He would have to consider if he was willing to leave Steve's company to actually take time with the others. He preferred the company of Natasha and Clint for shared life skills, but Tony and Bruce talked so much he didn't have to contribute to the conversation, just sit quietly and listen. Thor would probably want to arm wrestle.

He opened his mouth and let his hot breath brush over the wet marks that his mouth had left behind before he continued down along his friend's shoulder. He paused to suck on some pale skin just above Steve's clavicle, the redness of a small hickey stark contrast to the rest of his friend's skin. His flesh hand pushed between their bodies to touch and stroke the sources of their pleasure and heat. He shuddered at the almost constant sound of his name, pressing his chest harder against Steve's, crowding his friend that had nothing to do with his usual protectiveness.