[Theo'd be used to that kind of read - he is undeniably used to it, to the point where he doesn't even recognize it - so he doesn't give a shit about picking at it. Especially when there's other fun to be had. He's playing a role after all, and part of that is... acting on slutty impulses? Whatever, 2023 him will have to deal with the meaning of it all and the weight it has on him but they're not there yet. Much rather, he's looking at Tony with his lips parted and a soft breath exhaling as he feels his lips move over his skin. He shivers only after that, when he's relaxing against Tony's touch and his thumb rests on the mark.

He's put his hand up on Tony's bicep somewhere in the process of the last few seconds, not thinking about it, but he looks back up to meet gaze. What does he want is such a fucking question. There are half dozen things he could say right now. Filler. Good retorts. Nothing particularly honest because:]

I don't know. A good time?

['I want you to think I'm confident in everything I do, not that I'm this shittily put together skeleton of a human who uses sex to avoid confronting my various issues and massive pile of backlogged baggage.']

I don't want messy, I don't want tethers. I want good times, free shit and a lot of sex. I like affection but I don't want to feel boxed in. Restricted. Sound fair?