It's quite a contrast from a few hours ago, when Tony was in his arms begging for more, Steve reflects silently. A different game? Testing the waters? It's a relief to give up control, honestly, and he's not ignorant of the dynamic that's bubbling up between them now, so Tony isn't going to freak him out this way. There's a little tension in his shoulders when he moves to tug Tony's underwear down, but he's gentle. He could just rip right through the fabric, and he's contrarian enough that he considers it briefly, but no. He really...doesn't want a fight. Not even a friendly one.
"Can we not, with the military talk, though?" He asks quietly. "Not like this. I can take it as a joke outside the bedroom, but it's...fraught."
He gives Tony a strangely timid glance, half apologetic, because he doesn't want to break the mood. "You're good with nicknames; I'm sure you've got something else."
That request made, he clambers onto the bed and kneels between his calves, leaning in to nuzzle and make delicate, teasing licks up his inner left thigh. It's reminiscent of the way he was worshipping his hands before, by the wall, while Tony attempted to undo his own belt and fly. Evidently it's a thing with him.
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Date: 2018-07-13 08:24 pm (UTC)"Can we not, with the military talk, though?" He asks quietly. "Not like this. I can take it as a joke outside the bedroom, but it's...fraught."
He gives Tony a strangely timid glance, half apologetic, because he doesn't want to break the mood. "You're good with nicknames; I'm sure you've got something else."
That request made, he clambers onto the bed and kneels between his calves, leaning in to nuzzle and make delicate, teasing licks up his inner left thigh. It's reminiscent of the way he was worshipping his hands before, by the wall, while Tony attempted to undo his own belt and fly. Evidently it's a thing with him.