[ It's a sound that wraps up his feelings at the moment. It's a big brown ball of sound that means that he gets he can't move forward even though he super wants to do that right about now. He's not actually making a noise, just a soft sort of sound, back of his throat, deep lower part of his chest. He wants her to pick it up, to do more, and definitely not stop.
But then she's sliding a hand over his side, fingertips over his ribs, and he can't help the flinch and amused reaction that elicits. Flinching at the moment is inadvisable, he'd imagine. He's just slightly out of breath, okay. ]
What, Howard? Care about what? [ sorry nice try but tony's flipping back and forth so much - she can do the open ended ones later, I think. Not too much later though. ]
even when i mean it to be accusing it comes out fond shakes fist
[ She loves that sound. Like, really, she really loves that sound and wants him to make it again and loves the moments she can coax it out of him and the clear tension in his body that means the same thing the sound means.
There's a flicker of an amused smile at his semi jump, her fingers lightening their touch even more because it's so easy to forget he's ticklish but when she remembers she does enjoy having fun with it. Sorry, Tony. ]
The kidnappings. [ She'll narrow it down to that field for him, then. See if that doesn't get something out. ]
[ Wow that is so not fair. He's starting to sound a bit like a broken record with that one, but even so he's pretty sure tickling him on purpose right now is like seven shades of so not fair. It's very difficult to keep that particular reaction contained, and he instead attempts to curl or twist or pull up away from it, perhaps not so subtly as he could have done but still without just jerking away from her. It's also difficult to do it without moving his pelvis too much, so there's that.
It also abbreviates the already short answer she was going to get anyway, because it's hard to talk when you're trying not to laugh and he really doesn't feel like laughing right now despite what his body would have him tell you. ]
[ Yeah, well. She flattens her hand after a moment, just leaves it resting against his chest as she shifts the stroke of her other hand, a little wider range and more exploration to it but leaving it very slow and very even. She's just going to coax him a little closer to where she wants, lay off on the questions for a little while. ]
You're surprisingly ticklish. Most people grow out of it. [ Just a casual observation, totally, she's not planning on taking advantage of that further. Why would you ever think that. That momentary flex of her fingers against his abdomen has a totally legitimate reason behind it. ]
[ Her shift in movement does little to curb the tension seeping into his muscles, across his torso, but it does mean he stays a little more still. It's not that long before she'll have him probably closer to where she wants him, and while that's an even more vulnerable position, he doesn't do a whole lot to actively oppose it. It's not exactly comfortable, but then, that's not really the point. ]
I don't tend to be all that normal. [ He tenses up probably a little more than he should at the flexing, feeling kind of ridiculous afterward but hey, there's not a lot you can do about some things. ] And genius is sensitive.
[ Good, she wants him to stay still right now. Stay still and let her get him closer and closer to what he wants and what she wants. Her fingers on her chest she leaves still, but she leans in to press her mouth to the skin around the reactor. When she speaks her breath out is right against his skin. ]
Is it? How sensitive is genius, precisely? [ Which she actually makes sound quite sincere. ]
[ Oh god, it's hard to remember the words - any words - when she starts off like that. He breathes semi-heavily for a few seconds before he can say anything anyway. ] How would you take a lie, right now? [ He says, all tensed and coiled as much as would be possible while he's all stretched out along for her like this. ]
[ She lets her teeth press against his skin for a moment, absently returns to brushing her mouth along the spots she knows are sensitive. Her fingers flex again against his torso, slide lower with a slight rake of fingernails. ] Not very well. [ Just in case the message from her touch wasn't clear enough, there. She should probably put that in words too, even if it interrupts her mouth against his skin momentarily. ]
[ No, she shouldn't do anything that interrupts her mouth on his skin, actually, he's pretty sure of it. This time if he's moving at all, it's into the scratch of her nails, the heat of her so close to him. He shifts up a little bit again, takes a deep breath and lets it back out as he settles once more. ] Very. You know.
[ She leans a little closer towards him, hand pressed between them as she pushes up on tiptoes so that she can reach his throat in her exploration of his skin, pushing forward so that he has to tilt his head back to allow her access or risk her stopping. ] How very?
[ He gives in to that with marginal pushback, making her push a little harder, but not resisting so much as to dissuade her from continuing. He wants her at his neck, wants her teeth to scrap across it and the warmth of her to never dissipate from where she is now. ] Name me one way to quantify 'very'. [ He's still perhaps able to think linearly, scientifically, technically, if not in most other aspects. He does so love to be difficult. ]
[ She makes a soft noise of amusement against his throat, works on leaving what is going to be a very fascinating bruise on his throat tomorrow, right where she can feel his heartbeat best, the blood just under his skin that keeps him warm and pushing and moving under her hands. Speaking of which, that's a definite cessation to the handjob she was giving him, both her hands settling firmly on his hips as she presses closer but does absolutely nothing else. ] You should work a little harder on figuring it out for yourself. [ He can have her mouth on his skin, but he's not getting anything else but warmth for the moment. Go ahead, Tony. Be difficult. See how far that gets you. ]
[ Come on, she was amused by that, that was an okay comment to make, now it's just kind of cold even though she's fire up against him, leaves him leaning towards her and getting a good stretch going in his arms in the process. She's more than welcome to leave interesting bruises on his throat, he's okay with that. Less okay with everything else though. ] Very very. I don't know how to explain 'very', it's already a qualifier. It's like asking how red something is. Very red. That was a bad example, red's got a measuring stick for 'very' already. Enough to be distracting at inopportune times. I usually can't - we're only talking about skin here too, for the record. No other sensitivity.
[ Her mouth curves up in a smile against his skin, meeting his push forward with the wall of her body as she pulls his hips closer against hers, gives him some friction to work with at least. ] What other sensitivity would we be talking about, Tony?
I just said there wasn't another one. [ He says it, but he says it quickly, just after he presses against her to get the benefit of the friction and pressure, because he knows what the response to stalling is most likely going to be, but he's not about to get into the specifics of 'artistic' and 'emotional' sensitivity when it comes to intellectuals and artists. Which he assumes 'genius' naturally falls under, because it's both stereotypes he seems to be accused of in almost equal amounts, as far as he can tell. Among others, clearly, but still. ]
Then I suppose I'll just have to take you at your word. [ She brushes her lips across the mark she's made on him again, steps away completely and circles him slowly, letting her feet scuff across the floor so that he doesn't have to strain to try to figure out where she is. ] What do you want, Tony?
[ Totally, totally will. She brushes her hand across the span of his shoulders, down the curve of his spine and over his ass, and then circles back around to his front, close enough that he can feel the warmth off her body but not quite touching. ] You want me to ask about whether you have residual emotional trauma from being kidnapped as a child? Or how your parents handled it? Or would you rather I ask if you've ever thought about doing this?
[ ahh shit that backfired horribly one day he will learn to keep his mouth shut
or at least put some kind of filter on it
or something he probably won't but he can at least curse himself for the lack of forethought anyway. he gets all tense again for a moment but just as quickly it fades out, because he's super good at controlling his reactions to things - usually - but it's difficult to extend that to your whole body when you're already on alert ] This specifically? There are elements here that I can't truthfully say I had fantasized about to such a degree.
[ one day he probably should because once he starts using his mouth she starts specifically looking for ways to go against what he says. well, unless he's using his mouth in a very specific way. if he's talking with it she is all for not letting him have what he asks for unless he asks for it right. ]
Which parts had you thought about? [ A thoughtful hmmm almost against his chest, mouth against the edge of the reactor, and her fingers drift down to trace the insides of his thighs. ] You didn't answer the other questions.
Thought it was a multiple choice. Pick one then move on. [ As to why he ignored the other questions. Either way - not really, not really, and answered. [ Whatever. Answering questions - if she wants him to answer anything, she's gotta be clear about it. No wiggle room. ]
Mostly the tying. The restraint. Not quite so much with all this back and forth, but whatever. Pull me higher, watch me really flail for you. [ No he's not at all attempting to distract or compel you with things you didn't mention wanting. Shhh. ]
[ But messing with him is so much fun, it really is. She takes so much pleasure out of the push and pull. ] Mmm. We'll come back to that later then. [ In just a little bit, because this avenue is - more interesting. The 'for you' part of that sentence jolted somewhere inside her, started something burning that she'd been mostly managing to avoid. Now there's a significant part of her that just wants to see what he'll do for her, how far she can push him. ]
You like how little control you have, right now? [ One hand slides down to behind his knee, pulls it up a little so that that foot can no longer touch the ground, leaving him only the other as stability. ] Is that what you want? To flail for me? [ She runs her hand up and down a little against the back of his knee, lets it back down. ] You're going to have to ask better.
As is that, and he winds up being all the more taut for the way he's got to balance now with his arms and the other foot as the points of contact. It's kind of an interesting -- he's not totally sure he doesn't want that, but he's always got a bigger mouth than he does anything else and while it's happy to get him into things, it frequently doesn't know how to finish them. He's got no idea how to ask for that. (The couple of reservations he might have about it probably don't help, but they'll likely fall in the face of the possibility anyway.)
Asking how he should ask didn't really go badly last time per se, but he wouldn't say that it actually worked. ] I thought you were the one with all the asking power here?
It's going to have to start figuring out stuff here for him pretty fast if this is actually what he wants, because Max isn't inclined to give him anything he wants right now without a slightly better request than that. She's not even really inclined to touch him beyond her palms feather light on his thighs, because he's still being difficult. ]
I don't ask. I say things, and you do them. You have to ask.
[ That's totally not a low, high pitched, whatever-it-actually-is from the back of his throat. Just brushing against him, leaving him so tense and alternating between being blissfully free of thoughts and trying furiously to figure out what it is he wants his irritating mouth to actually get out.
At least by now he's being difficult because he's stalling, rather than just being difficult? ]
I ask for you to do things. For you to tell me to do things I can do. I'm pretty sure there's residual trauma, and they handled it poorly, in my opinion, and those of everyone around us if the looks they turned our way were anything to go by. Please touch me. Come on. Anything but this breezy, gentle, bullshit. It's too much, not enough, it's just --
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meeeeeeeeeee : )
[ It's a sound that wraps up his feelings at the moment. It's a big brown ball of sound that means that he gets he can't move forward even though he super wants to do that right about now. He's not actually making a noise, just a soft sort of sound, back of his throat, deep lower part of his chest. He wants her to pick it up, to do more, and definitely not stop.
But then she's sliding a hand over his side, fingertips over his ribs, and he can't help the flinch and amused reaction that elicits. Flinching at the moment is inadvisable, he'd imagine. He's just slightly out of breath, okay. ]
What, Howard? Care about what? [ sorry nice try but tony's flipping back and forth so much - she can do the open ended ones later, I think. Not too much later though. ]
even when i mean it to be accusing it comes out fond shakes fist
There's a flicker of an amused smile at his semi jump, her fingers lightening their touch even more because it's so easy to forget he's ticklish but when she remembers she does enjoy having fun with it. Sorry, Tony. ]
The kidnappings. [ She'll narrow it down to that field for him, then. See if that doesn't get something out. ]
gosh darn it
It also abbreviates the already short answer she was going to get anyway, because it's hard to talk when you're trying not to laugh and he really doesn't feel like laughing right now despite what his body would have him tell you. ]
Sure.
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You're surprisingly ticklish. Most people grow out of it. [ Just a casual observation, totally, she's not planning on taking advantage of that further. Why would you ever think that. That momentary flex of her fingers against his abdomen has a totally legitimate reason behind it. ]
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I don't tend to be all that normal. [ He tenses up probably a little more than he should at the flexing, feeling kind of ridiculous afterward but hey, there's not a lot you can do about some things. ] And genius is sensitive.
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Is it? How sensitive is genius, precisely? [ Which she actually makes sound quite sincere. ]
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Is that not obvious? Keep asking intensely personal and private questions and stop going away. That's what I want.
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or at least put some kind of filter on it
or something he probably won't but he can at least curse himself for the lack of forethought anyway. he gets all tense again for a moment but just as quickly it fades out, because he's super good at controlling his reactions to things - usually - but it's difficult to extend that to your whole body when you're already on alert ] This specifically? There are elements here that I can't truthfully say I had fantasized about to such a degree.
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Which parts had you thought about? [ A thoughtful hmmm almost against his chest, mouth against the edge of the reactor, and her fingers drift down to trace the insides of his thighs. ] You didn't answer the other questions.
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Mostly the tying. The restraint. Not quite so much with all this back and forth, but whatever. Pull me higher, watch me really flail for you. [ No he's not at all attempting to distract or compel you with things you didn't mention wanting. Shhh. ]
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You like how little control you have, right now? [ One hand slides down to behind his knee, pulls it up a little so that that foot can no longer touch the ground, leaving him only the other as stability. ] Is that what you want? To flail for me? [ She runs her hand up and down a little against the back of his knee, lets it back down. ] You're going to have to ask better.
dammit my coding
As is that, and he winds up being all the more taut for the way he's got to balance now with his arms and the other foot as the points of contact. It's kind of an interesting -- he's not totally sure he doesn't want that, but he's always got a bigger mouth than he does anything else and while it's happy to get him into things, it frequently doesn't know how to finish them. He's got no idea how to ask for that. (The couple of reservations he might have about it probably don't help, but they'll likely fall in the face of the possibility anyway.)
Asking how he should ask didn't really go badly last time per se, but he wouldn't say that it actually worked. ] I thought you were the one with all the asking power here?
pets gently it's okay it happens to us all
It's going to have to start figuring out stuff here for him pretty fast if this is actually what he wants, because Max isn't inclined to give him anything he wants right now without a slightly better request than that. She's not even really inclined to touch him beyond her palms feather light on his thighs, because he's still being difficult. ]
I don't ask. I say things, and you do them. You have to ask.
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I ask for you to do things. For you to tell me to do things I can do. I'm pretty sure there's residual trauma, and they handled it poorly, in my opinion, and those of everyone around us if the looks they turned our way were anything to go by. Please touch me. Come on. Anything but this breezy, gentle, bullshit. It's too much, not enough, it's just --
it's going to be okay i promise
uh huh
just trust me
well okay then mistress
i like the sound of that word
I'm sure you do
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remaining where he is now what even past self
it's okay i got it
thank you among the reasons i love you
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