Justin is, partly, expecting Tony to come out with some strange fetish he'd have to Google later to get the full idea of, something he'll have to do a bit of research on in order to feel moderately comfortable before going through with anything. Partly because he knows that Tony's not at all what papers, magazines, the Internet, and "news" television make him out to be. But still, there's a little bit of uncertainty on Justin's end about whether Tony just likes sex in general or if he likes the bizarre, shadowy lands of things Justin can't understand anyone ever thinking of as sexy, much less having become so much of a "thing" that it has its own special name.
He's not expecting what he gets, however, and he grows oddly quiet and still as he listens—there's no fidgeting fingers or nervously tapping feet, just him quiet and still and giving Tony every ounce of focus he contains. The only movement is him leaning into Tony's hand moving along him, nothing more.
"Well." It's short and quiet, and he takes a moment to look like he's really putting extreme thought into what he has to say, like it's life or death. For all intents and purposes, he looks completely serious. "I was going to make a joke about something extremely awful, but I can't think of anything right now. I...honestly wasn't. Expecting that."
If pressed, Justin wouldn't be able to accurately articulate what he was supposed "expecting," if only because he didn't really know.
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Justin is, partly, expecting Tony to come out with some strange fetish he'd have to Google later to get the full idea of, something he'll have to do a bit of research on in order to feel moderately comfortable before going through with anything. Partly because he knows that Tony's not at all what papers, magazines, the Internet, and "news" television make him out to be. But still, there's a little bit of uncertainty on Justin's end about whether Tony just likes sex in general or if he likes the bizarre, shadowy lands of things Justin can't understand anyone ever thinking of as sexy, much less having become so much of a "thing" that it has its own special name.
He's not expecting what he gets, however, and he grows oddly quiet and still as he listens—there's no fidgeting fingers or nervously tapping feet, just him quiet and still and giving Tony every ounce of focus he contains. The only movement is him leaning into Tony's hand moving along him, nothing more.
"Well." It's short and quiet, and he takes a moment to look like he's really putting extreme thought into what he has to say, like it's life or death. For all intents and purposes, he looks completely serious. "I was going to make a joke about something extremely awful, but I can't think of anything right now. I...honestly wasn't. Expecting that."
If pressed, Justin wouldn't be able to accurately articulate what he was supposed "expecting," if only because he didn't really know.