If Tony were to ever say as much in the presence of JEEVES (not even in a Hammer home or a Stark one, if his phone was on and JEEVES was listening in), he'd take matters into his own, metaphorical hands. He wouldn't ask Justin until he'd compiled enough footage, because he would think that if Justin didn't know he was being watched, exactly, he wouldn't feel the pressure to do something differently. He would just take videos every few mornings, the mornings Justin woke up alone and all but aching from dreams and his body adjusting to being in a very sexually active relationship, the mornings Justin threw off the covers, slid his boxers down, and got himself off without further ado. Sometimes, he was already wearing one of Tony's shirts. Sometimes he was just wearing an undershirt. Sometimes he wasn't wearing anything over his chest. He never got up to put anything on if he'd gone to bed without a shirt, but sometimes? Sometimes he had the strange feeling he'd wake up aroused, and he either picked one of Tony's stolen shirts or went to bed with nothing but boxers or pants.
Either way, if Tony wanted that and made it known, it would happen. It would take a few months, certainly, but he'd get it. Really, there wasn't much that Tony could sexually ask for that he'd say no to. And what he would say no to? He couldn't imagine Tony asking.
"God yes." The words were extremely rushed, almost like the two were combined into one. He doubted Tony would mind, though, considering what it was he was excited about. He sat up halfway, his hand moving over Tony's arm and over his neck, fingers demanding as they tangled up in his hair. If Tony had any thought in his head about moving away, Justin was making sure it went neglected. As far as he was concerned, Tony wasn't going anywhere. His eyes, poor as they were and causing his vision to blur, moved from his face—which he imagined to be one part glazed over with lust, one part smug, and that smug part barely retained as he wrapped his hand around his erection—to his crotch, which had him taking in a deep, loud breath. He couldn't see him clearly, but he'd been with him enough to be able to create an exact replication of the sight in his mind, which was as good as it was going to get unless he got up and pulled his glasses out...which wasn't going to happen because he didn't want anything other than Tony climaxing all over him. Legs still spread and body trembling, he nodded. "We could be in the Louvre and I wouldn't look away."
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Either way, if Tony wanted that and made it known, it would happen. It would take a few months, certainly, but he'd get it. Really, there wasn't much that Tony could sexually ask for that he'd say no to. And what he would say no to? He couldn't imagine Tony asking.
"God yes." The words were extremely rushed, almost like the two were combined into one. He doubted Tony would mind, though, considering what it was he was excited about. He sat up halfway, his hand moving over Tony's arm and over his neck, fingers demanding as they tangled up in his hair. If Tony had any thought in his head about moving away, Justin was making sure it went neglected. As far as he was concerned, Tony wasn't going anywhere. His eyes, poor as they were and causing his vision to blur, moved from his face—which he imagined to be one part glazed over with lust, one part smug, and that smug part barely retained as he wrapped his hand around his erection—to his crotch, which had him taking in a deep, loud breath. He couldn't see him clearly, but he'd been with him enough to be able to create an exact replication of the sight in his mind, which was as good as it was going to get unless he got up and pulled his glasses out...which wasn't going to happen because he didn't want anything other than Tony climaxing all over him. Legs still spread and body trembling, he nodded. "We could be in the Louvre and I wouldn't look away."