Justin's a showman in every sense of the word—on a stage, in a boardroom, in a meeting, he can control an enormous group of people when he needs to. With Tony? It's not about needing or craving control. He couldn't do any sort of show he hasn't seen before, anyway. He doesn't want to try at it, either, and end up doing something extremely embarrassing. It's what it would be, no matter how well he planned it out. Maybe that's why he thought of it in the first place; it was impromptu and not something he'd spent hours thinking about. It wouldn't come across as fake or him trying so hard to do something different and obscene that it was laughable.
It was odd, really, for Justin to feel like he didn't actually have to try at all. Not that he wasn't putting forth any effort into it—God was he ever—but the idea that he could simply be himself and that was wanted and acceptable wasn't something he was really used to. That he could be in a tailor-made suit or worn clothes from Walmart and still appear to be desired all the same...it was odd and refreshing, and sometimes? He didn't think it was really happening.
The kiss wasn't expected, though, really? Justin had no idea what to expect. He hadn't had any plans on sex, either, but when he'd seen Tony rubbing himself without a hint of shame, he couldn't just ignore it. He couldn't shut up and wait for the not-at-all long walk to the tent. And, really, it wasn't anything he wasn't willing to do at most other times, so why not? Sloppy and wild isn't undesirable, but it's over far too soon for his liking. He doesn't understand why it's over until he feels the tug on his shoulders and the cool air still gracing his erection, and then Tony goes and says that.
"Oh. Oh. W-Well. Yes." Where his words are shaky, stammered, and barely capable of making any sense at all, the idea obviously isn't something that he's opposed to. Not only does he stand, but he pushes his pants and underwear down just past his thighs. Cool air be damned, Tony deserves to be able to touch every part of him he wants, to grab his ass and feel skin as opposed to cloth. He had no issues thinking his body was too thin or without enough muscle, but he hadn't been with someone who seemed to love it in such a long time that he still had trouble believing it. But if there was one person who had rights to every part of Justin's body he wanted, almost whenever he wanted, and that Justin was more than willing to give up those rights, it was Tony Stark. Another odd thing, really, but his fingers moved to shift his hair to the side, antsy as he anticipated the switch from cold air to the warm wetness of Tony's mouth. Right now—if that wasn't enough to send his desire straight through the roof, he didn't know what else could possibly do the trick. "You can have me whenever you want. God, just. Now is good, though. Really good."
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It was odd, really, for Justin to feel like he didn't actually have to try at all. Not that he wasn't putting forth any effort into it—God was he ever—but the idea that he could simply be himself and that was wanted and acceptable wasn't something he was really used to. That he could be in a tailor-made suit or worn clothes from Walmart and still appear to be desired all the same...it was odd and refreshing, and sometimes? He didn't think it was really happening.
The kiss wasn't expected, though, really? Justin had no idea what to expect. He hadn't had any plans on sex, either, but when he'd seen Tony rubbing himself without a hint of shame, he couldn't just ignore it. He couldn't shut up and wait for the not-at-all long walk to the tent. And, really, it wasn't anything he wasn't willing to do at most other times, so why not? Sloppy and wild isn't undesirable, but it's over far too soon for his liking. He doesn't understand why it's over until he feels the tug on his shoulders and the cool air still gracing his erection, and then Tony goes and says that.
"Oh. Oh. W-Well. Yes." Where his words are shaky, stammered, and barely capable of making any sense at all, the idea obviously isn't something that he's opposed to. Not only does he stand, but he pushes his pants and underwear down just past his thighs. Cool air be damned, Tony deserves to be able to touch every part of him he wants, to grab his ass and feel skin as opposed to cloth. He had no issues thinking his body was too thin or without enough muscle, but he hadn't been with someone who seemed to love it in such a long time that he still had trouble believing it. But if there was one person who had rights to every part of Justin's body he wanted, almost whenever he wanted, and that Justin was more than willing to give up those rights, it was Tony Stark. Another odd thing, really, but his fingers moved to shift his hair to the side, antsy as he anticipated the switch from cold air to the warm wetness of Tony's mouth. Right now—if that wasn't enough to send his desire straight through the roof, he didn't know what else could possibly do the trick. "You can have me whenever you want. God, just. Now is good, though. Really good."