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"Y'know." Tony flopped back onto the satin sheets, then ceased all movement. "I think by this point most normal people would call this a relationship."
Norman crouched at his side, glaring down at the man. Sometimes it was like the media was right about their rivalry. They'd never hear the end of it if anyone knew. "Shut up, Stark."
Tony smiled cheekily. His hair, which was perfect ten minutes ago, had become a tousled mess. "Make me, Osborn."
"Only if it'll wipe that irritating grin off your face." Tony just smiled wider as Norman leaned down and kissed him again.