The tug in Tony's hair made him huff a short laugh against Pietro's mouth. Blindly, he shoved Pietro's clothes down to map the valley's of his hips by touch then circle his length in a loose fist, strokes stuttered an slow while he spread his fingers under Pietro's ear with the hand that travelled down his throat, massaging and tickling behind his jaw then up into his hair. "This what you were hoping for?" Tony asked, flashing a lopsided grin.