Peter worried as his bottom lips in anguish. He had been for a while, couldn’t help it really, not since he had gotten word via Friday that the rogue Avengers were going to be back tomorrow, which mean that Steve would be back, and he and Tony would most likely go back to be their normal selves: flirty and oblivious to each other’s crush on one another.
Peter had spent the better half of four hours sitting on Tony’s bed, waiting for him to return home. His lip was pulled between his teeth. It was raw and most likely bleeding. His head was running with thoughts, but all of that went out the window when he heard the ding of the elevator and Tony making his way to his room. His footsteps becoming louder with each step that he took toward the room.
And then he was standing in the doorway looking at Peter, sitting on his knees on the bed, looking distressed. But it was gone in a flash before Tony could ask him what was wrong. It was replaced by a look of determination.
He stood to his feet and pulled Tony close. “I missed you,” he said, placing a light kiss at the edge of the arc reactor.
Tony hugged Peter back. “What’s wrong, baby boy?”
Peter shook his head, tightening his hold on Tony. “Nothing.”
“Well, something is wrong? I can tell by the look on your face. You look like you’ve been crying. Have you?”
Tony cradled Peter’s face in his hands and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. “Will you tell me why, so that I can make it better?”
“I just want you, Tony,” said Peter, rubbing his hands over Tony’s chest and then started to slowly inch his hands toward the buttons of his button-up shirt, and started to unbutton the first few. Which he had done with success before Tony was grabbing his hands in his and putting them down to his sides.
“I want you too. But you’re sad and I don’t want to feel like I’m taking advantage of you.”
“I’m fine with that. You can take advantage of me, Tony. I want to ride you.”
Tony sucked in a deep breath of air. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Pete.”
Peter’s lips jutted out in a mock pout.
Tony pulled him to sit at the end of the bed. But Peter didn’t want to sit next to him. He sat in his lap, hiding his face in the crook of his neck. “I love you,” he said.
“I love you, too,” replied Tony. “But what’s got you so clingy, tonight?”
Peter whimpered. He didn’t know why that question got to him, but it cut deep. He wasn’t normally clingy, but tonight he was, and it was for good reason. With Steve coming back it was just something that crept up on him. He knew that Steve would try and take up as much of Tony’s time as he could.
“You’re going to neglect me when the Avengers come back tomorrow. They won’t be hiding anymore, Steve’ll take up all your time and you won’t want to spend time with me anymore. So you might as well just break up with me right now.”
“Hey,” said Tony. “I won’t do that. I promise. If anything, I’m still angry with Steve and I don’t think that our relationship will ever be repaired from the damage that it has endured. I love you, Peter. And nothing is going to change that.”
“You say that now, but things change, Tony. I’m just a kid. And you’ll realize that soon, and leave me for someone older, like Steve or Doctor Strange.”
There was a long moment of silence. Then: “Forget it,” said Peter. “I’m just being a whiny bitch. I’m going to Aunt May’s for the night.”
He pushed himself to his feet, turning to leave but before he could, Tony’s hand wrapped around his upper arm and pulling him back in his lap. “No,” he said, his voice nothing but a whisper. “Why can’t you realize how much I love and care for you. You’re mine, Peter, and that’s not changing anytime soon.”
He emphasized his words with a nip at Peter’s ear.
Peter moaned. Tony’s words were a relief to his ears. He wished that he wasn’t being so clingy and whiny, but he couldn’t help it. He needed Tony and he needed all of him. And he said as much, pulling the man close, coaxing him into a heated kiss that resulted in the loss of their clothes.
Tony nipped and sucked at Peter’s neck as he fingered loose his hole, preparing him for his cock.
“I want to ride you,” gasped Peter.
Tony groaned. Peter’s words had caused an image to flash in his mind and stay there. It turned him on, even more, picturing Peter riding his cock. He could have come from just the thought, but then the moment would be ruined, and he wanted to take care of his boy.
He scooped Peter up in his arms and crawled toward the top of the bed. He laid on his back and made a move for Peter to crawl on top of him. “Come on, Pete. Let’s see what you got baby.”
Peter smirked, and in two swift flicks of his wrists, he had Tony’s hands webbed at the top of his head.
A look of confusion flashed across Tony’s face, but then it was gone, replaced with a look of desire. “I didn’t think you liked it like that, Petey.”
Peter nodded, biting his bottom lip. He didn’t say anything as he took Tony’s member in his hand and lined it with his entrance. He didn’t need prep. He’d been prepped for hours because he knew that he wanted Tony to fuck him as soon as he got home.
He let out a low shuddering breath of air as he sunk down on Tony’s cock. The pace that he was going at was torturous to Tony. His eyes rolled to the back of his head with how teasing the pace was. His cock was practically pulsing inside of Peter’s hole. It was almost throbbing from how hard he was.
“Mmm,” he moaned. “You feel so great, baby boy. So tight around my cock, I just want to wreck.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, daddy?” he emphasized his words with a jerk of his hips, which caused Tony to groan. But it was more from Peter calling him “daddy” than it was the small bit of friction that Peter had allowed.
Tony nodded his head rapidly in a jerking manner. “Yes,” he groaned. “I would like that very much.”
His words were strained, because, at the time that he had decided to speak, Peter had decided that it would be the best time to start rocking his hips back and forth. It went on for a few minutes, and as a result, Tony tried to free his hands from the webbing that held them captive to the headboard. And gradually Peter’s rocking became more. He pushed himself off of Tony’s cock to the tip and then plunged him back down on it in a steady rhythm.
Tony tried to stifle a moan, but he couldn’t. Peter’s tight walls around his cock was like heaven. He never thought that Peter being so dominant would turn him on so much, but it did, and he wanted more of it. He needed it with a passion of a thousand suns.
Peter’s pace grew faster after a few minutes, his face twisting into one of intense arousal and Tony knew that he was about to come, and he wasn’t too far behind him. Peter’s hand wrapped tightly around his cock and he thrust a few times, his pace sputtering and growing sloppy and with a few quick jerks of his hips, and a loud moan of Tony’s name, he painted Tony’s stomach in strings of white. And he filled Peter’s hole with his own slick.
Peter had a dazed look in his eyes. He looked down at Tony and swooped down, kissing him softly.
“Shower?” asked Peter, his eyebrows furrowed and a small smiled graced his lips.
Tony nodded slowly. “Sure,” he said. “But I’m warning you. There might be a round two in your future.”
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