Sucking in fingers as a precursor to sex is not anything new with Justin, thanks to his thumbs being the erogenous zones that they are. For once, he wasn't actively thinking about sexually, but he had realized it could easily be taken as that approximately half a second after he said it. The somewhat intense way Tony looked at him afterwards made it very apparent he should have weeded out that question, because part of the deal with camping was making smores. Not making one smore, not eating the entire thing, and then sex in the cold semi-wilderness until there was no option other than bundling up in the tent and sleeping it off.

Justin recognizes the tone in his voice, at least. It has him shifting to the bag between his legs, rummaging through it until he pulls out a large Ziploc bag with things like small band-aids, medium-sized band-aids, and a small bottle with an aloe plant on the side right next to a tube of Neosporin. Neat, fussy thing that he is, both of them are in separate, smaller bags, and he opens it to pull the lotion out without further ado.

"It's kind of medical, but it's not...you can use it for anything, it's. Uh. It's soothing? And it smells good, so it's a win-win sort of thing all around. I'll just put a dab on and you can, you can finish your smore. And there's...there's so much here we won't get through it all, just so you know."

Tony can eat one-handed, surely. He'll have to, because Justin has commandeered his other with great ease so he can smear small bits of lotion onto his fingertips as though he could die if he didn't have such basic attention.