"Patience," Tony groaned, already missing the presence of the hand on him. He knelt over Steve, straddling one tight and muscled thigh as he dribbled lube onto his hand and, tossing the bottle aside for later use, grabbed Steve and himself up in his doubled grasp.

This he remembered from boarding school, boys trotting each other in some sort of mutual masturbatory need to experiment with themselves and each other.

This was no different. Tony needed some sort of conquest, a physical connection he had been lacking since Pepper had been subjected to Extremis. And Steve was willing.

Very willing, really.

"And it really... It depends on what you're... You're into."