“You little minx,” Tony rasped. He gripped Tim’s hips tightly, pushing down into the loosened waistband.
Tim just hummed thoughtfully as he licked at the scar tissue around the arc reactor. “Such a beautiful piece of tech,” he murmured, petting the glowing metal. The action made Tony’s breath catch and Tim grinned, rolling his hips down against the thigh pressed up between his legs. “Talk science to me, Tony.”
Tony laughed and groaned all at the same time. “You’re incorrigible.”
“You love it.”