Tony never watched any of his previous partners while they were asleep. Admittedly, most of the times he ended up in bed with someone in the past, he was drunk and fast asleep. And in the morning he just jumped out of bed and let Pepper deal with whoever was left behind. Because there was just a kind of intimacy, watching someone when they were most vulnerable and not pretending to be someone else, that he didn't want to share with any of his past conquests.
But that changed when he met Peter. From the first time they fell in bed together, he couldn't stop watching the boy. And since Tony had a pretty messed up sleeping schedule, he was often awake while Peter was still slumbering.
How was it possible that the boy looked even more innocent and sweet when he was sleeping? Like someone Tony needed to protect and treasure and never let go? Every night and morning that Tony watched his boyfriend sleep beside him, he promised to never let anything bad happen to him.
For @starkerfestivals Summer Bingo: Watching Someone Sleep
Summary: When Peter nearly passes out at Tony's feet, he knows something is wrong. His little spider doesn't get sick often but the Dom is quick to take care of him. And when it turns out that it could be something else, Tony's protective instincts come out to play.
Tags: Sick fic, Sick Peter Parker, SIM tony, Mafia AU, Mafia Boss Tony Stark, BDSM, Dom Tony Stark, Sub Peter Parker, Peter was still Spider-man, Implications of violence, villain iron man, Darkish Tony, Dark Tony Stark, Human Experimentation all off screen though, Morally Grey Peter Parker, Tonys totally soft for Peter though, No Smut, just soft kisses, Aged-Up Peter Parker
Read on AO3 Here or down below
Special thanks to @sausageg for the beautiful art, and @the-mad-starker for betaing.
Peter knelt at the Superior’s feet, struggling to stay upright as his head throbbed and his senses flared. Everything ached and it was all he could do to bite back his whimpers as he waited for his Dom to finish his business for the day.
“Peter?”
Peter blinked, turning his face up towards his Dom. There was a look of concern on the man’s face as Peter stared, waiting for instruction.
“Did you not hear me call you?” Tony asked as he slid a hand under Peter’s chin and turned his head side to side.
“I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t,” Peter replied softly, his eyes automatically dropping with embarrassment. He had been so good lately for his Sir, and here he was ruining it now because he couldn’t focus.
“Are you feeling alright, Pet?” Tony asked, and tears welled in Peter’s eyes suddenly.
Honestly he felt miserable but he also just wanted to be good and not be a burden. His throat felt tight and nothing came out when he tried to answer, so he settled for just shaking his head.
“Oh Pet.” His Dom sighed and he must have signaled JARVIS to run a scan because he was suddenly engulfed in blue light. “What’s the damage, J?”
“High fever and physiological signs of distress indicative of a severe sinus infection coupled with a cold,” JARVIS replied. “Though given his immune system, it must be a fairly strong infection to have taken hold and overcome his enhancements.”
“Alright, have Pep take or cancel my last few meetings,” Tony said, and Peter whimpered. “Nope, none of that. You’re going to the medbay so Dr. Cho can confirm J’s diagnosis, and then straight to bed with you.”
“Yes, sir,” Peter croaked. He tried to stand but his head spun, causing him to stumble and collapse back to the floor. Or rather he would have if his Dom hadn’t caught him, sweeping him up in a bridal carry.
Peter was in and out of it as he was taken to Dr. Cho. She ran her own tests and then gave Tony orders for Peter’s care, including the custom medicines she had designed when Tony had taken Peter as his sub. He took them without complaint, then slipped back into the dazed state from before.
It had been a long time since he had been sick, and he had almost forgotten just how miserable it was. Really all he wanted was to curl up in bed and snuggle with his dom, or barring that, a nice stuffie would do the trick.
“Alright, easy there, Pet,” Tony murmured, and Peter was confused as to why his Dom sounded so gentle and almost worried. “I know this is miserable, but it’ll be ok.”
As Tony spoke, he wiped Peter’s face, and the sub realized he’d been crying. That only made him cry more as he buried his face in Tony’s chest and whimpered. This really was the worst.
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Tony frowned as his sub grew more distressed. His little spider had toughed his way through injury and punishment with no problem, but getting sick was apparently a whole different situation. It was also worrying how quickly he had declined, as JARVIS saw no indication of illness even last night.
“J, check for anything suspicious with Peter’s food or anyone that interacted with him,” Tony said as he tucked Peter into their bed. He sat beside him, gently carding his hand through the sub’s hair. “It’s unusual enough for there to be a bug strong enough to overcome his system but no one else is sick. He’s been in the tower at my side without being exposed to even a sniffle.”
“Right away, sir,” JARVIS replied.
Tony hoped he was wrong, that it was just a virus that Peter was exposed to, but the more he thought about it, the more his gut told him this was on purpose.
“J, get Cho and Brucie Bear up here asap,” Tony said, his mind racing faster and faster as hundreds of scenarios ran through his head. “Tell them to bring their medical equipment.”
“Message delivered, sir, they’ll be here shortly.”
Tony forced himself to sit with Peter instead of pacing, constantly monitoring the sub’s breathing and other vitals even as he soothed him.
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Peter’s fever was already climbing by the time Cho and Bruce arrived.
“Take whatever samples you would for poisons and biochemical attacks,” Tony ordered as they came in. “His fever is rising quickly and this came on way to fast to be natural.”
Cho looked like she wanted to argue but she still got to work with Bruce grabbing what they needed, as well as increasing the dose of meds Peter was already on.
“I’ll have J stream his vitals to medbay,” Tony said as they were heading out. “I have a bad feeling about this.”
“If this isn’t natural, we’ll figure it out,” Bruce promised, and Tony nodded in response. They would figure it out and Peter would be fine. And if for whatever reason he wasn’t, then Tony would rain literal hellfire down upon whoever did this.
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As Cho and Bruce ran test after test, Tony grew more worried. Peter’s fever continued to climb and the sub became more and more delirious and clingy as it did.
“Please, sir, please,” Peter croaked as he curled tightly in a ball. “It hurts.”
“I know, Pet,” Tony said, running his fingers through Peter’s hair. “The doctors are working on it, I promise.”
“Sir, his temperature is reaching unsafe levels,” JARVIS said suddenly, and Tony frowned.
“What do Bruce and Cho recommend?” Tony asked, standing.
“A tepid bath or water misters with fans are the most viable options since he is no longer responding to medication,” JARVIS replied. “Dr. Banner suggests the tepid bath first given how quickly he has deteriorated. He also asked me to inform you that you were right, sir. There is a very odd strain of something currently attacking Mr. Parker’s immune system, and it doesn’t look natural.”
“Any luck on finding how he was exposed?” Tony asked as he stripped Peter of his remaining clothes. “Also start the water, J.”
“I have not yet found the time of infection and have expanded my search to the day before yesterday to see if perhaps it simply had a longer incubation period,” JARVIS replied. “And the bath is already ready, sir.”
“Very well, let me know when you find anything,” Tony said, stripping his own clothes off as well. “Have Cho and Bruce alert me the minute they have anything as well.”
“As you wish, sir.”
With that, Tony picked Peter up and started heading for the bath. This was likely going to be unpleasant for the little spider, and Tony wasn’t looking forward to it either.
Peter wasn’t aware of much beyond the heat and pain until something cold shocked his system. He tried to fight and get away but strong bands held him firm while a deep voice rumbled in his ear. The pain and fugue was too consuming to understand what the voice was saying, but still it made him feel safe and he relaxed into it as much as he could.
Slowly the pain faded, replaced by a bone deep fatigue. Someone kept talking to him, a low murmur but he couldn’t understand anything, and he couldn’t get his eyes to open either.
Pain spiked and leveled then spiked again before finally unconsciousness overtook him.
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Tony didn’t panic, not since he became Superior and all of his body’s functions were regulated. However, even he would admit he felt something akin to it when Peter collapsed in his arms in the tub.
“J, call Bruce now and get me another scan,” Tony barked out, his hands automatically supporting his sub. “Is it safe to take him out of the tub?”
Light engulfed them as JARVIS scanned Peter, reading out the biometrics.
“His temperature is still too high, sir,” J concluded. “Dr. Banner recommends remaining in the tub until he arrives.”
The minutes ticked by and Tony felt the frustration build at his helplessness.
“Anything yet on determining how this happened?” Tony asked sharply. JARVIS was too used to his moods to take offense though.
“I believe I may have found something, sir, but I am backtracking the movements of the individuals in question first to confirm,” JARVIS replied, and Tony grinned sharply at the unimpressed tone. J had taken a liking to Peter early on, if only because of how much stress he helped Tony work out. Thus the AI had made it his side objective to keep Peter healthy and happy in order to keep Tony satisfied as well.
“Show me,” Tony demanded as Bruce finally arrived.
The doctor took one look at Peter before grabbing a towel.
“We need to get him to Medbay, now,” Bruce said and Tony nodded. He handed Peter over reluctantly, reminding himself that there was no one better when it came to the squishy sciences and medicine.
“I’ll meet you down there,” Tony said as he grabbed his own towel to get dried. Bruce nodded and then was out the door leaving Tony to return to his task of determining who did this and how. “Bring the logs up, J, let me see who did this to my Pet.”
“Queued and ready for you, sir,” JARVIS replied, a series of screens popping up in front of him. Tony sneered when he realized who it was, already sending out the Legion to capture those who dared to touch what was his. He’d let them stew while Peter fought whatever it was, and then, when he knew the full cost of their transgressions, he take his payment from them.
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Peter woke to dimmed lights, the hum of equipment, and just a faint hint of disinfectant. His mind had no problem placing the room, as he had spent a fair bit of time here when Tony had first found him. It had been a learning experience for everyone when the bright lights, loud noises, and overly strong smells kept sending him into sensory overloads. Finally though, someone had caught on and they had created a safe haven for him to recover. Tony had saved him then, and continued to save him after, helping him heal from torture at the hands of villains that didn’t care if Spider-Man was an 18 year old orphan who just wanted to help people.
Tony had already used extremis on himself when Peter had met him, but he hadn’t had full control of the city yet. He claimed it soon after, ruling the underground with an iron fist. Peter continued as Spider-man, but it felt weird when the criminals started running away without even trying to fight.
It took him getting shot to realize what was going on. Or rather, him getting shot and the bad guy’s friend yelling at them that he was insane because Spider-Man was under Iron-Man’s protection. Peter had collapsed, only to wake up in the medbay again, the room set up for him as if he had never left.
He had wanted to be mad, to yell at Tony for taking over and controlling everything, including his work as Spider-Man. But when he woke up and found the older man standing vigil at his bedside looking disheveled, Peter found that he couldn’t stay angry. Tony had lost so much and had so little that he actually cared about, so Peter understood being protective of his precious people, even if he didn’t agree with his methods.
It had been so easy to let Tony explain away his decisions in the beginning. Peter had always looked up to the man, and he’d also believed that authority figures were trustworthy. Finally though, Peter was forced to confront the truth. Tony wasn’t a good person anymore, and Peter was so in love, so happy kneeling at his feet, that he didn’t care.
There had been an adjustment period, and Peter had been reckless a few times, which was why Tony always kept this room ready for him. Plus, it was kitted out with everything Tony would need to stay with him if something happened. Like the comfortable chair his lover was currently dozing on.
“J, what happened?” Peter asked quietly, trying not to wake Tony.
“You were poisoned with a compound specifically meant to target your immune system,” JARVIS replied, equally soft. “The compound has been neutralized and your natural healing abilities have already begun repairing any damage. Sir has also already captured the ones responsible.”
“I’m not normally the one they go after with poison,” Peter couldn’t help but muse.
“Indeed,” JARVIS agreed. Then the AI seemed to hesitate before continuing. “Based on what data I can find, they seem to have taken issue with the disappearance of Spider-Man.”
“I haven’t been Spider-Man in years though,” Peter said with a frown. “Why come after me now?”
“Because they found a new Spider-Man and didn’t want to compete with you.”
Peter flinched at the cold anger in Tony’s voice. It always meant death and blood for those who had stirred his ire.
Then the words actually sunk in and he turned to Tony, incredulous.
“How could they possibly have a new Spider-Man? I killed the spider that bit me,” Peter said, confused.
“Apparently, Oscorp still had some spiders sitting around,” Tony retorted and Peter frowned.
“That’s not good,” Peter said, biting at his lip. His transformation hadn’t been pleasant and he’d survived it by pure luck. It definitely wasn’t something that people should be trying to replicate.
“Honestly, I thought I had shut them down fully, but apparently not. I’ll take care of it though,” Tony assured him, and Peter relaxed back against the bed with a sigh. “And in the meantime, you shall be on bedrest. That poison was unfortunately close to something truly deadly. Capishe?”
“Yes, sir,” Peter replied, tilting his head up for a kiss. Tony walked over and placed one gently on his lips.
“Bruce and Cho are on their way now. They’ll check you over for me. I have a punishment to dole out in the meantime,” Tony murmured to him. “Be a good boy and rest, my love. I’ll come back for you and take you home tonight if Cho approves.”
“You promise?” Peter asked in a quiet voice. He hated seeming too needy or weak, but when he got sick it was always so hard not to want his Dom around.
“I promise, pet,” Tony said, petting his head. “I’ll be back before you know it.”
“Ok, be safe then,” Peter murmured back. Tony drew him in for one last kiss, then strode out of Peter’s room.
The sub sighed and resigned himself to waiting while the Dom did what he felt was necessary. Cho and Bruce didn’t leave him alone long before bustling in to run test after test. Exhaustion crept in and he found himself falling asleep again.
He wasn’t sure how much later it was when something jostled him. His eyes fluttered open just long enough to see Tony above him before he let them drop closed again.
“That’s right, pet, just rest,” his Dom murmured, and Peter tried to bury his face against the older man. The sharp scent of iron clung to Tony, and Peter whined sleepily only to be shushed. “Just put up with it for a little, pet.”
Peter huffed but drifted back off as he was carried gently out of the medbay and back up to their rooms. Tony handled him with the utmost care that warmed Peter’s heart. He was nearly back asleep when Tony placed him carefully on their bed. The older man ran his hands through Peter’s hair but didn’t join him on the bed itself.
“T’ny?”
“Rest, pet,” Tony said firmly. “I’ll join you soon enough. Just need to clean up first.”
Peter made a curious noise and Tony chuckled.
“Let’s just say I may have gotten a little messy while making an example of them, but I’m pretty confident that no one will be dumb enough to try that again,” Tony said. “My little spider is off limits.”
Peter knew he shouldn’t encourage Tony’s more violent streak, but at the same time he couldn’t help but love knowing that Tony treasured him so much. Even if it meant that sometimes he’d kill in Peter’s name. If Peter was honest, he’d kill for Tony too.
When Peter arrived back to his college dorm after his lecture he wasn't expecting a summons to Stark tower, home of the notorious Superior, on his bed. Much less one addressed to his superhero identity Spider-man.
Although he expected it to be a trap, he nevertheless found himself arriving at the penthouse suite of Stark Tower prepared for a fight only to be presented with a bound and gagged J Jonah Jameson as a gift from the Superior himself.
For some reason the Superior, or Tony as he insisted Peter call him, had decided to kidnap the editor of the Daily Bugle after it had released a series of defamatory articles about Spider-man in a misguided, yet well meaning, attempt to woo the young hero.
@starkerfestivals summer bingo fill: The Daily Bugle
Peter doesn’t know how his alpha keeps this up for hours at a time, when he’s exhausted after the first three minutes. His useless cocklet is currently buried deep inside Tony’s ass, the wet, hot, tight hole that Peter had been begging to try just once.
How he had gotten his alpha to say yes to it during his rut, recorded it because he knew Tony would stick to his word, especially verbal agreements or contracts. And it technically was a contract. An exchange of ass for ass. Tony gets to fuck him for the rest of his rut if Peter gets to try topping once.
He didn’t even really wanna do it until he hears from Steve how great it was to top Bucky. And the idea of Tony whimpering on his cock was too good to pass up.
Except, that’s not how it went. Instead, Peter was whimpering, desperately humping up into his alpha like a puppy in heat, his cunt soft and pliable and empty as the boy tried to cum but couldn’t.
“Aw, sweetheart,” Tony coos sweetly, “You need help?”
Peter nods graciously, his submissive instincts finally being fulfilled when his alpha reaches between them— not very comfortably, he might add— to stuff two of his thick fingers inside Peter’s hole, the omega sobbing as he cums immediately.
His cocklet softens, but Tony is too tight. Gripping onto his sensitive organ and keeping it deep inside as the alpha forces the omega through his orgasm, fingers rubbing hard right on the boy’s g-spot until his cock is rehardening again inside Tony’s ass.
“Now, we go again,” The alpha smiles, “Until you can hold off your own slutty orgasm for my own. It’s what you wanted, right?”
Peter can only cry as he starts thrusting into his alpha once more.
For the drabble thing 37 for Starker if you can make it fit?
thank you for the prompt!
37 - "Will you say something or just keep staring at me?"
StarkerFestivals Summer Bingo 2022 - Chair Sex
Summary: A training mishap at the Avengers compound between Iron Man and Spider-man has the spidey-suit ripped at a very... unfortunate and intimate part. Tony can't help but make use of the sudden accessibility he has to certain part of Peter's anatomy.
Based on the insanely talented @anonoite 's nsfw art found here (private acct)
Word count: 2.6k
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“Can’t I just change?”
“Hang on, Peter, I’ll just take a second.”
Tony does not just take a second. It’s excruciating, prolonged minutes of Peter seated on a counter in Tony’s lab at the Avengers compound with the older man himself on a chair in front of him in between Peter’s spread knees, face uncomfortably close and attention laser-focused onto the younger man’s crotch area.
It’s so embarrassing. It didn’t even happen in an actual combat situation. He was in the middle of sparring with Iron Man out on the compound’s training field, having a grand old time, totally not being distracted by how insanely hot Iron Man looks flying around in the suit. Then one of his webs got seared off by a repulsor blast and Peter hits the ground hard, skidding on the gravel, taking off a good chunk of his brand-new spidey-suit in a very unfortunate part.
A massive tear, starting from just under his balls all the way up to where his ass crack begins on his lower back. Most of the hole is concealed from view with Peter sitting on the counter. But the hole reaches forward just enough that there is a bared sliver of skin high up on his inner thigh, the visibility – and current proximity – of which to a certain inventor-engineer Peter is very hyperaware.
Tony pokes and prods at the edges of the ripped fabric, examining the nature of the tear with scientific inquisition. “I get the concept of having multiple suits. My basement will tell you that. But I already made you the nanotech one. Upgrades are supposed to go up, kid. It’s in the name. What was the point of making this suit?”
Peter huffs. “It was an emergency situation. I was in Europe. I didn’t have the nanosuit handy and all I had to make a new suit was an airplane lab. Your airplane lab, based on materials you designed. So if anything, it’s kind of your fault that I’m-”
Tony looks up at him, eyebrow raised.
Peter’s gut warms at the older man’s expression. It takes all his willpower to stop his cock from twitching right under Tony’s chin. “Nope, yeah. My fault. It’s all my fault,” Peter says weakly, turning his gaze up to the ceiling to avoid combusting alive under that eye-contact. Fuck, why did he make his suit so skin-tight that any kind of… swelling would be immediately noticeable? And why did he decide to wear this suit instead of the nanosuit today? Fuck his life.
Tony sighs, putting his hands on Peter’s knees. The man must have inched even closer to Peter’s spread open legs because he can feel the rush of warm breath on the skin bared from the suit’s rip. “I’m not trying to make you feel bad,” he says, “I’m just concerned. Good thing this happened during training and we can fix it. If this had happened in a real battle…”
Peter shrugs. “I’d probably be fine. Super-healing, remember? I don’t need a suit to protect me.”
Tony chuckles. “I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that not-so-subtle jab at me.” Peter was about to quickly insist that’s not what he meant, but Tony continues, “but I was more talking about how I don’t want any supervillains seeing you like this, ass out all on display. Them or any of the other Avengers who’d happen to be there. Or anyone, really. I’d gouge all their eyes out.”
Peter’s heart thuds and he chances a glance down at Tony. The older man still seems to be closely inspecting the rips in his suit. And he said that last bit so casually, like the idea of someone else’s eyes on Peter’s… intimate parts was a violently punishable crime. Peter doesn’t know why it makes it feel so hot under the neckline of his suit, but he likes how possessive Tony sounds.
Because there’s eyes on him right now. Dark eyes that seem to be focused on the tear in the suit, but could just as easily be fixated on the bare skin the tear is revealing.
“You’re seeing me like this,” Peter points out quietly.
Those dark-brown eyes flick up to meet his. “Only ‘cause you’re letting me.” Tony’s hands on Peter’s knees increase in pressure. “You could easily overpower me. Why don’t you?”
“I-” Peter feels himself yield readily, legs opening further under Tony’s touch. The man is right. Peter has held up the weight of a collapsed warehouse on his shoulders but he can’t resist the gentle pressure of Tony’s hands. Peter has jumped, swung, free-fallen at unimaginable heights but he’s never been as breathless as he is now, with Tony so close, looking up at him, unmistakeable desire in his eyes.
“Will you say something or just keep staring at me?” Tony smiles, thumbs rubbing circles on Peter’s knees. “What are you thinking?”
“I want you to see me like this. I want-” his breath hitches and Tony finally moves his fingers to touch his skin directly, “-want only you to see me like this.”
Tony’s smile widens. “Good boy.”
Peter gasps when he feels Tony’s mouth on him through the thin fabric of the spidey-suit, kissing softly, gently. That mouth Peter’s been obsessed with for so long, so full of snark and genius, now stokes his obsession even more as it makes its way up his legs, as clever and unstoppable as the man’s incredible brain, until-
“Unh, Mr. Stark…” Peter gasps, squirming on the counter as soft lips and prickly facial hair finally touch directly onto the bare skin revealed by the suit’s tear.
Tony tilts his face to look up at him, head turned just so that its resting on Peter’s thighs. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No! I… I just-” Peter’s heart stutters at the sight of Tony’s eyes from this angle, wide and framed with thick lashes. How can a man look so sexy and so endearing at the same time? Peter is fully, achingly hard now, unmistakeable at this proximity. “I want it. I want you. You can do whatever you want to me.”
If possible, Tony’s eyes darken even further. “I’ll hold you to that,” he murmurs before descending right between Peter’s legs, mouthing, kissing, licking at where his balls meet his perineum.
Peter shudders with a gasp, the sudden onslaught of pleasure on his sensitive skin taking hold of his body. His cock twitches helplessly where it’s still flimsily covered by the ripped edge of his suit. As Tony slips his fingers under the torn fabric, tugging it upwards, his mouth follows the course. And when a warm tongue swirls a wet path up Peter’s shaft, the younger man comes with a surprised cry.
Tony pulls away as Peter sits there panting. They both glance at the wet spot growing on the spidey-suit.
“Whoops,” Peter chuckles weakly, embarrassed.
Tony grins. “And just when I thought you couldn’t ruin this suit any further.”
“Don’t make fun of me,” Peter grumbles. He hops off the counter and climbs onto Tony’s lap, straddling him. Their lips meet in a hungry kiss. Peter can feel the older man’s hard-on beneath him and he instinctively rolls his hips, grinding against it, taking satisfaction in the way Tony groans at the stimulation.
Tony kneads Peter’s ass, his kiss growing hungrier. His hands grip the frayed edges of the suit’s tear over Peter’s backside and pulls, widening the rips with the sound of rending fabric.
“Oh fuck,” Peter moans, exceedingly aroused at the strength of Tony’s desire for him. It’s the most powerful he’s ever felt, knowing that he’s making someone like Tony Stark feel this way.
“Can’t wait anymore, baby,” Tony growls. “Come on, get that ass on me.”
Peter sits up on his knees, both hands on the older man’s broad shoulders. Face flushed warm, he watches Tony lift his hips just enough to yank the bottom half of his under-armour suit down his legs. The movement makes Tony’s triceps flex attractively under the skin-tight fabric of his shirt and Peter, with no small amount of arousal, admires just how powerfully built Tony is. Peter wants to see all of him. All that skin over that all that chest, the scars where the arc reactor used to sit, the trail of hair that leads down to-
Peter lets out an involuntary whimper at the sight of Tony’s cock, hard and ready for him. He reaches for it on instinct, giving it a few gentle strokes.
“Oh fuck, kid, you’re killing me here,” Tony groans. “Need to feel you.” He starts looking around, a little frantic.
“What is it?” Peter asks, placing nipping kisses on Tony’s jaw as he continues to jack him off slowly.
“Need lube. I have some in my bag but it’s-”
Peter spots Tony’s duffle bag at the far corner of the lab and activates the web-shooter on his free hand, pulling the bag towards them by the web’s strand until it skids to a stop at their feet.
“God, you’re amazing,” Tony laughs, kissing Peter once more.
They grind together as they make out, with Peter’s hand still moving on Tony’s cock. There’s a bit of rummaging, then thick, slicked up fingers find Peter’s ass, sliding in with delicious ease.
“Oh God, Mr. Stark,” Peter breathes heavily, feeling himself clench and unclench at the intrusion.
Tony hums, fingering him. “You have no idea what you calling me that does to me. Lots of people call me ‘Mr. Stark’, but when you do it…,” Tony crooks his fingers against a spot that makes Peter moan, “it drives me fucking crazy. Makes me think things I’m not supposed to. We’d be in an Avengers meeting and you’d call me that in front of everyone and all I’m thinking is how gorgeous you’d sound calling me that in bed.” Another finger finds its way into Peter’s hole, stretching him out even further.
“Mmm, Mr. Stark…”
“Yeah, like that. Exactly like that.”
Peter grips the back of Tony’s neck, staring straight into the man’s eyes. “Mr. Stark,” he says breathily, loving the way Tony’s pupils visibly dilate at that. “I want you to fuck me.”
An animalistic growl reverberates from deep in Tony’s chest and he slips his fingers out of Peter’s hole, batting the younger man’s hand off his cock so he can direct it right up against Peter’s sloppy wet rim.
Peter gasps his way through that first push, feeling stretched so open then full, so full. His eyes almost roll back with it, the way Tony turns him out so good.
“You alright?” Tony asks, sounding almost as breathless as Peter feels.
“Yeah,” Peter pants, closing his eyes, forehead pressed to Tony’s. He rolls his hips experimentally, seating himself more comfortably on that stretch.
“You take me so well,” Tony murmurs, hands caressing down the younger man’s back to massage the globes of his ass. “Always knew you would.
Overcome with desire, Peter starts bouncing desperately on Tony’s cock, moaning, wanting it closer, deeper, but the older man grips his waist and stills the movements.
“Slow down, baby, let me enjoy this snug little ass.”
Peter lets out a breathless whine. “Please, Mr. Stark, I can’t- let me-”
Tony makes soft shushing noises, spreading Peter’s ass cheeks, grinding himself deeper between them. “Take pity on an old man, baby. Ride me nice and slow.”
“You’re not old,” Peter scowls, but he tries to do as the man says, lifting himself up slowly, feeling that infuriating slick drag Tony’s girth leaves on his sensitive insides before sliding back down.
Riding Tony’s cock is definitely Peter’s number one favourite activity now. He quickly sinks into a nice rhythm, mind growing blissfully fuzzy as his body instinctively takes over like it knows what to do, like it’s always known how to take pleasure from riding Tony Stark’s cock.
Tony grips Peter’s hips and adjusts his angle slightly, so that his cock grinds right up against his prostate with every thrust.
“Feel that? That’s good, right?”
“Yeah,” Peter moans, rolling his hips just there, right there. One hand on Tony’s chest and the other gripping the back of his neck, Peter nuzzles into the older man’s cheek, wanting closeness, wanting to kiss though he’s too breathless to do so.
Tony makes low, grunting, pleased noises. “That’s it. You’re doing great, kid. Just like that.”
Peter can hear the smirk in Tony’s voice and he moves his hips faster, harder, as hungry for his mentor’s approval as he is for the white-hot pleasure he gets from his mentor’s cock buried deep inside him.
Both Tony’s hands are on Peter’s ass, guiding his movements, digging himself deeper each time he pulls Peter down on him. Peter can’t help the small moans and high-pitched whimpers leaving his body, but each sound seems to spur Tony on even more.
“Love the little noises you make with my cock inside you, baby. Like a needy little slut.” Tony grunts at the clench Peter gives him from being called that. “Hmm, You like being a slut, baby? You gotta know the way you look running around in this suit. This thing perks your ass up like you wouldn’t believe. Bet everyone who looks at you has the same dirty thoughts as I do. Bet they all want a piece of this sweet ass,” Tony squeezes his cheeks, slamming inside hard, “get all the way up in you the way I am right now.”
Peter shakes his head with a desperate whine, so horny at the thought that anyone else would find him desirable, but- “I only want you,” he pleads. “Want only you, Mr. Stark. Only ever wanted you. Ever since I-“ he whimpers at a particularly hard thrust. “I had pictures of you. Had my first orgasm thinking of you.”
“Fuck, kid,” Tony throws his head back with a loud groan. “Ruined you long before I even met you, didn’t I?”
“You did,” Peter pants, pulling Tony back so they can kiss as he rides him faster. “God, Mr. Stark, it’s so good. Want this all the time.”
“Maybe I should update the nanosuit’s program, huh?” Tony murmurs between kisses. “Make it retract a nice, accessible hole so I can take you whenever I want.”
“Yeah,” Peter moans, lost in lust, dizzy at the thought of being Tony Stark’s little fucktoy. “Yeah…” He cries out when Tony slips a hand between them to stroke Peter’s aching cock.
“God, you’re such a good boy for me,” Tony growls in his ear and Peter is gone.
“Ohh, Mr. Stark-,” No orgasm Peter’s had before ever felt as good as the one he’s having wrapped around Tony’s cock, the pressure in him intensifying every twitch and clench of his pleasure-wracked hole.
“Oh, fuck-” Tony grunts at the tightness around him, climax finding him quickly. The man looks so handsome when he comes, eyes dark and jaws clenched in pleasure. He grinds Peter on him roughly, spilling inside, shoving his load as deep as it can go.
The tension leaves Tony’s body with a rush of breath and the man slumps with his back against the chair, eyes closed, breathing heavily as he comes down.
“Shit, that was incredible,” Peter sighs, resting his head on Tony’s shoulder. “When can we do that again?” he giggles, the endorphins rushing through his veins makes him feel high and giddy. He pokes Tony’s stomach to get his attention.
Through lidded eyes, Tony watches, transfixed, as Peter uses a finger to scoop up some of the cum seeping out past the older man’s softening cock still buried inside him, then sticks it in his mouth.
“Well?” Peter grins, “Will you say something or just keep staring at me?”
@starkerfestivals SF Summer Bingo Square Fill: Role Reversal
So what if Tony gives a hot businessman a handjob on the subway when the trains are down and the lights go out? He’s always been an exhibitionist at heart.
When he arrives at his new internship at Parker Industries and discovers that businessman from the subway is actually CEO Peter Parker, well...Tony’s always wanted to get pressed up against the glass of an window for all of New York to see - and maybe dreams do come true.
