Not very seasonal, but here's an idea: Peter is super bratty after finally getting together with Tony. But what Tony doesn't realize that Peter is *trying* to push his buttons, and is more worried about hurting his sweet innocent little flower, when all Peter wants is to be pushed down *forced* to obey. Eventually Tony gets the idea when Peter pushes him too far. Bonus points for public humiliation.
Public humiliation is my kink. Leave it to me to work something seasonal in. You lounge back and savor. Thank you for submitting your request!
Peter had griped about each date that followed becoming exclusive with Tony. Venues Tony had chosen were too formal; their food had been plated too fancy; the clubs were too crowded, too loud. He’d scoffed at clothes Tony bought him, disdain for elaborate fabrics and fitted suits, and Tony was losing his patience with each complaint. Yet, he wanted the boy—ripe at 18—so he endured all voiced displeasures if it meant he could keep him around and eventually fuck him.
For a month, Peter inflicted unending criticism. His favorite remarks were, “No,” and, “I don’t like this.” Tony determined that Peter was not only spoiled, but also a brat. The instant he’d speak up, however, Peter would pout.
Tony didn’t much care for brats, nor their pouts, but Peter made him soft, he’d admit. “Okay, baby. We’ll do something else.” Then something else, they’d achieve. Peter had even begun to suck Tony’s cock.
And what could Tony be, if not wholly grateful? How could he sit on his couch, legs kicked apart, a gorgeous and inexperienced boy gripping his dick at the base while softly—eyes locked to Tony’s—suckling the head?
Like Tony, autumn came hard.
The breeze was crisp. Tony had long since adjusted the tone of their dates. But as though Peter had learned the power he held in the dark of his throat, the bitchy behavior kicked up the more cum he consumed.
“I don’t like that cologne. Like, at all,” Peter said. He was combing his hair in the bathroom of some swank hotel. “Maybe you should try something lighter.”
“Kid. I’ve been wearing this same cologne since the day we met.”
“C’mon. Please, Daddy? Just...try.”
It wasn’t right. And the crude way Peter reached into Tony’s robe, well, that wasn’t either.
Tony stayed up late that night, long after their outing. Peter was slumbering, pliant and naked and quite unfucked beside him, unaware of Tony’s distress as he stared at the ceiling. How could he give one this much of his time and his money, his unsplit attention, only to be met with dissatisfaction?
That weekend, Tony decided to try something different: a local fall festival—carnival rides included. They dressed comfortably. Tony fed Peter smoked turkey; he snuck the boy beer. There were games, and Peter liked those, so Tony bought tickets.
“Win me something good,” Peter said at Tony’s side, and the pressure was thick when Tony took hold of the gun. Those water sports were absolutely rigged, he soon determined. Still, he came out in the end with a stuffed little cat.
“It’s ugly. And too small, I wanted a big one.” Peter tossed it. He chucked it over his shoulder and never looked back.
A bulb of heat expanded from Tony’s chest into his face. It climbed from his arms to his fists. He snatched Peter close.
“I’ve fucking had it.” His lips scraped Peter’s temple. The hand on Peter’s nape began to constrict. “Pick it up. Now.”
Peter inched—with Tony attached—toward the toy. He bent over. He picked up the thing and dusted the straw from its butt.
Peter’s eyes flashed. Tony shook him good and his hand didn’t slip.
“I’m sorry,” he said to the cat. “I didn’t mean it.”
“Yes you did. But we’re gonna fix this attitude. Aren’t we? Aren’t we?”
Peter nodded. That is, as much as he could with Tony holding his neck like that.
“Yes, Daddy. Yes. I’m s—”
They walked off, with the carnie regarding them warily as they went.
In the Ferris wheel line, Peter was curiously quiet. Tony watched—gaze fixed and cold; arms crossed—as Peter hugged the cat. There were tears in his eyes. There was also a sweet little bulge in the crotch of his shorts.
It was then that Tony deduced what all this meant and how to treat Peter. Peter glanced up, then away, avoiding the look. They boarded in silence.
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