Sex was always a little good, even when it was bad. This was far from bad. Tony's brows furrowed as he leaned over Steve, not long enough in the torso to pressed his hand against the wall over his head, but he didn't need that much leverage. Steve's voice was a good encouragement and perhaps his natural toughness lowered the wait time for Tony to just let himself go.

He tilted back his head, skin slapping skin as he sheathed himself home inside of the lovely blond for a good two dozen thrusts. Pressing his knee to the underside of Steve's, Tony shifted the positions when he needed a moment to keep himself from breaking so soon. He left the Captain on his side and pulled his legs apart, resting one on his shoulder.

It gave him a deeper thrust and Tony took it, panting as he watched Steve's face.