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“I still don’t understand this relationship!”
Peter sighed at what Harley had said. They had had this same conversation for the last year, from the minute that Peter moved into this Upper West Side apartment, which Peter couldn’t afford on his own. Harley wanted details about Peter’s love life. Peter understood that it wasn’t usual , this thing he was in, but his best friend always had question after question for him. Deep down, Peter knew that Harley was looking out for him, but Harley really didn’t need to do that. Peter knew what he was doing. He was happy, he was healthy, and he was very well looked after.
“You don’t need to understand it,” Peter replied, stepping out of the closet and looking at his friend, who was sprawled out on his bed. “I’m ok. He’s good to me. That’s all you need to know.”
“ And he’s ridiculously rich,” Harley smirked.
Yes, that was true.
“Ok, yes, but that’s not why I’m with him, and I hope you know that,” Peter said with evident pleading in his eyes. “I know I come from nothing, and now I’m living like this, but it’s really not like that .”
Peter always felt the need to defend himself, on this point. He and Harley had met in high school, and, while Peter was accepted there on an academic scholarship, Harley came from money… A LOT of money. Although his last name on paper was Keener, Harley should really be named Harley Stark. Yes, those Stark’s. Harley was the son of Tony Stark, but he’d just kept his birth mom’s last name. Despite Peter’s and Harley’s huge differences, they were also very similar, and they had connected on such a wild level that they were best friends almost immediately.
When they were at school, they almost forgot that their upbringings were complete contrasts. It was only when they left the school grounds that it really showed. Peter went home by bus to a small apartment in Queens, while Harley was picked up by a driver and taken to the Upper East Side. Harley splurged on expensive lunches, while Peter’s was in a paper bag in his backpack. However, despite these differences, their friendship thrived and was still continuing after high school and throughout college.
“I know it’s not,” Harley reassured, sitting up and swinging his legs off the bed. “I know you’re not that kind of person.”
Peter smiled into the mirror, seeing Harley behind him, before starting to try and fix his hair. “I love him, Harls, I really do.”
Harley nodded. “I can tell. I just don’t understand how you can.”
“He’s the best person in the world,” Peter said, mooning over his man with a dreamy look crossing his features.
“Is he, though?” Harley drawled. “I mean, he’s married, he has kids, he’s told you outright that he’s never gonna leave his family, and that he can only come to see you in your apartment, but only when he is actually available for you. I mean come on, Peter, when was the last time you saw him?”
Peter sighed. “Three months ago,” Peter confirmed. “Face-to-face, anyway. We talk on the phone all the time, and he video calls as much as he can.”
“And how long is he staying for this time?” Harley asked.
Peter sighed again. “Only tonight. He has his family, and… well, you know…” Peter looked at Harley and instantly turned away, hating the judgemental look that his best friend had. “I just… I love him so much. He is everything I could ever want in a man.”
“But you probably could have found it in your own man, not someone else’s,” Harley chided.
Peter winced. He knew that what he was doing was wrong. He knew about the wife, and he knew exactly who she was. Peter knew the family too, but that didn’t stop him from falling for the wrong man. He couldn’t help becoming what he was... A kept man, left high in the tower, and available whenever his man wanted him. Between family time, work, and business trips, Peter hadn’t ever spent more than a couple of consecutive days with his boyfriend, and there was always at least a month between visits.
“I wish I had. I really wish I had, but no one is like him. He… He is the only one that sees me, loves me, and cares for me, just for being me. I know I only see him a few times, but that is enough .” Peter sat down at his dressing table and swiveled around to face Harley. “I know I shouldn’t be happy with this arrangement. In the beginning, I wasn’t. Did I want to be taken out on dates? Yes. Did I want to be able to walk down the sidewalk holding his hand? Of course. Did I want to be able to see and kiss him whenever I felt like it? You’re damn right I did, and I still do. But I can’t have those things. Not without completely destroying a family, and I can’t do that.”
Harley’s mouth opened, definitely to scold Peter’s way of thinking like Harley always did, but Peter cut him off and kept talking.
“I know, I know. I already am destroying a family, but, as long as it stays quiet, no one truly gets hurt.” Peter sighed and leaned back against the table, thinking over his weak excuses. “I feel terrible about what I’m doing, I really do, but I love him, and I want to be with him. If this is the only way that it can happen… I can deal with it. He’s it for me. The one . He’s my forever.”
Harley shook his head. “You’re happy to never go out in public with him. You’re honestly happy to know that you will always come second to his family?”
Peter nodded. “I am.”
“I really don’t get it, but I want you to be happy, Pete. I love you so much, and I don’t want you to get hurt. I don’t want you to be limiting yourself for someone else.”
“I know, but I’m not. I am the happiest I’ve ever been, and I know he will keep me happy forever. And I love you too, by the way.”
Harley got up off the bed and crouched in front of Peter, joining their hands. “At least, let me meet him, this time. Let me speak to him, so that I know he’s genuine.”
Peter shook his head. “I can’t. He’s… He’s well-known, and anyone - even you - knowing who he is would pose a risk to his entire life. I just… I need you to trust me, ok?”
Harley didn’t answer straight away, as if he were weighing up his options. He could just refuse to leave, but then Peter would probably cancel his date and would definitely resent Harley for that. Especially because Harley knew that Peter probably wouldn’t see his boyfriend for a while after this. Harley could also hide out somewhere, but he knew that, if he was caught, he’d lose his best friend forever.
Eventually, Harley nodded. “I trust you.”
Peter grinned and wrapped his arms around Harley. “Thank you. I hate hiding stuff from you, and I try to tell you everything that I can, but I…”
“I know. I guess I should head out. He’s gonna be here soon, right?” Harley asked, standing back up.
“Yeah,” Peter agreed, standing from the stool that he was seated on. “So… before you go… How do I look?” he asked, holding his arms out to the side.
Harley’s eyes moved over Peter, taking in his outfit; a fitted, white shirt that was underneath a corset-style waistcoat, and black slacks that looked like they were painted on. “Looks like you’re gonna give the old man a heart attack,” Harley grinned.
“Hey!” Peter exclaimed, slapping Harley on the arm. “He’s not that old!”
“He’s in his fifties,” Harley countered. “My dad is in his fifties, and he’s old.”
Peter rolled his eyes and pushed Harley out of the bedroom. With one last hug at the front door, Harley left, and Peter closed the door, leaning back against it and letting out a deep sigh. Guilt gnawed through him at having to lie to Harley like this. He hated it, but his love for his boyfriend was stronger than anything else. Peter shook himself and pushed off of the door, he needed to get himself out of this funk quickly. Peter had about 20 minutes before his boyfriend arrived, and there was no way that he was letting anything ruin this night.
In order to take his mind off of everything, he moved into the kitchen and checked on the food that had been prepared for them. It was on the warmer, already plated up and waiting for Peter to carry to the table. This was what they did. Despite being in Peter’s apartment, this was date night. They always had dinner together, so that they could really catch up. It was what happened after dinner that was always different. Sometimes, they watched a movie, and other times, they headed straight to the bedroom. Either way, their time together was incredible, and it was all that Peter needed.
Happy with how everything was, Peter moved into the dining room to set the table. The maid offered to do it when she had been there earlier, but Peter liked to do this part himself. He wasn’t super domestic, by any stretch, so doing this small thing made him feel better. It was something that he was actually doing. He put his everything into it each time, and he always tried to make sure that it looked a little different compared to the last time. He was meticulous, and doing this was exactly what he needed to get rid of the nervous anticipation thrumming through him, tangling with the guilt that he tried to push down.
Just as he was triple checking the placemats and cutlery, Peter heard keys in the lock. His need for perfection quickly changed into a need to see his man, and he left the room, moving as quickly as he could without running, so that he could be in the entryway when the door opened. He was usually already there, but he had been in his head more than usual. Peter slid across the wood floors and came to a surprisingly elegant stop, just in time to see his man pressing the door closed. As soon as his boyfriend turned around, like every time Peter saw him, Peter’s heart hammered in his chest and his mouth went dry.
Tony Stark.
Yes… Peter was in love with his best friend’s dad.
*
Peter could never forget the first time that he met Tony. He had been 14, and Harley had practically dragged Peter home with him, so that they could do their homework together somewhere other than the library. Peter had been in awe of the penthouse that Harley lived in - Harley’s bedroom was the size of his and May’s entire apartment! - but Harley was so chill and so great to Peter that it was easy to forget that they were leagues apart. They had been working in Harley’s room for a few hours, when the door opened and Tony leaned against the door jam, looking so effortlessly sexy that Peter forgot his own name.
Tony had been Peter’s gay awakening.
Although he had a crush on his best friend’s dad, Peter had been sure that it would go nowhere. These kinds of things happened all the time, and it was nothing. He tried not to think about it, continuing to spend all of his time with Harley, but he couldn’t get the man off his mind. It didn’t help that, despite being away on business trips every so often, Tony was an attentive father. If Tony was in the city, he would always make it home for dinner, which Peter was invited to stay for, especially once Harley’s mom found out that May worked until late, meaning that Peter would normally be eating alone.
Things got worse for Peter, when Tony started to offer Peter a ride home in the evenings. Peter always tried to protest - the subway was quicker than trying to drive out of Manhattan - but Tony always insisted, citing that it would put his mind to rest knowing that Peter was safe. It made Peter’s heart swell, but he knew that it was only because Tony was a parent and wouldn’t let a child travel alone at night.
At first, the drives were awkward, but, as time went on, Tony pulled Peter into conversations. He listened to Peter’s ideas, asked Peter for his opinion on things, he appreciated Peter’s mind, and he didn’t treat Peter like some kid in school. The man was magnetic. Months turned into years, and Peter’s crush turned into what he could only describe as his first love; unrequited, but still there. These feelings kept growing, but Peter tried to push them down as much as he could. Tony never showed any interest in Peter romantically. Why would he? Tony was happily married.
Peter knew that, once he was at college – when he wouldn’t have to see Tony as often, and he could date properly– he would forget Tony, so he didn’t worry too much about it. He would get over Tony and everything would be fine.
A few days after their graduation, Harley threw a huge party because his mom and dad were both out of town for meetings, so he had a free house, and invited their entire class over. The music was loud, everyone was hammered, and they were all so lost in the party that it wasn’t until the music suddenly switched off that anyone noticed that Tony had returned home. He quickly broke up the party, and, as Peter was trying to sneak out with the rest of the crowd, Peter felt a hand on his shoulder.
“Uh uh, not you,” Tony spoke, turning Peter around.
Harley was passed out on the sofa, and, even though Peter was confused about what was happening, he struggled to hold in his giggle. As they got to the stairs, Peter stumbled and Tony caught him around the waist before pulling him up and holding Peter against his body. Drunk Peter let out a whine, feeling more of Tony than he ever had, and he didn’t seem to care.
When Tony started to lead Peter up the stairs, Peter’s brain finally kicked in. “Um… Mr. Stark, sir,” he mumbled, “my house is that way.” Peter swung around and almost launched himself back down the stairs, had it not been for Tony’s arms around him.
“No, sweetheart, you’re staying here tonight.” When Peter looked up at Tony with a confused look on his face, Tony continued, “I’m not letting you out on the streets in this state, and I can’t leave Harley here while I take you home, so you’re gonna sleep this off in the guest room.”
Peter staggered along with Tony, who led them to the room that Peter frequented whenever he spent the night. As soon as the door was open, Peter extracted himself from Tony and ran as fast as he could to leap onto the bed with a laugh. All of a sudden, Peter felt a hand on his ankle, and his shoe was being removed. Once the other shoe was taken off, Peter rolled over and looked up at Tony with a dreamy grin.
“Thank you for always looking after me,” Peter slurred.
“Someone has to, when you don’t look after yourself,” Tony joked, taking a seat on the edge of the bed; his hip brushed against Peter’s.
Peter frowned. “I just wanted to have some fun.”
“I know, sweetheart, but you still have to be careful,” Tony advised.
“Why? I have you to do that for me,” Peter grinned, reaching out and grasping Tony’s hand.
Peter’s drunk brain seemed to be controlling his body. He knew that he shouldn’t be touching Tony like this, no matter how innocent, but he couldn’t bring himself to pull away. Especially, when Tony’s thumb started gently brushing over his knuckles. That small movement seemed to push Peter’s brain to being more brazen as he sat up. Without a thought, Peter leaned in and kissed Tony. It was only a small peck on the lips, but it was exactly what Peter needed.
Peter didn’t pull back completely as his nose brushed against Tony’s, and Peter let out a dreamy sigh. “Goodnight, Mr. Stark.”
Peter didn’t wait to listen to anything that Tony could have possibly had to say after that, and he promptly passed out on the bed. When he woke up the next afternoon, it was to a pounding headache and a vague memory of the night before. The only thing that he concluded was that he could feign ignorance and completely deny anything. Tony wouldn’t know whether he really remembered it.
The awkwardness that Peter felt grew tenfold, when Tony told Peter that he would take him home. Tony never mentioned the night before, for which Peter was thankful. Peter did, however, begin to notice a change. Tony’s previously brief touches started to linger, and their conversations became more personal, until the moment that it all came to a head, weeks later, when Tony brought it up. In his panic, Peter started to babble apologies that were mixed into vague denials, none of which really made any sense.
Instead of calming Peter down with his words, Tony silenced Peter with his own lips. Peter froze, for a moment, as his brain took a bit to catch up, not believing what was happening. As Tony’s lips moved against his, instead of retreating, Peter’s body relaxed, and he returned the kiss, opening up for Tony’s tongue to explore. They kissed for what felt like forever. Peter was in heaven. He had no idea what was going on, but he would never forget this moment.
Then, Tony pulled back and brushed his thumb over Peter’s spit-slick bottom lip.
“I don’t understand,” Peter whispered, breaking the silence. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Tony’s.
“Me either,” Tony admitted, “but I don’t want to stop.”
Tony and Peter explored this new aspect to their relationship, in secret, of course. Over the years, it became love. It wasn’t conventional, but it was everything that Peter could ever dream of and more.
*
A chuckle broke Peter away from his walk down memory lane, watching Tony’s face break into his wide grin. The sight made Peter forget about the guilt that he should be feeling. They both strode toward each other, and, once Peter was wrapped in Tony’s arms, the only thing that mattered in the world was the two of them. This was how it always was. As soon as they were together, Peter’s mind cut out the rest of the world. Tony was his . Tony didn’t have a family, out there. Peter was Tony’s family. For a few stolen moments, Peter was the only person that Tony was concentrating on.
“I missed you so much, sweetheart,” Tony spoke into Peter’s hair, finally breaking the silence.
“I missed you too,” Peter replied. He lifted his head and gave Tony a sweet smile. “I’m so happy you’re here with me.”
Tony ran his fingers through Peter’s hair. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”
“I love you,” Peter whispered.
“I love you too.”
With that, Tony leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Peter’s lips. Just the gentlest of touches that had Peter completely melting into the man. Right now, he needed the gentle, loving man that he was enamored with that included all of the caresses, hand holding, and cuddles. The passion was under the surface, but they had all night to get there. Their love wasn’t just sex, it was so much more, and, while they had such a short space of time to be together, they’d get to everything, they always did. The lust could wait until later. It would simmer on the edges of their evening at a low boil that would gradually rise, until it finally would come to a head, and they’d be lost in each other’s bodies.
Tony smiled at Peter, reveling in the doting look that was across his boyfriend’s face. “Something smells great,” he said.
“Come on,” Peter said, pulling away from their embrace and lacing their fingers together. “Let me get you a drink, and then I’ll finish off dinner.”
Peter led Tony to the table and let the man sit in his seat, before heading to the wet bar to fix Tony’s drink. He could feel the man’s eyes on his ass, and he knew that his outfit was the perfect choice. Tony liked it when he could blatantly see every part of Peter’s body. Tony wanted to see every line, curve, and plane of Peter. Peter might as well be naked, with how Tony was looking at him.
When Peter returned, he held out the glass for Tony, which Tony took and placed down on the table before he gripped Peter’s hips and pulled Peter between his open thighs. Instantly, Tony’s hands roamed over Peter’s body; over the curve of his ass and up his back, then he trailed along the boning of the corset. He pressed what he could of their bodies together, breathing Peter in.
“It feels as though you want to postpone dinner,” Peter breathed, feeling himself harden in his pants from being pressed up against Tony for the first time in months.
“Feels as though you do, too,” Tony smirked.
Drink and dinner forgotten, domestic bliss pushed to the back of their minds as Tony stood and dragged Peter in for a filthy kiss. Their need for each other outweighed the peacefulness from minutes before. Peter eagerly opened himself up for Tony, accepting the man’s tongue into his mouth. Peter pushed up onto his toes and tightly wrapped himself around Tony, not allowing a single millimeter of space between them. Tony’s hands cupped Peter’s ass, pulling him closer, as if he wanted to press right through Peter, then groaned into the kiss as their cocks brushed against each other.
As Tony rocked their hips together, he moved one hand down the center of Peter’s ass, pressing his fingers exactly where he knew Peter’s hole was, and against the tight fabric that was keeping him from his goal. In his eagerness,Tony’s fingers came into contact with something that he hadn’t been expecting.
“Hmmm,” he hummed against Peter’s lips. “Are you wearing a new accessory for me?” he asked, pressing a little harder.
Peter pulled Tony back in for another kiss, nodding as he mewled into Tony’s mouth in desperation. He wanted - no, needed - their clothes gone. He needed to feel Tony’s skin on his own, and Tony’s hands on his bare skin. He needed it more than breathing.
Without breaking the kiss, Tony turned them and lifted Peter to sit on the table. Peter squealed as the plug pressed right against his prostate, but Tony didn’t relent in his attack of Peter’s mouth. Wine glasses clattered, and cutlery was strewn over the floor as Tony swatted it out of the way. They continued to kiss, while Tony stood between Peter’s spread legs. Peter, desperate for more, pushed Tony’s jacket from his shoulders, and they both uncaringly let it drop to the floor. Peter’s fingers trailed over Tony’s chest, feeling for the buttons, which he then started to pop open. As soon as it was all the way done, Peter pulled the shirt out from Tony’s pants and pushed it off. Once Tony’s skin was bared, Peter’s hands roamed over every part that he could, mapping out the man that he knew so well.
Tony broke the kiss when Peter’s fingers brushed over his nipples. “Fuck, baby, I can’t get enough of you,” Tony groaned.
Peter responded by pulling Tony back in for a kiss and tangling his fingers in Tony’s hair. Peter tightened his legs around Tony’s waist, and he scooted himself closer to the edge of the table, further locking them together. Peter pulled back from Tony’s lips and started to trail kisses and nips over Tony’s jaw and down his neck. As Peter did this, Tony reached between them and started to unbuckle his belt, making Peter moan loudly as the back of Tony’s hand ground against his cock.
“I’ve always thought about fucking you on this table,” Tony admitted as he popped the button of his pants.
“Another time,” Peter panted. “I want you in the bed.” Peter kissed Tony hard. “I need you to fuck me into the mattress.”
Never one to deny Peter, Tony stepped back and grabbed Peter’s hand, pulling him off of the table. Peter stumbled as Tony dragged him down the hall. The heat from Tony’s hand in his, and the friction of his tight pants on his cock, forced a moan from Peter. As soon as Tony heard the sound, he stopped walking and slammed Peter against the wall, claiming his lips in a dominating kiss. Peter clutched at Tony tight enough to almost bruise. Tony’s body pressed Peter into the wall, so hard that it should have been painful, but Peter’s desire took over completely as it shuddered through his body.
Wrenching his mouth from Tony’s, Peter gasped. Tony didn’t stop, though, attacking Peter’s neck with his lips, tongue, and teeth. Peter had been about to speak, but every word died on his lips as his mind went blank, and he surrendered to everything that Tony was giving him.
“T-Tony,” Peter gasped. “This isn’t the bedroom.”
Tony lifted his head and looked down at Peter. “You’re right.” He stepped back and pulled Peter with him before pushing Peter in front of him and landed a swat to Peter’s ass. “Off you go, sweetheart. Go stand at the end of the bed.”
Peter hurried off, with Tony hot on his heels, and, once in the bedroom, he came to a stop exactly where Tony wanted him. Peter didn’t turn around, as he heard the door click shut. His breath quickened as he heard Tony’s footsteps get closer, and he shivered when he felt Tony’s barely-there touch down his back. Peter held in his whimper, when Tony didn’t touch him anymore and moved to the bed. Tony removed his shoes and socks, before he sat on the bed. He reclined in the most mouth watering way, with his pants still hanging open, and Tony smirked at Peter.
“You look perfect, baby,” Tony praised. “I love how you get all dressed up for me, just to throw it all over this floor.”
“Anything for you,” Peter breathed.
“I know, love, I know.” Tony took a moment to really take Peter in as his eyes roamed appraisingly over every inch of him. Peter was trembling, as though Tony’s gaze was physically touching him and caressing his body exactly how Tony’s hands would. “Strip for me, baby.”
While Peter wanted to rip his own clothes from his body, he knew that wasn’t what Tony really wanted. The only time these things happened quickly between them was when Tony was the one removing the clothes. As the audience, Tony wanted Peter to take his time and peel his clothes off slowly . It was agony for Peter, but the way that Tony worshiped him after was so worth it.
Peter toed off his shoes and socks, kicking them out of the way, then he skimmed his hands over his torso and came to stop at the top of the waistcoat. Peter watched as Tony’s eyes followed his every movement, unfastening each hook of the corset. One by one, Tony’s eyes moved lower, and the heat in those eyes continued to grow. Once he was done, Peter did the same again with his shirt, until it was pooled around his ankles, and he went to his belt.
As he slipped his belt from the loops, Peter watched Tony lick his lips. He could see the twitch in Tony’s fingers, as though he wanted to be the one to remove Peter’s pants himself - honestly, Peter wouldn’t have complained about that - but, instead, Tony’s hand went into his own pants. Gripping his cock over his boxers, Tony squeezed just enough to give himself a little relief.
With his bottom lip between his teeth at the sight, Peter popped the button of his pants and agonizingly slowly dragged the zipper down. In the silence of the room, the sound of each of the zipper’s teeth was deafening. Tony’s hand stopped moving as he waited, holding his breath; waiting for the final reveal. Not wanting to give Tony exactly what he wanted to see, Peter turned around and looked coyly over his shoulder at Tony. When their eyes connected, Peter saw that Tony had sat up a little, with Tony's cock completely forgotten, and a look in his eyes as though he was about to leap off the bed and finish the job himself.
Winking at Tony, Peter slowly peeled his pants and underwear down. As the fabric moved over the swell of his ass, Peter bent at the waist and gave Tony a full view of the plug that was nestled between his cheeks. They didn’t use toys often, and, even though Peter loved when Tony took his time and opened him up for his cock, it had been too long. Peter was feeling impatient.
Peter stepped out of his pants, and, by the time he had kicked them to the side, Tony was off the bed and pushing Peter into the wall. It was only Peter’s hands being held out that stopped him from hitting the wall too hard . Gone was the Tony who wanted it slow. The unbridled desire had taken over, and Peter gasped when Tony’s teeth clamped down on his shoulder. Tony sucked a bruise into Peter’s skin before his lips moved over Peter’s back and slowly lower; moved down Peter’s spine, until he reached Peter’s ass.
Peter looked over his shoulder, and he almost came just from what he could see. Tony was still mostly dressed and staring at Peter's ass like it was the one thing that he needed to survive. For a moment, all Tony did was just kneeling and staring, but Peter wanted more, so he arched his back to press his ass closer to Tony’s face.
Tony growled and tightly grabbed Peter’s hips, biting one of Peter’s ass cheeks. “Fuck, Peter,” Tony groaned, sinking his teeth into the other cheek. “You don’t know what you do to me.”
“Why don’t you show me?” Peter goaded, knowing exactly how Tony would react.
The plug was quickly pressed deeper into Peter, making him cry out as it brushed against his prostate. Needing to hear more from Peter, Tony pulled the plug out, until only the small tip was left in, before pushing it back in and slowly fucking Peter with it, making Peter’s knees shake. They had barely begun, but Peter was already begging . Begging Tony to go faster, to go deeper, to give Peter his cock already, and everything that was in Peter’s mind as it fell from his lips. He couldn’t stop it as the drag of the plug continued.
Tony hummed as he watched Peter’s hole stretch and cling onto the plug, as if it were trying to drag it back in every time that Tony almost pulled it out. No matter how much he wanted to be inside Peter, Tony took his time and enjoyed the babbling mess that Peter was becoming.
After all the teasing, Tony licked his lips and finally started to speed up his movements, fucking the plug into Peter harder and faster; the fat base caught on Peter’s rim with every thrust. Tony couldn’t take his eyes off of Peter’s ass, and he heard the thump when Peter dropped his head against the wall.
“Too much, honey?” Tony asked softly.
“N-no, I-” Peter gasped. “I need… I wanna cum, please, let me cum.”
“Already?” Tony crooned. “Oh, baby, you wanna cum for me?”
“YES!” Peter cried out. “Please!”
Without saying anything else, Tony reached around Peter’s body and wrapped his hand around Peter’s neglected cock. It was rock hard and dripping, and Tony could tell that it wouldn’t take much to tip Peter over the edge. With both hands working in tandem, Tony stroked Peter and continued to fuck the plug into him, leaning forward to lave attention over Peter’s ass. He licked, kissed, and bit whatever parts of Peter that he could reach, and it only took a few more well-placed thrusts of the plug to have Peter shaking as his cum splattered over the wall.
Tony released his hold on Peter’s cock and pulled the plug from his body, dropping it on the floor. Peter’s legs were trembling, and, before Peter could drop to the floor, Tony grabbed onto Peter’s waist and steadied him. However, instead of giving Peter time to recover, Tony leaned in and buried his face between Peter’s cheeks. Peter screamed as Tony’s tongue plunged into his stretched hole, and pleas for mercy spilling from him. Peter was obviously over-sensitive, but Tony didn’t relent, seeking to eat Peter out like a starved man. Thanks to the plug, Peter was already stretched out enough for Tony’s cock, but the man hadn’t tasted Peter or had that ass in his face in far too long, Tony couldn’t resist getting Peter on his tongue.
Once the initial shock had died down, Peter let out a long, drawn-out moan, and reached behind to tangle his fingers in Tony’s hair. Tony groaned as Peter pulled, dragging Tony’s movements and rocking Peter’s hips; effectively, riding Tony’s face. With Peter taking some of the control, Tony allowed himself to be used exactly how Peter wanted. Tony reached to yank his pants and underwear down, just enough for his cock to spring out, and wrapped his hand around his cock. Tony shuddered as a wave of pleasure and relief thrummed through him. He had been enjoying himself too much, and concentrating on Peter’s pleasure, which meant that he had completely forgotten about himself and his own needs.
As Peter’s movements got more erratic – his sounds emulating the best porn stars around as he fucked himself on Tony’s lips and tongue with reckless abandon – Tony reached into his pants pocket and pulled out the bottle of lube that he had put there whilst Peter had been undressing. He easily flipped the cap, and, not caring exactly how much he used, squirted it into his palm and slicked up his cock. Preparing himself, he could feel Peter’s hole fluttering around his tongue, and he could tell that Peter was close to a second orgasm.
Tony wiped his lube-covered hand on his pants and reached up to hold Peter’s wrist. As he untangled Peter’s fingers from his hair, Tony pulled back, which made Peter whine.
“Fuck, Tony, I… I was right there ,” Peter whimpered.
Standing up far quicker than strictly possible for a man of his age, Tony crowded Peter and lined his cock up with Peter’s hole. “I know, baby, but the next time you cum will be on my cock.”
Tony slammed home, and they both moaned loudly at finally being joined in the deepest way possible. Tony didn’t wait for Peter to get accustomed to him, not for a single breath, as he pulled back and started hammering into Peter. With all of the build up, Tony knew that he wouldn’t be able to last much longer, and he was determined to get Peter to cum once more before this round was over. He gripped Peter’s hips tightly and pulled Peter back onto his cock, pounding their bodies together hard enough to leave bruises.
Peter pushed off the wall, wrapping his arms behind him and around Tony’s neck, which caused his back to arch and gave Tony a new angle to batter into his prostate. Both men were covered in sweat, groaning and panting as they lost themselves in chasing their pleasure. Peter started to rock his hips backward as Tony thrust forward, creating a pace that had their movements becoming more and more forceful.
“Fuck, I love this ass of yours,” Tony panted. “So fucking tight. Pulling me in… Fuck, baby. I’m so close. Are you gonna cum on my cock?”
“Yes! Fuck, I… I wanna cum on your cock!” Peter cried. “I’m gonna… Tony, I’m gonna cum.”
Peter’s back arched painfully as he came. He let go of the hold that he had on Tony, going almost boneless as he flopped forward, just able to stop his fall against the wall with his hands.
Tony continued to fuck into Peter, taking the most of his weight as Tony chased his own orgasm. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he groaned, The clenching of Peter’s ass continued to drag him closer to the edge. “Squeeze my cock, milk me fucking dry!”
“Tony…” Peter whimpered. “Cum for me, fill me up. Fuck, I need it, I need your cum inside me, please!” Peter begged.
It was exactly what Tony needed to hear as he finally released and pumped his load inside of Peter’s ass. As he came down from his high, Tony dropped forward and pressed one hand against the wall, while the other hand held Peter up the best he could manage. The both of them were breathing heavily, and neither of them were able to move from their current position. Even when Tony’s softened cock slipped from Peter’s hole, cum dribbling down Peter’s thighs, the two of them only groaned.
As Tony pressed open-mouthed kisses over Peter’s shoulders, Peter giggled. “We never made it to the bed.”
“Well, round two most certainly will,” Tony replied. “I wanna lay back on those sheets and watch you ride me.”
Peter moaned. His ass clenched, and he pushed more cum out of his hole. “After a nap?” he gently asked.
Tony nodded against Peter’s shoulder. “After a nap,” he agreed.
After staggering to the bed, completely filthy, and having a quick power nap, they woke up and fucked through the night in every way possible. They ate the dinner in bed that they had forgotten about, before fucking again, until they passed out some time before dawn.
The sound of Tony’s hushed conversation is what roused Peter from his sleep. When his eyes fluttered against the light and fully opened, Peter turned his head to see Tony, fully dressed, and standing by the window, looking out over the city. He had his phone to his ear, and, from what Tony was saying, Peter could tell that the man was on the phone with his wife. Knowing this, Peter kept as quiet as he could as he reached for his own phone, which he’d left on the nightstand. As the screen flicked to life, Peter had to hold in a gasp. It was 11 A.M. Tony was supposed to be gone. He was supposed to be home with his family. In all this time that they had been seeing each other, Tony had never once stayed longer than planned. What had changed?
“Ok, I’ll be home soon,” Tony said. “Love you too.” Tony put his phone in his pocket and turned, giving Peter a blinding smile at seeing that he was awake. “Hey there, sleepyhead,” Tony crooned as he walked back to the bed. He perched on the edge and leaned in for a kiss. “I guess I tired you out last night, huh?”
The smug look on Tony’s face would have annoyed Peter, if it had been anyone else wearing it, but it was Tony, so it added to the man’s charm. Besides, the smugness was well-deserved. Tony had fucked Peter six ways to Sunday, and Peter didn’t even remember Tony cleaning him up because he had literally passed out with his final orgasm.
“What are you still doing here?” Peter softly asked.
Tony reached up and cupped Peter’s cheek. “I didn’t want to go without saying goodbye, and you looked so peaceful sleeping there… I couldn’t bring myself to wake you.”
“But you needed to go,” Peter fretted.
“I don’t need to do anything that I don’t want to do,” Tony contested. “I wanted to stay, so that I could look into those gorgeous eyes of yours just a little longer.”
“What about…”
“You don’t need to worry about anything,” Tony cut in, knowing what Peter was about to say. “Delays happen all the time. It’s nothing.”
“Are you sure?” Peter nervously asked.
“Positive,” Tony confirmed. “Now, how about one more round, so that you can really remember me every time you sit down?”
Peter felt his ass clench at the thought of being filled one last time. He was stretched loose and completely ready for whatever Tony was willing to give him. Peter pulled Tony’s tie out from inside his vest and dragged the man into a filthy kiss. Tony kicked off his shoes and turned so that he could cover Peter’s body with his own, pressing Peter into the mattress. Their kiss quickly became heated, knowing that this wasn’t the time for the slow lovemaking that they had had a few hours ago. No, they were on a time crunch, and Peter desperately needed to feel Tony one last time before the man would leave again. It would be at least a couple of weeks, so Peter would take as much as he could.
They were so lost in each other that they didn’t hear the movement downstairs… or the voice calling out Peter’s name. Peter was too busy removing Tony’s clothes to hear the footsteps coming toward the bedroom door. It wasn’t until the bedroom door opened that the pair broke the kiss, staring at the unexpected guest striding in.
“Hey, Pete, my dad hasn’t made it home yet, so I thought I’d come see you. I know you’re usually a little delicate after seeing your geriatric boyfriend.”
Peter and Tony stared wide-eyed at Harley, who had walked in with his eyes still trained on his phone, typing as he spoke.
“Pete?” When Harley didn’t get a response, he finally looked up and stared, slack jawed. “ Dad ?”
Tony lifted himself off of Peter, who tried to cover himself with the sheets.
“Listen, Harley, I can explain…” Peter began.
“What the fuck…” Harley breathed. It only took a brief pause for Harley’s confusion to manifest into anger. “YOU’RE FUCKING MY DAD!?”