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[ Tony looks down at the new outfit, chuckling to himself. Honestly even he has to admit, it looks pretty good. He admires himself for a few seconds before Strange makes that second, flirtatious comment, and Tony's eyes snap up to look back at him.

That... Has to be on purpose, right? The almost-scoff that comes out of Tony's mouth is accompanied by the faintest flush on his cheeks. ] What if I wanted more right now? [ He flirts back.

And, yes, he should probably stop and not get his hopes up, but- With a slightly predatory smirk he asks ] Can you promise your cape's not gonna get jealous and stop us again? [ He says with an airy chuckle that's only very slightly tight at the edges. Probably shouldn't make light of that, definitely shouldn't make light of that, but he just can't help himself. Tony's never been good at helping himself.

He directs a wink at the cloak itself, trying to make it clear he's just joking, no hard feelings and so on. ]

They weren't jealous. [ The cloak reaches out for a fist bump. They've got Tony's back. ] They were protecting you.

[ Because Stephen was out of his mind with lust and even if Tony had told him to stop he's not sure he would have. It still twists his stomach to think of how heavy an influence those beings had on him.

He is already practicing his resistances and strengthening his mental shields. Stephen won't be overwhelmed next time. ]

I am sorry for that. [ He sits up straighter and takes a deep breath. He's going to get this out. ] For losing control and basically assaulting you. I'm deeply grateful we can still be friends.

[ There's a little hopeful note at the end, like Stephen's not completely confident that they are still friends. They've been flirting but maybe Tony's just trying to be normal? ]

[ Tony bumps his fist against the fabric. If anyone asked him, he would've said he didn't need the protection, but he can't deny it's sort of nice having a responsible adult between the three of them.

Still though, his first petulant thought is he doesn't want to still be (just) friends. He's not quite dumb enough to voice that part. But instead, he goes for an equally dumb option: ] You don't have to be sorry about that. [ With a glance at Stephen that he tries to make significant. ]

I mean- Look, if our friendship can survive both of us dying, I think it can survive... Most things. Even you kissing me. [ He clears his throat. ]

[ It was nice to have the cloak stop them before they did something they'd come to regret. Stephen would certainly feel a deep guilt seducing Tony into something he didn't really want.

Sex to simply help Stephen burn off the Spring King's influence would have ultimately been unsatisfying in the face of his real desires for Tony. Desires that he's rarely had for anyone outside of Christine. Desires he's never explored with anyone but Christine. ]

I saw 1.4 million versions of you and we were very often friends. [ He takes a breath and lets it out slowly. He's doing some math in his head, weighing the odds and chances and the moral implications of his next words. ]

Do you think it might survive us kissing again? Without a magical influence? [ There. He said it. His escape plan if Tony laughed it off was to vanish into the Mirror Dimension and make a hasty exit. ]

[ Tony chuckles nervously for a split second, face briefly matching his armor before he tamps down the nervous laughter. ] You- [ He hesitates, plasters a mildly lecherous smirk to his face. ] Heh. You wanna try it and find out?

[ He has a feeling he knows the answer, though, so he reaches out and puts a hand on one of Stephen's resting on the bar. Tony's bad at sincerity, but he's trying to indicate he actually means it at least. ]

[ The smirk gets a roll of his eyes. He would appreciate Tony being a bit more genuine in this moment but sarcasm as a defense mechanism is something he also understands. ]

I want you to shut up before the moment is ruined. [ But Stephen leans in and kisses him. Not the hungry attack of before but a firm press of his lips against Tony's that lets him savor it. ]

[ He chuckles against Stephen's lips, his hand gripping the doctor's arm tightly, keeping him close as he kisses back.

Tony pulls back, barely, to mumble ] Mmmm... Yeah. Think it can survive a few more of those. [ Yes, it's another joke, but he leans in for another kiss before Stephen can complain about it. ]

[ Stephen rolls his eyes and is absolutely ready with a quip to counter but Tony stops him with another kiss.

Okay, this isn't a bad option either. It certainly keeps Tony quiet and the sensation is nice. Much better because his enjoyment is his own. And there's still an undercurrent of lust. A want. It's very nice. ]

[ Tony chuckles gently against Stephen's lips as he pulls away. Yeah, he could get used to this. ]

So, uh- [ He clears his throat, rubs the back of his neck and goes ] You're pretty good at birthdays it turns out. [ A beat, he leans back to address the cloak. ] You too. [ Before leaning forward on the barstool again to mumble out ] Wanna finish what we started at the blacksmith's? [ Another beat, quickly appended with a ] Sometime. [ In an attempt to not appear as down bad as he is. ] Whenever you're- Free.

[ Because he's got a mostly-faded hickey that could use a reapplication. Tony's forked tongue darts out to lick his lips. ] No pressure. Not tryin' t'- Push. [ He can be pushy when he sees something, someone he wants, he knows that. He just- Actually really kind of likes Strange, and his stupid fucking cheekbones and his shitty attitude. And has no clue how to properly express that. ]

[ Stephen licks his lips when Tony draws back, like he can't stop himself from having one more taste of Tony and scotch. ]

Ah. [ He clears his throat and there's nothing he can do about the slight blush on his cheeks. ] I've never been with a man.

[ Not to mention that he hasn't been with anyone since the accident. His hands are better but they're not as strong and dexterous as they once were. He's a bit unsure about it all. ]

I want you. Don't doubt that but I might not be as... magical as you're expecting. [ Which is a deep bruise to his ego to admit because Stephen is no slouch in the bedroom. ]

Seriously? [ Comes out before he can stop himself. ] Not that I- [ He rolls his wrist around as he tries to find the word. ] Assumed any- [ Fuck. Tony exhales slowly, chuckles nervously.

Once more, from the top. ]

What I meant to say was... It's okay. [ A beat, his eyebrow twitches upwards. ] I can show you the ropes.

Besides. I'm sure, with you, magical is practically guaranteed. [ He smiles, showing fangs. ] Honestly I could go with a little less magic; got overstock at this point, gonna have to send some of it off to TJ Maxx. [ God, he's so fucking bad at this. ]

But, seriously, we can... Go slow. [ Which might be the first time Tony's said those words in his entire life. ]

[ Maybe he should let a portal swallow him whole instead. Or Tony. Because Tony ruined the moment. ]

How did you get you playboy reputation? [ He sighs deeply. Worst of all he's still attracted to Tony. He still wants to sleep with him. Stephen might need his head examined. ] You are awful at this.

I would like to experiment. Trusting that if either of us says stop, we will. [ He lays his hand over Tony's. ] Now Victorian slow but perhaps a more sedate pace. Careful. With thorough time to learn everything I need to know to absolutely ruin you.

[ Because Stephen is deeply competitive and will learn everything he needs to learn to shut Tony Stark up. ]

[ Tony's lucky he's cute.

He's halfway through a sip mostly comprised of melted ice when he chokes at Strange's last sentence. ] Duly noted. [ He says with a chuckle as he recovers and sets his glass down.

He turns the hand Strange's is laying on over to gently curl his fingers around the doctor's. ] So... [ With a slick, practiced motion, Tony pulls Stephen closer by the hand he was holding, his other hand curling around Stephen's neck, toying with the slightly long strands of hair back there as he pulls Strange into a quick kiss that Tony can't help but smile into. ] Call me. Sometime. Next time you're in a ruining mood.

[ He is very lucky he's cute.

And Stephen's lucky he's very smooth when he wants to be. He feels a catch in his chest as he's pulled him and kissed while his hair's being played with. It's getting long and he thinks there might be advantages to not cutting it.

It might end a bit quickly for Stephen's liking but he was the one to slow things down. It's his own fault. ]

That might be sooner than you think.

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