Once they're both without their underwear, it's so much easier to take him in his hand, rub his thumb over his shaft, moving up to kiss Jesus as he does so, to drink in his expression. A strange thrill goes through him - call it sick if you will, he wouldn't deny it - at the fact he's defiling someone this good, this pure. He wants to be the first one to make him moan, make him incoherent, make him cum.

Tony kisses him a bit more roughly, his tongue swallowing up the sounds the other man is making.