Harry pulled back fractionally as he reached around to clip Tony’s gun and pager on his belt, but Tony wouldn’t let him go far and kissed him again. He pinned the slightly younger man to the kitchen bar, his hands working down Harry’s hips, parting open the robe, and pushing his lower body against Harry’s. He could feel the pumping of blood and the adrenaline take him over. It didn’t help that Harry wasn’t wearing anything under the robe. They both preferred sleeping nude.