[Theo is still while his hand moves, lips parted and his unblinking for the few seconds Tony's hand grazes his throat - he doesn't flinch, doesn't seem to suggest anything wrong about it but it is a particularly charged moment for him. His eyes flick down after Tony's hand moves to safer zones, lips twitching into a smile when he's feeling up his chest and he leans a little more into it. His nips aren't pierced (yet, anyway-) but his navel is.]
Daddy's going to spoil me at this rate.
[He's happy with that though, tongue sliding over the upper line of his teeth while he surveys Tony. Tempted to jump his bones, but also enjoying this indulgent air the moment holds. He's going to get expensively (and tastefully) wasted by the end of the night, he can sense it. He traces the finger of one hand along Tony's inner wrist, toward his hand and gives him a nudge.]
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Daddy's going to spoil me at this rate.
[He's happy with that though, tongue sliding over the upper line of his teeth while he surveys Tony. Tempted to jump his bones, but also enjoying this indulgent air the moment holds. He's going to get expensively (and tastefully) wasted by the end of the night, he can sense it. He traces the finger of one hand along Tony's inner wrist, toward his hand and gives him a nudge.]
I do my best work when spoiled. Go lower.