[ tony tastes sweet like caramel and by proxy steve does too; he hates that he's startled by the kiss because it feels like it's gone as soon as it came, leaving him dazed and longing for more and he wonders how kosher it is to crawl into someone's lap in public (not that anyone really paid attention here).
he sinks into his seat, feeling restless and unsure what to do with himself, toes knocking idly because dude, not fair. he was supposed to leave steve frustrated, not end up stuck in a small space with the guy that rejected his advances but still kisses him like there's something there. ]
I didn't know if you'd come.
[ he knew, honestly. he tried to give himself reasons why steve wouldn't but he had a hunch and his hunches are usually pretty spot on. he realizes then the double entendre there and his brows shoot up but he doesn't vocalize it because ha ha ha no one will be coming anytime soon, thanks. what a bitter, blueballed life he leads. and he realizes tangentially that he could just go fuck someone else but once he's fixated, it's hard to defocus. he wants up on whatever steve has going on and it's about all he can manage to think about. like-- what his thighs look like naked and how his butt dimples look and the way he moves when he fucks because tony's pretty sure the guy has something good hidden under all that celibate bullshit.
he chews his lip distractedly, eying steve in an eerie, appeasing silence. finally, he responds, ]
Is that all you want? [ he lets the implication sit before continuing, ] Just a milkshake?
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he sinks into his seat, feeling restless and unsure what to do with himself, toes knocking idly because dude, not fair. he was supposed to leave steve frustrated, not end up stuck in a small space with the guy that rejected his advances but still kisses him like there's something there. ]
I didn't know if you'd come.
[ he knew, honestly. he tried to give himself reasons why steve wouldn't but he had a hunch and his hunches are usually pretty spot on. he realizes then the double entendre there and his brows shoot up but he doesn't vocalize it because ha ha ha no one will be coming anytime soon, thanks. what a bitter, blueballed life he leads. and he realizes tangentially that he could just go fuck someone else but once he's fixated, it's hard to defocus. he wants up on whatever steve has going on and it's about all he can manage to think about. like-- what his thighs look like naked and how his butt dimples look and the way he moves when he fucks because tony's pretty sure the guy has something good hidden under all that celibate bullshit.
he chews his lip distractedly, eying steve in an eerie, appeasing silence. finally, he responds, ]
Is that all you want? [ he lets the implication sit before continuing, ] Just a milkshake?