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Peter likes living on campus at MIT. His friends are all there and sharing a room with Ned is definitely a huge plus. The parties are great and he practically has a spot with his name carved into it at the library. However. Peter loves being with Tony. Especially when they’re tangled together in the sheets. Like they are right now. Tony’s rough hands gracefully glide over Peter’s chest as the billionaire peppers him with kisses. His lips are hot on his own, always the slightest bit demanding but yet so soft and caring it makes Peter’s heart flutter in his chest every single time.
“Tony…” he whispers in the other man’s mouth. The low grumble he gets as a response makes him shiver. “-I’ve missed you so much.” “Missed you too, c’mere.” His fingers dig into Peter’s back as he pulls him in closer. His hands reach up to Peter’s shoulder to slide off the button-up he so slowly unbuttoned earlier, enjoying the hungry look on Peter’s face. It doesn’t matter how many times Tony undresses Peter. The sight takes away his breath every single time. How do a shirt and a sweater hide the fact that Peter is so strong. The lines carve his pale skin as if he’s a marble statue for Tony to marvel at.
The boy sighs happily as he feels the cold air on his back, together with Tony’s fingers tracing down to his hips. Peter gently holds Tony’s face, urging him to kiss him even deeper. A muffled groan escapes Peter’s lips when Tony pauses the movement of his hands.
"P-please,” he whimpers into Tony’s mouth. Tony’s chuckle shoots through Peter like a bolt of electricity. Peter never admitted it out loud to Tony but he loved how composed the older man was - up until a certain point that was. He loved feeling taken care of like that. Knowing he was safe. Wanted. Loved it when Tony teased him into pleading for more.
“Please, what?” Peter frowns with his eyes closed as he presses his lips back on Tony’s.
“More,” Peter urges. “K-keep going.” Tony slides his hands beneath the waistband of Peter’s jeans and grips him tightly.
“Like this, baby?”
Peter can’t help but grind down against Tony as he gasps a broken “Y-yeah, fuck.”
“Language.” Tony’s stern voice made Peter huff.
“What are you gonna do about it, you’re not my dad.” There’s a short pause and Peter’s left eye twitches when he notices Tony’s flushed face. The billionaire clears his throat and collects himself.
“Old enough to be your dad.”
“Don’t ruin the moment, Tony.”
“Then stop reminding me, boy. Now take off my shirt.” Peter chuckles and wiggles his eyebrows before moving to tug at Tony’s shirt.
“Yes, daddy,” he snorts, pretending not to notice Tony shifting. He decides to let it go for now and smiles up as he moves back a bit to create enough space to unbuckle Tony’s belt. His gaze lowers as well as he tries to pull the fabric down. Tony lifts his hips up and kicks it off his feet with Peter’s help. Peter stares at the outline of Tony’s dick through his underwear. He swallows, realizing his mouth is dry, and he licks his lips. He’s been thinking about this for quite some time now, and he finally feels bold enough to straight up ask. He doesn’t look up at Tony, to avoid the piercing gaze of his mentor. Instead, his eyes are locked on what he wants.
“Tony, I… Can I please suck you off? I want to try.”
“Are you sure?” Tony presses his lips on top of each other. “I don’t want you to do anything you’re not certain of.” Peter breathes through his nose, finally daring to look up at Tony, who nearly falls apart at the sight of Peter’s big, doe eyes.
“I want this,” he whispers breathlessly. “Need this.” Tony needs to do everything he can to not grab the boy and fuck him hard, because by god, does this sweet angel deserve it.
“Alright then,” Tony says with a smile. He nods at Peter and looks down at his cock, twitching under the fabric of his underwear. “I’m all yours, Peter.”
Peter licks his lips once more and shuffles back a bit. Leaning forward, he tugs the underwear down and takes a deep breath when he realizes just how close he is to actually doing this. He curls his fingers around the base of Tony’s cock, as always. He gives a few gentle strokes up and down, enjoying the ragged breaths leaving the other man’s lips. He moves closer this time, closer than he’s ever been, and slowly licks at the tip.
The high-pitched moan that he’s met with is the best thing he’s ever heard and he’s going to do anything he can to hear it again. Eagerly, he sucks the head into his mouth now. Tony didn’t expect Peter to go at it so quickly and bucks forward involuntarily, groaning Peter’s name. Peter pulls back, leaving his lips on the tip as he looks up at Tony.
“Am I doing it right?” If Tony could laugh, he would. But shit, he’s so goddamn hard and Peter is so goddamn beautiful and he still can’t believe that someone like Peter would do this for him. Would choose him.
“F-fuck, Peter, yes, you’re doing so well for me, keep going.”
Peter’s dick twitches in his pants at the praise and before his conscious mind gets the chance to make a “Language” joke, his mouth is already wrapped around Tony again. Eager to please, he re-adjusts himself and continues sucking. His eyes close for a second, relishing in how full Tony makes him feel. Though, at the same time, he’s confronted with how empty he is as he clenches around nothing. Peter grips Tony’s hip with his free hand and works hard to remember how Tony made him feel good all those nights. He hollows his cheeks and runs his tongue over the length of the shaft. He whimpers when Tony grabs a fistful of his hair. His own cock twitches against the strain of his jeans.
“Just like that-” Tony sighs as his hips buck again. “So good for me-” Peter nearly loses his mind and works even faster, sucking even harder. He wants every drip of Tony’s come and right now there’s only one way to get it. And he’s going to get it. Whatever it takes. His head bobs up and down and Tony’s breathing starts to become erratic. His moans are like music to Peter and he hums around the shaft, feeling Tony’s cock twitch. Tony’s close. Peter looks up at him again and the man lets out an exasperated sigh at the sight of this sweet, young boy.
“Such a good boy, Peter, fuck, you’re so pretty-AH!” Peter’s eyes roll back in their sockets and he bobs his head automatically at the pet name, the sight and the sensation causing Tony to tip over the edge. “Ffffuck!”
Peter sloppily tries to take it all, but the excess drips down his chin and he pulls back, gasping for air. Tony falls backwards onto the bed, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes.
I did not just say that. Please, tell me I did not just say that.
“Mr. Stark?” The billionaire immediately jolts to sit upright and he could kick himself for feeling his dick twitch again already at the scene in front of him. Peter’s on his butt on the tiled floor, legs bent to either side of him. His hands wiped his face and though they haven’t gotten rid of all of it, most of Tony’s cum is dripping down his fingers. His hair is all over the place and he’s staring at the billionaire with glassy eyes.
“Hey-” Tony gets up to move to his protégé as quickly as he can. He gets on his knees in front of the boy and moves some stray hairs out of his face. “Are you okay?” Peter nods slightly and stares at Tony wide-eyed.
“C-” Peter pauses, seemingly trying to figure out the right way to say what he wants to say. Tony holds his breath. “Can you call me that again?”
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Peter walks into the lab and puts the jar on the table right in front of him. The loud thud has Tony turn around with a hand pressed to his chest and a startled look on his face. When he realizes it’s Peter, he relaxes and raises one eyebrow.
“Jeez, kid, you gotta stop sneaking up on me like that.”
“I’m Spider-Man, remember? Sneaking is my thing.” Peter cocks his head. “Besides, I wasn’t even trying to be quiet this time. How’s your hearing?”
“One more joke about my age and you’re on the couch tonight, you hear me?” Peter puts up a cheeky smile.
“I honestly don’t think you’d want me on the couch tonight once I elaborate on the elephant in the room.” Peter’s fingers tap the lid of the jar. Tony now raises both eyebrows, urging Peter to continue. Peter straightens his back. “The elephant being the- uh. The jar.” Peter clears his throat and Tony laughs softly.
“I got that, kid.”
Tony stands up and saunters towards Peter, resting his hand on top of his lover’s.
“So, what’s with the jar?” Tony smiles wide. A curious gleam makes his eyes shimmer.
Peter puts Tony’s hand on top of the jar, the smug grin on his face causing Tony to narrow his eyes.
“Well, I figured since we found out that… We’re into more than we thought we were- or at least… I am. I mean, you already knew, but. Wait.” Peter pulls his hands back and shakes his head slightly to collect his thoughts. It’s a nervous tick Tony finds all too endearing. As if shaking your head would make your scrambled thoughts re-align again. It works for Peter, and it looks absolutely adorable, so Tony’s not complaining. “What I’m trying to say is, I thought we could write our kinks down on little pieces on paper, put them in here and every time I’m with you we draw one and try it out together?”
“Peter…” It’s Tony’s turn to take his hand off the jar. He moves back a little and takes a deep breath. “That’s a lovely idea, I just… I’m into some weird shit and I don’t want to scare you off. Are you sure you want to dive into that? If we keep it as things are now, I’d love it just as much.”
“So, you don’t want to do any of that with me then?”
“Fuck, Peter, no, I do. I… I do want to do that with you. All of it.” Sinful images of Peter bent in different kinds of positions flash in front of Tony’s face. Tied up. Collared. On his knees. Or desperately getting off by humping Tony’s thighs. Tony can hear it all. The whimpers that would leave Peter’s mouth. The moans. The sighs. Fuck, Tony wants Peter to feel right in all the wrong ways. But it’s not fair on him. He’s never done any of this before. He didn’t even know he liked being called a good boy before last night. This jar thing might speed things up fast. Too fast. And the last thing Tony wants is Peter not wanting him anymore. “But you’re so new to all of this. I don’t want you to feel pressured.”
“I don’t feel pressured. At all.” Peter takes a step towards Tony, forcing the billionaire to look into his eyes to see the resolution. The determination. “I want this.” He wants to explore. And there’s no one he’d rather explore with than Tony. “Please, tell me you want this too. Tell me you want me.”
“Oh, Peter, I want to do so many things with you, you have no idea.” Tony’s hands tangle in Peter’s hair, causing the boy to lean into the touch, closing his eyes. “I want you, and you know that.”
“Good,” Peter whispers before his eyes open and he takes a quick step away from Tony. “Cause I got mine written down.”
Peter reaches for the jar and twists the lid off. He carefully places it on the table and stuffs his hands into his pockets. When he takes them back out, both his hands are stuffed with little pieces of paper. Tony’s eyes go wide. He can’t help but search for any pen lines. Any clue as to what Peter wants to try with him. The number of folded papers makes Tony’s brain short-circuit. Are there really so many things Peter wants to try that they haven’t done yet? Peter’s angelic laugh snaps him out of it.
“No peeking!” Peter smiles as he drops the paper into the jar.
“You’re making this very hard, kid.” Peter glances down at Tony’s crotch with a cheeky grin on his face.
“Or am I making you hard?” A growl escapes Tony’s lips and he pulls Peter towards him.
“Shut up and kiss me.”