"Pillow talk, sure. But I'm not beautiful, Tony." Not in the slightest. He wasn't bad looking, but 'beauty' wasn't a word for him at all. Though the details of why that was important left his mind pretty damn fast when Tony pulled out of him. He bit back a wince and at least managed to shift himself enough to let his friend pull his arm free with a muttered apology.

Then he just slumped back down onto the bed and decided that no, he wasn't moving. Not risking it until he knew he could do it without embarrassing himself.