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"'Metal Monstrosity Disgrace to Manhattan Skyline.' Huh. This Christine Everhart really has it out for you. Another ex?"
Tony was sprawled across the other sofa, lazily reading a comic book. "One-night stand, actually. Pretty lousy, too. Although, that was my fault. I was very drunk. Could barely keep it up."
"'Stark Tower larger than Tony Stark's ego steals valuable property that could be used by companies without a dark history in weapons manufacturing or CEO's not in relationships with their employees.' That's me! 'Have we so quickly forgotten the Stark missiles sold to terrorist cells?' You were the one who dismantled that sector, when you removed Stane from the board. Wow, she doesn't even mention the arc reactor in the entire article. That's dedication."
"What paper are you reading?"
"The Daily Bugle."
"Ha, Christine swore she'd never write for that trash."
"I used to take pictures for them when I was in high school."
"Oh, yeah? How was that?"
"Awful."
They were lounging in the penthouse of the newly built Stark Tower, cheap takeout strewn across the coffee table as the kitchen was still in progress. Tony barely seemed affected by the articles Peter was reading, but after all this time together, Peter could read Tony’s subtle tells to know better. He'd been on the same page of his comic book for well over ten minutes, and his left leg bounced anxiously whenever Peter read a new headline.
“The New York Times essentially wrote a love letter to you. ‘In just two and a half short years, Tony Stark has not only managed to build the erotically beautiful—"
“They did not call it ‘erotically beautiful’ in a newspaper!”
“Just seeing if you’re paying attention. Now, don’t interrupt. ‘Tony Stark has not only managed to build the magnificent Stark Tower in downtown Manhattan, but this is the first building in history to be fully powered by the arc reactor technology.’ And then we’ve got a good four paragraphs grossly misrepresenting what the arc reactor does—”
“Is your name mentioned?”
“No. Neither is Shuri, Bruce, Hope, or Stephen. Just you and your phallic building.”
“It’s probably the least phallic building in all of New York City.”
“You’re right. You should have had the engineers use my cock as a model.”
“The Daily Bugle would have loved that.”
“‘I pray my dick get big as the Eiffel Tower so I can fuck the world for seventy-two hours.’”
“…What?”
“It’s a song.”
Tony finally gave up pretending to read his comic and threw it haphazardly onto the coffee table. “Is there any article that mentions everyone who worked on the arc reactor?”
“Yes. Scientific American doesn’t even mention you or your tower.”
“Wait, really? Let me see that!”
Peter held his phone just out of reach of Tony’s waving hand, giggling as Tony climbed into his lap to try and reach it. At Peter’s enthusiastic rock of his hips, Tony gave up trying to get the phone and instead kissed him. It started chaste, but as Tony grew warm, straddling Peter as he was, his hands began to wander. Before long, Peter was a gasping, writhing mess beneath him, completely pliant in his hands, like clay ready to be shaped into whatever Tony desired.
Taking a break from their kiss, Peter nipped Tony's earlobe and whispered, "Can we do that thing with the blindfold again?"
Tony climbed off Peter's lap and hauled him to his feet, giving his ass a firm smack. "Whatever you want, baby boy."
Peter hesitated. "Then, can you also…boss me around? Like last time?" He bit his lip shyly and nuzzled Tony's jawline, letting his beard tickle his cheek.
"You know, it's hard to boss you around when you get all cute like that. How could I be mean to such a good boy?"
Pouting, Peter huffed, "I can be bad."
"I doubt it." Tony kissed Peter, squeezing his ass for good measure. "You know I wouldn't change a thing about you. But you want a bossy daddy? Then get on your knees and beg."
Peter fell to his knees and gazed up at Tony through his thick eyelashes. "Please, daddy?"
"Fuck, when you look at me like that…the things I want to do to you."
Peter mouthed at Tony's cock through his jeans. Tony let him for a moment, struggling with staying in their roles, before firmly pushing him back and away.
"Did I give you permission to do that?"
Peter smiled up at him. "Yeah, just like that. Thank you."
Tony snorted. "Baby boy, you want me to boss you around, but I can't do that when you break character."
"Then maybe you'll just have to gag me, daddy."
"Uhn."
Peter spread his knees so he was almost sitting on the floor, planted his hands in front of him, and once more turned his sultry gaze up towards Tony. "I'll do whatever you want me to, daddy. Just tell me how to please you."
Tony struggled to compose himself and not jump on Peter immediately. His brown eyes reflected the beautiful soul behind them, and it was hard for Tony to contain himself when he looked at him like that.
"Stay on your hands and knees and follow me to the bedroom."
"Yes, daddy."
Halfway to the newly constructed bedroom, Tony glanced back to check on Peter. He was obedient, crawling behind Tony, a spark of delight behind his eyes. He held the bedroom door open for Peter who crawled to sit next to the enormous bed that had just been delivered a few hours before.
"Strip," ordered Tony, "Then strip me, but don't touch."
Peter eagerly began removing his clothes, though he was unable to resist putting on a little show as he did so. He was not subtle about showing off the plug that had been inside of him since earlier that morning. It took all of Tony's willpower to keep himself from adjusting his growing erection.
When Peter was fully undressed, he started on Tony. Peter only technically obeyed Tony's "don't touch" directive, purposefully letting his breath tickle the hairs on Tony's legs as he pulled his jeans and underwear down to his ankles. He went to stand to take off Tony's shirt but frowned, remembering he was supposed to stay on his knees.
Tony noticed Peter's hesitation and ran his fingers through his hair encouragingly. Unable to help himself, Peter rested his cheek against Tony's knee, sighing contentedly under his hands. Biting back a smile, Tony stepped back from Peter, who sat up and smiled sheepishly at forgetting about "no touch."
Taking off his own shirt, he directed, "Lay on the bed, baby boy, in the middle on your back."
Peter eagerly fell into the bed and groaned as he sank into the mattress for the first time. "Oh my god, Tony, this bed is fucking divine."
"For four thousand dollars, it had better be." He took down a box from inside the closet and rummaged around before pulling out a silk blindfold and studded leather cuffs. “You mentioned being gagged earlier, and I don’t know if you were serious, but I’d rather get you fitted for the correct size first before we play with it and make sure it’s something you enjoy. It can be a little intense the first time if you’re not sure what to expect. But I do have handcuffs. Want to try those? If you don’t like them, remember what you say?”
“What? Like a safe word? I don’t think we’ve ever discussed a safe word.”
“I can understand why you thought I meant a safe word when I’m holding a blindfold and handcuffs and we were just talking about ball gags, but, uh, no. I just meant you say you don’t like it. I’ll take them off, no questions asked, even if we’re in the middle of something, no hard feelings, and we’ll keep going with something else.”
“Ah.” He watched Tony closely as he approached. When he held out the cuffs, Peter raised his wrists above his head and nodded. “Go ahead. As you said, if I don’t like them, we can take them off.” He watched Tony make some adjustments before he snapped the first cuff on. When Tony asked how it felt, he said, “It feels fine. Kind of soft, actually. What is that? Leather?”
“Yeah.” The cuffs had a separate attachment that linked them to the bed. “So I can roll you over,” Tony explained. When everything was attached, Tony asked very specific questions about how everything felt and whether he could make particular motions to check there wouldn’t be any strain on the elbows or shoulders.
Peter was still thoughtful as he mentioned, “You seem to know a lot about bondage. Is that…something you like?”
Tony ran his finger along the leather cuff. “I’m a lot older than you, Peter, and I fucked around a lot in the past, so I have a lot more experience than you. It’s not always about what you do and don’t like. What you like with one person may not vibe with another person. Besides, I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t like. If we were together just for the sex, that would be different, but suffice to say, after being together for three years, there’s more to you than just a good ride.”
“I just want—you know…for you to be happy. And not feel like you’re…missing something with me.”
Tony gently cupped Peter’s chin and tilted their mouths together. “Peter, I’ve never been happier than I am with you.”
“I love you, too, Tony.”
“Are you ready for the blindfold?”
“Mmm… Yes, daddy.”
Tony fastened the blindfold, once again checking that it was comfortable and wouldn’t pull his hair. “Alright, baby boy. Don’t forget to speak up if I go too far. I would never forgive myself if I hurt you.”
“Mmm…” Peter stretched as far as he could with the handcuffs on intending to kiss Tony when he was pushed firmly on the chest.
“Did I say you could move?”
A pleasant warmth spread through Peter’s body. “No, daddy. I’ll be good.”
“I’m going to flip you over, see how well you wore that plug. Did my baby boy like keeping daddy’s plug in all day?”
Peter squeezed around the plug and moaned, “Yes…”
Tony wasn’t rough, per say, but where he usually handled Peter like a porcelain doll, now he wasn’t shy where he positioned his limbs. With Peter on his elbows and his legs spread apart, Tony pulled the plug from his body. After having it in for several hours, Peter suddenly felt loose and gaping, clenching around the ghost of a sensation.
Tony hooked his thumbs against the rim, still comfortably wet with lube. With the blindfold on, Peter wasn’t sure what to expect, so he jumped when he felt a cold stream of air against his hole. Tony massaged his ass and pulled apart his cheeks but didn't touch any more than that, apparently content with just looking. Now and then he would blow warm or cool air on Peter's ass or the backs of his thighs, the scratch of his beard brushing his skin occasionally. The anticipation of what Tony would finally choose to do when he touched him was making him crazy.
"Tony…" Peter was on the verge of whining, he wanted to be touched so badly.
Another tickle of beard and warm breath on his hip. "Yes?"
"Tony, please…"
The mattress creaked as Tony leaned back. Peter realized with a start that he had been sitting close enough that he had been able to feel warmth from his body heat. "Please what?" His voice was crisp but not mean or heartless, and Peter felt another pleasant shiver run down his spine.
"Please touch me. Anywhere. With anything. Just, please…"
"You've been a good boy, listening to what I say and keeping that plug in all morning, but aren't you forgetting something?"
"Probably."
Tony bit back another smile, even though Peter couldn't see him with the blindfold on. "Shouldn't you be taking care of your daddy first?"
"Oh! Yes, please."
"I'm going to move you."
Peter arched into Tony's hands as he was rolled over and repositioned. He heard Tony move closer to his head and something touched the headboard, presumably Tony's hands. Even though the blindfold prevented him from seeing anything, he still turned his head towards the noise.
Things were quiet for several moments, and Peter started to wonder if Tony had left. Right as he was about to call out, Tony said, "Since you can't move your arms, I need you to hit me with your foot or your knee if you need a break. Go ahead and raise your leg, get a feel for where I am… Good. Now open your mouth."
Eager to feel Tony's cock in his mouth, he popped it wide open, his tongue out as far as he could stick it, and frowned around the finger that's pressed inside. Knowing better than to complain, he sucks on it. Then, deciding he might as well put on a good show, he lavishes the finger with his mouth and tongue, sucking on it harder than he would dare the sensitive flesh of a cock. He heard Tony's breath hitch as he watched him and felt something firm tap his cheek.
"Open again."
Tony's voice was deeper, husky with arousal. Peter once more opened his mouth earnestly and was rewarded with the bulbous head of Tony's cock. His tongue swirled around it, tasting a droplet of precum as he did so. He treated it like a starving man, eager to take whatever Tony would give him.
“I’m going to move,” Tony rasped. “Remember, if you need a break, tap me with your leg.
Tony watched his cock slip between Peter’s lips, his whole body threatening to shake apart with the strain of holding back. The black silk blindfold covering the upper half of Peter's face sparked something deep inside him, something primal, that made him want to possess Peter completely, like a predator having finally caught its prey. The leather cuffs on his wrists held together by a thin metal chain only enhanced that image of a little bird caught in a spider's web.
Below him, Peter's whole body was flushed in arousal. His arms moved against the restraints. Usually so tactile, he was struggling to remember he couldn't use his hands. Tony urged his hips forward another inch and stopped to breathe. Peter's mouth was working overtime on his head and shaft, taking the "take care of your daddy" order to heart.
Tony pulled back until just his head remained between Peter's lips. As his tongue and lips worked at it, Peter realized how frequently he used his hands during a blowjob. With his hands currently tied up, he was relying solely on his mouth to get the job done; though, if Tony's noises were anything to go by, he was doing a spectacular job.
Tony pushed in further than before. Though it wasn't deeper than he could handle, it was somehow different without his sight, and he gagged. Tony immediately pulled back out and ran his thumb along Peter's bottom lip.
"I'm okay, daddy, I really am. Just surprised me, that's all."
Tony hesitated. The predatory urges he felt earlier were being overshadowed by his unwillingness to hurt Peter. "You sure?"
Peter huffed, "Yes, I'm sure. Did you feel me tap you with my foot? No. Now, get that dick back in my mouth."
"I thought you wanted me to boss you around."
"Oh, yeah. Sorry. Pretty please stuff me with your cock, daddy."
"Only because you said 'please.'"
This time, Peter was ready for the thick cock stretching his mouth. He focused on relaxing his throat and let Tony slide in and out. From his earlier, eager ministrations, the velvety flesh was slick with spit and easily slipped between his lips.
Tony gradually went deeper and deeper with each thrust, eventually stopping to breathe when he was as far as Peter could take him. Peter worked his throat against Tony, who had to withdraw quickly lest he burst.
Peter still looked too delicious beneath him, his tongue lolling against his bottom lip, seeking out more contact with Tony. Deciding to oblige, Tony used the headboard to support himself before lowering his hole onto Peter's questing tongue. Realizing what Tony had done, Peter's tongue dove and lapped at his rim. He lifted his head off the bed, adjusting for a better angle and to let Tony's balls roll against his nose and the silk blindfold.
Tony's legs were shaking from holding himself in position and Peter's jaw was sore before Tony sat back on the mattress between Peter's legs. He slipped two fingers inside Peter, checking to make sure he was still loose and wet from the plug and lube. His cock was spit slick, and while he'd normally lube himself up as an extra precaution, Peter bound and blindfolded beneath him had him rushing.
He flipped Peter back over to his forearms and knees and draped himself across his body.
"Ready, gorgeous?"
"I'm ready," he slurred, his cheek pressed against the mattress.
Tony entered him in one quick thrust. He had intended to take it slow and careful, but Peter had been so thoroughly opened up by the plug that he was essentially sucked inside. Peter moaned deeply and thrust back against Tony, the angle having been just right for him to have hit his prostate.
"Ride me hard, daddy!" Peter panted. "You're so fucking big! You fill me up just right. I want you— oh… I want you to fuck me as hard as you can."
Tony was already nearing his limit after Peter's incredible tongue had worked him over, but he wasn't about to stop. Biting the inside of his cheek in hopes that would keep him from pushing himself over the edge, he rocked into Peter with the fury of a hurricane. Peter yanked against his cuffs, desperately scrabbling against the sheets to rock back into Tony's brutal pace.
"You treat me so well, daddy. You fuck me so good…"
"Shit, Peter!"
He sat up straighter and held onto Peter's hips as he slammed into him. Peter's eyes were clamped shut beneath the blindfold, and he clung desperately to the chain holding the cuffs to the headboard.
"Cum inside me, daddy! Please! I've been holding myself open all day for you. Mmm… Just thinking about you gets me so hard! You get so deep into me. This hole is just for you to use. I'm all yours, daddy!"
Tony lost all semblance of a proper rhythm as he chased his climax, finally emptying himself into Peter with a gasp. He held himself inside even as he softened, his hand searching the blankets for—
He clutched the plug and reinserted it into Peter, keeping his cum trapped inside. Peter whined unhappily about Tony's cock being replaced with the toy but squeaked when Tony flipped him onto his back in one swift motion.
"Such a good job you did. Ready for your reward, baby boy?"
Peter gripped the chain so tightly the headboard rattled when Tony took him down his throat. He thrust upward into Tony's mouth, unable to wait for Tony to suck him dry.
"S—So good, Tony…"
His voice was breathy, his words barely audible as they entwined with his moans.
Tony's mouth was gone, and the plug was pulled free. Blindfolded as he was, Peter almost cried at the loss of sensation, his body aching for release. Electricity rippled through his body when he felt Tony's tongue at his entrance lapping up his own essence.
"Ngh—"
Tony didn't stop until he held every drop in his mouth. Without swallowing, he moved back to Peter's cock, using his own seed as lubricant. Cum and spit dropped from the corner of his mouth as he dragged himself up and down that rock hard shaft. Two fingers worked their way inside of Peter, seeking his prostate.
"Daddy, I can't—"
His fingers were relentless as he tried his best to keep as much as he could in his mouth as he swallowed Peter's length, his throat muscles unremitting.
"I'm—"
With another shake of the chains against the headboard, Peter exploded in Tony's mouth, their seed mixing on his tongue. Tony swallowed it all down before mashing his lips into Peter's in a sloppy kiss, his mouth buzzing with their taste.
They were both out of breath before Tony relented. He pulled off Peter's blindfold before undoing the cuffs, rubbing his arms and wrists tenderly and checking for tenderness. Unable to move, Peter lay bonelessly against the mattress, his arms feeling like goo.
"That was incredible," Tony slurred, nuzzling into Peter's side and resting his head on his chest.
Exhausted, Peter could only nod.
"How'd you like the cuffs, baby boy?"
Blushing, Peter admitted, "I wanted to be able to touch you more. But I liked them. It was like I was completely under your control."
"Move in with me."
Peter blinked.
"What?"
"Move in with me," Tony repeated.
"Oh."
"Into the Tower, I mean. It's still being built, so we can customize it however you'd like. And it's closer to work and to Aunt May than your apartment building."
"Yeah…"
"I mean, you don't have to answer right now. I kind of sprung this on you. Take some time to think about it, talk to MJ. And you can always say no for now and change your mind later. I mean, I love you, and I want to stay with you for a long time, so if you change your mind later, I'll be here. I just think this is the next logical step of our relationship."
"Tony, you're rambling."
"I know. I do that when I'm nervous. It's just that my favorite part of the day is waking up and knowing you're right there beside me. The time I spend without you is agonizing. You're my everything."
"Fuck, Tony, I love when you get all romantic."
His laugh sounded broken, and Peter rubbed small circles where his hand rested on his shoulder.
"You have no idea how many relationships I've ended because I'm 'being romantic.' I've always been told that I'm too much and that I rush things."
"Tony, it's been three years. I've seen all your flaws; I'm sticking around. I like your chaotic energy. I like feeling like I'm being swallowed up in your tornado of emotions. I like knowing that when you look at me, I'm the only thing you're thinking about and that I'm the center of your world."
They kissed lazily and sweetly, letting their lips convey the depth of their emotions. When they broke apart, Peter rolled Tony so they were facing one another, their eyes locked together.
"Tony Stark, I would like nothing more than to move in with you."