"Just rub it in," Tony breathed, talking about his stature as Steve gave him that boost. He couldn't help but feel equal parts ridiculous and cared for, though Steve surely could not know what it would do for him. Tony moved his arms around Steve's neck again, feeling entirely too much of Steve's body.

Why did he even bother wearing clothing?

When had he started finding men so irresistibly sexy?

He ended up wrapping one leg around Steve's waist. Just because. His fingers inched up into blond hair.

"I don't usually say this about dudes," he panted, "but you're fucking hot. Literally. How are you not always sweating?"