[ He can't be sure if it's a biological instinct or if it's simply that he's hard, that Tony's hard, that they're touching at the waist and that pulling Tony's hips flush and up generates desirable deliberate friction. He'll apologize later when he sees the marks, when he sees his fingertip prints left along Tony's hip and knows he took it too far.
But part of him will remember those prints from the other day, and will feel possessively gratified that he's left his own mark.
Frankly, tearing his shirt off is the only thing he thinks is worth separating for a few inches of space. ]
Yep.
[ He agrees, perhaps a little too enthusiastically. Shifts himself up and away a foot or so to make room. ]
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But part of him will remember those prints from the other day, and will feel possessively gratified that he's left his own mark.
Frankly, tearing his shirt off is the only thing he thinks is worth separating for a few inches of space. ]
Yep.
[ He agrees, perhaps a little too enthusiastically. Shifts himself up and away a foot or so to make room. ]