IronStrange Smut One-Shots

How to wake up Stephen Strange - a guide by Tony Stark (Part 1)

So, I am going straight to hell for this and I honestly don't care. Have fun.

"Stephen.", Tony softly whispered into the other man's ear, his breath warm on Stephen's skin. He smiled when the sorcerer mumbled something incomprehensible and attempted to turn away from him. He should know better than to think that he could escape so easily.

One of Tony's fingers lightly caressed his boyfriend's cheek before he spoke up again. "Stephen, it's time to rise and shine." There was another sound, this one more akin to a groan and definitely something he wouldn't make in his sleep. He was awake, then.

A wide grin formed on his lips. "I know you're pretending, sweetcheeks."

"You also know that I hate it when you call me that, Tony.", came the quiet but cold reply.

"Sorry, babe."

"Tony. Stop it."

"Sweetie-pie, sugar, pumpkin-"

"If you don't stop this instant-" Stephen cut himself off before he finished the threat, still refusing to open his eyes and look at him. This way he couldn't even see Tony and his adorable pout which he knew would let him get away with most things he said.

"But I have so many more in store... like honeysuckle, Stephanie.. bae." The last one did it. Stephen's eyes flew open and he loudly snarled at him, even swatting his hand away from his face.

"Whoa.", Tony tried to calm him but ended up getting distracted by the fact that during Stephen's outburst the blanket that had covered him had moved considerably down his body and was now exposing his magnificent collarbone. For a moment, he just basked in the glory that was Stephen Strange's upper body.

He caught himself. "I'm sorry."

Green-blue eyes met his hazel ones. "Why don't I believe you?", the other man accused him, followed by the attempt to sink back into the bed and no doubt, to sleep. This time, Tony let him since Stephen hadn't bothered to pull up the sheets again and therefore leaving his glorious chest exposed.

"And stop ogling me."

He smirked, trying his best not to lower his head and softly bite Stephen's neck to taste his salty skin there. "It's not my fault.", he justified himself because it really wasn't. It was entirely Stephen's fault.

"It makes you look desperate, Tony."

His smirk widened. "I am desperate."

"Well, and I am tired. This is the first day in weeks that I am able to sleep in."

It was true, even Tony had to admit that. The past month had been really hard, the Avengers and business at the sanctum taking a heavy toll on both of them. Not only were they always out and trying their best to keep the world from exploding; it also left them little time together.

And it really left Tony desperate to treasure every second he could get alone with him.

"That's why I have the perfect day planned for us.", he told Stephen while starting to kiss his cheek. The reserved hum he got didn't really agree with him. He tried to convince him while keeping his lips connected to his face. "Really, I do."

"No, thanks. I don't want to do something fancy that will with no doubt result in me being on every gossip magazine cover." Wow, he was being really uncooperative. And wrong.

"No, nothing like that.", he assured him, his hands creeping up Stephen's body until they cupped his face. The tall man's eyes opened again. "I thought about staying in." His fingers wound themselves into beautiful, salt-and-pepper hair. "You know, ordering pizza, watching a movie, cuddling on the couch."