There really was no better way to relax than a handjob. Tony was utterly sure of that now that he had an eager young lover pressed against him. Each kiss was sweet and slow and Tony pressed his fingers along muscle and into hair as he groaned and sighed against Steve's lips.

For all of the strength behind that hand and jaw, Steve was playing it safe and considering what a mass of bruises he was, Tony appreciated that.

He huffed slightly as he grew in Steve's hand and licked at his upper lip until he dissolved into the rhythm. There was no great build up to the end, just something slow and perfect. Just what he needed.