Anthony Edward Stark

Steve was...ancient. Okay, not ancient, but he'd seen two centennials. Tony couldn't get his mind around it. The intensity of the pleasure from the blond sucking -- yeah he noticed that -- didn't really help either. Tony's heart was in his throat as his fingers flexed around coils of towel. He was making a mess of it.

"So if I'm the freshest you've had... Does this count as me taking you to dinner?" The wit was so much less biting when he could barely string a few sentences together.

Steve was dangerous and maddening and Tony was finding himself on edge.