[ Justin isn't much of a masochist, but he doesn't mind the sharp prick of discomfort when the kiss gets rougher. Quite the opposite, really, and it encourages him to respond with equal fervor. But he doesn't push beyond that initial moment; the instant Tony backs off and softens it, so too does Justin. That doesn't prevent him from rocking back into Tony's hands when they cup his ass or shifting forward a second later to grind into Tony's hips. ]

Something tells me your ego doesn't need the boost.

[ He says it wryly, without bite. The bite, figuratively speaking, comes when he drags his hand down from Tony's hair and rakes his fingernails down the broad expanse of his bare back. ]

You want to play rough, Anthony, I'm game.

[ His second hand joins the first down near Tony's waist, and together they slip between them to deftly work open his pants. That Justin's still fully clothed is a minor detail to which he pays no attention. ]

But I want you out of these pants first. They're in the way.