[ His eyes eventually close against the pressure, reacting physiologically and distracted by everything she's doing to his neck. While she's doing this to him, he has nothing to dwell on but the way it feels, and the look in her eyes beforehand. The look on her face. He can't. Tony can't handle that kind of affection, that level of help to be offered.
What he wants out of this, he doesn't know. What does he need from this? That's something entirely different. But he reacts to her, melting underneath her, a little, tension draining away, He wants to touch her, to feel her skin, warm behind his own, drops his shoulders a little and turns his head against her pull to give her more room to touch him instead, since that's all the halfway meeting he's capable of right now. ]
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What he wants out of this, he doesn't know. What does he need from this? That's something entirely different. But he reacts to her, melting underneath her, a little, tension draining away, He wants to touch her, to feel her skin, warm behind his own, drops his shoulders a little and turns his head against her pull to give her more room to touch him instead, since that's all the halfway meeting he's capable of right now. ]