[ Unfortunately, understanding is among one of the things he's least willing to give up. It's too intimate, understanding. Lets people in too closely, even without trying.
Tony'd consider being apologetic, but there's too much stimulus, way too much stimulus, and then there's too little, what even, she just got up and left. His eyes open, wide and more than a little blown, blinking a couple of times because really, you can't kiss someone like that a second time and not have them react, and then she's gone completely, and he can't talk again, he hadn't even really meant to ask in the first place but apparently he couldn't help himself, and now all he can do is watch her carefully, mouth pressed tightly shut against the impulse and muffling his own noises of protest.
Sort of. There's some heavy exhaling through his nose, since opening his mouth at all at this point is just asking to make the hole deeper. The effect she was having on him is fairly obvious, especially now that she's stepped away, him being half hard and waiting by this point, aside from the look on his face: frustrated and possibly even angry, but mostly just open, incredibly open, in all the ways he normally isn't, despite his efforts to mask it under arousal and irritation. After a couple of seconds he gets this close to saying something and actually bites his lip to stop himself, because she's on the other side of the room now, and that's the opposite of what he wants, the strain against the handcuffs adding to the obviousness. ]
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Tony'd consider being apologetic, but there's too much stimulus, way too much stimulus, and then there's too little, what even, she just got up and left. His eyes open, wide and more than a little blown, blinking a couple of times because really, you can't kiss someone like that a second time and not have them react, and then she's gone completely, and he can't talk again, he hadn't even really meant to ask in the first place but apparently he couldn't help himself, and now all he can do is watch her carefully, mouth pressed tightly shut against the impulse and muffling his own noises of protest.
Sort of. There's some heavy exhaling through his nose, since opening his mouth at all at this point is just asking to make the hole deeper. The effect she was having on him is fairly obvious, especially now that she's stepped away, him being half hard and waiting by this point, aside from the look on his face: frustrated and possibly even angry, but mostly just open, incredibly open, in all the ways he normally isn't, despite his efforts to mask it under arousal and irritation. After a couple of seconds he gets this close to saying something and actually bites his lip to stop himself, because she's on the other side of the room now, and that's the opposite of what he wants, the strain against the handcuffs adding to the obviousness. ]