[ For the record, Tony doesn't mind finishing by herself. Some guys are only kind of good at going down on girls anyway, and sometimes she's too spaced out with trying to work out a formula in her head that it's just easier this way. Besides, sex isn't like a fucking porno — despite, you know, her actual sex tape — and no one comes at the some time anyway. That's, like, some mystical romantic look into your eyes shit.

So she's completely okay with getting herself off once Steve sets her down, but then he's actually reaching for her jeans and holy shit, is he real? ]

Are you fucking kidding me? [ But it comes out more of a groan, her hips bucking against his hand, weight tipped back against the wall. That theory, about his fingers earlier? Perfect. She grinds down against the heel of his hand, searching out a little more friction. ]

Holy shit, yeah, just— just like that. Oh my god if you make me squirt on my fucking jeans I'm gonna kill you these cost like three grand—

[ It's pretty likely Tony has no idea what she's saying when she gets really riled up. ]