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Stephen curled into Tony, the exhaustion of the day slipping away as Tony pressed a kiss to his collarbone. “Long day?” Tony asked, looking up at Stephen.
“Yes,” Stephen agreed. “Better, now you’re here.”
Tony smiled up at him, soft and warm. It was impossible to miss how Tony watched him, sometimes, a surprised awe in his eyes. Stephen vacillated between a feeling of warmth in his chest that Tony considered Stephen’s love so worth it and a lingering worry that Tony still seemed so uncertain Stephen could really love him.
Stephen wasn’t entirely certain how to ease that worry, though.
He did love Tony, but how did he show that without coming off saccharine or insincere? Loving Tony was natural—how else could he have loved Tony and never realized?—he didn’t know how to prove it.
“Are you busy tomorrow night?” Stephen asked.
Tony hummed. “No plans.”
Stephen stole a kiss. “Let me spoil you,” he said. “Me, you… a little bit of magic.”
“Oooh,” Tony teased. “You and magic? How can I resist?”
Stephen snorted. “You never resist me,” he pointed out.
“Cocky.” Tony laughed. “I love it.”
“I love you,” Stephen promised. Someday, Tony’d believe it.