#starkiisms

“Yeah Tony?”

               Intoxication roaring through his bloodstream to rapidly infect every                perceivable inch of a fatigued system, the metallic tang of alcohol                clinging to the tip of a swirling tongue, the dark haired male curled               dirt caked digits into the material of his companion's shirt where it               lay atop the broad planes of masculine shoulders; the possessive                act one that held clear intentions of keeping the male as close as                humanly possible. It was alien, the almost imperceptible brush of                stubble against the tanned flesh of a heavily defined chin, the                roughness of those lips that moved so perfectly in sync with his                identical attributes despite their drunken states. He could go as far               as to say it felt wrong, although a flicker of undeniable pleasure                weaved its way through the atmosphere with each passing second               that'd later have him second guessing his own observations.                Kissing other guys had never been a part of his agenda, attraction               had never been found in his interactions with other members of his               gender; and yet, the hum that crawled up through the base of burning               lungs suggested there was something in being so close to Tony that                bestowed him with a momentarily glimpse of security. Curving his               torso into that of his fellow delinquent's, an elevation of a single palm               coming to pass if only to grant nimble fingertips access to the back of                ruffled locks, the eldest Blake grazed his teeth across Stark's lower lip,               the ghost of a smile gracing deeply pigmented flesh with its presence. 

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                    ❝ uh, i have this under control. ❞