"Hmm, not just yet," he said, ticking his finger in the air. "You see...you're a very bad girl, secretly orchestrating all of this. Don't deny it, because I know you well enough to know this was pretty much the reason for him coming here." Tony didn't even appear to be miffed about this in the least. In fact, he had a very Cheshire like grin on his face. Then he motioned to Kirk, who started to move to sit beside Rena on the couch. Tony did the same, and the two of them almost mirrored each other, one on each side of her.
Before she knew it, the two of them had leaned into her so close, practically sandwiching her between them, their mouths right next to her ears as they said in unison in that deep Irish accented whisper, "I've been a bad, bad, boy. Punish me." Then Tony started to bite at the side of her neck whereas Kirk leaned to run a hand up her stomach and over her breasts.