52: you're so fucking hot when you re mad
Sometimes Peter really needed to blow off steam. Between being an exemplary college student, attending all the Avenger’s meetings and training sessions, staying true to his friendly neighborhood Spider-Man promise, and trying to maintain some semblance of normalcy, he was fucking losing it. Especially now, as he was getting his head pressed into the concrete by some rouge, super-powered villain that just happened to be wreaking havoc on his date night. Although, knowing his boyfriend – the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist himself – he probably knew Peter was stuck saving the day and didn’t mind.
The fight continued through dinner time and down three blocks before Peter finally managed to subdue and web the guy. It was infuriating and left Peter with a throbbing headache and some serious pent up rage. So, once the police showed up, Peter was out of there. Swinging his way to the top of Stark Tower and dropping onto the balcony where Tony stood, waiting for him.
“Hey, kid,” The older man smiled, holding his arms open for an embrace, but Peter just pulled off his mask and shook his head.
“Sorry, Mr. Stark, I can’t right now.” Peter’s voice was taut as he stomped his way into the penthouse. “FRIDAY! Punching bag protocol!” He called into the air, watching as a reinforced punching bag lowered into the open space by the balcony doors and locked into the floor. It was a protocol Tony gifted to Peter after he had his first meltdown. He needed something that wouldn’t break beneath his super strength, and this modified bag did the trick.
Peter spared no time in wailing on the thing. Punches and kicks and screams. “Fuck that guy! Stupid villains and their bad timing. I was trying to have a nice date night!” He delivered a roundhouse kick to the robust material. “And fuck school! How am I the only college student still getting bullied by someone from high school?! How!” Each word was punctuated with a swift punch. “And so help me, if I get knocked down by Capt in training one more fucking time, I am going to lose it!”
“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.” Tony interrupted, pulling Peter’s attention.
“You heard me,” Tony pointed, gesturing up and down the kid’s body. “This whole anger thing you got going on is hot, Pete.”
Peter rolled his eyes with a grin, “Are you really getting off on my rage right now?”
“Absolutely,” Tony grinned back. “Why don’t you bring some of that rage into the bedroom, sweetheart?”
Peter gave Tony a wild look of ravenous lust. “Right now?”
And Tony tipped his head in a short nod before starting towards the bedroom. Peter was practically bouncing on his heels as he followed like an excited puppy. Out of all the ways to blow off steam, sex was the best, especially this kind of sex. The kind where Mr. Stark lets him do whatever he wants – whatever he needs – to cool his head.
They started at kisses, expressing an intense intimacy with their mingling tongues and dancing lips. It was passionate and sweet, but it didn’t last long. Without warning, Peter pushed Tony against the sheets and shot webs against his hands, pinning the older man against the headboard. “I’m taking the lead today, Mr. Stark. That okay?”
“Have at it, kid.” Tony laughed, tugging at the webbed restraints. “Not like I can do anything right now anyway.”
Peter smiled, yanking the older’s pants and boxers away with one pull, revealing his full erection. “Is this from watching me lose my shit just now?” He giggled, gripping Tony’s length and giving a few slow strokes.
Tony groaned through a smile, “Yeah.”
“Yeah?” Peter dipped down to take it into his mouth. Dragging his lips down until the head of Tony’s cock met the back of his throat, and then pulling upwards and repeating.
The older man tensed at the sensation, “Yeah, kid.”
Peter pulled off with a pop and licked his lips, “I want this in me right fucking now.” And he was serious. He hopped off the bed, pressed the quick release on his suit, shed his clothing, and fetched a bottle of lube from the bedside drawer. He squeezed a good amount of lube into his hand and slicked it across the length of Tony’s cock, watching excitedly as the man’s hips jolted at the feeling. “Fuck it, I’m just going to go for it.”
“Wait, kid,” Tony breathed, his head tipped back against the pillows. “Don’t hurt yourself.”
Tony’s concern was sweet, but Peter was already positioning himself above his lover’s length. “It’s fine, Mr. Stark. Remember, I’m not just sticky, I’m also strong.” He smiled and bit his lip, “My body can handle it.” He whispered as he pushed himself down, waiting for the head to slip in before dropping his hips down. Of course, there was a small sting of pain, but it was mostly pleasure and it was amplified by the near scream Tony let out at the sudden tightness.
“Fuck,” Peter moaned as he started riding, rolling his hips up and down. He was slow at first, taking his time and adjusting to the fullness. “How’s this, Mr. Stark? Do you like this? You like it when I ride you like this?”
“Yes, baby, don’t stop.” Tony groaned, rutting his hips upward to meet Peter halfway.
The feeling alone made Peter ache for orgasm, so he chased it. Bouncing himself faster and stroking himself in time with the pace. Sounds started spilling from him that he couldn’t control. His body felt fiery. Each time their hips connected, a delicious burst of bliss radiated through his veins. Breathing started to become difficult too as the pleasure coiling inside him tensed.
“Mr. Stark, Tony, I’m coming, I’m coming-!” Peter let out a breathy whine as his body stiffened and he fell into climax, painting Tony’s stomach in thick white rivulets. It felt amazing, especially when Tony came inside him only seconds later.
This really was the best way to blow off steam.
