[ his other hand rises, thumb tracing the line of his jaw, though as his other touches have been it's more curious than fond, tilting his head back up, away from watching. he'll psyche himself out, or so tony thinks. it's just a little hickey, who cares, right? might even earn him some points around the other agents.
see, tony's totally doing him a favor. it's not selfish at all. ]
Tell me about it. The forties.
[ he keeps his eyes on him, something softer about the shape of his eyes-- though always intent, alert, that big fat brain of his working away at something, those cogs always turning. his hand settles idly at his neck, just cupping, the other drifting to mirror on the other side. and then despite himself, it is very intimate. this close proximity, feeling the thud of his pulse against his palm, staring into those stupid blue eyes of his. idiot. quieter, amused. ]
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[ his other hand rises, thumb tracing the line of his jaw, though as his other touches have been it's more curious than fond, tilting his head back up, away from watching. he'll psyche himself out, or so tony thinks. it's just a little hickey, who cares, right? might even earn him some points around the other agents.
see, tony's totally doing him a favor. it's not selfish at all. ]
Tell me about it. The forties.
[ he keeps his eyes on him, something softer about the shape of his eyes-- though always intent, alert, that big fat brain of his working away at something, those cogs always turning. his hand settles idly at his neck, just cupping, the other drifting to mirror on the other side. and then despite himself, it is very intimate. this close proximity, feeling the thud of his pulse against his palm, staring into those stupid blue eyes of his. idiot. quieter, amused. ]
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