Tony's eyes opened before his mouth did to retort, but it was hard to talk with a tongue in your mouth and besides, he could just file that away to torment Steve about later. As he had on the motorcycle, Tony's hands decided to wander. He was somewhat fascinated by Steve's body. Anatomically perfect, he could feel each muscle group work with even the smallest twitch of Steve's arm or leg. He was insanely powerful, not just before he could lift him and hold him so easy, but because there was almost no strain that he could feel beneath his fingers.

In fact, there was only strain on one particular area...and that area was throbbing against his thigh, massive and thick and Tony wasn't really sure how far he wanted to go with that right now. He wasn't the sort of man to really like babysteps but...

"Your bed isn't going to work," he groaned. "You might not get rug burns but I will."