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Tony loved traveling. He was still famous of course, there was no where he could escape that. Especially since becoming Iron Man, but people didn't know to look for him. They'd think he looked familiar or he'd even been told once he looked like “that rich guy that's iron man.” Oftentimes it took a second glance before they realized who he was.
So when he found himself on a business trip selling his new clean energy offerings in dreary old London, he jumped at the chance to go clubbing. Dancing with a fresh slate where if someone recognized him it didn't instantly mean a whole crowd of sycophants would come streaming in from the other bars a few minutes later. He gave a few autographs, a couple winks and smiled at a few gaping faces but it was all nothing compared to the ready crowd he had to deal with at home.
He'd hopped a few joints before he'd found the current one. The music scene was definitely distinctly different in London but this place wasn't half bad. He still wasn't nearly drunk enough but he'd gotten distracted dancing. It was kinda nice dancing with normal club goers, rather than the super-model sycophants of Malibu. More authentic, less pushy. The occasional grope accompanied more by a shy attraction than by a calculating desire to be the one in his tabloids next morning.
He was dancing with a few girls, one with an amazing body and terrible teeth that he found a little endearing when a man boldly slid up behind him to join the gyrations. And fuck if that changed his focus. He hadn't taken a man home in a while. Hated the media circus that resulted. There was a chance they didn't catch on here in jolly old England though.
He ground back into the man, pressing himself into his broad chest. Large hands grabbed his hips and pulled him in.
Yeah, okay, he was definitely getting stuffed tonight.
He shifted after the next song to get a look at his dancing partner and his heart sank when he realized he just wasn't Tony’s type. He wasn't bad looking, fun tattoos but there was something in his leer that was a bit off putting. Tony excused himself to the bar to get another drink.
He sidled up the bar and waited for the bartender, marveling slightly that he had to wait at all. The man next to him was leaning with his back against the bar in a relaxed, curious sort of maner. He was giving Tony a look that Tony couldn't quite place. It held no recognition, but an intensity anyways. Made all the more intense by unnaturally green eyes that even the man's glasses couldn't hide.
Tony looked him up and down. Definitely Tony’s type although he looked more like he'd want to bottom than give Tony what he wanted right now. Looks could be deceiving though. He certainly had a rugged sort of look about him. Sex mussed wild black hair, stubble over a strong jaw. Muscled but lean and short. Strong calloused hands around his glass. Not the model gay boys of Miami that's for sure, but that was a bonus at this point.
He got his drink from the bartender and took a sip while making eye contact. The man gave him a surprisingly bashful sort of half smile for such intense eyes.
Tony leaned in so that his lips brushed the shell of the man's ear, suggestive but also necessary with the pounding music.
“Dance with me?” Tony asked.
“Can't dance,” the man laughed, his voice deep and the self-deprecation apparent even over the music. It wasn't a half assed turn down. Disappointing anyway.
“Watch me, then,” Tony said boldy, downing his drink and then smirking at the man as he walked backwards into the throng.
He danced some more. Everytime he looked up, the man's eyes were on him. Intense.
They were so intense.
Something about his look. He was interested, attracted but it was more than that. Not greedy, like Tony was used to. It wasn’t confident either even though he didn't break eye contact when Tony looked. The unwavering gaze made Tony feel flushed and hot, when they locked eyes.
Tony put on a show, used to being watched even if not like this. He danced sensually and enjoyed the soft smile on the man's face, so different from those eyes.
A red headed woman bounced off of the dance floor and over to the man. She leaned up to say something in his ear and he said something back, not looking away from Tony. She followed his gaze and her eyes landed on Tony. There was no recognition in her eyes either but she looked him over appreciatively and then yelled something back to the man who actually blushed. Then she pulled the drink out of the man's hand and pounded it back, slamming it onto the bar before patting him on the shoulder and flouncing back to the dance floor. She winked at Tony when she caught him watching but made no move to come dance with him. Losing herself in a different section of the crowd.
He looked back at the man who gave him a self deprecating little shrug and half smile. It didn't match those eyes.
Tony, impatient by nature, gave up on dancing and beckoned the man to follow him as he walked from the club. The cold damp night air was a shock to the hot and muggy club. His ears rang slightly with the drop in music.
The door opened and the man walked out, he gave a sharp look around as if scanned for something before relaxing as his gaze fell back on Tony.
“Ready to get out of here?” Tony asked.
“Where’re we headed?” The man asked and yes everyone had a British accent, it was London, but man did it do things for Tony.
“My room, with much less clothes,” Tony smirked. The man blushed and ran a hand through his already unruly black hair.
“Lead the way,” he huffed a laugh.
Happy drove up like perfect clockwork at that moment and Tony led the man into the back.
“I'm Harry, by the way,” the man said as he sat down.
“What an English name,” Tony laughed before closing the door and immediately pulling the man into a searing kiss. The man met him easily, pulling Tony into him. Tony slid into the man's lap and ground his ass down, trying to make it perfectly clear what position he was gunning for tonight.
“I don't get a name?” Harry asked between breaths before diving in to lick and bite along Tony's jaw and neck. Tony jerked back slightly.
“You actually don't know who I am?” Tony asked, searching those green eyes behind skewed glasses. They blinked at him, brow slightly scrunched.
“No, sorry,” he said, in perfect honesty. “Should I?”
“Tony,” Tony said. “My name's Tony.”
There still wasn't any glimmer of recognition in the man’s eyes and something about that sent a hot flush down Tony’s spine. He hadn't pulled someone who didn't know him in… years.
There wasn't much talking after that. It was a struggle to stay clothed in the car and Tony rushed them to his hotel room when they exited. Both to keep the press off them and because his impatience was at an all time high.
He barely opened the door before he was slammed against it, Harry's shorter height doing nothing to hinder his strength as he pressed Tony into the door and kissed him. Tony wrapped his legs around the man's hips and felt a thrill when the man didn't even blink, taking his weight completely.
Harry carried Tony to the large hotel bed and threw him down onto it, making Tony laugh happily. He hadn't been manhandled in so long and often when it happened it felt a little threatening, but despite the eyes, there was nothing very threatening about Harry. Even as he slotted himself between Tony's legs and pressed Tony into the mattress to kiss him.
They tugged impatiently at each other's shirts, kissing the entire time. Harry's hands slid up Tony’s stomach till he brushed the arch reactor and pulled away, a look of confusion on his face.
“Sorry, I'm a complete pillock,” Harry said. “I don't know what this is. Is it okay to touch it?”
“Gently,” Tony said. Normally he said no, but something about Harry’s genuine concern and obvious non-recognition let his guard down.
Harry hummed and leaned back in to suck on Tony's neck. His fingers danced around the edge of the arc reactor on their quest to pinch at Tony's nipples. Somehow the gentle brush around the arch reactor that he never aloud sent far more sensation through his body than the nipples but both were good.
His own hands traced Harry's bronzed skin and toned muscles. The man had a number of odd scars, but it gave him a rugged appearance that matched the messy hair and rough hands.
Harry backed up to unbutton Tony’s pants and pull them off. Harry stood on the side of the bed and raked Tony’s body hungrily with those eyes.
“Merlin you're fit,” Harry groaned. Tony laughed, unable to help himself.
“Merlin?” Tony teased.
“Er, sorry, turn of phrase I picked up from a friend,” the man said sheepishly, blushing and rubbing the back of his head. Tony suddenly considered traveling to London regularly just to hook up with people this authentic more often.
“Nevermind,” Tony smirked. “I want you inside me, yesterday, hurry up.”
Harry groaned again, biting his lip and raking Tony’s body again. He shucked off his own pants, revealing more muscled tanned skin and a healthy sized cock. Not long but quite thick.
“Okay big guy,” Tony said, sitting up so that Harry stood bracketed between his legs, and grabbing the man's cock firmly. “Normally I can just take it, but I'm going to need prep for this.”
Harry chuckled and bent down to kiss Tony fiercely before pushing him back onto the bed and leaning down to kiss along Tony’s stomach and hip.
“Flavored condoms in that drawer if you want your mouth to go where it looks like it's going,” Tony said, pointing at the bedside table he always prepped before he pulled anyone back to a hotel room. “Lube too, for the rest.”
Harry hummed, placing a kiss on his inner thigh before standing and examining the drawer.
Tony had the brief recognition that he really was not nearly drunk enough for these awkward in between moments of sex, before Harry interrupted the thought.
“You have bacon and whiskey condoms?” Harry laughed, pulling out a couple packages and waving them around.
“Don't forget pumpkin spice,” Tony teased.
“You can't be serious,” Harry said, rooting through the drawer. Then he laughed that deep laugh of his. “You are serious!”
Harry pulled out a pumpkin spice condom, packaging covered in over the top fall leaves and orange pumpkins. He tossed it onto the bed next to Tony along with a couple of normal condoms and some lube.
“You're not actually going to use it?” Tony laughed.
“I like pumpkin,” Harry chuckled, coming back over and kissing Tony again.
“You do know pumpkin spice doesn't actually have pumpkin flavor right? It's a complete lie so people will think adding cinnamon to a drink is fancy,” Tony said conversationally as Harry picked Tony up and tossed him more properly onto the bed.
“Better than bacon,” Harry said as he kissed his way down Tony's body again. Tony heard the packaging of the ridiculous condom being torn open.
“I have non gag flavors too- ooh!” Tony said before sucking in a breath as Harry very suddenly and rather sensually slid the condom on, followed almost instantly by his mouth. Tony bucked up involuntarily into the sudden heat.
Harry easily maneuvered one of Tony’s legs over his shoulder and soon a slick finger found itself tracing along Tony’s entrance before sinking into him. Tony groaned again at the strange intrusion. It had been so long since anyone had done this for him. He definitely wasn't used to it.
He still knew what he was doing though, acclimating himself quickly so that it took no time at all before Harry was adding another finger and then another. Tony was thankful for the condom as a slight barrier to the delicious things Harry was doing with his tongue or he'd have come by the second finger.
“Enough prep,” Tony groaned. “Fuck me now.”
Harry pulled off and kissed his way up Tony's body, reaching over to grab a pillow and put it under Tony’s hips. Tony lifted them to help.
Normally he'd be much happier turning around and getting pounded without having to look too closely at who was doing the pounding. Especially with how under drunk he was for the situation, but he kinda liked the idea of seeing those intense eyes so he didn't protest.
Harry kissed him as he put on a thankfully normal condom, slicked himself up and lined up.
“You taste like fake plastic nutmeg,” Tony groaned, pulling a face. Harry chuckled into his neck before pushing into Tony’s body.
They both moaned as the head of Harry's cock breached Tony's tight muscles. Harry paused and Tony wrapped his legs around Harry's hips to pull him in the rest of the way. Harry rocked forward in a hard thrust to bottom out and they both groaned again.
“Fuck,” Tony panted. “I won't break.”
Harry propped himself up slightly, those intense eyes searching Tony’s for something. Tony felt exposed under them. He didn't understand how Harry's sex skewed glasses didn't hide that look.
Whatever Harry was looking for, he seemed to have found it, because he immediately started a brutal pace that made Tony break eye contact to throw his head back in ecstasy. He hadn't been filled in so long and it was amazing. He felt so stretched. So full. Somehow so much more connected than he normally felt. He blinked his eyes open and found Harry's face scrunched in pleasure and concentration. His brow furrowed and lip bitten between his teeth, but his eyes weren't closed. He was still looking at Tony's face like he didn't want to miss a second of Tony.
Tony felt pulled into those eyes but he couldn't keep his own open. The sensation and pace was too much. He had one hand braced on the headboard so that he wasn't rocked into it by the force of Harry thrusts and the other desperately grabbing at Harry's arm for some kind of purchase.
Then Harry grabbed one of Tony's legs to push it over his shoulder, which changed the angle so that Harry was nailing Tony's prostate with each forceful thrust and Tony was truly lost.
The crashing waves of pleasure and the feeling of being completely full, completely at someone's mercy had Tony writhing and moaning. Talking absolute gibberish when normally he was the king of dirty talk and continuous flirting. Pleasure built in his gut hot and roiling, making his toes curl.
He reached down to grab at his throbbing and neglected cock but Harry grabbed his hand away and pinned it on the bed.
“You wanna be done already?” Harry growled into his ear, before licking up his neck. His pace never studdering. “I'm not done with you yet.”
Tony groaned and gave himself over. His mouth was invaded by hot tongue and he could barely recognize the faint hints of weird nutmeg anymore. Too lost in the sensation of being completely taken over.
He had no sense of time anymore. So full and absolutely pounded. Over and over and over.
Somehow Harry flipped him, and he found himself on his hands and knees, arching into Harry's cock as it continued to send tantalizing pleasure through his body.
When he couldn't hold himself up anymore, he collapsed onto the bed. Harry followed him, using his weight to press Tony into the mattress as he continued to fucked him. Finally the friction of the blankets on his aching erection as Harry forced him into the bed, was enough for Tony to spill over. His long building orgasm cresting over him in a kind of desperate flood of release. He whited out completely.
Sex and a really good orgasm almost always put Tony to sleep. Which was half the reason he pulled so often and the entire reason that Pepper had to kick out his one night stands so often.
He was still normally capable of a few minutes of cleanup before he was out, but this time he was only vaguely aware of Harry pulling the condom off him, cleaning them up and ticking him in. He mostly noticed the lights being turned off.
Tony blinked awake with not nearly the amount of headache he was used to and a hard chest covered in drool under his cheek. He pushed himself up, yawning and wiping his face clean.
“Jarvis?” Tony asked, only to blink when there was no answer and he realized he was stuck in a hotel and not his room at home.
“Mmm, forget my name already?” A deep voice asked. It sounded amused and teasing, not offended.
“You're Harry,” Tony said, grinning down at the man whose hair really didn't look any worse after a full night of shagging and sleep. It started out looking like that. He wasn't wearing his glasses and his intense eyes were out of focus as a result, making them finally look… normal. They were still strikingly green though. “Jarvis is my AI that helps me, and I forgot he wouldn't be here.”
“I have no idea what that means,” Harry chuckled, reaching over to the bedside to grab his glasses and put them on. He made no effort to clean his Tony slobbered chest or remove the hand he had resting on Tony's hip.
Tony flopped over to the side of the bed to pull his phone out of the pocket of his pants and plugged it in. He waited a second before turning it on.
“Jarvis?” Tony asked.
“Yes sir?” Jarvis's voice came from the tinny phone speakers.
“My flight this morning, delay it,” Tony said.
“Of course sir, when would you like to depart?”
“Hey gorgeous,” Tony said to Harry, running a hand through the man's thick, unruly hair. “How long can I keep you in this bed with me?”
“Well, I don't work today,” Harry smiled, blushing shyly at the compliment.
“Jarvis set my flight to tomorrow at noon,” Tony said.