( The wry retort he intended dissolves into a low moan, a moment lost to the rush of sensations, Thor's and his own. Tony slides his palm down Thor's abs, tracing the V of muscle with gliding fingers that soon drag through dark blond curls and wrap right around his dick, 'cause turnabout is fair-fucking-play. Or, the action implies, drawing away long enough to slick his fingers with a lick, I can just jerk you off instead.
Tipping his chin up, giving Thor all the access he wants, Tony affects a perfectly contemplative tone, like he isn't stroking him firmly, )
Well, now. 'Anything' sounds dangerous.
( Usually, Tony likes taking the lead, fulfilling his low key control freak tendencies with his high key need to see his partners enjoying themselves. Feeling greedy and not a little self-indulgent, brushing his lips to Thor's temple, he sighs. )
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Tipping his chin up, giving Thor all the access he wants, Tony affects a perfectly contemplative tone, like he isn't stroking him firmly, )
Well, now. 'Anything' sounds dangerous.
( Usually, Tony likes taking the lead, fulfilling his low key control freak tendencies with his high key need to see his partners enjoying themselves. Feeling greedy and not a little self-indulgent, brushing his lips to Thor's temple, he sighs. )
I want your mouth.