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What was time, anyway? It didn’t really matter, right? Not when Tony was right there, holding him like there was nothing he would rather be doing, kissing him like it wasn’t already tomorrow. Rudy was weak for it. He kissed back because he couldn’t even think of doing anything different.
Rudy didn’t really know what he was doing, it wasn’t like he’d ever had anyone to kiss before. Tony did, though, to some extent, from a couple of short relationships he’d mentioned in passing that Rudy never liked to hear about. Rudy was happy to let him lead. He was swept in from the first moment, the first kiss, and he was dizzy with it, the press of lips and the hands on his face. All of it, so tender, he was lost. Tony’s palms were callused against his cheeks, his lips just a little bit sharp from chewing on them so often. Rudy tilted his head and pressed in closer.
Tony took it in stride, leaning back on his heels and forcing Rudy’s knees to sink into the sheets as he dragged him in, until Rudy actually fell, unbalanced, forward and sideways.
Tony huffed a laugh. “Ah, sorry.”
“Sorry.” Rudy dropped into sitting and ran a hand through the back of his hair, suddenly acutely nervous. What could he even say, after all of that?
Tony seemed to be thinking the same, holding his hands in his lap and worrying at a thin spot on his lip. Rudy saw the scab start to peel.
“Wait, don’t-”
Tony pulled it the rest of the way off with his teeth.
“-pick at it.” Rudy zoned in on the little patch of red, watching as it grew darker and started to ooze slowly. He swallowed hard.
Tony blinked a couple of times, confused, absentmindedly licking up the droplet of blood that had started to form, and Rudy restrained a sigh. Tony blinked again, then grinned suddenly. “Oops, I guess. Hey, I have an idea.”
He tore his eyes away with effort. “...yes?”
“Lay down, ok?” Tony said, cheeks turning a faint, very appealing shade of candy apple. “I’m going to lay on top of you, is that alright?”
Rudy’s eyebrows crinkled, but he laid down all the same.
“Okay, um-” Tony chewed unconsciously at his lip again, making it bleed anew, “then I guess I just-”
He slotted his legs in between both of Rudy’s in one motion, more or less, pushing his knees all the way up to bracket the underside of Rudy’s pelvis, leaning the rest of his body forward and bracing his elbows on either side of Rudy’s head, forcing eye contact and making Rudolph inhale sharply at the sudden sensation of being trapped. He liked it more than he cared to admit.
“Is this alright?”
“Mmhm..” Rudy was torn between staring into his eyes, the striking icy-blue that they were, and staring at the little drop of blood that was gathering on his lip again. He wasn’t particularly hungry, he had eaten a few hours prior, but he could smell it, so much closer than it usually was, and-
“I’m going to kiss you again, ok?” Tony asked in a low voice, and Rudy exhaled again.
“Yes please,” he murmured absently.
Tony kissed him softly, at first, like he had before; closed lips, puckered gently, head barely tilted to fit their faces together without crashing. It was romantic, of all things, and Rudy moaned quietly. He put one hand to Tony’s cheek. Tony pulled away to catch his breath a moment later.
He sat back a little, getting more vertical and holding himself up on one fist, freeing up his other hand to slide it around the base of Rudy’s skull instead. Rudy just grinned, sweeping his thumb back and forth over his cheekbone.
Tony sighed, smiling now too, using his hold to pull their foreheads together for the second time that night. “Hi,” he said.
“Hello,” Rudolph greeted, equally nonsensical.
Tony pulled away to drop a kiss onto his forehead, the tip of his nose, then his lips again, and Rudy closed his eyes to return the kiss. Then Tony opened his mouth, and suddenly the blood was back, and Rudy gasped against his lips. He pressed forward eagerly, not even stopping himself from licking at Tony’s lip, just to taste it- then he pulled back.
“Sorry,” Rudy gasped. “Sorry, I-”
“What for?” Tony seemed confused.
“You’re bleeding,” Rudy pointed out, in lieu of response. He ran his thumb over the tear, which was mostly dry now.
“Oh.” Tony found the spot with his teeth, pulling at it strategically to make it bigger, and blood welled up faster than before. The metallic smell hit the air, and Rudy whined high in his throat. He tugged his sleeve down over his palm and picked hard at the threads, tearing a new hole with the tips of his nails. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip. He twitched his head and readjusted his shoulders.
“Better?” Tony asked with a bright smile.
Rudy just rushed in to kiss him again; Tony tilted his head, clacking their teeth together and wincing but quickly course-correcting to lick into Rudy’s mouth and press him too-hard into the pillow, and Rudy could taste it, he could taste blood and he could taste Tony. He moaned again, more than a little lost. He could hardly feel the bed beneath him anymore, only Tony, Tony, everywhere, iron in his mouth and weight on his hips and warmth in his chest. It was wonderful. He landed his hand on the back of Tony’s head and ran his tongue over the dull edge of the top set of Tony’s teeth, human as they were, and idly entertained the thought of what they’d feel like digging bluntly into his own neck, just for the sake of leaving a bruise. His hands clenched at the thought, scraping his nails through the short-shaved back of Tony’s hair, and Tony groaned faintly.
He braced further forward, extending his legs and putting more weight on Rudy, shoving him into the mattress, and Rudy loved it. Tony was so warm, he couldn’t help but notice, and Rudy loved that he was allowed to bask in it. Tony’s tongue flicked clumsily away from his molars, brushing past Rudy’s tongue, his hips pressed him down to where his chest could pin him, his hand on the back of his head kept him angled and Rudy thought this was like floating, only better, because floating was boring, but this… this was everything.
Tony slipped his tongue gently past his lips again, then kissed him chastely, then stopped entirely. He leaned down, bumping their foreheads together. Rudy was starting to think he wanted to live with their foreheads resting together, but he didn’t exactly have any complaints about the idea. Tony’s breath was coming in puffs over Rudy’s face, and so was his, strangely enough; Rudy didn’t need to breathe, but he had been anyway, for the better part of the night, it seemed.
Tony heaved one deep, slow sigh, then sat up, shaking out the hand that had been beneath Rudy’s head. “Are you alright?”
Rudy couldn’t help but scoff. “Am I alri- Tony I am wonderful. You are wonderful.”
Tony grinned, a big, buoyant grin, one that crinkled up the sides of his eyes in the cutest way, and flopped to the side so he could cuddle Rudy without crushing him. He stuck his nose into the now-messy spikes of Rudy’s hair.
“Would this be an appropriate time to call you a ‘dumb-ass’?” Rudy said sarcastically, using the slang that Tony had been trying to teach him lately and turning into Tony’s neck like always.
“Yeah, it would.” Tony chuckled. He settled further into the bed, then dropped one gentle kiss on Rudy’s forehead. “I’m glad I met you.”
Rudy pressed a kiss into the front of his throat in return. “Me too.”