Continuing thread for clearlyadick | gargleblasted

[hotredhero]

[Tony hadn't really planned on them getting this far, and Justin was right in thinking that there was a chance he'd come to his senses on the walk home. It wasn't too far. Tony always knew where to get a quick drink in any city, even if that city was a ship. Still, he wasn't completely out of his mind just yet. He might have had the time to sober up by now.

But even away from the bar he doesn't slow down. The privacy of his room (Justin Hammer in his room) only adds more fuel to the fire, because now it's just them. One on one. They are up close and personal, with Tony practically dragging Justin in and then backing him against the door as he closes it. There's a click as he turns the lock, and then he's breathing hot against the man's neck, teeth grazing impatiently over his skin as he kisses and sucks on it.]

No more interruptions.

[He says that almost like it's Justin's fault they had to switch places, knowing it'll probably hit a button. This is a terrible idea already, and somehow that's just making it better. Tony picks up where he left off. He's an engineer; a genius. Of course he remembers. His hands slide up under Justin's shirt, fingers retracing their paths up and down his sides perfectly before he moves them around to the front of his pants. He moans when he strokes him. It's a hungry caress right through the cloth and he remembers how good it felt for him, so he's returning the favor. If Justin decides to quit now... Well, Tony's not letting this get that far. He's doing his best to coax him right back into bad decision territory, making all the right noises to let him know he's still very interested in their game. Only when he's reasonably sure he has Justin's attention does he lean back.]

Go ahead and get comfortable. I'd show you around the place, but I'm kind of busy right now.

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[hammer]

I think you’re confusing your ego for your dick.

[ One he’s not all that keen to stroke unless he absolutely has to. Tony’s been given the world on a silver platter, and as far as Justin can tell, it’s that spoiled sense of entitlement that’s made him so insufferable to deal with. But the other, well, that he doesn’t mind stroking at all. To underscore that point, just in case that’s too subtle for him too, Justin presses his palm to his erection, gives it a deliberate squeeze.

He has half a mind to tell Tony that there isn’t much to see, especially after Tony’s spent decades looking at himself in the mirror, but that’s self-deprecating and unattractive and frankly, he needs all the appeal he can get to keep up with him. ]

Here. Wait, hold on.

[ Not willing to let Tony struggle forever with the jacket, Justin shrugs his shoulders, wriggling slightly until the fabric falls down his arms. It’s then that he has to remove his hands from Tony, but that only lasts as long as it takes for the jacket to slide down the rest of the way. The instant it’s off, they’re on him again, one smoothing over his hip to grope his ass while the other goes right back to fondling his erection. ]

You’re going to have to get the tie. My hands are occupied.

[hotredhero]

[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.]