Arthur had always known the rumors when it came to Tony Stark. He'd seen and read the news often enough about the playboy the billionaire was when he took that first job. He had never figured that he would be the man's type and yet, here they were, years alter with an actual, honest to god, relationship. A monogamous one at that. At first, he never fooled himself into believing that he was the only one doing anything and although Arthur was never with anyone else ( his schedule often too busy ), he knew Tony liked playing.

The fact that they made room for each other in their lives (and closets) made all the difference to Arthur. Made him know it wasn't some fleeting thing.

Arthur moaned low into Tony's mouth and allowed himself to be pushed back against the bed, sliding a hand into the man's hair. He braced his foot on the bed as he deepened the kiss further, keeping him close - as much as he could anyway. Kissing Tony had always been exciting, arousing and undeniably among the best and fuck, he was glad to be here doing this with him again.