[ She presses in closer and he does his best to resolutely not move in reaction to that at all, even though he'd dearly like to - and probably clearly like to, given the utter lack of response he has to her movements there. He just can't seem to get around the Danger, Will Robinson, Danger aspect of being in this situation with her in general. He trusts her not to kill him (unless it will save the lives of a few dozen civilians). He trusts her to be good at what she does, and knows she won't talk about it later. There are things he has faith in her about. They exist. His current buck-naked proximity to her own similar state and proximity is sadly, not one of these times when his faith is all that clear.
His own arms are either being used as a pillow for his head, or are sort of behind him, resting on his own hip, because touching her is still an 'ehhh' area. But as that hand of hers slides up his ribs - ooh, ticklish, ahh - and up to his cheek, his own hand somewhat tentatively, smoothly, quickly slides forward to rest on her own hip, so very, very close to his own right now. Little steps. Carefully made.
Tony wasn't really expecting to be kissed but he can't say he's surprised by it with the high levels of innuendo in the air between them. He allows her the time to feel him out - in all honesty, he loves being feeled out, or explored; loves opening up slowly, incrementally, to people like that - opens to let her explore, only darting towards her own mouth once or twice to see what she'll do but mostly allowing a slow acquaintance.
And nnnnn the nibble. God. He's trying not to react physically to all of this but he's tired, and cold, and she's going things like that, and he's seriously been awake too long and he's exhausted but not that much and in all honesty a little bit more and he won't be able to prevent himself from it. And she'll know. She'll definitely know, all pressed up along him like that. ]
It's a good start. Are you still cold? Should I try for you now?
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His own arms are either being used as a pillow for his head, or are sort of behind him, resting on his own hip, because touching her is still an 'ehhh' area. But as that hand of hers slides up his ribs - ooh, ticklish, ahh - and up to his cheek, his own hand somewhat tentatively, smoothly, quickly slides forward to rest on her own hip, so very, very close to his own right now. Little steps. Carefully made.
Tony wasn't really expecting to be kissed but he can't say he's surprised by it with the high levels of innuendo in the air between them. He allows her the time to feel him out - in all honesty, he loves being feeled out, or explored; loves opening up slowly, incrementally, to people like that - opens to let her explore, only darting towards her own mouth once or twice to see what she'll do but mostly allowing a slow acquaintance.
And nnnnn the nibble. God. He's trying not to react physically to all of this but he's tired, and cold, and she's going things like that, and he's seriously been awake too long and he's exhausted but not that much and in all honesty a little bit more and he won't be able to prevent himself from it. And she'll know. She'll definitely know, all pressed up along him like that. ]
It's a good start. Are you still cold? Should I try for you now?