Omega Peter- Alpha Tony - Alpha Harley
Tony gets home to loud moaning from the kitchen, and the wet slap of skin on skin.
He smiles to himself and sheds his jacket as he walks through his penthouse. Everything is spick and span, the entire floor no doubt spotless because Peter really is a very good Omega, and sure enough, once he’s in the kitchen- the floor is gleaming as are the countertops and-
Yup, there’s Peter bent over the kitchen island, moaning as Harley thrusts into him brutally, grunting every time he bottoms out.
Peter’s naked- Tony keeps him that way, and Harley’s fully dressed but with his dick out- his coat’s still on. He probably came straight home from college, saw Peter and bent him right over. “Well,” Tony sighs, leaning against the wall as Harley looks up, face sweaty. “Not even a ‘hello, dad’ before you go straight to fucking my Omega.”
Harley grins, panting as he yanks Peter’s hips back onto him so they’re pressed flush together, grinding in a way that makes Peter whimper and wail. “Hi dad,” he laughs, blowing his dark blond hair out of his face. “And I couldn’t help it, he was on his fucking hands and knees cleaning the floor. Such a good fucking boy, aren’t you, Petey?” He reaches a hand forward to fist in Peter’s hair to pull his head up.
Peter’s drooling, face blissed out. “A-alpha,” he manages to mumble.
Tony chuckles, and pours himself some coffee. “I told you, you’re twenty two now. You need to start looking for your own Omega. This pent up stress isn’t good for you, and it’s what they're made for.”
Harley cums with a cry, and dumps his load deep into the eighteen year old Omega’s greedy hole. “None of them are as good as Peter,” he sighs, rubbing his hand up and down Peter’s back soothingly. “You know, most dad’s give their son’s their omegas. It could be my next birthday present?”
“What if Peter chose me?” Harley challenges, pulling out and spreading Peter’s cheeks so he can watch the dripping hole convulse around nothing.
“Chose you?” Tony teases, passing his son some coffee. Harley takes it and tucks himself back into his jeans, heading to the couch where he flops down on it. Tony comes to join him, watching as Peter gingerly gets up, cleans himself, and then starts cleaning the wet spots on the counter. “And how would that go?”
“We ask him.” Harley laughs wickedly, turning over the couch to whistle. Peter turns around obediently. “Hey, Peter, if you had to have one of us as your Alpha for life, which one would you pick?”
Peter’s eyes go wide, and he looks between Tony and Harley in adorable confusion; his nose all scrunched up. “Alpha?” He repeats, in his soft, sweet voice.
“You have to pick.” Harley says again, and Peter starts wringing the cloth in his hands nervously.
“No, come on, me or dad?”
Peter starts trembling. He shakes his head and sniffles, eyes getting wet with tears as he looks between Tony and Harley frantically. “Alpha,” he says again, more pleadingly.
As soon as Harley sees his anguish, he shoots up. “Hey, Petey, no,” Harley cries, setting down his coffee and leaping over the couch to engulf Peter in a hug. The boy’s about half his size and nuzzles into the young Alpha’s throat for comfort.
Tony sighs. “You shouldn’t antagonise Omegas like that, Harley. Especially sensitive ones like little Peter.”
Harley kisses Peter’s forehead. “Sorry, Petey,”
Peter pulls back, smiling a little, and licks Harley’s neck lovingly.
Harley grins. “I think he’d pick me.”
Tony rolls his eyes. “You’re away at college. He’s always desperate for my dick these days. Aren’t you, sweetheart?”
Peter nods eagerly from where he’s still wiping down the counters.
“I keep saying you should let me take him down to college for a few days. I want my friends to have a go on him- they don’t believe me when I say I have the best Omega in the city.”
“Peter gets shy in a crowd.”
Harley gives his dad a look. “You take him down to the compound at least once a week to let the other avengers have a go.”
“Yeah well...I’m the parent, so you do what I say.”
“He’s sleeping in my room tonight, dad. I’ve missed having a cock warmer, you know? I get so jealous when I see people in my lectures with their omegas under the desk.”
“You need to get your own-”
“I want Peter.” Harley whines petulantly.
Tony sighs. “Maybe we can work out some kind of schedule, where he’s with you half the year and me the other half.”
Peter comes into the living room and sets down their dinner. Harley licks his lips at the sight of the spaghetti and Tony moans in relief as Peter sinks down to the floor and crawls between Tony’s knees and gets his cock out to start suckling on it.
“No fair!” Harley protests with his mouthful and Tony flicks his son’s head at the lack of manners.
“Don’t worry. I got a new floor-mounted dildo for him, we can watch him ride it and put a movie on later, okay?”
Harley seems appeased by this. “Fine. But I’m choosing the movie.”
