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@starksaremadeofiron
“Poor impulse control you say?” she said with a grin, “Please, tell me more of your weaknesses. They may come in handy.”
“Hardly a new weakness. You could ask anyone who reads the news rags. And I wouldn’t give you even more advantage without making you work for it first.”
After the quick shake he took a sip of his drink.
THIS GUY MODS A TOASTER TO PLAY FUCKING VIDEO GAMES WTH
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"I’ll take your word for it. I don’t think my boss would be very happy if I got arrested."
"Then you'll definitely want to avoid streaking."
"I bet you do. Have you got any of that stuff around here?" Clint asked, looking around for a second. "You’ll remember it next time I guess."
"That ah... That actually depends on where I am... Oh man, I think I need to get that reminder tattooed on my arm or something. I'm pretty sure if I don't know where I am, Pep if flipping her lid. Hey, man, think you could just toss me in a ditch somewhere? I think that fate is better than facing my slave driving secretary with a hang over this bad... Fuuuuuck."
"Ewww— That’s awfully desperate." A slight scoff and tilt of the head. "Only if I get some of the pizza."
"I'll buy you like... twenty pizzas. I don't even care. You can put diamonds on the crust if you want as long as I get some wonderfully greasy pizza. The diamonds are only an option if it's not served in an ashtray."
"How do you take it? Light and sweet or dark and bitter or somewhere in between?So what exactly were you doing last night before you managed to blackout?"
"As dark as a black hole appears to be. And strong as the Terminator. You are my guardian angel. My very nosy guardian angel... I'm vaguely certain I was... Ah... Would you belief me if I just said I thought it was nice weather for a walk?"
"Or how about a deep fried, greasy pork sandwich with all the condiments served in a dirty ashtray?"
"I'm desperate enough to even take that dirty ash tray. That sandwich and like ten slices of pizza. Think I could bribe you to make a hang over run?"
"…Alright. You need some coffee, greasy food and some strong aspirins. Tequila doesn’t mess around, you’d do good to remember that next time."
He raised his hand just high enough to give a thumbs up. "All of that. I need it. But you know the bad thing about tequila? You learn the lesson but quickly forget. They call it the mind wiper for a reason, man."
"Huh, thanks. That definitely makes this whole situation better, but I think I’m gonna pull them back up."
"Good idea. Public indecency charges are a pain to get expunged."
"My steps wouldn’t be a problem if you weren’t on the floor, y’know?"
"Booze or blow to the head?"
"Techno... Technically... Technicalight... Whatever. Ugh, it was booze. Too much tequila. They weren't kidding about tequila and floors."
“Aaand there goes the string on my pants. I need new pants now.”
"... While you lose points for style you get points for at least looking hot while pretty much naked."
"I didn’t say anything, man."
"You walk like Godzilla. Tokyo felt the quakes from here."
"Ow... Don't shake head..."
"Someone’s a bit of an alcoholic. Here, do you want some coffee?"
He tries not to growl out the first words. "Not an alcoholic. But I'll forgive the harsh comment in exchange for coffee. Oh man, coffee is exactly what I need. Like a gallon of it."
"Awww, did someone party too hard?"
" Nothing a little hair of the dog won't fix... When my limbs aren't bricks anymore."
"I’m sorry to tell you this princess but that wasn’t loud. Now what the hell are you doing here?"
"I can't remember anything that happened after seven last night. So when I find out you'll be the first to know."
"Um... Ow. Shhh... Not so loud."
Pietro was almost afraid to touch Tony at this point. He looked, well frankly, vulnerable, kneeling beneath Pietro. Not in a weak way; Pietro could never mistake the muscles he had felt beneath the man’s chest. Vulnerable in that Pietro didn’t know what he was allowed to do at this point, and what might shock the billionaire into deciding that this hadn’t been a good choice of partner.
He wasn’t used interacting with this high caliber of society.
He put his fingers against Tony’s hair, softly pushing in between them, looking down with eyes that waited for Tony’s next move with equal parts lust and nerves. It came with the reality of Tony Stark about to give him a blow job.
Tony hummed as he felt the fingers comb through his hair before resting on top of his head. Licking his lips slowly, he gently pushed back into the hand for a moment before looking away from Pietro's eyes. Now his focus was entirely on the task at hand.
His hand slid down the shaft to gently grip the base of Pietro's cock while letting his tongue slip out. Slowly he traced the underside, finally slipping the head between his lips to suck gently. He let his other trail up the man's inner thigh, giving a quick squeeze as Tony finds his balance better.
