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Welcome Back [Heart in a Knot] - for Starknaked

It had been two months since Arthur had seen Tony. Two months of text messages, phone calls and stolen moments over web cam while Arthur worked a job in Moscow. It was supposed to have been done weeks ago - simple extraction but of course, it never goes the way it should go despite his every precaution. Sometimes, the mark just doesn't want to do what you mentally will them and expect them to do.

He was finally in Malibu again without a tail on his trail and at least a week before he was off to the next job. It was 5:30 in the morning (5:34 a.m. to be exact) and he knew that when he walked into Tony's house, Tony would be asleep. Instead of entertaining himself for the next several hours, he knew he would rather be at Tony's Malibu mansion and in the man's arms than anywhere else. And he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, Tony would prefer the same.

It was 5:50 when he pulled up to the house in the rental car and it took hardly any time to get inside with what he needed (PASIV, messenger bag and suitcase), using the key Tony had given him so many months ago on that first job. He left everything resting inside of the doorway (he wouldn't be needing them right away) and locked the door before heading up the steps to Tony's room - keeping silent as he did so as to not wake anyone else.

Arthur felt a smile tug on his lips when he stepped into the older man's bedroom and shut the door gently behind him. Not completely silent so as to completely startle Tony but still keeping it quiet.

Fuck, but he had missed him.

He toed of his shoes and socks, removed his suit jacket and rested it over a chair before undoing the buttons on his waist coat. The entire time, he kept his gaze on Tony's form underneath the blankets. Knowing him, he had probably only been asleep for only an hour or two at most. They were very much alike in that regard.

Before long, Arthur slid underneath the blanket next to Tony with only a pair of boxers on.

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He pressed his nails into the flesh of Tony's thigh as the other man pressed into him steadily. Arthur panted for breath and groaned as he felt him stretch for the length and width of his cock.

Arthur bit down on his bottom lip and forced himself to relax so he'd have an easier time. He made a low embarrassing sound in the back of his throat, having needed and wanted this for the last two months.

Trying to be tender, to make sure he still didn’t hurt Arthur despite the near desperation that gripped at him. Moaning loudly, hearing it reverberate off the walls, coming back to him as he moved. Shivering at the sensation, one hand moving to brace against the slick tile wall of the shower as the other hand moved to his hip, fingers curling in against the narrow line of his hip.

“So fucking hot,” he groaned, nipping the back of Arthur’s neck. It was a move born of possession, still fighting the desire to buck, to slam into him until they were both too weak to stand.

Arthur moved his hand braced against the tile to Tony's and clasped onto his, lacing their fingers together. He inhaled and hissed a breath through his teeth. "Fuck -- two months --," he didn't finish that train of thought and only made to press back against Tony.

If he wasn't as needy and wanting of it as much as Tony was, he may be a little embarrassed by how undone he becomes when they're pressed so close together. But he is needy and he isn't embarrassed in the least.

Panting hot and heavy against the back of Arthur’s neck, knowing everything his lover meant. So much. Not enough. Wanting so much more because of all they had gone without.

Groaning as he shifted, pushing deeper with stuttering jerks of his hips.

“I know,” he whispered, moaning softly as his fingers curled against Arthur’s. “Feel so good.”

Arthur groaned, pressing back against him with a rugged inhale. His fingers tightened around Tony's, effectively holding onto him. "Mmmhm," he mumbled, clenching around him as he bit down on his bottom lip. "So fucking good."

He could feel beads of sweat that had nothing to do with the shower and everything to do with his body temperature.

Restraint was foreign to Tony. He just wasn’t a man known for it but he would. For Arthur. For the sake of their relationship. That realization hit him hard. This was a relationship. It was more than just training and sex.

Closing his eyes, he leaned in closer to Arthur, pushing into him steadily, a soft moan rumbling through him as he took a bit more, finding himself buried to the hilt within him.

He breathed in and out, his eyes closed when Tony bottomed out. He groaned low and pressed his forehead against the tile. Arthur clenched around him at first before slowly relaxing around him.

He felt close to Tony in this moment. Closer than he had to anyone in a very long time. He had come here instead of one of his safe houses. Tony had asked him to start leaving things in the closet (aside from a stray suit or two). It was... a huge step they were taking but one he very much wanted to take.

It was a miracle for Tony that he found control when he was with Arthur. That he could find it within himself to go still, to stay deep within him and not beginning riding him hard and fast was amazing to him, and stunning.

Of course it didn't last for long.

He couldn't stay still, couldn't stop himself from bucking his hips and slamming into him. Moaning loudly as he shuddered with the sensation. It was delicious and almost overwhelming as he drew back and bucked into him once more.

Arthur didn't even try to disguise the noises that were coming from his mouth after Tony bucked his hips. His body shuddered as he dug his nails into the flesh of Tony's thigh.

"Fuck -- fuck," he groaned loudly and pressed back against him as he bit down down on his lip. The friction was absolutely delicious and overwhelming -- yeah, overwhelming was a good word.

Tony panted hard, whining with every exhale. Struggling for control, to not just madly slam into Arthur until one of them utterly lost it, wanting to make this more than just a fuck for Arthur.

It's why he reaches around, wrapping his fingers around Arthur's cock. Stroking him with quick, hard strokes in time with the way he bucks into that tight, beautiful ass.

"God, so good," he whispered, nipping the back of his neck.

"Again. Do that again," Arthur ground out, clenching around Tony's cock with a whine.

Whether he was talking about the stroking, the bucking of his hips or the biting, Arthur couldn't tell you. Chances were, it was all three and fuck, did it feel so fucking good.

"Tony --," hit bit down on his bottom lip.

All Tony needed was that encouragement. Hips rolling, driving himself into Arthur with steady, hard thrusts. Moaning as his tight fingers stroked over Arthur, fingers stroking up under the ridge and up over the head even as his teeth buried hard into the curve of Arthur's shoulder.

It was rough, needy, and he didn't care that Arthur knew that.

Arthur groaned loudly when Tony worked himself into him with hard thrusts and bit down on his shoulder. Fuck, but he didn't care it was rough and needy; Arthur needed and wanted it just as much as Tony did.

His body shuddered against Tony's as his hand tightened around his and his other dug into the flesh of Tony's thigh. "Cl -- close," he warned with a breathy tone, biting on his lip.

"Good," he snarled. "I want to make you come." Not fuck him. Not just sex. He wanted to make him come, get everything he wanted from him.

Riding him hard and fast, a heavy and quick jerk of his hips. "That's it. Fucking hell," he groaned, jerking his lover's cock hard and fast. "Come for me."

Arthur whined at the harder and faster strokes to his cock and against his prostate. It wasn't much longer after that, that he felt his body tensing then shuddering as he came hard in Tony's hand and over the tile wall. With each inhale and exhale, a little whine and moan slipped from his lips as he clenched around Tony's cock.

Fuck, but this was perfect. Just what he needed after everything that had happened over the last few months.

He could feel Arthur's body reacting, feel it like an electrical jolt straight through him to his core. And then slick muscles tightened around, the sounds Arthur made almost too delicious to process. He felt heat over his hand and then Tony lost all semblance of control.

Fingers curling around the head of Arthur's cock, just holding him as his hips snapped hard and fast. Quick and shallow strokes, moaning Arthur's name against the nape of his neck. Then a bit, a soft laying of teeth to that tender spot as he slammed deep, shuddering as he pressed his body tight to the other man's back. Panting as his hips jerked, coming with sounds he would deny were truly whimpers.

His breathing hitched as his body shuddered against Tony's as he came inside of him. "Fuck," he barely manages to get out before closing his eyes and slipping his hand away from the wall to lift up to Tony's head then once again letting it fall to his side.

It was precious moments later when Arthur was able to catch his breath without them sounding like whimpers or little whines. His body continued to shake against Tony's a little longer before settling again. "God -- damn," he breathed and licked at his lips.

Shuddering against that slick body, moaning low and deep. Enjoying the way he felt, the tight pulse of his body and the wicked way the slickness of his body felt against him. Slowly his hold releases from around Arthur though he doesn't move further away.

Staying close, holding him as tight as he could.

"You can't stay away so long," he murmured.

"I know," he murmured, resting his cheek against the tile as he slowly comes back to himself; piece by piece. As much as he wished jobs wouldn't take two months (or longer), truth was, there were those that took that long to get just right. It was all about the mark being in the right place at the right time for them to do what they needed to do.

"Least you have me for the next couple of weeks." Which, he was looking forward to. A couple of weeks that he could lay low at Tony's with him -- or at least, as low as he can when staying with Tony Stark.

He knew that they would take that long. This one had been short, and Tony knew it. That didn't mean he didn't want him doing it, staying away that long and being away from them. His hands slid over his sides as he kissed and nuzzled at the back of Arthur's neck.

"Guess we should get washed," he murmured, not that he seemed likely to be moving any time soon. "That's a start, those weeks."

Arthur hummed softly as Tony's hand slid over his side and nuzzled at his neck. "Guess so," he mumbled, licking at his bottom lip. He didn't want to move but they only had a couple of hours, if that, to wash, get ready and talk with Pepper before they headed to the function this evening.

"Have to ask her just how many functions you have in the upcoming weeks," he said with a little smile knowing Tony well enough to know that he'd try to get out of most if not all of them if he could.

He snorted, taking a small nip at the curve of Arthur's shoulder, not hard but playing at his skin, nuzzling here. He sighed, but made himself step back. Not that he wasn't above blowing things off but that was a fight with Pepper he wasn't in the mood for.

"I have no functions. Nope. Not anymore. Not since you're here," he said, knowing he would use this as an excuse to try and get out of what he could.

Arthur stayed just where he was for a moment before he turned and looked at him with a little smile. "Mm, I'm sure if I asked Pepper, it would be a much different response," he said with a teasing tone to his voice.

He didn't mind if there were functions however he hoped that they could at least make a day out for themselves. O

It wasn't like it was hard to encourage Tony to abandon things like meeting, and work that wasn't the labs and the sort of horse and pony shows he worked so hard to avoid on the best of days. Arthur in time was the best of days and the worst of time to try and get Tony to do anything that didn't involve Arthur and usually nudity.

"Who told you to ask her," he asked, snorting. "Stop being a traitor. You're my boyfriend, not hers."

He paused though because much as they had talked about, he hadn't used that term before.

Once Tony said that one word, Arthur ceased to pay much attention to anything else and allowed himself a smile. Course, they had talked about it but fact was, neither of them used that particular term.

"Yours," he said simply, stepping in closer to him to press a kiss to his lips. "Come on, let's get cleaned up." He pressed a hand to his chest then slipped underneath the shower head so he can start rinsing off before grabbing a washcloth.

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