[It's always in how you sell it, Justin. Tony, for instance, is a spoiled, hedonistic brat on most days, but he knows where to focus the attention. He's a genius, and a billionaire, and he'll keep bringing up all those fabulous points as long as he has to to make everyone else notice them. Because otherwise people won't.
He's also a very responsive lover. Tony bucks up into Justin's hand, making a noise that is decidedly not manly or impressive. He has his hands pawing up the nice hem of his shirt before the jacket is even off, already moving to the next thing. He's impatient.]
Can't wait.
[Which is true enough. Tony is panting with his mouth on Justin's chin and along his jaw as he kisses him. He undoes the front of Justin's pants like there's a disaster coming and this next minute might be his last chance at getting to him, fondling him through his boxers as soon as he gets the front open.
He rolls his hips while he's stroking Justin's erection, trying to set a pace even though he's having trouble keeping it steady. Maybe Justin can see Tony smirk at that last comment or maybe not. It doesn't matter. Tony looks downright challenging now. He hooks the finger of his left hand on the tie knot and pulls it down to loosen it, shoving the shirt collar out of his way so he can bite the side of his neck. He focuses his attention on that spot until he's sure it'll leave a mark. And only then does he decide to speak.]
You're not going to wear the suit the whole time, are you? Come on, Justin. Show me what you've got.
[It's Tony. He has to tease, even when he's obviously having trouble just focusing enough to keep standing.]
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He's also a very responsive lover. Tony bucks up into Justin's hand, making a noise that is decidedly not manly or impressive. He has his hands pawing up the nice hem of his shirt before the jacket is even off, already moving to the next thing. He's impatient.]
Can't wait.
[Which is true enough. Tony is panting with his mouth on Justin's chin and along his jaw as he kisses him. He undoes the front of Justin's pants like there's a disaster coming and this next minute might be his last chance at getting to him, fondling him through his boxers as soon as he gets the front open.
He rolls his hips while he's stroking Justin's erection, trying to set a pace even though he's having trouble keeping it steady. Maybe Justin can see Tony smirk at that last comment or maybe not. It doesn't matter. Tony looks downright challenging now. He hooks the finger of his left hand on the tie knot and pulls it down to loosen it, shoving the shirt collar out of his way so he can bite the side of his neck. He focuses his attention on that spot until he's sure it'll leave a mark. And only then does he decide to speak.]
You're not going to wear the suit the whole time, are you? Come on, Justin. Show me what you've got.
[It's Tony. He has to tease, even when he's obviously having trouble just focusing enough to keep standing.]