Strange shivered in your grasp, his heart pounding underneath your fingertips. “God, when you say my name…” The Doctor’s lips captured yours as he pulled you closer to him. 
You could feel him pressed against your crotch, half hard. You smirked against his lips, liking the power you had over him with just one word: his name. Your hips lifted off the table, the cape helping to lift you as you ground against the Doctor. Your hands were in his hair, pulling it lightly as you slipped your tongue past his lips. The Doctor’s left hand wandered across your right thigh, spreading your legs. You pulled on his hair tighter as he pushed up your skirt for access. His hand knocked against your skin as it shook but from his movements you knew he was far from nervous about his intentions. 
“Dammit…” Strange pulled away from your lips, his breathing fast. His hand slipped from outside your knickers, to beside your thigh. 
You frowned at him, touching your now swollen lips. Why had he stopped?
“Well would you look at that!” Stark’s voice rang out through the kitchen. “Could you maybe not screw each other in my kitchen? People have to eat here.” Iron man’s brown eyes scrutinised the pair of you as he laughed. 
You shook your head, trying to rearrange your hair into some sort of order. “It’s not what it looks like…” You muttered, pulling down your skirt. 
“Magic was happening on my breakfast bar, Y/N. Don’t tell me otherwise.” Stark looked to Strange, his eyes looking to the doctor’s waist and then back to his face. “I swear you didn’t use a wand last time we went on a mission, Strange.” Stark winked, grabbing a drink and leaving the pair of you flustered in the kitchen. 
“Maybe a portal thingy to your bedroom?” You turned to Strange, laughing.
“Why not yours?” Strange raised an eyebrow. 
“My bed is covered in work papers." 
Strange waved his hands - his bedroom on the other side of the fiery circle. 
"Ladies first.” He winked. “And as for being sorry, I’m not. I never was,” he called after you, his smirk evident in his voice. 
You grabbed Strange’s blue tunic, pulling him through the portal. "You’re going be sorry, Stephen, so very sorry." 
The Doctor smirked, closing the portal behind him. "I look forward to it, Y/N.”