"You can do too many things to be real," he tells him half playful, half plaintive. "It's not fair to the rest of us. Maybe I'm a little jealous."
His hands move up to run through Tony's hair, but he's sinking into slightly more passive behavior than he has thus far, focusing on the feel of what's happening to him instead of trying to do. "But yeah. I do. Like that."
His breathing is picking up to the point where the rise and fall of his chest is visible beneath Tony's hands. This is a good way to figure out the sensitive spots on his torso, for certain. His lashes flutter as fingertips brush his upper flanks as if it's just a bit ticklish, and then his jaw drops a bit further as Tony moves down his abdomen, and he runs his tongue over his lower lip.
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Date: 2017-06-25 03:14 am (UTC)His hands move up to run through Tony's hair, but he's sinking into slightly more passive behavior than he has thus far, focusing on the feel of what's happening to him instead of trying to do. "But yeah. I do. Like that."
His breathing is picking up to the point where the rise and fall of his chest is visible beneath Tony's hands. This is a good way to figure out the sensitive spots on his torso, for certain. His lashes flutter as fingertips brush his upper flanks as if it's just a bit ticklish, and then his jaw drops a bit further as Tony moves down his abdomen, and he runs his tongue over his lower lip.