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"After you."

Obadiah holds the door open for Tony.

Everything inside is ready, though nothing looks any different from usual. (Aside from the door to the bedroom being ajar rather than either fully open or closed.)

[OOC: Trigger warning for consensual rape fantasy scenario! Proceed with caution.]

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"...You are a miracle," says Tony. "I love you. Again. Still. Lots."

He smiles and kisses Tony's forehead, then gets up and goes first to the bathroom to clean up, and then out to the outer room to get their food.

He flops out on the bed.

Ten seconds and he's bored.

Twenty and he's a little bit anxious.

Not long after Obadiah steps into the outer room, Tony starts going through the Scary Box.

He has everything gathered together already, of course; it takes longer to wash the salve and the smell of rubber from his hands than it does to get their meal.

It's actually been slightly under two minutes when he returns with a pizza and a six-pack of Coke.

"Still love you," Tony says happily, glancing back at him. "Jesus, half this stuff is for show, right?"

"Of course it is," he says, putting the pizza box down between them on the bed and tugging a can out of its ring to hand it to Tony. "A couple of those aren't even meant for use by humans."

Obadiah believes in taking full advantage of the kind of access to other-world technology and inventions Milliways grants.

He rolls closer to the pizza, giggling, and accepts the can.

"Guess I really called it about the Tsar Cannon, then, huh."

"I could have kept it practical, but what fun would that have been?" Obadiah takes a can for himself and pops the tab. "I had an atmosphere to create."

The right atmosphere, as anyone who's worked PR can tell you, is ninety percent of the job.

"It worked."

Tony opens the box of pizza.

"...Obie, do you have a fucking stasis box in your living room?"

"Yep," he says. "I spend hours in here sometimes to catch up on things I haven't got time for back home. Temporal stasis tastes a hell of a lot better than nuking something I've had in the fridge for a week."

He gestures toward the box.

"I brought this up here three days ago and it's aged about three minutes."

If he sounds pleased with himself, it's because he is. He know Tony would like that little detail.

"Man, that's awesome. You're awesome. Can I take it apart?"

"Sure."

Anyone else he'd tell no. He's gotten kind of attached to that little piece of equipment.

But with Tony, there's no doubt that when it gets put back together, it'll not only still work, it'll work better.

"Awesome awesome. You're the best, Obie."

Obadiah smiles and takes a swig of soda.

Tony settles in with his Coke, his pizza, and his boundless delight.

It takes about a minute before he moves the pizza box so he can snuggle up again.

Obadiah's hands are both occupied at this point - Tony isn't the only one who worked up an appetite - but he obligingly shifts to lean against Tony a little.

It's okay. Hands-free snuggles still do the job.

He kisses Obie's shoulder between bites of pizza and even manages not to leave behind a smear of tomato sauce.

After taking another quiet moment to work on his pizza, he asks,

"Did you notice what I switched out while you were looking through that?"

He's curious.

"—nope," he says, "but I should have. Christ, what am I, Goldilocks?"

Obadiah laughs.

"What, you didn't think the one I used was just right?"

"Oh, it really fucking was."

"Mm. I could tell."

He takes a thoughtful bite of pizza.

"Maybe next time I'll stick around to watch you squirm."

"You could blindfold me," he suggests, "so I won't know if you're there or not."

Obadiah nods approvingly.

"Good idea," he says. "Then you won't know exactly what I'm using on you, either." But Obadiah will still be able to see his face as he does it. Not quite the same as watching his eyes, but an acceptable compromise.

Tony shivers pleasantly and leans his head on Obie's shoulder for a second. "Mm. I like it."