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The sharp dig of his elbows on his knees was ignored as Tony stared down into his glass. A dribble of whisky clung to the rim, and he tilted it back and forth in his hands, watching the ochre bead race across the glass. A splitting pop echoing in the stone fireplace caught his attention, the fire he’d built hours earlier was now a heap of ash and charred wood, struggling to survive.
He didn’t have the strength to fix it, welcoming the chill that crept in through the cracks of his cabin, tendrils of snow-frosted air licking at his skin. There were too many thoughts racing around inside his head, fears and realizations clawing and screaming to be heard.
Tony was exhausted, not in the deep ache of his bones way he usually got when he worked too long and forgot sleep, but his soul was tired, shattered and stretched beyond use. He’d always hated Christmas, too many bad memories were infused into the festive cheer. Even the blanketed white landscape outside and the expensive scotch warming his stomach couldn’t change his mind.
He didn’t turn his head at the creak in his floorboards, closing his eyes instead and taking a deep breath.
‘You know, don’t you?’
The words floated in the silence, the meaning of them swelling in the air, suffocating Tony. He didn’t need to answer, and the creature took his silence as a confirmation.
Tony wasn’t exactly sure when he’d discovered the secret, the pinpoint in time where he knew something was amiss. It was a gradual thing, tiny fragments of discrepancies in Stephen’s behavior that made him suspicious.
It’d all began after Stephen had gone off-world, or into another dimension, or wherever it was he went. That wasn’t unusual, that was part of his job, and Tony hadn’t given it any more thought other than the usual dread he got when Stephen left him behind. These…feelings were one-sided, he’d never received any indication that Stephen thought of him the same way.
Until he’d come back.
They were small indications, and initially Tony had thought they were figments of his desperate longing. A lingering look here and there, a touch that held onto him a fraction too long. The imposter had tipped his hand last week at the Avengers meeting. He’d stood up for Tony, growing furious after Steve had given his usual passive-aggressive dig at Tony’s plan of action. He hadn’t minded, it was part of the bantering back and forth he and Steve had, but Stephen…
Stephen had ripped Steve to ribbons with scathing words alone.
He always played the mediator, never got involved with any of Steve and Tony’s spats, refusing to take sides, unwavering in his belief that his main concern was the Masters of the Mystic Arts, Avengers squabbles be damned. It had hurt, of course it had, selfishly he’d wanted Stephen to take his side, for the eye rolls he gave in the meetings to turn into reactions on Tony’s behalf.
When it had, and after the initial surge of affection and hope, suspicion had begun to seep in. Tony had escaped the meeting, cut off all contact with Stephen and hidden here in his cabin, a secret to all but Pepper and Rhodey.
‘You’re not my Stephen Strange, are you?’
‘I’m still Stephen Strange…but I’m…not from this universe, no.’
Tony’s glass dropped on the couch beside him, the barbed pain of that admission making him press his lips together for a moment before he nodded. ‘Are you here to kill me?’ Tony got straight to the point. He was too old and too tired to beat around the bush about these things. It wouldn’t be the first time his feelings were twisted to try and hurt him, not the first time he’d been betrayed by someone he loved.
‘No!’
The dim light from the fire flickered wildly before it sputtered out, plunging them both into gloom. Tony still didn’t move from his perch on the couch, looking down at the blue glow of the arc reactor’s light shining over his legs, shimmering over his bare toes.
‘I’m sorry. It’s not my intention to scare you.’
The fire roared back into life, shadows skittering away from its light, hints of dark whispers oscillating through the air before they were snuffed out.
‘Did you kill Stephen? The one from my universe?’ Tony asked. The imposter didn’t come any closer, but he could feel the weight of his stare, could hear his Cloak swish across the floor, picking up on his master’s agitation.
‘No. It was too late to save him. It was his predetermined fate to die that day. Nothing could change that.’
It was a strange type of grief, a mangled, twisted thing. The man he loved was dead, but the man who’d been showing signs of reciprocating his feelings was still here. It was so many levels of messed up that Tony didn’t even know how to make sense of it.
‘Tony, nothing could’ve changed his fate…and even if I had rescued him, he wouldn’t have returned your feelings.’
He closed his eyes against the tears he could feel forming. He’d known that, he’d always known that. Tony had tried to be content with friendship, with working together, ignoring the fervent want for a deeper relationship, but no amount of wanting would’ve ever changed what he and Stephen had.
‘I know,’ he said, his voice hoarse.
He heard soft pattering footsteps across the floor and when he was able to open his eyes without the tears falling, he looked up to see Stephen staring down at him, his lips parted as if he too were in pain.
‘I couldn’t save the Tony in my universe either. Nothing I did…nothing I can do will bring him back…nothing… will make him love me.’ He was trying to make Tony understand, a truth in his voice that only Tony could understand, the pain in his words mirrored by the agony in his heart.
Loving someone who would never love you back.
‘I’m not your Tony Stark,’ he managed to croak out, the words painful on his lips.
‘I know, and I’m not your Stephen. But I am a Stephen that loves you, in any of your forms. I’m a man who traveled the universe looking for you, Tony.’ Stephen got to his knees on the floor, his Cloak floating away to give them privacy.
‘I just happened to be the first one you found. If there are countless universes, there will be countless Tony Stark’s that will love you.’ Tony averted his gaze to the ceiling, feeling that same exhaustion from earlier. A weight settled on the couch beside him, a gentle, steady hand on his face encouraging it back down.
Even his eyes were the damn same.
‘No, I looked at countless universes and there is not a Tony Stark quite like you,’ Stephen told him, his voice husky. Now that he’d been found out, there was no tremble in his hands, no uncertainty about touching him, unlike the distance he was used to between them. ‘You have the arrogance and the confidence of the man I loved and lost, but you are unique. You’ve been hurt, betrayed, you became a hero. I came here because I loved a version of you, I stayed because I fell in love with you.’
Tony wanted to believe him, craved just a sliver of happiness.
‘Aren’t we betraying the ones we loved?’ he asked.
‘They never would’ve loved us in return,’ Stephen whispered, the pain Tony was feeling reflected in his expression, a kindred spirit reaching out to him.
‘You’re not my Stephen,’ Tony argued weakly, knowing his resolve was crumbling as he leant into the touch on his face.
‘No, but I want to be. Everything about me is the same. I lost my sister, and that’s why I became a surgeon.’
His Stephen hadn’t told him that. Tony had found out about it on his own during one of his background searches, but he’d never offered the information freely, not like the man sat beside him on the couch was.
Stephen shuffled closer to him on the couch, dropping his hand from his face to rest carefully on the back of Tony’s. ‘I still went to Columbia University, I’ve lost both my parents…’ he trailed off as Tony lifted his other hand to tap on the back of his, indicating the lack of scars.
‘This is one fundamental difference. You became the man you are because of your accident, you lost everything important to you. That loss made him the Stephen I fell in love with.’
‘I didn’t lose my hands, or my career. I lost something far more precious. I lost my Tony Stark. I lost the person I loved, and I can’t bring him back, and even if I could he’ll never love me, not like that. That made me reevaluate my life, made me seek out Kamar-Taj.’
‘That feels like less than noble reasons. Stephen Strange became a defender of Earth-’
‘He did it to fix his hands, not because he wanted to save anyone,’ Stephen hissed, his eyes glowing for a moment before he regain control. ‘I will defend this universe because you are in it. I won’t allow anyone or anything to hurt you, never again. I’ve seen what this world has put you through. I’m not going to lose you again,’ he swore, flipping his hand over so their palms could touch.
Tony didn’t move, didn’t entwine their fingers. He looked down at their hands resting together, trying to hide the effect of those words, an affirmation that he was loved, cared for.
‘And…if I asked you to stop? If I don’t want to see you again?’
‘Then I will leave. I will continue to protect you, until the end of your natural life, but I will not bother you. It is enough to know you are alive, that some part of you loves a version of me.’
‘It’s more than a part. Man, this is so messed up,’ Tony sighed out, allowing his fingers to slip between Stephen’s, his touch careful at first before he remembered he didn’t need to be.
‘Who cares?’ Stephen said, his tone venomous, his grip becoming tight.
‘Show me who you are, the real you,’ Tony challenged, meeting his gaze head on.
Closing his eyes, Stephen didn’t drop his hand, but his form wavered, a point of light appearing on his forehead for a split second. The air around them became arctic, tinged with a crackling energy that made Tony’s hair stand on edge, shadows of monsters appearing on the cabin wall behind Stephen.
‘What did you do?’ Tony asked, trying not to recoil as they all disappeared, leaving behind a sallow version of the man, his skin gaunt, cheekbones knife sharp and intense purple smudges beneath his eyes.
‘Everything and anything I had to so I could find you. It took me centuries to find you, centuries to absorb enough creatures to have the strength to. Tony, I would destroy the world to find you.’
That Tony understood, the single-minded determination to keep the ones he loved safe. What was he capable of if he lost someone he loved? If he lost Pepper or Rhodey? Worst things than breaking the universe to bring them back.
‘Doesn’t that hurt?’ Tony asked, seeing the residual glow lingering in his eyes and mouth.
‘Pain is an old friend,’ Stephen said, and it was that, more than anything else that made Tony see the glimmer of his Stephen. That was something he’d always said regarding his hands and the aftermath of battle.
‘I won’t hurt you, I’m in control of them,’ Stephen promised again, mistaking Tony’s silence and gaze on the cabin wall.
Tony wrenched his hand free, getting up onto his knees and ignoring Stephen’s splutter of panic. Driven by delusion, heartbreak, consuming desperation, he swung one leg over Stephen’s lap, tugging him in for a kiss by his hair. He’d wanted this for months, nearly years, ever since they’d won the battle against Thanos. Stephen’s kiss was fierce, his hands clutching Tony’s back as he tugged him closer, the ferocity of his grip making him feel lightheaded.
This kiss was more than their desire for each other. It was longing, pain, suffering, grief coalescing with the fervent want, the desperation to finally be with the person they loved.
Stephen’s tongue was hot in his mouth and Tony didn’t shy away, feeling the sparks of magic stroke across his own tongue as he sucked on it, wanting to be consumed by this Stephen’s lust for him, frantic in his yearning to feel the real thing rather than wondering and imagining.
Dimly, he heard the coffee table behind him screeching out of the way, and he broke away from where he was trying to convey everything he wanted with only his mouth and the strength of his kisses. Stephen suddenly stood, lifting Tony like he weighed nothing, still kissing him even as he walked, breathless from their kisses but not the strength it took to move Tony.
He wasn’t sure what the noise was that escaped him as Stephen laid him down on the rug in front of his fire, it wasn’t a whimper, or a moan, nearer to a sound of distress before Stephen knelt over him, gaze flickering over his body.
‘You…want this?’ it was phrased like a question, but Tony could hear the disbelief.
Tony lifted his arms, offering himself, his love, his affection, watching the amber light of the fire shining over Stephen’s face, the elongated shadows on the wall no longer making him uncomfortable.
He’d grown used to Stephen being unusual, seeing things differently, the magic he wove with his fingertips. He’d known the Stephen in this universe hadn’t shared everything with him, they weren’t close enough for that, but this Stephen was willing to share everything with him.
Tony did moan then as Stephen covered his body with his own, settling between his open legs as they kissed, panting into each other’s mouths when the need for air burned their lungs, their fingers trailing over each other in incredulity, wanting to believe that this was real.
‘Show me,’ Tony begged, capturing Stephen’s bottom lip between his teeth and biting.
Stephen hissed and bucked his hips, reciprocating the bite with one of his own. ‘Show you what?’
‘I want to see you, all of you,’ Tony’s knees lifted so they could trap Stephen’s hips, his fingers plucking at the robes.
‘Tony,’ Stephen groaned, and he could see the indecision in his eyes, the fear bleeding around the edges, the crackling noise of things just beyond his understanding.
‘You always hid away from me, things you thought I couldn’t comprehend, things you wouldn’t share with me. We all have a darkness inside us. Shames, scars, regrets, you just can’t see mine.’
‘Yes, I can,’ Stephen mumbled into his mouth, kissing him again. ‘It might not be visible, but I can see the shame haunting your eyes, the scars hindering your movements, the way you flinch, the way you hug your left arm to yourself.’ Making a gesture with his hand, both their clothes evaporated, and Tony let out a long, luxurious moan of all the delicious skin he could suddenly feel, stretching his body out so he could relish in the friction of their naked forms.
Taking a breath, he took a moment to appreciate the man above him. He couldn’t see any difference in the two Stephen’s muscle build, but he didn’t want to focus on that, didn’t want to compare them. Instead, he looked at the man above him, the same raw hurt etched on his features, their souls calling to each other as they looked down at each other.
‘Did it hurt you too?’ Tony asked, reaching up to grip Stephen’s shoulders, clutching him close, afraid to lose him again.
‘Losing him? It broke me, destroyed something deep inside my soul, but I was already broken, pining after something I wanted, something I craved,’ Stephen whispered, turning his head so he could kiss the inside of his wrist, his tongue darting out to trace Tony’s pulse. ‘I look at you now, bare before me, wanting me, and I want to pin you down…make it so you can never escape me again.’
‘Then do it.’
‘Tony,’ Stephen moaned, the edge of his teeth nipping his wrist as his hips ground down, their cocks rubbing together.
‘Tie me up, tie me down, I don’t care. Tie me to you.’
He trusted the man above him, just as broken as he was, but maybe, just maybe they could place all their fragments side by side, a mosaic borne of pain and suffering, loss and longing cementing them together to create a new relationship.
Tentacles slid free from Stephen’s back, the shimmering feel of their energy brushing against Tony’s fingers still clutching his shoulder blades.
‘You aren’t afraid? Disgusted?’
‘You promised me you weren’t going to hurt me,’ Tony said in response, watching the writhing appendages in fascination.
‘I don’t deserve you,’ Stephen breathed out, leaning down to kiss him again.
‘I think we deserve each other,’ Tony argued, squeezing his knees on Stephen’s hips.
He broke off the kiss as he felt something coil around his arm. A slick, obsidian tentacle was wrapped around his wrist. It wasn’t slimy, or rubbery it felt warm, soft like velvet, testing its strength against the bones on his wrist before it held him to the floor.
‘You won’t hurt me, Stephen,’ Tony said in reassurance, flexing his strength against the restraint.
He could see it then, the balm his words had on past hurts, the healing effect they had as Stephen shuddered, the tentacle around his wrist pulsating once before the tip of it stretched into his palm, holding his hand.
‘Please, I couldn’t bear to hurt you, and it’s…. it’s-’
‘Stephen,’ Tony interrupted, knowing how he was struggling with the words, the impulsive, dark, desire to hold him close mingling with the overwhelming urge to possess now that something he wanted was in his grasp.
‘If I need you to stop, I’ll say the word red, alright? That means you stop, no questions asked,’ Tony reassured, wriggling as tendrils trailed over the skin, delicately stroking his chest as if it were smelling him, leaving little tingles behind as it touched his arc reactor.
‘You can trust me,’ Stephen assured, a gleam in his eye serving as a warning before the tentacles struck out at once, pinning Tony down to the floor by his hands and feet, holding him captive against the rug.
The sudden movement was disorienting and intoxicating at the same time, Tony gasping against the sensation of Stephen still hovering above him, a sexy and sinister smile stretched across his lips as he stared down at Tony.
‘You’re all mine, sweetheart,’ he purred. The air squeezed out from his lungs as Stephen leant down, lips teasing over his neck, small, barely felt kisses that teased at a hint of teeth, Stephen growing bolder as Tony writhed at the sensation, tugging at the grips on his hand.
They didn’t move.
Stephen paused for the briefest of seconds, his blue eyes glowing as deep as the amber embers of the fireplace as he glanced up at Tony, checking.
‘That feels…really good,’ Tony begged shamelessly, arching his neck back, trying to tempt Stephen into continuing. Chuckling, Stephen moved down, trailing his tongue over Tony’s collarbones, something coiling up his calves to wrap around his thighs, encouraging his legs to stretch open wider, his body displayed obscenely. An inhuman noise akin to a growl rumbled in Stephen’s chest, the vibrations reverberating through him, settling in Tony’s bones, every inch of him saturated in want.
Despite the strength of the grip in which he was held captive, Stephen left delicate kisses on the destroyed skin covering his chest, blowing over the spit wet skin left behind by his lips, coaxing goosebumps to the surface. Stephen spent a few moments like this, mapping out his skin with his mouth as he explored, committing him all to memory, Tony powerless and pinned against the onslaught. Stephen ground down against his cock, sending a burning thrill lurching down to warm his stomach, the pressure building from all the sensations.
His moans were wanton, shameless as he tried to stretch up, needing to feel more of it, wanting to chase the feelings, but the tentacles held him tight.
‘Stephen,’ he begged, hitting the back of his head against the rug, feeling the fibers of material chafe his back.
‘Mmm?’ Stephen made a questioning noise, his mouth now latched around a nipple as Tony felt tentacles snake up his legs, teasing at the crease between groin and thigh.
‘Please,’ Tony panted out, the heat of the fire making him sweat, Stephen’s dexterous fingers catching in it and smearing it across his skin.
‘I’ve waited…eons for this, I’m not going to rush this now.’ He lifted himself away from Tony’s body, his dark chuckle making his cock twitch, the hardness now painful. Taking mercy, or prolonging his agony, a tentacle wrapped around the base of Tony’s cock, making him cry out at the force strangling his orgasm.
‘Fuck,’ Tony hissed trying to thrust up, glaring when he still couldn’t move.
Stephen sat up, the fire casting shadows over his skin, the firelight glinting gold in his hair as he watched Tony try to writhe, his gaze darting everywhere, uncertain if it should be on his face or on his cock.
‘You’re beautiful like this, spread out and waiting for my touch, your body begging for it, begging for me.’
Tony drowned in the naked want in Stephen’s eye, desire searing inside him, a spark annihilating any misgivings or fears as he felt himself respond to it. He put on a show, moaning and gasping, biting his bottom lip as he locked gazes. He’d wanted to see this for so long, had wanted Stephen to look at him with love, to find him desirable.
Stephen’s gaze was bright as he watched his tentacles caress Tony’s skin, the appendage wrapped around his cock pulsing, the sensation feeling like a heartbeat, the tip of it flicking against his slit. He closed his eyes to the feeling, the silky warmth of velvet, the way it could squeeze different parts of his cock at once, drawing a ragged, wrecked breath.
His eyes flew open and rolled back in his head as one breeched his body, that sinful laugh of Stephen’s enflaming the feeling, his skin on fire, his body and soul feeling like it was combusting from the inside out.
‘That feel good, sweetheart?’ Stephen asked, still not touching him, only watching as Tony was fucked before him.
It was different than if he played with a toy, the cold, synthetic feel of plastic inside his body as he stroked his cock was nothing compared to this. He needed to create fantasies in his mind as he imagined his ass clenched around flesh and blood, and even with his intellect he’d never been able to construct something as erotic as this.
The tentacles were alive, alien extensions of the man he loved, twitching and writhing across his skin in obvious delight, one plunging in and out of his body, the relentless thrusts making him whine as he tried to push back against it. The one wrapped around his cock knowing when to squeeze and when to tug and with what strength. But it was the warm body on top of him that pinned him down more than the tentacles holding him.
Stephen’s scorching mouth wouldn’t let him breathe, his tongue plundering his mouth over and over, panting hot breaths over his lips when they needed to breathe, Stephen just as affected by what was happening despite it only happening to Tony.
‘Tony,’ he moaned against his lips, rubbing himself against his stomach, painting the skin there with his precome, gasping into his neck. Tony couldn’t do much but arch in encouragement, trying to recapture Stephen’s mouth.
‘Stephen…’ he tried to warn, feeling his toes curl into the rug, his fingers flexing in the tentacles grasp. He wanted it to end, wanted to come while Stephen was over him, for him to see what he looked like in rapture, but at the same time, he never wanted it to end, wanted to be connected to Stephen forever.
‘Let go for me, Tony,’ Stephen murmured against his ear, his teeth scraping across the taut skin of his throat.
‘I…please,’ he pleaded, not sure what he was asking for, wanting to cry and reach out.
‘I’m here, I’m yours,’ Stephen reassured.
It was too much and just enough at the same time, the drag of the tentacle inside him and the unrelenting stroking of his prostate, the engulfing warmth on his cock, the way he was held securely, tied to the man he’d longed for. His orgasm whipped through him, and he yelled into Stephen’s mouth as his chest smacked into his, pleasure wiping his mind clear, leaving nothing but boneless ecstasy.
Stephen gave him enough time to catch his breath before he flipped him over, his hands still captured by the tentacles, holding them against the floor, his arms over his head, stretching him out on a long line, his weight on his wrists and his knees.
He could feel hands on his chest, splaying over his ribs for a moment in concentration, making sure he was comfortable after all of his injuries to his chest. The little consideration made Tony hook his foot over Stephen’s, rubbing in reassurance.
‘I’m never going to allow anything to hurt you again, not even by me accidently,’ Stephen swore, the tentacles still holding onto his body clenching in reassurance as if they too would keep him safe. He was the savior of the universe, had fought more battles than he could count to keep Earth safe, but Stephen’s words, the promise to care meandered down into his chest, setting up roots in his heart.
A thumb swept across his stretched out hole, teasing inside with a drawn-out moan, the hand holding his ass digging into the meat before Stephen pressed his cock inside, taking his time and allowing Tony to feel every inch of him. The stretch burned, but in a pleasurable way, reminding him that this wasn’t his imagination. When Stephen’s hips were flush against his ass, he groaned, flexing his hands, his elbows scraping across the rug. Hands immediately tried to support his weight from his hips, tentacles crisscrossing his chest to hold the rest.
Lips caressed the back of his neck as Stephen withdrew gently, Tony’s body clenching around him as he tried to hold him captive just as he himself was, swearing in disapproval as just the tip of a cock was left stretching him open.
This was a different type of torture. It was an agonizing sweetness, a sharp contrast to the demanding man watching him as he fell apart. He savored Tony’s body, wringing out all sensation and feelings, committing it all to memory as he dismantled him, leaving him exposed and vulnerable.
‘Please,’ he asked, feeling friction burn streak across his forehead as he ground it against the rub, squeezing his muscles around the head of Stephen’s cock.
‘I’ve imagined this for far too long to rush it now,’ Stephen told him, inching himself back into Tony’s body with that infinitesimal pressure, leaning forward to lay against the curve of Tony’s spine, tongue darting out to lap the sweat staining each vertebrate.
He was powerless to the slow, building pressure igniting in his gut, held prone and helpless to Stephen’s tender touch, his thrusts inside his body never stopping. Despite already experiencing a mind-shattering orgasm, Tony could feel his cock growing hard, the warmth low in his stomach spreading out over his body, engulfing him in languid pleasure.
‘You’re beautiful like this,’ Stephen whispered, his fingers trailing over his ribs and across his stomach, encircling his cock in a teasing stroke. ‘Giving yourself up to me, trusting me, loving me.’ His hips snapped harder at the last word and Tony cried out, trying to move backwards, to encourage Stephen to move faster, harder.
‘I’ve wanted you for so long,’ Stephen choked out, slowing his thrusts, ignoring Tony’s dismayed plea. With the limited stimulation, Tony felt some of the bliss subside, his mind clearing as the thrusts turned into a gentle rocking, Stephen’s words trickling into his mind, creating meaning.
This wasn’t for him. This was for the one who came before.
The Tony this Stephen loved.
‘No. Come back to me, Tony.’ All movement stopped, and a hand cradled Tony’s jaw, encouraging him to look back over his shoulder, the tentacles shifting to push him up onto his hands instead of his elbows. Stephen was flushed, his eyes gleaming in the glow of the fire, the blush on his cheeks stretching all the way down to the hollow of his throat.
‘It’s you I’m with, you I love,’ Stephen promised, making Tony flinch with the vehemence in his tone, the darkness dappling over his skin for a moment. Closing his eyes and gritting his teeth, Stephen rearranged them so Tony was on his back against the rug, all the tentacles disappearing into the air, leaving just the two of them.
Lifting Tony’s legs so they draped over his hips, he pushed back into his body, capturing his gasp with his mouth, one hand holding Tony’s leg steady, the other weaving its fingers into the hair at the back of his head, supporting him so the crown of his head rested in Stephen’s palm.
Neither of them moved, and Tony couldn’t open his eyes, terrified of what he would see.
‘Look at me, sweetheart…please.’
Steeling himself, Tony opened his eyes, startled to see Stephen so close.
‘I’m here with you, no one else, no other versions of yourself, not the Tony from my universe. I’m here with you,’ Stephen whispered, reaching down to kiss him. He squeezed his eyes shut in response, trying to hide from both himself and Stephen, terrified of his feelings, his weakness.
Rough lips kissed the tears seeping out from his clenched eyelids. Wrapping his arms around Stephen’s neck, he thrust his hips up greedily, possessed by the need to come again.
The tenderness of Stephen’s movements, the careful thrust of his hips, the reverent kisses on his lips spoke of another type of confinement. He’d already seen his tentacles wrapped across Tony’s skin, watched as he’d been held captive to his pleasure, and now he tied Tony to him with his gentle and sweet moments. The love in his touch, his adoration forced a different kind of surrender from him.
‘I’m close,’ he mumbled against Tony’s lips, his chest heaving with pants, the hand in his hair smoothing down to wrap around the side of his neck, still cradling him close.
‘Come inside me,’ Tony pleaded, coaxing Stephen down for another kiss, tangling their tongues, shuddering against the guttural moan he could hear deep in Stephen’s throat. Stephen’s hips stuttered out of his careful rhythm, lost to his carnal urges and Tony held him through it, his tongue still sweeping the inside of his mouth, encouraging him to take what he wanted.
Stephen came with a strangled cry, dropping his grip on Tony’s thigh so his hand could slam palm down on the floor beside Tony’s ribs, barely keeping himself upright as he struggled against the force of his orgasm. Tugging him down, Tony wanted to feel the weight of Stephen covering him, needed the reassurance that he was there, that he wasn’t going to disappear on him.
‘Did you…’ Stephen huffed into his chest, lifting himself up to look down at him, his face etched with exhaustion, softness touching his features.
‘No, but it doesn’t matter, I can-’ he yelped as Stephen’s hand grabbed hold of his cock, giving it a few purposeful strokes.
‘It does matter. Let me see you come again, let me see you come while I’m still inside you, knowing it’s through my touch alone,’ Stephen insisted.
‘Demanding, aren’t you?’ Tony tried to quip, his voice wrecked as Stephen manipulated his body, already so close.
‘Very, you better deal with it,’ Stephen told him with a grin, pulling out of Tony’s body and letting go of his cock. He shoved Tony’s thighs back, planting his feet flat on the floor and whistling in wonderment. Two slender fingers replaced Stephen’s cock, merciless inside him until they found the spot that made fire streak up Tony’s spine, reducing him into a babbling mess, his head flinging back as he chased his release.
‘That’s it, sweetheart, let me see you.’ Stephen encouraged, his fingers ruthless as they teased and rubbed over the bundle of nerves, wrenching Tony’s pleasure along, his body helpless to the onslaught.
‘Stephen,’ he gasped, devastated by the intense pleasure, everything that had happened, a slight tinge of fear threading through.
‘It’s alright, I’m here, I’ve got you,’ Stephen reassured, gripping his knee to give Tony an anchoring point.
He ripped some of the fabric out of the rug he was laying on with the force of his orgasm, shamelessly thrusting his hips towards Stephen as he rode the high, the man tugging out every piece of his pleasure, only stopping when pleasure began to toe the line of pain, withdrawing his fingers and letting Tony’s legs slide, fatigued, to the floor.
Tony drifted onto his side, feeling the warmth of the fire on his face, the cool air on his back, his body shivering at the juxtaposition of temperature, unable to muster the strength to do anything about it. He floated in a blissed-out state, his body in a liquefied state, his overactive brain silenced for the first time in decades.
He came to a little as he felt a drag of wet cloth over his body, and he hissed at the probing sting in his ass, ignoring the apologetic kiss placed onto his hip.
Stephen was methodical in his cleaning before he carefully rolled Tony onto his back, checking his wrists and ankles, muttering to himself.
‘I’m okay,’ Tony slurred out, wanting to sleep.
‘You’re okay when I say you are,’ Stephen mumbled back, still prodding his body, warmth seeping into his skin from his fingertips. He wanted to say something, there were so many things he needed to say, but no words would form on his tongue. A warm body slotted behind his, hands manipulating his lax limbs into moving, his head pillowed on a firm chest.
So many things he needed to say, but he forgot them all with the sound of a heartbeat beneath his ear, strong arms wrapping around him and a promise in the air.
‘I love you, Tony. I’m not letting you escape me again.’
He had no objections to that.
The End
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