[ The material reappearing under Tony's palm is a weird sensation, a swoop of vertigo for a split second as his visual and physical senses relaying different things that makes him blink and shake his head. He reorients quickly, pulling his hands back to watch the rest of the show -- though it's not much of a show, more like a settling down of something he hadn't noticed until it disappeared.
His head tilts slightly as he looks back up at Theo, his gaze tracking across normal but still undoubtably good looking features. Obediently, he reaches out to flatten his palm over Theo's warm stomach, sliding around underneath the softer material of the hoodie to his hip. ]
Feels pretty real to me. Come here. [ He pushes at him a bit, angling to get him kneeling across him in the booth so he can put his mouth where his hand was. ]
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His head tilts slightly as he looks back up at Theo, his gaze tracking across normal but still undoubtably good looking features. Obediently, he reaches out to flatten his palm over Theo's warm stomach, sliding around underneath the softer material of the hoodie to his hip. ]
Feels pretty real to me. Come here. [ He pushes at him a bit, angling to get him kneeling across him in the booth so he can put his mouth where his hand was. ]