just because its june! June! JUNE!

5. perfect (scar worship)

light NFSW because it's Tony, what do you expect.

Correction: badly written NFSW

Set after the surgery in IM3

(Hit me if it goes over 500 words)

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Tony moaned into the kiss be shared with Stephen, the latter pushing the billionaire into their room. The two awkwardly manervoured to the foot of Tony's bed, their lips never parting. The only time they lost contact was when Stephen threw Tony onto the bed, then climbed on top of him and returned to kissing him like a man deprived of water.

Tony's hands made their way under the sorcerer's shirt, desperate to get it off. Stephen's rough hands did the same, wrapping around Tony's waist, shaking fingers dancing across light skin. The sorcerer made to push Tony's shirt up when the latter made a noise and pushed his lover off.

"No, don't-" Tony panted, face red.

Stephen frowned. "What's wrong? I thought you said you wanted this?"

Tony sighed. "I-i do. I promise, I really do, it's just... since the reactor, it's not the most-" Tony swallowed thickly. "It's not pretty."

Stephen looked at him. "I get it. But I love you, you and all your scars and jagged edges. I think you're perfect."

The billionaire looked up at his lover, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. "I know. And I love you too, but this.. these scars, the mess that is my chest it's just..."

"Shhhh." Stephen cut Tony off with a hand over his mouth. "You don't have to show me, but-" He cupped Tony's face in his hand. "Look."

Stephen held up a shaky hand and muttered a few words under his breath. A yellow light sparked on his hands, then dissapated as soon as it had come. The illusion/stabilizing spell that had been placed on the doctor's hands had been lifted and now they were shaking twice as normal- and had many more scars crisscrossing the pinkish skin.

"Your hands..." Tony whispered.

Stephen nodded sadly. "My hands. There's no illusion spell, or stabilizing spell on them now. I'm showing you the entirety of them. And yes, they're ugly, and yes, they hurt, but they're what brought me to you, and for that, I am grateful." Stephen smiled softly as Tony gingerly took one of Stephen's mangled hands. "I'm not forcing you to reveal your scars because I get it. And if you want to continue like this, to have sex with your shirt on, that's okay. Because I love you, and nothing will convince me otherwise."

Tony pressed a soft kiss to the back of Stephen's hand. Stephen flinched slightly at the pressure, having never had someone touch him like that. "Sorry-" Tony started.

"No, no, don't apologize. I just... no one's ever-"

"Was it okay?"

"No, yes, it was... it felt... good." Stephen breathed out.

Tony responded with a thousand other kisses, his mouth tracing every one of Stephen's scars. Tony's scratchy chin brushed over one of the more sensitive parts of Stephen's hand and the latters breath hitched.

"I love you." Tony whispered, looking up at Stephen, his eyes glowing in the dim light of their bedroom. "I love you so, so, much, including your scars. I think they're beautiful- it's a reminder of what you've been through, what you've overcome."

As Stephen studied his lovers face, he felt tears well up in the corners of his eyes. "I... I never thought of it that way... no one's-" his breath hitched as he repressed a sob. "no one's ever told me that."

Tony slowly slid his hands up Stephen's arms, reaching his neck and pulling him into a soft, slow kiss.

When they finally parted, Tony rested his forehead against Stephen's and smiled. "It's true. I know it is because I've lived it."

Stephen closed his eyes, tears falling freely now.

"Thank you..."

Tony responded with another kiss, his rough, calloused hands cupping his cheeks, gently brushing away the doctors salty tears.

"You're welcome." Tony let go of Stephen's face and flopped onto the bed in a position that sent sparks through Stephen's veins- mostly in his groin. "Now get over here, I'm too horny for this sappy stuff!"

Stephen laughed and obeyed, crawling on top of his boyfriend, pinning the mechanics hands above his head, earning a small squeak.

Stephen responded by leaning down and taking Tony's lips in a rough, hard kiss. And for the first time since his accident, Stephen didn't care that his hands shook too hard to properly hold his lover down, he didn't care about how they looked, he didn't even care that someone had seen his scars without any magic barriers. All he could think about was Tony: how Tony made him feel, how Tony was able to love him, how Tony wanted to love him, how Tony had kissed everyone of his scars, reminding him how much the genius loved him. Every little bit of him.

Stephen loved this man so f-cking much.

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Finally, I finished it! I hope you liked it! And there might be a part two (no, not smut, sorry) for Stephen seeing Tony's arc reactor scars.

Who knows.

Everything amounts to 865 words, oof