He finds that instead of being disappointed, he's thrilled he drove Jesus over the edge so quickly. It was so easy, and the look on his face was exquisite, unashamed and overwhelmed and new, so new, and there were so many other things he could do. Things he wanted to do to him, just to see that reaction against.

Tony smiles at him, shifting a little uncomfortably. He's still incredibly hard, and after some soft kissing and a moment to let Jesus relax into the afterglow, put some semblance of coherency together, he takes one of the other man's hands and guides it to his cock. It's strange, but he wants to know what an afterglow alongside him would be like. For once, that's not the part of proceedings Tony is dreading, because he knows he can trust him.

"Love you," he murmurs softly into Jesus' ear, nuzzling against him. "I take it I was okay, then. Not to be pushy, but, ah, if you could just...." He thrusts a little into his hand to get the point across.