@xstrange || i dared and you did the thang! oh boy! || this? yes. accept!
- taking into account their difference in height stephen would have to slouch — a small smirk upon his features as mismatched eyes lock onto softer ones. giving the other man plenty of time to retreat the sorcerer would pause, before leaning forward and pressing his lips to the other man’s in a searing kiss — holding nothing back before retreating only once the other man became breathless.
There’s a split second as Stephen is leaning in that he comes to the realization about what’s about to happen. To take Tony Stark off guard? When his mind’s usually about ten steps ahead of the minute? That’s saying something. But there’s no way he could prepare himself (mentally, physically, hell even SPIRITUALLY) for that look in Stephen’s eyes as he draws nearer. Stuck in a standstill, the genius doesn’t move. Doesn’t dare flinch a muscle because if he does? He’s afraid that spell might be broken.
Then again..
There’s no way it could be.
His tongue suddenly feels too heavy in his mouth and there’s a taste of want that fills his mouth with a copper sort of flavor. Until, with one hitched breath–Stephen’s mouth is on his and there’s nothing but heat between their mouths. Hands (one flesh and bone, the other metallic and cold) come up to gently curl against the other’s collar. The touch so careful, it’s damn near feather light. Lips part and he’s swallowing around the taste of them mixed together coating his tongue.
Tony swoons forward when Stephen pulls back. Eyes stay closed as his breath puffs out of glistening lips. Holy hell. And he’s still holding on. Heels still lifted off the floor and he doesn’t let him stray far. Because when that gaze open, it’s first sight is Stephen’s eyes. Then his mouth. Where it lingers as brows pinch together. He damn near embodies the word please.
it came as no surprise to find tony’s kiss as intoxicating as it was, the sorcerer humming low as he pulled back — mismatched eyes all but absorbing the energy in the expression tony sent his way. with the difference in height between the two of them stephen once again had to hunch forward in order to stay within a comfortable reach, a familiar smirk pulling at his features when he considered his options.
very quickly he found all but one option agreeable — and that was to lift a heavily scarred and shaken hand to the mechanic’s jaw, tilting it further upwards in order for him to slouch less. now with his full attention once more he’d back tony towards a vacant wall, waiting for his back to touch surface until he’d rest his arm above the shorter man’s head and looking down with a now all too smug expression. leaning forward he’d murmur in a low and honeyed tone against the shell of tony’s ear, lips grazing ever slightly as warm air ghosted across the surface, “ this is where you tell me what you wish of me. ”
he had a fairly good idea with the expression being sent his way, but pulling back the sorcerer would never stray out of reach. his blue eye flashing bright momentarily as a low feeling of power filtered around them, the cluttered workshop around them now going silent. no longer would the loud wurr of the machines around them bother nor interrupt — something that he was sure the engineer would be grateful for.