Vaping Drabble, Starker Incest
Tony smelled the bubblegum before even entering the workshop. The saccharine sweet fumes swirled around his son in lazy circles, casting barely there shadows over his milky skin as he perched on one of the worktables, fiddling with a repulsor.
Peter was a sight in his high waisted shorts, long legs on display as he hummed lightly to the beat of a pop song, clicking his pastel boots together as he tended to do while concentrating. A gorgeous and welcome sight after a day filled with board meetings and interviews, his precious boy all dolled up for him, working on his tech with a fluidity rivaling Tonys.
"Hey daddy! I think I finally found a way to decrease the charging time, why wouldn't you use a gold silver alloy in the first place?" Peter held the repulsor out to his father while bringing the rose gold vape up to his mouth, maintaining eye contact as he wrapped his glossy lips around it and took a long puff.
Tony sighed and rolled up his sleeves, gently taking the piece of tech before sitting down in the chair his son seemed to have neglected for his work bench.
"Haven't had the time to run enough tests on the corrison resistance myself yet, sweetheart." He ran his fingers over the new wires, humming softly in appreciation. His baby was gonna surpass even him one day, and he couldn't even wait.
"However, Peter-" gently setting the repulsor aside, he laced his fingers together and looked up the the boy perched on the bench beside him. "What have I said about smoking?"
Slowly, tantalizingly so, Peter lowered the vape and let a gentle breath of synthetic sweetness drift above their heads before his lips sealed back in a pout.
"But daddyyyyyyyyyy~" he whined. "I'm not actually smoking! And everyone at school are doing it!"
"I don't give a crap what the rest of your class is doing, doll. I raised you better than this."
Expectantly, he held a hand out to his boy. If he couldn't be trusted not to use a vape then he shouldn't have it.
However, he couldn't miss the mischevious glint in Peters eyes as held the little machine further away from him, bringing up a leg. Gently, he pressed the toe of his boot against the crotch of Tonys jeans, before taking another soft puff and blowing the thick smoke in his fathers direction. Even with the smoke obscuring his vision, he could hear Peters smirk in his voice.
Peter knew that he was going to regret this. He knew it as his dad grabbed him by the ankle and pulled him from the bench and onto his lap, knew it as his shorts were yanked down and his pretty lace panties put on display.
Yet somehow, with his hands pulled behind his back and his ass on fire, he couldn't bring himself to care. Each powerful hit rocked him forwards, rubbing his leaking, lace clad cock against his fathers expensive suit pants, the friction just enough to mix some pleasure into the pain.
"You enjoy blatantly disobeying me, baby? Making me show you who's boss?"
Peter keened as his head frenetically bobbed up and down, grinding his hips down as best he could.
Sighing, Tony tangled his free hand in the boys hair and yanked it up as the hardest slap yet was delivered onto the bright red skin of his ass.
"Words, princess, use your words. You're supposed to be my brilliant boy, aren't you?"
Choking back a surprised sob, Peter all but melted as delicous, ferocious pain fried his nerve endings until his body couldn't differentiate between pain and pleasure, only feel.
"Y-yes daddy! I love it when you throw me down and shut me up and-and use me like a good little whore, like you made me for-ah!!"
Growling, Tony pulled the lacy panties aside and pushed two fingers into the puffy hole, delighted to find it already slick and loose for him.
"Yeah? You love it so much that you couldn't even wait for me to give it to you nice and slow, treat you like the princess I know you can be? Your slutty little body needed this?"
Pushing his fingers down to nudge against his baby's prostate, he spanked him again, barely biting back a laugh at the broken moan Peter let out as his hole clenched around his fingers.
"YES!! Yes, I needed you, daddy! Needed you to break me!" He sobbed, pushing back on the fingers as best as he could, grinding them into his prostate.
Chuckling, Tony curled his fingers one last time before pulling them out, giving his bruised backside a condescending pat.
"Break you, sweetheart? Oh honey... " eyes half lidded, he gazed down on his price.
Scrambling to get off of his lap, Peter sank to his knees between his father's parted legs, sitting back on his heels and resting his chin on a strong thigh. He gazed up with hopeful eyes, keeping his hands behind his back like he knew Tony wanted.
Smirking, Tony reached for the discarded vape pen, twirling it between his fingers.
He gave it a critical look, brilliant mind immediately working on mentally picking it apart and improving the hardware.
"Now... if you like this smoke so much, then maybe there's something to it. But sweetheart?"
He pressed a knuckle under his sons chin, lifting it off of his thigh and into the air.
"If you're going to get this, then you're getting it from me. Understand?"
Peter swallowed, adrenaline buzzing under his skin, making him tremble despite the comfortable temperature in the workshop.
"Y-Yes daddy, I understand..."
Raising an eyebrow, Tony tapped his chin once, before bringing the pen up to his own lips.
A whine ripped through his throat as his cock throbbed in the confines of the panties, leaking precum and making him even wetter. Shaking, he opened his mouth, enraptured as he watched his daddy take a big puff on the little pen.
Tony couldnt help but smirk as he held the smoke in his lungs for a few seconds, letting the suspence build up before leaning down to cup his baby's face, gently blowing the smoke into his waiting mouth.
Peter gasped for breath like a dying man, the taste of sugar and fog and Tony finding purchase in his throat and filling up his senses. He felt tears well up in his eyes as he struggled to hold on to it for as long as possible, wanting to keep his daddy's breath inside of him for as long as he could.
Pleased, Tony leaned back in the chair, resting his chin in the palm of his hand.
"You're so beautiful when you cry for me, baby, my perfect little boy."
Carding his fingers through his sons hair, he scratched his scalp softly, before bringing a calloused hand to the nape of his neck.
"Wanna get daddy ready for you, angel?"
Nodding frantically, Peter brought his hands up to undo his fathers belt, sliding it free of the buckle before clasping them behind his back once more. Questioningly, he looked up at Tony, who let out a soft chuckle.
"Yeah, go ahead, sweetheart."
Humming, he leaned forwards and pressed his nose against the straining fabric, breathing in his daddys rich musk before grabbing the head of his zipper with his teeth. Looking up through teary lashes, he slowly pulled it down. Nuzzling his face into teh soft fabric of Tonys boxers, he lapped lazily at the growing erection.
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