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It slips out by accident.
Tony is pretty much folded in half, Stephen buried deep inside him and leaning down close. His thrusts are short, grinding things. The hot, musky air they’re sharing feels close and safe. Stephen’s expression is beautifully tender, and when he says, “Is that good, baby?” it feels absolutely natural for Tony to gasp, “So good, daddy.”
He might not have even realized what he’d said, except that Stephen pauses.
Oh shit, Tony thinks, panicking. Twenty years of biting that back because God forbid the press hear about it and I slip now? Okay, so Stephen would never go to the press, but still. Tony opens his mouth to say who knows what, but Stephen gets there first: “Is that what you want, baby? A daddy to take care of you?”
A whimper escapes Tony. Fuck, how is it possible for Stephen to get more perfect? He nods frantically.
“Use your words,” Stephen says firmly, but he goes right back to those perfect, grinding thrusts.
“Please take care of me, daddy,” Tony says softly. God, he feels shy. It’s amazing.
Stephen smiles warmly. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to make sure you get everything you need.”