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Warning: Explicit content, Slash.
Chapter 5
It was three weeks later, and Tony and Harry had been spending as much time as possible together. Harry had a lot going on, with work, school, and his 'Heir responsibilities'. He was tired, and stressed. But spending time with Tony always made him feel better.
Tony had taken him to various restaurants, movies, and shows. They had quickly become the 'it' couple, and they proved to be of intense interest to the press. They were amazed that their relationship was more than Tony's normal hookups, and that they were monogamous.
Harry had already called his agent Margot, and told her not to book anymore jobs. He had unbreakable, long term contracts with Roberto Cavalli, Zegna, and Prada. He would continue to model for them, but only them. He would do more than their shows during Fashion Week, but that was it.
Tony had been busy as well, but he seemed to always make time for Harry, much to the chagrin of Pepper and Obie. He had just finished the prototype for something called the Jericho Missile. It was a very advanced weapon, the most dangerous Tony had ever designed.
Harry was currently cooking dinner for the two of them. Tony was touched that Harry wanted to fix dinner for him, and he couldn't wait to try his food. They had been seeing each other for about a month, and everything was going well. Their physical relationship had continued, but not progressed beyond amazing blow jobs.
Pepper had actually walked in on Tony and Harry one evening.
Flashback
Tony had Harry pushed against one of the huge windows in his penthouse, his pants pushed passed his knees. Tony loved Harry's cock, and was worshiping it accordingly. He was taking as much of it in as he could, when Harry squeeked loudly, pushing Tony off of him.
"What..." Tony started, as Harry covered his rapidly softening cock with his hands. Tony turned to face the direction Harry was staring at in horror, and saw that Pepper was standing in the doorway, face red and mouth agape. "Pepper, what are you doing here?" Tony asked in irritation. Pepper had not said it in so many words, but Tony could tell she disapproved of his relationship with Harry. What he didn't know, was if it was because Harry was a man, or for some other reason.
Pepper finally snapped out of her stupor. "I apologise Mr Stark, Lord Potter-Black. I have a few papers that need to be signed, before I leave for Malibu in the morning. I should have called first." She said, holding up a file.
Harry had pulled up his pants while she stumbled over her answer. "Yes, you should have. JARVIS would have warned me, but I had him on mute. This is a private home, make sure I know you are coming before just walking in." Tony said, running a hand through his hair.
Pepper bristled slightly. "Of course, Sir. If I can get those signatures, I will be on my way."
Needless to say, the mood was completely ruined.
Harry was currently browning filet mignon, and basting it with butter. As soon as they were perfectly brown, he placed them in the oven to finish cooking. He had just finished mashing the potatoes, and he started the sauce for the green beans. After the sauce was simmering, Harry took the steaks out of the oven to rest on the cutting board. Just then, the doorbell rang.
Harry stopped to look in the hall mirror, and sighed in resignation. He looked a right mess! His hair was flopping everywhere, and he was wearing a bright pink apron that said; 'Princess of the Kitchen' on it (it had been a gift from Fred and George.) He opened the door after trying to flatten his hair. Trying being the operative word.
"Tony! Hello, you look amazing. Come in. I hope you are hungry." Harry said.
Tony drew Harry into his arms, and kissed him hello. "Thanks gorgeous. Something sure smells delicious." Tony said. Harry shut the door, then led Tony into the dining room. Tony laughed suddenly, pointing to his apron. "Love the apron, babe. You are a very pretty Princess, dear." He said with humor.
"Thank you, my Prince." Harry said, batting his eyelashes comically. They0 laughed together, and Tony saw that Harry had gone all out. The table was set with candles, flowers, and glasses of red wine. "Have a seat, I'll dish up our plates. If you would rather have something besides wine to drink, I have various juices, coke, rootbeer, and water." Harry said, arranging the food on the plates.
Tony sniffed the wine on offer. "Wine is good. What kind is it?" Tony asked.
"It is a Delacour Shiraz. I am friends with the Delacour's, and they send me cases of wine every couple of month's."
"They must be great friends. Delacour wine is not cheap." Tony said, taking a sip.
"About six years ago, I saved their youngest daughter, Gabrielle, from drowning. They have since refused to take my money." Harry said, placing the plates on the table.
"That explains that, then. So, you are a hero?" Tony said, leering.
Harry laughed. "Hardly. I have been told that I have a 'saving people thing', but I am no hero. I hope you like steak." He said, and cut into his meat.
Tony tasted his food, moaning at the taste. "God, this is good. Hot as Hell, and you can cook? How did I get so lucky?" He said, savoring the flavor of the food and wine.
"Save room for dessert. I made creme brulee." Harry said.
"Mmm. You are mine now, Harrison. I know a good thing when I see it." Tony said.
They continued eating, chatting about various things. Tony kept reaching forward, carressing Harry's wrist, and joining their fingers. His seemingly mindless actions were causing Harry's heart to beat faster. They finally finished eating, and Tony stood, stretching. He then started to gather the dishes. "If you ever decide to drop architecture, you should open a restaurant. That was amazing." He said, stacking the plates.
"Thank you. Don't worry about the dishes. My housekeeper Winky will get them in the morning. Would you like a tour?" Harry said, coming up behind Tony, and wrapping his arms around Tony's waist. He kissed Tony behind his ear, nuzzling into his neck.
Tony leaned his head back, humming at the sensation of Harry's lips on his neck. "Hmm. That sounds nice. I will take whatever you want to give me."
Harry pushed his interested cock against the small of Tony's back. "Will you, now? That sounds promising." Harry said, causing Tony to moan.
Harry bit Tony lightly on the shoulder, then backed away. Harry cleared his throat, "So. This is the dining room, and kitchen." Harry said, waving his hand in the direction of the open kitchen. "That door in the kitchen leads to Winky's quarters. I don't go in there, but I know there is a bedroom, bathroom, a small living area, and a kitchenette." He said, leading Tony towards the living room. "Here is the living room, and my office." Harry said, pointing out the office space. Two of the walls were glass, the front one facing the living room sat on runners, and slid open and shut. The glass was striped with frosted horizontal strips, and Tony could see a large desk with two, red armchairs in front of it. There were shelves lining the other two walls, and a large drafting table.
"There are two guest rooms and a bathroom, they are kind of generic." Harry continued, walking Tony down the hall. "There is a small gym down there, with the laundry room." He said, gesturing to the left at the end of the main hallway. "It also has a tanning bed- don't judge me!- I only use it for work when required." Harry said wryly, causing Tony to laugh.
Tony had his arm around Harry's waist, and was stroking his side. The flirty touches were driving Harry crazy! "Is that your bedroom?" Tony asked, pointing at the double doors in front of them.
"Yes." Harry said, opening the doors with a flourish.
Tony stepped into the large bedroom, his eyes immediately drawn to the enormous bed that dominated the space. The king size , four poster bed had a navy blue and bronze striped comforter, and navy blue curtains hanging from the canopy of the bed. The room was on the corner of the building, and two of the walls were nothing but windows, looking out onto the New York skyline. To the left, there was a small entertainment area, complete with a small couch. There were two doors off to the right.
"My en suite, and closet are through there." Harry said, pointing to the two doors.
Tony turned around, and twined his arms around Harry's neck, fingers tugging his hair lightly. "Now that you have me here in your lair, are you going to have your wicked way with me?" Tony said, grinning impishly.
Harry smirked sexily. "Would you let me?" He asked, gaze intently on Tony.
Tony started slightly, was he serious? "Like I said, I will take anything you are willing to give me." Tony said, leaning forward to kiss Harry's neck. Harry moaned, his neck was very sensetive.
Harry ran his hands down Tony's back, and grabbed the globes of his firm ass, squeezing his cheeks, and pulling him closer. "I want you so much, Tony." Harry gritted out through clenched teeth. He thrust his groin into Tony's, causing them both to moan deeply.
"Mmm. I want you too, baby." Tony groaned. He reached up, and pulled Harry's shirt off, exsposing his chest. Tony made quick work of Harry's clothes, then started on his own. Harry helped, yanking his belt undone, and pulling his pants down. Soon, Harry stood naked and wanting, watching Tony pull off his boxer briefs. He groaned at the sight of Tony's thick cock.
"On the bed, Tony." Harry said, lightly stroking himself.
Tony moaned at the sight of Harry playing with himself, and grabbed his own neglected cock. He crawled on to the bed, shaking his ass for Harry's hot eyes. He laid on his back, spreading his legs slightly. Harry just watched him for a moment, spread out on his bed, thrusting into his own fist. Tony was unbearably hot, and Harry could not wait any longer.
Tony watched Harry watching him, his eyes trailing ravenously over his sexy body. Harry reached into the nightstand, and pulled out a bottle of lube, and a condom. Tony was excited, they were finally having sex!
Harry prowled over Tony's body, licking up his cock, then his belly, chest, and neck. Harry captured his mouth in a searing kiss, while his hands spread Tony's legs further. Harry pulled back, and started spreading lube on three fingers.
"I..I.." Tony stuttered slightly. Harry focused on Tony's face. He looked nervous.
"Hey, what's wrong baby? We don't have to do this." Harry said, concerned. He sat back on his heels, and stroked Tony's leg reassuringly.
"No! I want to do this. I just... I have never bottomed before, and I am a little nervous." Tony said, leaning back against the pillows.
"Oh, baby. Are you sure you want to?" Harry said. He felt slightly guilty, he had not even considered bottoming. He had not done that since Lucius, which was not a good memory.
"Oh, yes. I do, just... be careful?" Tony said.
Harry leaned forward, kissing Tony with unrestrained passion. "I will take good care of you, Tony. I promise." He said, running his hands down Tony's muscular chest. He started worshiping Tony's body. Kisses, licks and nips had Tony melting into the bed, relaxing thoroughly.
Tony moaned gustily as Harry's mouth engulfed his aching cock. One of Harry's lubed fingers was pressing against his tight opening, and finally pushed gently inside. "Ohh!" Tony gasped in reaction. Harry gently worked his finger into Tony, moaning at how tight he was.
"Ok, baby? Have you ever played with yourself like this?" Harry asked, voice low, and thick with arousal.
"Yes!" Tony cried, thrusting back onto Harry's finger. Harry was so hard, it was slightly painful, and his hips stuttered slightly, thrusting into the air. He added a second finger, twisting slightly, looking for Tony's prostate. "Oh!" Tony groaned in slight discomfort.
"Shh. Just let me find.." Harry started, and was interrupted by Tony crying out in pleasure.
"Yes, Harry! Right there!" Tony moaned, as Harry continued rubbing against the spongy area. Tony continued to thrust against Harry's fingers, chasing the pleasure. Harry added a third finger, which Tony barely noticed.
"That's good, baby. I'm ready." Tony said. It was taking all of his willpower not to come, what with the prostate massage, and Harry's mouth on his cock.
"Just another minute, love. I don't want to hurt you." Harry said, panting in anticipation. He opened his fingers slowly, scissoring them, and opening Tony gently. He was a big boy, and Tony was not used to being penetrated.
Harry finally pulled his fingers out, causing Tony to moan in disappointment. Harry rolled a condom on, and lubed himself up. "If I hurt you, or you want to stop for any reason, tell me. I will stop immediately, ok?" Harry asked.
Tony looked Harry straight in the eyes, and saw the sincerity and worry in those beautiful green orbs. "I will. Please, Harry. Do it, already. I want it." Tony said, raising his hips off of the bed, seeking relief for his throbbing cock.
Harry closed his eyes in reaction, then opened them, focusing on Tony's face. Harry gripped his erection, nudging it against Tony's slowly closing hole. "This will burn at first, but it will get better. Hold tight." Harry said, and started pushing into Tony, slowly. "Ahh. God, Tony!" Harry moaned, at the feeling of Tony's body accepting his cock.
"Mmm. Oh!" Tony groaned. It burned, but it also felt good. Tony threw back his head, as Harry's cock grazed his prostate.
Harry thrust into Tony, slowly. Stopping when his balls met Tony's ass. "You alright, baby?" Harry asked, voice strained. The pressure around his cock was immense, and pleasure was racing through him.
"Feels so good! Please move, Harry." Tony said, moving his hips.
Harry dropped his head onto Tony's shoulder, and groaned. "Give me a minute, Tone. You feel so amazing. I need a second, or I am going to come." He said into Tony's neck, trying to regain control. Harry reached down, and gripped Tony's cock. It had softened slightly at Harry's entry, but was hard again quickly.
Tony started thrusting his hips, fucking into Harry's hand. Harry groaned, then pulled back, thrusting back into Tony slowly. "Ohh, Harry! Faster!" Tony said, moving his hips frantically.
Harry started thrusting harder, moaning in extacy. "So hot, baby. So tight. God! You feel so good." Harry said, thrusting faster.
Tony was in Heaven. Harry's cock was rubbing against his prostate on every thrust. He had his head thrown back, and was biting his lip against the sensation. Harry was kissing his face, cheeks, eyelids, and mouth. His hot breath was causing Tony to shiver, and his low voice was full of praises.
"That's it, baby. You are so beautiful, Tony. You were made for my cock. Such a sweet ass." Harry rambled, thrusting faster. Harry tightened his grip around Tony's cock, and bit into his shoulder, harshly.
That was all it took for Tony. That little bit of pain sent him over the edge, and he was coming. "Uhh! Ah, ohhh! HARRY!" He screamed, coming so hard, some hit his chin.
Harry's thrusts stuttered at the feel of Tony's ass gripping him even tighter, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He thrust frantically for another moment, before pushing into Tony as far as he could, and groaning Tony's name as he came. Harry buried his face into Tony's neck, and shuddered.
Tony was so sated, he could hardly move. He moaned in slight discomfort as Harry pulled out, and collapsed onto his back. Harry used all of his remaining energy to get a warm, wet washcloth. He gently cleaned Tony off, murmering praises. He left the bedroom for a moment, and returned with a glass of water and a bottle of Advil. "Here, baby. Take this real quick, then we can sleep." Harry said, handing the pills to Tony.
Tony sat up, feeling a dull throbbing in his spine. He took the pills, sipping the water from the glass Harry held. He had never felt so cared for, and it made his chest ache. "Thank you. That was so hot." Tony said, as Harry pulled the comforter over their exhausted bodies.
Harry hummed in agreement. "Will you stay with me?" He asked, wanting to sleep beside Tony tonight.
"For as long as you will let me, Harry. For as long as you will let me." Tony whispered, cuddling close to Harry's side. They fell asleep, curled around each other.