hello, good morning, love -- for starknaked

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It was a month in on this job from hell, or so he was starting to mentally refer to it as, and there was a faint light at the end of the tunnel that he could faintly see. They were hardly to the point where Arthur would feel confident in saying they were ready but they were making progress.

As he had promised, Arthur sent a text at least once a week even if it was as simple as 'i'm alive', 'hey' and 'how was your day'. Something where Tony knew he was alive and well.

It was Friday and even Arthur, the workaholic that he was prone to be, wanted the evening off just as much as everyone else seemed to. Instead of hitting a local restaurant or bar with the others, Arthur decided to return to his hotel suite and order in room service.

With his order in front of him and a glass of wine, Arthur picked up his phone and thought about what time it would be in California. 7:15 in the evening in Paris was roughly 10 AM in California. If Tony didn't get back to him now, Arthur would be up for a while either way.

Alone and I want you. Oh, and good morning, love.

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Arthur was tired of texting and within a minute or so, Arthur was holding his phone up to his ear after pressing call. He wanted to hear Stark's voice, not just read his oh so smug text messages.

"I'm guessing you either fell in bed in your clothes this morning or you're naked," he said once Tony answered. If his voice was a little huskier, well that was neither here nor there.

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He laughed when it rang, answering with a chuckle. Then chuckling more when he heard Arthur's voice.

"Entirely naked, Arthur. Well, does a sheet count," he asked, laying back and glad to not be texting, freeing his hand.

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Arthur felt a grin curl on his lips when he heard Stark's chuckling and voice. He made a soft sound before responding.

"No, a sheet doesn't count," he said with a chuckle, resting his head back on the couch - glad for the free hand.

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It was better hearing Arthur's voice that Tony could have imagined. It was almost terrifying realizing that he missed anyone as much as he did the man on the other end of the phone.

"Well then... to repeat, I'm naked. You?"

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Arthur closed his eyes momentarily and soaked in the sound of Tony's voice and the mental image that came to mind when he confirmed he was naked. "Not naked. Boxers and t-shirt still on," he said, smiling though knowing Tony couldn't exactly see it.

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There was barely a hesitation. "And why is that," he asked. "Unless you don't want me to see how long it takes before you're begging to get off."

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Oh he wanted. Very much. "I wasn't sure if you were going to fall back asleep on me or not," he said with a teasing tone to his voice.

"Hold on," he said a moment later and sat the phone down so he could remove his t-shirt and boxers, laying them on the couch. He picked up his phone again and moved over toward the bed. "Naked," he confirmed, sitting down on the bed.

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"I'm old, but I wouldn't do that," he said, sounding almost cross, right before he chuckled. "Course, Pepper will hate you when I don't show at tonight's benefit because I'm sleeping." Not that he minded. Not in the least. Great way to get out of it, in fact.

He waited, listening to the sound of rustling clothes. "That's better. So do I be a dick and ask about work now?"

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"She can be mad at me - at least this way you're getting sleep," Arthur remarked with a grin. He didn't mind it if Pepper got mad at him, in the end, what mattered to him was Tony getting some rest.

He smirked. "I believe we went through that part already so no, I don't think you should be a dick."

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"I promise. I will sleep through the night," he vowed with a grin.

He was quiet a long moment, breathing deeply and considering how much to admit.

"I haven't done this since I was in college. No before then even."

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Arthur was quiet for moment or two as well before admitting, "I've never done anything like this before."

"We don't have to...could just talk," he offered.

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It shouldn't have felt good hearing that but it did. He liked knowing the things he was in Arthur's life, the places he held.

"Is that what you really want, sitting there naked in France and knowing you could be knotted in these sheets with me... if we didn't fall on the floor from all the ways I think about taking you?"

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Whether he said it out loud or not, Tony Stark held many of Arthur's firsts - much like he held some of Tony's firsts. Stark was also the first man Arthur could positively say he missed and wanted as much as he had ever wanted anyone. Stark was also the first, and only, man Arthur allowed to dominate him and enjoyed it immensely.

Before he could hold it in, Arthur made a soft sound and shifted on the bed slightly. "No, that's not what I want," he responded, his tone taking on a slight huskier tone. He cleared his throat. "In what ways do you think about taking me?"

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That sound went straight through Tony, cock jerking from that very sound. His hand brushed over his stomach, down against the head of his cock.

"Now? In general? In those moments I should be doing other things? Because I damn well regret not slamming you against that door, jerking your slacks down and having you one more time before you left," he growled, not sure he would have done it in that way but the thought made him ache.

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A shudder slid through Arthur's body at the sound of Tony's growl. The thought alone made him ache as well - wanting and needing the older man. He slid his hand over his chest slowly to his cock and released a breathy sigh. "Even though I had pressed my timing already - I wish you had taken me just one more time before I left," he admitted and laid down on the bed, drawing one leg up.

"Imagine the flight I had where I could still feel your come leak out of me slowly. It was fucking hard to concentrate on anything."

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For a moment he thought he could still taste Arthur, feel the heat of his skin as Tony ran his thumb over the head, moaning heavily at the sensation. Normally he might have held it back, been a bit softer, but he wanted Arthur to hear, to think about what he was doing and how it would feel, pressed together and making those sounds.

"Fucking hell," he groaned, eyes closing, fingers curling around himself. "Next time I won't hesitate, but you have to be careful, Arthur. Encourage me like that and maybe I'll just wholly claim you as my own. Fuck you when I want. Where I want. How I want," he said.

The dominance came easily though he knew deep down he could be pushing his luck.

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He could imagine it. With his eyes closed, Arthur could see Tony's hand wrapped around his cock, could imagine the feeling of their hot bodies pressed tight together and fuck - the sounds. He groaned heavily as he wrapped his hand around his cock and tilted his head to the side some.

It took him a moment to respond, but when he did, he didn't hesitate. "You say that as if you haven't already," he said. Truth was, he felt claimed as Tony's and while he knew they were still working on figuring out this relationship, there wasn't anyone else he'd rather be with. It was a little scary saying it out loud and feeling how true it was deep down inside. Still, he knew ultimately he was his own man and could independently make his own decisions.

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That was all he needed to hear. This was what he wanted. Arthur. His. That smart, witty, beautiful boy.

"When you get back," he purred softly. "I'm going to take the chance and face the others about this," he admitted in a low voice. "We'll talk about it later though. I want to hear you stroking your cock, imagining being under my desk at a board meeting and sucking my cock."

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Arthur stopped his hand momentarily as Tony's words registered in his mind. "Are you really?" he asked in a low, huskier voice.

That thought didn't last long with the rest of Tony's words. Oh. He groaned at the image forming in his mind. "Mm, I do love sucking your cock," he said, sliding his thumb over the head of his cock with a heavy breath.

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"Unless you don't want me to," he admitted in a low voice, realizing what he'd said. Fuck, he meant it but it was terrifying at the same time.

"Do you now? Like it when I push myself down your throat," he asked, moaning low and deep.

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"No," he said at once. "No, I do," he admitted in a low voice. It was absolutely terrifying. But there were reasons they hadn't done so already. His career -- the public eye. As Tony said, they'd have to talk about it later, preferably not when they were in the middle of phone sex.

Arthur hummed and moaned at the thought. "Yeah," he said huskily. "Yeah, like it when your hand tightens in my hair."

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His hand flexed around his cock, thinking about it in the other man's hair. Without thinking he rocked his hips, groaning. "Want to have you down there, fucking that beautiful mouth. Whole damn board could be there, wouldn't give a damn. Just want you," he growled, stroking himself, panting heavily.

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Arthur groaned deeply at the mental image and rocked into his hand. "Want to be down there, sucking you down and make you moan," he said, stroking his cock. He licked his lips. "Just want you too - think about you, your voice, your cock..."

His breathing was becoming heavier as he continued to stroke his cock. With a wet finger, he reached further down to circle his entrance, his breath hitching as a result.

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Panting softly, trying hard not to breathe too loud. Just so that he could hear Arthur, hearing the sounds he made, the tiniest of reactions that left him so hard it was nearly painful.

"Hold tight to your hair, choking you until I know you're close. Drag you up by your hair," he murmured, voice rough and thick with need as he stroked himself, forcing himself to be slow, wanting to have the control, to get what he wanted from Arthur first. "Slam you face first over the table and make you beg for it."

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"Fuck, Tony," he moaned and curled his fingers around his cock again, stroking himself. HIs eyes were partway closed as he became lost in what was going on between them. "Fuck," Arthur repeated.

"I want you fucking me, Tony. Hard and fast or slow and deep - just want your cock," he murmured, his voice also thick with arousal and need.