There was something really, weirdly sexy that they were undressing themselves, as if for sleep. They weren't fumbling. They were approaching this in a sort of taciturn way that only two people use to war of many sorts might. It was refreshing. Tony knew that might not be a popular opinion, not at all romantic, but why should bedding Steve be like bedding a woman he didn't know?
It seemed unfair to everyone to have that sort of expectation.
Tony removed everything. Jeans. Captain America boxers. Socks. He crawled into bed as he had seen many women do for him, something he found really turned him on to see, something he found really turned him on to do.
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There was something really, weirdly sexy that they were undressing themselves, as if for sleep. They weren't fumbling. They were approaching this in a sort of taciturn way that only two people use to war of many sorts might. It was refreshing. Tony knew that might not be a popular opinion, not at all romantic, but why should bedding Steve be like bedding a woman he didn't know?
It seemed unfair to everyone to have that sort of expectation.
Tony removed everything. Jeans. Captain America boxers. Socks. He crawled into bed as he had seen many women do for him, something he found really turned him on to see, something he found really turned him on to do.
"Right. Rug burn. No danger of that here."