[ It takes him a beat to process solid fucking, but the second it does his throat makes a sort of clicking sound like it's closing on him. Eyebrows shoot up, but for once rather than feeling... uncomfortable, awkward, jealous, he finds himself... reflecting. What, he wonders, is it like to have sex so much you can't feel your legs? Or perhaps it's not... quantity, it's quality. Perhaps it's how well you do it, how long it lasts, the intensity of it.
It might become clear by the way his head gently tilts that he's tripping for a second, lost in thought on the fact that Tony's had sex with men and how, precisely, he prefers to go about that. There are a number of ways, he knows, and has read that often penetrative sex can be more of an afterthought in favor of a staggering number of positions designed to-
And then it's not the theory so much as a sort of vivid mental image of the back of Tony's shoulders and the curve of his spine and the reactor in his chest, and- ]
Can you... put something on.
[ He nods toward the big screen. Something other than pictures of goats. Something to keep his mind from wandering down that path. ]
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It might become clear by the way his head gently tilts that he's tripping for a second, lost in thought on the fact that Tony's had sex with men and how, precisely, he prefers to go about that. There are a number of ways, he knows, and has read that often penetrative sex can be more of an afterthought in favor of a staggering number of positions designed to-
And then it's not the theory so much as a sort of vivid mental image of the back of Tony's shoulders and the curve of his spine and the reactor in his chest, and- ]
Can you... put something on.
[ He nods toward the big screen. Something other than pictures of goats. Something to keep his mind from wandering down that path. ]