Steve is in no condition to pick anything apart. He looks like a stiff breeze could knock him flat, blue eyes big and urgent, dark because the pupils are still wide with lust. In a few days he may stabilize, might be able to self-analyze or at least interpret what Tony means when he talks circles around what he's actually thinking and feeling, but he's been hit hard. And now, when he's down, he's been--not kicked, but scooped up into bed and given the time of his life, which is far more disorienting. His defenses are flayed open.
He needs a minute, too. And sleep, and more food than the couple bites of pizza he's had. More than that, though, he feels the need for direction, so something in his face eases when Tony gives him that.
"Sure thing," he says softly, and there's a flicker of a smile. He is in no way eager to move, but his addled brain has processed a task followed by the promise of lying next to Tony and touching and being touched, and that's a simple checklist to follow.
He doesn't give a rat's ass about the wet spot, and if he has to be sent to the pharmacy, he'll do that too. He gives Tony's shoulder a tentative kiss, and withdraws as slowly and easily as humanly possible, which nonetheless results in him making a couple noises that sound like pain. He's unsteady on his feet, trembling still, but he makes it to the bathroom without incident, cleans up with soap and water, and returns with two fluffy Turkish towels.
"You want me to go to the pharmacy tonight?" He's not clear on why they need condoms again right the hell now. Not that he couldn't go for a round two, three, four--that's just what his body is built for, although his psyche may not be quite as resilient as normal right now--but that doesn't mean he has to go again.
It should be a little worrisome how willing he is to do pretty much whatever Tony asks him to right now.
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Date: 2018-06-30 04:15 am (UTC)He needs a minute, too. And sleep, and more food than the couple bites of pizza he's had. More than that, though, he feels the need for direction, so something in his face eases when Tony gives him that.
"Sure thing," he says softly, and there's a flicker of a smile. He is in no way eager to move, but his addled brain has processed a task followed by the promise of lying next to Tony and touching and being touched, and that's a simple checklist to follow.
He doesn't give a rat's ass about the wet spot, and if he has to be sent to the pharmacy, he'll do that too. He gives Tony's shoulder a tentative kiss, and withdraws as slowly and easily as humanly possible, which nonetheless results in him making a couple noises that sound like pain. He's unsteady on his feet, trembling still, but he makes it to the bathroom without incident, cleans up with soap and water, and returns with two fluffy Turkish towels.
"You want me to go to the pharmacy tonight?" He's not clear on why they need condoms again right the hell now. Not that he couldn't go for a round two, three, four--that's just what his body is built for, although his psyche may not be quite as resilient as normal right now--but that doesn't mean he has to go again.
It should be a little worrisome how willing he is to do pretty much whatever Tony asks him to right now.