Peter’s seated on Tony’s big leather chair in his office, dressed in a tiny satin nightdress with nothing underneath. He’s leaning back, busy scrolling through his phone, frowning at the little red ‘out of stock’ sign on the new Hermes bag he had his eye on.
Tony has shed his jacket long ago, but he’s still in his half-unbuttoned dress shirt and pants, the fabric rumpling from where he’s kneeling on the carpet in front of his baby. He’s got one of Peter’s slim calves in his hands, lips pressing kisses on his dainty ankles.
“Come on, baby, just a little taste. I’ve been thinking about you all day. Couldn’t wait to get home so I can get my mouth on you.”
“Daddy, didn’t you hear what I said?” Peter says irritably, barely even deigning to look at the older man. “The bag I wanted is sold out. And you don’t even care.”
Tony groans. “I care, baby. I care so much. I’ll buy you some other ones. Better ones. However many you want. And all the clothes and shoes to match. You name it, baby. Just let me-” He pushes his luck further, inching forward up Peter’s smooth thighs, trying to get to that little treasure nestled between them.
Peter rests one foot on Tony’s shoulder and firmly pushes the older man back onto his haunches. Tony’s a big strong man, muscled and scarred under his clean-cut expensive suits. A man like him could easily toss someone three times Peter’s size, but he yields like melted butter under his baby’s delicate feet.
“It’s not the same. You see, Daddy, that bag was limited edition. Do you know what that means?” With one foot still perched brazenly on Tony’s neck, keeping him at a distance, Peter spreads his thighs, hooking his other leg on the chair’s armrest.
Tony actually whines at the sight of his baby’s little nightdress rucking up to his waist, revealing a mouthwateringly adorable cock, smooth hairless balls, and the prettiest, rosiest pink hole he’s ever seen.
Peter smacks Tony’s cheek lightly with the sole of his foot, getting his attention back. “It means not everyone gets to have it, Daddy. Just like this pussy. Because it’s special.” Peter wets his fingers in his mouth then reaches down to rub at his rim, prodding the softness open with that little bit of slick. “And Daddy hasn’t even done anything to deserve a pussy like this.”
Tony growls as he watches Peter play with himself, those fingers touching and teasing where his tongue should be. “Then let me, baby. Let me get you something even more special. You don’t need that fucking bag. I’ll have them make a diamond necklace just for you. One of kind. ‘Cause you’re one of a kind, baby. Oh God, look at you,” Tony groans, practically drooling as Peter sinks a finger into himself. “Look at that pussy, baby. You’re fucking killing me. Fuck, I’ll do anything, buy anything for that pussy. Come on, let Daddy have a taste. I’ll make you feel so good.”
Peter sighs, relinquishing his foot-hold on Tony’s shoulder, letting the man shuffle forward on his knees like the dog he is. “I want that diamond necklace, Daddy. Yellow diamond.”
“Of course, baby. I’ll call them right after this.” Tony’s about to dive headfirst into that little slip of paradise between Peter’s legs but the boy digs his fingers into Tony’s hair and tugs him just out of reach.
“And I want a yellow Lamborghini to match.”
“Anything you want, baby. It’s yours,” Tony pleads, looking up at Peter with lust-drunk eyes.
Peter smirks. “Okay, Daddy. You can eat me out now.”
