Thought of the bed at home were quickly leaving Tony's mind. Not with the way Arthur tasted, or the sounds he was making. There was something about that low rumble that went straight through Stark, leaving him making a soft moan of his own. "You're supposed to be the one making sure we get back to bed," he pointed out.
And he wasn't sure that was happening, hand massaging Arthur's thigh, sliding up his leg.
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Date: 2012-10-22 06:09 am (UTC)And he wasn't sure that was happening, hand massaging Arthur's thigh, sliding up his leg.