[ when his hands lift to the dual buckles of his waist cincher to obey, tony tries to stop them, but agony explodes throughout his body like his muscles are ripping themselves apart. he lasts only a few seconds before he breaks into pained panting and releases the effort. unhindered, his hands smoothly unbuckle the waist cincher and drop it to the floor. ]
What's happening to me? [ he whispers, eyes glassy. his hands peel the black leather shirt up and off over his head. he doesn't understand it. it doesn't make sense. it's his body. ]
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What's happening to me? [ he whispers, eyes glassy. his hands peel the black leather shirt up and off over his head. he doesn't understand it. it doesn't make sense. it's his body. ]