Tony loves pounding into Peter's tight little hole from the behind but in this position he can't see the wrecked and blissed-out expressions he knows Peter's making, so like the genius he is he puts a mirror in front of them and makes Peter too watch himself get fucked like the little cockslut he is
Nghh yes give me Peter with his ass high up in the air and back arched from rough hands pinning him down by the waist, having to brace himself on both arms as Tony jackhammers into him so forcefully his whole body jerks across the bed. Tony catching glassy eyes peering into the mirror positioned before them and grinning sharp and dirty, fingers tightening from where they’re wound into tussled hair and tugging Peter’s teary ruined face upwards from where he was shoved into the pillows. “Don’t even bother hiding it doll, you know how much you love seeing Daddy use you like the fucktoy you are,” he’ll grunt into red-tinted ears, smirking into their reflection as he takes in the pink blotchiness of Peter’s cheeks, the tear-laden lashes framing his eyes, small mouth parting around needy mewls of “yes daddy, yesyesharder”– and Tony just can’t deny such a plead, especially when his boy cries oh so prettily. So he’ll tighten his grip on curvy hips till imprints form on porcelain-doll skin, thick fingers forcing those spit-slick lips open through the sides and widening to hook Peter’s mouth open so drool slips messily down his quivering chin along with his tears, Tony cooing on about what a filthy little sight they made together
