Tony makes a soft, pleased noise, shutting his eyes for a moment, letting the sensation linger, before slipping his tongue into Jesus' mouth. It's not harsh or invasive, just exploring, slowly, tasting him, trying to coax him into even more of a response.

He shifts his knee closer against the other man's crotch, trying to gain more friction, bring them closer. He's keenly aware he's doing something wrong, but it feels so incredibly good. Tony's kissed a lot of people and no one's ever been like this, gentle and soft and putty in his hands, open and innocent, no angle, no hidden agenda, not even a doubt in Tony's mind about it. This is almost painfully good.

Every kiss is expertly placed and his tongue knows all the tricks to coax Jesus into reacting, being a little bolder.