Steve is aware of a number of things they can do, some of which are an acquired taste, and whatever this is between them is new enough that he'd rather tread lightly than risk alarming Tony. His own instincts in bed are lavishly emotional, even sentimental, whether he's assuming a dominant role, a submissive one, or neither. Possibly sex for him isn't just an outlet for physical urges and repressed anxiety, but also an acceptable way to channel the need to give and receive affection he denies himself thanks to the era he comes from. His sensibilities are well adapted to the modern world by now, but some anachronisms remain.
So his eyes are focused and fiery as they sweep down Tony's body to watch the path of his hand, but this time the look is less dark, almost more worshipful than predatory. He stands next to Tony's hip, resting one hand on his thigh and stroking slowly as if he's tracing the outline of the muscles there. "Preview as in foreplay or as in you think you wanna see me dance? Because if it's the latter, you're gonna be disappointed. I definitely don't dance."
Well. At this point in his life he could probably fake a foxtrot or a slow dance with a partner, but it would not be sensual.
Oh, wait. There is a third option here, and with a little smirk, Steve hooks his thumb under the waistband of his own underwear and nudges them down his legs. "I get it, you're trying to prove to me jerking off won't make me go blind, is that it?"
He's a little hard, but far from fully erect at the moment, grasping himself in a matter-of-fact, perfunctory way and watching Tony's reaction. "You only just took my virginity, Tony; maybe you better give me some more explicit directions."
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Date: 2018-07-12 01:59 pm (UTC)So his eyes are focused and fiery as they sweep down Tony's body to watch the path of his hand, but this time the look is less dark, almost more worshipful than predatory. He stands next to Tony's hip, resting one hand on his thigh and stroking slowly as if he's tracing the outline of the muscles there. "Preview as in foreplay or as in you think you wanna see me dance? Because if it's the latter, you're gonna be disappointed. I definitely don't dance."
Well. At this point in his life he could probably fake a foxtrot or a slow dance with a partner, but it would not be sensual.
Oh, wait. There is a third option here, and with a little smirk, Steve hooks his thumb under the waistband of his own underwear and nudges them down his legs. "I get it, you're trying to prove to me jerking off won't make me go blind, is that it?"
He's a little hard, but far from fully erect at the moment, grasping himself in a matter-of-fact, perfunctory way and watching Tony's reaction. "You only just took my virginity, Tony; maybe you better give me some more explicit directions."