Apparently, the easiest way to get Tony to do whatever it was Justin wanted sexually was to toy around with his thumbs. At least, on Justin's end. He'd figured out other methods, what places on Tony's body reacted the most favorably to which sort of stimulation, but maybe he had as much a "thing" for Justin's thumbs as he did himself. He couldn't get the same feeling from his own, of course, too hardened and calloused from working barehanded, but if he could, God. The things Justin would do to them, if only because he knew how to manipulate his own.

But he'd make do with every little spot he'd found so far, and he'd make note of any new one that cropped up along the way. He'd pay as much attention as he had the whole time they were together, and if there was ever a moment where he found something he that made Tony's heart race that he didn't know about it before? He'd be using it to his advantage without mercy, whenever the time was appropriate.

It was a good thing that Tony didn't pull out of him completely, because he would have complained. Not at length or with too much real irritation behind it, but still. He wanted to feel every bit of him he possibly could, and pulling away almost entirely? That wasn't anything like what he wanted. But even though he had a feeling Tony wasn't going to stop, his free hand moved back to grip the meat of his ass and pull forward, moan both obscene and delighted as he felt his pelvis pressed fully against him once again. If he had it his way, he'd feel it every thrust, and Tony wouldn't be concerned that it was too much or too fast. It was never too much. In fact, i twas almost not enough. He couldn't get enough of him in any fashion, sex wasn't excluded from that.

Not that he was left unsatisfied, of course. He just found himself wanting to kiss him, touch him, share a meal with him, or have a conversation first thing in the morning. It didn't matter what they were doing, really; he just wanted more Tony in his life.