Performative Dom
Ship: Starker Rating: E Contains: Language, Blowjobs, collaring, Lingerie, Dom/sub, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Dubious Consent (But corrected by Tony to give Peter the right to consent), Objectification (Not by MCs), BDSM Posing, Collar pulling, Coming Untouched, Daddy Kink, Peter Parker is 18, leashing Initial prompt: @starkerfestivals Valentine's Day exchange prompt 1: Peter is a sub but they won't let him go to college without a Dom sponsor. Tony thinks he's too brilliant for those dumb rules to ruin his life so he takes up the role only to fall in love with how beautiful Peter looks on his knees. Words: 5426 Summary: Peter needs a dom. And the perfect candidate is right in front of him. But what if they fit better together than either of them ever expected?
AKA: Five Times Tony realized this was a mistake, and one time he embraced it.
Gift for: @the-mad-starker
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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY MADS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you so much for this prompt and for giving me the opportunity to write it! I hope you love it and I hope this does your prompt justice! Also I hope you love the bonus moodboard I custom built for you! A number of the images were made just for you ♥♥
Also also, hi Starker fandom! It's been a minute since I've been back! I've been on a "fandom tour of the world" recently and joined 3 fandoms since July. You haven't gotten rid of me yet!
This was edited by one of my fave humans @starkerkitty! Thank you so much, Jacy!! <3
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The entire thing had been a spur-of-the-moment decision.
Peter bursts into the lab seething, and Tony's met with a fire he's never seen in the younger boy's eyes.
Tony's brow furrows as he kicks his feet off the desk, "Peter?"
"I thought we were past this as a society," Peter shouts, dropping the envelope on the desk in front of him. He continues pacing the length of the garage, stepping onto the walls to pace across the ceiling.
"What? Acceptance letters?" Tony smirks, raises an eyebrow and picks up the envelope. He pulls the paper out, reading. "’Dear Peter Parker, you have been accepted to MIT.’" Tony murmurs, "I mean that was expected..." He continues, "blah blah blah... Orientation is on Monday.. blah blah blah... ‘Unfortunately, we can't allow you to enroll in classes until you present a Dom to sponsor your journey with MIT to allow for you to be enrolled and to keep you accounta’-- Oh, you have to be fucking kidding me," he scoffs, tossing the paper on his desk. "They're really holding you from a degree because of *that*?! Just because of the little pink heart on your license?! Maybe I can call my associates, surely they know I'm the one who recommended you. They can't possibly be holding you for anything at all." He scoffs, "I'm going up there. If they want to play this game, we'll play this game."
"Or..." Peter starts, hopping down from on top of one of the server towers.
"Or?" Tony asks, arms crossing over his chest as he looks up at the boy.
"Never mind."
"Peter..."
He sighs, "I have a plan. But you... you have to trust me, Mr. Stark."
-----
"Peter, we can't do this. I mean, I'm all about fucking over tradition, but you do realize they do checks. And not just one. They do them throughout the entirety of your time in the program." Tony stares at the younger man from behind his sunglasses, frowning, "We can't possibly make them believe that I'm your Dom."
Peter's shoulders fall, "You don't want to..."
Tony scoffs, reaching over to clasp a hand over Peter's shoulder, "Now when did I say that? I'm just worried because you're just a kid. I don't want to be preying on you because you're vulnerable."
"You're not. You're just helping me to get into a prestigious university. Speaking of, we need to go get some supplies."
"Supplies?"
Peter shrugs and nods, "Y'know... A collar, whatever outfit you think fits your standards, Mr. Stark. If you feel it's appropriate, you can even pick it."
At the mention of an outfit, Tony's mind fills with images of Peter wrapped in ensembles of his dom's choosing. He considers a suit but settles for something more casual. And Peter in his mind looks stunning.
This is a mistake.
"Oh. We can uh... go tomorrow, deal?"
Peter nods, "Sounds good, thank you, Mr. Stark! Goodnight!" He skips out of the penthouse, leaving Tony alone with less-than-appropriate thoughts about his young mentee.
_____
There are a few times in Tony Stark's life when he knew he is well and truly fucked before the consequences happen.
This is one of those times.
Before him, Peter’s standing on a fitting platform presented for Tony.
"Now, Mr. Stark, what collar are you thinking for your sub? Have they earned a lock? Have they leveled up to a buckle, or is he still in training where they haven't earned more than a snap? As you know, your sub must earn a place beside you."
He allows himself a few deep breaths, glancing at Peter to confirm he's okay with this.
Instead of a nervous disposition, Peter looks almost comfortable. His eyes are glazed, lips parted as he waits for Tony -- his dom-- to decide what he's worth.
"I think he's earned a lock." Peter's chest shudders at the words and Tony smirks, "And let's put my name on it. He should bear my name since he belongs to me."
The worker nods, hanging on to Tony's every word. "Done! Give me just a few minutes to get the collar together for you. We can cut it today and size it so you can walk out with the piece before you leave the mall today!"
"Sounds good. I think my sub and I are going to do a few other errands but we will be back. If you wouldn't mind giving me a call?"
"Sure thing, Mr. Stark. I will start on your piece immediately." The worker takes the black metal card from him, disappearing into the back room to swipe it and get his receipt, but Tony isn't interested in the receipt.
He turns towards Peter, hands resting gently on his arms, "You alright, kid?
Peter nods, mutely, and takes Tony's hand. "Do we need to... show our status while we're in public?"
"It's probably a good idea. What are you comfortable wearing?"
"Whatever you'd like me to wear... daddy?" Peter tacks on the title as an afterthought and Tony fights the urge to react visibly.
"I think that they will believe us more if we put you in a lingerie set and then dress you in a nice outfit on top of it. We can pass it off like I picked the outfit to match your collar, and if you are comfortable, some harnesses latch onto the type of collar I picked for you. But honestly, it's whatever you--"
"Mister Stark? I apologize for the interruption. Here is your card back and your receipt."
"Oh! Thank you!" He takes the card, putting it back in his wallet before taking Peter's hand and leading him out of the shop.
Holding Peter's hand feels far more natural than it should as they walk through the mall. No one gives them a second look, and Tony wonders if they pass as a couple.
"Follow me," Tony states, leading him through the mall toward the lingerie store.
"Mr. Stark..." Peter tries, voice cracking with nervousness, "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure. If you aren't, we don't have to do this. But I will tell you from experience, they are going to want proof."
"Okay..."
----
This was a mistake.
Peter's standing in the middle of the store, surrounded by a rainbow of lace and tulle, and staring at Tony with wide brown eyes.
"What is the-- um--" His voice cracks and Tony's heart melts.
This was a mistake.
"How about we start you in a simple lace playsuit? Do you have a favorite color?"
"I... You should pick."
"Alright, deal." Tony approaches one of the racks, sifting through the outfits to pick out a couple of styles in various colors. "What do you think about red?"
"L-like Iron Man red?"
"I mean... If I'm going to be 'owning' you, it'd make sense to have you wearing my colors," he replies, "Just seems appropriate."
Peter nods and follows after him, hands shoved in his hoodie pockets.
"Your clothes are in there," he states, pointing into the third fitting stall, pulling the purple curtain back. "I'll wait for you out here. If you feel comfortable, I'd love to see how you look in the outfits... baby"
Peter's eyes widen at the title, but he steps inside the booth before he can splutter out a reply and begins stripping off his hoodie and jeans, dropping them onto the gaudy cheetah print chair in the corner of the stall.
Tony hadn't held back.
The pieces before him held no semblance of modesty, yet would show off every curve and muscle of his body. One’s black and frilly, another’s pastel silk, and behind them is a hot rod red harness and lace playsuit.
"Holy--" He whispers, running his hand over the black, lace, off-shoulder negligee, pulling it gently off the hanger. The piece weighed next to nothing, but it felt like it'd shatter into a million pieces if he wasn't careful. He lifts it, pulling it over his head and down over his body.
It wasn't a piece of clothing so much as one long-sleeved lace sock, in Peter's opinion. The bottom of the negligee touched just beneath his ass, and the sleeves pulled down over his hands to leave just his fingers bare.
The lace covered nothing. His nipples and boxers were visible through the lace and at that second, he felt very, very exposed.
"M-Mr. Stark?" He ekes out, peeking his head out of the curtain, keeping his body covered.
"Yeah, Peter?"
"How's this look?" Peter pulls back the curtain, revealing his lithe muscular form wrapped in the delicate lace dress.
Oh... Tony fucked up.
The kid - the one he had told himself he wouldn't drool over - was standing before him in a skin-tight lace bodycon dress, and Tony wanted nothing more at that moment than to devour him.
"You look-- The lace and-- and your figure... um..." He clears his throat, "You look good. Can I see the next one?"
"Oh! Of course!" Peter replies, rushing back into the room.
Back in the room, Peter removes the lacy garment and picks up the silky one. It doesn't even make it off the hanger before it's dropped to the floor.
"No on the silk."
"No?" Tony replies from outside the door, "Just don't like the color or...?"
"Texture," Peter replies bluntly, picking it back up to hang it on the hook. "I can't do it."
Tony huffs what sounds like a laugh, "That's alright, sweetheart."
The title slips out, and the younger man blushes as he picks up the next piece.
On the hanger is a lacy bright red harness playsuit. Bands cross along the back and front, over where his midriff would be, and he shivers slightly at the intricacy of the piece. He steps into it, slowly pulling it up over his thighs, hips, and stomach, spreading the lace over his form.
He turns towards the mirror and the sight of himself catches him off guard. Peter's breathing hitches at the sight of Tony's colors, his red, stretched over Peter’s pale skin. His hands ghost down the front, and the feeling causes him to shiver.
"You okay in there, kid?" Tony calls, shattering the moment, "Didn't get tangled did you?"
"Uh... no!" He calls out, turning away from the mirror and towards the curtain. "Did you want to see this one? It's a bit... much isn't it?"
Tony gives an affirmative noise, and Peter pulls open the curtain, revealing himself to him.
"Holy shit..." Tony whispers.
"That bad?"
"Look at you..." He steps forwards, and reaches for his hips, but stops just a few inches shy. "I-- Sorry." Tony inhales and steps back. "You can uh.. get dressed. I'll meet you out front."
He is so fucked.
---
A few days later, Tony's sitting on the couch next to Peter, reading paperwork on his tablet. "Okay, kid, we need a game plan for this Thursday. I mean... how are we planning on convincing them?" He swirls the bourbon in his glass, sipping it slowly. "Are you just thinking you'll sit in my lap or was there something else you thought might work better? What's the move?"
"I figured I'd sit on your lap, um... maybe we can have me wear a button-down shirt so they can see the lingerie and collar you picked? Just... basically... um... what do people usually do?"
'Fuck.' Tony's brain unhelpfully supplies.
"They tend to use less... orthodox methods. Some bring their subs in on leashes or feed them from their hand, make them sit down on the floor at their feet... It really depends. All I know is that when the day comes, I need to know what program you are going into and why so that I can vouch for you. Because as much as I hate it... in that room, you have no voice."
Peter shivers at the implication and nods. "Noted. Would you like me to uh... put on the outfit again so we can practice? I don't think it'd do us well for either of us to be stumbling and shy the day of."
'Oh, fuck, please put the outfit back on...' Tony thinks.
"Good idea. I expect I will wear a usual suit, so there really isn't any need for me to change, right? I mean the entire thing is just a meeting. Nothing major. What's the worst that could happen? I mean, it's just an interview."
-----
This is a mistake.
Whatever they'd planned for, it wasn't this.
"M-Mr. Stark..." Peter whispers, eyes wide as he's led into the room, feeling small in the cavernous space. Their shoes thud against the floor as they walk, and he takes note of many famous art pieces along the walls as they're led to the office.
At the last second, they'd decided on a leash, and now Peter realizes that may have been a mistake. The skinny chain is connected to the D-ring of his collar, and the other end is held by a wrist strap in the same metallic red leather as his collar. The weight of the piece creates a heady feeling at Peter's core and he finds himself thinking of taxes, his grandma... anything to keep the bulge in the front of his pants minimal.
Tony pulls on the chain, leading Peter through the halls, following a woman with a tight black bun who's talking far too fast for Peter to keep up with.
"This school is one of the most prestigious in the country, you're not going to regret sending your sub here. We do offer a few check-in options if you want him to live on campus, but at the end of the day, it's about whatever works for you, Mr. Stark."
He replies with a simple, "As you know, I was a student here when I was younger. I think I want Peter here to have the same experience. Back then, we knew I was going to be marked a dom, just as my father was, and I didn't need any sort of sponsor. I'm not quite sure how this process works." Tony's entire being exudes confidence, and it puts Peter's racing heartbeat at ease. "Do you need to verify my 'status' or is that just understood?"
"I will need to verify your designation when we get to the office, but at this time it's not a major issue." She gives him a tight smile, not sparing Peter a second glance. "Oh, I should remind you, there will be a confirmation test before the meeting begins, will you be needing supplies for it or have you brought your own?"
Tony scoffs dismissively, "What the hell is a 'Confirmation test'? You don't believe that I own my sub? That's ridiculous!"
"I do apologize, Mr. Stark. We've had a recent spike in subs acting as doms to get into college or having others of different designations pretend to be their dom to try and bypass the system. Therefore we've had to implement a check. There will be an agreement signed by all parties present if you're worried about it being leaked."
Peter blanches at the concept, heart racing when he hears that others have tried and failed to do exactly as they are.
"Ah, that makes sense. We won't be needing supplies, my sub here is trained well enough to take it no matter how I give it." He shrugs, "Well then, where should we wait?"
"Just through here," she replies, ignoring the snark in Tony's voice.
He sends her a fake smile, pulling Peter closer to him to wrap his arm around Peter’s shoulders. Peter's racing pulse presses against his wrist. With a whisper, he soothes Peter, "It's okay. I've got you, baby," putting on the facade of a doting dom, much to the woman leading them's approval.
"My dom is the same way when I get nervous," she muses mindlessly, opening a large white door to lead them into the office. "Have a seat over here." She leads him over to one of the plush velvet chairs sitting before a large wood desk, "Your sub can wait by the door."
Tony frowns, "Absolutely not, he stays with me. No questions asked." Unconsciously, his hand tightens around Peter's leash, keeping him close as though someone would steal him away. "He'll sit at my feet."
"If that's what you choose. Mr. Donahue and Mr. Arroyo will be in soon. Would you like any coffee while you wait?"
"I think we're alright. Thank you." She nods, leaving them alone.
"Hey, kid, are you okay?" Tony asks, helping Peter to sit comfortably on his knees by Tony's chair.
Peter nods, shifting slightly to ensure Tony's shirt parts over his chest to reveal the lacy bodice of the lingerie.
He runs his fingers through Peter's hair, "You look good. I don't know what this 'confirmation test' is, but we'll get through it together."
"I trust you. We can do whatever we need to to get through this. I want to go to MIT so bad, Mr. Stark..."
"I know, Peter, and I will do whatever I have to to make it happen. Even if it means lying to the panel at my alma mater." He smirks, ruffling the younger man's hair, "We will get through this... together."
Before long, the large door at the side of the room opens and two men walk inside.
"Good morning, I presume you're Mr. Donahue and Mr. Arroyo?"
"Yes, and is this..." He lifts his clipboard, "Peter Parker?"
At the mention of his name, Peter looks up from his place on the floor.
"Yes. We're here to get Peter set up in the program for biochemistry and chemical engineering."
The two suited men before them snicker, "That's quite the program... Are you sure it's for him?"
Tony frowns, chewing his cheek to keep from mouthing off and blowing it for the younger, "He's actually quite brilliant. But let's be honest, any sub worthy of me would have to be more than just a pretty face."
His words pinken Peter's cheeks, and he blushes, leaning against Tony's leg.
"If you're sure, we can progress to the next part of the meeting. Before that though, I have this sheet of terms and conditions for you to read."
The man on the left hands Tony a sheet of legalese.
It's a basic NDA, nothing he really needs to worry about because he's sure he could break it with a check and some lawyers if needed. Rolling his eyes at the places saying that he and his sub consent to the test, he moves to sign it, and then hands the pen to Peter, but notices at the last second there's only one line.
"Oh, we don't need his signature, your signature of consent is enough."
"Yeah, well I want his signature of consent next to mine." Tony glares, pointedly dragging the pen along the paper to create a line for Peter to sign. "Baby," he summons, snapping his fingers.
"Yes, Mr. Stark?" Peter replies, just as practiced, "How can I service you?"
"I need your signature on this NDA."
Peter obediently rises to his feet, leaning over the table to sign the paper.
"You don't even need to read it?" The man on the right asks.
"Of course not. If my Sir read it, I trust him to know what's best for me."
Clearly, that was the right answer, as Tony's hand wrapped around his hips, pulling Peter back to sit on his lap.
They hadn't discussed this.
Tony smiles softly at him, left hand running up his chest, and under the shirt.
Neither of the men before them seem bothered by the display. If anything, they're pleased.
"Before we begin, I need to see your IDs. Just to confirm your designations."
"Of course." Tony nods, pulling his wallet out to produce both of their IDs from the pocket they'd tucked them into the day prior.
The men look over their ID cards, confirming the black heart on Tony's and the pink one on Peter's. They hold them up to the light, confirming the words etched beside the icons aren't forged.
When they seem satisfied, they stand at the desk, handing Tony back the cards.
"Now, for the next part of this process, we're going into this room next door. There will be some equipment for you to use, should you need it. Essentially, we just need to see how you and Mr. Parker interact to confirm that you are actually in an agreement."
"Sounds like a plan. Let's go," Tony replies calmly, following behind them and leading Peter into the room as well.
---
The giant room is simple, with dark red walls and black wood flooring. There’s only a few pieces of equipment Tony's never seen outside of an obscure sex club he frequented in '05 in the room.
"When you're ready Mr. Stark." They take a seat on the black couch in the corner of the room.
Tony nods, "Alright. Peter, I want you to strip out of my shirt and head to the display platform over there." He unclips the leash from his wrist and the chain falls against Peter's front.
"Yes, Daddy," Peter replies obediently, unbuttoning the shirt the rest of the way and allowing it to fall off his shoulders. He folds the garment, setting it on the floor next to him. Silently, he steps onto the circular acrylic platform and waits at attention with his head down and arms behind his back.
"Inspection," Tony states, crossing his arms, and standing just off to the side of the stand.
Without a second thought, Peter raises his arms behind his head, spreading his legs to wait for his next command.
Tony walks behind him, circling the platform as the world shrinks to just them.
"Service."
He nods, dropping his hands in front of his crotch, patiently eyeing Tony for the next word."
"Good. Nadu."
'Fuck.' Peter thinks, dropping to his knees. He kneels back, spreading his thighs just enough to place his hands palms-up on them, eyes trained at the floor just before him.
It feels like the room has suddenly grown 800 degrees hotter as Tony watches the younger man drop to his knees from just his command. He fights the urge to respond. To go over and take control and ownership of Peter, but instead, he coughs and delivers the next command, "Collar."
Peter lifts his head, presenting his throat as though Tony were to place or pull on the leather wrapped around his throat.
"Humble."
He drops forward, chain hitting the ground with a dull thud as his nose touches the floor, arms sliding before him, and his ass pushed out into the air for Tony or any passerby to inspect him. It wracks shivers down Peter's form as he lays there.
Tony's eyes widen.
This was a mistake.
Had Peter's ass always looked that good in those jeans or was this position just stretching the light fabric over his form? He clears his throat, glancing over at the suited men writing notes in the corner.
"Ready position," he commands, snapping his fingers to grab Peter's attention.
Peter pushes up, pulling his hands back towards himself, sitting on his knees with his lips slightly parted. The chain of the leash runs down his body as Peter raises his gaze to just above where Tony's face would be if he stood over him.
The thought fills Tony's head with more visuals than he's prepared for, and he feels himself going lightheaded.
This was a fucking mistake.
"Last one, Peter..." he states, "Captured."
Gracelessly, Peter rolls onto his back, spreading his arms and legs to present his body to Tony, inviting him to take control. His breath leaves his lungs. If it weren't for the jeans obstructing his view, Peter's cock, hole, and balls would be on display for him.
Tony chokes out a simple, "R-Released." Clearing his throat, he adds, "Good job, Peter." He offers him the button-up from next to the platform, helping him put it on, but stops him before he can button it.
"Thank you, Daddy, I'm glad that I could please you."
He presses a gentle kiss to Peter's temple and reattaches the chain leash to his wrist.
One of the men interrupts the exchange, catching Tony's attention, "Well, Mr. Stark, I can say that we are thoroughly impressed with you and your training of your sub. If you wouldn't mind having a seat with us over here, we can sort out his schedule for this semester."
"Gladly." He leads Peter over, dropping into the white chair across from them, and pulling Peter into his lap.
----
Two hours later, they arrive outside with one sheet of classes for Peter to begin in a week.
"We did it!!" Peter squeals, wrapping his arms around Tony in a tight, celebratory hug.
"We did, kid! You are now officially a student of MIT," Tony replies, "Congratulations! Wanna head home?"
"Please..." Peter replies. 'Just a little longer.'
----
The air in the penthouse is thick as Tony drops his keys on the counter in the kitchen.
"Now what? I expect you want to change into something more comfortable?"
'Please do, before I eat you alive,' Tony thinks.
"Um... I thought..." Peter walks around the counter, standing before Tony, "I thought I might stay in this a little longer. If that... I mean... If that's okay?"
"Fuck, kid... Of course it is," he murmurs, hand reaching out and stopping just before Peter's cheek. Peter's breath ghosts across his wrist, crushing the last of Tony's reserve. He places his hand on Peter's jaw, running it down toward his throat.
They'd removed the leash once they'd gotten in the car, and Tony mourned its loss, but instead reached for the ring at the center of Peter's collar.
"Is this okay?"
"Please..." Peter whispers, eyes falling to Tony's lips before flicking back to meet his eye.
"Fuck, kid..." Tony grabs the D-ring with his right index finger, pulling him forward into their first kiss. It grows heated almost instantly, as Peter presses his body back against the counter, caged in by Tony's left hand.
Peter whimpers against his lips, licking into Tony's mouth.
"I've wanted this so badly... For so long," he murmurs, sharing breaths with the older man, "Please, Mr. Stark, let me have it?"
"Of course, you can have whatever you want, Peter. Anything." He kisses the younger again, reveling in the soft whines slipping past Peter's lips. "What do you want?"
"Can you... Tell me what to do again?" His voice cracks, nervously and Tony smirks at the sound.
"Of course I can. You can say stop at any time. I won't hold it against you and it won't affect me sponsoring you for college, okay?"
Peter nods, waiting for his first command as soon as Tony lets go of his collar.
"I want you to go into the living room, strip out of your outside clothes, and pick one of your kneeling positions. Either Nadu, Collaring, or your Ready position. I will be there in a moment. Also, you will call me ‘Daddy.’"
"Yes, Daddy." Peter rushes out of the kitchen, and into the den, stripping and kneeling in his ready position, just like he was trained. He watches the kitchen door, patiently waiting for Tony to come through.
Tony pushes open the door to the den, and there in the center of the floor is Peter kneeling in the Iron Man red lingerie Tony'd picked a week prior, waiting patiently for the older man to claim him for his own. The red elastic bands wrap diagonally around Peter's center, and the lace at his crotch and chest stretches over the skin perfectly.
He looks edible.
"Fuck, look at you..." Tony gasps. "I swear it took everything in me earlier not to step up on that platform and kiss you earlier."
As if imagining it, Peter shivers. Tony smirks, and runs his fingers through Peter's hair. "I have a feeling you would have liked it if I had, baby."
The title makes Peter's eyes widen and he blushes.
"Noted." Tony chuckles, "How far do you want to take this?"
"All the way. I just... I want your cock so bad, Daddy..."
"Fuck..." he groans, "Yeah, we can... we can make that happen. Fri, lock down this floor, make sure no one gets in."
"On it, sir," she replies.
"You have my full attention, Daddy," Peter whispers, shyly, "Do what you think I am worthy of."
"Honey, you've had my full attention since I put my name on your neck. And as for what you're worthy of? I think you've earned being spoiled on my cock until you're begging. How does that sound?"
Peter shivers and nods, "Please, Daddy... Make me yours."
He chuckles and unbuttons his slacks, watching as Peter tracks every single motion of his hands. "Desperate?"
The younger man blushes, and lowers his gaze to Tony's shoes, not replying.
"I'm going to take that as a yes."
"Can we just... Can I--?" He raises his hands to Tony's belt.
"Fuck, of course you can, Peter." Tony nods, pulling his cock through the front of his boxers. "It's all yours."
Peter pushes forward, taking the tip into his mouth with practiced ease.
"Have you done this bef-- Oh fuck there..." Tony groans, hand falling into Peter's hair.
"Never kiss and tell, Daddy." He winks, licking along the side of Tony's length, sucking kisses into the skin.
"Fuck, Peter..." His hips jump when the younger man takes the crown into his mouth, sucking slowly down until he's buried the hilt of Tony's cock in his mouth. "How... did you... get to be so good at this?" His chest rises and falls as Peter watches through a hooded gaze. "You're so good for me, Peter..."
He pulls off, lips swollen and pink, "Say it?"
Tony runs his fingers through his hair, catching on the curls, "So good for Daddy."
Peter whimpers, taking Tony’s dick back into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and suckling sloppily. Slowly, Tony's hips push back against his sucking, creating a slow rhythm.
"Can I fuck your mouth, baby?"
He nods as much as he can, dropping his jaw to allow for space.
Experimenting with a thrust, Tony pushes his dick further into Peter's mouth, reveling in the tight heat surrounding him. He pulls back, repeating the motion a few times, gasping when Peter's gurgles vibrate around his length.
Releasing his hold, he allows Peter to pull off and catch his breath, watching as the younger man wipes drool from his lips, and tears from his eyes.
"Again?"
"When you're ready, sweetheart. You're doing so good for Daddy, baby. I'm going to go a little faster."
As promised, he speeds his rhythm up, thrusting into Peter's mouth, each breath carrying a desperate moan. "Fuck, Peter..." He tangles his hands in Peter's hair, pulling Peter's head in an opposing pattern to his hips, "Just a little more, sweetheart... And then I'll make you feel good too."
"Don't... Don't have to." Peter croaks, pushing his hips down against the ground. "'m good."
"Are you getting off on this, Peter? Enjoying me using your mouth? You enjoy being used by Daddy?" Tony purrs, tangling his hands in Peter's hair, pulling him forward again, "Good. Because Daddy loves using your pretty mouth."
Peter whimpers, sucking Tony back into his mouth, licking the beads of precum off the tip and down the side. He shivers, fucking his own mouth.
"Fuck, sweetheart... Can't... Can't fucking do that, I'm too close."
Tony swears he sees Peter's eyes sparkle when he says that, but he couldn't be sure. Not with his head falling back in a louder-than-necessary moan.
Peter shivers at the sound, and the vibrations of his own moans are what brings Tony over the edge.
He shouts Peter's name, bucking sloppily into his mouth, groaning loudly. "Fuck, so good for me baby... So fucking good."
Peter swallows around him, licking the remnants away, pulling off with a soft pop.
Tony tucks himself back into his boxers and sinks next to Peter, "God... Why haven't we done this sooner?"
Peter shrugs dazedly, head falling against Tony's shoulder. He wraps his arms around Peter, kissing him softly. The man tastes himself, and he smiles against Peter's lips.
"As for you..." he reaches down, slipping his hand into Peter's lingerie, and is met with a wet spot, and Peter's hypersensitive cock. "You-- You came untouched?"
"Mhmn.."
"Fuck, kid..." Tony gasps, "What did I do to deserve you?"
"Everything," Peter whispers back, nuzzling closer, feeling completely owned. Just as he should be.
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