[ It's quiet and subdued, spoken the second he sees that telltale flinch and the way he lifts his arm to block his view of it. He didn't meant to be insulting, which he realizes now that he was, drawing attention to the... whatever it is. Of course it is. Someone like Tony is proud and vain and Justin's seen pictures of him over the years, in magazines and on TV. Whatever it is, he hasn't had it forever, he knows that much, and when Tony connects it to the Iron Man suit, he figures that that means it's a relatively recent addition.
Apologizing too much will make it awkward, more awkward than he feels like he's just made it, so he bites his tongue and pointedly keeps his eyes on Tony's, waiting for the inevitable dismissal he suspects is coming. That it doesn't surprises him, that Tony kisses him surprises him even more, and he responds the only way he knows how in a situation like this.
Hard and demanding, just as desperate as he swears it feels like Tony's kissing him. He gets his fingers in his hair, tugs his head forward as he slips an arm around his waist and pulls, trying to get him closer. Tony doesn't want him looking at it, fine. Like this, veritably plastered against him, Justin can't see much of anything, especially the circle of light in Tony's chest.
Maybe it's the memory of the flinch that has him so willing to demonstrate the desire he feels for him right now. He knows what it's like to be unwanted, and if there's anyone in the world who exemplifies not being unwanted, it's Tony Stark. It's only taken the end of that world for Justin to be willing to show him. ]
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[ It's quiet and subdued, spoken the second he sees that telltale flinch and the way he lifts his arm to block his view of it. He didn't meant to be insulting, which he realizes now that he was, drawing attention to the... whatever it is. Of course it is. Someone like Tony is proud and vain and Justin's seen pictures of him over the years, in magazines and on TV. Whatever it is, he hasn't had it forever, he knows that much, and when Tony connects it to the Iron Man suit, he figures that that means it's a relatively recent addition.
Apologizing too much will make it awkward, more awkward than he feels like he's just made it, so he bites his tongue and pointedly keeps his eyes on Tony's, waiting for the inevitable dismissal he suspects is coming. That it doesn't surprises him, that Tony kisses him surprises him even more, and he responds the only way he knows how in a situation like this.
Hard and demanding, just as desperate as he swears it feels like Tony's kissing him. He gets his fingers in his hair, tugs his head forward as he slips an arm around his waist and pulls, trying to get him closer. Tony doesn't want him looking at it, fine. Like this, veritably plastered against him, Justin can't see much of anything, especially the circle of light in Tony's chest.
Maybe it's the memory of the flinch that has him so willing to demonstrate the desire he feels for him right now. He knows what it's like to be unwanted, and if there's anyone in the world who exemplifies not being unwanted, it's Tony Stark. It's only taken the end of that world for Justin to be willing to show him. ]