The bad thing about being outside currently is that it's cold. Before, had they been in this position on the beach, Justin could have hiked up Tony's shirt and had plenty of skin to pay attention to with his mouth. Now? Now it's too cold to do that. It aggravates him, which he makes a note of for later—one more morning spent entertaining himself with Tony's chest won't be amiss, will it? Granted, it'll be in a tent, but they could always get up before dawn and hike back, take showers, have a morning slept in...
But it is his parents' house. And that's not really the best environment to go for that in, even though he really, really wants to. So maybe, he thinks when Tony's lips are pressed against his, the whole moving in with each other thing will happen before summer. That is, if nothing goes awry and Tony ends up not wanting a thing to do with him.
"Maybe. We'll see. Don't worry—" he punctuates it with the sound of his own zipper coming down as he moves to get on his knees, his smile far from press-friendly in every regard, "about that right now. Just, you know. Relax."
He never went commando in the first place, but he wouldn't have dreamed of doing it on a chilly camping trip. So he has to take a moment to adjust to the cool against his cock as he settles, hand moving over himself briefly so that Tony can see that yes, Justin's affected, too, even if he's trying to play it himself off as indifferent. He's very affected, and while one hand busies itself with Justin, the other moves to take a hold of Tony's thigh and keep his legs as apart as he needs to.
Relaxing may be difficult—he's not sure how Tony takes the idea of relaxing, really—when Justin leans down between his legs and makes no show of anything. There's no slow descent, no start-stopping. There's just Justin Hammer, CEO Hammer Industries, mouth preoccupied with a blowjob that, for all intents and purposes, has no other goal in mind aside from getting Tony off as quickly as possible, as noisily as possible, and—of course—as neatly as possible.
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But it is his parents' house. And that's not really the best environment to go for that in, even though he really, really wants to. So maybe, he thinks when Tony's lips are pressed against his, the whole moving in with each other thing will happen before summer. That is, if nothing goes awry and Tony ends up not wanting a thing to do with him.
"Maybe. We'll see. Don't worry—" he punctuates it with the sound of his own zipper coming down as he moves to get on his knees, his smile far from press-friendly in every regard, "about that right now. Just, you know. Relax."
He never went commando in the first place, but he wouldn't have dreamed of doing it on a chilly camping trip. So he has to take a moment to adjust to the cool against his cock as he settles, hand moving over himself briefly so that Tony can see that yes, Justin's affected, too, even if he's trying to play it himself off as indifferent. He's very affected, and while one hand busies itself with Justin, the other moves to take a hold of Tony's thigh and keep his legs as apart as he needs to.
Relaxing may be difficult—he's not sure how Tony takes the idea of relaxing, really—when Justin leans down between his legs and makes no show of anything. There's no slow descent, no start-stopping. There's just Justin Hammer, CEO Hammer Industries, mouth preoccupied with a blowjob that, for all intents and purposes, has no other goal in mind aside from getting Tony off as quickly as possible, as noisily as possible, and—of course—as neatly as possible.