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the uk government is trying to scrap the human rights act.
i’ve not seen a lot in the media about this so i’m going to do my best to put this into words and explain what will happen if the government is successful in replacing the human rights act with the rights removal bill.
this will mean that in the uk:
you won’t be allowed to say anything negative about the government
if you are disabled or chronically ill, you won’t be allowed to say no to being given a DNR in hospital
you won’t be allowed to bring ‘trivial’ human rights violations to court
public authorities (the police) won’t have to actively protect people’s human rights
the uk military will be allowed to basically do whatever they want overseas
if you ever commit a crime, they can disregard your human rights
the government will not be obligated to obey human rights
if you are from the uk PLEASE sign this petition, and also to everyone else, please please please share this.
the uk government is trying to scrap the human rights act.
i’ve not seen a lot in the media about this so i’m going to do my best to put this into words and explain what will happen if the government is successful in replacing the human rights act with the rights removal bill.
this will mean that in the uk:
you won’t be allowed to say anything negative about the government
if you are disabled or chronically ill, you won’t be allowed to say no to being given a DNR in hospital
you won’t be allowed to bring ‘trivial’ human rights violations to court
public authorities (the police) won’t have to actively protect people’s human rights
the uk military will be allowed to basically do whatever they want overseas
if you ever commit a crime, they can disregard your human rights
the government will not be obligated to obey human rights
if you are from the uk PLEASE sign this petition, and also to everyone else, please please please share this.
Imagine Tony making this face when Peter starts blowing him for the first time since the beginning of their relationship, as shy-innocent-precious-cute-Peter Parker is basically deep throating him and sucking out his mind.
And, man... Tony Stark comes embarrassingly quickly, while Peter just swallows and keeps licking the tip with huge, curious eyes staring at him.
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(Yeah... I keep testing tumblr with my content even though my blog is for now restricted 🥳)
A/N: Now that kinktober is out of the way, it is time to update my various other fics.
Here is part 4 of a Place on Earth. Checkout my masterlist to read the previous three instalments.
Summary: Peter makes a decision about what he wants from Tony and decides to tell him. Will Tony want the same thing?
Wordcount: 2.8k
Pairing: Tony Stark/Peter Parker
CW: Angst; Pining; Getting drunk; Hand job; Tony calling Peter 'bambino' (cos that's a warning!)
As soon as the elevator reached the ground floor, Peter was running across the lobby and out of the doors of the tower as fast as his legs could carry him. He didn’t stop running until he reached Central Park and sought refuge in a secluded area by a large tree.
He collapsed against it gulping in air, his eyes stinging as he tried to hold back tears.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
He squeezed his eyes shut as he rested his head against the rough trunk, feeling his hair snag, the slight pain grounding him.
He was such an idiot. How could he have done that? Ignored the number one rule; Don’t fall in love with a married man!
But……., whispered the devil on his shoulder, Tony obviously feels something for you……
If the man were happy in his marriage, would he have reacted as he had? Kissed him and held him. Said that Peter was his and that it was all real? God, and now that Peter had had a taste, could he walk away?
He liked Pepper, he really did, but could he let this moment slip away? Could he fight for what he wanted? Could he be ‘the other woman?’
There was only one thing he could do now. Find MJ and get black out drunk.
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He wasn’t sure how many beers in he was when his phone rang. He picked it up and panicked.
“MJ! It’s Tony. What do I do?”
His friend, who somehow wasn’t as affected by the beer as he was, plucked the phone out of his hand, lowered the volume then flipped it face down on the bed.
“Let him stew, Parker. You’ve laid your cards out on the table. Let him work out how he wants to lay his. But you make him choose! Don’t let him have his cake and eat it.”
Peter flopped back onto the mattress.
“Oh god, MJ, I just….just love him so much. And when he kissed me…ow!”
She dropped down next to him, punching him on the arm.
“Less talk, more beer, before I puke all over you nerd.” But Peter wasn’t listening.
“I just want him to know that I’m right here. You know, when he’s ready. I know I can make him happy. Just thinking of him makes me happy.”
“Shut up Parker.” And she passed him another bottle.
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This is what death felt like. It had to be. His head felt as though someone was drilling into it and his tongue felt like carpet. Peter hated being hungover.
His hand fumbled around his bed until his fingers curled around his phone. Opening one eye he tried to focus on the screen. Two missed calls from Tony and a multitude of texts. Also a text from MJ letting him know she’d got home okay. He didn’t even remember her leaving, although did have a vague memory of her shoving him under his bed covers and calling him a moon-faced dweeb.
Gingerly opening his other eye, and wincing as the light caused another flash of pain, he opened the text conversation from Tony.
TONY: Please let me know ur ok
TONY: Pls answer. Im worried
TONY: If u don’t want to talk to me pls have KAREN call FRIDAY
TONY: Im sorry
TONY: I meant what I said Bambino. Pls talk to me
TONY: R u coming to the gala?
TONY: Pls come to the gala Petey. I need to talk to you.
Peter’s heart soared. Would Tony talk this way if he wasn’t really interested? If he didn’t want to be with Peter? Last night he had dismissed the idea of attending the gala, too embarrassed and ashamed. But was this his chance to actually lay it all out and tell Tony why he should be with him?
Could he be brave enough and try and seduce him? Peter wasn’t a total novice, he’d dated a few girls and had sex with Liz a few times when they were together (although the first time could probably be classed as a total disaster with him lasting approximately 30 seconds). He’d also kissed a few boys when he had been trying to distract himself from Tony and even jerked one of them off, but he’d never gone any further than that with a guy. Maybe Tony would want to bottom? Although even if he did, Peter wasn’t really sure enough of his skills to be able to make it good for the older man. And if he were being honest, he saw himself more in that role, having fantasied about it, practised opening himself up and bought himself a few toys.
Get it together Parker, don’t get ahead of yourself….
If he was going to do this, the first thing he needed was a suit. No, actually, the first thing he needed was a big glass of water and some Tylenol……
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A few hours later he was feeling better, one of the advantages of his enhanced body. That and a greasy breakfast at the local diner, before he and Ned went shopping. Okay, there was no way he could afford a suit that would be on par with any of the ones that Tony had bought him and were currently housed in the spare room at the tower, but it wasn’t as though he had the option of one of those at this moment in time. He didn’t want to risk Tony seeing him just yet; he needed to do this on his own terms.
“Erm, Peter, are you sure you want me to help you? Don’t you think MJ might be better at this?”
“Of course I want you here with me Ned, you’re my wing-man, right? It’s your job to make sure I’m properly dressed to make an impression……and to be honest MJ would either take the piss or moan, or both.”
Ned grinned, not in the least offended at Peter’s remark, punching him lightly in the arm.
“I got you man. Mr Stark isn’t going to be able to resist you.”
“Am I doing the right thing Ned? Throwing myself at a married man?”
“Well, to be honest, it’s not something I’d do. It’s a choice only you can make. But you already threw yourself at him and he reciprocated, so something’s there. You’re just, you know, making sure you’re both on the same page, understanding wise. He’s the one who has to decide whether he want Ms Potts or you. And if he doesn’t, me and MJ will be here for you.”
Peter threw his arm over his friend’s shoulder.
“Thanks Ned, you really are the best friend I could have.”
“You know it. And if you and Mr Stark get together, do you think you could get him to buy me the Lego Deathstar?” The two friends broke into laughter as they walked down the street.
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Peter didn’t think that he’d ever spent this much time and effort getting ready for a party. He showered, he shaved, he….trimmed….he even moisturised. He got his new suit down from where he had hung it up in the bathroom so the small creases from getting it home would fall out (thanks to Aunt May for that tip!). He slid on the crisp shirt, and rifled through his drawer for the only pair of cufflinks he owned, the pair that Uncle Ben had worn on his and Aunt May’s wedding day. His tie was thin and black, his jacket and trousers a dark charcoal. Luckily he wasn’t required to wear a full tuxedo. He didn’t think he would be able to tie a bow-tie and there was no way he would wear a clip-on to a Tony Stark party, he’d never live it down!
He’d taken down robbers and hoodlums, fought Captain America in Berlin, fought Thanos, why was he so nervous now? This would be the chance for him and Tony to be happy, for them to be free and live their lives together. He knew with every fibre of his being that Tony should be with him.
He got a cab over to the tower, his foot tapping and his fingers drumming. Security waved him through and he made his way to the ballroom. Tony and Pepper hadn’t yet arrived, but he said hi to Rhodey and to Happy. Availing himself of a glass of champagne he took up a place near the wall opposite the elevator that lead to and from the private floors. Which meant he saw Tony the minute he appeared.
He was arm in arm with Pepper, and they both smiled and waved, but Peter knew them both too well. He noticed the awkwardness of their body language, and saw their smiles didn’t reach their eyes. It was another five minutes before Pepper saw him. Her smile didn’t falter but she tensed slightly, a movement that made Peter feel guilty. But it was her reaction that drew Tony’s notice to Peter. Their eyes locked and for a moment the older man froze, before he bent to whisper something to Pepper, handed her off to Rhodey, who was stood near them, and stalked over in Peter’s direction.
Tony’s hand landed on Peter’s shoulder, and wordlessly steered him towards a side-room. The door shut with an audible click and then Tony was pulling Peter into a tight embrace.
“You came. Oh, you don’t know how glad I am to see you.” Tony moved to cup Peter’s cheek, his rough thumb brushing over the bone. Peter looked into Tony’s eyes, unable to draw his gaze away.
“Mr Stark….I…”
“It’s Tony, bambino…” Then Tony was kissing him, turning them so Peter was pressed against the door and holding him close with an arm around his waist. The kiss was soft, full of longing and banked desire, and Peter couldn’t repress a moan when he felt Tony’s tongue snake into his mouth. But it was over too soon, Tony pulling his lips away, and Peter chasing them for a moment until he felt Tony press their foreheads together.
“Petey….”
“Tony...I…I have to tell you….you should choose me…I know you might feel like you have an obligation to Pepper, but if you were truly happy, this wouldn’t have happened. But, I’ll wait if I have to, I’ll be waiting for you, when you need me. You deserve to be happy…and…”
Tony pressed a finger over Peter’s lips, silencing his ramble.
“Baby, Pepper and I are separated. Have been for months. Tonight is our last engagement together as a couple and next week we’re sorting the divorce papers. We love each other, but we’re no longer in love with each other. And besides, she’s in love with Rhodey.”
Peter pulled back, searching Tony’s face, trying to make sense of all of this information. He was rewarded by that smile that made Tony’s eyes crinkle in the corners.
“So, what I’m saying Peter, is that I’m yours, if you’ll have me.”
Words failed him, and his heart was in his mouth, so Peter did the only thing he could think off. He fisted his hands into Tony’s jackets and pulled him back in for another kiss, and he decided he was never going to let go.
He was the aggressor this time, not wanting Tony to have any chance to change his mind. His hips were jerking, grinding himself against Tony’s thigh, has he devoured Tony’s mouth, and then started to trail his lips around the older man’s jaw and down his throat.
“Bambino,” Tony’s voice interrupted him, all breathy and dazed. “Slow down.” He stepped back slightly, trying to put some space between them. “I’m not going anywhere. Except, back out there.” He gesticulated at the door behind Peter, which brought the young man back to reality.
“Shit, yeah…um…right. We…err… ought to go.”
“But before we do, do you need to sort that out?” Peter followed Tony’s gaze to his own crotch, which was obscenely tented. Peter gulped, and could feel that his cheeks were on fire. “You have four options here as I see it. One, I leave you here, you and your libido calm down and you follow me out in a bit, two, I leave you here and you sort yourself out. Three, I stay, and watch you sort yourself out. Or four, I stay, and I help you.” Tony’s voice had deepened, and he was running the fingers of one hand through Peter’s hair. “Your choice, sweet boy, there’s no wrong answer here, whatever you’re comfortable with.”
Peter would have liked to have claimed that he ran through all the options thoroughly, and weighed all the pros and cons, but no.
“Four!” The word tumbled out of his mouth of its own volition. The idea of Tony finally getting a hand on him, made him strain even more against the front of his pants. The older man’s smile was soft as he stepped forward again. He dropped his hand from Peter’s hair and nuzzled into the smooth skin of his neck.
“You can tell me to stop any time, okay?” All Peter could do was nod, his arms snaking up around Tony’s neck, afraid he was going to sink into a puddle on the floor. He felt the pressure on his cock decrease with the snick of his zip being lowered. He expelled a gasp as Tony large, warm hand cupped him through his boxers, then rocked back on his heels as Tony gave him a gentle squeeze.
“Tell me baby, has anyone else ever touched you like this?” Peter squeaked and nodded.
“L..Liz, once.”
“Hhhmmmm, and how was that?” Tony’s fingers played along the edge of his boxers before sliding underneath.
“It…was….oh god!..okay….” How was his brain supposed to form words when Tony had just wrapped his hand around Peter’s rigid cock!
“Well, I’m aiming for better than okay. But I’d like to see you baby boy. Can I?” Again, all Peter could do was nod. His head was leaning back on the door, his eyes closed. But he felt Tony tug down his suit trousers and boxers, as he himself pulled his shirt up and out of the way, clutching the fabric to his chest with one hand.
“Well, fuck, Petey. I think that’s the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen. Looks so delicious.”
Peter’s eyes shot open as Tony’s thumb rubbed across his slit, covering the roughened pad with the younger man’s arousal. Then, locking his gaze on Peter’s, Tony lifted his hand up to his mouth, and sucked his thumb in between his lips, moaning at the salty, musky flavour.
“You’re killing me already bambino. I can’t wait to get that in my mouth. I wish we had the time now.” And whilst that sounded like absolute heaven to Peter, he almost lost it then and there when Tony spat into his own hand before taking hold of his cock again, and jerking him with the right mix of speed and pressure.
He couldn’t hold back the sounds coming from his mouth, and was thankful for Tony pushing two fingers of his left hand in between his lips.
“Ssshh sweetheart, don’t want anyone else hearing your noises.” Tony’s hand slid down with a slight twist, and then gave a gentle squeeze on the upstroke, causing more and more pre-come to leak out and ease the glide.
And all the while, Tony’s lips tickled his ear, dripping honeyed words.
“Can’t wait to have you all to myself baby boy. Want to explore every part of you, find out what you like.”
Peter sucked harder on Tony’s fingers, all the sensations overwhelming. Tony’s touch was nothing like his own, and nothing like the tentative explorations of Liz.
“That’s it Petey, just feel it, so good for me.” He whined and his hips started to buck up into Tony’s grip.
“There we go, come for me sweet boy.” Peter felt himself spilling into Tony’s hand as he moaned and writhed. Tony removed his fingers from Peter’s mouth, retrieved a handkerchief from his pocket and started to clean his hand, whilst Peter slumped against the door, breathing heavily. Then, shoving the soiled fabric in his pocket, Tony set about tidying Peter up.
“You okay, sweetheart?” He cupped Peter’s cheek in his palm. “I wish we didn’t have to go back out there. I mean, I have to, but you can go if you want, or go up to your guest suite, or whatever you want.”
Peter wrapped his arms around Tony’s waist and pulled the older man close.
“I’ve got you in my arms now Tony, I’m not letting you go. I’ll head back out with you, and me and Mr Rhodes can both go pine from a respectful distance. And, I’d like to stay here tonight, if that’s okay.”
“It’s more than okay, Peter. Not to sound ominous, but we do need to have a grown up conversation about us. I don’t want to assume on your experience, but I think we can confidently say that I have more than you. So we need to discuss how we move forward and what you’re comfortable with, yeah?”
“Yeah. I love you Tony.”
“I love you too bambino. But, please, never wear this suit in my presence again, it’s horrible.”
(alright this is me testing the waters to see if I have enough support to come back ajsjsjs)
There was no one in this world who was allowed to call Tony, Anthony. Except one little human; Peter.
He didn’t choose to call him that every day, because why would he destroy their little secret? Instead, he used it in only one little place: the bed.
So, when Tony was pounding into Peter slowly, lights off, a candle on the window bay to stop them from falling asleep in between pleasures, Peter’s hands restrained by the tie Tony had worn all day and his legs spread and bruised like the slut he was… the words rolled off so effortlessly they ingraved themselves into Tony’s brain, causing him to hallucinate.
Because no one could stop Iron Man from releasing himself into the tiny rosy hole he so wholeheartedly loved once he heard his boy whisper “fill me, Anthony”.
AN: Hello my darlings. It's been a mission to get this finished for today, so apologies if the tenses are all skew-whiff. This is the last part (part five) of A Place on Earth (masterlist). There may be further drabbles and one shots, and in fact my Kinktober fics, Lingerie and Autumn Leaves fit in with this 'verses narrative.
Remember, this is set in a Post EG 'verse where Tony lived. Peter is of legal age, although his age is not specified.
Pairing: Tony Stark/Peter Parker
Word Count: 5.5k
CW: Frottage, Clothed Sex, Blow jobs, Anal finger, Ass Eating, Anal Sex, Tony calling Peter Bambino, Daddy Kink, Age gap, Feels, Domestic Fluff, Aftercare. NOT SUITABLE FOR MINORS
Heaven is a place on Earth
It had been four weeks since Tony and Peter confessed their feeling in a store cupboard of all places. Four weeks since they had become a couple (although they were still keeping it under wraps and away from the media until after Tony and Pepper’s divorce was finalised.)
Four weeks of cuddles and kisses.
Four weeks since Tony had touched Peter intimately.
And it was driving Peter mad.
Once the gala had finished Tony, Pepper, Peter and Rhodey had all gone upstairs to the penthouse. It had been sweet to see Pepper snuggling up against Rhodey on one of the sofa, holding hands and gazing at each other, now that they were able to. Peter and Tony had been on the opposite sofa, Peter similarly snuggled, his arms wrapped around Tony’s waist. They’d gone through a bottle of champagne between them and they’d all laughed when Tony had proposed a toast.
“To divorce and to new love!”
Pepper and Rhodey finally left, heading to Pepper’s suite, looking disgustingly sweet as the Colonel pressed small kisses to her knuckles as the elevator doors closed.
Finally alone, Peter started to feel nervous. But he needn’t have been. Tony just pulled him in closer, tipping his chin up with one finger and slotted their mouths together. It started slow, a teasing of lips over lips. Peter’s hands moved up to twine around Tony’s neck of their own volition, and he could help but press in further. He felt dizzy, like he was seeing stars twirl around his head. He didn’t even realise when he started to roll his hips, rutting up against the outside of Tony’s thigh, until he felt the chuckle against his lips as Tony pulled back.
“Oh to be as young as you again.”
His fingers ran through Peter’s curls.
“Going from 0-60 in 3.5, eh, sweetheart? But it’s time for bed. Off to your suite, Bambino and in the morning we can have breakfast and chat, yeah?”
He stood up from the sofa, drawing Peter with him, and walked him over to the elevator. The doors opened and he gently pushed Peter inside, dropped a soft kiss to his forehead, and then stepped out to let FRIDAY whisk the boy away.
Peter walked to his bed in a daze, grinning from ear to ear, because Tony loved him. He wasn’t afraid of his feelings anymore.
The next morning, he dressed in clothes from the walk-in wardrobe. The clothes picked by Tony. Peter especially loved the big red sweater. It felt cosy and warm, and was just the right type of baggy. Tony greeted him at the lift doors with a big hug and a lingering, but chaste kiss, before shoeing him towards the breakfast bar and serving him up a plate so full it was almost groaning. After eating they’d resettled on the sofa, cuddled together, whilst having one of the most awkward conversations of Peter’s life, as Tony gently ascertained Peter’s sexual experience.
“I don’t want to push you too far, too fast, sweet-heart. I don’t want us to do anything you might regret later on, or make you think I’ve taken advantage of you.”
“But I want to be with you, Tony. I want to be yours and you be mine and…….” Tony cut him off by kissing him and reducing him to a needy whiny mess but, again, pulled back before they could go too far, announcing they were going for a walk. It hurt that they couldn’t yet hold hands in public, but Peter understood, and to be honest, it gave him time to bring some order to his mind, without being distracted by Tony’s touch.
Because every touch was both heaven and hell. He wanted more, but he wasn’t sure how much. And Tony kept shutting down anything more than a kiss. Luckily, for his sanity he wasn’t with Tony every day, just from Friday afternoons until Monday mornings. And every night at the penthouse Tony sent him off to his suite with a kiss and a smile. It was both sweet and maddening. It was time for Peter to up the ante.
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The next Friday, their evening went as normal. Night fell across the city and they cuddled up on the sofa, watching a film and eating take-out. Every so often Tony would kiss him, and they would lose time as they were only focused on each other. As it got later Peter’s bravado increased. They were in the middle of their third (or was it fourth) make out session of the evening, when Peter moved to straddle Tony’s lap. The older man tried to pull back and put space between them, but Peter was nothing if not persistent. He tangled his fingers into the grey-streaked hair and squeezed his thighs against the outside of Tony’s legs.
“Tony….please….” he whispered against the stubble covered skin.
“I want to touch you. I want you to touch me.”
He could tell the moment Tony’s resolve broke, because he captured Peter’s mouth with a deep moan, and his hands found their way under Peter’s t-shirt. Tony’s strong but gentle fingers trailed over the back of his ribs, rubbed up and down his spine, each touch like a trail of fireworks across Peter’s skin. His thumbs dipped into the hollows on his hips, inching under the waistband of his sweat pants. It was almost too much and yet not anywhere near enough. Peter’s hands left Tony’s head, grabbing the hem of the worn and softened AC/DC t-shirt, pulling it up, only breaking their kiss long enough to drag it off the man he loved.
And now his own hands were free to roam, brushing over the coarse chest hair, tracing the edges of the arc reactor scar, following the veins as they travelled across the large biceps. He was so hard inside his boxers and his hips rolled of their own accord, rubbing against Tony’s equally hard length. He knew he should try and slow this down, or at least try to move the proceedings to somewhere else, but it all just felt too good to stop. The only sounds in the room were the sounds of their wet lips against each other, their twin moans, the light creaking from the coach as their hips canted in search of stimulation.
Peter could feel the pressure inside him building, and he pulled back from Tony to warn him, but his brain was fogged, and his mouth wouldn’t work.
“Tony, I….I…..hhhhnnngghh…..”
His hips bucked and he was coming inside his pants, but he didn’t care, because he was with Tony, and it was him who was making him feel this way, bringing him this pleasure. So wrapped up in his orgasm, he almost didn’t notice Tony reaching his own peak, shuddering and groaning under his thighs, whispering Peter’s name like a benediction. They stayed there, slumped together on the sofa, foreheads resting against each other as they both came out of their post orgasmic euphoria.
It was Tony who moved first, shifting Peter gently to lay on the sofa, dropping a soft kiss to his brow, before heading into his bedroom and connecting en-suite. He came back wearing new sweats, and therefore, probably clean briefs. He then scooped Peter up and carried him through to the bathroom. He placed him down to sit on the closed toilet seat, a small stack of clothes piled up next to the sink.
“Hey Bambino. You get cleaned up in here, there’s some fresh clothes for you. I’m gonna go make us some coffee, okay?”
Peter could hear the nerves in his voice, so as Tony turned to go, he reached out and took hold of his hand.
“Tony, I wanted that. Please don’t worry. You didn’t take advantage of me. I think, if anything, I took advantage of you. I want your touch so very, very much.”
He smiled and Tony smiled back, so Peter plowed on, with the next part of his plan.
“And I don’t want to sleep in the guest suite tonight. I want to sleep here with you. I want to fall asleep in your arms. Please let me have that.”
“I’ll think on it baby. You know I love you and just want what’s best for you.”
“I know, but I’m not a child. I know what I want, and that’s you.”
Tony sighed before ducking down and pressing a hard, but closed mouth kiss to Peter’s lips.
“You’re gonna kill me, Petey.”
The young man grinned and couldn’t help but sass.
“You love it…Mr Stark...”
Tony swatted at him playfully, grumbling something under his breath that sounded like “Fuck my life” and “Little brat”, before leaving Peter to clean up.
After washing himself down and redressing, Peter returned to the living room, and settled back on the couch next to Tony, who passed him a mug of milky sweet coffee, with a look that bordered on disgusted upon his face. He’d rewound the movie, so started it up again once they got settled. It only took 30 mins for Peter to realise that his coffee was decaff, as his eyelids grew heavy. He wrapped his arms around one of Tony’s, snuggling into his shoulder, and allowed himself to drift off. He stirred briefly as he heard Tony grumble, before he was picked up and carried through to the bedroom. A light kiss brushed against his cheek before sleep crashed over him fully.
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Peter woke gently the next morning. The Saturday morning sun was shining through the huge windows of Tony’s penthouse windows. Peter blinked slowly several times, letting himself come to unhurriedly. He could feel the warmth that surrounded him from the thick coverlet, but also from the firm body pressed up against his back. Tony’s. A corded arm was wrapped around Peter’s slim waist, holding him close, but he was able to turn himself over so he could study Tony’s sleep slack face.
Now logic dictated that if Tony’s face was covered in sleep creases, hair sticking up, mouth slightly open and a small drop of drool in the corner, it shouldn’t have been classed as sexy. But love is blind, and Peter’s eyes were almost literal hearts. He’d never had the opportunity to study Tony like this and he didn’t want to waste the chance given to him. His eyes roamed every tiny freckle, every wrinkle, the way strands of salt and pepper hair lay across his forehead and curled around his ears. Pushing the comforter down, he took in the sight of Tony’s muscular arms out the bottom of his t-shirt cuffs, littered with scars and coarse dark hair. The lower hem of the shirt had rucked up in sleep, showing off the tanned and very slightly soft abdomen where another trail of hair started and disappeared under a pair of sleep shorts.
To the young man, it was all just too tempting. He wriggled down out of the grip, to press his lips to the warm stripe of skin between the bottom of the shirt and the waistband of the shorts. He inhaled the musky scent that was all Tony, whilst peppering kisses across the revealed flesh. He couldn’t help but dip his tongue into Tony’s belly button and the way the warm body moved against him gave away the fact that the older man was now awake. That, and the morning wood that was pressed against Peter’s sternum.
“What are you doing Bambino?”
“Worshiping you. That alright?”
Peter smiled against coarse hairs in front of his lips.
“I think you should stop now….”
God, thought Peter. He’s gonna try and be all noble again….
“You really want me to stop, Tony?”
He knew he was being a little shit, but just had to press another kiss to Tony’s stomach whilst looking up at him.
“Shit, Petey. You know it’s not about what I want…”
His fingers came down and tangled into Peter’s curls, but he didn’t try to pull him up, just let them rest there.
“All you have to say is no. Stop. And I’ll stop….”
He continued his worship of Tony’s torso, one hand pushing the t-shirt further up, the other taking hold of Tony’s hip, dangerously close to his cock that was straining against the thin cotton. He shifted his body up Tony’s so he could kiss at the curve of Tony’s pecs and around the scarring on his chest, and in doing so, slid over Tony’s clothed erection, dragging a garbled cry from him.
“Peter…..”
“Doesn’t sound like a no yet….”
The fingers in his hair tightened when he ran his tongue over one dusky nipple, Tony’s hips jerking up under the erotic onslaught. Feeling emboldened, Peter slid back down, hovering his face over the tented fabric. He looked up and saw Tony’s eyes wide and dark with lust, so he shifted his head to rub his cheek over Tony’s bulge. Those eyes closed momentarily as a moan left his lips.
“Remember Mr Stark, you have to tell me to stop. Do you want me to stop?”
A small shake of Tony’s head was all it took for Peter to take hold of the waistband of Tony’s shorts and drag them down. Tony’s heavy cock sprung free, thick and cut, with a trimmed, but dense, thatch of hair around the base. Peter didn’t think he ever seen a cock look so delicious and tempting. He’d never had one in his mouth before, and wild horses couldn’t have stopped him at this point. In fact the only thing that would stop him would be Tony telling him, unequivocally, to do so.
He took hold of Tony in one hand, firm but gentle, feeling the smooth velvet softness of the skin over the hard core, feeling it twitch and pulse against his palm. The tip was flushed red and a pearl of pre-cum made its way out of the slit and started to run down the head. And once again Peter acted on instinct, leaning forward to lap up the small rivulet with his tongue.
“Fuuuuuuuuck!”
Tony’s hips jerked up again, so Peter licked him again, this time a stripe with the broad flat of his tongue from root to tip. And then a third time as he got lost in the feeling of power.
“Peter, baby, oh god…..”
The garbled words falling from Tony’s lips made Peter smile, the pull of those strong fingers in hair shooting a trail of arousal down to his own dick. He closed his mouth over the top and slid the tip of his tongue over the small slit, taking another taste of Tony’s essence. At another groan, Peter then sunk down as far as comfortable, his delicate hand covering the part of Tony’s length he couldn’t manage. He rubbed his tongue over the vein running up the underside before hollowing out his cheeks and sucking, as he moved his mouth up and down the thick shaft. He let his saliva pool and leak out the sides of his mouth, to provide a slick glide for his hand.
He knew that he’d love giving head, but now he was actually doing it, the feeling was unreal. The warm and hard, but also soft, length filling his mouth, the salty bitter tang on his tongue, the needy whines and grunts filling his ears and delectable small tugs on his hair as Tony got further and further caught up in his own pleasure. Peter kept his other hand on Tony’s hip, using some of his enhanced strength to keep the older man in place. And although he couldn’t wait for Tony to fuck him, he was considering it the other way more than he had previously, now he had had a small taste of being in charge. How he could use his strength to hold Tony just where he’d want him, draw more of those noises out him, and have him as a writhing mess beneath him. But first, he had to finish the job at hand….and mouth.
He started to try and inch himself down, take as much as he could and swallow around Tony’s cock, adding to the stimulus. He was obviously doing something right, as Peter could feel Tony trying to pull him up his body.
“Sweetheart, fuck…I’m gonna cum, gonna cum….”
Peter removed his hand from Tony’s hip and pressed it over one of his wrists, stopping him from pulling Peter off his cock. Tony, always trying to be the gentleman.
Tony came with a hoarse roar as his cum flooded his lover’s mouth. Peter tried his best to swallow it all down, the bitter taste straddling that gap between alright and not alright, but some escaped out between his lips. He pulled off with an audible pop, letting himself be pulled up Tony’s body as he chased the escaping rivulet of cum clinging to his lower lip with his tongue. He was so intent on getting every last drop he was taken by surprise when Tony crashed their mouths together, taking over the job of cleaning up Peter’s skin.
Peter melted in to him, relinquishing control and allowing Tony to roll them over. Tony kicked off his shorts and jerked his shirt off over his head, before deftly stripping Peter.
“You’re just full of surprises, Bambino.”
His voice was a purr.
“Here I am, trying to be good, keep myself under control, not rush you…..”
He slid down Peter’s body pressing kisses and small nips to his flushed skin and Peter couldn’t help but squirm.
“But then you go and tempt me beyond all reason. Rub yourself against me like a puppy, touch me whilst I’m sleeping, give me a blow job that makes me feel like I’m in heaven.”
He was kissing across one hip, then moved to give the same the same attention to the other.
“I’m only a man, Peter. And you push….and push….and push….”
He bit across the delicate skin three times to make his point. But then his expression softened.
“And you’re so pretty Petey, and I wonder why you’re here with me, and I worry you’re going to regret it and….”
“Tony, I don’t know what else I can do to convince you that I love you. But I swear to god, if you don’t touch me I think I might die.”
“Well we don’t want that, do we baby?”
And with his trademark smirk he gulped Peter down, almost to his base.
“Oh god, fuck, Tony, oh!”
This was nothing like the tentative blow job he’d got from Liz that one time. He wasn’t sure what Tony was doing with his mouth, but whatever it was, was going to send him to another plain of existence. And then one of Tony’s hands reached down and started to roll Peter’s balls around in his sac, one finger pressing up behind them. And Peter really want to draw this out and make it last, but he was young, and in love and being given only the second blow job of his life, by probably one of the most talented people and…..
“Mr Stark! Oh fuckfuckfuckfuck.”
He could feel Tony’s throat constricting around his dick as he came. It was magical.
Like the previous night, it took him a few minutes to come back to himself. Tony was holding him, petting his hair and muttering sweet nothings into his ear. Peter smiled up at him.
“Morning….”
Tony grinned back.
“Good morning to you! Breakfast?”
“You gonna bring it to me in bed?”
“What you gonna bribe me with?”
“A kiss?”
“Deal!”
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The rest of Saturday went as usual. They went for a walk in an out of the way park where they felt comfortable holding hands away from the prying lenses of the press. They found a small family run Italian place for lunch, where either no one recognised the great Tony Stark, or they didn’t care. When they returned to the tower Peter set himself up at the big dining table with his laptop and books, to get some studying done, whilst Tony went down to the lab to work on his own things and give Peter some space.
At 8pm, Peter packed up all of his school stuff, made grilled cheese sandwiches and directed FRIDAY to eject Tony from the lab.
They sat in companionable silence, eating their sandwiches and watching the Great British Bake-off, before Peter dragged Tony into the shower. And gave his second ever blow-job.
On Sunday morning Peter woke to Tony returning the favour before carefully fucking him with his fingers at the same time. Peter swore he’d never cum as hard.
Monday morning saw Tony sending Peter off to college with a lingering kiss, and a promise to see him the next Friday afternoon. It couldn’t come soon enough for the young man.
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“So, nerd, how’s it going with Mr Hot and Dad-like?”
“MJ! Please….he’s not like a Dad, ewwwww.”
“Yeah, but….” and she waggled her eye-brows, “he is a Daddy…”
She cackled at the flush that spread over his face, cutting off with a snort when Ned glared at her.
She whistled whilst pushing her right pointer finger through a circle made with her left pointer and thumb.
“Crude, M, crude. And no. Other stuff, yeah, but not that yet.”
He smiled looking at them from under his eyelashes.
“Ha! Petey has a plan to get laid. Awesome.”
“Ned!!!!”
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The following Friday afternoon finally came around, and when Peter arrived at the tower, slightly earlier than usual, he asked FRIDAY not to let Tony know he was there.
“Mr Stark is currently in his lab, Peter. Let me know when you want to be announced.”
“Thanks FRIDAY. When he does come up to the penthouse please engage blackout protocols please.”
“Sure thing Peter. There are things I don’t need to see…..”
Peter rolled his eyes at the sass of the AI, but made his way through to the luxurious bathroom. He entered the shower stall, and for the first few minutes just let the hot water wash over him. Then he began to wash himself, and then REALLY wash himself. He couldn’t hold back his own gasp as he sunk a finger into himself, and then two, making sure that he was as clean as possible. He really hoped tonight was going to go the way he hoped. He wasn’t massively hairy, but he did carefully shave his inner thighs before trimming his pubic area.
Having got all of that out of the way he dressed himself in a pair of skinny jeans, which he knew hugged him in all the right places, and a dark blue Henley which was slightly too small and clung to his pecs. He blow-dried his hair so that it was all soft and fluffy, and ran a chap-stick over his lips (he really should drink more water). He then went through to the kitchen and emptied the shopping bags he’d brought with him.
Peter wasn’t exactly a gourmet cook, but there were a few things he knew he could cook well; Steak, egg-plant parmesan and chocolate mousse. He popped on one of Tony’s play lists as he put everything together. When the mousse was in the fridge, and the Parmesan had ten minutes left he asked FRIDAY to send Tony up. As he heard the ‘whoosh’ of the elevator doors opening, he took the opportunity to bend right over to check on Aubergines in the oven. He smiled to himself as he heard Tony’s intake of breath. Straightening up, he turned around to flash that smile at his boyfriend.
“Can you set the table Tony? I’ve just got to fry the steaks. Medium-Rare okay?”
Tony stood still, as if planted to the floor.
“You’re cooking for me?”
“For us, but yes. I’m not a complete fool, I do know how to cook something more than grilled cheese.”
“But…but…”
Peter smiles, taking two strides over and pressing his finger over Tony’s lips.
“You cook me breakfast all the time, so I thought I’d cook dinner. Now, crockery, cutlery, wine glasses. The wine is already in the carafe and I need to concentrate on the steaks.”
As Peter brought the plates to the table FRIDAY automatically dimmed the lights and changed the playlist to a delicate instrumental one that Peter had been working on for the past few days. He couldn’t help but smile again when Tony made various moans and groans of delight when he tasted the steak. They kept up small talk about what they had been doing with their weeks whilst they ate.
When it was time for dessert Peter ramped up his plan. As he ate the mousse, he made sure to draw the spoon through his lips slowly when Tony was looking at him. When he got to the bottom of the dish, he swiped his finger around it, before sucking it clean. He saw Tony eyes widen and go dark, and felt a shiver shoot down his spine.
Peter cleared the plates, placing them next to the sink to deal with later (or tomorrow) and then walked around to Tony’s side of the table, drawing the billionaire to his feet.
“Dance with me,” he asked as he placed his arms around Tony’s neck and started to sway to the gentle music, humming along. He nuzzled his head against Tony’s shoulder, every so often pressing his lips against his jaw-line.
“Peter…….”
Tony sighed in his ear, and when Peter raised his head, Tony captured his lips, kissing him deeply and tenderly. They clung to each other, no longer swaying, and the kiss became hotter and full of need.
“Tony, please….make love to me. I want to be yours….”
Peter’s voice was quiet, but firm.
“I can’t wait any longer……”
Tony moved his arms to grab Peter on the backs of his thighs, hoisting him up to wrap his lean legs around his lover’s waist, and strode through to the bedroom, placing kisses over the exposed skin of his throat. They tumbled together on the bed, helping each other out of their clothes, kissing, nipping and sucking as flesh was bared.
Peter, feeling empowered, managed to pin Tony to the mattress, sliding down his body and sucking his thick cock into his mouth, moaning around it and bobbing his head, wanting to make Tony as desperate with need as he was. He pulled off after a few minutes, lips red and shiny, hair in disarray where Tony had been holding onto him.
Their mouths crashed together again briefly, before Tony manhandled him onto his hands and knees.
“Gonna get you ready, Bambino, gonna have you crying out my name, begging me to fuck you.”
Peter wondered what Tony meant, but before he could let rip with some sass, Tony was holding his ass cheeks apart and pushing his face between them and……..oh.
Oh!
He’s almost embarrassed by the reedy, whiney sounds that came out of his throat, as Tony licked over his hole (yeah, definitely worth all that cleaning) and then started to kiss it, make out with it even, his tongue laving over every crease of his furled muscle and starting to press into it.
Peter’s arms give out after only 20 seconds or so, and he collapses, shoulders down, head to the side, fists curled into the sheets.
“Oh my…fuck….ung…shit…..”
He could feel that his cock was so hard it was resisting gravity, almost touching his stomach, despite the fact he was on his knees.
He could feel Tony’s tongue pressed in as far as it could go, making pleasure dart through him.
He could feel he was weeping pre-cum like a broken faucet, but when Tony pulled back slightly, and then slid a finger into him before going back to sucking and licking his rim, he became almost like a waterfall. One finger becomes two, and he can feel a coil in his abdomen, twisting tighter and tighter. The overwhelming feeling make tears prickle in his eyes.
“Tony, oh god……please….”
Tony pulled away and turned Peter over, kissing his face, cleaning up every tear. He grabbed hold of a pillow, and tucked it under Peter’s hips, before taking hold of the bottle of lube, pouring some straight onto the spit-slick hole and coating his fingers.
“Shhhh, baby, its okay. Almost ready, wanna make it real good for you. Love you so much.”
He slid one finger back in, gently thrusting, before re-adding the second. He twisted and turned them, spreading them apart, stretching the younger man thoroughly. Peter arched up, gasping as Tony added a third finger and bumped up against his prostate.
“Oooooh, found the spot, have I?” Tony teased.
Then, to make it worse better worse, he ran his tongue up Peter’s cock, curling it to scoop up the briny fluid coating the flushed head. Peter was almost delirious, so many sensations flooding him. Tony was making him feel so much, he was so good at this, he was…..
“Daddy!”
The word burst from his lips unbidden, driven forth by pleasure. Peter only realised what he said when he felt Tony still his ministrations. Peter looked down, worry etched on his face.
“Shit, I’m so sorry…it just slipped out…”
“Repeat what you said, Bambino. Come on, say it for me.”
His eyes were so dark they were almost black, almost animalistic. Peter got the sense that Tony wasn’t upset.
“Daddy?”
Tony almost growled and thrust his fingers again, twisting his wrist slightly and nudging that spot again.
“Louder, baby. Like you mean it…..”
“Daddy! Please! Fuck me, please.”
Tony added more lube to his fingers as he moved them in an out, so the glide was smooth and easy, before removing them entirely. He then slicked up his cock, before rising up over Peter, caging him in, kissing him deeply.
“Hold onto my shoulders Petey, and you want me to stop at any point, just tell me okay? So just relax for me…..”
Peter felt Tony pressing against him, a thick, blunt pressure, which wasn’t painful, but felt a bit strange, and then, oh! his body gave and the head of that beautiful cock was inside him. His eyes rolled back as Tony moved his hips back and forth in increments, slowly rocking himself in, inch by inch. Peter’s fingers clutched onto his muscular shoulders.
“Daaaaadddyyyy!”
“Yeah baby, I’m here, so good, so pretty.”
Tony groaned as he bottomed out, drawing forth a cry from Peter’s throat. He stayed still, and Peter could feel Tony throbbing inside him, like a second heart-beat and he felt so full and it was so much and…….
“Pleasepleaseplease, move, oh god, you gotta….”
“I know, here it is, shhh, feel it, yeah….”
Tony pulled back slowly, before thrusting forward just as slowly, revelling in the glide, the warmth, the tightness. The next thrust was a bit faster, but he wanted to make it last, make it as good for Peter as it could be for his first time.
Peter gripped at Tony, legs tight around his waist. He’d never imagined it would feel like this, and when Tony adjusted the angle of his thrusts to rub over his prostate he felt tears in his eyes again. He wa breathing hard, unable to think about anything. He was a being only able to feel, one giant nerve ending, an instrument for Tony to play.
“Touch yourself for me, Bambino. Make yourself come for me. So beautiful.”
Peter’s not even sure how he moved his hand from Tony’s shoulder. He ran it down the side of Tony’s face, somehow managing to focus on his lover’s expression of sheer carnal desire. Tony turned his head slightly, kissing Peter’s palm, and then running his tongue over it, to provide some lubrication. The action had Peter tensing involuntarily, making Tony groan as he felt the squeeze around his cock.
When Peter finally took hold of himself he became a babbling wreck, pleasure flowing through him from two directions and he knew it wouldn’t take him long to come. It seemed Tony knew it too, because he sped up his own movements.
Tony kissed him as he came, drawing the moans and whimpers into his own mouth. To Peter it felt like he was cumming forever, spurts and spurts of white covering his stomach, some hitting his chest, and as it finally slowed Tony drew away slightly, then thrust hard, once, twice, three times, before burying his head into Peter’s neck and riding out his own orgasm. Peter felt himself being filled with Tony’s cum, warmth spreading through his insides and it made him shiver and clench as he rode through his aftershocks.
Peter didn’t know how long they lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, enjoying the closeness, but finally Tony pulled away, moving quickly to the bathroom to clean himself and then returning with another pair of warm wash cloths, one for Peter’s abdomen and cock, the other for between his legs. He dropped a kiss to Peter’s hip, before pulling some sleep shorts onto him and climbing back into the bed behind him, pulling the younger man in close.
“You okay sweetheart?”
“’M in heaven, Daddy.” He knew he was slurring but he was so sleepy, so warm, so happy.
“You sleep now, Petey. Let me hold you. I love you so much.”
"Aren't you bi?" Tony's left eye twitches and Peter slams his laptop lid close on Ned's startled cackling and MJ's triumphant grin at getting a rise from the billionaire. Clears his throat and tries to stamp down his giggle.
"Yeah, what's up?" They're in May's apartment for the night, visiting in the hopes that they'll catch Happy ripping his pants while proposing. Plans were, sadly, cut quick when Tony's driver took one glance at their amused faces, flushed red like a cherry and then dragged Peter's aunt to a five star hotel for the weekend. On Tony's tab as payback, obviously.
"So instead of, I don't know, buying scented candles, maybe some nice dinner-"
"Tony, I'm not eating another microwaved meal just because you like the chemicals-"
His boyfriend flicks his wrist, pretends he hasn't spoken a word, "Hear something? No? Great, neither did I. Dinner, flowers, a few chocolates-"
"Halloween was last week and you ate all of Morgan's candy!" Tony looks around, raises a hand to his ear and makes a face, hear something? Peter sighs, falls back on his twin bed with a soft thump. Shakes his arms so this ridiculous man keeps going with his interrogation.
"Or, and this is just me saying random stuff, condoms, lube," he groans, shoves his face into his Spider-Man pillow and drags the Batman blanket over himself, "I mean, hey, how about a toy or two? I know there's a cute little sex shop down the road and they're having discounted prices."
Peter snorts, peeks out at Tony. "Are you really that serious about sleeping with me in my childhood bedroom?"
"No, I'm that serious about railing you in your childhood bedroom. Please, Pete, there's a difference. Anyway, in favor of buying what I've just mentioned, my sweet, loveable boyfriend decided to spend," Tony kicks under his bed and he lunges forward, gets a hand shoved into his face while the tallest of the two crouches and lifts-
"Fifteen dollars worth of Halloween candy when he promised-"
Peter yanks at Tony's arm, scrambles up his body like a monkey in order to steal back his sack of sweets.
"What the fuck are you doing, this is my nice Tom Ford suit!"
"Oh, please, this isn't the the three piece, two buttons, Tony, give them back!" Tony growls at him, stumbles to the open window and shoves the bag over the sill. He freezes, legs clutching at Tony's waist and hands wringing the soft silk of the (kinda meh, to be honest) suit.
"I thought you promised not to binge until Christmas, Pete. Thought we had ourselves an honorable wager between two, no, stop it, I swear to God, I will drop it if you don't calm down," the bag sways in the wind and he pouts, rubs his cheek over Tony's stubble.
"Please, Tony, I worked so hard carrying it up the stairs."
Tony huffs, turns his head away. "Yeah, no, I'm sure you did, Spider-Man. And don't try and fool me, you little minx. I know you're being affectionate for the sugar."
"Please, please, please, please," he whines, fingers tugging insistently at Tony's face, his shoulders, the long sleeves, the silver hair, "please, please, please, please, please. They had the sour vampire Haribo's on sale, Tony!"
"Which I could buy for you year round, Peter!"
"But I bought those with MJ and Ned at the store for fifty cents. It's not the same!"
"Oh, what, the rush of getting away with it while everyone had no idea it was available did something to you?"
"Exactly! Like me being with you!" Tony blinks at him for a moment or two, gears turning in his head. Peter gives him the puppy dog eyes Morgan perfected when she was three. The man sighs and hauls him upright, muttering about ungrateful boyfriends and sugar high teenagers driving him crazy.
Tony plops down on the bed and shoves him halfheartedly when he jokingly presses wet kisses over a fine nose and flushed cheeks.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm the best lover in the world. Stop wriggling and let me feed you candy, you monkey. Can't believe you bought this much, you'll get a, actually, can you get cavities?"
Peter shrugs, does a quick happy wriggle when Tony rips open the Haribo bag and gives him a red bat. "I got one or two when I was a kid, but nothing after the spider bite. Aren't you going to have a piece?"
"Well, seeing as how my doctor threatened me with fifty blood tests if I ate too much sweet stuff-"
"Then you cheated the wager!"
"Are you serious, I eat you out all the time and you're sweet. I can have a piece of chocolate every, like, blue moon. Here, you can have the bats and I'll have-"
"Me?"
"You honestly offering yourself over candy?"
"Yes?"
"...yeah, ok, scooch over."
Peter settles back on his pillow with the bag of candy, content with his impromptu dinner and a show. Until, of course, Tony does something life altering with his tongue that makes him see stars and accidentally yeet the bag off his bed and into the living room. Yeah, they have a hard time cleaning all of it before his aunt comes home.
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When Happy and May get back, Peter has a rather distinctive hickey on the side of his neck that looks like, of all things, a tiny bat with the initials TS inside of it.
I Could Be Your Love, But You Treat Me Like A Scandal
Chapter Five is now up!
read it on ao3!
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“Alright, let’s do this. Dum-E, U, I need rows of chairs on this side of the room, and a podium on this side.” Tony sprang into action, clapping his hands and getting his robots to work.
“And I need a squirt gun,” Peter added.
“And Peter needs a-” Tony turned to look at him, raising one eyebrow. “A what?”
I've posted! Life has been a mess, and everything. But have a fic as I crumble 😂
AO3: Here
Warning: Aliens, NFF, Egg pregnancy
The large room is warm and filled with blankets. When Peter had woken up here, at first he was confused until he remembered where he was. King Anthony's bridal chambers, on planet Tylus. An Avenger mission went wrong, and they started a war with this alien race. Until King Anthony stood, and made everyone freeze in place. The alien king towered over everyone, and at that moment Peter wanted to hide. He didn't get the chance to run, because the King spotted him and made him walk up to the throne. Now, peace between the Tylians and the humans will come, if Peter had agreed to be King Anthony's Mate/Wife. Not having anything to return to Earth for, Peter agreed. Now, he lies in a giant nest of soft things, waiting for the wedding prep to start. Large doors open, and in steps two aliens. One with short gray hair, and one with long white hair.
"Hello, our Queen. How was your rest?" A woman's voice floods Peter's mind. Ah, the one thing he forgot to mention. None of the Tylians know how to talk. Everyone communicates through telepathy.
"Well, thank you. May I know what you're called?" Peter responds, moving to the edge of the giant bed.
"I am called Ned, and she is called MJ. Ready to be bathed and dressed to our traditions?" A male voice sounds in Peter's mind. The curly-headed male nods and takes a blue hand and a silver hand to get out of the bed.
"Ready as I'll ever be. I do have a question, though. How does reproduction work with Tylians?" The human male asks, following the two Tylians to a hidden bathroom.
"The Dominant partner lays eggs inside the Submissive partner fertilizes the eggs and carries them until it's safe to lay them." The woman with Silvery skin, MJ answers, starting the water for a bath.
"Submissives are smaller than Dominants. We are your help because we are Submissives as well." Ned adds. Peter hums and nods, walking down into the bath, squeaking when it lights up. As Peter settles into the bath and lets his mind wander about the planet he's now going to call home. Tylus is an unusual place. The surface of the planet is lush and full of life. However, under the surface, there are cities, and amazing structures. The castle is one of Peter's favorite places. He hasn't really been allowed to leave it since he's agreed to the marriage. A lot of his time has been spent in the bridal chambers.
"You're very pale." MJ comments, her voice in Peter's head making him look at her. He chuckles and shrugs, knowing that his skin is very different from theirs.
"On Earth, this is normal. To me, your skin tones are very different. However, I like it. Your planet is very different from where I am from." Peter explains as MJ's hand comes up to brush against the dusting of freckles on his face.
"Very beautiful." Ned sounds before wetting Peter's hair. Peter hums and his eyes flutter close as his hair is washed, the hands carefully working through the curls. Another set of hands begin washing his body, and Peter relaxes. He lets Ned and MJ work on what they need to.
When he feels the sensation of being picked up, does he open his eyes. MJ carries him to a large round mirror and sets him on a circular pillow. Steady hands dry his body before they move to his hair. He watches as Ned pulls out the wedding outfit, and paints. The dress is a pale blue, and very see-through. Lace panties are set next to him, with the words King's Wife on the ass. After Peter's hair is dry, and looking neat, Ned and MJ start painting gold symbols on his body.
"What do the symbols mean?" He questions, watching as one large symbol is painted onto his stomach.
"The smaller ones stand for Loyalty, Love, Obedience, Trust, and Faith. The large one on your belly stands for Fertility." MJ answers her voice echoing in his head. Peter nods in understanding, knowing that the culture seems to care a lot about children and the future.
The next step is him getting dressed, which is interesting as they help him dress. The panties are first, and they hug his ass. The dress is next and when Peter sees himself in the mirror, he's glad he has panties on. You can see every single thing through this dress.
"The ceremony is almost ready to start. We have time to put jewels on you." Ned states, making MJ grin. Peter watches as Ned pulls a black box from a secret spot in the wall. There's a jeweled collar and a crown in the box. A long silver chain is in the box as well.
Peter watches as the chain necklace and the crown are placed on his head before the box is closed and put in a different hole in the wall. Peter wants to ask where the box was sent but when the doors open, revealing Bucky and Steve, he knows that it's time to start the wedding. He takes a deep breath as it hits him. He's getting married to an Alien. A King.
"Ready, Peter?" Bucky asks, and Peter nods as he grabs onto the metal arm. Ned and MJ lead the way to the grand hall in the castle, and Peter focuses on his breathing. As the music begins to play, the two heroes begin the walk down the aisle. Soft caramel eyes lock with deep gold eyes, and the King stands straighter.
"We could get you out of here. Sneak you back to Earth." Bucky whispers. Peter smiles softly and pats Bucky's arm. He slightly shakes his head.
"No. I will be okay here. Now, I have a wedding to do." Peter answers, just as they reach King Anthony.
The wedding ceremony passes by in a blur, and before Peter knows it, he's sitting on King Anthony's lap for the celebration feast. Humans and Tylians mingle and talk as music plays, willing the somewhat quiet room.
"How does my bride feel?" King Anthony asks, shocking Peter when he actually talks.
"Oh my God, you can talk. How?" Peter squeaks, his eyes wide. Anthony chuckles and kisses Peter's forehead softly.
"I can talk because before I became King, I went to Earth and posed as a human. I learned a lot there. Sadly, I had to return before I could learn as much as I wanted to." Anthony answers, his voice husky and low.
"Oh... As for an answer to your question, I feel fine. A little tired, but nothing too bad. Maybe I'm a little nervous about tonight, knowing that we have to complete our marital duties." Peter states, shivering when a large hand rubs his thighs.
"Have no fears... I won't hurt you." Anthony whispers, nipping at Peter's ear. Peter shivers at the warm breath that brushes against his skin. The hand on his thigh slips higher, Anthony's thumb rubbing small circles on the inside of his thigh.
"Keep rubbing my thigh like that and I'll be begging to go to bed." The human male whispers, making the Tylian King chuckles lowly.
"Maybe that's my plan. Maybe I want to get you to our bed so I can claim you completely. Watch you grow round with my eggs inside of you, knowing only I can get you pregnant. " Anthony growls in Peter's ear, making the human squeak.
"Are we allowed to leave early?" Peter asks, turning to straddle Anthony's lap. He gasps softly when he feels a large bulge under his ass, giving him a slight idea on how big the Tylian King is.
"We are... Shall we go?" Anthony states, his large hands grabbing Peter's ass.
"Take me to bed, My King." Peter giggles as Anthony stands up. The hall falls silent as the King and Queen leave, heading to their bed chambers.
Peter doesn't focus on his surroundings as Anthony walks through the maze of halls. The steady movement created by Anthony walking, and Peter's tempted to fall asleep. However, he knows that he can't, because tonight is important. Turning his head, Peter catches sight of large doors that seem like they're made out of black crystals. The doors slide open when Anthony waves his hand before a hidden rose within the cravings, and Peter wiggles to be set down. This room is far larger than the other that he was staying in. The bed appears to be in a sunken part on the floor, with a mass pile of blankets, pillows, and other soft things. The bathroom is attached, and open to the room, revealing a far bigger bathtub than earlier.
"Why is everything so big?" Peter breathes out, making Anthony chuckle as he makes his way over to the clear crystal doors.
"Because I am so tall. Come, see the view that we have." The alien King rumbles, holding out a hand for Peter to take. His pale skin stands out well against the deep maroon skin of King Anthony. Peter gasps at the view, and the strength that the king holds. Stepping out onto the balcony, Peter takes in the sight of the underground city. The setting suns are seen through a clear crystal to the right, and the silver ocean as well. The city slowly grows dimmer as the suns set, and Peter is in love. He doesn't regret his choice to stay here.
"This is amazing... I love this... Anthony, this is breathtaking." Peter whispers, turning to look up at the Tylian King. Deep gold eyes lock with soft caramel brown, and Peter's heart skips a beat. This man is staring down at him as if he was holding the whole world.
"I am glad that you decided to stay with me... Call me Tony." He states, before slowly leading Peter back inside the room. Peter shivers as the doors close, and he presses closer to his husband, his head just under Tony's chest.
"Kiss me?" Peter asks softly. Tony leans down slightly and pulls Peter into a soft kiss. Pale arms wrap around a deep maroon neck, making deep maroon arms wrap around a pale wait covered in a pale blue dress. The kiss deeps slightly when Peter squeaks when He's pressed against the wall, his legs coming up to wrap around Tony's waist. In that moment, Peter's glad that all Tony is wearing is golden pants, his torso painted with runes, the symbols, as well.
"I want this dress off of you." Tony's voice sounds in Peter's head, making him moan softly. Dirty talking just got a lot more interesting to him. Peter pulls out of the kiss, wiggling slightly so Tony can set him down. Tony lets out a low rumble, a sound that makes his chest light up as Peter's set down.
"You light up?" Peter gasps, touching the light, which makes Tony's golden eyes grow darker. Deep maroon hands grab Peter's making him look up at his husband.
"I do light up. Every Tylian does, however, this is special and only Mates can see it. You will be the only person to ever see me like this." Tony states, his voice sounding deeper. Peter blushes softly, glad that this is a secret between them. He slips his hands out of Tony's hold and reaches up. The alien king takes the hint and pulls the pale see through blue dress off of Peter, leaving the human queen in his panties with the words King's Wife on the ass.
"Are you sure that you're ready for this? Because once we start, I won't stop until you're round with our future children." Tony husks, stepping back. Peter smiles softly and slips into the bed, before looking up at his husband.
"I am ready. I am here as your wife and Queen. Take me and fill me." Peter answers, smiling as Tony slips into the bed as well.
"What kind of King would I be if I denied my Queen?" Tony growls, more of his skin lighting up. Peter grins and pulls the King on top of him, their mouths inches apart.
"A terrible one. Now, breed me, my King." Peter breathes before kissing Tony roughly. The kiss is rough, deep, and when a slick tongue slides into Peter's mouth, he squeaks slightly. Tony's chest rumbles at the noise Peter makes, and the human superhero loves it. Peter pulls out of the kiss to breathe, his chest rises and falls quickly. Kisses are trailed down his neck as Tony's hands start to pull the panties down, leaving the human bare to his husband.
"Now I feel underdressed." Peter teases softly, trailing a hand down Tony's chest. The light on the Tylian grows brighter and it seems to follow his hand.
"I'm only wearing the gold pants. All you have to do is push them down." Tony says, using the mental communication as his mouth latches onto one of Peter's nipples. Peter cries out, his body sensitive because of the spider bite that feels so long ago. A fire starts in his lower stomach as a large hand wraps around his dick, making him cry out once more. A soft flush floods his body, making his skin a soft pink. With all of the pleasure flooding his body, his head starts to feel fuzzy. Nothing bad, just a slight fuzz that seems slightly distracting.
"Don't tease me, please," Peter says, his back arching when Tony nips at his nipples. The Tylian chuckles softly and sits up slightly, staring down at the human.
"I don't plan on teasing... I just want you to fall apart first." Tony husks, pushing his golden pants off, revealing the rest of his body. Peter has to sit up to get a good look, and when his eyes settle on Tony's cock, he bites his bottom lip. The deep maroon cock is ridged, long, and has a knot at the base. The head of the cock gives away the fact that he's going to be pumped full of eggs. Peter reaches out, trailing a finger along Tony's cock, watching as the skin there lights up as well.
"Fuck..." Peter whispers, looking up at Tony. Once golden eyes lock with deep caramel eyes, and Peter knows he's in for a long night. A large hand grabs the ties in Peter’s hair and lets the curls free. Peter’s pushed back into the soft nest like bed, Tony kissing him roughly as they fall back. The large deep maroon body covers Peter’s body, and warmth surrounds the human. Large hands settle on Peter’s thighs, and spreads them apart before a hand slides down and a finger rubs at his entrance. Peter gasps when the finger slides in, his hole slick.
“Wait… How?” The human male moans, rocking his hips as the finger sinks in deeper. Tony chuckles, kissing up Peter’s neck.
“It was in your drink. It had a Tylian aphrodisiac in it. It will amp up your sex drive, and slick you up so you don’t get hurt.” Tony explains, licking the shell of Peter’s ear. His finger slowly rubbing at Peter’s walls. Peter wiggles his hips wanting more.
“Makes a lot of sense,” Peter breathes as another finger slowly works its way alongside the first finger. Tony chuckles and leans down, taking one of Peter’s nipples into his mouth. Peter tangles his hands into Tony’s hair, moaning. His body happily accepts Tony’s fingers, pleasure sparking up his spine. Dreams can’t compare to the real thing.
Pleasure courses through the human's body as his husband brings him higher. The fire in Peter's belly burns hotter, and the fuzzy feeling in his head grows stronger. Fingers press against his prostate, and fire courses through his veins. As Peter comes apart on Tony’s fingers, a scream fills the room, cum painting his belly and chest. His eyes flutter open as fingers slide out of his body.
With the feeling of something slick pressing against his entrance, Peter tugs on Tony’s hair, earning a bite on his chest as the Tylian King pushes into his human mate. Peter gasps softly, before he relaxes, letting his Alien husband in. Tony releases one of Peter's nipples and lifts his head. He smiles softly, showing off the sharp canines.
"How do you feel?" Tony asks, when he completely bottoms out. Peter hums and focuses as much as he can on his body. He feels full, and his head is fuzzy. A thick fuzzy, making it hard to focus.
"S'good. Full." Peter slurs, making Tony chuckle softly. Hands wrap around Peter's thighs, and his legs wrap around Tony's waist.
Tony starts thrusting, the pace steady and slow at first. Peter's hands grab onto Tony’s shoulders, trying to ease up on the bouncing. Tony’s glowing skin lights up the small area around them, creating a beautiful scene.
The thrusting grows harder and faster, making the heat between the two lovers burn hotter. Sparks literally fly when their hands touch each other’s skin, and the glow on the alien king’s skin starts to glow brighter. Both are so close to the edge, the human in tears, and the alien knows that it’s getting close to time. Peter screams as he falls apart, painting his and Tony’s chest with his seed as Tony’s knot pops locking them together. Peter shivers as something medium-sized and round is deposited into his body. It starts off slow at first, but as Peter gets used to it, the feeling seems to go faster.
With a shaking hand, Peter touches his stomach, moaning softly at the feeling of how round and hard his belly is. He looks up at Tony, watching as the glowing fades. The room growing dark once more. Peter hums and pulls Tony close, the Tylian King rolling them to their sides. Peter’s eyes grow heavy as the long day catches up to him.
“Sleep, my Queen.” Tony whispers, his voice showing how tired he was as well. Peter curls up to his husband, and lets sleep take him away.
Peter wakes up to a bright room, and a hand carding through his hair. Eyes flutter as he looks up, smiling when his eyes lock with golden eyes. Tony’s still by his side.
“Risen Suns, My Queen.” Tony whispers, leaning down to kiss Peter’s forehead. Peter hums happily and reaches a hand out to his husband.
“Risen Suns? Is that how Tylians greet each other during the day?” He asks, making Tony chuckle. Large hands lift Peter up, making him realize the weight in his middle. He looks down, taking in the sight of the small swell of his stomach.
“It is. It’s a way to wish luck upon others as well.” Tony explains, a hand rubbing the swell Peter has.
“That’s really amazing. I like the meaning behind it.” Peter responds, watching Tony’s hand.
“Most enjoy the phrase… How do you feel?” The alien asks, looking down at his wife.
“I feel well-rested. Almost as if I’ve slept for days.” Peter answers. He looks up at Tony and smiles softly.
“I think it’s time for us to get up and get moving. We have a lot of things to do today.” Tony says before he stands up, leaning down to scoop up his wife. Peter laughs, wrapping his arms around Tony’s neck. The alien carries them to the bathtub that Peter saw last night, the tub already full and the pink water warm.
The pink water is what caught Peter’s eye when they first landed on the planet. While everyone else had gotten off the ship to find food, Peter ran to the water, leaning over the cliff to watch the water, and what lived under the surface. Making eye contact with a dragon sends a chill down your spine, especially if the mermaid on their back smirks at you. Thinking about it, it was after seeing the mermaid did the Tylians appear.
After the bath, Peter is dressed in a gold dress, the material soft on his skin. Tony dresses in gold pants, these pants darken than the ones he wore last night. Together, the couple makes their way out of their rooms and head to the throne room. Workers in the castle bow as Tony and Peter pass, some stopping to stare when they see Peter’s belly.
“Why are they staring?” Peter asks, glancing up at Tony. The Tylian King looks down and smiles slightly.
“They stare because they’ve never seen someone become a carrier so fast.” He responds, glancing down at Peter’s belly, the small swell standing out with how the dress clings to the human’s skin. Peter hums, his hands going to the swell and rubbing there. How strange Peter’s life has become.
The doors to the throne room open, revealing Tylians and the Avengers. Both sides look mad, and Peter has to sigh.
“Enough. What is the problem here?” Peter asks, stepping forward. A woman with silvery skin and long white hair steps forwards and Peter has to bite back a grin. MJ is here.
“My Queen, risen suns. We have been standing here, awaiting to hear word from you and our King. As we can see, all went well. As we were waiting, the humans showed up and started asking questions.” MJ explains, her voice filling Peter’s head.
“Risen suns, MJ. I take it nobody waited for answers?” Peter asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Most do not know how to wait for answers if they are not seeking them truly.” Tony’s voice sounds in Peter’s mind, and the human queen watches as Tylians nod their heads. Peter turns to look at his husband and raises an eyebrow.
‘Talk about mental superpowers.’ Peter muses mentally.
“I can hear you, my dear.” Tony’s voice fills Peter’s head, making the human laugh. He turns to look at the Avengers, humming slightly. Bucky won’t look at Peter, and Steve looks pissed. Nat looks happy to see that Peter is alive and well. Bruce looks like he has so many questions just for Peter, and the human queen wants to answer them. Peter starts making his way over to the rest of the humans, making the Tylians in the room tense up.
“Can I ask why you didn’t wait for anyone to respond to you before you started yelling at my people?” Peter asks, looking mainly at Steve.
“We just wanted to know where you were, Peter,” Bucky says, stepping forward. Peter raises an eyebrow and watches as the older male reaches out to touch him. Peter sidesteps the hand, something in him screaming to not let Bucky touch him.
“I was in bed, with my husband. Now, if that is all. I believe you’re supposed to be packing to leave soon. Bruce, you may stay. I would like to talk to you as would my husband.” Peter says, making the human scientist grin. As the rest of the heroes from Earth leave the room, Bruce steps forward.
“You are the scientist called Bruce Banner, yes?” Tony asks out aloud, making Bruce blink up at the King.
“I am. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that you knew how to talk allowed?” Bruce says, making Tony chuckle. Peter smiles and hums softly.
“I had the same reaction last night, Dr. Banner. He was on Earth for a while, surprisingly.” Peter explains, making Bruce look at Peter.
“Dr. Banner, I would like you to stay on Tylus and become a leading scientist here. Besides, I am sure your carrier would be pleased to finally see you.” Tony says.
“Wait… Carrier?” Bruce asks, blinking up at Tony, who smirks.
“Of course. I am not the only Tylian to travel to Earth, and I won’t be the last. Now, would you like to meet your carrier?” The maroon skin alien male asks, making Bruce slowly nod. Peter laughs and grabs Bruce’s hand, the two humans walking behind King Anthony. Bruce’s eyes are wide as they leave the castle.
“Oh my God! This place is amazing!” Bruce says, pulling Peter with him to the railing. Both humans take in the sight before them. The city is bright, and above them, a clear crystal shows the two suns high in the sky. The ground lights up as they walk, making Bruce and Peter laugh. The city is busy, and Tylians stop to bow to their King and Queen.
Coming up to a large building, Bruce fidgets slightly. Peter smiles softly and kisses Bruce’s cheek. His friend looks at him and smiles softly, bumming their foreheads together. Bruce has always seen Peter as his little brother, and nothing seems to have changed that.
“King Anthony! What a pleasant surprise!” A voice booms as the trio steps into the building. Bruce and Peter peak around the maroon skin Tylian King to look at the other Tylian. This Tylian has deep olive green skin, black eyes, and purple hair. They’re just as tall as Tony, but it’s hard to tell if they are male or female.
“Dr. Emery, risen suns. I have brought my Queen, so that you may meet. I also happened across your child with the humans.” Tony says, chuckling at the messy-looking Tylian. The olive green Tylian, Emery, blinks and looks at the humans behind their King. Peter waves, smiling softly. Bruce flushes and waves shyly. Bruce grew up without either parent, his grandmother raising him, then later his grandmother’s great-niece, May Parker. It’s how Bruce has always seen Peter as a brother.
“Can humans change gender? My child came out of the egg as a female.” Emery asks, moving closer to Bruce to look him over. Bruce flushes harder, his skin turning green slightly as well.
“After surgeries, yes…. I’m Bruce Banner,” Bruce utters, fidgeting more. A lot of people didn’t know that Bruce was born as Willow Banner, and Peter helped keep it that way.
“Amazing! Tylians can change gender at will, so I had to ask. I didn’t know if that trait was passed onto you or not. Fear nothing, my child, because Tylians do not judge. By Earth standards, I was born as a male, but I never identified as that. I prefer the term… Non-Binary I believe it was.” Emery says, making Bruce’s jaw drop. Peter grins before he looks up at Tony, who smiles back.
“Seriously!? Is that why the other guy is literally a guy?” Bruce exclaims, his skin turning greener. Peter lets go of the half Tylian’s hand before he moves over to his husband. The King and Queen watch as parent and child interact, and Peter smiles softly. Bruce’s lighter green skin is amazing compared to the deep olive green on Emery’s arm.
“Could be! Tell you what, let’s find out. I assume you’re staying here?” Emery asks, hope shining in their eyes. Bruce nods rapidly, and Peter smiles. His older brother is staying, and he’s so excited.
“Well, since you two are going to be learning about one another, my wife and I will leave you be. Blessed partings.” Tony says, making Emery bow to them. Bruce waves before he follows his parent deeper into the building. Peter smiles softly and follows Tony out of the building. Life is going to be good here.
Seven lunar cycles pass by quickly as Peter settles in with his new life. As time passes, the new Queen learns a lot about his new home and that he can project his thoughts like the other Tylians because Tony is his husband. As time passes, the swell on Peter's belly grows, and he can feel the eggs grow as well. Life is good on Tylus.
"Peter! Good news, Emery and I have figured out a way to get the eggs out without having to cut you open." Bruce exclaims, walking into Peter's private study. The Queen looks up from his work and smiles softly at his older brother figure. In the seven lunar cycles, Peter has watched as Bruce stopped stressing the two personas, allowing Bruce to fully grow into the half Tylian he is. He’s taller than Peter is now, by a lot, but still shorter than most Tylians.
“Oh? And what is the way that you’ve figured out?” Peter asks, watching as Bruce sits on the open couch. Peter struggles to get up for a moment before he waddles over to his soft chair to sit down in it, across from Bruce.
“We created pills that will change your gender, so you can push the eggs out of the womb your body made on your wedding night. You will become intersex, and so far, the change is permanent.” Bruce explains, holding up a bottle of pills. Peter raises an eyebrow, thinking it over. He doesn’t really see a downside to the pills, and he’d be considered a Carrier anyways.
“Alright. Let’s see how the pills work. Will I be in any pain?” The human Queen asks, reaching out to take the bottle of pills.
“No. It’s supposed to activate the suppressed Tylian genes in your bloodline, so your body can change.” Bruce explains. Peter hums, thinking about his odd family line. Apparently, Peter’s great-great-grandfather on his mother’s side was half Tylian. Bruce and Emery started working on how to pull on Peter’s Tylian genes. It definitely explains the spider powers though, and how they got stronger on an alien planet.
“I hope this works then. Help me up? It’s nearly time for the winter fall. Tony wants me to be the one to light the crystals.” Peter says. Bruce nods and carefully pulls Peter up. The small male opens the pill bottle and takes a pill. He shivers as the pill warms his body before the two make their way out of the castle.
The city below them is buzzing and full of life. The winter fall is important for Tylus because the winter fall brings about the birthing process. Even though the surface is under snow, and the suns are in hiding for the cold season, the world underground is full of life. Every Tylian prepares their homes for the eggs that are going to be laid. The eggs are going to be in nests and warmed until the suns have risen once more. Most Tylians lay around fifteen to twenty eggs. Sadly, only three or four end up making it to hatching. Peter’s been reading up on everything he can, with the help of the royal advisor, Pepper.
Tylians bow to Peter as he passes by, a lot of them stopping to just stare at Peter’s round belly. Most Carriers don’t really show when they are carrying, but because Peter is so much smaller than Tylians, he does show. Peter knows that everyone is amazed to see how big the eggs have grown in their Queen.
The city center is busy with workers as a stage is set up. Tony directs how everything is supposed to be set up. The area is decorated to the last crystal, and Peter loves it. It makes him think of a county fair. With food stands, face paint stands, clothing stands, and little games; the whole sight just makes Peter so excited.
“My Queen, there you are. Hello Bruce.” Tony says, smiling at his wife. Peter smiles and reaches out a hand, which Tony takes and kisses.
“My King, glad to see you well. Bruce and Emery have found a way to get the eggs out without having to cut me open.” Peter says, making Tony look at Bruce, who nods. The Tylian King smiles and nods his thanks to Bruce, who nods back. Bruce bumps his forehead against Peter’s, making the human smile. The King and Queen watch as Bruce walks away.
“Tonight, everyone is going to start preparing to lay eggs. Are you ready?” Tony asks, making Peter look up at him and smile.
“Yes. I mean, this is going to start our family, and I am so excited.” Peter answers, rubbing his swollen stomach.
By the end of winter fall, Peter laid six eggs. By the time the suns rose once more, three children were born out of the six.
Peter sitting in Tony's lap while he's sitting at his desk, working on his newest suit. Peter has his eyes shut, his chin resting delicately against Tony's shoulder. To the others in the room, it's a very wholesome scene. However to the couple, who know just how deep Tony's cock goes under Peter's skirt; well, it certainly explains the red tint spread across the boy's face.
