[Theo's brows lift and he lets out a happy little noise when Tony's hand skims over the growing bulge in his pants, briefly closing his eyes before blinking them back open to look at what Tony's other hand is doing. He's bared his chest and it catches Theo's eye, bringing up his hand to trace his fingers over the ridge of scar tissue with a feather light touch.]
I feel like scars often tell a story. Any mark left on you does.
[It's said with an admiring tone, finger tracing before he's looking back up to meet Tony's gaze.]
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I feel like scars often tell a story. Any mark left on you does.
[It's said with an admiring tone, finger tracing before he's looking back up to meet Tony's gaze.]
You must have quite a story.