Anyway but on the topic of engineer! Tony:
Peter always having been absolutely enamoured by the sight of his older boyfriend sweating over his newest invention, all straining muscles and grunts as he moves so confidently around the workshop like the man owned everything in thereā which, to be fair, he did. If thereās anything Peter loves more about those flashy luxurious cars, itās watching Tony working on them; the dim light overhead casting shadows across the lines creasing that handsomely chiselled face and those dark eyes of his, narrowed on a particular piece of faulty circuit. The older man truly seems the most at home among all the machinery, so easily coaxing them to operate with work-calloused fingers and strong yet careful handsā his expertly performed movements only much too entrancing to his silent company.
Peter was staring- in his usual awed wonderment- at the defined pectoral muscle rippling under that thin tank top everytime Tonyās broad shoulders flexed, when the man finally looked up from his toolbox to raise an eyebrow at him. āYou might want to take a picture, angel, itāll last longer.ā
And maybe Peter should have been at least a tad embarrassed by being caught, but he certainly didnāt feel itā couldnāt bother to, anyway, when there was the droplet of sweat sliding down the tanned skin of Tonyās neck to fixate at. Instead the boy replies shamelessly, āalready have. Itās a video, actually.ā His hooded gaze finally tears away from the manās solid body up to his face at the chuckle in response; Tonyās eyes crinkling at the sides with mirth as he shakes his head at Peter.
āYouāre incorrigible, y'know that?ā
āYeah,ā he grins, sliding off his position on his workstationās countertop in favour of sidling up to the older man. Those blown eyes bear down on him, seemingly devouring him almost; Tonyās large hand reaches up to clasp his ones firmly, hauls him closer till their chests are flush. āYou like it, though.ā
Tonyās responding act is enough of an answerā the man capturing his parted lips fluidly, deepening their filthy kiss by a grip on Peterās chin and a tilt of his head. Letting loose a whimper thatās a little too high-pitched than the boy dares to admit to later on, he allows himself to be maneuvered backwards with strong hands until his backās pinned up against the sleek surface of Tonyās Audi; whole body shuddering, Peter whines desperately into their messy kiss and chases the manās lips when he pulls back much too soon.
āEager, are we?ā Breathing hard, chest rising with every raggedy inhale, Tony diverts his attention momentarily to removing the leather toolbelt tied around his waist; watching on with glazed eyes as he deposits it noisily aside, Peter groans once more and throws his head back so heavily it thumps against the roof of the car. āChrist, are youā wait, this is a kink isnāt it? Tools and engines do it for you, Parker, is that it?ā the man asks incredulously, though a hint of amusement lingers in his lustful gaze as he dips a thumb into Peterās mouth, tugging his bottom lip down. His skin tastes faintly of motor oil and salty sweat; itās enough to make the boyās head spin, suckle enthusiastically on the finger as though it were a lollipop, which leads to Tonyās low curse in response.
Blinking coyly up at the taller man, Peter raises a hand to wrap his palm around the bulging bicep of the arm pinning his shoulders down, runs his fingers appreciatively across sweat-sticky bronze skin as he says seriously, āNah, itās you who does it for me. I think I have a serious Stark kink.ā Tony fully chortles at thatā though it quickly dies in his throat at the mischievous grin Peter shoots him before promptly looping his arms around the manās neck to pull him down; his next words a mere sweetly uttered whisper into the engineerās ear. āSo are you gonna finally fuck me on the hood of this car or not, daddy?ā
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