A concept: Steve, with super soldier sensitive nose, finds women smell a lot better than men. Not that men smell bad, just⊠women seem to use more subtle floral or fruity smelling things. Menâs stuff is always spicy in some way. The first time he went to buy himself soap and he swiveled down the menâs aisle he was nearly knocked off his feet by the smell. (He has JARVIS order his soap now.) The womenâs aisle is cloying but not bad.
So he canât understand why Tony always smells so good.
It drives him absolutely bananas. When theyâre in the decontamination showers, Tony still smells good, even with the plain soaps everyone has to use. Sometimes Bruce has to use his shower but he never smells the same as Tony. Steveâs even gone so far as to sneak into Tonyâs bathroom (and then been shocked by the sheer amount of product that exists in Tonyâs shower) and try and sniff out what exactly it is, but he canât find it. He figures itâs just something thatâs specifically Tony.
And then he sees Tony rubbing something creamy onto his bruised arm after a battle. The only reason he doesnât tackle Tony to the ground is because he saw him get thrown into a building and heâs probably sore. âWHATâS THAT!â he bellows without meaning to, making every Avenger except for Bruce jump, and thatâs only because Bruce is passed out across Thorâs lap. Tony stares at him in terror before cautiously answering, âA bruise cream?â He makes a startled, squeaky noise as Steve lunges at him, pressing his nose to his skin. There. Thatâs the smell. âWhatâs in it,â he hisses like some sort of goblin. ââŠAloe and arnica?â Tony squeaks. âIt smells good,â Steve tells him with perhaps more aggression than he means to again. ââŠThank you,â Tony says after a minute, at a loss for literally any other words.
đ Peter getting extremely cold at night and tugging slightly at Tonyâs pijama shirt, looking at him with big, tired eyes, making Tony stand up and go look for another blanket, only coming back to tug Peter in and hold him until heâs asleep again.Â
đ Tony realizing Peter isnât eating and bringing his chair close to him so he can feed him. âOpen your mouth, little babyâ, and Peter pouting but obeying his daddy because he knows that Tony knows whatâs best for him.Â
đ Peter having a bad day and Tony taking him to the shower, stripping him while peppering his face with kisses and slowly getting him under the hot water, later on rubbing his body carefully with soap and whispering beautiful nothings to his ear.Â
đ Tony and Peter getting into a fight and Peter regressing in the middle of it, tears streaming down his face as Tony says something thatâs just enough. Tony hugging him immediately and asking:Â âare you feeling little?â and Peter nodding, practically sobbing on his daddyâs sweater. Tony holding him for the rest of the night.Â
đ Spoiling. Lots of spoiling. His baby wants a baby bottle? Done. Little clothes? Done. He could ask the moon from Tony and Tony would make sure someone got it to him. Peter kissing his daddy every night and nuzzling close to him, feeling extremely protected.Â
+1 where Peter spoils Tony too, with long, passionate makeout sessions.Â
(thank you @luvbugparker for the help)
nsfw ddlb (daddy dom/little boy)
đ Tony yanking Peterâs hair down as he pounds into him, forcing the enciting word out of his loverâs throat once again. Peter moaning so loud the neighbors are calling the cops. Specially after Peter comes with the word:Â âdaddyâ rolling off of his lips.Â
đ Peter disobeying Tony and masturbating while alone. Tony having Jarvis show him all the videos from around the house and getting home extremely pissed, pushing Peter against a wall and sucking a hickey on his neck so big that Peter now has to remember that heâs only for Tonyâs touch.Â
đ Punishment. No coming. Always getting to the edge, Tony jerking Peter off with his hands, his mouth, his thighs, hell, even his armor, and leaving him on edge every time, making Peter yell and scream for his daddy to come take care of him once and for all.Â
đ Some random ass dude touching Peter a little too much at the bar and Tony snapping, breaking the guyâs jaw and taking Peter to the bathroom where he shows him who he really belongs to. Peter doesnât have time to complain that it wasnât his fault because heâs rolling back his eyes with pleasure.Â
đ Peter being a little shit and teasing Tony way too much. Popsticle, leaning in too much, sucking on things or even his own thumb, and Tony having fucking enough when he wakes up one day with Peter already working in the lab, shirtless and with dirt all over his torso, and Tony spreading his legs so much he rips the pants, finally taking a look at that beautiful, slutty hole (because of course Peterâs not wearing underwear).Â
+1 with Peter being bent over a table and screaming at the top of his lungs when Tonyâs massive, thick cock reaches his prostate, making him feel streaks of pleasure all over, as Tonyâs precum falls down his thigh.Â
(please be gentle, i have never written cglre before)
ps: i have been informed that it was daddy kink and not ddlb im so sorry im literally so stupid
what about stray omega puppy hybrid Peter and Tony finds him cold in an alley?
he just bundles the naked puppy up in his suit jacket and runs inside the car with him
Peter doesn't do much more than cry at first, but once Tony gets him in the bath he gets pliant and talkative
*insert medkink at the vet here*
the first time he realizes how smart Peter is, was when he left the puppy to play with some toys in a corner of his workshop. Peter had escaped the little pen and had even managed to fix the calculations he was trying to do for the iron man suit
peter's used to being naked and has a tantrum whenever Tony tries to put clothes on him.
but when he had to take his collar off at the vet, he'd reacted so badly that Stephen/bruce just put it right back on
Younger/older au where peter has a crush and wet dream on his aunt may's best friend, toni (female tony). His dream comes true when she entered to see him masterbating
Toni and Aunt May had been friends since Peter was about twelve. They became neighbors when after Uncle Ben died May sued the hospital that had treated him for malpractice. Ben had suffered due to the immoral experiments they had preformed on him due to his rare type of brain cancer. May had been inconsolable when she had found out about it and even after the lawsuit was over and they had won tons of money she was still inconsolable. That was until they moved in next door to Toni Stark.
Toni Stark is a breath taking woman with a short black bob and dark brown eyes. That coupled with her perfect tan skin an intelligence was enough to have Peter smitten with here before the age of thirteen. So when Toni and May became closer Peters crush on the woman only got bigger and bigger. Toni started being invited to all of Peter and Mays events. The zoo? Count Toni in. A movie? For sure, and whenever she came she would always ruffle Peters hair and give him the biggest hug.
âHi Ms.Stark!â Peter would always exclaim excitedly when he saw her, and she would always greet him back with a, âHey kiddo!â Before putting him in a bone crushing embrace. She never thought much about the tight hugs her and Peter would exchange, but Peter always took the opportunity to press his body as close as he could to her. He would press his face into her chest and hug back as tight as he could just so he could feel close to her, and as time went on his thoughts about Toni only got dirtier and dirtier.
This all came to a head when Toni came over for dinner one night a few months after Peter had turned 19. It was his welcome home dinner from college after a year of staying on campus and refusing the gifts May and Toni had tried to send to him.
âHey May, hey kiddo! Sorry Iâm a little late, board meeting ran way over,â she continued to rush through hasty apologies but all Peter could focus on was what she was wearing. A tight blazer over her low cut blouse and a truly indecent length pencil skirt had Peter rock hard in seconds.
âHi Ms.Stark,â he barley squeaked out with his face flushing link. She turns and gives him one of her usual half smirk half smiles before sitting down at the table. Peter immediatelyïżŒ jumps up and manages to get out a quick, âBathroom!â before darting down the hall.
Once he makes it to the bathroom he doesnât even bother locking the door before reaching into his pants and pulling out his dick. He starts to rub it up and down letting out small groans and puff of air as he thinks about Toni. He thinks about her wrapping her hand around him and brining him off. He can imagine her voice as she would say, âYouâre doinâ so good for me kid.â
âToniâŠâ he moans out quietlyïżŒ, but then be freezes when he hears a small laugh behind him.
âOh please,â She starts looking Peter in the eye, â Donât stop on my account.â
Peters hand starts moving again and Tonis eyes drop down to watch. Peter looks up at her pleading before he lets out a small, âpleaseâ
Just as soon as the word falls from his mouth Toni is making her way over to him with a dark hunger in her eyes.
âPlease what, kid?â She asks with a glint of hilarity in her eye just covering up the underlying desire.
âPlease let me fuck you,â Peter says quietly letting out a whimper at the end. Toni smiles before sliding onto the sink counter and letting her legs fall open. Peter almost out right moans at the sight of her red lacy thong.
âAh ah ah, Pete,â she says leaning close to his ear, âWouldnât want your aunt leaving her phone call early to come check on us.â.
Peter nods while biting his lip. He slowly moves Tonis underwear to the side and slides a finger inside of her. She is already wet. He looks up into her eyes for permission and she nods him on. He lines up and slides into her slowly and almost hisses at how wet she is. Her nails drag down his back as he bottoms out and she lets out a quiet puff of air.
At this moment Peter knows that his and Tonis relationship would be changed forever.
No not kind of a good boy. He was just sweet and pure and always telling the truth. Kinda problematic for what they were doing.
Peter and Tony were working on a truth serum that Fury asked for and they finally made it. They had managed to synthesize the substance and determine that the substance was not toxic. At least not toxic in itself. The substance itself, according to Friday, also had the potential to have stimulant properties and should act similar to alcohol.
With alcohol, Tony was immediately on board, but Friday expressed reservations because of his age. Tony had then demonstratively gotten drunk and danced through the laboratory. His AI had struck a nerve; yes, he was getting old.
Peter had offered, of course, and Tony's first reaction was a strong no. He couldn't give the kid alcohol after all, or possibly anything else. But Peter was 19, he wasn't quite the little penniless boy from Queens anymore. He was a superhero. A very fit good looking MIT student. Tony liked to tell him not to do things (maybe even tell him what to do), but that was no longer his place.
So it came to pass that on a rainy Tuesday afternoon, Peter Parker was sitting in the lab, torso free, hooked up to electrodes (for his body readings and a lie detector) and geezing the liquid like a vodka shot.
They started with the standard questions. Name , birthplace, height. They mainly wanted to test whether the synthesized substance would compel them to tell the truth without being able to control it, or whether they 'only' told it when they wanted to tell a lie.
The problem was simple and predictable. Peter was too good. He obviously always told the truth as it was and wrote that he had no inhibitions about telling the truth. He was too good a boy.
Neither his favorite artist (Taylor Swift) nor his favorite movie (the Notebook) seemed to embarrass him, so he didn't even try to give a wrong answer.
It was clear to Tony, it was also clear to Peter, that he had to ask something Peter normally wouldn't answer or even lie about.
He sat on a chair opposite the boy and stroked his hair.
"okay," Tony began carefully, "why don't you tell me your biggest kink?"
Tony was about to bang his head violently against the table that moment when he saw Peter's look. He knew it was a terrible idea. Peter's eyes widened and his head turned red.
Peter did not want to answer. Not in front of Tony, not in front of anyone in general, but especially not in front of Tony. But the tingling in his mouth slowly became painful until the words just spilled out of him.
"I like it very much when someone dominates me," was the first sentence that sent Peter Parker reeling. Peter slapped a hand over his mouth, but his body just seemed to say the words louder. His heart and brain rate were going crazy.
"Not that anyone has ever done it before, but that's one of the biggest turn ons when I masturbate. The idea of someone tying me up and me just not having any chores or responsibilities anymore. Especially older men turn me on extremely. Just knowing they could tie me up and do anything they wanted to me. I'm turned on by everything they could do, but the main thing is overstimulation. I always flinch away from myself, but someone who won't let me escape while he plays with my pathetic cock. besides, I find it very hot -"
Peter had somehow tried to silence himself but couldn't. At least they had found out that the serum made you talk whether you wanted it to or not. If the interviewee was tied up, they now had surefire ways of getting their answers. (Parker, why are you thinking about how people are tied up now??). When Peter realised he couldn't make himself shut up, he stood up. He accidentally ripped all the electrodes off his body and knocked over what was probably a very expensive device but he didn't care.
He fled. What else could he do. He ran out of the lab and didn't stop running until he was in his room.
He had at least one new worst moment in his life. Not only had he just come out to Tony fucking Stark, no he had told him what fantasies he had about him exactly. It was a wonder he had only said older men and not Tony's name.
Woah. Fuck.
He could just never go back. Never again.
And he was turned on by the whole situation too. He really hated his life.
But he never expected what Tony Stark would do, in his confused mind, to make it up to him.
DHJXBYHYBDJDJ YES PLS THIS IS FANTASTIC JXNXNKX IM JUST GETTING TO MY CLASS AND THIS ALREADY MADE MY WHOLE DAY BETTER XJXKXNKX THE LIL HORNY BABBLE I- đ„Žđ„Žđ„Žđ„Žđ„Žđđđ perfeeeect haaaa
What about Peter is really unhappy on his marriage to Quentin beck for two until he falls for his boss, tony
So I tweaked this one a little bit, Peter and Quentin aren't married but they are in an unhappy relationship, enjoy :)
Peter shakes his head, flipping his messy fringe to one side as the unkempt strands fall in front of his eyes, huffing in frustration as the elevator doors finally open with a quiet ding.
He rushes out of the lift, his palm burning where it's curled around his coffee, a stack of files gripped precariously in his other hand as he glances down at his watch, groaning loudly as the time registers in his still sleep heavy brain.
"Fuck", Peter exclaims frantically as he races around a corner, an undignified squeak escaping him as he collides roughly with a firm chest, his carefully organised files flying out of his grip "no-" he exclaims, watching as they spread across the floor messily. A horrified gasp escaping him as he tumbles backwards, a strong arm wrapping around his waist, the sudden slowing of his descent causing him to reach out instinctively, his eyes widening as his scalding coffee splatters against a crisp white shirt.
Peters wide, mortified eyes snap up as a sharp, pained hiss sounds above him, his cheeks flushing with mortification as he peers up into the eyes of his boss, Tony Stark.
Tony looks down at the young man clinging to his chest, "name?" Tony grumbles impatiently, staring pointedly at the man's dainty hands fisted tightly into his shirt.
Peter blinks up at Tony dumbly, his boss quirking an eyebrow, "P-Peter, Peter Parker sir" he manages to stutter out, abruptly releasing his hold on the man's shirt, ducking his head shyly, biting back a groan as his gaze falls to the paperwork scattered across the spotless tiles.
Deciding he has no dignity left to lose, Peter drops to his knees at Tony's feet, hurriedly reaching for his ruined files, mentally cursing the number of hours he's going to have to spend reorganising these files.
Tony clears his throat, guiltily tearing his gaze from the delicate curve of Peter's waist as he reaches for his fallen files, his ruined shirt clinging to his torso uncomfortably. "Well, Mr Parker, you happen to be exactly who I was looking for", Tony rumbles, his suit jacket straining as he crosses his arms over his chest.
Peter jerks upright, staring up at his boss slack-jawed, Tony valiantly ignoring the enticing sight laid out in front of him as Peter's honey brown doe eyes stare up at him. "M-me?" Peter croaks, idly shuffling his files into some semblance of order as he swallows nervously.
Tony rolls his eyes, huffing to himself quietly, "yes, you, Mr Parker", he bites out sharply, glancing at his watch impatiently. "I'm a busy man", he huffs, gesturing for Peter to stand, the younger man flushing vibrantly as he scrambles to his feet.
"S-sorry, sir", Peter mumbles, stumbling slightly as he gets to his feet, hastily tucking his messy files under his arm as he meets Tony's stony gaze.
Tony shakes his head, rolling his eyes long-sufferingly, "walk with me", he orders sharply, his smart shoes clicking against the tiled flooring, the kid hastily falling into step behind him, his beaten up converse squeaking as he struggles to keep up with Tony's unforgiving pace.
"I'm so sorry, Mr Stark, sir", Peter rushes out, his pale cheeks flushing a vibrant pink as he trails hurriedly behind his boss, embarrassment curling in his stomach.
"Stop apologising", Tony grumbles, sparing the younger man a brief glance over his shoulder, his brown eyes hard as they meet Peters wide, startled doe eyes.
Peter exhales shakily, "y-yes of course, Mr Stark", he breathes out, clenching his files in a nervous, white-knuckled grip as Tony leads them to the floor that houses his private office.
Peter shuffles awkwardly at Tony's side, remaining carefully silent; the elevators enclosed space rife with tension, the machines mechanical whirring the only sound breaking up the oppressive silence. Tony stands rigid, his broad shoulders stiff, his expensive tailored suit hugging his impressive frame. Peter casts surreptitious glances at his boss, his mouth unusually dry as his gaze rakes over the hard planes of Tony's torso where his stained white shirt sticks to his toned stomach.
Tony breezes out of the lift, not bothering to spare the intern a glance as he strides confidently towards his office, suppressing a groan as he hears the younger man scramble after him. He pushes open the glass door leading to his office, "after you, Mr Parker," he offers courteously as he holds the door open, gesturing for Peter to enter, the younger man ducking his head shyly as he hurries into the office.
Peter shuffles on the balls of his feet awkwardly, his gaze downcast as he nervously picks at a loose thread on the sleeve of his threadbare sweater as Tony slings his suit jacket over the back of his chair.
"Have a seat Mr Parker", Tony sighs, slumping into his chair, watching as the intern perches himself on the edge of the chair on the other side of his desk, finally raising his gaze to meet Tony's.
Tony relaxes back in his seat, flipping his collar up as he tugs his tie loose, letting it hang open around his neck as he flicks his top button open with ease.
Peter averts his eyes with a quiet squeak as Tony unbuttons his shirt with deft fingers, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallows thickly, his boss letting his stained shirt hang open, exposing his toned torso.
Tony chuckles quietly, sliding his bottom drawer open as he watches Peter drum his finger against his thigh nervously. He yanks a fresh shirt from the drawer, shrugging the pale blue shirt on, huffing as he searches for a complementary tie. "Which one?" Tony grumbles, a brow raised questioningly in the younger man's direction.
Peter turns to face his boss, his cheeks heating as Tony sits in a lazy sprawl, his fresh, pale blue shirt hanging open as he holds up two pastel coloured ties. Peter's breath catches in his throat as he forces himself to avoid looking at the older man's impressive torso, resolutely focusing on the two ties.
Peter eyes the garments critically, humming thoughtfully as he inspects them, cocking his head as he compares the colours to Tony's shirt and slightly tanned complexion. "The peach compliments your complexion better", he starts, allowing his gaze to rove over his bosses face as he eyes the peach-toned tie. "But, the lilac would look better with that shirt", he finally decides, his gaze settling on the soft lilac coloured tie before flicking back to Tony's pale blue shirt with a stiff nod.
Tony stares at the younger man, begrudgingly impressed by the intern's insightful opinion, "sharp eye kid", he praises, Peter ducking his head shyly as his cheeks flush, Tony's lips quirk up into the hint of a smile as he fastens the shirt with ease.
"Onto the matter at hand", Tony exclaims, yanking a thick file from his top drawer as he loops his fresh tie around his neck. The older man flips the heavy file open, the soft slap of it hitting the table echoing through the spacious office. "Right then, Peter Benjamin Parker," Tony starts, quirking a brow as he raises his gaze to meet Peters, the younger man flushing as he ducks his head shyly. "You graduated from MIT at sixteen, joined Stark Enterprises as an intern in the R&D department fresh out of MIT four years ago", Tony recites, peering down at the file as he loops his tie into an intricate knot pulling it tight around his throat.
Tony flips his collar down, lacing his fingers together as he rests his elbows against the desk, "that's a pretty impressive resume, Mr Parker", he intones, tapping his chin thoughtfully as he eyes the younger man critically.
Peter shifts nervously under his bosses scrutiny, his fingers smoothing over his rumpled files where they rest atop his thighs. "I - uh y-yeah", he stutters out, forcing himself to hold Tony's intense gaze, struggling not to shrink under the older man's intoxicating brown eyes.
"Are you happy where you are?" Tony inquires, his eyes scanning over the kid's file as he idly flicks through the pages, memorising the information.
Peter's brows furrow in confusion, his pouty lips pursed in a slight frown, Tony reluctantly finding the expression endearing when paired with the kid's delicate features and Bambi's eyes. "yeah - yes I'm happy sir" Peter chirps obligingly, his tone full of conviction as he answers.
Tony slumps back in his chair, humming thoughtfully, "I'd like you to work with me on an upcoming project, Mr Parker", Tony propositions, his legs stretching in a lazy sprawl, folding his hands in his lap.
Peter's eyes widen comically as they snap up to meet Tony's, his plump lips parting on a startled breath "m-me?" he croaks dumbly. Tony huffs, rolling his eyes impatiently as he quirks an incredulous brow, "I-I, o-of course Mr Stark" Peter stutters out, feeling dazed.
"Excellent Mr Parker, I look forward to working with you", Tony offers cordially, flicking the kid's file shut. "We'll be working in my private lab on the top floor; meet me there Monday, six am", Tony instructs, pushing his chair away from the desk as he rises from his seat, plucking his suit jacket from the back of his chair.
"Y-yes, sir", Peter rushes out, scrambling out of the chair, grasping frantically at his files as they nearly slide to the floor. "Goodbye, Mr Stark", Peter bids politely as he stumbles to the door, pulling it open quickly.
"Oh and Mr Parker", Tony calls, Peter glancing at the older man over his shoulder, "try not to spill your drink on me next time", he teases, draping his jacket over his forearm.
Peter's breath catches as Tony flashes him a playful smile, his cheeks flushing brightly as he hurries out of the room, clutching his files in a white-knuckled grip as he flees.
~~~~~~~~~
Peter slumps against the wall, his tired eyes fluttering shut as his head falls back against the exposed brick wall with a dull thump, his hands resting comfortably in his hoodies deep, centre pouch.
"Good morning Mr Parker" Tony greets, Peter wincing at the loud sound so early in the morning, regretting his decision to skip his usual morning coffee.
Peter blinks, his sleep heavy eyes open groggily, "morning Mr Stark" he grumbles, his face scrunching up as he punctuates his words with a large yawn.
"Not much of an early riser kid?" Tony chuckles, his lips curling into a smirk around the rim of his travel mug as he takes a leisurely sip of the steaming beverage.
Peter pushes himself off the wall, "no, not really, sir", he admits sheepishly, his hands twisting nervously in his hoodies large pouch, his gaze carefully downcast.
Tony sighs, a sympathetic smile curving at his lips, "Here kid", he offers, Peter raising his gaze to find Tony extending his travel mug in silent offering, Peter's wide eyes flickering between the mug and Tony's gaze, a polite refusal on the tip of his tongue. "Just take the damn coffee, Parker", Tony huffs, rolling his eyes at the younger man's hesitancy as he pushes the travel mug to Peter's chest.
Peter hurriedly tugs his hands from his hoodie pocket, scrambling to curl them around the mug, cradling it against his chest protectively, moaning as the rich aroma of fresh coffee assaults his nose.
Tony swallows harshly as the kid moans softly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his joggers as he watches Peter sip delicately at the scalding beverage, wincing as it scolds his tongue, the younger man humming contently as the rich, earthy flavour fills his mouth.
Tony clears his throat pointedly, Peter's eyes snapping open, a soft flush colouring his pale cheeks as he meets Tony's gaze. "Shall we get to work then?" Tony rumbles, quirking an arched brow in the young man's direction as he gestures towards the lab, the room still dark due to the early hour.
Peter nods hurriedly, the hot beverage warding off the early morning chill, the heaviness of sleep slowly receding, being replaced by a familiar alertness. Peter follows behind his boss as Tony pushes into the lab, the sensored light flickering on automatically, the older man already settling at his table, yanking his hoodie over his head in an effortless motion, finding Peter frozen in the doorway when he turns around.
Tony sighs wearily, "what is it, kid?" he groans, slumping onto his stool, his usual crisp, tailored suit replaced with grey oil streaked joggers that hug his muscular thigh sinfully and a black tank top that accentuates the impressive bulge of his biceps.
"S-sorry, Mr Stark", Peter rushes out apologetically, hurrying into the room, swallowing thickly as the door clicks shut behind them, a faint blush colouring his cheeks as he tears his gaze from his bosses impressive physique.
Tony quirks a disbelieving brow but quickly decides to move on, "sit Parker", he huffs, gesturing to the empty stool beside him, tired of watching the kid stand awkwardly by the doorway.
Peter hurries to Tony's side, yelping as he trips over the stool in his haste, squeezing his eyes shut tightly as he prepares for the incoming impact. "You are a hazard, Mr Parker", Tony clucks, shaking his head, his strong arm curled tightly around the younger man's slender waist, his large hand engulfing Peter's hip.
Peter's eyes flutter open, his tongue darting out to wet his lips nervously, his hands resting against Tony's broad shoulders as the older man holds him close, Peter's slender frame tucked between the older man's spread legs protectively. "I'm sorry, Mr Stark", Peter croaks, fighting to keep his breaths steady, overly aware of Tony's muscular thighs pressing flush against him where they bracket his hips.
Tony shakes his head, rolling his eyes as he reluctantly pulls away, his fingertips lingering against the delicate curves of Peter's waist. "Sit down before you break something, kid", Tony orders, sighing in relief as Peter drops onto the seat beside him, the space between them allowing Tony to collect his thoughts.
Peter grimaces as the shrill ring of his phone sound from his pocket, the device vibrating violently against the stool. He hastily fishes it out of his pocket, failing to hide his wince as he catches sight of the caller ID, "it can wait till later," he mumbles, declining the call hastily, Tony's brows furrowing as he observes the younger man's odd behaviour.
Tony shrugs nonplussed, pulling various blueprints from a set of sturdy metal drawers to the side of his workbench, the large sketch filled sheets of paper cluttering the sizeable workbench as Tony lays them out on display for Peter to peruse.
Peter pulls himself closer, his sharp eyes scanning the blueprints, finally in his element, his long fingers trailing over the impressive sketches as he murmurs to himself incoherently, Tony sitting beside him, silently captivated as he watches the younger delve into the work without hesitation. Peter's fingers hover above a complex equation, his lips pursed in a thoughtful frown as he taps his finger against the desk rhythmically, his lips moving as he quietly mumbles to himself.
"Mr Stark, sir, this equation is incorrect", Peter finally voices, reluctantly turning to face his boss, his finger still hovering over the complicated scientific equation in question.
Tony pulls himself to the workbench, his eyes falling to the blueprint in front of the younger man, "wrong", he hums, working through the lengthy equation methodically, a furrow creasing between his brows. "Huh, look at that, you're right, you're quite the little genius kid", Tony praises, pulling a stray pencil from the cluttered workbench, idly chewing the end as he hastily amends the mistake under Peter's watchful eye.
Peter smiles brightly, his lips parting, his response promptly forgotten as his ringing phone pierces the productive atmosphere, "I'm sorry-" Peter starts, already reaching to decline the incoming call.
"Just answer the call, Parker", Tony huffs, crossing his arms over his chest as he quirks an impatient brow.
"Hello", Peter greets meekly, nervously chewing at the edge of his tumb, Tony subtly observing the younger man from the corner of his eye while simultaneously trying to appear as if he's not eavesdropping.
"Quin-" Peter sighs wearily, breaking off abruptly with a wince as he bows his head lowly. "Don't, I told you I had to work", Peter rasps, his fingers drumming anxiously against the workbench.
Peter rakes a trembling hand through his hair, "please stop," he whispers, his voice wavering, concern knotting in Tony's stomach as he spies on the conversation.
"I can't quin; you'll have to get it yourself, I can't", Peter argues, a pleading edge to his voice. The strange, turbulent conversation enrapturing the older man as he pays close attention, his curiosity piqued.
"I'm not, I'm sorry, I am Quin", Peter pleads frantically, running a shaking hand over his face, "Yeah, I'll see you later" Peter mumbles quietly, his phone clattering to the workbench as he slides it away from himself.
Peter sucks in a sharp, steadying breath; Tony quirks a brow as the kid turns to him with a painfully fake smile, something about it making an ache bloom in the older man's chest. Tony swallows the urge to question Peter, reminding himself it's not his place, "we'll need to refine some of the equations before we dive into the trials", Tony rumbles, expertly steering them towards a safer topic.
Peter releases a relieved sigh, his shoulders slumping as he hunches over the workbench, instinctively snatching the pencil from Tony's hand as he spots an error, rolling the end against his plump bottom lip in thought, oblivious to his bosses keen eyes trailing the movement. His eyes sparkle with a solution as the pencil scribbles hastily against the paper, Tony watching, captivated as the equation forms in front of him, once more intrigued by the younger man's intelligence.
Peter grins triumphantly, turning to face his boss, Tony wearing a soft, encouraging smile "good work Parker" he praises, his eyes falling to the pencil still gripped between Peter's long fingers "and you're welcome by the way" he snarks, winking, a teasing lilt to his deep voice.
Peter's eyes widen comically as they flicker between Tony and the Stark Enterprises engraved pencil pinched between his fingers. "Mr Stark I-" Peter starts, an apology on the tip of his tongue.
Tony presses the pad of his finger to Peter's soft, parted lips, the gesture abruptly silencing the man. "I'm going to stop you right there, Parker; I was only teasing," Tony assures him, heat flaring in his brown iris' as they fall to the full, pouty lips beneath his finger.
Peters breath catches as he peers up at his boss, surprised by the intensity in the older man's gaze. "We should break for lunch", Tony breathes out, hastily spinning away from the younger man on his chair.
~~~~~~~~
Tony stands in the centre of the lab, schematics pulled up on the holographic screen, turning to the door as it clicks open, Peter slinking into the room with a shy smile. "Afternoon, Mr Stark", the younger man greets, his eyes flickering to the projected objects floating around his boss.
"Mr Parker", Tony nods, acknowledging the younger man's presence before returning his attention to the holograms surrounding him, casting his sharp features in a faint blue glow, a steaming mug of coffee cupped protectively in his palm.
Peter shuffles into the room, setting a water bottle on the edge of the workbench, his eyes raking assessingly over the schematic spread out around Tony, humming thoughtfully as he approaches his bosses side.
Peter leans around Tony, overly aware of the older man's proximity, inhaling shakily as he catches a hint of his bosses rich woody cologne. He reaches out, jostling Tony gently, his agile finger fiddling with the glowing blue holograms, a pinched furrow between his brows, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling at the silky flesh as he concentrates.
Tony watches, intrigued, his arms crossed over his chest as Peter expertly manoeuvres parts, slotting them together as he mentally envisions various workable combinations they can safely test. Tony curls his fingers around Peter's shoulder with a soft squeeze of encouragement, Peter cocking his head to the side, his bitten red lips parting in surprise as his face hovers inches from Tony's "you're good kid", Tony praises quietly, his breath puffing hotly against Peter's pillowy lips.
Peter swallows thickly, "t-thank you, sir", he croaks out hoarsely, hastily averting his gaze as his eyes stray to the older mans stubbled framed lips. Tony releases his hold on the younger man; Peter quickly retreats to the workbench, grasping for his water with trembling hands, gulping the cold beverage down greedily.
"Mind if I steal some?" Tony interjects, a startled yelp falling from Peter's lips as he suddenly becomes aware of his bosses presence, spinning on his heel to face the older man.
"O-of course Mr Stark" Peter stutters out nervously, extending the bottle to his boss, his heart stuttering as he receives a bright, thankful smile from the older man. Peter swallows harshly as Tony's lips curl around the rim of the bottle, his eyes trailing the gentle bob of the older mans adams apple as he swallows.
Tony sighs in relief as he pushes the bottle back into Peter's hand. "Thanks, kid", he smiles winningly, ruffling Peters unkempt chestnut brown hair.
"I'm not a kid", Peter grumbles instinctively, his brain to mouth filter momentarily malfunctioning. Tony chuckles brightly as Peter's wide eyes snap to his, a faint blush colouring the younger man's cheeks.
"I'm twenty years your senior, Parker", Tony rumbles, amusement dancing in his eyes as he unconsciously steps forward, pushing into the younger man's space.
Peter presses himself against the workbench, the rigid wood digging into the supple swell of Peters ass. He tilts his head back to meet Tony's heavy gaze, "that doesn't make me a kid, sir", Peter retorts, quirking his brows challengingly as he steadily holds the older man's gaze.
Tony's hot breath grazes Peter's lips, the younger man's heart stuttering in his chest as Tony leans into his space, his hand laying flat against the wooden surface as he brackets Peter between the firm line of his body and the rigid wood of the workbench. "Does to me, kid ", Tony drawls, a teasing lilt to his deep, raspy voice as he smirks down at the younger man.
Peter swallows thickly, his tongue darting out to wet his suddenly dry lips, his gaze straying to the older mans smirking lips. "You should head home, kid; it's getting late", Tony rumbles hoarsely, desire curling in his stomach as he hovers over the younger man.
Peter nods quickly, flushing as he tears his gaze from Tony's lips, "y-yeah", Peter rasps, pressing a shaking palm flat to Tony's chest, peering up at the older man from beneath a thick fan of lashes as he gently pushes his boss out of his space.
Tony steps away, situating himself on his stool, resting his elbow against the workbench, "see you later, Parker", Tony bids, twirling a sleek Stark Enterprises pencil between his fingers expertly, his gaze conflicted as he watches the younger man leave.
~~~~~~~
Peter rushes out of the elevator, his vision blurred with tears as he stumbles into the dark corridor, the sensor-activated lights flickering on. He pushes the door to the lab open, pressing his back flat against it as he breathes heavily, a tear rolling down his angrily stinging cheek.
"Parker?" A familiar deep voice rumbles questioningly; Peter blinks his watery eyes open, a choked sob spilling from his lips as he slumps to the floor.
"Fuck", Tony curses, pushing away from the workbench to rush to the younger man's side as he sits in a crumpled heap on the cold, tile floor, his back pressed to the closed door as tears stream from his glistening brown eyes.
Tony crouches in front of Peter, his gaze lingering over the gruesome hand-shaped welt marring his pale cheek. He reaches out instinctively, the pad of his thumb swiping away the tears spilling from the younger man's eyes as he gently presses a finger beneath Peter's chin, tilting his head back so their gazes meet. "What happened, kid?" Tony presses softly, steadily holding Peter's watery gaze, concern visible in his soft brown eyes.
Peter ducks his head in embarrassment, instinctively trying to hide the stinging welt from his bosses sharp gaze. "M-my boyfriend, h-he", Peter tries, his throat constricting uncomfortable as he tries to force the words past his lips.
Tony growls lowly, using careful fingers to tilt Peters head to the side, angling his face, so the labs dim lighting shines across the younger man's injured cheek, Tony's lips pursed in a frown as he assesses the mark clinically. "Better be your ex-boyfriend now", Tony bites out, a dark warning in his tone as fury curls in his stomach, a foreign protectiveness swelling in his chest as he regards the quietly sobbing younger man.
Tony sighs wearily, "come on, Pete, let's get you out of here", Tony suggest softly, gently curling an arm around Peter's slender waist as he helps the younger man to his feet, supporting his weight as Peter sags heavily against his frame.
"You called me Pete", the younger man murmurs tiredly, cocking his head to the side as he meets Tony's gaze, the older man smiling
softly as he guides them out of the room.
Tony chuckles softly, "yeah, guess I did, Parker", he winks, his stomach swooping as the younger man flashes him a weak smile, a brief flare of amusement lightening his brown doe eyes.
Peter stumbles into Tony's penthouse apartment, feeling severely underdressed as the older man urges him through the doorway, "go sit down, Parker, it's just an apartment" Tony huffs, gently pushing the younger man towards the expensive-looking sofa sitting as the focal point of the extravagant, open plan living room.
Peter scoffs, shaking his head as he toes off his shoes, slinking over to the sofa, fatigue weighing heavily on him as he sinks into the plush cushions, pulling his knees to his chest as he curls in on himself.
"Here, drink this", Tony orders softly, pressing a cool glass into the younger man's hand, settling beside Peters as he gulps down the cold water obligingly. Tony turns to face him fully as Peter idly twists the now empty glass in his hands, trailing his fingertips through the condensation clinging to the glasses exterior.
"Thank you, Mr Stark", Peter croaks, his voice hoarse from his earlier sobs, his gaze downcast as he studiously avoids meeting his bosses gaze. Tony shifts closer to Peter, squeezing the younger mans shoulder comfortingly as he cautiously tugs Peter to his chest, his arms curling protectively around his lithe frame as Peter relaxes into Tony's embrace with a shaky exhale.
"Let's get you to the guest room", Tony rumbles quietly, tracing soothing circles into the younger man's back, guilt pooling in his stomach as he enjoys the feel of Peter wrapped safely in his arms. Peter nods against Tony's chest, letting the older man guide him down a long, winding hall that leads to the bedrooms.
"Here you go, kid", Tony exclaims as he pushes a nondescript door open, supporting Peter's sleep heavy frame into the room, "get some rest, Peter", he urges quietly as he settles the younger man on the edge of the bed.
"Thank you, Mr Stark", Peter whispers hoarsely, Tony lingering in the doorway as he casts the younger man a brief worried glance over his shoulder.
Tony sighs quietly, "you can call me Tony kid", he offers, his lips curling up into a warm smile as he holds the younger man's gaze before slinking out of the room, the door clicking shut behind him.
~~~~~~~~~
Peter wakes up groggily, rubbing at his tired eyes as he pushes himself up against the heard board, his gaze flickering around the unfamiliar room. He sighs wearily as the previous nights events barrel into him, embarrassment curling in his stomach.
A small, private smile twitches at his lips as his eyes catch on a small bundle of folded clothes piled neatly on the bedside table. The remainder of the moments shared with Tony last night igniting butterflies in his stomach, Petter hurriedly tosses the duvet aside, shivering slightly at the sudden exposure to the chilly, early morning ear.
Peter smile as he clutches the note resting atop the pile carefully 'make yourself comfortable ~ T.S'. He hurriedly tugs on the clothes Tony left for him, the older man's clothes feeling comfortably baggy on his smaller frame. Peter quietly pads out of the room, his socked feet sliding across the tiled floor as he gingerly explores the spacious apartment in search of his boss.
He rounds a corner, the sounds of a kettle bubbling capturing his attention, "Mr Stark?" He calls timidly as he slinks closer to the familiar sounds of someone preparing coffee.
"I told you to call me Tony kid", the older man calls out in response, an amused lilt to his voice. Tony screeches to a halt as Peter skids into the kitchen, the long smooth expanse of his pale legs exposed, the stark black edges of his boxers peeking out from beneath Tony's MIT sweater, the worn grey jumper swamping the younger man's petite frame.
Peter ducks his head shyly, folding the long sleeves of Tony's sweater over his dainty hands, his sleep mussed hair falling over his eyes "sorry, Tony," Peter murmurs, his cheeks flushing pink as he creeps over to the breakfast counter.
Tony clears his throat, blinking out of his daze as he tears his eyes from the younger man's body "good morning, Peter", Tony croaks hoarsely, turning his back to Peter as he prepares them coffee.
"Coffee", Peter groans excitedly, rounding the counter; he yelps as he socked feet slip against the kitchen's tiled flooring in his haste to reach the freshly brewed coffee.
"Damnit, Peter", Tony grumbles as he reacts instinctively, his arm curling around the younger man's slender waist in an increasingly familiar hold. "I've never met anyone as clumsy as you", Tony huffs as he tugs Peter to his chest, steadying the younger man.
Peters breath catches as he blinks up at his boss, Tony's hand scrunching the material of the oversized sweater as he grips Peter firmly, the younger man's hands pressing flat to Tony's bare chest as he clings to the man's impressive torso, swallowing thickly as he forces himself not to let his gaze stray from Tony's.
"I'm sorry, sir", Peter apologises hastily, lingering in Tony's hold as he gazes up at the older man, soft puffs of breath falling from his parted lips.
"It's Tony, kid", the older man corrects with a wink, a dark flush colouring Peter's cheeks as his tongue darts out to wet his lips nervously.
"T-Tony", Peter breathes out hoarsely, heat flaring in his gaze as he clings to the older man, instinctively pressing himself closer, Tony shiting so both his hands grasp the delicate curve of Peter's waist.
"Peter", Tony whispers, his hot breaths grazing the younger man's soft lips, their breaths mingling in the scant space between their mouths. "Kid, t-this can't happen", Tony grits out reluctantly, drawing a breathy gasp from Peter as his fingers flex against the supple dip of the younger man's hips.
Peter presses closer, his smaller frame flush against Tony's "fuck Pete" Tony groans gutturally, his hands curling tightly around Peter's supple thighs as he yanks the younger man off the ground, Peter's long legs instinctively curling around the older man's waist.
"Peter, I'm your boss", Tony rasps as he walks them backwards, his darkened gaze locked with Peters, the younger man gasping beneath him as Tony presses him down against the breakfast counter, hovering over his lithe frame.
"I don't care", Peter breathes out, his voice hoarse with lust as he blinks up at the older man, shivering as Tony grazes gentle fingertips along the sensitive flesh of his throat.
"I'm twenty years older than you, kid", Tony argues, Peter throwing his head back with a shuddery gasp as Tony's fingers curl loosely around his exposed throat.
"I don't care, Mr Stark", Peter groans as he arches up into the older man's touch, his nerves alight with sensation as Tony rucks his sweater up, the soft material bunching around his hips.
"Keep calling me that, and we're going to have issues at work, kid", Tony growls lowly, breathing raggedly as his large hand slips up the back of Peter's thigh, the younger man grinding up against him as his calloused hand squeezes the soft swell of Peter's ass roughly. "Fuck Pete, you're gonna be the death of me", Tony breathes out, resting his forehead against Peter's, his lust addled brown eyes holding Peter's.
"Tony, please", Peter whispers, his fingers curling around Tony's nape, his plush lips grazing the older man's in the barest hint of a touch as he speaks.
"You just got out of a relationship, Peter", Tony reasons, his thumb brushing Peter's sharp cheekbone as he cups the younger mans flushed cheek. "I don't want to take advantage of you, kid, I don't want to ruin this", Tony breathes out shakily, holding Peters gaze intently.
Peter pants heavily beneath his boss, their hot breaths mingling in the charged space between them, "it's been a long time since I've been happy; you make me feel happy", Peter confesses, his long fingers knotting into the dark hairs dusting Tony's nape. "Please kiss me, sir", Peter breathes out, his big does eyes peering up at Tony from beneath a dark fan of lashes.
Tony groans, squeezing his eyes shut "you're playing dirty kid", Tony growls lowly, sucking in a deep breath as he closes the distance between them "but how can I deny such a pretty request" he breathes out, Peter gasping audibly as Tony's lips finally claim his, the older man's stubble grazing his soft cheeks, leaving behind a delicious burn.
Peter whimpers as Tony's fingers flex around his throat, applying the slightest pressure, Tony's mouth swallowing the sound as he slips his tongue between the younger man's parted lips, expertly exploring the velvety heat of Peter's mouth.
Tony reluctantly pulls away, groaning hoarsely as he takes in the sight beneath him, Peter's cheeks flushed pink, ragged pants of breath falling from his kiss swollen lips as his chest heaves "fuck kid, you're beautiful", Tony breathes out reverently.
Peter cups Tony's cheeks, tugging him closer as he devours the older man's lips in a frantic kiss, his blunt nails digging into the taut muscles of Tony's back, his boss growling lowly into the kiss, the deep sound vibrating through his chest. Tony's long fingers knot in Peter's hair, twisting the strands around his digits tightly, drawing a sharp hiss from the younger man as Tony breaks the kiss "you're a bad influence", the older man pants breathlessly, his joggers straining uncomfortably against his crotch, Peter's tight boxers doing nothing to hide the visible bulge tenting the dark material.
Peter chuckles brightly, "We better get to work boss, I think we're late", Peter winks, a teasing lilt to his voice as a carefree grin splits his lips. The younger man licks his lips, his hazel eyes blown wide with lust as he savours the taste of Tony clinging to his lips.
"Such a bad influence" Tony groans with a pout as he presses a fleeting kiss to Peter's smiling lips, "get up, let's go", Tony grumbles, levering the younger man from the breakfast counter, Peter yelping as Tony swats his ass playfully, the older man chasing him out of the kitchen.
"Tony", Peter squeals as the older man's arms wrap around his stomach, twisting him until his smaller frame is pinned to the wall, Tony's large hands circling his wrists as he raises them above Peter's head.
"You're just too beautiful to resist Mr Parker", Tony purrs, his brown eyes shining with affection as he presses a tender kiss to the younger man's lips, swallowing Peter's soft giggle. "Go get dressed, kid, before we end up stuck here", Tony warns, peppering chaste kisses to the younger man's flushed cheeks.
Three years and relentless experimentation alongside some of the biggest names in adjacent fields and biological science had concluded in one of Tonyâs boldest, most groundbreaking inventions yet.Â
The Protection Engineered Tactical Enforcement Robot - or, P.E.T.E.R for short, was the first and technically seventh of itâs kind. It was the first to reach this stage of the process; first to become whole, ready for activation.Â
Seventh because prior to this all the other shells had failed. The careful craft of a body compounded from a variety of materials such as vibranium, polysiloxane and STEM cells of real flesh had been no easy journey.
So much so that Tony had almost, almost given up. His first vision had failed; Ultron a dark red stain on his ledger no amount of saving lives would ever scrub off; and attempting to perfect Ultronâs failed attempt at a new form was a seemingly impossible dream.
Until now.
He set a hand against the glass of the Cradle, watching itâs slow and careful progress. They were at the point now where everything was just finishing touches; polishing off edges and smoothing crinkles. The shell - or, body, as he preferred to call it, was ready.
And likewise, so was the AI that would directly operate within it. Crafted from JARVISâ core and meticulously coded and raised to avoid Ultronâs boundless genocidal activism, PETER was the pinnacle of artificial, sentient defence.
JARVIS had been carefully raising the code like a child, educating and guiding it with the attentive care of a paternal figure. Tony had watched the code progress from the barest flickers of artificial life to fast rivalling JARVIS for itâs abilities.Â
PETER was already outperforming even the Sentinels and some of Tonyâs other AIâs like FRIDAY, displaying all of Ultronâs self-learning and intuition without any of the socio-psychopathic tendencies his original attempt had cultivated. PETER was learning twice as fast as even JARVIS had, though PETER was still so young and underexposed.
It had fast outgrown Tonyâs initial purpose of sentient AI used in protection detail and critical warfare in order to minimise human loss. It was even on track to surpass Ultron, the notion of the human mind recreated through code seemingly brought to life.
He let his hand drop. Three days. Three days, and PETER would open itâs eyes for the first time.
I wanted to write something and apparently I cannot do shit without a little pressure so Iâm writing this the night before Feb, 14th. And I finished it on Feb, 14th in the afternoon.
First time, trans!Peter (ftm), Tony and Peter are both teenagers, no real plot, because who needs that, one part may seem a little dubcon but itâs now really, I didnât proof read so there might be mistakes. Also tumblr said fuck the paragraphes. Big shout out to my friends from Starker Kingdom for being the best inspiration and support.
âYou know what day it is today, Peter?â Tony whispered softly between kissing his boyfriend and trying to catch his breath. âOf course I do..â Peter whispered back, but was again occupied with Tonyâs already swollen lips before he could fully answer. How could he now know what day it was? It was Friday, February 14th. Valentineâs Day. And not only that, but the first Valentineâs Day that Peter had an actual Valentine to spend it with!
Peter gasped as Tony stopped kissing his lips and pouted at the loss of Tonyâs weight on him. âTony..?â Peters question was cut off as his boyfriend but his neck lightly. A shiver ran down Peterâs spine and he could feel himself getting wetter. In forethought Peter had put on his cutest panties as a surprise for Tony, but they must be soaked by now. He could feel Tonyâs hard cock through his pants and his strong hands wandering down his sides to rest on his hip. Peterâs shirt had rode up probably hours ago but with Tony on top of him it went unnoticed.
âAs much as I love seeing you in these..â Tony pressed another kiss onto Peterâs panties and he didnât have to finish the sentence as Peter already lifted his hips and to get out of the thin lace panties. Tony chuckled but didnât say anything, instead he straightened up and caressed Peterâs face with one hand while slowly approaching Peterâs nipple that was still hidden under his T-Shirt with the other.
He checked Peterâs reaction to see if he was okay with Tony touching his boobs and nipples today. Peter suckled on Tonyâs thumb that had wandered to his mouth and moaned as Tony cupped his small perky boob. He pulled his thumb from Peterâs mouth and pinched his hard nipple just to make him moan again. âTony.. god.. Iâm so..â âWet?â Tony finished Peterâs sentence and made the younger boy gasp as he put his thumb between his soft folds into his soft heat of his pussy. âYes..â Tony hummed pleased, he used his wet finger run small, slow circles across Peterâs clit. âIs this what you want, baby?â Peter gave his boyfriend a nod and moaned loudly as Tonyâs thumb reached his clit in the perfect angle. âI want more..â âMore?â Tony raised his eyebrow. âLike this?â He stopped stimulating Peterâs clit and quickly shifted to place himself face between his lovers legs. Without another warning he gave Peterâs wet cunt a gentle lick and let his tongue slide in between the folds.
Peter pulled Tonyâs hair, unsure if he should pull him off or pull him closer. âOh fuck..! Tony!â He continued licking all parts of Peterâs cunt while to boy kept pulling his hair and moaning. When Tony kissed Peters clit his legs started to tremble with arousal and Tony took it as a sign to suck a little harder. âIâm-Iâm so close. Oh god..â Peterâs words were music to his ears and Tony hummed before pulling away. Peter looked at him, begging, but Tony had other plans for their Valentineâs Day.
âMaybe we should try something new. I mean, itâs a special day today, Petey..â Tony lifted himself up to lay besides Peter and kept lightly stroking his thigh. âYou mean..â âYeah. Come on, just the tip Peter..â Peter shook his head in distress. âNo, youâre gonna put it all the way in!â âJust the tip baby, I swear..â Tony took Peterâs hand in his and pressed a kiss onto his knuckles. âIâm gonna pull it out immediately if you donât like it, okay?â Another kiss from Tony was pressed onto his cheek this time. âOkay, I trust you.â Peter reached for Tonyâs neck and kissed him passionately, slowly letting his tongue slip between Tonyâs lips.
Peter could feel Tonyâs hard cock rubbing against his thigh, but it was still trapped in his underwear. âLet me just..â Tony reached for the upper drawer of his bedside table to grab a condom and Peter gave him the sweetest smile while bringing himself into a more comfortable position for what was going to follow. He still cannot believe this was happening. His first time to have actual sex. Not just sucking Tonyâs dick or having him suck his clit. âYou donât have to be nervous, baby.â Peter took a deep breath and relaxed a little when Tony started kissing him again. It was passionate and sloppy. The two boyfriends seemed to melt into each otherâs arms, moans and hormons filled the room.
Peter could feel Tonyâs dick right at his cunt, ready to push in. The feeling made him curious for more and his nervousness was all forgotten when he reached for Tonyâs cock and slowly guided the tip to his entrance. Tony strokes Peterâs hair and caressed his face as he pulled away from his lips to look into his eyes. âYouâre so beautiful. I love you so much Peter, ya know?â âOf course I do, I love you too, idiot.â Peter teased and laughed as he pulled Tony closer for another kiss. He could feel his boyfriendâs dick stretch his tight little cunt but it wasnât bad. Actually.. it felt good. He lifted his hips a little to have more of Tony inside him, but the older boy lifted his hips as well, denying Peter what he wanted. âHmm.. itâs okay, Tony. I want more, please..â Tony couldnât hide the surprised look on his face. âYou sure? I mean.. I donât want to hurt you.. and I want you to be ready. You donât have to do this for me, Pete.â Peter rolled his eyes and pushed his hips up so Tonyâs cock slid into him a little deeper. âCome on Tony.. Just a little more. It feels so good.. I really want to..â Tony kissed Peter, more gentle then before and moved his hips to slide deeper into the warm wet heat. âPlease.. Tony..â âOkay.â Slowly he filled Peterâs tight cunt up and they both moaned when Tony was completely in. Tony had his head rested on Peterâs shoulder but now he looked up to find his boyfriend grinning at him. âWe did it Tony!â They both laughed and Tony could feel that Peter was fully relaxed. âWell, weâre not finished yet, are we?â Tony knew he wouldnât last long, but Peter sure wouldnât either so itâs going to be okay. He started to pull out a little and Peter gasped as he started rolling his hip and fucking into the welcoming heat. Peter was clinging onto Tonyâs shoulders, moaning uncontrollably at every thrust. âI wonât.. I mean.. I will..â Peter cut Tony off with a sweet kiss. âItâs okay if you come.â Tony kissed his boyfriend again and kept thrusting into his wet cunt. When he felt the heat gather in his belly he put one hand between their bodies and started rubbing Peterâs clit in small circles again. The younger boy gasped at the sensation and bucked his hips to feel more of Tony inside and out. âTony, Iâm gonna..â âMe too, just let it go..â They kisses again but it was more like they were sharing moans between their lips. Tony fucked harder into Peterâs cunt and could feel his boyfriends body clench around his cock as he came. That was the final push that Tony needed to come. He rode his orgasm out into Peterâs oversensitive body and they kissed before Tony finally collapsed onto Peter, head resting on his chest.
Peter kissed Tonyâs head, his boyfriends hair a little damp with sweat. He clenched the muscles in his cunt as if to test if Tony was still inside. âYou know Tony.. actually that was more than just the tip.â Tony didnât move but he giggled. âYeah, that was a lot more..â
Could you do a selectively mute peter parker fic where peter after years of not speaking finally speaks to Tony to confess that he is in love with him?
I found this extremely hard to write and Iâm not too sure why, so Iâm sorry if this isnât too good for you. I hope you can forgive me! Also tumblr said no to paragraphs so Iâm sorry about that too!
Warnings: Mute!Peter, very minor sexual implications
Everyone always told him it was a shame that no one had noticed young Peter Parker closing in on himself - maybe then, early intervention could have been taken, and Peter wouldnât be silent now. In a way they were right, after the death of his parents, Peter had begun to speak less and less. It was a slow, and gradual decline. His speech became shorter, less frequent, but when he did speak, he was smart, for a child, so no one really thought it was a problem. He was sad, not quite old enough to recognise the trauma, but enough to feel the loss and confusion.
When his Uncle Ben died in the fire, well thatâs when people really began to notice it. Peter wouldnât speak, not unless he was called for. His sentences became short, sharp, and straight to the point. Never speaking longer then he needed to.
And then one day they just stopped altogether.
It wasnât that Peter had lost it, no, he chose this. He chose to go quiet because it just seemed far easier. And although it was a difficult task at first, he soon realised it was one of the best decisions heâd ever made.
Not speaking allowed him to listen - pay attention to things he wouldnât have before, because he didn't have to open his mouth and join in the conversation. He was allowed to just observe for the most part. Of course people still spoke to him, but very few did, they didnât like it, they found it awkward, or not worth their time. It didnât matter to Peter. He wasnât selectively mute to be special, it wasnât a personality trait or a quirk - he did it because he felt safer when he was locked in his own silence. He knew, at first, if he was to open his mouth everything he felt would spill out, it frightened him. Now, it was a habit, and some days he knew he wouldn't be able to speak even if he wanted to.
Thus, young Peter found other ways to communicate. At first it took a lot of getting used to. Having to scrawl down on paper what he was trying to say; or type into his phone for it to repeat it back aloud; being shouted at by teachers when he wouldnât answer a question by voice when he was picked on; adults and children alike finding him rude for not replying. Many still thought that, but those close to him, and those in school, knew by now that Peter just wouldnât speak, no matter how much you shouted or scoffed at him.
Well.. almost everyone. Flash, for example, was still trying to get Peter to speak to him. He called him weird, abnormal; said he was attention seeking, even hitting and kicking him in order to try and get Peter to yell out. But the most he got was a pained whimper or grunt. But it didnât matter. Peter was still happy. Despite what other people thought.
Meeting Tony had been interesting. Him and his friends had gotten into the habit of learning sign language to communicate. It was helpful and they did it naturally. But Tony, and the rest of the avengers, took a bit of time in understanding Peter. But they never once got frustrated. And Peter was glad - having been asked countless times before why he âwouldnât just speakâ, it was nice to not be questioned for once. They tried, they all did, to be patient with him, and Peter was thankful. In meetings, heâd raise his hand, and Tony would allow him to let his typed out comment repeat his idea aloud, he was never left out of forgotten. Just because he wouldnât speak, it didnât mean his ideas went unnoticed, they were listened to and heard, but most of all, appreciated.
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âHey Peter, can you pass me the screwdriver?â
The younger male looked up from his desk in the lab at Tony, who was tinkering away at some device opposite him.
They two quickly fell into some sort of routine in which Peter was there most nights, helping Tony out and just.. as Peter liked to call it: hanging out. It wasnât just a figment of his imagination, in a way they were actually doing that. Tony sometimes insisted that he slept over, or ate with him. And sometimes, after a particularly long day, theyâd settle on the couch and watch a movie. It was everything Peter had ever dreamed of from his idol and more.
Except maybe for the fact that Tony treated him like a son. Now donât get me wrong, he was flattered, but the crush he was harbouring for the older male, not so much.
Biting down on his lip, Peter nodded his head, despite the fact that he knew Tony wasnât even looking at him. Grabbing the screwdriver he hopped down from his stool before walking over to pass it to Tony. âThanks kidâ, came the reply, causing Peter to sigh softly.
âKidâ, he hated it. He hated the word because it only confirmed what Tony thought of him. And as selfish as it was, Peter wanted more. He wanted Tony. Every moment he spent with him he found himself falling madly and madly in love with him and it just didnât stop. Every accidental touch left energy buzzing through his veins. And it hurt, it hurt so bad, that Tony didnât feel it too and only saw him as some sort of child.
Moving back to his stool, he sat down, and pulled his tablet towards him. He pressed on the pre command âyouâre welcomeâ, and listened as it emitted the words.
A couple of months back Tony made him the special tablet to make typing out audio quicker. It had precommands for efficiency and Peter could set it to save anything heâd like. Peter almost cried when Tony gave it to him because apart from Ned (whoâd learned sign language for him; mj of course already knew it) no one had ever tried that hard to ensure Peter could have a normal conversation with them.
It made everything so much easier. From simply talking to Tony, to answering questions in class, to ordering food in a restaurant.
His fingers brushed over the screen affectionately before his gaze moved over to where Tony was hunched over his workbench. Peterâs lips turned up in a smile at the sight. The man was covered in various smudges of a dark liquid Peter couldnât identify. His face was scrunched in concentration the way it always was, lips pressed together, eyebrows furrowed together, jaw clenched.
It made Peter laugh softly, typing out a quick sentence. âYou need to relax Tony, anyone would think someone is forcing you to work!â
The man looked up with tired eyes, before rolling them slightly. âI am relaxed!â, he protested, before sighing and setting down the screw driver at Peterâs âdonât even start with meâ look.
âAlright kid, fine. Weâll finish up for today. Weâll go take showers and then watch a movie, I think Chinese tonight?â
Peterâs smile grew at the offer, shyly tucking some hair behind his ear as he nodded. The smile that grew on Tonyâs face had his heart fluttering quite softly. The man was so handsome, from his rugged jawline that Peter desperately wanted to press kisses over, to his eyes. They were always so soft and affectionate when looking at him. Those times when Peter gazed straight back into them were the times where just for a moment he could kid himself that Tony actually felt something back. Something more than pity for the silent kid with the traumatic past. But of course, Tony didnât, and that was the reality. Tony could have anyone, beautiful men and women alike, he wouldnât even look twice at little old Peter if he wasnât his so-called âinternâ or on his team.
âKid?â
Peter blinked quickly as he was snapped from his thoughts at the sound of Tonyâs concerned voice. He smiled to show he was okay, before hopping down from his stool. Tony had come to stand in front of him, not sure on why Peter had suddenly lacked life, so when Peter stood, their bodies brushed against each other gently. Peter swallowed, a small blush falling over his pale cheeks, but of course Tony took it as embarrassment at being questioned instead, and laughed.
The sound only made Peter blush harder, shaking his head as he scrunched up his nose before sticking out his tongue - a pattern of expressions Tony had come to know as a playful âdonât be mean.â
He smiled softly, reaching out a hand to ruffle Peterâs hair. The boy in turn let out a huff, and swatted his wrist away. Grabbing onto the tablet he began to type before eventually his words sounded out. âYouâre a mean old man!â
As soon as Tony heard it, he laughed out loud, shaking his head, wrapping an arm around Peterâs shoulders and beginning to lead him out of the lab. âIâm not that old, youâre just a babyâ, he said in response.
Any other person may protest, or shrug and let it go, but to Peter, he felt a horrible pang in his chest. A baby, thatâs all he was to Tony. He smiled sadly, suddenly interested in his beaten up old converse, and yet still overly alert at the fact that he was tucked against Tonyâs side - and yes, the man smelt good. Hours in the lab did nothing to Tonyâs hygiene, a loss of cologne maybe, but the musky scent of sweat and hard work only delighted Peter.
He swallowed tightly, willing himself to not turn his head so that he could get more and instead began to type once again.
âMy therapist is coming tomorrow, so is it alright if I stay over, I don't see the point in leaving and coming backâ
Tony nodded his head, âOf course Peter, you know you donât have to askâ, he hummed softly, and Peter smiled. It was times when Tony said little things like that, that kept him happy.
The therapy began within weeks of Peter and Tony growing closer. Despite still not knowing the direct cause of his silence, let alone working to get him to speak more, it helped him come to terms with the traumatic events of his past. And it helped, it did, Peter was happier, he smiled more. Despite protesting Tony paying for it at first, the man simply shrugged him off. And even now, Tony would say itâs âmoney well spent as long as youâre smiling.â
Eventually they ended up outside Peterâs designated room, and Tony let go. Peter already missed the warmth and safeness he had felt, but of course he simply nodded at Tonyâs commands of âtake as long as you need, and Iâll meet you downstairsâ, as the man walked away.
With a sigh, Peter walked into his room. Setting the tablet down on his desk he closed his eyes for a moment. He wasnât sure how much longer he could go trying to hide it. He was certain everyone could see the way his pupils dilated when he looked at Tony, the softer loving smile on his lips, the way he gazed over him longingly. Everyone could see it but Tony.
Heâd gone through months of this. Tony being seen with various people, and Peter even seeing some leaving the tower. It was torture for him because he wanted to be the one in Tonyâs bed. And yet he couldnât.
When Peter was done with his shower he made his way downstairs. Tony was already in the lounge, sitting down on the couch, remote in his hand as he seemed to be watching some type of football. He had on grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt, and Peter had to bite down on his lip because Tony just looked so good when he was relaxed and casual. Donât get me wrong, the expensive suits were sexy, but the intimacy of seeing Tony like this was always something he didnât quite get over.
The arms of his hoodie pulled over his fists, he shuffled over to the couch, smiling softly at Tony as he set the tablet beside him.
âHey kidâ, came the greeting, Tony bowing his head slightly, âwhy donât you choose something to watch and Iâll order some food. You want the usual?â, he asked.
With a slow movement, Peter took the remote from Tonyâs outstretched hand and nodded his head. He remembered⊠he always remembered what he liked. The thought made his heart swell as he began on to Netflix and tried to concentrate on finding an interesting movie but it was hard when he was so close to Tonyâs warm body. The manâs legs were open, leant back against the couch, strong thighs apart. The sinful things Peter would do to get between them.
He clenched his eyes shut. No! He couldnât be thinking like this. Letting out a soft sigh, he stopped on a movie he thought they both could enjoy before shuffling to cross his legs underneath him.
âYou know Pete, me and you donât really talk. You donât tell me about yourself.â
Peter was confused at the sudden words, turning his gaze to look over Tony, but the manâs own gaze was down on his phone, seemingly still ordering the food. Licking over his bottom lip, Peter shrugged before beginning to type.
âWell⊠what do you want to know then?â
Tony smiled, but stayed silent for a moment, before setting his phone down and turning to look at the younger boy.
âWell, I know about your friends. But what about someone special in your life huh? Rumour was it, for a while, that you and MJ were a thing?â, Tony questioned.
The moment Peter received his reply he began to splutter, hitting his chest to try and get his heart to restart. He didnât know what heâd been expecting but, it wasnât that. His pulse sped up, and suddenly the room was way too warm. Did Tony know? Had he been reading his thoughts or something - no, that wasnât possible⊠but this didnât make sense.
With trembling hands he resumed typing, hoping he wasnât acting too suspicious. âNo.. no, weâre not.. I donât really like anyone.â
Tony scoffed, shaking his head. âCome on kid thatâs gotta be a lie. Look at you. Youâre beautiful. Even if you think you donât like anyone, someone has gotta like you..â
Tony continued but Peter wasnât really concentrating. He didnât know if he wanted to blush at being called beautiful by him, or throw up at the questioning. It was a lot, and suddenly Peter didnât want to be beside Tony at all. He could still hear him talking, but he couldnât make out anything he was saying. Everything was so blurry, everything felt so out of place. Peter knew now was his moment but his hands couldnât type. They refused. His heart however was screaming.
It all happened so quickly before Peter could even register heâd done it.
âItâs you. I love you Tony.â
The voice that spoke was quiet, raspy. From years of barely being used. It sounded soft, but yet husky, it hadnât quite got used to itâs vocal chords. Peters hands were shaking and his eyes widened as heâd realised what heâd done.
One quick glance at Tony, and he noticed the manâs own eyes were wide open too. He clearly hasnât been expecting to hear Peter actually speak. It was the first time heâd ever heard his voice. But that wasnât the only reason why he was shocked. That confession⊠he hadnât been expecting it.
But Peter knew at that moment heâd messed up - or at least thatâs what he thought. He was ready to run, bolting up, but was surprised to feel a hand grab onto his own, and pull him back down. He refused to look at Tony. But he didnât need to.
A calloused but gentle hand grabbed onto his cheek, angling his head to face him. Yet Tony didnât speak. Simply leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to Peterâs soft lips.
When he pulled away, Peterâs heart was racing. It was like someone let off a firework inside of him. Everything was on fire, in a good way. He was slightly panting as he looked over Tonyâs eyes, and then his lips, gently curled into a smile.
âI love you too Peterâ, came the gentle words.
Peterâs eyes widened in disbelief, shaking his head, yet Tony only chuckled and pulled him to his chest. Peter let out a soft relieved breath as he turned his nose against his neck to breathe in his scent. He didnât speak, but Tony wasnât expecting him to.
âWeâll work on you speaking again, okay?â, Peter nodded. âBut please, please donât hide from me, I want to hear you sweetheart.â
Peter smiled, curling up more against the older man. âOkayâ, he croaked out. More confident now, it was obvious.
There was so much more that they needed to discuss, but for now, he was silent, but he knew he didnât have to be forever.
Idk I just want inexperienced! Peter having no idea how to masturbate, and heâs so sexually frustrated that he resorts to calling his family doctor and pleading with the astounded man for some advice on how to get off. Having always encouraged the young patient that he should come forward if he encountered a problem of any sort, Tony canât exactly refuse; and sue him, but heâs always had a particularly soft spot for the Parkersâ son. So he agrees to guide the boy through it, beginning with the tentative instruction for him to âmost importantly get comfortable, prop some pillows under your backâŠâ and listening raptly to the shuffling on the other end, coupled by the sloppy sounds of Peter sucking noisily on his own fingersâ the kid not owning any lube and thus having no other option but to use his own spit.
And God help him, but Peter makes the most alluring sounds, muffled though they are falling from the speaker; heartbeat thrumming in his ears and phone clutched tightly in his hand, Tony listens on, utterly riveted, as the familiar stirrings to heat begin to coil tightly in his gut, a barely suppressed groan escaping against his will when Peter asks breathily, âw-what next Doctor Stark?â
So Tony describes in detail, tryingâ and failingâ to remain professionally clinical in his gruffly uttered words for the boy to keep a rhythmic upstroke movement of his fist, to maintain a firm yet careful grip; Peterâs incredibly receptive, squeaking out little affirmative noises every once in a while before falling quiet yet again save for the harshness of his breaths⊠and try as he might to give the kid as much privacy as possible, Tony canât help but imagine in his mindâs eye the pretty little picture his patientâs making right now, huddled on his small twin bed with a hand under his pajamas. Surely, Peter will be blushing the rosiest pink, rolling his hips upward to met the downward strokes of his hand and with those gangly legs kicking out at his sheets as he does so; perhaps even biting down on the corner of a pillow to muffle his cries from his aunt sleeping just next door.
âOh, o-oh god, Doctor,â the boy mewls from the other end, and Tonyâs eyes flutter shut from the effort it takes to gather whatever last shreds of his self-restraint. âIt⊠it feels so good,â he sighs, sweet voice laced with unmistakable pleasure; the man just barely manages a strangled sound in response. For a few moments he lies there in his own empty bed, tortured by the slick sounds of skin on skin and bitten-off moans and the vivid visual that comes along with them, then a pauseâ when Peter speaks up again he sounds more wrecked than ever.
âDoctor Starkââ he says meekly, always such a polite kid. âI wanna, please⊠c-can you teach me how, how to touch myself? Down⊠there?â
Jesus fucking Christ. How could Peter still sound so innocent while basically asking how to finger his tight little hole? And why the fuck does his patientâs utter naivety turn him on this much?
Swallowing hard, Tony determinedly presses the heel of his palm into the bulge tenting at his crotch and, feeling more like a dirty old pervert than ever, grates out into the receiver: âyou mean, how to achieve prostate orgasm?â
âY-yes⊠that,â Peter huffs into his ear; seeming to sense his hesitation the boy adds on pleadingly, âplease, Doctor? I need it, feel em- empty inside.â And well, Tony had sworn a doctorâs oath to help out the needy after all, hadnât he?
âStart with your index finger, sink in all the way to your knuckle,â he mutters, and from the sudden cry on the other end Peter had followed his instructions without preamble; so the man grows bolder, now languidly palming at his rock-hard cock as he coaxes further in a low baritone, âcurl your digits upwards now⊠yeah, does that feel good?â and âadd another finger, there you go. Stretch yourself out a little.â
When the incessant keening whines of âunhh, oh- ah, ahââs from Peter pitch impossibly higher to an abrupt scream, Tony knows that the boyâs probing fingers has finally found those sweet bundle of nervesâ and sure enough soon the most desperate little sobs can be heard distinctly from the speakers, choked off cries of âyes, fuck yes!â and âoh, Doctor!â so loud that Tony worries for the kid that his aunt would wakeâ hell, he wouldnât be surprised if his patient hadnât awoken all the occupants of his apartment up with those cries.
âShh, be quiet, thatâs a good boy,â Tony utters, but his words achieve the opposite effect, for instead of keeping it down Peterâs wailing âah, wanna be good for you Doctor Stark!â from the end of his receiver is louder than ever; the man actually hears the squelching sound of Peterâs fingers twisting deeper into his spasming holeâ Christ, wasnât that a beautiful image?â and the splattering of come hitting skin.
âFuck, Pete⊠oh,â Tony groans, barely managing to cut off the âbabyâ at the end of his sentence at the last minute. The teenâs now breathing harshly down the line, soft pants that Tony swears he can feel against his ear; gripping the stiff length of his cock and pumping it hastily through his slacks, the man looks down and realises the grey cotton of the material is now stained dark from all his pre-come. âChrist,â he grunts.
âThank you, thank you so so much,â Peter babbles as soon as heâs finally caught his breath, his voice light with undeniable happiness; blissfully unaware of his doctorâs predicament on the other end of the line. âThat was incredibleââ
âHey, itâs no problem kiddo,â Tony cuts off before the boy could go onto another round of thanks againâ in other normal circumstances he wouldnât have minded, but at this moment all he can think about is jacking off. âI promised to always help, remember? Now go to bed, itâs late⊠yes, goodnight kid. Sleep well.â
As soon as Peter hangs up the doctor practically flings his phone to the side; shoving his slacks down urgently to finally wrap a hand around his leaking, painful erection. Biting down harshly on his lip and jerking his grip viciously, the imagery of a certain brown-eyed patient squirming underneath him plays unbidden behind his closed lids along with breathy little gasps of âharder, Doctor, pleaseââ it doesnât take long before Tonyâs hips are bucking off the bed and heâs spilling hot and wet into his closed fist.
And if he comes with a deep groan of âPeterâ under his breath, well, no one would ever have to know.
- Being the Parker familyâs doctor, Tony had been there since the very beginning to watch their little boy, Peter, grow up slow yet surely over the years⊠and somewhere along the lineâhe canât exactly pinpoint whenâ his view of the young patient changed. All Tony knows is that one day the giggling, rosy-cheeked kid who always shyly asked for a lollipop at the end of their appointments had disappeared; taking his place, a gorgeous teen with slender legs that Tony yearns to feel wrapped around his hips and porcelain smooth skin that pinks so prettily and artfully tousled hair that just begs to be carded through.
AO3 works tagged âPeter Parker/Tony Starkâ InGoodFaith
by InGoodFaith
ââŠ.Peter struggles with stuttering. It gets worse when he is nervous or upset, even excited; the more emotional he is, the more he stutters. Going into a relationship with Tony, this makes him feel insecure and not very comfortable in the relationship. Tony does everything in his power to change that.â
For Starkerfest 2021.
Words: 2384, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Iron Man (Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, May Parker (Mentioned)
Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark
Additional Tags: Peter has trouble speaking sometimes, Sometimes his brain moves faster than his mouth, Sometimes his mouth just wonât cooperate, Peter has anxiety, peter has a stutter, tony is a supportive boyfriend
A sequel to Seven Inches, written for both our TwoKinkyBeans July Exchange plus the line prompt that Lien sent me:
âOhâ Tony coos as Peter gives him another quick gasp. âCanât get enough of me, can you?â
I hope you guys enjoy!!!Â
Warnings:Â nff, smut, handcuffs, light dom/sub, pet names, a size kink I didnât quite intend to write but IT HAPPENED.
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Peter stares at the supple material thatâs spread out all over the desk. He swallows and reaches out for it. His fingers trace past the tightly woven twill texture. May, from the other side of the shop, cocks an eyebrow at him.
âYouâre alright up there?â Peterâs cheeks flare up right away. He tries to come up with a somewhat plausible excuse as to why he takes such a sudden interest in the navy blue material. He canât think of any. The only thing that keeps replaying in his mind is Tonyâs promise. He can nearly feel the manâs hot breath tickling on his ear again.
âMake that tweed suit yourself, kid, and itâll be the one I wear when I take that sweet little ass for the first time.â The man had slapped is butt and resumed their earlier conversation as though nothing had happened. Fuck, he wants Tony so bad.
âI, eh-â Peter stutters, â-I want to learn how to make a suit myself.â May squints at him, searching his face.
âWhy do I have a feeling this has something to do with a certain customer?â She presses her lips together, but her eyes betray how sheâs trying to hold back a wide grin. Peter smiles sheepishly.Â
âI wouldnât know what youâre talking about.â
âMmmh.â
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