After his mun's night of drinking...

[tasteslikecoconut]

Wow, look at you, aren't you a champ. Holding down that... two shots and - was that a mixed drink with orange juice? Right, yeah. I'll just be over here slow clapping for all your achievements.

And by clapping I mean laughing.

Comments

[definingfuture]

Ah- [Okay, you win.]

You look very nice, Tony. You have beautiful eyes when you aren't trying to shoot lasers at me.

[tasteslikecoconut]

[Tony makes a face that looks a lot like 'are you for real'.]

Woah there tiger. I was just talking about eyes and you went full tilt and said all of me looks nice. But okay, I can roll. Do these pants make my ass look good, too?

[See, he'll even cock his hips to one side and half-turn for you to see.]

[definingfuture]

Do you really need an answer to that? I'm pretty sure you know how you look.

[He can flirt. He's just not going to meet his eyes anymore. Don't be too surprised. He loses steam awfully fast, even when he's been angry.]

For the record, we're not that different in some areas.

[tasteslikecoconut]

[He doesn't need one, but it's always appreciated. There's still that lingering irritation from all the crap they've heatedly argued about, but this is easier and less taxing and, well, fun.]

Aren't we? Have you been, what, peeping in on me while I sleep or something? Watch me while I take a shower?

[definingfuture]

I'll leave that to your vivid imagination.

[Okay, now he's actually teasing. A little bit of personality peeking through that he'll probably regret again shortly.]

[tasteslikecoconut]

Yeah, that's not creepy at all. Nope.

[But he's smiling, the corners of his mouth upturned in a sly little grin.]

[definingfuture]

We share a lot of annoying traits. Like not listening.

And changing the subject.

[HA. See, now you have to discuss serious things with him.]

[tasteslikecoconut]

What, like how mashed potatoes taste way better if you throw corn and gravy on top? Or how Pepper's allergic to strawberries? That one took me a surprisingly long time to figure out.

[definingfuture]

Like how your shirt is uneven.

[Stop making him smile. You're supposed to be angry!]

[tasteslikecoconut]

[He looks down. Back up.]

Would you look at that.

[And yeah, he's not even going to fix it.]

[definingfuture]

[Ah, damn it. And now he's fixing Tony's shirt for him.]

[tasteslikecoconut]

Thanks, sweetheart. You're a pal.

[definingfuture]

Yeah, well, you're a mess.

[tasteslikecoconut]

[Tony hums and smiles, eyes warm.]

Only on Thursdays.

[definingfuture]

That doesn't really help your case now, hot shot.

[He can be charming. Surprise?]

[tasteslikecoconut]

Or yours, incidentally.

[He's not surprised. It's him. Sort of.]

Your eyes are even bluer up close. Who knew.

[definingfuture]

How close do I need to be to see the gold?

[Yes, he is in your face now.]

[tasteslikecoconut]

[Yeah he can totally feel your breathing on his cheeks now. But hell if he's backing down.]

Little closer.

[definingfuture]

Any closer and I won't remember your eyes, Tony.

[Fair warning, because he's already close enough to brush his lips against his.]

[tasteslikecoconut]

This is weird right?

[His eyes are glinting curiously, because what the fuck, they were fighting and throwing punches and now they're swapping air and oh, look at that, he leans in for a kiss to seal the deal. He makes it nice and filthy, shoving his tongue into the other's mouth for all of two seconds before pulling back with an incredibly victorious smirk, licking his lips, but he sure doesn't look like he didn't enjoy it.]

Totally weird.

[definingfuture]

[Well. It's Tony after all, so what can he expect? He takes the kiss just as eagerly as if he always kissed him, lips parting enough to suck on his tongue and invite him to do more. It hints at all the things they could be doing, and when they break off again, he actually looks smug.]

Oh, I don't know. It's pretty good from this side of things.

[tasteslikecoconut]

Mmmm...

[They are... such whores for their own narcissism for doing this, but, well, could this be filed under the 'fuck it, fire everything' protocol? Sure, why not.]

You taste like candy.

[definingfuture]

Heh. I didn't know you had a thing for sugar.

[Come here and let him make it even worse. Now that they aren't beating each other senseless, he's decided he really does like having Tony in his space. So, hey, have another kiss. This one longer and not so patient.]

Surprise!

[tasteslikecoconut]

Only the fun, interactive kind.

[The fact that he has to be on his toes to even out the kiss is a little disconcerting but he's rolling with it the best he can, nipping at Tony's bottom lip and generally making the kiss strong and filthy and incredibly thorough in his explorations.]

Boo.

[definingfuture]

At least I know what to get you for Christmas.

[He might be just a little smug about the height difference. I mean, there is a level of satisfaction that comes with topping Tony Stark. Even if he is Tony Stark.]

You need a haircut, champ.

[Which is all he can get out before they're kissing, hard and dirty with his hand buried in Tony's hair, pulling him closer so he can take his exploring tongue and nip back with a soft growl.]