Tony stood in the middle of the living room, feeling a little... awkward for the first time. He had built great structures and created cutting-edge technology, but preparing to decorate the house for Christmas had made him unusually busy. Decorations were everywhere: lights, balls, stars, and even things he never thought he would arrange himself. Tony looked at the Christmas tree that had been erected in the middle of the room, lacking decorations, but he still felt a little excited, a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time.

Memories of Christmas came flooding back. As a child, Christmas had always been a strange time. Howard was always busy, never home on Christmas Eve. To him, it was just a waste of time, not worth worrying about. Tony remembered Howard's cold attitude, his disdain for such small family activities. Only his mother and Jarvis - the beloved butler who Tony considered a father - really kept the house festive.

Tony remembered the first time he sat on Jarvis's shoulders, his hands shaking with excitement as he stuck the star on the top of the tree. Jarvis smiled, his strong hand holding little Tony on his shoulder, while his mother stood below, smiling proudly and cheering. It was probably the most memorable Christmas of his life, a brief moment filled with warmth and love. The Christmases that followed, Tony only received small packages, placed by his bedside after that day, sometimes delivered by the maid on behalf of his parents.

He remembers that at the age of four, when he built his first circuit board, the joy of understanding how it worked was so great that he did not realize that it was the moment when Howard began to completely change his life. His father dragged Tony into the labs, sending him to genius training courses, where there was no room for play or rest. Christmas, from then on, was no longer a holiday but just a pale milestone in a busy work schedule, full of math problems and research projects.

Tony smiled wryly at the memory. He sighed, looked at the star in his hand, and stuck it on top of the tree. Some part of him still wanted to create a new memory, a real Christmas, something he hadn't really had since he was a child.

Tony stood silently by the window, looking out where the snow had begun to fall, the fluffy white snowflakes gently covering every roof and tree branch, turning the whole neighborhood into a peaceful, quiet picture. The cold of winter permeated the air, bringing with it the characteristic chill of Christmas. He remembered his childhood days, when he often looked out the window, watching other families reunited around the warm fire in the fireplace, laughter and joy filling the houses across the street. As for him... he could only stand from afar and quietly watch, not daring to wish for much.

Tony felt a mixture of jealousy and admiration. Although he was known as a genius since childhood, deep inside, Tony was still just a boy with simple wishes like any other child. He craved warm moments and simple, cute gifts - the things that his friends his age often received. They had toy cars, soft teddy bears, or sometimes new clothes, but all were full of the innocence of childhood. Meanwhile, Tony received gifts that he had never really desired.

His presents were always wrapped in glittering silver paper and delicate red ribbons, looking luxurious and expensive. But when opened, they were filled with books, high-end technical documents, or items for the upper class – designer clothes or technological devices that a child like him would never expect. As he grew older, the number of such gifts increased, but none of them truly made Tony happy. They were just expressions of wealth, of his father's desire to foster talent, but lacked the sophistication, the understanding of what a child needed to feel happy.

Tony remembered his favorite gift – not something expensive or high-tech, but a teddy bear. It was a pale yellow teddy bear, with big, round, sparkling brown eyes, full of fluff and softness. Jarvis had given it to him when he was only three years old, and it had become Tony's best friend. He would often hold it close to his chest, close his eyes, and imagine himself not in a cold mansion, but in a warm home with his loved ones.

The teddy bear followed him through the years, from lonely days in the lab to fitful sleep after the harsh lessons that Howard had set for him. The bear became a precious memento, the thing that Tony felt most attached to in his stressful life. But then, it all ended on the day his Malibu mansion was attacked and burned to the ground. Tony lost many things that day, but the thing that hurt him the most was probably losing his teddy bear, the last symbol of a childhood he never really had.

Tony took a deep breath, trying to push away the painful memories as he looked at the room before him. The Christmas lights were twinkling, the tree was fully decorated, the star on top reminded him of the first time he sat on Jarvis's shoulder, his mother standing below smiling proudly. That was probably the best Christmas memory Tony had ever had. In the years since, everything has changed, and Christmas has become just another day in a busy schedule, or a playboy's day, or a crazy, wild party. But this year, Tony wanted to do something different, to feel a little bit of the warmth he had lost for so long.

Sometimes , amidst the sparkling lights and bustling atmosphere of the holiday season, what you really want is simply a moment of peace, a little bit of warm affection... something that money or talent can never bring.

Two days ago, Tony had sent an email to Stephen Strange, inviting him to his house for Christmas. It wasn't a big party or a big gathering—in fact, it was a private invitation, just the two of them. Lars had gone home to his family for Christmas. Thinking about it, Tony felt a little nervous and anxious. He wondered if Stephen had received his invitation, because Stephen wasn't the type to approach easily, and not having his phone number made Tony uneasy.

But this morning, when Tony checked his inbox, his eyes lit up when he saw an email from Stephen. A few short but full words of confirmation: "I'll be there. Thanks for the invitation." That alone had Tony smiling foolishly all morning.

Is this a date? Tony wondered, then quickly dismissed the thought. "No, not really... Just a Christmas gathering." But deep down, Tony knew that not all gatherings were decorated like this .

The table was set with the traditional Christmas dinner. He had laid out the usual fare: roast turkey, pudding, and of course, glasses of warm red wine. But then, Tony felt a little embarrassed as he looked around the room. Not only was there food, but there were also... candles. The white wax candles stood proudly in the middle of the table, creating a cozy atmosphere, but Tony wondered if he had gone too far.

Actually, Friday – his daughter had suggested he add these candles. Friday had even suggested a small vase of roses for the table, and Tony could only nod in agreement, though he wasn't sure about it. Was he planning an evening that was too romantic? Tony suddenly felt confused. "It's not flirting..." he told himself, but he couldn't help but think about what could have happened.

All of this reminded Tony of his awkwardness when he invited Stephen over the other day. He felt a little embarrassed, wondering if he had misread the doctor's signals. There was something... strange about Stephen. Every gesture, every look he gave Tony made him feel like he was being swept up in a current of emotions he had never experienced before. But was it just his imagination? Tony couldn't be sure.

Meanwhile, Friday kept adding romantic touches to the dinner. "Boss, maybe we should add some more flowers to warm things up," her voice boomed evenly. "And maybe some more wine for variety."

"Friday, enough!" Tony protested, running a hand through his hair. "We don't need to get all romantic. This is just... a normal dinner."

Tony slumped down in his chair, staring up at the ceiling, trying to imagine Stephen's face as he walked through the door. "Does he think I'm being flirted with?" The feeling made Tony nervous and amused at the same time. It had been a long time since Tony had planned an evening with someone, and he had never been very good at it, Pepper and the restaurant had everything set up, he just bought a bunch of flowers and drove around in his bright red Audi flirting with the girls.

But deep down, Tony knew that this wait was unlike any other. Stephen Strange was unpredictable, and Tony was still unsure of the emotions he was facing. But one thing was clear, this evening would be special, no matter how it played out. He just had to prepare himself for whatever came next.

"Boss, remember that Christmas is a time to bring joy and warmth" Friday said, as if reading Tony's mind.

"Yes, that's right," Tony whispered, his eyes flicking to the Christmas tree glistening in the corner of the room. "Joy and warmth... Hopefully this time I'll feel both."

...

Stephen Strange stood in his room, his hands fidgeting as he rummaged through his wardrobe, which contained few decent clothes. His eyes scanned each shirt, each pair of pants that he rarely paid attention to. Is this too formal? And this... is it too casual? Stephen muttered to himself, then, unable to bear the hesitation, he went to find Wong for advice.

Wong, who was sitting quietly sipping tea in the next room, had been bothered by Stephen so many times that he was getting annoyed. Every time Stephen came in with a new outfit, his worried eyes and questions: "How does this look? Does it fit?" made Wong sigh and patiently answer, until he couldn't stand it anymore.

The tenth time Stephen appeared, Wong frowned: "Stephen, wear whatever you want. No one cares about your clothes that much. Don't worry too much, your Soulmate doesn't care about that!" But Stephen didn't give up easily.

"How can I not be nervous? This...this is the first time he's invited me. You don't understand," Stephen argued, his voice laced with tension. "I need everything to be perfect."

Finally, after a moment of unbearable pain, Wong put down his teacup and sighed in exasperation. "I'm going to Kamar-Taj. Do it yourself." And ignoring Stephen's confused calls after him, Wong disappeared through the gate, leaving the room silent. Stephen's cloak, which always accompanied him, paid no attention this time. It fluttered in the corner, then flew up to the hanger, leaving Stephen alone in the tangled mess of clothes.

"Selfish, too selfish," Stephen muttered, but quickly returned his focus to the most important task—finding the perfect outfit.

After much deliberation, Stephen finally settled on a light blue shirt, a color that perfectly accentuated his deep-set eyes. The fitted shirt highlighted his well-defined physique and made his pale skin appear more vibrant. He paired it with black khaki pants that hugged his long legs. Not wanting to go too overboard but still wanting to make an impression, he opted for a long black coat, and to add a pop of color, he decided to transform the coat into a bright red scarf. Not only would it keep him warm, but it also added a festive touch fitting for the occasion.

After taking one last look at himself in the mirror, Stephen nodded, somewhat satisfied. "Okay... that's good enough." But when he looked at his watch, his heart began to beat faster. There were only a few minutes left until his appointment with Tony. A mixture of nervousness and excitement filled his heart.

But before leaving, he did not forget the gift he had prepared. Stephen carefully picked up the small package from the table where he had placed it earlier. The small silver box, tied with a red ribbon, fit comfortably in his hand. The gift seemed modest, and simple, but Stephen hoped it would please Tony. He smiled slightly, a warm feeling spreading in his heart as he thought about the moment of giving that gift.

After a final check, Stephen gently tucked the package into his jacket pocket, making sure it was safe, and opened the portal. Unlike usual, he carefully chose a location about 50 meters away from Tony's house, avoiding appearing too suddenly. He wanted to have time to calm down, avoid suspicion, and mentally prepare before entering Tony's house, where he hoped it would be a special Christmas.

The winter air enveloped him as Stephen stepped through the portal and gently closed it. The distant Christmas lights were already beginning to flicker, lining the path leading to Tony's house. A thin layer of snow covered his feet, making a soft crunching sound as he walked. The feeling of excitement was still there, but this time, it was a strange feeling, a mixture of anxiety and anticipation.

Stephen walked closer to Tony's house, the Christmas lights flickering from inside adding to the cozy atmosphere. The Christmas tree was beautifully decorated, the soft yellow light shining through the windows, reflecting on the snow outside. The festive atmosphere was overwhelming, enchanting, but it was the feeling of excitement in his heart that made his steps slow. Stephen took a deep breath before reaching up to ring the doorbell, feeling awkward and expectant.

But before his heart could beat any faster, the door swung open. Tony's doe-brown eyes appeared before Stephen, sparkling as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time. "Doctor is right on time!" Tony said with a smile, his voice soft but not without excitement.

Suddenly, Tony's warm hand grabbed Stephen's wrist, pulling him into the house with a naturalness that surprised both of them. Stephen was pulled without any reaction, just following the flow, his eyes still glued to Tony's deep brown eyes. That closeness and comfort made him unconsciously want to keep quiet, as if even a word would break this moment.

Tony, who didn't know why he had unconsciously pulled Stephen's hand, quickly realized that his action was a bit too natural. He felt his whole body heating up, his heart beating fast in his chest, but his eyes still tried to remain calm. "What did I just do?" Tony thought to himself, trying to hide his confusion. He had originally planned to wait behind the door to scare Stephen when Friday told him the doctor was coming, but the opposite reaction when he saw Stephen's handsome appearance made him freeze.

Tony had prepared a sly line, but when he saw Stephen, his heart was crushed by the man's appearance. 'Oh shit!... when did he... get so handsome?' Tony thought to himself, but instead of blurting out something impressive, he just awkwardly blurted out, "Doctor is on time" — a line so trivial that Tony wanted to slap himself.

Stephen stepped into the house, his eyes slightly raised as he looked around. Tony's hand was still warm, but he quickly let go as he led Stephen into the living room. Tony's mind was racing with mixed thoughts. "Am I being too obvious?" he wondered, his eyes unconsciously glued to Stephen's tall figure as he walked. Too handsome. Too perfect. All of it was distracting.

The two of them approached the dining table, which Tony had spent the afternoon preparing. He cleared his throat, trying to sound confident, but his lips were dry and his voice seemed to be unable to form properly. Tony looked up at Stephen, gauging his reaction. Finally, he ventured, "Will you join me for dinner, Stephen?"

Stephen was still in shock. His eyes widened as he saw the scene before him: a meticulously decorated dining table with flickering candles, traditional Christmas dishes, and elegant red roses on the table. The whole room was filled with a warm atmosphere, soft jazz tunes were playing from somewhere, creating a space that was both formal and intimate.

Stephen blinked, still unable to believe what was happening. "Tony Stark... throwing a Christmas dinner... so romantic... just for one person?" He thought to himself, and felt his heart beat faster.

Tony, noticing the look of surprise on Stephen's face, couldn't help but feel amused. He had succeeded in making an impression. Finally, he can surprise him, Tony thought, his confidence beginning to return. But at the same time, a slight worry crept into his mind as he feared he was overreacting.

Stephen couldn't help but notice every detail in the room. The soft glow of the candles, the aroma of the carefully prepared food, and the bouquet of red roses that dominated the space. All of this created an extremely romantic atmosphere, something that Stephen had not expected when he accepted the invitation.

"I didn't know you were so prepared," Stephen said, smiling slightly, his voice soft but tinged with surprise. "I didn't expect this evening to be so... special."

Tony smiled, though he was still a little nervous. "I don't know what I'm doing. But... I think you'll like it." There was a deeper meaning to his words, and Stephen could sense it.

Tony and Stephen sat across from each other, the candlelight from the table casting a warm glow on their faces. The atmosphere in the room was light but tense. They both felt it, but neither wanted to be the first to break the silence.

Tony cleared his throat, reaching for his drink to ease the awkwardness. "So, I think I went a little overboard with the evening" he said, glancing at the flickering candles and bouquet of red roses in front of Stephen.

Stephen raised an eyebrow, his blue eyes fixed on Tony with a mischievous glint. "A little too much?" he repeated, his tone sarcastic but not too harsh. "A Tony Stark who doesn't go too far? I don't think that exists."

Tony chuckled, his shoulders relaxing as he felt Stephen relax. "Touché. I forgot you could read me so well." He set his glass down and looked Stephen straight in the eye, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "But hey, if I don't make a big deal out of it, you don't have anything to look forward to, do you?"

Stephen leaned back, his lips curving into a soft smile. "I won't deny that. But I also had no idea you were capable of organizing such a romantic evening. Who knew Tony Stark had a... knack for creating atmosphere?"

Tony raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised to hear the word "romantic" come out of Stephen's mouth. "Romantic? Are you implying that I succeeded? But hey! I'm good at creating atmosphere!" He leaned forward, smiling playfully but his eyes were sharp.

Stephen smiled but didn't answer right away. He picked up his glass, swirling it around in his hand before speaking. "It depends on what you're trying to accomplish." His voice was lower, carrying a gentle challenge. "Are you just trying to make Christmas dinner or... is there something else I should be aware of?"

Tony felt the heat in his chest rise, but this time it wasn't from embarrassment, but from the subtle game between them. "That's a good question, Dr. Strange," Tony said, his tone becoming softer, almost flirtatious. "I guess I'm just testing you to see if you're quick enough to catch the hint."

Stephen took a sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving Tony, the half smile still present. "And did I catch it?"

Tony grinned, his eyes twinkling. "I think you know you've got it. I'm not the type to keep things secret for too long." Tony leaned back in his chair, eyes still on Stephen, as if testing him, trying to see how he would respond.

Stephen put down his glass, his body leaning forward slightly, his deep blue eyes seemed to read every thought in Tony's mind. "Then tell me, Tony. What do you want from me?"

Tony chuckled, his voice now less playful and more sincere. "I want... you here, with me. Not just for Christmas, not just for a casual date. But... more."

The space between the two suddenly became quieter. Stephen looked deep into Tony's eyes, in that moment, he realized that the flirting was no longer a game, but a confession from Tony's heart.

The room was now filled with a tense silence, but it was no longer awkward like before, but a special atmosphere, filled with unspoken emotions. Stephen's eyes were locked on Tony, where the previous flirtation had turned into a sincere confession, straight from the heart. Stephen felt his heart pounding harder than ever, an overwhelming feeling spreading through his body, making him hesitate for a moment.

His hands shook slightly as he took a small gift box from inside his jacket. He placed it on the table, his blue eyes still fixed on Tony, as if searching for some sign of his reaction. Tony's hand moved slightly, then he looked at Stephen, his eyes shining with joy and curiosity.

"Can I open it now?" Tony probed, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, but the seriousness and anticipation in his eyes was unmistakable.

Stephen nodded slightly, trying to control the trembling in his heart, as if he were about to give away a vital part of himself. "Open it" he whispered, his voice low and soft, filled with both excitement and anticipation.

Tony excitedly opened the small gift box, carefully removing the ribbon and wrapping paper and folding them aside, his eyes immediately lit up when he saw the gift inside. The smile on his lips grew wider, as if he couldn't hold it back. Inside the box was a silver necklace, with a pendant shaped like an ARC reactor - Tony's signature symbol.

Tony laughed out loud, his joy evident in his bright eyes. He looked up at Stephen, his eyes sparkling like a child who had just received a gift he had always wanted. "Stephen, this... is really wonderful." His voice was a little hoarse, as if he was touched by this small but meaningful gift.

Stephen sat there, feeling everything around him suddenly become soft and slow. He was not prepared for Tony's next reaction, when he saw Tony walking towards him, the smile still on his lips. Before Stephen's wide-eyed surprise, Tony did not hesitate, confidently walked up, sat on his lap, his body gently touching his.

"Put it on for me, will you?" Tony tilted his head back, revealing his bare skin, his eyes sparkling in the candlelight as he looked straight at Stephen with a lovely anticipation. His voice was no longer playful, but sincere, soft but enough for Stephen to feel clearly .

The moment seemed to last forever to Stephen. He felt the heat spread across his cheeks, his breath stopping for a moment as Tony sat on his lap, his body pressed against Stephen, Tony's warmth making Stephen even more confused. Stephen's hands trembled again, but this time not from fear, but from a strange, warm familiarity he had never experienced before.

"Tony..." Stephen called softly, his voice low and urgent, but no more words came out. He gently took the necklace, his fingers touching the cool metal, feeling like he was cherishing something precious. He slowly brought it around Tony's neck, slowly clasping it, while his eyes never leaving him. The two people's breaths seemed to blend together in the quiet space, only the flickering candlelight and soft jazz music playing around, creating a romantic atmosphere.

Stephen gently lifted the necklace around Tony's neck, his fingers brushing the skin of his neck, sending shivers down the engineer's spine. The cool metal of the necklace rested against his chest, its weight a strangely comforting presence. It felt like a promise, a connection deeper than anything they had shared before.

"It looks good on you," Stephen whispered, his eyes drifting over the way the necklace accentuated the contours of Tony's neck and collarbone. His breathing was almost labored, and he could feel the vibrations from Tony's gaze.

Tony closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the warmth of Stephen's hand on his neck. Then he opened them, meeting the man's gaze with emotion. "Thank you, Stephen," Tony said, his voice trembling, not just because of the gift, but because of the special moment between them, like an invitation to go beyond the barriers of reason.

Stephen's eyes softened as he looked at Tony, seeing the vulnerability in the engineer's expression. He reached up, cupping Tony's face in his hands, his thumb brushing the stubble on Tony's chin, creating a soft, yet profound, touch. "There's no need to thank me, Tony," he said, his voice warm and gentle. "Seeing you happy with your gift means more to me than anything else. You, here, like this, with me—that's all the thanks I need."

Their eyes locked, the air between them crackling with a mixture of warmth and intimacy. Tony's heart pounded in his chest, feeling as if everything around him had stopped. His body responded to Stephen's touch, like a small spark that ignited a larger fire. He leaned into Stephen's hand, eyes half-closed, feeling their heartbeats synchronizing.

"Stephen," he sighed, the name coming out like a sigh, both soft and profound. "You're confusing me."

Stephen smiled, a meaningful smile, as if he knew exactly what that feeling was. "I don't want to upset you, I just want to make you feel... special," he replied, his tone sarcastic but warm, creating a light, playful atmosphere.

Tony couldn't help but smile, a meaningful, charming smile. "Special? You're making me feel like the brightest star in the sky."

Stephen raised his eyebrows, his expression one of disbelief. "A star? Are you sure? I thought I was just a mean doctor, nothing special."

Tony tilted his head, his eyes shining with determination. "Stephen, what you're doing is special. Not just the gift, but the care, the attention you give me."

The seriousness in Tony's eyes made Stephen stop joking. He felt the deep emotions in Tony's words, and in that moment, all barriers seemed to disappear. They were standing on the border between friendship and something deeper.

"If that's what you want," Stephen said, his voice soft, "then I won't hesitate. I just want to be with you, to do things that make you happy."

Tony looked deep into Stephen's eyes, where he saw sincerity, no longer as a doctor, but as a man who wanted to connect with him in a real way. "So we'll start here," Tony said, breathing heavily but hopeful. "Start something new and exciting."

A smile appeared on Stephen's lips, the light in his eyes seemed to glow with undeniable happiness. In the warm space of the room, everything seemed to be painted in new colors. Stephen hugged Tony's waist, pulling him closer, so close that their breaths mingled, creating an electric atmosphere.

"Tony..." Stephen whispered, his voice soft, yet powerful. He had never felt so much desire for something before. All his fears and doubts seemed to melt away, leaving only a burning desire.

Tony sighed in relief as he felt Stephen's arms wrap around his waist, pulling him closer. Stephen's lips touched his like an electric current, carrying intense emotion and heat, as if the cold winter winds outside were being dispelled. He leaned into the kiss, his hands reaching up to grasp Stephen's shoulders, feeling the strength and protection in his embrace.

The outside world seemed to melt away, leaving only them in this moment. Their bodies pressed together in an embrace, as if they had found shelter from the storm. Their lips and tongues explored each other in a dance of desire and longing. The kiss was slow yet passionate, not rushed and showing no signs of stopping.

Stephen pulled Tony closer, as if to become one with him. The kiss deepened, their tongues sliding against each other passionately. Tony felt all the pressure and anxiety of the previous days melt away, replaced by a sweet feeling, a freedom he had never experienced before. He smiled into the kiss, unable to contain the emotions that were rising inside him.

When Tony moved, his breathing became labored, and Stephen couldn't help but feel the desire radiating from him. Every touch, every kiss seemed to create a fire inside them, a fire that they both wanted to nurture. It wasn't just a kiss, it was a promise, a commitment to a brighter future.

"Tony," Stephen whispered, their lips parting for a moment, their eyes locked. Tony's smile was as bright as the stars in the night sky. "You have no idea how much I want this."

Tony smiled, a smile full of happiness and hope. "Let's explore this together," he said, his voice filled with confidence. "We don't have to rush, just enjoy the moment."

Stephen nodded, still holding Tony, feeling the warmth and security he provided. They continued to melt into each other, each kiss deepening and becoming more passionate, creating a never-ending spiral. The kisses deepened, each one sinking into the other, their hands sliding over each other's bodies. Tony's fingers tangled in Stephen's hair, his body arching into the touch, craving more. He could feel Stephen's touch burning a path through his skin, lighting a fire that only Stephen could extinguish.

"Stephen," he gasped, breaking the kiss only momentarily. "You're driving me crazy."

Stephen felt the shiver in Tony's body, and his smile became seductive, as if he was enjoying every moment of this encounter. He took Tony's hand, his hand gently touching Tony's cheek, his fingers caressing the soft skin, leaving behind hot and tingling sensations.

"That's what I want," Stephen whispered, his voice low, almost mysterious. "I want you to feel what I feel." He couldn't help but be drawn to Tony, like a precious gem he'd been searching for all his life.

Tony couldn't help but smile, but his eyes were full of longing. "If this is what you want, then we're in the same boat." His voice was soft, but there was strength and determination in it. He was ready for anything Stephen wanted to share, even the risks.

Stephen leaned down, his lips reconnecting, but this time it was more than just a kiss; it held promises, unspoken words, and deep longing. Their breaths mingled, creating a sweet melody that only they could understand.

Tony's hand moved down, touching Stephen's back, his fingers exploring every curve of his body. "I can't believe we got here," he whispered, a hint of surprise in his voice. "This feels... it's amazing."

Stephen pulled Tony closer, as if to tell him that nothing was impossible. "And it's just the beginning," he replied, a happy smile on his lips. "I want to discover everything about you."

Tony felt a jolt of electricity run through his body when he heard those words. He closed his eyes, letting the emotions fill his mind. Every gesture from Stephen, from the gentle touch to the fiery kisses, made him forget all his worries, all his barriers.

"Me too," Tony whispered, his voice weak but sincere. "I want you to know me, every part of me."

Stephen took a deep breath, his mind filled with images of Tony—a man not only talented but also deeply wounded. "I will do it," he pledged, his eyes shining with determination. "I will not give up."

In that moment, they were kissing passionately again. Stephen carefully took Tony's face, his fingers lightly running across his cheek, then down his neck. The feeling of Stephen's warmth and strength lit a fire inside Tony, making him feel like he was flying.

The feeling of Stephen's touch along the line of his throat sent a shiver down Tony's spine, his body eager to respond to the wizard's ministrations. He could feel heat rising in his belly, a coil of anticipation tightening with each touch of Stephen's skin.

"I want to be with you forever," Tony whispered, emotion filling each word in the silence. He felt as if the whole world had disappeared, leaving only them and the powerful emotions blooming between kisses.

Stephen held his breath as he heard the confession, his body stilling for a moment as the words sank in. A mixture of emotions surged through him, joy, surprise, hope, and a newfound sense of love.

He pulled back slightly, their foreheads touching as he looked deep into Tony's eyes. "I want that too, Tony," he said, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I want to be with you, through everything."

The air between them crackled with electricity, the weight of their declarations hanging in the air. Tony's eyes were dark with desire, his body still tensing against Stephen, wanting, needing, to be closer.

Tony reached out, his hand cupping the doctor's jaw, his fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "Promise me," Tony said, his voice a whisper. "Promise me you'll never leave me."

Stephen's heart pounded in his chest, the raw emotion in Tony's voice leaving him unable to do anything but make a solemn promise. He took Tony's hand in his, holding it tight as he said, "I promise, Tony. I will never leave you. No matter what."

A wave of relief washed over Tony, a tension he hadn't even realized he was carrying slowly escaping his body. He pressed his face into the crook of Stephen's neck, holding him as if he were a lifeline.

"I love you," he said, the words coming out quietly, against Stephen's skin. "It's ridiculous that we've only just met, but I love you so much."

The words echoed in Stephen's heart, making it leap in response. He wrapped his arms around Tony, holding him close, feeling the weight of those three words sink deep inside him.

"I love you too, Tony," he replied, the words pouring out in a rush of emotion. "More than I've ever loved anyone."

They hugged each other tightly, their bodies trembling slightly from the intense emotions. The room was filled with a heavy silence, broken only by their panting.

Then, almost as if by some unspoken agreement, they lunged toward each other again, their lips meeting in a fierce, hungry kiss. This kiss was neither gentle nor timid. It was a desperate, frenzied exchange, fueled by their deep, all-consuming need for each other. Their hands clawed at each other, pulling and tugging at their clothes, the need to feel skin to skin overwhelming everything else.

They stumbled toward the bedroom, kissing as they went. When the edge of the bed caught the back of Tony's legs, he fell onto the mattress, pulling Stephen down with him. Their bodies fell together in a tangle of limbs, their mouths still locked in a passionate kiss.

Their hands roamed freely over each other's bodies, touching, caressing, exploring every curve, every surface and hollow. The air was thick with the warmth of their bodies, the scent of desire, the sound of their chaotic breathing filled the room, occasionally punctuated by moans or gasps.

Tony's hands found a place to grip the hem of Stephen's shirt, fingers brushing the bare skin of his abdomen. He groaned as he felt the doctor's muscles tense under his touch, his body arching against Stephen, seeking more of that delicious friction.

Stephen wasn't idle either. His hands slid under Tony's shirt, pushing it up and off, exposing Tony's broad chest to his hungry gaze. He lowered his head, his lips tracing a path down the engineer's collarbone, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin of his neck.

Tony's eyes were closed, his head falling back against the pillow. His hands clenched and unclenched on Stephen's back, his body arching and writhing under the Doctor's touch. Heat was building, curling in his stomach, an almost unbearable tension that he knew only Stephen could relieve.

"Stephen," he panted, his voice hoarse with need. "Stephen, please... I need... I need..."

He didn't know what he was saying, his mind was hazy with pleasure and need. But Stephen seemed to understand, his lips leaving a trail of kisses along Tony's chest, his hands deftly unbuttoning his jeans. Tony lifted his hips, helping Stephen remove the rest of his clothes, his hands sliding over Tony's bare skin. The feel of Stephen's fingers on his overheated flesh sent a shiver down Tony's spine, his body arching reflexively.

"You're so beautiful," Stephen whispered, his voice filled with awe as he looked at Tony beneath him. His hands slid down Tony's stomach, stopping at his hips, his thumbs brushing the sharp curve of his hipbones.

Tony's eyes met Stephen's, the raw desire in the witch's eyes sending another wave of heat through his body. He reached up, grasping Stephen's shoulders, pulling him closer, wanting to feel the weight of the man's body on his.

"Please," he hoarsely said. "Please, Stephen, I need you. I need you now."

With a soft, predatory smile, Stephen lowered himself onto Tony, their bodies pressed together, skin to skin. He captured Tony's mouth in a deep, possessive kiss, his tongue

taking control, demanding and claiming. His hands slid down Tony's sides, gripping his thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.

Tony's head was spinning, his mind and body overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensations. The feel of Stephen's body against his, the taste of his tongue, the warmth and weight of him as he pressed him down onto the bed, it was all too much, and yet not enough. He wrapped his legs around Stephen's waist, his body arching to meet every touch and mark. He was lost in the world of sensation, consumed by his need for the Doctor above him.

Stephen's mouth found the hollow of Tony's neck, biting and sucking the sensitive skin, knowing it would drive Tony crazy. His hands were everywhere, roaming every inch of the engineer's body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

Tony's body was in overdrive, every nerve alive with sensation. He felt himself sinking into pleasure, falling deeper and deeper into Stephen's sweet oblivion. His hands gripped the wizard's shoulders, his fingers digging into the taut muscles, holding on for dear life.

"Please," Tony gasped, his voice hoarse and broken. "Please, Stephen, I need... I need..."

He didn't know what he was asking for, but it didn't matter. Stephen seemed to understand. He lifted his head, his eyes locking with Tony's, the heat and desire there obvious.

"Shh," he whispered, his lips hovering just above Tony's. "I know what you need."

With deft, practiced movements, Stephen began to move lower, his mouth tracing a path down Tony's torso. He paid special attention to the sensitive skin at the base of his navel, biting and licking until Tony arched off the bed, a desperate moan escaping his lips.

Stephen pushed Tony's thighs apart, making room for him as he lay between them. His lips continued their journey, trailing kisses down Tony's inner thighs, his tongue tasting the salt on his skin.

Tony was a writhing, panting mess, his body burning with need and desire. He couldn't control the sounds that escaped his lips, a jumble of pleas and curses that seemed to drive Stephen. His fingers clenched the sheets, trying to find some anchor in the sea of sensation that threatened to drown him. Hidden beneath Tony's boxers, beneath them was a hard, dripping erection.

"Hey...Stephen," Tony said, saliva forming at the corner of his lips. He felt Stephen's fingers slide under his underwear, gently pulling them down. "I'm about to lose it..."

Stephen was still busy kissing and fondling Tony's lower body. His tongue swept over the curves of Tony's body, making the sounds of stimulation grow louder and louder. Stephen's finger went deeper down, gently pushing past Tony's anus. Tony's lower body was stimulated by Stephen's sudden and dramatic penetration.

Stephen lifted his head from Tony's stomach, looking down at the person under him, his eyes filled with lust. He gently placed his hand under Tony's chin, lifting his face up so that they could share a kiss that was both erotic and gentle. At the same time, his other hand moved down, touching Tony's already wet anus.

"I'm ready," Stephen said, slipping into the delicious wetness.

"I...don't...don't know..." Tony replied, his voice choked with desire. He trembled as Stephen's fingers gently probed, going deeper and becoming more aroused. He didn't understand why it was so wet...it had never been like this before, it...it was more than he had prepared for...it was like it was releasing itself.

Stephen smiled softly, his hands continuing their gentle movements, stimulating Tony deep inside him. "Do you like it?", Stephen whispered, his lips gently blowing against Tony's ear, causing the person below him to shiver slightly.

"I didn't know it was like this..." Tony whispered, eyes closing as the sensations of arousal coursed through his body. He felt it...not just physical arousal, but something deeper than that. It...like his body was ready for Stephen. Like a woman...he didn't understand...he just didn't understand why his body had become like this.

Stephen gently lifted Tony's hand and placed it on his chest, letting the person underneath him feel his heart beating wildly, beating so fast that it seemed like it was about to burst out of his ribs, and at the same time, to express his own intense excitement when Tony sobbed under him like this. Stephen's other hand continued to explore and stimulate Tony's anus and found the soft, protruding point of flesh, and he pressed down hard.

"Aaahhh..Stephen," Tony moaned, his hands clutching Stephen's shirt, his voice choking in his throat. Every time Stephen touched his prostate, all the excitement would surge wildly beyond control.

"You like it?", Stephen whispered, his face still indifferent but his hand continued to stimulate Tony's anus, gently stimulating his fingers to press harder, faster, making Tony gasp.

"Yes..um..it feels so good.." Tony replied in a sob of excitement, his body trembling under Stephen's overwhelming stimulation. He couldn't think much, his mind and all his senses were focused on his fingers.

"Fuck me...Stephen!..I want..I want you to fill me up."

Stephen's eyes darkened with need, his breathing coming in short gasps at Tony's desperate plea. He couldn't deny the raw need in the engineer's voice, the way his body writhed under his touch, begging for more.

"Tony," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "Are you sure you're ready?"

Tony's eyes widened, a fire burning deep within. "Yes," he gasped, almost moaning. "I'm ready. I need you, Stephen. Now."

Stephen could feel his body react to Tony's words, a heat rising in his belly. He raised a hand and brushed a lock of hair from Tony's forehead, his movement surprisingly gentle.

"Okay," he muttered, his voice heavy. "Turn over."

Tony obeyed immediately, rolling onto his stomach. He felt exposed and vulnerable, his body shaking in anticipation even as he tried to steady his breathing.

Stephen's gaze lingered on Tony's broad back, muscles tense and trembling with need. He moved behind the man, hands sliding over scarred skin."You're amazing," he whispered, his lips brushing Tony's spine. "You're beautiful to me."

"Stephen," Tony shuddered, moaning, his hands gripping the sheets. He felt the weight of Stephen's body pressing against his back, and his hot breath on his skin. "Please... stop teasing me."

"I won't," Stephen promised, his voice low and husky. Immediately Tony felt Stephen's hot erection slapping against his ass, making him blush.

"Stephen...ah...," Tony went limp under Stephen's body, the feeling of stimulation almost exhausted. His hands gripped the bed sheet tightly, trying to find a way to relax his body under Stephen's stimulation. Stephen's hands continued to kiss and lick along Tony's back to his anus which had become red and wet and had started to flow.

"You are amazing Tony." Stephen was surprised and delighted as he licked every drop that Tony's body secreted. "So sweet, so special." His scarred hand rubbed Tony's slightly fat belly and he said hoarsely, "Is there a special part in here, Tony? This reaction is like...a woman's."

Tony blushed harder, his body jerking involuntarily under Stephen's touch. He felt both embarrassed and curious, wondering if Stephen thought his reaction to this pleasure was unusual for a man.

"I... I don't know," he whispered, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "It's just... how my body reacts when you touch it there. I can't help it... I... I've never been like this before..."

He couldn't help but feel the vulnerability that flooded through him, the way his body seemed to react to Stephen in ways he couldn't explain. It was both thrilling and terrifying, the way Stephen could make him feel things he'd never felt before.

"Stephen," he whispered, his voice low and pleading. "Please...don't stop. Fill me...fast...AAAAAA!!" Tony barely finished speaking before Stephen's thick shaft thrust into him mercilessly.

Tony's voice was choked with gasps as he felt himself being forcefully stuffed by Stephen. He couldn't help it, the sudden fullness and fullness took his breath away.

"God!..Ahahaaa...a" he groaned, his whole body trembling.

Stephen also screamed with pleasure, the feeling of his anus tingling around Stephen. A tight and wet cavity made Stephen feel as if he was the only one who could do that with Tony. It was so different from the previous relationships he had, Tony's hole seemed to be made for him, without any difficulty, it smoothly penetrated deep inside Tony, it sucked him, the tightness, the wetness made him feel like he was in heaven.

The two passionately and madly continued until the fireplace in the living room of the family Tony had admired had gone out. Stephen gently stroked the sweaty hair of the unconscious Tony, he laughed and used magic to clean Tony's body and hugged him to sleep.

"I love you, my Soulmate."