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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Spider-Man:_Homecoming_(2017), Marvel_Cinematic_Universe
  Relationship:
      Peter_Parker/Tony_Stark
  Character:
      Peter_Parker, Tony_Stark
  Additional Tags:
      Praise_Kink, Age_Difference
  Series:
      Part 3 of oh_the_thrill_of_control
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-21 Words: 1824
****** sugar bring it home ******
by angelsaves
Summary
     Peter shows up at Tony's lab, for real, in person. It's going down.
Notes
     betaed by the delightful pageleaf!
     title, as usual, from "sugar daddy"
Peter opens the door to Tony's lab at the Avengers' compound quietly, but not
sneakily. Tony doesn't react, his back to Peter, just keeps working on whatever
he's doing. Step by step, Peter comes closer, until he's almost close enough to
touch.
"Hi," he says, and Tony jumps and whirls around.
"Kid! What --" Tony stops and rubs his forehead. "When did you get here? I was
going to send a car."
"You did," Peter reminds him. "Happy dropped me off."
"Oh," Tony says. "Good." He's staring at Peter's mouth.
Awesome, Peter thinks. Two steps take him right up into Tony's space. They're
about the same height, their faces close together, and Tony looks so good that
Peter can't resist any longer. He fists his hands in Tony's shirt, yanks him
close, and kisses him hard.
It's incredible. Tony's mouth is hot and surprisingly soft, in spite of the
scrape of stubble, and he opens it right away for Peter, letting him take
charge of the kiss. The sense of power is a head rush.
Peter pulls away to bury his face in Tony's neck. "You smell good," he mumbles.
Tony laughs, stroking Peter's hair. "I smell like machine oil and coffee," he
corrects him.
"Like I said, good." Peter decides to try nibbling his neck; he tastes good,
too.
"C'mon, back up here," Tony says, touching the side of Peter's face. Peter
does, kissing him again, reveling in actually being here with Tony, touching
him without a barrier between them. He can feel Tony's boner, too, hard against
his thigh.
"I want," Peter says, rubbing up against Tony, gasping into his mouth, "I want
to do everything with you."
Tony's hands are hovering just above Peter's lower back, close enough to feel
the heat; Peter grabs them and plants them firmly on his ass, and they both
groan. "Jesus, kid, are you sure?"
Peter bites Tony's lower lip, and he yelps. "Don't ask me if I'm sure," Peter
says. "I'm here, aren't I?"
"You certainly are," Tony says, almost reverently.
"So don't second-guess me."
Tony's eyes are very dark. "I won't, kid," he says.
"Good." Peter kisses him again, a little gentler this time. Tony squeezes his
ass, pulling him closer, rubbing their dicks together in a crazy-hot rush of
friction that makes Peter tingle all the way to his toes.
"Oh, God," Tony says, breaking the kiss with a wet sound. "Do you want to make
me come in my pants like I'm a kid again? Is that what you want?"
"Yeah, maybe." Peter grinds against him a little harder, making him gasp. "Or -
- no. I'd rather see you naked."
"What, here? We'll scandalize the AIs," Tony jokes weakly.
"Wherever," Peter says, tugging at his shirt, trying to reach bare skin. "I'm
not picky."
"At least -- I have a cot down here." Tony bats Peter's hands away. "You're
ridiculous. Come on."
"Have you had sex on it before?" Peter inquires innocently.
"No," Tony says. "I've jerked off on it a hell of a lot, though." He leads
Peter to the far corner of the room, where there's a cot next to some built-in
shelves. The sheets are rumpled.
"Oh yeah? Were you thinking about me?" Peter hopes so. He likes the idea of
making Tony's jerk-off fantasies come true.
"Was I -- are you kidding?" Tony cuffs the back of his head. "Gorgeous jailbait
with an incredible mind, who's nonetheless inexplicably into me? Yes, I thought
about you. What kind of question is that?"
Peter grins. "I'm gorgeous, huh?"
"Fishing for compliments?" Tony sits down on the edge of the cot, and Peter
sits next to him, pressing their thighs together.
"Yes," Peter says. "Tell me I'm pretty."
"God, you're pretty." Tony traces the curve of his lower lip with one finger.
"Thanks." Peter licks his fingertip, then laughs. "Are you going to let me take
your clothes off yet?"
"No," Tony says. "That always ends up awkward, and I hate feeling awkward. But
I'll take them off myself."
"That's fine," Peter says magnanimously. He turns to face Tony, leaning back on
one arm. "Go ahead."
"If you insist." Tony pulls his shirt off over his head, quickly, like ripping
off a Bandaid. His torso is thickly muscled, with a painful-looking scar where
the arc reactor must have been.
Peter reaches out, stopping just before his fingers touch skin. "Can I?" he
asks.
"Kid, you can do whatever you want to me," Tony says.
He lets his fingertips skim over the scar tissue, then the unmarked skin next
to it, and Tony shudders. Peter does it again, a little more firmly; this time,
Tony leans into the touch like a lonely bodega cat. "I will," Peter says
belatedly.
"Yeah?" Tony's mouth is open a little, like he can't believe this is happening,
and Peter has to kiss him, licking past his lips and sucking on his tongue,
digging his fingertips into the muscles of Tony's chest.
His dick is starting to be a pretty urgent situation, and a quick grope tells
him that Tony's is, too. "Come on, take your pants off already," he says,
fiddling with the fly of Tony's khakis with one hand.
"Okay, okay!" Tony scoots back a few inches, out of easy reach, then undoes his
pants and shucks them and his fancy black boxer-briefs. "What, are you just
going to leave me like this?"
"I might," Peter says. He gets off the cot and leans down over Tony, slowly
pushing him onto his back. "You said I could do whatever I wanted."
"Yeah, I did," Tony says. He trails the backs of his fingers down Peter's back,
from the nape of his neck to the hem of his T-shirt. "Do I get to register a
preference, though?"
Peter pretends to think it over, but really just enjoys staring into Tony's
eyes for a moment. "Yeah, I'll allow that."
"I want you naked, too," Tony says. He wets his lips. "Please?"
"Naked sounds good," Peter admits. He kisses Tony, hard and a little mean, with
teeth, then stands up and takes off his clothes.
Tony pushes up on one elbow to watch him. He looks like porn himself, his dick
flushed purple and dripping precome onto his belly. The expression on his face
is the best part: he looks like he's waiting desperately for Peter to wreck
him.
"I can do that," Peter says softly, stepping out of his underwear.
"What can you do? -- What can't you do?" Tony amends.
Peter grins at him toothily. "You'll see." Now they're both naked, and staring
at each other. Tony's free hand twitches, like he wants to touch Peter, but is
waiting for something. Permission? "You can touch me, you know," Peter says,
guessing. "You don't have to wait."
"Oh, kid." Tony does reach out, then, but instead of taking hold of Peter's
dick like he was half expecting, takes his hand and kisses the palm. "It's an
honor."
Peter cups his chin, rubbing his lower lip with his thumb until his mouth
opens, then slipping it inside. Tony sucks on it a little, his mouth warm and
wet, his eyes yearning. "You have lube down here, right? The good stuff?"
"Of course," Tony says, and jerks his thumb over his shoulder. "All those
shelves have to be good for something."
"Good," Peter says. "Lie down, okay?" Tony does, and Peter kneels on either
side of his hips, stretching to snag the bottle of lube from behind him. It's
the same brand he'd had sent to Peter, which makes him smile.
"What do you want me to do?" Tony asks.
"Just --" Peter drizzles lube onto his hand and rubs it onto his dick, then
lowers himself on top of Tony, pressing them together everywhere. Tony lifts
one knee and wraps his arms around Peter. "Yeah, like that."
"Yeah," Tony agrees, arching up against him. "Please --"
Their dicks rubbing together in a slick drag is pretty awesome, but Peter wants
it tighter and harder, so he wraps one hand around both of them and strokes
hard and fast.
Tony gasps, grinding up against Peter, and it's just -- it's awesome, it's so
awesome, having Tony pinned and wanting and making these noises like Peter is
everything and then some. Peter kisses him, deep and messy, and Tony sinks his
hands into Peter's hair, holding him there.
Peter keeps going, jerking them off, kissing Tony -- kissing Tony! -- until
Tony bites out, "Oh, God, kid --" and Peter's toes curl, and he comes all over
Tony.
He sits up, admiring the sight of Tony covered in his jizz, wondering if that
makes him some kind of perv or caveman, not really caring. "God, you look good
like this," he says, his hand still wrapped around Tony's dick.
"Do I?" Tony's eyes are squeezed shut; Peter leans down and kisses each eyelid
in a weird burst of tenderness.
"Yeah," he says. "You look so good for me, my good boy --"
Tony cries out and curves in on himself, coming so hard that Peter's half
surprised he doesn't put an eye out. He pets Tony's hair gently until he
unwinds and stretches out with a sigh.
"Are you good?" Peter asks, pushing a sweaty strand of hair off Tony's
forehead.
"You have no idea," Tony says.
"That's why I'm asking!"
"Fair. I'm good, kid." Tony folds his arms under his head. "Really good. You
make me feel..."
"Good?" Peter offers with a grin.
Tony scowls at him, the effect sort of ruined by how soft his face looks so
soon after coming. "Yes," he says.
"Well... good." Peter crams himself between Tony and the shelves, burying his
face in Tony's chest. It's not that comfortable, but he's happy anyway.
Tony squirms a little, giving him more room. "Glad we're on the same page," he
says.
"Do I get to sleep here?" Peter asks.
"Do you -- Jesus. I haven't shown you your room here. I haven't fed you!" Tony
sits up abruptly, dislodging Peter. "What kind of host --"
"Shhh." Peter pulls him back down. "I ate in the limo, and I want to sleep
where you do." He snuggles firmly into Tony's side, then flings one leg over
him possessively.
"How'm I going to explain this to Cap?" Tony complains, but he doesn't
struggle, which Peter counts as a win.
"I'll get dressed in the morning, yawn a lot, and whine that you kept me up all
night," Peter says. "If anybody assumes I don't mean with physics problems,
I'll just pretend I don't know what they're talking about."
"You're terrible," Tony says, sounding impressed. "I love it."
"You love me," Peter says, and Tony freezes. "I, uh... sorry."
"No," Tony says. "I... that's... not untrue." He thaws a little, curling
himself around Peter.
"Hmm," Peter says. "I can get behind that." He kisses the underside of Tony's
upper arm. "Now cuddle me, old man."
And Tony does as he's told.
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