Tony knew the tactic. Boardroom drama often resorted to this. He was fine with setting the parameters. In fact, he generally preferred to. "I think I'm going to fuck you," Tony whispered, still grinning, lips inches away from Steve as slick fingers delved to places he doubted anyone had ever been before. "Because if you fuck me we might end up with doctors and questions."

Yeah. That? That wouldn't fit. Or it would hurt. And he wasn't interested in that at all.