Tony wiggles and squirms against him slightly, as a way to get more contact with him. When they break again, Tony's cheek's are a lot pinker and he tries to angle his hops away.

"Well."

He lingers on the vowel.

"If we want to keep doing it... I... Might need five minutes."

Because in the end, Tony's a 14 year old boy smothered with hormones and he's just had the crap kissed out of him, so he was a little more excitable than he intended to be.