Monte's breath hitched when Tony's hand touched his own. He'd been so caught up in what he'd been doing that Tony's touch had made him feel odd and warm. So warm that it sunk to his lower regions and in his stomach. He let his hand be placed in his own lap and then looked at Tony who hadn't even given him a glance. "So...was that bad enough to be punished?" He asked, his face looking mischievous and slightly impish. He wondered what he could do to affect Tony. He had one idea that didn't even involve touching him at all. Monte threw his head back and arched, squirming and writhing around a bit. "Unnnhh...Tony..." He whined, softly and sensually. He sped his breath up to a light pant and then moaned a little more. "Please.." He begged, allowing the word to come out throatily and pleading. "I need you..." He cried out, trying his hardest not to laugh.