TSOStarker week #4: Jacuzzi sex + rain
The house was quiet, and the only thing that was making a sound, was the hot tub.
Tony was already inside, the bubbles wetting his skin, his head throw back and his hands resting at each side. His eyes were closed as he waited for Peter to go outside, a little drizzle falling. The night was perfect.
Peter was standing in the dark, inside the house still, turning off the lights that Tony told him to turn off. There’s no need to keep them on, he had said. Peter knew that he wanted him just for himself. Peter knew he needed some quiet, some peace, some Peter.
He walked outside slowly, the drizzle falling annoyingly inside his eyes, but rubbing it fast for the sake to get where Tony was soon, and as Peter removed the towel from his body, to reveal a naked torso and a swimsuit, the man remained still, with his eyes closed.
The water made a sound when Peter stepped in, and at that, Tony finally opened his eyes, glancing hungrily at the boy, that shyly settled inside.
The man looked at the watch that was hanging lazily on his wrist, turning his head so he wouldn’t have to move his hands. It was almost midnight.
“Come closer, kid” he let out, his head back at where the other human was, who’s eyes were wandering all over, trying desperately to find something to set his eyes on rather than Tony. But it was too dark.
The drizzle became a little stronger, slowly turning into rain. But they were already wet, so it didn’t really matter.
Peter obeyed the man’s command and ‘walked’ slowly there, not lifting his body from the hot water so he wouldn’t get cold. And still, as close as he was, he wasn’t in Tony’s personal space. So it wasn’t enough for Tony.
“Closer” he demanded once again, making the kid’s heart jump. This time, the command was much more strict, and inmmidiate. Peter obeyed again, and just like that, he was sitting right next to Tony.
Peter bit his lip and looked down, not daring to place his eyes on the man that had just wrapped his arm around him. His breaths became almost erratic, and he knew that if he wasn’t on water, he’d be sweating.
“Don’t be nervous” spoke the man again, as if he could help at all. “I’m not going to hurt you”
The boy smiled at that, still looking down, his head feeling light, and his limbs a little numb for the constant preassure of the motors.
The rain stopped a bit, and Tony couldn’t stand having his hair half wet, half dry, so in a motion, he unwrapped his arm from Peter and sank, reappearing again between Peter’s half spread legs with his eyes open, his hair now completely wet, and a drop of water falling off his lip.
Even if he tried, Peter couldn’t stop shaking, and he knew Tony knew it wasn’t because he was cold. His eyes were now fixated on Tony’s, finding no place to escape. It’s not like he wanted to, either.
He swallowed thickly as one of Tony’s hand rested on his thigh, the bubbles making it impossible for him to see what was going on down there. He swallowed again, followed by him closing his eyes when Tony’s face was only inches apart.
The man’s hand traveled up to his naked torso, and Peter yanked back slightly, a whimper leaving his mouth as the sensitive skin was being grabbed by firm, calloused hands.
It was almost ridicolous the lack of words in Peter’s head. He wanted to tell Tony to do whatever he wanted with him, because he knew his body was giving different signals. But Tony knew. Tony knew because they had been trying to do this for months now.
Peter’s thoughts got lost when Tony got close, the drop still hanging from his lips. The need was too urgent not to listen to it, and so, he moved his head forward a little, kissing those lips and taking the drop inside his own mouth, tasting just how hot it was.
Apparently, that hand’t been enough, because Tony’s eyes became darker in the thin, purple light that was coming from the bottom of the hot tub, and there was just a moment where Peter thought he was going to be eaten alive.
The man’s tongue licked dangerously at his own bottom lip, this time giving Peter little to no time to say anything even if he wanted to, and finally, collapsed their lips, taking the boy’s breath with him, and parting them almost immediately to taste Peter’s delicious tongue.
Peter could hear his heart in his ears, but the firm sensation of rough lips pressing against his was enough to make his pulse calm down a little bit.
Tony slowly moved closer and closer, spreading Peter’s legs further apart, and the hand that was previously on Peter’s side, landed on Peter’s hand, taking it and bringing it to his neck, showing him that he wanted him to wrap them around him.
Slowly, Peter did, opening his mouth more, letting more of Tony come in. There were no need of words. They both knew how to communicate.
A faint moan escaped Peter’s lips when Tony’s hand went further down, and grabbed Peter’s ass, wrapping his legs also on Tony’s body, moving them slowly so one of the motors was sending bubbles and hot water inside of Peter.
Peter stopped kissing Tony and moaned, his eyes still closed as he threw his head backwards. Fuck. It felt oddly amazing.
“Tony, I-” he started, but Tony silenced him, and his mouth went straight to Peter’s neck, biting and kissing slowly, softly, wanting for Peter to enjoy what was going on rather than overthink it, which he knew he would.
Sounds and more sounds were leaving Peter’s body, as he tilted his head to the side to give Tony more access. He wanted it. He wanted it now. But he was too nervous to say anything.
His hands were grasping lightly at Tony’s hair, pulling when a new sensation hit his body, and suddenly, he knew that if he didn’t pull aside from that motor, he was going to come.
He patted Tony’s back three times, and that was enough for Tony to finish sucking marks into his lover’s body, and move them to a part of the hot tub that didn’t have motors.
“You okay?” he asked, voice rough and demanding still, but clearly with a hint of worry.
Peter nodded. He still had no words, but he unwrapped one of his hands from Tony’s neck and ran it through his hair, stabilizing, coming back to reality, as Tony held him close.
Peter wasn’t going to lie to Tony. He was impossibly harder, and he needed release, but he wanted it by Tony’s hands, or dick, or whatever. Not water.
The poor boy was still shaking, but he was confident that he could make it.
“Can we... uh, do it?” he said, whispering. His voice barely higher than the bubbles. His hand traveled down to his own clotheted cock and stroked it lightly. He was painfully turned on.
“Whatever you want, baby” muttered Tony and slowly tugged Peter’s swim suit down, revealing his beautiful cocklet, at which Peter gasped, the hot water making him feel even more turned on.
Suddenly, the rain that had stopped started again, hitting them both right in the face, the cold contrasting with the water. Peter gasped again. “Please” he said.
Tony pressed their lips together again and quickly tugged down his own swimsuit, throwing it to the grass next to Peter’s. They were both naked now, but one of them far more consious about it than the other.
“Water is not lube” Tony said, pressing their foreheads together.
Peter blushed immediately, and he took one of Tony’s fingers, bringing it down to his hole, and sliding inside easily. Tony raised an eyebrow and smirked. “You prepared yourself”
It wasn’t exactly a question, but Peter nodded, the red in his cheeks spreading further down his neck, where purple and pink marks contrasted wildly with Peter’s white skin tone.
Tony didn’t wait any longer, and taking Peter by the arms, pulling him closer, he managed somehow to line up with him.
Peter gasped again as Tony pressed the head inside, trying to be as gentle as possible while his own desires were yelling at him to fuck Peter so hard, the kid could barely manage to get out of the hot tub once they were done, and Tony had to carry him to his bed.
“You okay” let out Tony, and once again, it wasn’t a question, but Peter nodded anyway, biting his lip slowly and moving his neck a certain way to try and get Tony to kiss him.
Tony let out a breath and pushed in again, a little harder this time, getting inside almost completely, Peter’s face giving out how turned on he was.
“More, Tony, please” the boy said, his lip trapped between his teeth, his eyes rolling back as Tony listened to him and got inside completely.
Tony knew the boy was not going to be able to keep up with the kissing as he fucked into him, so he landed at his neck once again, biting and licking this time, soothing the marks with his tongue as he pushed deeper inside Peter.
Peter let out a harsh moan, one that ripped through his throat as he spread his loegs wider, no longer wrapped in Tony’s torso, needing for the man to reach further, and touch that sweet spot that had brushed with the head of his cock the first moment.
“You’re so tight, baby” whispered Tony, as he managed to pull out and thrust inside once again, making Peter shiver as he felt finally so damn complete. “Common, baby, say my name”
Peter barely could speak, but he would’ve gotten to the end of earth for Tony, so he slowly repeated again: “Tony” in a voice that let out he was getting desperate.
Tony thrusted forward, hard and fast, now fucking into Peter in rapid, short moves, feeling himself get desperate in the need of more. More. More of Peter.
“T-Tony, please, please, I need more, more, please”
It was almost a cry for help, but with a very different connotation, especially considering he was pushing back onto Tony’s cock, that was already leaking precum, but Peter couldn’t feel it because of the water.
The rain was heavy on their heads, but it made the thrusting and rhythm of their bodies easier, even if Peter had to close his eyes not to get water inside them because of how hard the rain was on his face.
And suddenly, Tony’s hand that had been gripping Peter’s hip to keep him in place (which wasn’t easy because the water was constantly moving them), wrapped in Peter’s little cock, and stroke hard in time with his thrusts.
Tony was close, yes, but he refused to come first, so he took advantage of his control position and started to fuck him harder, faster, biting at his neck and stroking his throbbing cock with one hand, crossing his thumb over the tip, which, by the way, was making Tony crazy.
“Tony, I- I think I...” Peter moaned, unable to say the rest out of pure embarrassment. He hated being this vulnerable but he also felt so damn good.
“Let go, then” snarled Tony, his lips now moving to Peter’s ears and biting down on his earlobe. “Let go so I can overstimulate you”
That seemed to do the trick for the boy, who came inside of Tony’s hand. White streaks of come floating away with the water, as Peter’s head was thrown back, his back arching, the rain falling insistently, and his body shaking convusively.
Following his lover soon after, Tony was coming inside of Peter, his moans and groans muffled by the very, very marked skin that was Peter’s neck.
Tony had to wait a minute before pulling out, and when he did, Peter practically fell into the water, too tired to do anything with himself. But Tony caught him in his hands and pulled him closer, his finger wandering around the marmol until he found the button that supressed the motors, finally.
“Peter, come back to earth” let out Tony as he patted Peter’s cheek until he opened his eyes again lazily and smiled, nodding. “You enjoyed that”
Peter scoffed a little. “Yeah, it was awesome” he muttered and moved his arms around, playing with the water, his dick floating softly above the water, soft.
Tony stayed there, watching the little boy play with the water, his hands tracing his sides again, not trying to start anything especifically, just wanting to be physically in touch.
They stayed for long, until Peter did fall asleep, and as promised, Tony carried him to the room, drying him up and cuddling him all night long.
It was good.
Everything was good.
