ok imagine harley being tony’s bio son, and harley must definitely took the playboy traits from tony, good hair and a massive cock. so you can imagine the people harley brings home, all being small and obviously submissive, or super large domes when he feels like it. tony’s okay with it, letting his kid blow off some steam. but now there’s this kid that’s /always/ coming over for nights in harley’s bedroom and tony can hear skin against skin from the room next door, harley starts working out 1/?
[a ton more and he’s getting more muscular and tony’s just thinking: “ah shit, harley’s gonna lead this poor, unsuspecting kid on” but one night tony walks in on them. he realizes harley is so so much bigger than peter, it’s a size kink thing. it’s obvious, harley has a larger frame and peters just this little twink who needs to be dominated. tony totally gets a hardon from watching them, because god who wouldn’t? it’s hot to see his son pounding this kid into the mattress like a little 2/?
fleshlight. and harley just looks over and smirks. “you want a go, dad? he’s a flexible little thing. i think i’m gonna keep him.. be the family slut hm? you like that pete?” and turns his attention back to the whimpering and whining boy, who has his face buried into harley’s chest, whimpering about how bad he wants it, how he can take it so good. 3/3 :))]
I. AM. GONE. Just fuck me the fuck up, why dont’cha? This is everything.
(I’m gonna insert a warning here for incestuous undertones/implications, but nothing explicit. Though I am dying to write that lmao.)
Imagine the father/son competition between Tony and Harley, though, and lucky little Peter gets to reap the benefits. Imagine Tony’s total dom-ness mixing in with Harley’s switch and Peter’s sub.
Tony’ll look at Harley and ask, “Oh, you think you’re a big bad dom, do ya? Think you’ve got what it takes?”
And Harley just nods towards Peter, who’s blissed the fuck out, face covered in streaks of tears, lips chewed raw, face and chest ruddy with a deep flush. Utterly wrecked and wanton. “Uh, yeah,” he says.
And Tony clicks his tongue. “You’re still young, honey. Not quite there yet. Let Daddy show you how it’s done, hmm?”
And he proceeds to fuck Peter until the younger boy is yowling and begging for mercy, not sure if his body can take the sheer pleasure, but absolutely desperate to try. When Peter comes, it’s like a geyser, and he screams like a little wild thing, and Harley’s absolutely riveted.
Not just by the skill, no. And not just by Peter, either.
Harley stares at the musculature of his father’s back, the trickle of sweat down Tony’s tanned skin, the way his face twists in a snarl as he cums in Peter, and thinks, oh.
