What do you think about Peter giving of pheromones that make all males super horny, and drives Tony absolutely crazy and then they are fucking like desperate animals in heat
Maybe if he closed his eyes hard enough, Peter would disappear. But every time he opened them again, there was the boy, looking perfect. Soft, creamy thighs displayed and thick on those very short shorts, his ass perking up just slightly as the boy sat up straight.
He had no idea of what he was doing to Tony. Not at all, and the man was going crazy. Was he supposed to be the bigger person and let him know that just like some women, he had something he needed to take care of every month? Something that was making every single male in a two mile radio go absolutely mad?
If he didn’t know the boy, he’d say he was doing it un purpose, because every time he entered the room and Tony could feel his pants too tight (which happened around every 15th of the month), the boy was wearing something showy. The other day he walked inside the room with a pink skirt and high socks, even some lipstick. Tony had to excuse himself for a second.
But he understood. Some of his ex’s had told him that when they were on their period they felt hornier, and maybe that’s what happened to Peter, because if Tony was feeling extremely sexual every time the boy made an appeareance, then he couldn’t imagine what Peter was feeling like with those pheromones inside of him, as in; inside his body.
“Is there something wrong, Mr. Stark?” the boy muttered, suddenly a little self consious. He knew that maybe his outfits weren’t appropiate for working, but he also remembered Tony telling him that he didn’t care. Had he changed his mind?
Tony sighed, looking at Peter up and down, the bright blue shirt he had falling gracefully in his back, making him look like he had it arched, and now, everything that Tony wanted was to touch him.
“Yes, there’s something wrong. Stand up” he muttered.
Peter obeyed, and when he reached the floor, showing his mentor his whole outfit, the bump of saliva running down Tony’s throat was visible. He had fishnets that reached his knees, the shorts making his ass round and sexy. His hair was all messed up and Tony really wanted to run his hands through it, pull it maybe.
“Is that… is that eyeliner?” asked Tony with a low, almost choked voice. Peter nodded, looking down and trying to think of ways he could take it off.
“If you land me some clothes, I’ll go change, I’m sorry I came here like this, I just feel… weirdly comfortable in my body some days, I can’t explain it, Mr. Stark… Mr. Stark?”
Tony was with his hands in his face, biting his lower lip so hard he was about to draw blood. Peter thought the man was angry, but the moment his hands fell to the side, the look of Tony’s face instantly changed Peter’s thoughts. The man wasn’t mad. He was…
“I can explain it, Peter”
He slowly made his way to where the boy was standing and reached down, taking Peter’s hand into his own and turning it around, seeing black nails. “Just like… some women, you sometimes exude some pheromones, and well, they’re sexual pheromones. And they get men aroused, specially… specially the ones very close to you”
When Tony finished, Peter looked down, and what he found, was that there was a bump almost poking his leg coming from Tony’s pants. The man was… turned on? By him?
Tony let go of his hand and he fixed a stray of Peter’s hair, putting it behind his ear, then he ran his hand down his neck, reaching his shoulder and then going down his arm, his other hand now reaching forward to settle in Peter’s hip, bringing him closer by a soft grip.
Peter didn’t put resistence, his mind still too shocked about the revelations to make any connections. But when Tony’s right hand reached his lower back, Peter knew he was screwed.
By the look on Peter’s face, Tony reached even further down and cupped his ass cheek, a faint moan escaping Peter’s lips as he felt his own cock twitch. His body was waking up.
“Say a word and I’ll stop”
Peter couldn’t bring himself to say anything, instead, his own hands reached to the man and grabbed him by the shirt, bringing him closer and connecting their lips softly, slowly, savoring the devilish taste of liquor on his lips.
Both Tony’s hands were now on his ass, cupping his cheeks and trying to pull him closer, the kiss deepening as both Tony’s and Peter’s body started to fully wake up. This was happening.
Peter ran his hands through Tony’s hair, pulling it slightly and trying to hump himself against the man, his shorts feeling too damn tight already.
“I need you” he whispered against his lips, the man’s grip suddenly becoming rough, his eyes turning at least nine shades of dark.
“I need you more than you need me”
Before the boy could say anything, he was being bent over the desk, his ass round and big, ready to be fucked and wrecked, absolutely destroyed by his lover.
“Can I tell you a secret, Mr. Stark?”
The man licked his lips at the sighed, his eyes going down on him until he found the fishnets again, his cock twitching impossibly harder inside his slacks. He hummed, letting his boy know he could tell him whatever he wanted to.
“I knew there had to be a reason why I self lubricated every month”
Tony almost choked on his breath. “You what?”
Peter swayed his hips, showing him that his shorts had a stain right where his hole was. The fucking slut was wet. He was wet.
Tony took a deep breath and slowly but sure, moved the wet fabric to the side and he discovered two things. Peter was not wearing any type of underwear and his soaked, pretty pink hole was clenching slowly, making Tony ache to be inside.
He let the fabric go and braced himself, undoing his belt as Peter looked at him from his shoulder, his eyelashes pleading him. Tony was more than happy to comply.
His pants fell and with them, his underwear. Peter gulped at the sight of that veiny, very big and precum-leaking cock. The man slowly grabbed his boy’s hip and with the other moved the fabric aside again, seeing him exposed and vulnerable again.
Tony slowly lined up with him and that’s when Peter realized he was getting fucked with his shorts on, but he didnt’ have time to think about it much longer because suddenly the man was pushing inside, the strech making Peter’s head spin, feeling complete, full, but still pushing back on it.
“You’re so used to taking big things… you’re such a slut, Peter, I should’ve known that with that face of yours…” he didn’t get to finish because Peter litterally humped the table to pull away from Tony’s cock and then push it back inside, his own throat making a strangled sound as he felt his own eyes roll back in pleasure.
“What were you gonna say?” choked Tony, his hand now gripping Peter’s hair and yanking it back with every thrust. The boy could barely speak with his neck exposed like that, though he knew he had to answer.
“Da- daddy” he whispered, knowing that Tony was going to hear him. The pace then became brutal, Tony slapping against him with the force of an animal, his own erection bumoing mercilessly against the hard table, forcing him to not let go.
Tony was gripping the boy’s hair so tight he thought he was going to choke Peter to death, but the boy was more than happy to do so, pushing back every time he could agaisnt that monstrous thing, moaning desperately and being absolutely unaware that he was being filmed.
Tony winked at the camera and bit his lip, knowing by the sloppy movements his lover was making that he was about to come.
“Come for daddy, Peter, the only one that makes you feel like this. You may fuck other guys in the future, but you’ll always return here for me… the only one who can satisfy you”
Peter’s eyes let two teardrops fall, his hands squeezing the table so hard his knuckles turned white, and finally, he could let go, staining the other end of his shorts with white streaks, clenching his hole so hard he knew he was milking Tony.
But he let out another loud moan as he felt Tony’s come stain him from inside, his cock so big there was no space left for the liquid, making it pour outside and run down Peter’s spread thighs like the whore he was.
“That’s it, baby, clench it… ah, that’s it… that’s how daddy likes it”
Peter gulped as he realized how good he was making Tony feel.
It was like a dream coming true.
And as Tony rode their orgasms, Peter being marked all over, either with bruises from the tight grip, teardrops, cumstains, or his wetness, Tony couldn’t help but to wink again at the camera, being fully aware of what movie he was going to watch that night.
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