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[gotup]

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[gotup]

Nothin' you haven't seen before, anyway.

[SHRUG.

He climbs to his feet and heads up the stairs to Tony's room, looking around as he enters. It's decorated in the same expensive minimalist style as the rest of the house; most of the personal touches, he's noticed, are in Tony's workshop. It's almost like the rest of the house is for show, rather than being lived in, and it feels...lonely. Not that he'd really had many personal effects in his cave, either. Once Tony's inside, he sits down on the bed, making a face at the way it shifts under his weight. That damn foam again.]

Although I can't wait to get those pants just so you can stop joking about my skirts.

[myheartglows]

[ "doesn't mean i wanna see your coconuts again," tony lightly retorts, following behind, quiet otherwise for the short trek. he does, however, bat once at simba's tail swaying below the bedsheet like a kitten distracted by a yarn rope. if simba looks back, tony meets him with big, very innocent eyes.

he heads straight for his bathroom once inside and his voice drifts out through the door, which he leaves open, ] I'll find something else.

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[He doesn't bother turning around, but his tail does twitch strongly enough to hint that he could smack Tony with his tail if he wanted to.]

I'm sure you will. You probably stay up at night just thinking of new things to say.

[myheartglows]

Just means you're on my mind! [ tony shouts back before the shower switches on and drowns out all else. he'll be a few minutes. make yourself comfortable. ]

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[While Tony's in the shower, he heads downstairs and grabs his tablet. While he's not adept at using it yet, he's still figured out a fair bit, and he sprawls out on the bed and brings up the history book he's currently reading. His tail twitches idly as he reclines and waits for Tony to finish up in the shower.]

[myheartglows]

[ "you still there, simba?" is called out when the shower shuts off. after confirmation and a quick exchange, tony stays in the bathroom for several minutes longer with the sound of cap lids popping and the faucet running on and off.

when he finally exits, he asks, ] What do you think? [ and waits for simba's eyes on him. tony is wearing only a smirk and a white towel wrapped around his hips low enough to threaten falling off. once he has simba's attention he spreads his arms out and rotates to model each angle. ] I've decided to match with you for the night in a show of solidarity. Personally I think I wear it better.

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Uh.

[He's seen plenty of nude men before (even if it's a blur), but none that have ever clearly been showing off for him. It's...confusing, really. He shifts slightly on the bed.]

Good thing I'm still wearing a sheet, then.

[myheartglows]

Were you considering not? [ tony says with an amused tilt of his head over his shoulder, facing simba backwards. twisting like that deepens the natural slope of his back, his spine a subtle groove above the swell of his ass. ]

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[Well, he's definitely not taking it off now. Or moving from where he is. Thankfully, the fur hides the blush he can feel rising in his cheeks.

It's just because he wants to draw Tony like that, he tells himself. Never mind that he can't draw - that a pencil sized for his fingers wouldn't have a point fine enough for detail work. He itches to capture the curve of Tony's spine, the muscles of his shoulders standing out against his back.]

No, I just meant - in general. No need for either of us to walk around naked.

[myheartglows]

The exhibitionist in me decrees otherwise, but all right. I'll bend, [ tony says, turning around. he considers his next move. he has no real plan for the night. if he were alone, he'd putter around the shop, tinker with the ford engine, or play some xbox. if he weren't dating lina, he'd find a girl to spend the night with. but neither of those conditions are valued positive. tony doesn't want them to be, so he needs to make conversation. keep simba's interest. he ends up rolling with what comes to mind fastest: ] You know, you're actually the first guy I've let into my bed. [ ... well, he's not gonna backpedal. tony lies down perpendicular to simba and leans far back on his elbows like he might pull a chain and splash a bucket of water on himself, smiling boyishly.

it's effortless on his part, or unconscious, the way he displays his body. his belly is still rounded out a little from a lifestyle of easy luxury and less-than-stellar food choices, even after converting much of that to muscle (and plain weight loss) in the cave, but he's chipping away at the remaining body fat there. the rest of him is leaner. his muscles are filling out, growing more defined. ]

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[He just snorts at that as he glances up from his tablet.] Coulda had a better choice for your first time, then.

[The majority of his romance-related memories - and they're more like feelings than anything else, remembered sensations - involve rejection and disappointment. Even if he barely remembers being that scrawny runt, he still knows what it feels like. He still sees himself like that - and, muscles aside, it's not like he's much of a catch like this.]

[myheartglows]

Could've had worse, too, [ tony points out softly. after a moment, he turns onto his hip, toward simba, his supporting elbow and bicep touching simba's waist. ] So whatcha readin', Meow Mix?

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[The tip of his tail twitches and brushes against Tony's leg, the mildest of warnings. In truth, he gets the feeling that nicknames are affectionate for Tony.]

Trying to catch up on decades of history so I have some idea what you're talking about most of the time. [But he does get the silent hint and sets the tablet on the mattress.] Reading about the space race right now, and the rest of the Cold War.

[myheartglows]

[ with an unreadable glance at the tablet, tony says, ] Hn. Sounds like homework, [ and then rolls onto his knees next to simba's head. he leans over him on his hands, equal parts puppy begging to play and wolf closing in on its next meal. ] And all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, [ tony lectures wisely. ]

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[Oh, lord, he hasn't had any issue with his sex drive for decades, and it chooses now to come back? He hates his life a little bit right now, and he wonders if Tony knows what he's doing, or if he just does it unconsciously.]

You'd know all about playing, wouldn't you?

[He tips his head up to look at Tony, and the long whiskers of his eyebrows brush his face.]

With all those cars, [he adds blandly, the look on his face unreadable.]

[myheartglows]

[ tony holds his position even with simba looking up at him this close, smirking, a glint in his eyes. ] And parties, [ he agrees. after a breath longer, he sits back on his heels. the glint turns gleefully mischievous. ] And sex!

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[He huffs, one great gust of breath, enough to blow his whiskers slightly.]

You didn't have to add that last bit. I think it was a given.

[myheartglows]

[ smile smaller and kinder, tony pats simba on the shoulder. since the gion doesn't seem inclined to get up, tony scoots and swings his legs around until he's stretched out on his back parallel beside him. ] We can just skip to the pillow talk, I guess, [ he says, lifting his hips to smooth out and tug the towel back up. ] Don't hoard 'em. [ he reaches for a pillow next. ]

[gotup]

[He doesn't actually have a pillow either, so he reaches for one and rests his chin on it, catlike.]

Your pillow talk is probably all about the upgrades you want to make to your armor, [he teases Tony. Although it's not like he has much to offer in the way of conversation.]

[myheartglows]

[ tony stuffs his pillow folded beneath his head and his hands beneath it. when he stretches his back, it outlines the bottom of his rib cage. ] Better than your meat talk, [ he teases back. ]

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[He forgets what he was about to say when Tony stretches like that, and he just watches for a moment.]

Fine, what do you want to talk about?

[He wrinkles his nose and makes a face at Tony, the skin around his eyes creasing a little. The expression is more feline, like a relaxed and content cat.]

[myheartglows]

Hn, let's see... [ tony clicks his tongue, mentally skimming through topics, but it's hard to settle on one that'll interest them both or at least be understandable for simba. what's more, tony's attention is split by the fact that a giant lion-man is lazing in his bed, which blows most other topics out of the water. unable to help himself, he sneaks a look. ] Well, it's not talking, but I do wanna scratch you behind your ears, [ he admits. ] Would that be weird?

[gotup]

[It might be weird, or at least be a bad idea, but he's too damn touch-starved to care.]

As long as you don't think it's weird if I start purring when you do it.

[myheartglows]

[ smiling, tony twists onto his side and threads the fingers of his hand into simba's thick mane. ] Don't bite the hand that feeds you, [ he says. he finds the base of simba's ear and scratches there. ]

[gotup]

If I did that, then you'd be short a hand.

[Definitely a bad idea, he realizes when Tony starts scratching, but hopefully he won't have to get up anytime soon. Much like a giant cat, his eyes droop shut, and after a moment, a purr rumbles up from his chest.]