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bakerstreet2017-01-12 09:59 am
simplememes) wrote in bakerstreet2017-01-12 09:59 am
Mid-Fuck Thursday
Are you tired of building up to the act? Do you sometimes wish for a chance to skip the conversation and go straight for the scenario you've always wanted to experience?
In that case, rejoice! This meme was made for you.
THE RULES:
- Post with your character in the middle of having sex.
- Any scenario and level of description is allowed!
- Other characters reply as your character's partner in that fuck!
- Keep going and finish the act.
- Go for another round or have fun with cuddling and afterplay.
- Have fun!
smuttymess
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So he'd just raped a kid that was definitely too young to give consent. It didn't matter if he liked it. Or if thirteen to seventeen year olds frequently slept around. They did that with each other, not with forty-nine to fifty year old men who didn't generally go for men (boys) and didn't generally do this where there was a questionable level of cleanliness.
Tony pushed his forehead against Peter's shoulder before he got up, vacating the pulsing, tight little cavity he had spent the last fifteen minutes (okay, that was generous) violating.
He looked at his mess and pulled the used condom off before headed to the bedroom door to listen for anything moving or making noise out there.
Nothing.
"Stay put."
He did not need his guilt speckled with a naked kid regailing him about how awesome and amazing that had been.
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The loss of his virginity always seemed like a huge deal; like something that would feel monumental. In the moment he felt something for it - a new feeling he couldn't quite place until he was feeling fantastic and all just from Tony. Now that it was over though, he didn't feel like he lost anything. Just that it was done. He immediately blamed Hollywood for his unrealistic expectations.
Getting up was more difficult than he thought it'd be. He was over being in the wetness of his own spunk though and pushed himself up, grunting as he moved his legs for the first time. It didn't hurt, but it ached for sure. His eyes darted to where Tony was at the door as he swung his legs over, sitting with them hanging off the edge of his bed now.
"She won't be home until morning, dude. Night shift." Peter brings a hand to point to his skull. "You coulda just asked. No one's in the apartment. Spidey-sense, remember?" He hoped Tony remembered the term he coined to refer to his extra abilities.
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Did he cut a fine figure, standing in expensive socks that he slouched down over the last however long it had been? He didn't have pants around his ankles unlike some other people in the room, though, so that was a plus. It was foiled up with his Iron Man brand underwear somewhere with his shoes. He didn't immediately think to look for them, not that it mattered. His back, bare and covered in small scars that spanned a distance between Afghanistan to Loki to Ultron to Siberia. They were small but there. It was easier to feel them than to see them.
"You make enough noise that if there was anyone here, we wouldn't be having this conversation," he snapped back. "Or maybe we would. Maybe you'd come all the way down to the station with me to remind me about your tingling." It was harsh. Tony didn't mean to be harsh--
Okay. Yes he did. He was a harsh man with harsh lines. The people that made it in didn't make it too far in. He didn't let himself get vulnerable. Just sloppy.
"I'll be back."
The bathroom was small. There was rust around the drain in the sink. Tony wadded up the condom in toilet paper and flushed it. The pipes could hold one little unflushable. It disappeared a moment later and he ran the water to clean himself up. A second flush down the toilet went all of the evidence.
Tony returned to Peter with hard eyes and a towel, both of which were thrown in his direction. He was still half hard, still impressive, as he folded his arms over his chest and stood by the kid's hamper.
"Thst shouldn't have happened." But it did. How cliche of him to say that.
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He's mostly still when Tony stalks off to the bathroom, only moving to kick and pull the rest of his costume off of his lower half, throwing it into the hamper shortly before Tony returns. He'll wash it tonight along with his sheets, erase all evidence of him being Spider-Man or anything that had happened in his bedroom before Aunt May returns from work.
Peter catches the towel that Tony throws, his enhanced reflexes helping him not to be hit in the face. He stands and begins to clean off, his eyes not leaving the other's body as he does so, specifically Tony's still slightly hard dick. Now he knows why the other acts the way he does.
"Uh, ya think, Mr. Stark?" Peter questions, brow raised. "You mean you didn't come all the way to Queens to have sex with someone you could've just called to Avengers Tower who'd be there in five minutes?"
He was under no assumption that he was Tony's first choice, but it didn't matter any more.
"No regrets here," he followed up with, tossing the towel into the hamper next to Tony. His eyes trailed down again to the man's length, eyeing it.
"Looks like part of you doesn't have any either."
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He was not thrilled with Peter Parker right now. Especially when the kid was eyeballing him like that.
"My list of regrets is too long that I had to close it to new entries," he said, less bitterness to it than mirth. He didn't find any of this to be particularly funny, but it was just another event in a long line of them that made up a grand total of failures equal to the dollar value in his bank account.
So, sizable.
"Don't you have a math or English test tomorrow to study for? Or a bank robbery to stop?" He had to admit. It felt better when he was a dick. He was less vulnerable. "Because I have about five other stops to make." He glanced at his watch. "You probably should do your laundry at some point. And eat some of that casserole. Or here. Order a pizza."
Tony Stark bent to grab the pants he finally saw by the desk to fish out his wallet.
Yeah, he was about to sink even lower right now and leave cash behind. It was a good thing Banner went missing. He was not equipped at all for hearing about tonight and the massive amounts of self loathing Tony was going to wash down with some scotch.
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Peter's eyes follow Tony's to the stain the other always looked at whenever the billionaire found himself in his bedroom. Peter had no explanation for it, it was there when he moved in. He too wondered what the hell it was, but some questions were better left unanswered. What he did know is that Tony made the move to make him feel small. Whether it was intentional or not, he wasn't letting it work this time. He wasn't going to feel small in the eyes of Tony Stark just because the other wanted him to. Not after what just happened. He could be called Spider-Boy, Spider-Kid, Spiderling, or whatever the hell else Tony wanted to throw at him to stomp down his importance before, but for less than fifteen minutes they were equals. They had done something together other than punch Captain America in the face. They were joined.
"Don't," he spoke, voice equal parts hard and shaky. In a moment he was on Tony, hand reaching for his wrist and squeezing with just the slightest bit of his enhanced strength. It was surreal to be here, like this, with someone he'd done nothing but idolize.
"First, it's summer, so...no," he looked Tony straight in the eye, a flame behind them he only got in his fight to save others, duller and almost diminished in this situation, but there nonetheless.
"Second, if you had anywhere else to be you and I both know this would be the last place you'd visit." And then Peter went quiet and pulled back his hand, letting that sink in.
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He wouldn't have agreed with Peter on their equal footing. They hadn't been joined. They hadn't been on common ground. It had been fucking. The very essence of the act, other than for procreation or pleasure, was all a power play. Tony had sat on that bed and had kept an arm around Peter and had spoken about things that hadn't mattered in the long run until either he or the kid (he didn't know) made some sort or ridiculous move to kiss the other.
Maybe for that moment there had been an equality there. Tony had wanted the comfort of it. He hadn't shied away from any of it.
But of course, the moment he'd shoved Peter onto his knees and shoved his cock into him, equality went out the window. It had just been about fucking then. It had been about a welcoming, warm embrace. And now it was over. Well, it was suppose to be over. But the press of a supple body against his own which just happened to smell animalisticly like him did make him twitch.
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Peter's brow raised then and, no, he didn't miss the way that Tony twitched. Mainly because Peter's own length hadn't softened completely and was threatening to get fully hard again as he pressed their bodies together, his cock sliding against the man's leg. It wasn't a position he'd ever thought he'd be in with Tony, but really no position they'd been in tonight was anything Peter had ever dreamed of.
"You're telling me out of everyone you know, even of people who live in this apartment, I was your first choice?" There was really nothing Tony could say to make Peter think that, yeah, he chose to get drunk and then come over to the Parker residence and fuck him of all people. Maybe Tony didn't have anyone left to mess around with. Maybe he was looking for Peter's aunt. Maybe nobody else would put up with him the way he knew Peter would, or maybe Peter was just an easy target. Maybe Tony knew what would happen if he came here, but how could he? Even Peter didn't know it was something he wanted until it was already happening.
A hand trails down Tony's chest, landing on his waist and sliding down to grasp at his length in the way he'd done so earlier. Maybe Tony would push him away now that he'd sobered up some or maybe not, but he couldn't ignore that the man's interest was still there.
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He was much harder now than he had been, and if he was standing in front of anyone else in the world (over eighteen), he would have laughed and said they he wasn't even on Viagra. At his age, getting another erection so quickly was pretty well exciting. He just couldn't use it again.
He didn't have another condom.
And the only person here was severely underage.
"I didn't come here to fuck anyone," Tony said. Shouted. Okay. There went his volume control. He was just feeling a little emotional and a little confused and he was pretty sure that good old Jailbait here was going to ruin him. "Fine, yes, you win. I wanted some company. Preferably female. Preferably no one that knows or cares about the mess I made in Germany. Or about what happened to Cap-- or any of it. Sometimes it sucks to be me, Pete. I know it doesn't look like it, but it does. I did not mean to come over here and--"
Tony wasn't sure if Peter had crept closer while he was talking or if he, in his wild need to make long and lofty speeches that gave away too much but he would deny later anyway, had closed the gap, but Peter was close and watching him with adoring eyes that didn't take any of his bullshit and--
He was sunk. He was needy. He was lonely. Peter smelled like him. He grabbed him by the arm and pressed his lips to his mouth. It was sloppier than he liked but what did a thirteen to seventeen year old kid know about kissing anyway?
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It's not like Peter wasn't prepared for such an outcome, but it still stung. What didn't sting was that Tony was clearly harder than before he started touching him again. He could see it with his own two eyes, clear as day. That didn't change the fact that Tony was rejecting him and that, yeah, he probably had it coming. Seeing this from Tony's eyes was difficult since, well, he wasn't him. All Peter could see was that they had sex once and now the other was trying to either shame him for it, deny it, or stop it from happening again - perhaps all of them.
Tony shouted, actually shouted at him. Peter's brows raised, taken back that he'd seen the man lose control. He pictured Stark like someone he aspired to be - together, rich, and someone who helped people. Whenever he'd see him in the papers or on television his heart would soar with hope and now here was his hero in front of him - naked, shouting, and quite possibly breaking down in front of him. He was a man much older than him and all Peter could feel was sorry for him. He wanted to help him, wanted to be there for him as he navigated through whatever the hell was going on with him.
They were closer than before. Peter himself wasn't sure if he'd moved closer or Tony had, but there they were. In one swift motion they were kissing again and Peter could feel his heart soar not unlike it did when he was younger.
He kissed back with as much fervor as he could muster, all lips and tongue and doing the best that he could. His hands reached for Tony, pulling him in by the hips and grasping both of their hard lengths together. One hand held Tony close to him and the other stroked the two of them sloppily, skin sliding against sensitive skin.
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Sloppy wasn't cute. Okay, it was pretty cute. It was also obvious that it was a move from a kid that watched a whole lot of gay porn on the off chance that some billionaire that made him a rad new suit and took him to Germany would show up drunk in his room one night and not push him away the first time one of them had initiated a kiss.
"Get dressed."
He was sober enough to drive now if he had been sober enough to drive an hour ago. If not, well, that's what FRIDAY was for. Either way they were not staying here.
"Write your aunt a note about staying at...what's his name's house..." Actually, Tony had no idea if there even was a 'what's his name' but he assumed that Peter had some friends and at least one was a male. "And meet me downstairs in ten minutes."
They were not staying here. That bed was gross. Tony dressed quickly, not giving Peter much time to sort of gawk at or think about the implications of what Tony Stark, THE Tony Stark, was asking of him. He wasn't even thinking too clearly himself. They couldn't just drive back to the compound. Vision never knocked. Rhodey was constantly falling over and needing help up despite claiming he did not, in fact, need help up, and there were too many cameras all over the place.
Tony was responsible for the last one but he'd blame someone else.
He wasted almost no time getting back to his car. He started it up. The engine ran just fine. A minute later, he moved two feet forward. And then he backed up again. Shit. So he was really doing this.
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Reality of what was happening hit Peter when Tony exited the room. His heart raced with excitement, but it took a full ten seconds to realize what the hell he needed to actually do. He couldn't walk out of his apartment naked. He couldn't get down to Tony's car naked. So, he got dressed. He did it swiftly and without much thought as he did most mornings, but he got it done. That took all of two minutes so he went to sit on his bed to eat up the other eight until his eyes found that still mildly wet spot from before.
Gross.
So, he pulled off the sheets in a haste, throwing them into the hamper and putting some more clothes on top of it. There's no way Aunt May would do his laundry before he returned, but he couldn't be too careful - not with what was at stake.
He half expects Tony to not be waiting for him, but when he exits the building, backpack with his costume inside in tow, there's the car. Peter pauses as the door closes behind him, but only for a second before he's scurrying into Tony's vehicle. He tosses his backpack to the bottom of the passenger's side and slips inside, shutting the door behind him.
Peter rubs his sweaty palms on his jeans a few times after he buckles the seatbelt, letting out a huff. "Didn't think you'd stay," he lets out an obvious fake laugh, eyes darting over to Tony for approval in his tension breaker.
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He really needed to stop thinking that this was going to continue, that's what he really needed to do. No plans for the future would ever make this all right. Having a kid get into his car expressly for-- Tony had his head on the steering wheel until he heard Peter clambor to figure out how to open the door. With the darkness and the extreme tint on the windows, it wasn't like the boy could really see him anyway from the street but it made his head shoot up. FRIDAY was kind enough to help Peter with the door as Tony eyed whatever gadgets he had on the dashboard. There was a full eleven inch screen on the consol between them, detailing a map to Long Island.
Tony never stayed at the mansion in Long Island. He grew up there. He was there until the morning he heard about his parents' acc-- Murder. White sheets covered everything, though he did have a cleaning service in weekly because the thought of dust on anything he owned bothered him.
Once Perer had buckled in, big, sad eyes narrowed slightly. "Hadn't planned on staying," he admitted, putting the car into gear before pulling out onto the road. The traffic was lighter than usual during rush hour but it was still a borough of New York.
There was no such thing as light traffic.
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Peter wanted to lament for the other five stops Tony had made up that he needed to get to, but he didn't want to push his luck. He could only push being cocky so much before it wasn't cute anymore, he was pretty sure. If Tony's words were true then at any given point he could kick Peter out of the car and this whole thing would be finished before it even started. Which, what the hell were they even doing? Was this Tony's silent way of giving into this whole situation? Of them being fuck buddies? Or fuck...whatever the hell they were?
Peter had questions, but he kept quiet. This situation felt very of the moment. Unplanned, as Tony would say. Right now he needed to just enjoy the ride. His fingers drummed on his thighs for a moment until his eyes found the screen on the console that separated him and Tony. It took less than a second for his New York mind to recognize where the map lead to.
"Long Island? Who can afford to live on Long Island?" Well, lots of people, just not Peter Parker.
"Wait, you live on Long Island, don't you? Or, like, have a house?" He slumps in his seat dramatically, bringing a hand to run over his face. He knew Tony Stark was a billionaire, but what even was a billion dollars? Peter had no reference in his head for anything over a couple thousand dollars. It just wasn't conceivable in his little life.
"Jesus, Mr. Stark. What don't you have?"
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Being one of Earth's Mightiest was becoming less and less special. The Avengers had split up. He was still more or less retired anyway and there were more and more super humans coming into the spotlight every day. He didn't need to be the one any only. He didn't need to have all eyes on him. But he liked it.
He liked the way, however childish, Peter idolized him.
He even kind of liked how the kid still called him 'Mr. Stark' even after he'd had his dick inside of him.
"Okay. We have to have some ground rules." It felt like he was planning out future conquests. He ignored that feeling. "You're about seven thousand times stronger than I am. So the minute you come to your idiot senses, you get out of my house. Got it?"
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"Okay, that's like..fair. I might be stronger, but you sure had a hold on me back at my place, Mr. Stark." Was Peter grinning like an idiot as he referenced the way Tony held him down while they fucked? Maybe. It's not like he was hiding it as he turned his face again to look at Tony.
"And do you mean when I come to my senses or just...when I cum? Because those are different and only one is gonna happen." Now Peter was back in a comfortable place where he could joke just a bit. He wasn't walking on egg shells as they drove to wherever the hell they were going. This wasn't something fragile that was going to break and slip out of his hands at any second. It was tangible, something with real foundation.
He was fucking Tony Stark. Like, for real.
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He took a sharp right down the ramp and sped through beautiful little towns that dotted Long Island, neighborhoods of people with too much money and shopping centers with high end stores. By the time the had gotten close to the mansion with itt's high stone and ivy walls and literal wrought iron gate across the driveway, Peter had gone from annoying to endearing to cute to annoying and twice, stupidly sexy, all before starting back again at the beginning.
The gate slid open when Tony told FRIDAY to do it and he pulled the sports car up the twisting driveway to the massive front doors.
"Try not to touch too much will you," Tony warned as he parked the dark and got out of it. There was no one at home but a few years back he'd installed automatic lights that would go on when the front gate was accessed. This was not Tony's idea of a beautiful building. It was old, full of dark wood and dark furniture. There were paintings and portraits all over the place, a grand piano... And many, many rooms for Peter to pick from.
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He guessed he shouldn't have been surprised when they rolled up into one of the nicest residences he'd ever seen, but he still was. Why some got to live like kings and someone like Aunt May got to live in a shoddy apartment in Queens with questionable stains on their ceilings was something he still couldn't wrap his head around. But questioning and dismantling the hierarchy of money and power was something saved for another day.
"What's too much?" Peter questioned as he stepped inside after Tony, eyes scanning the same white, dull sheets thrown over pretty much any and everything that could've made the place feel like a home, save for a few select paintings and pieces of furniture. "Because it looks like you've already protected everything from...well, anything." He remarked, taking a few more steps into the entryway.
Peter turned on his heel and looked to Tony, hands a little unsteady from nerves. He was riding high from the endorphins before, but now he was here. In what was apparently Tony's (other) secret mansion and they were alone. He moves in closer, as close as they were back in his apartment and he looks up, locking eyes.
"So...are we doing this here or...?"
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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.
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That was the only thing he could think of when Tony pulled away. He pushed too quickly and presented himself too easily. He should've played hard to get or fell into a game of cat and mouse or just...something. He should've done anything different and now he was all the way in fucking Long Island and he was pretty sure he could try to swing home, but there weren't enough tall buildings to make that easy and then his mind just stopped. It shut the hell up and his eyes trailed Tony's frame as he made his way up the stairs and, wait. Was that a jacket just laid on the stairs? Peter started to follow him and, yeah, that was Tony's tie that had just fallen to the floor.
Peter didn't fuck up. He picked a wrong location, sure, but he didn't fuck up.
It took him all of a millisecond to kick off his shoes and pull off his socks. He gets undressed eagerly and a lot less seductively than Tony does, but the man isn't in sight, so who cared? His clothing leaves a trail up the stairs as well, but it ends about a third of the way that Tony's does. He clearly doesn't have as much restraint as the older man, but it'd come with age. Maybe.
Soon enough he's standing just as naked as the other is, staring at him from not too far across the hallway. They were here. Again. Not in Peter's small apartment, but in Tony's domain. In a place that (hopefully) he was comfortable with and that would be better than an apartment Peter shared with his aunt. It didn't make the situation okay by any means, but it did help. This wasn't terrible in Peter's eyes at all and hopefully it wasn't looking too bad in Tony's either.
Peter thinks he gets the answer to that question when Tony starts kissing him. His body tenses at first, but within a moment he's putty in Tony's arms. This was all still new to him despite the change of status in his virginity merely an hour before. He tries his best, mimicking the other's movements for now. Tongue meets tongue and lips meet lips and soon Peter's hands find the man's waist. He pulls back for a second just to catch his breath, but then his mouth is meeting Tony's again and he's putting pressure and passion behind his own kiss now. He pulls Tony in, their naked bodies against one another and he rolls his hips, his own length already nearly hard and excited just from seeing Tony in the flesh.
Ah, young blood.
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The kid wouldn't be regulated to his knees this time and Tony wasn't going to rush the grand finale. That said, he had no interest in using his mouth at the moment, not with dried fluids clinging to his skin. He still had his idiosyncrasies but he also was too impatient to throw Peter into the shower either and he didn't trust him to scrub up well enough anyway.
There were other things to do with his mouth besides and he took his good old time riling Peter up with caresses and warm lips trailing a tender throat and moving over his ears.
This was not about romance. Tony had given up on romance halfway through his relationship with Pepper because it was unrealistic. That didn't mean that he couldn't take his time, however.
Why he finally reached to open the well stocked nightstand drawer, he was fully hard and no longer willing to tease. Gold foil hit the ground, the cap on actual lube snapped shut and before too long, he was once more seated inside of Peter. The only difference was that he could see his face now.
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He's still stretched a little from their first time, though nearly not as much as he should be. He's thankful for his superpowers that made him that much more able to handle pretty much anything; including Tony's dick inside of him. Peter's hands find Tony's biceps when he's all the way in, squeezing gently as he adjusts to the feeling again. His eyes close and he winces for a moment, but as soon as he relaxes it all becomes more bearable. Besides, he knows how it'll feel as soon as Tony starts fucking him - indescribable.
"Ffff- Mr. Stark," he breathes out, eyes finally opening to look up to the man balls deep inside of him.
It's so much different this time. So different and so much better. Before there was pleasure, there was no doubt, but now he feels a connection. Try as Tony might to deny it, Peter at least feels something. Maybe it's the fact that he's staring at his idol as raw as he can be. Maybe it's the fact that Peter has never been more vulnerable and he can look Tony in the eye now.
Whatever it is, it has his heart racing and his cock throbbing. He backs his hips up, trying to urge Tony to move.
"Do I gotta be quiet this time?"
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It wasn't romance. It didn't matter if Peter wrongly thought it might be because it wasn't. "Knock yourself out," he breathed, before returning to the thoughts in his own head. There was no wining and dining (he didn't need to add providing drugs to minors to his rap sheet), no presents (the new suit was more like charity than anything else), this wasn't the start of a relationship.
Not even when Peter came across his belly or Tony filled another condom up, he had little intention of making this anything but a really badly thought out night.
Or short weekend.
What day even was it?
Tony ignored the thought as he eased himself into Peter one more time and leaned in to catch annoyingly talkative lips. It was sweet only because Tony was tired and because he was getting a shower. Immediately.
He paused at the doorway, letting the boy stretch out in a bed bigger than any he likely had ever slept in before, and, condom in one hand, leaned against the door jam with the light from the hall haloing his shoulders and hair.
"Coming?" Yeah, what the hell was going on? Did he just invite Peter Parker to the shower with him too?
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All throughout Peter couldn't stop thinking about how much better this was. Hell, it was incredible the first time, but now his lips were raw and red from kissing and he felt overstimulated from pleasure. He though that this must be why people smoked cigarettes after having sex in movies. Tony could deny it all he wanted, but their closeness was something that couldn't go without notice. The way that Peter clung to the older male like his life depended on it while he came; the hot moans of the other man in his ear as he did so - all of it meant something. At least it did to Peter.
"Gimme a sec," he breathed out, lifting his hips experimentally to see if the ache inside of him was manageable. Like most things, it was. "Let a guy recover, will ya?"
Then within moments Peter was on Tony, hugging him close from behind and burying his head in his shoulders for a moment before herding them both into the bathroom.
"We showering together? Or are ya gonna make me watch?"
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"Pete--" Jesus, this kid! Tony tried to turn around or dig his feet in but that was mostly impossible with the momentum of the boy pressed against him. Tony ended up catching the edge of the door with one hand, the bathroom lights flickering in at the presence of another person, and he caught Peter around the waist with one arm. "Chill out. Relax a little."
He was not as young as he use to be, and he certainly was never going to keep up to a whatever age Peter happened to be year old. He could try but-- Not tonight. He'd had a little taste of both worlds and now he was going to shower with Tony Stark (and just shower) and then they were going to bed.
No wet spot. No smell of sex making the morning awkward. No more Peter Parker playing grab ass. What had he done? Created a monster?
Tony told FRIDAY to start the water and she heated it to his precise specifications before he pried himself out of teenage arms and held open the door for the boy to slip through.
If the house was warm and cozy and blanketed and the bedroom was insanely comfortable, then the shower was ultra luxurious. Tony had nice smelling bath products too, which he lathered up liberally with as if he was alone and there wasn't a highly excitable kid grinning from ear to ear in afterglow.
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sorry about the lateness! weekend kicked my ass.