"Shut up." Tony was to trying to be rude, he just was rude naturally. He also wasn't entirely sure where this was going but the chance of feeling someone else's hands on him was a chance he wanted, so badly, to take. He assessed the tiny sofa, loveseat really, and opted for the bed option instead.

Tony frowned at the almost cot-like bed in Steve's tiny room and smirked.

"Do you even fit on that?" he asked and no. No he didn't want an answer to that. Instead, he let his hands undo his belt buckle and fly, watching Steve with still a smidge of uncertainty.