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[ The first time he jumps she pauses, tightens her grip on him and waits for him to settle again. In the meantime she presses her lips to the back of his neck for a little bit, follows the marks her nails had left on his shoulder earlier with her mouth, first her tongue to soothe them and then her teeth to mark him again.

Hers. It's in every moment she touches him right now, the possessive dig of her fingers and the clear freedom she feels to do what she wants to his body. She wants it visible on him, wants him to feel it as strongly as she does, remember it when he moves.

After she's certain he's still again, at least for the moment, she shifts her fingers again, reaches for his balls and the underside of his dick. ] Did you fix it later?

[ Well he hardly considers reacting to very specific and stimulating physical stimuli to be something he should be punished for. Granted, it just strengthens the resolve to stay still, which in turn winds up meaning he pays even more attention to what she's doing to the point of potential hyper-awareness, which really doesn't help. He'd argue that it's a cyclical thing she's creating, purely in her own favor, but that, too, could work against him. And really, he's not actually complaining. Grousing, at best.

She's doing very well though that is a message being sent across the channels fairly clearly, even with everything else that's happening in this conversation. He pulls up a little bit, but it's to get a full breath because that was a slight gasp just there, rather than to get away from her fingers. He rapidly starts speaking to make up for it. ] Almost immediately. Had to figure out if it would actually work, especially after saying it would have. Totally did. Totally worth it.

[ It's not precisely punishment, just ensuring that he's not moving away from her or jumping or otherwise getting in the way of what she's doing here. She's got specific things she's doing and she wants his full cooperation. Which means him staying still, and if that also means hyper-awareness, well. It's a side effect that she's quite all right with him having.

Mm, she quite likes the tone in his voice there and the rapidity to his words. She slides her fingers up and down the length of him for a moment and then withdraws entirely after a wait long enough to indicate it's not because his answer wasn't satisfactory. She's just getting something, and when her hand comes back a moment later it's slicker, lube on her fingers as she grasps him firmly this time, starts a somewhat even stroke. ] Who did you say it would have worked to?

[ Yes, well. It feels sort of like punishment, so. In his mind, at the moment, there's little difference on a basic level, even if on a practical or intellectual one he does get it. It's rude to provoke hyper-awareness in a Sentinel though, even if it's just normal hyper-awareness instead of the super kind.

He lets out a little more of a breath than he means to when she moves away, pulls in a little more than he means to when she comes back a bit faster than he was anticipating, and god that is not fair. This early and she's already not fair. It's made his abdominal muscles all tighten for a moment or two before he forces them to calm back down and replies. ] Him. I told dad when they brought me home.

[ She's monitoring very carefully, no worries. Should he start having any extra sensitivity problems she'll immediately dial down what she's doing so that at no point will it overwhelm him, because that is definitely not the point.

She's always not fair, or at least he always thinks she's not fair. Personally she thinks she's actually quite fair and evenhanded. Definitely evenhanded at least right now, slow and languid and not more than enough to do a great deal for him beyond arousal. Certainly not far enough to give him any real satisfaction. He doesn't get that quite yet. She likes the sight of him tense and stretched out in front of her far too much for that. And besides, she still has questions. ] Yeah? Who brought you home?

[ It's not enough to get anything out of, all that's happening is that she's coaxing him from the sort of hard he was at before to a mostly hard state, and even that is slowly. Whether it's the distraction, or the back and forth, or simply the current subject matter, he's not getting a full erection nearly as fast as he might have done otherwise. He's still sensitive though, and her leisurely, languid pace has got him huffing in mild irritation, muscles making like they're going to push his hips forward, force her hand to move a little faster, but they abort the movement, because she's stop altogether if he did, and his hands are tied and just rubbing both thighs together won't be nearly enough supposing she lets him dangle anywhere near them anyway.

He does have to seriously consider that though, because he doesn't actually remember. It was probably cops. Might have been SHIELD. Might have been some stranger - although he's pretty sure it was some sort of militant group of individuals. ] Cops. Probably. My life is chock full of cops. They're everywhere.

[ She's more than happy to work with slowly here. Actually slowly is basically her entire game right now, so that's pretty much what she wants anyways. She hears that huff, doesn't let it change anything about how she's touching him at all except for a slight press of her other hand for a moment. Just a reaffirmation that he's not allowed to move forward, even if he's already figured that out. ]

I can't imagine why that might be. [ But that's hardly the point here, and she lets her free hand slip up his side, back down over his stomach, just drifting and touching, seeing what's sensitive. ] Did your dad care? [ Open ended as to what he cared about, letting Tony fill in whatever blanks he needs to. ]

nnnnnnnnnnnnn-

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

Sure.

[ 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?

[ If he actually mutters 'god dammit' when she steps back, she'll consider that as a compliment, right? ]

Is that not obvious? Keep asking intensely personal and private questions and stop going away. That's what I want.

[ 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?

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somehow none of my icons feel like they're actually /getting/ his expressions in this thread idek

it is okay i will apply imagination

just not enough 'this is bdsm sexifayce' icons, man

ty for that comment header and the necessary careful scrolling away from it in class

you're still so welcome for it 8D

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meeeeeeeeeee : )

even when i mean it to be accusing it comes out fond shakes fist

gosh darn it

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