[It's just instinct. He's not afraid of what will happen if Justin sees the reactor or figures out how to use it. How to build one. He's not afraid of that, because even in the worst case scenario--Stane being "worst case"--he can protect everyone. Because this is his technology, and only he knows it best. So Tony's not afraid. It's only instinct that makes him defensive.
All the same, he's grateful when the attention turns away from his chest. Not that he doesn't think he has a nice body. He knows he does. But it's been not-so-nice since Afghanistan, and he'd prefer it if Justin didn't look too closely at the scars. Not that he'll admit that out loud. Tony Stark doesn't get nervous. Or embarrassed, because what Justin said earlier threw him off his game, but that wasn't embarrassment.
He buries those thoughts in the kiss. Hungry and dirty and a little rough, because the hint of pain is more distracting. But that only lasts for the first few seconds. It's followed by an almost apologetic switch, with Tony running his tongue over Justin's lips and cupping his hands on his ass, pulling him forward with a sensual roll of his hips, right into their already-flush bodies. If there is one thing Tony is good at when it comes to other people, it's knowing how to make them feel wanted. He hums as they rub together, letting his fingers flex and slide over the muscle he's holding appreciatively.]
You can tell me I'm good looking.
[His voice is clear that he's teasing, but it comes out husky and warm, hitched at the end when he presses into him again.]
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All the same, he's grateful when the attention turns away from his chest. Not that he doesn't think he has a nice body. He knows he does. But it's been not-so-nice since Afghanistan, and he'd prefer it if Justin didn't look too closely at the scars. Not that he'll admit that out loud. Tony Stark doesn't get nervous. Or embarrassed, because what Justin said earlier threw him off his game, but that wasn't embarrassment.
He buries those thoughts in the kiss. Hungry and dirty and a little rough, because the hint of pain is more distracting. But that only lasts for the first few seconds. It's followed by an almost apologetic switch, with Tony running his tongue over Justin's lips and cupping his hands on his ass, pulling him forward with a sensual roll of his hips, right into their already-flush bodies. If there is one thing Tony is good at when it comes to other people, it's knowing how to make them feel wanted. He hums as they rub together, letting his fingers flex and slide over the muscle he's holding appreciatively.]
You can tell me I'm good looking.
[His voice is clear that he's teasing, but it comes out husky and warm, hitched at the end when he presses into him again.]
Are you going to hold back all night?