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“So tell me about it.” Natasha insisted, sprawling across Tony's bed and watching him hang clothes in his closet.
“Nat, you don't want to hear about our night.”
“Oh no I totally do.” She grinned wickedly. “Especially since you're still walking funny. The garter belt and nylon thing worked out?”
“You could say that.” Tony sent a pointed glance towards his bedside trash can, where an empty bottle of lube sat on a pile of sheer stockings and a torn garter belt.
“Damn.” Natasha dragged the word out, whistling appreciatively. “They tore it?”
“ Of course they tore it !” Tony snapped, crossing his arms irritably. “Every damn thing I've worn they have either torn in half or ruined completely!”
“Well.” Tasha shrugged and took a bite out of her carton of Chinese food. “You said you didn't want them to be gentle, right? I would think working them up to the point of tearing your lingerie would be a good thing?”
“Lingerie is expensive!”
“Yeah, I know, Tony. I was there when you bought it.”
“No, you watched as I bought my own and your lingerie. I spent almost a thousand dollars that day.”
“And…” she raised an eyebrow and Tony blushed bright red.
“And consequently have had some of the best sex of my life these last two weeks.”
“So you actually don't have any complaints.”
“Damn it.” Tony groaned. “No, I really don't have any complaints.”
“So are you wearing something else tonight? By the way you're walking I'd assume you'd take a night off.”
“Oh.” Tony shook his head with a secret little smile. “I'm not walking funny because of that. I mean, yeah the garter belt incident was good but that's not why I'm--” he just shook his head again.
“Then why?” Tasha asked suspiciously, then her eyes widened and her jaw dropped open. “ Tony are you planning something wicked?”
“Sort of.” He hedged and she started laughing, scrambling over the bed to get closer to him.
“How big?” She demanded and Tony bit his lip before making a fist.
“Sort of… this?”
“Oh my god!” Natasha nearly screamed. “You are a whore! I was definitely not there when you bought that!”
“Yeah well.” Tony finished hanging his clothes and grinned. “It's amazing what you can order online.”
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“Bucky, you ready?” Steve stuck his head into their bedroom, finding Bucky sitting on the bed facing away from him. “Clint just fired up the grill and you know he's completely weird about everyone being at barbecues on time.”
“Heya Stevie.” Bucky said slowly. “I was just looking for shorts and found something buried in the drawer.”
“What is it?” Steve climbed over the bed and pressed his forehead into Bucky's shoulders, letting his lips ghost over the few scars visible around his tank top.
“I'm not… entirely sure.” Bucky said just as slowly as before, and held up an empty package for Steve to see.
“What's a Colt Xl Big Boy--- holy shit Bucky what in the---” Steve snapped his mouth shut, and his eyes closed, then peeked them open to look again. “Is that a--”
“I'm pretty sure.”
“ Four and a half inches wide ?”
“Looks like it.”
“But the package was empty?”
“....the package is empty.”
“And Tony wouldn't open it and not… not use it.”
“Did he look like he was walking maybe a little funny, earlier?”
“I just thought he was sore from last night.”
“But what if he--”
“Oh shit. Tony!!”
“Tony!”
Both the soldiers were gone, racing down the stairs to find their boyfriend.
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Tony was leaning against a wall, laughing and chatting with Tasha when they found him, both of them slowing from a dead run to a casual walk, tossing hellos at Maria and Coulson, waving politely at Sam where he stood with his girlfriend, patting Bruce on the back.
“Hey sweet thing.” Bucky dropped a kiss on Tony's lips, slipping an arm around his waist possessively.
“Sweetheart.” Steve echoed, kissing Tony's cheek and laying his arm over Bucky's where it sat against Tony. “How are you-- how are you doing?”
“I'm fine guys.” Tony kissed them both and Natasha took a quick sip of her drink so she wouldn't laugh at the overly innocent expression on his face. “Are you alright?”
“Oh we’re fine.”
“So fine, honey.”
“Just missed you.”
“Yeah that's all.”
Both the soldiers were pressing up to him on either side, petting through his hair and smoothing over his hips and Tony was blushing and shifting his weight, pushing into each of them lightly.
“Tony, umm--” Bucky sent Steve a look over Tony's head. “Can we take you upstairs? We would like to--”
“I mean, nothing’s wrong.” Steve said quickly. “We just need to talk to you for a moment?”
“But Clint is cooking!” Tony whined. “Can't we talk later? I'm hanging out with Tasha.”
“But--”
“Tony please just--”
“He’s hanging out with me, boys.” Natasha shouldered her way in between the three of them and pulled Tony away. “Wait your turn.”
The soldiers watched helplessly as Tasha led Tony closer to the grill, her small hand dropping down to pat at Tony's ass.
Tony absolutely yelped, then froze, face pinched uncomfortably, and both Steve and Bucky started to take a step forward before Tasha sent them a dangerous look.
“You okay?” She asked quietly and Tony nodded quickly before starting to walk again, smaller steps this time, and Nat kept her hand low on his hips. “This cannot be comfortable.”
“Actually.” Tony blushed a little. “It's not that it's uncomfortable-- ”
Natasha glanced down, and then back up and shouted with laughter. “You are the worst .”
“Just help me lean against something.” Tony grumbled. “I'm not saying this is uncomfortable, but it's a little hard to walk.”
“Lean here, Tony.” Tasha giggled and dropped into a chair next to him. “I’ll keep you company until you're ready to let your boyfriends see what you're hiding.”
“I love you.”
“I know you do.”
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It was hours later after everyone had eaten themselves nearly sick, and Clint had turned off the grill, and Sam was handing out slices of the smores pie he always made, that Natasha calmly and quickly emptied her entire margarita down the front of Tony's white t-shirt.
Tony was yelling and waving his hands and demanding a towel and everyone else was laughing but Bucky and Steve were just staring , because under the soaking wet white cotton, there were lines of black, like a harness around Tony's chest and over his shoulder and disappearing into his pants and they weren't sure who was holding who back, but it took all of their combined self control to not run over and strip their boyfriend naked right there.
Whatever Tony was wearing under his clothes was strappy and provocative , cutting over his chest and lacing around his ribs, and the thin shirt didn't hide it at all.
But then Natasha wrapped a towel over his shoulders and they couldn't see anymore.
Which would have been fine, except at that moment, Tony shivered from the icy drink and then bit his lip, his eyes fluttering closed for a second.
And if there was one thing they both had memorized, it was the way Tony closed his eyes and bit at his lip whenever one of them was fucking him, stroking over that magic spot deep inside him, when he was close to coming--
--And that was how he looked right then , and that was just enough to ruin the rest of their patience.
“Enough of this.” Bucky muttered and strode forward to lift Tony into his arms.
“Slowly.” Tony whimpered, and Bucky gentled his hold, but didn't actually slow down, big steps taking him out of the courtyard and back inside, Steve close at his heels.
“Whatcha doing, boys?” Tony asked innocently, and Bucky just growled a little, holding him tighter and nearly running up the stairs. “Ow! Oh fuck , easy, please!”
“Why don't you tell us why you’re uncomfortable Tony.” Steve bit out, not even looking at him, just stomping up the stairs next to Bucky.
“So--” Tony tried not to laugh because he really he wanted to yell because every step was uncomfortable. “So your guys’ murder strut is so fucking hot.”
“Our what?” Steve stumbled a little. “Our what ?”
“Your murder strut.” Tony said again. “You know, you guys get all pissy and glare-y and swing your hips and growl before you fuck someone up? Murder strut. And it what you’re doing right now.”
“Then you should be terrified.” Bucky snapped and this time Tony did laugh.
“You would think so.”
“What are you wearing?” Steve didn't even open the bedroom door, just kicked it open, sending it flying across the room. “What the hell is the strappy, black thing?”
“Lets just find out.” Bucky set Tony down carefully, despite his tone, and simply tore his shirt off, then his pants.
“Oh fuck me .” Bucky dropped to his knees in front of Tony, and a few feet behind him, Steve covered his mouth with his hand.
“Tony what--what--”
“Do you guys like it?” Tony asked shyly, and looked down at himself, at the black leather straps running over his body. “It's called a body cage? Or like harness lingerie? Or something, I thought it would-- Oh !”
He stammered when Bucky literally crawled to him, running both hands up Tony's legs and licking long strokes over the leather bands around his hips and between his legs. Steve was quick to follow, taking Tony's mouth in a hard kiss before letting his fingers trail over the black lines over his neck and chest, tweaking and pulling at Tony's nipples before dropping lower.
“This is beautiful.”
“Can't believe how sexy this is.”
“Gonna take you to bed right now.”
“How long have you been wearing this?”
“What about--”
“Oh! What about the--!”
Bucky let his tongue play over the bands directly in front of Tony's cock before pulling away and staring up at Steve.
“Bed.” he ordered, and Steve scooped Tony into his arms and carried him over to the bed as Bucky picked the broken door up and set it back in the frame, content that at least no one would walk by and get an eyeful of them in bed.
He was pulling off his clothes as he approached the bed, unable to take his eyes away from Tony stretched out on the comforter, wrapped in all that leather and little buckles, his pale skin nearly glowing against the black.
“Beautiful.” He murmured, and then looked over to where Steve was stripping, eyeing all those golden muscles appreciatively. “Beautiful.” He said again, and Steve smiled at him, moving closer for a kiss, sighing when their bodies lined up, cocks already hard against one another.
“Bucky.” he whispered and Bucky groaned a little into his mouth, his arm tightening around Steve's waist in a grip that would have left bruises on anyone else.
“I love you.” Bucky said softly, and Steve nearly melted in his arms, fitting himself as close as he could, gasping when Bucky ground their hips together.
“I love you too.”
“You guys are the cutest.” Tony was still lounging on the bed, legs crossed at the ankle, eyes shining. “I love to see how much you guys love each other.”
“Mmm.” Steve lay one last kiss on Bucky's lips. “Wouldn't you rather see how much we love you?” he asked and Tony shivered a little.
“Well of course, but--”
“But nothing.” Bucky shoved at Steve lightly, directing him to the other side of the bed. “Spread your legs for us baby.”
“But--”
“Spread your legs.” Bucky said again, his voice dropping and Tony squirmed.
“But--”
“ Now !” Steve demanded and Tony flushed red all over, parting his legs slowly. Bucky sent Steve an amused look.
“Easy Captain.” he teased and Steve just shrugged a little, before stretching out next to Tony and tilting his head up for a long kiss. Bucky pressed up against Tony's other side, murmuring soft things in his ear and laying gentle kisses over the patches of skin showing in between the harness.
Little by little both of their hands crept further south, Steve stopping to pull Tony's cock free and stroke over him, swiping his thumb over the leaking head to smooth his grip, and Tony whined a little, lifting his hips in anticipation.
Bucky was the one to reach down between his legs, his fingers pressing hard against Tony's perineum before sliding back to touch over his hole.
“Tony.” he groaned, when instead of warm skin, his fingers met the stiff silicone Tony had inserted into himself sometime earlier. “Tony what is this?”
“Let me see.” Steve slid down the bed, leaving kisses down Tony's body, mouthing over his cock for just a moment before scooting down further so he could see-- “Oh goddamnit Tony---what---how big--”
“ Big .” Tony panted, fingers curling in the sheets as Bucky and Steve took turns touching the plug, pushing it a little further inside him until he squealed, then wiggling it, trying to get their fingers around the end to pull it out.
“Can we--”
“Yeah.” Tony was nodding, biting at his lip, his cock so hard he could hardly stand it. “Yeah, take it out. Trying to make room---want both of you.”
“Both of us. Shit .” Bucky dropped his head into Tony's thigh, grinding into the bed as a bolt of arousal shot through him. “Are you sure? Are you sure , Tony we aren’t small we could--”
“This this isn’t small either.” Tony said through clenched teeth. “I'm going to die if-- please just--been wearing it all day--”
“Alright, alright, shhh.” It was actually Steve who was the most in control, to everyones (his included) surprise. “Buck, hold him still, I can get it.”
Bucky moved back up Tony body, laying his left arm heavy over Tony's hips so he couldn't move, and slotting their mouths together in a greedy kiss. “Focus on me, baby.” he whispered, and Tony kissed him back desperately, trying to breathe, trying to relax when he heard the snick of the lube container opening, and Steve's coated fingers started circling the edge of the plug.
“Relax for me, Tony.” Steve murmured encouragingly. “Deep breath and we will just go slow alright?”
Pressure then, so much pressure over his prostate as the plug started to move, Steve being so careful with slow steady pulls, his fingers working over Tony's stretched rim to ease the way.
“Honey, it's so big .” Steve said, his voice hoarse with awe and want . “Jesus, look how much you took, you are amazing, look at this.”
He kept steadily pulling, until Tony was whining into Bucky's mouth, trying to thrust up against that immovable arm, trying to gain some sort of friction.
“Almost--almost--” Steve was saying quietly, and then with a soft sucking sound and a gush of lube, he pulled the plug free.
“Tony.” he groaned and slid three fingers inside him without needing to stretch him, searching for the little bundle of nerves that would make Tony come apart. “Need to come, sweetheart?” he asked and Tony's whole body shuddered.
“Please, please please please---” Tony's voice jumped to a scream when Steve stroked inside him, pressing down and rubbing firmly, and then his back was arching, his fingers digging into Bucky's shoulders, cock pulsing and pouring hot and wet all over his stomach, all over the black leather wrapped around his abdomen.
“Goddamn baby that was amazing.”
“Amazing Tony.”
“How long have you been wearing that?”
“How long has is it been making you crazy?”
“Oh honey that was gorgeous.”
“Gorgeous sweet thing.”
Tony came down with soft little wails and impatient wiggles against the blankets, kissing Bucky and pushing him down all at the same time.
“Need both of you.” he pleaded shakily. “Both of my soldiers. Come on. Been practicing for weeks and picked out this oufit and--”
“We won't leave you wanting, baby.” Bucky assured him and reached under the pillow for the extra bottle of lube they kept there. “Hey what's---”
He pulled out a pair of handcuffs and looked down at Tony surprise, then over at Steve, whose dark eyes were practically glazed over.
“Handcuff him.” Steve nodded. “ Handcuff him .”
Bucky looked back down at Tony, an eyebrow raised, because he--even more than Steve--was an absolute stickler for complete consent from Tony, even in their tamest moments, so when Tony nodded and blurted “ yes yes yes ” Bucky was instantly, carefully of course, lifting Tony's arms above his head and snapping the handcuffs onto one wrist, winding through a post on their headboard, and closing around his other wrist.
“You alright? This alright?” Tony tugged lightly and nodded again, flushing when Bucky looked a little dizzy.
“This is---” Bucky rolled off the bed and grabbed his phone from his pants, snapping several shots of Tony like this, legs spread, leather straining over his skin, handcuffs holding his hostage. “God.” he breathed out slowly then licked his lips. “Steve, baby, I think our boyfriend needs us.”
“Oh hell yes.” Steve reached for Bucky as soon as he was back on the bed, slamming their mouths together and both sliding their fingers through the mess of come on Tony's stomach, then further down, through the lube left over from the plug.
“More lube.” Tony muttered, his eyes closed, breathing shallow as he tried to keep himself relaxed.
“Of course, honey.” Steve said automatically and poured a generous amount over his fingers, stroking over himself and then over Bucky, before spreading it over Tony's still stretched hole.
“Look how open he is.” Bucky groaned and Steve nodded.
“I know, I know .”
“Slowly, yeah?” Bucky met his eyes and leaned close for another kiss, meeting over Tony's thighs. “Gentle with our love.”
“So gentle.” Steve lifted Tony's leg, settling it over his shoulder, spreading his legs wide, and Bucky did the same on his side, and then Steve pressed a quick kiss to Tony's leg, a quick glance up to make sure Tony was alright, and thrust inside as far as he could.
Tony's back arched and he yelled a little, but he was so loose and relaxed from the plug and from already coming, it was more a yell of over sensitivity than anything.
Steve sighed when he slid in so easily, that familiar warmth just slick and smooth against him, even if it was looser than usual. “Come on.” he urged, and Bucky's eyes lit as he pressed closer.
“Deep breath, sweet thing.” He told Tony, who simply smiled lazily and lay back against the pillows, shifting his hips a little in invitation.
Bucky moved forward slowly, that first inch or so moving easily, and then everything tightened around him, Tony so warm and Steve so thick and already there , and they both groaned at that first touch, that first slide against each other.
“Come on.” Steve panted, and Bucky moved a little more, a little further, and Tony cried out at the stretch so deep inside him, at the burn of having them both trying to fit.
“It's good.” he sighed. “Oh it's good , come on. Come on baby, come on, oh I need you. Need you, need both of you.”
Bucky grunted and with one final jerk of his hips slid all the way inside, and it was Steve turn to yell, both their cocks wrapped in so much heat and sliding against each other---
“ Fuck .” he cried. “Fuck, Bucky I--”
“Move.” Bucky sounded like maybe he was begging , and when Steve withdrew and thrust back in, no one was sure which one of them yelled the loudest.
Then it was Bucky's turn, to pull out and when he pushed back inside, Steve was already pulling out before filling Tony again , and then they were able to take turns, fucking into their boyfriend and against each other, so much lube slipping and wet between them.
Tony hadn't stopped moving, rolling his body into each thrust, shrieking when they bottomed out inside him, louder when first Bucky then Steve shifted, lifting his legs higher, wider so they could get deeper .
The handcuffs scraped over the wood as Tony strained against them, desperate to get his hands on his boyfriends, and each pull of the cuffs had his back arching and all that leather stretching over lean muscles, his cock hardening all over again because it was all just pleasure and heat and so full and Bucky and Steve were licking and biting over him in between strokes, his skin blooming with red teeth marks, each one making him shiver and shake beneath them.
“You are so beautiful like this.”
“Look at you taking both of us--”
“Perfect for us--”
“How are we so lucky--”
“ Tonytonytonytony-- ”
Tony couldn't seem to stop talking, litanies of “ yes yes yes please more more you both feel so good wanted you both for so long my soldiers my loves I love you so much so much needed you like this for so long please please please take more take me harder take me--- ” spilling from his lips and urging the soldiers on, so they took him harder , thrusting faster, moving in tandem with each other, their fingers leaving harsh bruises on his thighs, his legs starting to shake from being held so wide for so long.
And still Tony asked for more, pulling at his handcuffs he was nearly coming off the bed, slamming his head back into the pillows when Steve wrapped a free hand around his cock and stroked him quickly.
“Come for us again, Tony.”
“Come on sweet thing.”
“Wanna feel you when you come--”
“Gonna be so tight around us.”
“Feel so good honey.”
“Come on then, come for us baby come on.”
Tony screamed himself hoarse when he came this time, adding to the mess already on his stomach, less this time but more intense, his whole body shuddering through each shockwave.
Bucky and Steve stilled inside of him as he locked up tight, squeezing around them, and then Steve's eyes opened wide looking almost panicked. “Bucky I need--”
Bucky bit off a groan and thrust once, twice against him and Steve was coming too, biting down hard into a strap of leather on Tony's hip to muffle his shout.
“Oh goddamnit .” Bucky couldn't take it, couldn't handle being inside Tony, couldn't handle the feel of Steve pulsing against him, everything hot and wet and slick and---
Bucky didn't bother trying to quiet himself, yelling his pleasure into the room as he found his own release, his left hand shredding through the mattress as it clenched into a fist, and Tony cried out all over again, jolted through another wave as he was filled to the brim and then shivering when Steve and Bucky's come spilled out around the base of their cocks dripping out of him in a steady stream.
Both the soldiers were still thrusting weakly inside him as they softened, until Tony whimpered as the sharp pleasure turned into pain, and then they carefully pulled out, wincing when lube and come poured out of Tony's gaping hole.
“ Fuck .” Tony whined, and Bucky was sliding up his body to snap the handcuffs, not even bothering to open them, just breaking the chain and ripping them off, kissing gently over the marks on Tony's wrists.
“Are you alright, sweet thing?” he asked quietly and Tony nodded, even as he shifted uncomfortably.
“Come- covered leather.” he explained with a faint blush. “Chafes.” Steve lifted his head from where it rested on Tony's hips.
“I got it babe.” the blonde got to his knees and gripped the leather harness, shredding it even as Tony opened his mouth to protest.
“Damn it, you guys this stuff is expensive !” he snapped and they murmured soft apologies, kissing over the marks left by the tight leather, over the teeth marks left in the height of passion. He relented after a moment, since they were doting on him, whispering soft sweet things against his skin, still gasping a little as they did, chests still heaving, faces still flushed, and Tony was sure it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.
“I love you Buck.” he said and then ran a hand through Steve's hair. “Love you too.”
“Oh Tony.” Steve kissed him long and hard, breaking away only so Bucky could kiss him as well. “We love you so much.”
“So much, sweet thing.” Bucky repeated, and slipped from the bed only long enough to stumble and stagger to the bathroom to grab towels and turn the giant garden tub on. “Lift your hips so you aren’t laying in the wet spot.” he said with a soft chuckle, returning to the bed.
“ You lift my hips.” Tony complained, and Steve laughed, lifting Tony up enough for Bucky to put the towel under him.
“Want a bath, Tony? Would make you feel better, not so sore tomorrow maybe.”
“Yes.” he groaned and they stretched out next to him, wiping his stomach with the soft cloths before venturing lower and dabbing gently at where he was so sore. “Easy!” he begged and Bucky kissed his temple.
“We’re being careful, baby.” they cleaned him slowly, Steve going so far as to slip two fingers inside him to coax more out. “God, you are so full of us . So sexy.”
“Mmm.” Tony just sighed a little, leaving his legs splayed so they could take care of him.
“Bath time.” Bucky stood and lifted Tony into his arms, cradling him easily with his left arm, holding out his right hand for Steve, and they made their way to the big bathtub, climbing into the hot water gratefully, letting Tony sprawl out across both their laps.
“Tony…” Steve said after several minutes, his voice hesitant. “How long have you been-- I mean, have you been wearing one of those---”
“Every time we were together.” Tony said sleepily, his eyes already closing. “Afterwards I would put one in to stretch me out more. Just been going up in sizes.”
“Because you wanted both of us?” Bucky asked.
“Both of you.” Tony agreed, and lay his head against Steve's shoulder. “So good. Both of you so good. Been having boring sex. Too gentle with me.”
“Too gentle?” Steve said incredulously.
“Not gonna break.” Tony snuggled closer and Bucky stroked his thigh comfortingly. “Have two holes. You guys should use them. Or use one of them at the same time.”
“Good Christ, Tony.” Steve said in between chuckles, because sleepy Tony talking so filthy was hilarious. “We can-- we can work on not being so boring.”
“It's not that we are afraid you will break.” Bucky said, sliding closer in the warm water. “It's that we cherish you, Tony. Love you and want to treat you right. Gently and perfectly and sweetly. All good things.”
“Sometimes handcuffs are good things---” Tony's voice trailed off as he dropped into sleep and Bucky laughed at him, kissing his forehead.
“Sweet dreams, sweet thing.”
Steve leaned forward for a long kiss, which Bucky gave gladly, one arm each supporting Tony, the other wandering over each others bodies.
“Lets put this one to bed.” Bucky said finally and they both looked down at Tony adoringly.
“Yeah.”
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Epilogue- a few months later
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“Tony are you ready!” Natasha called impatiently, and finally Tony came down the stairs, sandwiched between Bucky and Steve, both of whom were kissing all over him and running their hands over his body.
“For the love of god.” she rolled her eyes. “Boys, we are only going to be gone a few hours. Once every six weeks, for a couple hours. That's all I want from your boyfriend. Let him go.”
“Let me go.” Tony repeated, giggling, pushing Steve's hands away as they swept through his hair, and slapping at Bucky's fingers as they tugged at the blue lace visible just above his pants. “I will be back in a few hours.”
“We can't wait.”
“Oh my god can't wait.”
“Hurry back baby.”
“Soon, sweetheart.”
“I will!” Tony finally pushed away from them, looping his arms through Tashas and nearly running out the door to get to the limo.
“Did you tell them where we were going?” Natasha asked, eyebrow raised and Tony shook his head.
“No. But every time you and I go somewhere they give me a wish list--” he held up a piece of paper. “Just in case we stop by Lexi’s or Bound.”
“Let me see.” Nat took the piece of paper and read over it quickly. “ Wow . Tony, your boyfriends are---”
“I know!” Tony blushed and grabbed the paper back. “I think I broke them.”
“So. We’re going lingerie shipping today, I guess?” she teased and Tony nodded.
“Don't worry, bestie. I'll buy you something.”
“Love you, Tony.” she leaned over and kissed his cheek.
Tony just dropped his sunglasses over his eyes and grinned. “Oh, I know you do.”