i found this in my completed works and tbh rereading it i know exactly why i didn’t post it but then i figured wth, enjoy~
“Five seconds, sweetheart.”
Peter’s head shoots up from where it’s bent over the table, looking up to see Tony stalking through the door, still fully dressed in his uniform, though it’s sootier than when he’d left.
“Huh?” Peter asks, confused.
Tony levels him with a sharp look. “To strip, baby boy. Five seconds, if you wanna keep anything that’s on your person right now, so I suggest you get a move on. Five…”
Peter scrambles to his feet, tugging down his shorts and boxers haphazardly.
He frantically yanks Tony’s oversized hoodie that he’d been snuggled in over his head, but his rapid movements get his head caught in the material.
“Three… treading on thin fucking ice, baby.”
“So-sorry, ‘m sorry daddy, I’m trying.”
Peter finally frees himself from the constricting fabric, pulling it over his head and falling gracefully to his knees, head bowed.
“Mm, just in time, princess. Daddy’s very happy with you.” Tony walks over to where Peter’s kneeling in front of the couch, tipping the boy’s chin up with his finger. He thumbs softly at the teen’s plush bottom lip before using said thumb to force the boy’s mouth open, shoving the digit inside the wet heat. “Always so good for me, baby boy. You still wearing the present I left you with?”
Peter nods as much as he’s able with the appendage in his mouth, tonguing the tip and sucking softly, soaking it with his spit. Tony groans, “fuck, so good, sweetheart. C’mon, get up. Bend over and spread that ass, wanna see what my hole looks like.” He reluctantly removes his thumb, stepping back and giving the boy room to stand, tugging his jacket open and undoing the zip on his pants.
He feels the breath punched from his lungs when he sees the pretty pink of the jeweled end of the plug in Peter’s ass. He shifts forward without meaning to, pressing lightly at the plug, but hard enough that it moves inside the boy some, pulling a whine from Peter’s throat. “What did I do to deserve you, princess?”
Tony settles himself on the sofa next to where the boy’s bent over, patting his thighs. “Daddy’s tired, baby; was a rough fire. You’re gonna have to do the work, sweetheart. Get up here.”
Peter scrambles his way into Tony’s lap with a soft “yes, daddy.”
“Uh uh, baby.” Peter pauses at the command. “Facing the door, angel. Want anyone who walks in through that door to see that pretty cock all flushed and leaking for me.” Peter flushes, but does as requested, settling his back against Tony’s chest.
Tony lifts him with one hand under a thigh, reaching the other back to remove the plug from where it’s nestled in the boy’s hole. Peter whimpers softly at the loss, but Tony doesn’t make him wait for long, pulling the teen’s hips down to impale him on his cock in one thrust.
Peter keens high in his throat, the feeling of Tony’s cock filling him up after the few short hours he’d been gone just as blissful as he remembers. He grinds down, rolling his hips in languid circles as he presses the length inside him up against his prostate. He receives a sharp smack to the inside of his thigh for his troubles.
“None of that, princess, don’t be lazy. Ride me like you mean it or I might give this cock to someone else. You like it when I fuck you in full uniform, don’t you, baby?” Peter shakes his head frantically, already beyond words, but starts bouncing dutifully nonetheless.
Ten minutes later when Bucky makes his way through the door, he’s greeted with the sight of Tony lifting Peter up and down over his cock, using him like a fleshlight, pornographic moans spilling from the boy’s swollen lips. He notes the red hat barely perched in the teen’s curls, purple marks littered across the pale skin of Peter’s neck and shoulders, inner thighs marked with handprints, hips with bruises.
Tony flashes him a smirk from behind Peter’s shoulder. “You took too long, babe, couldn’t wait. But get over here, Peter needs his daddy’s cock in his mouth, don’t you, baby boy?”
Peter nods his assent, and Bucky pulls down his zipper and tugs his cock out as he stalks over to the pair, resting the head of his head on the soft pink of the boy’s tongue where it’s hanging out between his lips.
“Best get to sucking then, doll, before anyone else walks in, hm?”
