[ Of... Everything. He doesn't think he can do that. He's actually pretty sure he can't do that. Like, at all. That's like, so far outside his comfort zone, it's actually still in the states of being demilitarized. His eyes open a little bit as she takes her hand away - he was enjoying that perhaps a little more than he thought he was - and glances at her for a moment or two again, basically in the time between removal and straddling, which just makes his eyes shut all the faster.
As a result of that, he doesn't see when her hands are about to hit his chest, the skin twitching with the initial contact. Patience, she says, and his eyes open again to look at her, and he's not sure to whom that's directed, but it sure can't be him. It can't be Tony, because there's no way she's actually expecting him to be patient with all this crap happening. He makes a few muffled sounds into the gag, because continuing to be all stimulative despite the mixed signals likely still means 'shut up', even as unlikely as that is to be achieved. Muffling into the muffler is about the best he can do right now. ]
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As a result of that, he doesn't see when her hands are about to hit his chest, the skin twitching with the initial contact. Patience, she says, and his eyes open again to look at her, and he's not sure to whom that's directed, but it sure can't be him. It can't be Tony, because there's no way she's actually expecting him to be patient with all this crap happening. He makes a few muffled sounds into the gag, because continuing to be all stimulative despite the mixed signals likely still means 'shut up', even as unlikely as that is to be achieved. Muffling into the muffler is about the best he can do right now. ]