Yeah, Peter. Right here, on the floor of the living room with the ghosts of his childhood for company literally represented by sheets on furniture.
Tony hadn't responded to the first question and he wasn't going to respond to this one either. He moved away, far away enough that Peter might think he had said or done something to make Tony change his mind. Tony didn't really change his mind, not once it was made up. It had been awhile since he had done this...taken someone to bed like this. The last person he had slept with had been a girlfriend he had been unable to commit to despite the fact that she loved him and cared for his needs and overlooked all of his craziness to a point where he kept almost getting her killed.
A smart man would have just gone out to a club, found a tall strawberry blonde to make him forget absolutely every piece of trouble in his life for a few hours, and sent her home in the morning.
Tony Stark was a genius but not a smart man.
He started up the stairs, pulling off his jacket and then his tie, both of which landed on the runner, before he disappeared around the landing. That would be Peter's cue to follow. The master bedroom was not the way his parents had left it. Tony lived for a few years here after they had passed and while most of the house had been left as it was, the bedroom and his dad's garage and workshop had gotten upgrades. By the time Peter made it up to him, following a trail of clothing, Tony was standing in dim light from the hall, waiting to pull a sorce of torturous comfort into his arms.
It was a kinder kiss this time. Gentle. Sweet almost. Deep. So deep. Tony would take Peter's breath away with just his tongue carefully moving against his lips.
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Tony hadn't responded to the first question and he wasn't going to respond to this one either. He moved away, far away enough that Peter might think he had said or done something to make Tony change his mind. Tony didn't really change his mind, not once it was made up. It had been awhile since he had done this...taken someone to bed like this. The last person he had slept with had been a girlfriend he had been unable to commit to despite the fact that she loved him and cared for his needs and overlooked all of his craziness to a point where he kept almost getting her killed.
A smart man would have just gone out to a club, found a tall strawberry blonde to make him forget absolutely every piece of trouble in his life for a few hours, and sent her home in the morning.
Tony Stark was a genius but not a smart man.
He started up the stairs, pulling off his jacket and then his tie, both of which landed on the runner, before he disappeared around the landing. That would be Peter's cue to follow. The master bedroom was not the way his parents had left it. Tony lived for a few years here after they had passed and while most of the house had been left as it was, the bedroom and his dad's garage and workshop had gotten upgrades. By the time Peter made it up to him, following a trail of clothing, Tony was standing in dim light from the hall, waiting to pull a sorce of torturous comfort into his arms.
It was a kinder kiss this time. Gentle. Sweet almost. Deep. So deep. Tony would take Peter's breath away with just his tongue carefully moving against his lips.