Tony loves to watch peter sleep, the way his head slumps against the sofa’s pillows after a long movie night, or how his head hangs above his workbench before jerking up to keeps himself awake while working in the lab.
At night tony will card his hands through peter’s dark curls as the boy unconsciously nuzzles against his chest in sleep, and tony can’t help but think about how beautiful his boy is because if that wasn’t the most adorable thing then he didn’t know what was.
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Yet despite that beauty one thing trumped it all, because when it snowed and the paths grow icy and the cold winds grew bitter peter’s enhancements made the boy fall into a hibernation of sorts.
not permanently or excessively long, but it was often and deep, allowing for tony to take the boy every time he would begin to nod off, because by the time he’d wake he wouldn’t remember a thing.
and oh didn’t tony love the way his sleepy boy would be so good for him, so malleable and sweet, quietly moaning into pillows as tony spread him out, taking and taking until there was nothing left to give, and peter would wake unknowing of the debauchery that had taken place, feeling tired and hazy yet assuming that soreness was just a side effect of his mutation struggling to cope in the cold.
Yet all of this made him tireder, and even easier for tony to take.
