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Tony hammers on Stephen’s bedroom door. “We’re going to be late! Come on!” It’s only an Avengers meeting, but Stephen is never late, and that’s only more true when he’s offered to portal Tony over with him.
“Go ahead,” Stephen calls through the door. “I’ll just be a few minutes.”
Tony frowns. If it was only going to take a few minutes, it’d be faster for Tony to wait. “Is something wrong?”
“No! I’m fine!”
“You don’t sound fine.” Tony puts his hand on the doorknob
“Don’t come in!” Stephen shouts, but it’s too late, Tony’s already through the doorway. Catching sight of Stephen, he comes to an abrupt half and stares.
Stephen is not in his robes. He’s not naked, either. He’s wearing a black bodysuit so tight that Tony can see the contours of his muscles. And. A few other things. Tony can’t help it, he’s staring at Stephen’s groin, where the dark, matte material is doing absolutely nothing to conceal the curve of Stephen’s cock. It’s a nice length, Tony thinks faintly. A little thicker than he imagined, though.
“Please tell me,” Stephen says with defeat, “how anyone wears suits like this without looking obscene.”
Tony drags his gaze up to Stephen’s face, which is blazing red. It takes him a second to work up the ability to speak. “Dance belt,” he says eventually. “You wear a dance belt to keep things supported and, uh… concealed.”
“Right. Thank you. I’m going to change into my old robes now.” Stephen’s face is not any less red.
For a moment they just stand there. Then Tony blinks. “Right. I’ll wait. Outside.”
After the door closes behind him, Tony leans back against it and lets out a long, uneven breath.
He’s not going to forget that sight any time soon.