[ he feels a familiar clench in his stomach, a little twist of desire as steve tilts for him (surprisingly willing, aren't you) and moves his hands to his chest. what a strange turn of events, not that tony was any stranger to chasing unconventional highs and this was one fucking sordid one if anything.
his eyes droop half closed, exhaling slow, lips hovering over the corner of his jaw, but he doesn't kiss, no. that would be too intimate. his hand slips down, thumbing away the collar of his shirt and for a long moment he just-- can't do it. he can't make himself lean in and do it. ]
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his eyes droop half closed, exhaling slow, lips hovering over the corner of his jaw, but he doesn't kiss, no. that would be too intimate. his hand slips down, thumbing away the collar of his shirt and for a long moment he just-- can't do it. he can't make himself lean in and do it. ]
Is that why you don't like texting?