"We'll figure it out," he says, with all his quiet confidence, just sure that if they do this right, if they talk it out beforehand, if they're careful, it'll be okay. "We can start slow. We've got time."

Because if it works once they're doing it again. That's one of those things, like you're not gonna just leave that there, that is an absolute fact.

It's been a while since Tony even thought about his drink; it's been just a weight in his hands, something to hold. He sips it and asks, soft and curious and not remotely bothering to pretend he isn't turned on, "What would you want to do to me?"