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Tony looks up from his StarkPad at the sound of sizzling magic and the sight of orange sparks from his peripheral. He would’ve greeted his boyfriend with a snarky smile and charming wink if it weren’t for the sorcerer’s appearance. Shoulders sagged, circles forming under his eyes, his hair unusually tousled.. Tony settles for a soft approach.
“Hey, Doc, how was sorcery-ing?” He asks with a subtle smile, his only response a grumble.
The sorcerer stalks over to the couch Tony was lounging on and plops down onto his lap. Stephen buries his face into the crook of Tony’s neck and sighs (Tony wasn’t sure if it was in contentment or frustration – honestly, both would make sense). “Not great, I take it?” He continues. The slight feeling of Stephen shaking his head in Tony’s neck is evident enough.
“Today was absolute shit,” Stephen says against the genius’s neck. “There were some rogue sorcerers trying to take the cloak away from me for some bizarre reason.”
"Where is it now?"
"At the sanctum with Wong. It's fine, just a little beat up."
Sensing his boyfriend’s irritation, Tony lifted his hand to card through Stephen’s dishevelled hair, wincing whenever his fingers got stuck in tight knots.
Tony knows Stephen’s job is way too exhausting for the man and he knows he really doesn’t have anything to do with it, but he always finds a way to beat himself up over his boyfriend’s exhaustion after long nights of seemingly endless fights with interdimensional beings.
It was moments like this where he wished he wasn’t even the slightest bit hard.
Unfortunately, Stephen seemed to notice. Well, after a few moments of exchanged silence the sorcerer untucked his head from the spot in Tony’s neck and stared at him with dead-shot eyes and a red face.
Maybe he noticed.
“T-Tony..” Stephen stuttered out after some more now-uncomfortable silence, the flush in his face spreading to the tips of his ears.
He noticed.
Tony watched the man shift uncomfortably in his lap, trying to find a way to sit without feeling Tony’s now raging boner under him (or he was trying to get off of his lap – who knows?)
He definitely noticed.
“I..” Tony hesitates. “I can explain.”
More silence.
Tony takes that as an invitation to continue on – continue on with what? He has no excuse – and swallows. “I was uhm.. w-well.. before you came hom-” he was cut off by a pair of hungry lips on his. Stephen Vincent Strange was one of the only people he knew who could take him by surprise. And when he did, it always brought a flush to his cheeks.
Tony was kissing back with utmost raw desire as Stephen caged his face in his hands. Tony placed his hands on the sorcerer’s hips, inching closer until he grasped Stephen’s ass, the other man moaning into his mouth desperately.
Eventually, they both pulled away for some air, breaths hot on each other's faces and Stephen straddling the billionaire’s hips. “Let me take care of you, baby. Don’t worry.” Not giving Stephen much of a choice, Tony gestured for his boyfriend to stand up, his lips back on Stephen’s once done.
They both stumble into the nearest guest bedroom – apparently Tony can afford at least twenty of them in his penthouse because of course he can – and Tony pushes the other man on his back onto the king sized bed, crawling on top of him. Stephen whines when Tony’s lips leave his but it’s quickly replaced with a moan when Tony retreats to kissing and biting his neck.
Tony works his way down the sorcerer’s neck, leaving beautiful marks and licking them after. He fumbles with the sorcerer’s impossible robes and said sorcerer chuckled in amusement at the frustration radiating from the man. With a flick of the wrist, both of their clothes are nowhere to be seen, leaving the sight of Stephen’s gorgeous body to Tony’s and Tony’s eyes alone. The genius hums in astonishment. “That’s handy.”
“You have no idea.”
Oh, and it is. Tony will have to take advantage of this little magic trick later. But for now, he has one task at hand; make his boyfriend feel good. Tony’s eyes dart down to Stephen's drooling cock and takes it in hand, using his precome as lube as his hand slides up and down his shaft. Stephen’s not that thick but definitely long. Another thing Tony needs to take advantage of later.
Stephen whimpers breathily from under him and the sound sends waves of electricity throughout his body. Tony knows not to spoil the sorcerer too much and pulls his hand away, only to bring his fingers to Stephen’s mouth.
“Suck,” he demands, and Stephen obliges, taking the calloused digits into his mouth and lapping on them happily. Tony presses his fingers playfully on the far back of his tongue and Stephen gags. A gorgeous sound only Tony gets to hear.
He takes his fingers out of his boyfriend’s mouth and moves them to Stephen’s hole, not yet pushing in but circling the rim. Stephen whines, really not able to take any teasing and Tony seems to notice that, pushing in a finger without any warning, causing the man under him to gasp. When Tony starts to thrust his fingers in, adding one after the other, Stephen meets him halfway, fucking himself on his fingers.
It’s truly fucking hot.
Tony groans and stretches the sorcerer wide before pulling his fingers out and brings them to his lips, licking them suggestively and making sure Stephen watches. He bring Stephen's legs to his sides and Stephen automatically wraps his legs around Tony’s waist. He feels the head of Tony’s cock push against his hole and he whimpers needily. He keens when Tony thrusts all the way in in one swift movement, his greedy hole swallowing up to the base of his cock.
Tony is merciless when he fucks Stephen with increasing speed, each snap of his hips edging Stephen ever so closer to his orgasm. He continues thrusting hard as he leans down and kisses the sorcerer sloppily and with desperation, Stephen’s cock rubbing between both of their stomachs. "That's it baby.. you're doing so well," Tony praises against Stephen's lips before kissing him again.
The sweet noises his boyfriend is making are like a fucking symphony. Music to his ears. Tony breaks the kiss and takes Stephen’s length in hand again, stroking it in time with his thrusts. Soon after, the sorcerer’s vision goes white as he comes onto his stomach and chest with Tony fucking him through his orgasm. Tony’s movements also stutter as he spills his seed into Stephen’s hole.
Tony collapses onto the bed beside his boyfriend, his cock still buried inside of him acting as a plug when he pulls Stephen by the waist to cuddle him from behind. It’s ironic how the taller person in this relationship likes to be the little spoon.
“Feel any better?” Tony asks after a moment of comfortable quiet.
Stephen hums in a way of saying ‘yes’ and snuggles back against Tony, sighing in contentment at the feeling of still being full. “Go to sleep, baby. I’ll be here when you wake up,” the genius spoke, as soft as ever, voice laced with adoration.
It’s not long before Stephen eventually falls into a much needed deep sleep, the only sounds breaking the silence the both of their synchronized breaths and heartbeats intertwined. Tony’s glad he can do this for Stephen. Glad he can be there for his beloved.
They both know nothing can last forever, but all they can do is focus on the present. Warm, in each other’s arms.