Business Partners (TSxM!R)

Business Partners

//MILD NSFW WARNING

Tony Stark- A genius, billionaire, playboy philanthropist who seemed to pull the world's technological strings with his fingertips. On top of his influence, the wealth he had was unmatched, donating to charities, buying cars when he lost one. He was in control of everything he wanted. Yet when he was seemingly alone at night, a certain body under his, he didn't know how to really be in control of his emotions. Even through his bulletproof suits, and untouchable ego, he still managed to crumble under the rough and light touches of a man who wasn't even considered a 'public figure'.

That man was none other than (F/N), (L/N). Known as his business partner, the shadow to Pepper Potts and wanna-be tinkerer. The (H/C) man was influential in smaller ways, owning his own company which controled manufacturers all over Europe, producing complex, basic task machines for cheap. Of course this was all under the radar, the young man having to keep a low profile half the time.

At the moment, Tony was busy pushing (Y/N) against the wall behind closed doors, kissing his lips heatedly as he rushed. "Tony- Fuck, Tony. I have a meeting tomorrow in London, I can't-" The (H/C) man tries to speak, cutting himself off with a sharp, almost silent gasp when the brunette's teeth met his neck.

"What? Can't squeeze an hour in?" Tony teased, laughing lightly in victory when earning a small sigh, although already knowing the hour would go over.

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An alarm went off as (Y/N) groaned, turning in the bed and looking at his phone. His eyes widened as he mumbled a string of curses, fumbling out of the bed and pulling his clothes on quickly.  "Baby where you goin?" Tony said tiredly, words coming out like a slow groan as he looked up to see the young entrepreneur scrambling to smooth out his clothes as he winced.

"I have that meeting and the flight is going to leave in thirty minutes." He said, already tugging his jacket on slipping his shoes over his feet.

"I can get you there in 15, relax. Why do you look like you're hurting?" When given a concerned look (Y/N) glared lightly, running his hands through his hair in attempts to smooth it out.

"I'm sore." He responded quietly, looking down his shirt and sighing as Tony got up.

"Babe, what did I say about the hickies?" the brunette glanced over with a smirk.

"If I recall, I didn't hear you complaining when I gave them."

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(Y/N) leaned into seat of the cherry red corvette, lightly tinted sun glasses over his tired eyes as Tony talked aimlessly about an idea he had, speeding through the streets and narrowing missing turns every few minutes. The young man added in comments, agreeing and disagreeing, adding onto and subtracting before the car drove straight into the loading bay for the jet, jerking to a stop in front of the plane.

"Alrighty, have fun, don't drink too much, and if you do, call me." Tony said, winking towards (Y/N) as he got out the car, suit case in hand and rolling his eyes with a smile.

"Yea yea, thanks boss." He half joked, noticing a few other people standing by the stairs to the jet, dressed in suits and holding important looking papers.

The older man glanced to them before looking back at him. "Don't sweat it, babe. Just smile and nod then do whatever the fuck you want." He said, earning another look.

"I'll keep it in mind. See ya Ton." (Y/N) said, adjusting his grip on the suit case before turning his head towards the small mass of important people.

"See you, business partner."

Tony then promptly backed the car up as the (H/C) man walked off, hearing the tires screech and speed away, leaving his partner to deal with the big kids and big words.