"I'm not sure how I feel about this, for the record," Tony cut in, nose scrunching. "My boyfriend - who's been hero worshipping me since he was six - asked me to meet another man for his birthday."

"Five," Peter corrected absently, gaze raking over the other sharply attired billionaire with the kind of look a cat got right before it caught the mouse.

"You know what, nope. I've realised you definitely have a type and I don't like it," Tony announced decisively, jutting out his chin.

"We're having birthday sex later, you'll get over it," Peter dismissed, waving a hand at him before extending it forwards. "It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Wayne, Sir."

"Uh, excuse me, I'm the charming billionaire you call Mister," Tony interjected on a mutter, scuffing his shoe against the polished tiles.