There may not have been much room, but Tony could make do with what he had available. Carefully, he settled himself in between Justin’s legs, nudging them open with his knee as far as he could to ensure that he had as much room as possible. He wanted to do what he could to prevent discomfort in both of them.

Without at least some preparation, he didn’t want to rush it completely, but Justin rubbing against him was quickly unraveling his composure. The longer he waited, the less he wanted to wait, and the harder it was to do it. That hand on his ass wasn’t helping either, and he made a quiet sound of impatience.

“Tell me if you need me to stop.”

He slid a hand behind Justin’s knee and gripped his leg, needing the stability as he pressed the head of his cock up against his ass. Reminding himself to take it steady, he pushed forward, combating the resistance of the muscle until it gave way and let him slide inside. It took him a second to gather himself then, the heat and tightness of Justin’s body encasing him momentarily stealing his forward momentum. Just for an instant, however. Lifting his eyes, he let out the breath he was holding and started moving again with painstaking care. If Justin bid him stop, he would do so immediately. Otherwise, he wouldn’t stop until he was seated inside him completely.