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"You promised," Tony says, attempting—unsuccessfully—to cover his grin with a pout.
Stephen narrows his eyes at the gaudy Iron Man pajamas that Tony is holding up. "I did not," he says.
"You did."
"When?"
"Last night, while we were watching TV."
Stephen thinks back. He'd been stretched out on the couch, his feet in Tony's lap. The TV had been on, but Stephen doesn't remember much more. Well, not much more than the gentle stroke of Tony's hand over his calves and ankles and the arches of his feet. He blushes as he realizes what happened.
Tony's grin breaks free, triumphant now. He shakes the pajamas. "You promised you'd wear them."
Stephen crosses his arms. "I refuse."
Draping the pajamas over his arm, Tony rests both hands on Stephen shoulders. "Come on," he wheedles. "The material is nice, I promise."
Stephen opens his mouth to refuse again, and that's when Tony's thumbs sweep up to gently stroke the sides of his neck. "I—"
"Please?" Tony brings his fingers into play, lightly massaging.
Stephen's eyes close without him entirely willing it. "You are evil."
Tony laughs, clearly hearing that as the surrender it is. "Only to you," he promises.