[ Settling on the couch next to Tony. Are they really going to do that? The buzz under Rhodey's skin that could be alcohol talking or maybe sex (and he can't deny that Tony's interest in his dick does something to him, even if it's not quite the interest he'd been hoping for) says that yeah, yeah, he's really going to do this, show Tony everything's functional, and then maybe they can go back to normal. Maybe.
Pulling off his shirt in one movement and throwing it over the back of the couch before leaning back, lounging, really. Rhodey's not body shy, at least.
He closes his eyes, imagines Tony's lips wrapped around his dick (because Tony's right there, okay, not for any particular reasons) and opens his jeans, pushing them down a little together with his boxers, taking himself in hand. He's not quite hard yet, but he knows himself. It won't take long. ]
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Pulling off his shirt in one movement and throwing it over the back of the couch before leaning back, lounging, really. Rhodey's not body shy, at least.
He closes his eyes, imagines Tony's lips wrapped around his dick (because Tony's right there, okay, not for any particular reasons) and opens his jeans, pushing them down a little together with his boxers, taking himself in hand. He's not quite hard yet, but he knows himself. It won't take long. ]