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He greets this development with a soft, pleading moan, his whole body shaking slightly with the tension of it. He needs this. Right now it's all he can want, for Obadiah to be closer, touching him, showing him as intimately as possible—as violently as necessary—how much this affected him too.

For the first time since he first pulled the gun on Tony back on the couch, Obadiah is not taking his time. He's moving as quickly as he can while still being efficient, dealing with the necessities of condom and lubrication before he grabs Tony's hips and pushes into him, hard.

And this time, there is no concealed care in his movements.

If he could get the breath for it, Tony would scream. He can't; the best he can manage is ragged panting and a high, sharp whine. Under other circumstances, this would be too much—too fast, too rough, too careless of his bruised and overstimulated body. As keyed up as he is, though, it's perfect.

Obadiah isn't done leaving bruises, but this will hardly be the first time Tony's hips have borne his marks. Though he's never been quite this rough with Tony before, the sex between them hasn't exactly been gentle, either.

Tony's cry just makes him dig his fingers in harder.

His voice gives out entirely at that. He throws his head back, shaking like a leaf, and gasps in air like a drowning man.

He can already tell he's not going to last long, but that's fine. It's clearly not going to take much to push Tony over the edge, either.

Obadiah looks Tony over as he fucks him, taking in the urgent arched line of his body and the marks standing out clearly on his flushed skin. It is, without a doubt, the most incredible thing he has ever seen.

It does not, in fact, take much to push Tony over the edge.

And when it happens, he really does scream.

Which, in turn, is all the encouragement Obadiah needs, though he is a little quieter about it.

Slowly, his grip on Tony's hips eases up.

He hasn't stopped shaking, but at least he can breathe now. In a little while maybe he'll be able to focus his eyes and form words.

Since Tony isn't showing any immediate signs of needing to be unlocked, Obadiah allows himself a couple minutes to recover and savor the moment before slowly getting up to dispose of the condom.

Once that's taken care of, he opens a drawer in the nightstand and takes out a little silver key.

By that time, Tony is quite capable of watching him, and he does. It's hard to say what he's thinking behind that look of dazed exhaustion; even Tony isn't sure.

He also takes out a small plastic container, which he puts down on the nightstand within easy arm's reach from the bed. Then he sits down and unlocks Tony's handcuffs.

"How are you feeling?" His tone is one of gentle affection, the complete opposite of how he's been talking to Tony since they began.

He has to get this part right. Tony was very clear about that.

He stretches out, curls up at Obadiah's side, and very slowly smiles.

"God. That was amazing," he says, letting his eyes drift shut.

(Obadiah could perhaps be forgiven for thinking that with a reaction like that, they're out of the water already.

They really aren't.)

Obadiah smiles and puts an arm around Tony, kissing his forehead.

"It certainly was," he agrees.

Tony snuggles a little closer, all the better to luxuriate in the contact.

"Sorry about all the mean stuff I said," he thinks to add. "I love you."

Obadiah chuckles.

"I know you didn't mean any of it," he says. "Neither did I.

"You're definitely not a tease," he adds, a bit dry.

"God no." He laughs. "I won't lie, I had fun with that part, but I would actually not last five minutes trying to play keep-away just for shits. You turn me on way too much."

"I know," he says.

Smugly.

Then he laughs.

...Tony starts giggling.

They are not mocking giggles. They are the most affectionate giggles in the world.

Obadiah grins and ruffles his hair.

Tony seems like he feels just fine.

Seems like it, doesn't he.

But he's also being very very snuggly even for Tony Stark, and that is saying something.

"I love you," he repeats, mainly contented and just a little wistful.

Hmm.

Obadiah touches Tony's hair again, this time to smooth it gently down.

"I know."

Tony smiles.

The smile fades slowly, in no hurry, but it does fade.

All right, well. He hadn't really thought it would be this easy.

"Tony?" he asks after a moment.

He looks at Obadiah steadily, thoughtfully, with affection and no fear.

Quiet, calm: "How many times were you tempted to give me more than you thought I could take?"