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[ Better. Better, laughter and language bringing all this back down to earth. Tony is himself, no matter the madness that grips them both now, and Stephen huffs a breath of answering laughter over incoming lips as he's kissed again. If he was going to stop this he should have done it before it started - he didn't, and he won't, and before Tony tips back to get the space to speak again Stephen resolves not to think about it any more. ]

It's weird, [ he concedes, words swollen with a glut of feeling honed over too many million encounters with the same borrowed time.

It's weird when his palm presses soft over Tony's stomach, angling his fingers down to line himself up as he sinks them low, wrist pushing at fabric, making way for contact with hot skin. It's weird when he tips in to mouth a barely-there kiss against the corner of Tony's lips, tender, lingering. And it's weird when a hand that had struggled so much with precision has no trouble finding a comfortable hold on him, working him slowly to get a feel for his shape, thumb sweeping curiously over the head. ]

Fortunately, that's kind of my wheelhouse.

[ So Tony can blame it on him later if he needs to. Place the weight on the shoulders of a wizard who knew better and still decided it was fine and let what will be, be. What else is there? All they have in this moment is each other. There's nothing left in the way. ]

[ingeniar]

Hence the name.

[ They're going slow for now, teasing it out. It's probably better that way, though Tony can sense that it won't last too long, tasting a well-honed edge of impatience. He lets go of a slightly shaky breath across Stephen's mouth when his thumb finds a sensitive place, leaning into him, brows pressed together.

For all of his observations, the longer they stay like this, the less weird it feels. It's comfortable, almost familiar, though Tony couldn't say why. Like they've known each other for years, like they've done this before.

Tony rocks his hips a little, pushing his cock into Stephen's hand. He strokes his fingertips through the wizard's hair, keeps him bracketed, like he can make sure he's safe as long as he doesn't go anywhere, as long as they stay right here like this. Another shaky breath, shallower this time, as Stephen's hand keeps moving on him. A soft laugh, a groan in the back of his throat. As always, he's unable to stay quiet for long. ]

Mm. Feels good.