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Date: 2014-07-10 12:26 am (UTC)Good? Tony exhaled narrowly, half a chuckle about all he could manage. "Yeah, I'm good." He wasn't giving Rogers a snack out of the kindness of his stony little heart after all. He let his head fall back to the towel before Steve spoke again. The muscles under the skin in his thighs tightened under the salty skin below his tongue and he nearly bit his lip.
"Yeah?" He asked as if he was some sort of breathy harlot in a bodice ripper. "But you wouldn't know because you don't feed from people, right?"
Tony wanted to squirrel out the answers. Even if it was hard to concentrate.