He doesn't mind, here, a drink in whatever form it comes. Call it a slightly paranoid force of habit from his lifestyle: nothing screams safe and untampered like cracking the seal on a bottle. No complaints about Stark's system, though; pretty sure that shit gets filtered fifty times before it reaches anyone.

Still feels like a balm, much more careful about sucking water down than he was about sucking Steve down. He'll set aside a joke about getting in his protein for later. "Oh, don't worry, I absolutely want to get off, too. Kinda hoping to wait until I've got you bent over the couch begging for me, though." Just as an example of something he's got in mind. "But hey, if we're gonna be at this all day, maybe I should see how many times I got in me, too."

Not near as many as Steve, is what he's gathered, which is why he's a little more careful about going too hard too fast with himself. If Steve's got a bit of a quick trigger, maybe that'll help more than hurt. He sets the glass aside. "We'll see how many different ways you wanna get fucked, how about that? You wanna ride me 'til your ass can't take any more? Maybe you're sweet and just want a little missionary? Maybe I should go borrow a strap from Natasha," he adds with a wiggle of his eyebrows. That one is not happening, probably, but it's a funny visual.