Stark's Right Hand Man

His warm hands slid up the man’s thighs, resting there comfortably. “I’ll have whatever you’re having – considering you’re not on the menu.” 

“Your accent…” Napoleon’s voice rumbles deeper, and he tugs playfully at the back of Happy’s hair as he brushes his lips up against the curve of his jaw. “Is very sexy. Very New York. Reminds me of home.” He rocks forward with just that gentle tightening of fingers on his waist.

His eyes are warm and hazy with a growing lust and delight, his smile drifting lazily, and he sinks easily into the familiar feeling of seduction and satisfaction as he ghosts his lips over the corner of Happy’s lips, overlapping, but not quite kissing. 

     “Yeah?” Happy hums rather distractedly as Napoleon goes to town on his neck, his eyelids fluttering as he clutches his hips just a little tighter. “Maybe I should keep talkin’, then. If it’s so sexy t’you...” He purrs, closing his eyes for a moment as he feels his lips at the corner of his jaw.

     “We’re still in the middle of a park, y’know...” He murmurs, curling his fingers into the loops of Napoleon’s pants as he pulls him back again, the backs of his thighs bumping lightly against the large rock they’d been leaning on not long ago as he catches Napoleon’s lips in a firmer kiss.

“Good, because I’m tired and lazy and would rather you straddle me.”

“Are you feeling pretentious tonight or would you rather order in?” 

“Good. Am I taking you to dinner?” 

“Better?” 

“Don’t be like that, you know I love you.”

“It’s fine, I like it.” 

“You’re putting words into my mouth.”

“There’s nothing wrong with a little cushin’ for the pushin’”

“Why, are you saying you’ve gained weight?” 

“Are you talking to me or the dog?” Harry murmured wittily, a rather satisfied grin appearing on his face for such a sharp comment, until his lips were drawled in for a kiss. A little excitement bubbles in his stomach, the prospect of their trip becoming more real. “Time to go to Daddy.” He muttered to the pup, large hands bundling the fluff ball and placing him into Happy’s lap.

Harry got to his feet, admiring the smile that Happy now wore and immediately knew this whole thing had been a good choice. “He can go wherever you want him to. – Home, with you - if you’d like.” He crouched down between the pair of them, finger pressing to the little dogs nose lightly. “You can look after each other when I’m away.”

     “Busted,” He grins, accepting the pup eagerly. His fingers scratch against his chin as he looks up at Harry, a half smile on his lips as he just watches him for a moment. He really is smitten with the guy, and he’s pretty damn exciting about taking a vacation with him. 

“You make it sound like that’s a bad thing.” Harry chuckled, he really would do anything for the man at the click of the fingers and there weren’t many people around he’d do that for. “Your name is Harold.” He reminded with a slight tease, a light breath escaping his lips in satisfaction of the moment. “I have you know I fully intend on growing old and miserable with my cardigans.” 

“Your accent is fantastic.” He sways into the touch with a surge of pleasure, of affection, and he dips his head to nudge his nose at the curve of Happy’s neck. “You know…” He draws back to shake his finger lazily in Happy’s direction. “I have a car back in England I think you might just want to take a proverbial swing at. Maserati.”

“Do you have a dog?” In his habit, he switches the conversation as quickly as his mind swings to a new topic. “You seem like you’d be the perfect dog owner.”

     “My accent is ridiculous,” He corrects, but he’s grinning a little wider as he feels a nose nudging against his neck. “Yeah?” He almost purrs at that, fingers pressing into Napoleon’s hips at the thought. “Might have to come give it a go when I get some time off.” 

      He blinks at the change of topic, but he’s grinning still, shaking his head. “No, I don’t have a dog. I’ll get one one day, but my life ain’t always stress free. I fly a lot, with Tony and Pepper.” He shrugs, brows raising. 

“Your wish is my command.” Harry’s eyes fell shut momentarily, just resting in his post coital bliss. He didn’t care much for his hair, as long as pomade kept it in place during most missions. Harry took it upon himself to run fingers through his lovers hair too, noting how soft it always was, not to mention how great it smelt. “I’m more than prepared – just because I haven’t put a ring on it doesn’t mean I don’t want you for the rest of my miserable years.”