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"I love you more," he insists automatically, chasing the kiss until it's gone and he's left breathless and panting. When Pepper turns aroundm, his hand immediately finds one side of her waist, gripping onto her hip as he takes in their image reflected back at him. Tony bites his lip against a needy outburst, instead making himself useful in finding her opening and slowly pushing one finger inside. She's so wet it makes his knees weak, knowing he did that; knowing she's that wet from watching herself, and from watching them. "Damn we're pretty," he's commenting, his other hand wasting no time lining himself up. While it seems animalistic and not at all romantic, he feels a different string being tugged in his chest every time their eyes catch in the mirror. No one else has to approve this; this is all them. Without further stalling, Tony moves his hand aside and grips her thigh stretching the skin slightly to keep her open to him. And then he's pushing in from behind, doing his best to get as flush with her body as he can before moving.