it sounds like a bad joke

[watchesthewatchers]

A genius and a spy walk into a grocery store.

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[profiteering]

He purses his lips, seeming angry.

"I feel like that shouldn't be turning me on, but it is."

[watchesthewatchers]

He turns his head, and laughs at him.

"I'm not giving them anything. But they think I am. Well, technically, they think that I don't know that they know I'm not giving them anything, so they're gleaning information from around the edges of my reports, but I know they're looking at the edges, so I'm falsifying those in ways that are useful."

[profiteering]

Tony laughs, and pulls him into a kiss at the next stop.

"As long as they don't try to break up our little honeymoon getaway, they can infer any rumours they want."

[watchesthewatchers]

He murmurs in intense pleasure.

"Home."

[profiteering]

"No skinny dipping?"

Still kissing him languidly between request-and-question.

[watchesthewatchers]

"Groceries in fridge. Head against fridge. Back into car. Then skinny dipping."

He ticks off for him.

[profiteering]

Tony purrs and pulls away, giving him permission to take them home.

"You're good."

[watchesthewatchers]

"Thank you, sir."

He purrs at the praise, stepping on the gas.

[profiteering]

The moment they're home he scrambles out of the car and carries more than half the groceries on the first trip in.

[watchesthewatchers]

Peter snorts, and pads after him, a great deal more sedate.

Tony is sweet when he gets eager.

[profiteering]

Sweet, but also disorganized, because he's just stuffed the perishables in either the freezer or the fridge. He'll flip out about it later and spend an hour reorganizing the kitchen, but right now his focus is all on Peter.

[watchesthewatchers]

"You're in to duplicity, Mister Stark?"

He breathes, watching him from the doorway.

[profiteering]

"As a rule? No."

He finishes shutting the freezer and leans against it, facing Peter.

"But something about it from you is very sexy. In theory."

In reality, he would be livid and, yes, deeply hurt if Peter turned on him.

[watchesthewatchers]

"You like watching me do it to them."

He pegs, biting his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Like a tiger on a chain."

[profiteering]

"Like a tiger who decides it likes the way I scratch its ears."

He smirks, and reaches out with a hand.

[watchesthewatchers]

"So, paint me in stripes."

He proposes, taking his hand, sinking down onto his knee.

[profiteering]

Tony has taken to caressing him lately, like he can map things away in his mind. He runs his thumb along Peter's bottom lip, affectionate but also in a way that suggests he has every right to be.

"Thin belt? Or finger paints?"

[watchesthewatchers]

"Both."

Then he's sucking on his fingertip, elegantly foreshadowing.

[profiteering]

"I want to paint you at the lake. In your na-ahh"

Damn his tongue.

"--natural habitat."

[watchesthewatchers]

He whimpers, and leans in, reaching for his fly.

Needing him now.

[profiteering]

"Wait, wait--can you take two lashes for me first?"

He has a hunch. Part of him wants to scream at himself for choosing to test it now, but he's also sure it will pay off.

[watchesthewatchers]

"Of course, sir."

He tells him, practically panting. Needing him.

"On the floor?"

[profiteering]

"Yes. Perfect."

He'll use his own belt for this; besides, he's too desperate to make Peter undress for it.

[watchesthewatchers]

He still scrabbles his shirt off, since that's all he's wearing on his back on the warm day, baring narrow, strong shoulders to him, turning to present it to him, peering up at him in fear for a quick second before looking back at the floor.

His hands are still tangled in his shirt sleeves, trying to tug it off gently.

[profiteering]

"Just two. I need you right now, but if you can do this for me, I-"

He'll leave that unfinished, let it hang, and then slap the first lash across his shoulders.