( His fingers flex lightly in Thor's grip, and trace his lower lip, curling with a shift forward to cradle his bearded jaw. There's something impossibly fond to it, and in the look he gives his friend, amusement spreading with the faint shiver that glides across his naked skin.
Tony drops his chin, smiling, and neatly sets his empty coffee mug back on the tray. )
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Tony drops his chin, smiling, and neatly sets his empty coffee mug back on the tray. )
I'm a little familiar.