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"That's because my sweat is infused with scotch," Tony said, though it came out a whisper and the joke died on his tongue. He didn't understand why. Steve's presence was undeniably unwanted and though he knew the Super Soldier was crushing and moving against his own body, the suit protected him from any faux pas (such as oh, a boner?) from coming through.

He was most grateful for that. He didn't know how they did it in the 40s but Tony had a girlfriend and he wasn't a Neanderthal, willing to club a would be mate.

The tongue against his cheek, however-- That was electric. He closed his eyes, no longer fighting back through the ruined suit that trapped him as much as Captain America did.

"O-Okay, that was...uh...weird..." he said, swallowing. "You'd better hope that I don't have some weird disease, Rogers."