His breathing goes even shallower as he realizes the lace wasn't part of the dress at all, groaning softly as his free hand moves over the fabric, appreciating it and the woman underneath. "Of course I do," he replies instantly, easily. There are just some things you never forget. Slowly, with reverence, his fingers pull away from her slickness, Tony bringing his hand up and popping them into his mouth to try out her taste. But also so he can start to pull the dress off without making a mess, tugging it down as he presses his face into her shoulder, calling up the memory.

"I really thought your mom was gonna kill me," he says around a chuckle, even as the dress pools to the floor and he has to take a breath in just to hold it.