[Oh, not fair, not fair--! How does Tony still know exactly how to get him going? Gene's practically purring as Tony's fingers comb through his hair, and the pleased, satisfied noise he makes turns into a quiet, defeated moan as Tony's hand trails down his side in kind. You complete bastard, how can you still do this to me, even now, even after everything?
Gene doesn't let people touch him, as a rule. He's very stingy with physical contact and especially affection - who can blame him, after the childhood he's had? This is different. With Tony, it's always been different; scary, but exciting, too. He doesn't feel threatened. It would be a stretch to say that he's calm, but there's a weird kind of serenity to this all the same. Even if they aren't very good at using their words, their bodies know what they want, and how to express it. And right now, Gene doesn't care about their history or arguments or even Malicant - right now, he cares about Tony. He wants Tony. And for the first time he can remember, he's actually getting what he wants, no strings attached.
His hand slips down from Tony's chest to rest on his hip, keeping him close, trapped between Gene and the wall, and Gene can't think of a better place for him to be.
(Not strictly true - he can think of several - but this is neither the time nor place for such frivolity.)]
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Gene doesn't let people touch him, as a rule. He's very stingy with physical contact and especially affection - who can blame him, after the childhood he's had? This is different. With Tony, it's always been different; scary, but exciting, too. He doesn't feel threatened. It would be a stretch to say that he's calm, but there's a weird kind of serenity to this all the same. Even if they aren't very good at using their words, their bodies know what they want, and how to express it. And right now, Gene doesn't care about their history or arguments or even Malicant - right now, he cares about Tony. He wants Tony. And for the first time he can remember, he's actually getting what he wants, no strings attached.
His hand slips down from Tony's chest to rest on his hip, keeping him close, trapped between Gene and the wall, and Gene can't think of a better place for him to be.
(Not strictly true - he can think of several - but this is neither the time nor place for such frivolity.)]