Peter loved Tony. Well, love didn’t seem quite the right word, admired? Adored? Whatever, it didn’t matter, Peter loved Tony. A great thing about super billionaires was that they had a great sense of humor. Tony “flirted” with Peter. (He knew that wasn’t what he was doing, even if he wished it was with all his heart.) They would get together at least once a week for a “date” as Tony dubbed them.
They started out innocent enough, going to a cheap soup and sandwich place, walking at a small enough pond no one would recognize Tony, just watching a movie at the tower. But they quickly progressed, soon enough their weekly “date” became things like going to a restaurant expensive enough for Tony to not be swarmed and to make Peter’s wallet cry, or go out shopping for Tony Peter.
Tony would invite him out because he needed “Peter’s expert opinion” about what watch to get even though Tony could style anyones socks off). Which somehow always became Tony buying something for Peter. A cologne Peter liked, a bracelet, the watches Tony was supposed to buy for himself but that Peter had said he liked.
His excuse? He had enough watches, he had enough colognes, he had enough money to have enough of everything, and yet they went shopping.
Peter always insisted Tony wouldn’t buy anything for him, but each time Tony bought it in secret and presented it to him later, saying he would just throw it out if he didn’t accept it. After actually throwing it out one time, Peter just started to…accept them. (The ridiculous price tags felt like too much to throw away, how could he do that to his conscience?)
But Peter always felt like he wasn’t doing enough for Tony. Outside of college and spiderman, the only job he had was taking pictures for the Bugle, which by the way, does not pay well, especially for rent in New York. So he was stuck, what could he ever give back to Tony to thank him for all his kindness?
He says as much to MJ and Ned during their weekly lunch. For some reason Ned loves those places that charge $12 for a sandwich and a…tin basket of fries? So that’s where they are for this lunch-in.
“I just don’t know what to do! He spends so much on me and is always so thoughtful, buys me the things I like… I want to pay it back to him.”
Ned takes a huge bite of his sandwich before saying, “What? Like being S-P-I-D-E-R man isn’t enough for him?”
“Ok, first off, ew Ned, second, Peter…how much would you say he spends on you?”
“Like per week?”
“Uh- yeah per week?”
“At least $100, most of the time way more. That’s just if we go out to eat. But he more often than not takes me out shopping after, so… the upwards of $500?”
Ned drops his sandwich as MJ coughs up her drink.
“The upwards of 500 dollars?!” Ned says.
“Per week?!” MJ says, still coughing.
“Yeah, that’s why I really need to get him something special! Something to show I appreciate him. I don’t want him thinking I hang around him for his money, he has enough of that going.”
MJ sets down her drink, clasping her hands, “Peter… would you call these dates?”
“Well, that’s what Mr. Stark calls them, but he’s just joking.”
Ned and MJ exchange a look.
“Peter,” MJ says carefully, “This sounds like… a sugar daddy.”
“What?!” Peter splutters, “That’s not what this is at all! How could you think that?!”
“Well,” Ned says, “what you just said basically sounded like the definition. Going out on dates and spending time together for money. Do you two…you know-”
“No Ned, we do not fuck.”
“Oh…ok good, because everyone knows he sleeps around and who knows what he could have. Plus you’ve been crushing on him for like- ever- so it’d break your heart if he wasn’t serious about you.”
“I know, which is why I don’t want this to keep happening! I don’t want to be his “sugar baby” or whatever and I don’t want him to think my love for him is shallow or I don’t genuinely enjoy spending time with him!”
MJ sets down her cup, “Alright, what you need to do is find him something he doesn’t already have and get it for him. Simple. The man is rich, but he doesn’t own everything. There must be something swanky and flashy he hasn’t gotten his billionaire hands on yet.”
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Which is what leads Peter shopping at the swankiest, shiniest place in town he could find. He feels out of place in his sweater and second hand shoes, but it’s what he’s got so he’s gonna wear it.
There’s another couple looking for rings and Peter feels even more out of place seeing their jewelry. It’s ok Peter, there’s no sign that says “No Poor People Allowed” this is for Tony. So he walks to the case where they have watches on display. He’s looking at some of them that he knows he won’t be able to afford when a younger man comes out to help him.
“Good afternoon sir, anything in particular you’re looking for?”
“Um..yes actually, I was looking for a gift for, uh, friend.”
“Of course, what about this - Panthère De Cartier Watch? It’s not bold, but it accents beautifully to put together an outfit of elegance.”
“And…how much is it?” Peter asks shyly.
“$30,000 sir.”
“Oh shit, wait sorry, could we look at something a bit more…budget friendly?”
The man’s expression doesn’t change, “Of course sir.”
He eventually settles for the Longines Heritage Automatic Black Dial Men's Watch. It just speaks Tony, elegant, sexy, I’m rich but in a subtle-not-showing-off-but-could-still-definetly-buy-your-life kinda way. And it’s $2,000.
It’s crazy that Peter has been shopping with Tony so many times now he knows the man's wrist size. He gives it to the man behind the glass to make it custom to fit Tony. (An extra $200 but who's counting?)
Peter wants it to be nice.
“All right Mr. Parker, it will be ready in just two days, thank you for your patronage.”
Peter thanks the man walking out the door feeling happy and poor. He’ll have to eat two meals a day for the next month! But it’s worth it to get Tony something nice, something he doesn’t have.
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When Peter gets home he strips off his sweater and gets in the shower, thinking of Tony. He feels guilty every time, but also can’t seem to stop. He brings his hand to his cock, slowly stroking up and down, sometimes swiping over the head, thinking about Tony, his smile, his easy charm that’s almost too natural, his givingness, especially to Peter, the way he looks at Peter, how he talks, how smart he is.
Peter speeds up his hand, imagining Tony was here, watching him, encouraging him in his ear.
“Ahh Mr. Stark-”
And Peter is shooting off into his hand.
He cleans up again and turns off the water, steps out into his room with a towel and sees a text from Tony on his bed.
Mr. Stark: Meet me tomorrow? My treat
Peter: okay!! <3
Mr. stark:<3
Peter goes to sleep with thoughts of his beloved Mr. Stark in his mind. Beloved? Yeah I really do love him.
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Peter gets up in time to actually attempt to do something with his unruly hair. He should have known though, there is no way to style it. His hair is just a constant state of fluffy bed head that he hopes people mistake as being on purpose. So he slips on a button down, some jeans, and he’s out the door, walking to Mr. Stark's car that’s parked outside.
When he gets in Tony smiles at him and says, “Lookin’ good.”
Peter’s face heats up and he looks out the window to hide it, “Not so bad yourself Mr. Stark.”
Peter knows it's flirting, ok? He knows. But it’s still nice to pretend.
They have lunch at a place that only has their menus in French and Peter lets Tony order for him. He finds the fact that Tony can speak French inexplicably hot. And continues convincing himself this is not another date.
Tony and Peter talk about everything under the sun, chemistry, physics, robots, favorite 80’s movie, best dad rock band, everything they like. It’s just so…easy with tony. To be with Tony.
“Ok, all of Scorpion's songs sound the same.”
“That may be true, but they’re still a tried and true classic,” Tony says, taking a sip of his boujee water.
They finish their meals and get back in Tony's car where Tony brings them…to the same jewelry shop Peter was in yesterday. They get out and Peter tries to act like normal.
They step through the door and Peter looks, Oh thank god he’s not working today. Peter thinks. He would be mortified to have the man who helped him yesterday recognize him and ruin the surprise.
Peter and Tony look at all the glass cases, earrings, necklaces, even broaches, and end up at the watches. By now Peter’s sweating bullets, trying very hard, but very obviously looking at the exact watch he ordered for Tony only yesterday.
Of course Tony, being the ever vigilant obsessive guy he was, notices.
“Do you like that watch, Peter?”
“Uh..do you like it Mr. Stark?”
“Yes, but that’s not my question babe.”
Tony sometimes did that, called Peter “babe” or “baby” he put that under the category of play flirting.
“Well, yes I do.”
“Alright then. Would you mind waiting in the car for me? I’ll be there in a second.”
Peter’s heart sank. He wouldn’t buy it would he?
“But-”
“Peter, please?”
When Mr. Stark says please, you listen, he doesn’t say it often. Peter walks out the door, just praying he wasn’t going to buy the watch for himself.
A couple minutes later Tony comes out with a smile on his face, not noticeable if you weren’t Peter, but he knows that look. It’s the look he has when he’s spent money on someone, on Peter. It’s the look he has when he enjoys spoiling Peter.
He gets in the car and Peter asks, “You bought that watch for yourself didn’t you?”
Tony just shrugs and drives the car.
Peter can’t help the sinking feeling that fills his stomach. He wanted to do one nice thing for Mr. Stark. Give him something he doesn’t have, just show him he appreciates it when Tony spoils him and wants to do it in turn. But apparently he can’t even do that. He’s angry at Tony for buying it, and that makes him even angrier with himself because he knows he shouldn’t be.
Tony drops him off with a wink and a, “see you later honeybun,” leaving Peter frustrated and angry. There’s a flicker of something in Tony’s eyes before he drives off.
Peter goes to his apartment and angrily starts doing chores. He likes working with his hands when he can feel that he’s frustrated.
Then a text dings on his phone.
Mr. Stark: Are u mad at me?
Peter leaves it on read, not ready to face Tony yet and own up to his feelings.
Mr. Stark: Is it something I did or said?
Mr. Stark: I’m sorry for calling you honeybun
Mr. Stark: I’m sorry for ordering for you
Mr. Stark: Please Peter
Mr. Stark: All right, I’ll be there in 10
Peter had long since stopped looking at the messages, already in the shower, ready to wash the day off.
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Tony was rich, ok? He wouldn’t deny that. But he tried not to be too stuck up about it.
Tony leaned back in his leather office chair, swiveling back and forth as he pondered over Peter's sudden silence. The kid had always been a puzzle to him, a delightful one at that, but sometimes his emotions were as cryptic as the quantum physics equations scribbled on his notebooks. He had dropped Peter off with a playful wink and a "see you later, honeybun," expecting the usual cheeky retort, but instead, he got nada. Zilch.
He knew Peter had been looking at that Longines watch, the one that had caught his eye during their little shopping trip. And why wouldn't Peter think Tony would buy it for himself? After all, Tony had a collection that could rival any museum's. But Peter's reaction was... odd. Was it because he didn't want to be seen as a kept man? A sugar baby? Tony chuckled to himself, shaking his head. Peter was anything but that. Sure, he enjoyed splurging on the kid, but Peter brought something to their friendship that no amount of money could buy: pure, unbridled enthusiasm for life, and a heart so big it could power one of Tony's Arc Reactors.
The thought of Peter feeling like he wasn't contributing enough weighed on Tony's mind. He loved watching Peter's eyes light up when he gave him something, the way his cheeks would flush with a mix of happiness and embarrassment. It was a feeling Tony couldn't put into words, but it was something he craved. It wasn't just about the material things; it was about showing Peter that he was appreciated, that he was valued. That's why Tony had bought the watch for Peter in the first place. He wanted to give him something special, something that would make him feel seen and loved.
That was it, he couldn't take the ghosting any longer.
Tony: All right, I'll be there in 10
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The water pattered against Peter's skin, his thoughts swirling around the conversation with MJ and Ned. The echo of Tony's texts bouncing around in his mind. He stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist, the steam from the hot water fogging up the mirror. He wiped it clean with the palm of his hand, his reflection staring back at him with a furrowed brow. He knew he couldn't ignore Tony forever, but the thought of facing him now, when he was still so confused and upset, made his stomach churn.
But fate, or rather Tony's impeccable timing, had other plans. Before Peter could even get dressed, there was a knock on the door. It had to be Tony. Who else would it be? Peter's heart raced as he tied the towel around his waist tighter, trying to compose himself. He took a deep breath and walked to the door, peeking through the peephole to confirm his suspicion. There he was, Mr. Stark, in all his billionaire glory, looking slightly concerned and a tad nervous.
When Peter finally opened the door, Tony's eyes widened, his gaze immediately drawn to the water droplets that traced their way down Peter's bare chest and the way the towel barely contained the rest of him. Peter felt a blush creep up his neck, his cheeks burning as Tony took in the sight of him, wet and slightly flustered.
"Hi, Mr. Stark," Peter managed to squeak out, trying to cover himself more with the towel.
Tony's gaze snapped to Peter's eyes, a smirk playing on his lips, "Hey, Pete. Did I catch you at a bad time?"
"No, no," Peter stuttered, stepping aside to let Tony in. "I just got out of the shower."
Tony's eyes devoured Peter, his gaze lingering on the droplets that clung to his skin, tracing the lines of his muscles, and the way the towel was barely holding on. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his thoughts in check. Peter looked... incredible. The way the water had made his skin glisten, the way his chest rose and fell with every nervous breath he took. Tony had seen Peter in various states of undress before, but something about this moment was different. It was like all of Peter's usual charm had been amplified to eleven.
"You look... good," Tony managed to say, his voice a little gruffer than he had intended. Peter's cheeks flushed a darker shade of red, and Tony couldn't help the smug satisfaction that bloomed in his chest. He knew he had an effect on the young man, even if Peter was oblivious to Tony's true feelings. He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving Peter's, watching the way his pupils dilated slightly as their proximity grew. "I'm sorry if I interrupted," Tony said, his voice low and intimate.
The silence between them was thick with tension, and Peter knew he couldn't keep ignoring the elephant in the room. With a sigh, he stepped back, breaking the spell, and gestured towards the kitchen, "It's fine, Mr. Stark. Would you like some tea or coffee?" His tone was cool, a stark contrast to the warmth of the shower steam still lingering around him.
Tony's gaze snapped back to Peter's face, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. "Tea would be great," he replied, his voice a little too casual for Peter's liking. Peter turned away, giving Tony a brief glimpse of his back, the towel barely concealing his lower half. He walked into the kitchen, the coldness of the room a stark contrast to the heat from the shower, and the even colder reception from Peter.
As Peter filled the kettle, he couldn't shake off the feeling of anger and disappointment. He had wanted to give Tony something special, something that wasn't just a drop in the ocean of his wealth. He didn't want to be a charity case, a boy toy, or a... a what was it again? A sugar baby? The thought made him cringe. Tony had been nothing but kind to him, but Peter couldn't help but feel like he was being used, like he wasn't on the same level as Tony. He set the kettle on the stove, the sound of the gas igniting a brief respite from the tension in the room.
Tony followed Peter into the kitchen, his eyes never leaving the young man's retreating form. He knew he had to tell Peter the truth about the watch, but he also knew that Peter would hate it. He didn't want Peter to feel like he was being bought or that their friendship was transactional. But the silence was killing him. He cleared his throat, trying to find the right words, "So, Peter, about that watch."
Peter spun around, the water from the faucet splashing against the sink. "What watch?" His voice was tight, the tension in the room palpable.
"The Longines," Tony said, his eyes never leaving Peter's. "The one you liked at the jewelry store."
Peter's hand froze mid-pour, the tea bag hovering over the porcelain cup. "What about it?"
Tony leaned against the kitchen counter, his arms folded across his chest, his eyes never leaving Peter. "I know you saw it," he said, his voice a low murmur. "I know you liked it."
Peter's hand trembled as he placed the tea bag in the cup, the hot water steaming up around it. "Why did you buy it?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Tony took a step closer, his eyes searching Peter's. "Because I wanted to get you something special," he said, his voice soft. "Something that would show you how much I appreciate you, Peter. How much you mean to me."
The words hung in the air like a confession, and Peter's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't believe it. Tony had bought the watch for him? The watch he had hoped to get for Tony? The shock was written all over his face, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly parted. The tea bag slipped from Peter's fingers, staining the water an unfortunate shade of brown.
Tony watched Peter, mistaking his shock for disbelief at the extravagance. A smug smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, thinking he had done it again, found another thing that would make Peter's day. He took a step closer, his eyes dancing with amusement and a hint of something deeper. "You like it?" he asked, his voice teasing.
"You bought it for me?" Peter's voice was a mix of shock and something else, something that made Tony's chest tighten in a way he couldn't quite explain.
"Well, I know how much you liked it," Tony said, trying to keep the conversation light. He walked over to Peter, taking the teacup from his hand and setting it on the counter. "You have such good taste, Pete. I couldn't resist."
But Peter crouched down, his head in his arms, and Tony's heart clenched. He had done it again. He had made Peter feel uncomfortable. "Hey, hey," Tony said gently, crouching next to him. "What's wrong?"
"I just... I don't know," Peter murmured, his voice muffled by his arms.
Tony's heart sank, mistaking Peter's shock for sadness. "Oh, Pete, I'm sorry," he said, his voice filled with genuine concern. He crouched down next to Peter, his hand resting gently on his shoulder. "I didn't mean to make you cry. You're just so good, you know that? You deserve nice things, Peter. You deserve the world."
"You're my good boy."
The words slipped out of Tony's mouth before he could stop them, and Peter's body tensed at the pet name. It was a slip, a moment of Tony's true feelings slipping through the cracks of their friendship. Peter felt a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with the shower. Tony had always called him that, ever since Peter had started helping him out with tech issues around the Tower. It was a term of endearment, a sign of their closeness, but Peter had never felt it quite so... intense before.
Peter moaned.
Before Peter could react, Tony leaned in, capturing Peter's mouth in a kiss that was anything but innocent. It was a kiss that spoke of desire and yearning, a kiss that had been brewing for weeks, for months even. Peter's eyes widened in surprise before closing, giving in to the sensation. Tony's lips were firm and warm, his stubble tickling Peter's skin as their kiss deepened. Peter's towel slipped a little, but he didn't care. All he could think about was how right this felt.
Tony's hand slid from Peter's shoulder to the back of his neck, pulling him closer, as if trying to merge them into one. Peter's own hand found its way to Tony's chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart. Tony's other hand rested on Peter's hip, his thumb making small, soothing circles that sent shivers down Peter's spine. Peter moaned into the kiss, and Tony took it as an invitation to explore further, his lips leaving Peter's to trace a path along his jawline, down to his collarbone. Peter's breath hitched as Tony's mouth found the sensitive spot on his neck, kissing and sucking lightly, eliciting another moan from Peter's lips.
Tony felt like he was in heaven, tasting Peter's salty skin, feeling the warmth of his body so close to his own. He had wanted this for so long, dreamt about it, and now it was finally happening. He kissed Peter's neck, his tongue flicking out to taste him, making Peter squirm. Peter's hand tightened on Tony's chest, his nails digging in slightly as he tried to ground himself in the moment. He didn't want to let go of Tony, didn't want to break the spell that had been cast over them.
Then Tony did something that made Peter's knees almost give out. With a surprising gentleness, Tony picked him up, cradling him in his arms like he weighed nothing. Peter couldn't help the little gasp that escaped his lips, feeling so small and yet so... powerful? It was strange, but it sent a thrill through him that he hadn't felt before. He wrapped his arms around Tony's neck, his legs around Tony's waist, his heart racing.
"Do you want me to put you down?" Tony asked, his voice thick with something Peter couldn't quite identify.
"No," Peter breathed, his face flushing. He felt like he was floating, and the sensation was heady and intoxicating. "Please don't."
Tony smirked, a hint of challenge in his eyes, and carried Peter into the bedroom with the ease of a man who lifted entire buildings for a living. Peter's heart was racing so fast he thought it might fly out of his chest. He had never felt so... desired. Tony laid him down gently on the bed, his eyes never leaving Peter's. He hovered over him, the warmth of his body a stark contrast to the coolness of the room. Peter felt his towel slip away entirely, leaving him exposed and vulnerable. But instead of feeling embarrassed, he felt... safe.
Tony's fingers fumbled with his own shirt buttons, his eyes never leaving Peter's. Each button that came undone revealed a new expanse of tanned, muscular chest. Peter couldn't help but stare. He had seen Tony without his shirt before, of course, but never like this, never with the intention of... more. Tony's abs rippled as he pulled the shirt off, and Peter swallowed hard. He had always thought Tony was attractive, but seeing him like this, so close, so... available, was something entirely different.
Next went the belt, the sound of it unbuckling echoing through the room like a gunshot. Peter's eyes darted to the growing bulge in Tony's pants, his own cock twitching in response. Tony smirked, reading the hunger in Peter's gaze. He unzipped his pants slowly, the sound seemingly louder than it should have been. Peter's eyes grew wide as Tony's cock sprang free, thick and long. He couldn't help the obscene moan that slipped from his lips. It was like nothing he had ever seen before. Tony was... huge.
Tony chuckled at Peter's reaction, his hand wrapping around his cock, stroking it slowly as Peter watched, his eyes glazed over. "Like what you see?" Tony's voice was low, almost a purr. Peter nodded, unable to form coherent words.
"Good," Tony murmured, leaning in to kiss Peter again. His hand slid down Peter's chest, over his stomach, and into the waistband of his boxers. Peter gasped as Tony's hand wrapped around him, the warmth and strength of his grip making Peter's cock throb. "But before we go any further, I need to ask you something," Tony said, his voice still gentle.
"What is it?" Peter managed to ask, his breathing ragged with anticipation.
"Well, I don't know about you, but I like to be prepared," Tony said with a wink. "Where do you keep your lube?"
Peter's cheeks went up in flames as he realized what Tony was insinuating. "Um, it's in the... bedside drawer," he stuttered, trying to play it cool despite the fact that his mind was racing with what was about to happen.
Tony smirked, his eyes never leaving Peter's face as he reached over and opened the drawer. He pulled out the bottle of lube with a flourish, making Peter blush even deeper. He popped the cap and squirted a generous amount onto his fingers, the clear gel shining in the dim light of the room. Peter couldn't help but watch as Tony's thumb slid over his index and middle fingers, coating them in the slick substance.
"It's just something I like to do," Tony said, his voice a low murmur. "To make sure everything's... ready."
The sight of Tony's hand, slick with lube, made Peter's stomach flip. He watched, his breathing shallow, as Tony reached down to Peter's boxers and tugged them off. Peter's cock bobbed up, already hard and leaking pre-cum. Tony took a moment to appreciate the view, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in Peter's body. "So beautiful, Pete," he whispered, and Peter felt his cheeks heat up even more.
Tony leaned over, his eyes focused on Peter's hole. He slid his lubed fingers over Peter's cheeks, teasing the sensitive skin before finally, gently pressing the tip of one finger against Peter's entrance. Peter gasped, his body tensing up instinctively. Tony looked up at him, his eyes searching for any sign of discomfort, but Peter's nod was all the invitation he needed. He pushed in slowly, giving Peter's body time to adjust to the intrusion. Peter bit his lip, his eyes squeezed shut as he felt himself stretch around Tony's finger. It burned, but it was a good burn, a burn that promised pleasure if he just gave in.
Tony slid his finger in and out, a slow, steady rhythm that had Peter's hips bucking up to meet him. He added a second finger, and Peter's breath hitched. It was a tight fit, but Tony was patient, stretching him open, letting Peter get used to the feeling of being filled. Peter's eyes rolled back in his head as Tony hit a spot inside him that made stars explode behind his eyes. It was like nothing he had ever felt before.
With a wicked grin, Tony crooked his fingers just right, finding Peter's prostate with unerring precision. Peter's body jolted, a strangled cry escaping his lips. It was a strange sensation, a pressure that built and built until he couldn't take it anymore. He begged, his voice hoarse with need, for Tony to stop, but he didn't mean it. He didn't want it to stop.
Tony's fingers slid in and out of Peter's body with ease now, each stroke sending waves of pleasure crashing through him. Peter's hips moved in time with Tony's hand, his own hand wrapped around his cock, stroking in time with Tony's movements. He could feel his orgasm approaching, a tension coiling in his belly, tightening with every thrust. He was so close, so close...
And then Tony added a third finger. Peter's eyes flew open in surprise, but the stretch was heavenly, and he found himself pushing back into the intrusion, welcoming the additional pressure. Tony's fingers curled inside him, and Peter could feel the pad of his thumb pressing against his prostate, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through him. He had never felt anything so intense, so... amazing.
Their eyes met, and Peter saw something in Tony's gaze that he had never seen before—desire, sure, but also something deeper, something more vulnerable. It made Peter's heart race even faster. He knew that he could trust Tony, that Tony would never hurt him, not like this. So he let go of his inhibitions, let Tony take control, and just... enjoyed it.
Tony's hand was a blur of movement, his fingers sliding in and out of Peter's tight channel, the lube making everything so much easier. Peter's breathing grew ragged as Tony's pace quickened. He was so close, so, so close. He could feel it building, that pressure in his balls that told him he was about to come. But Tony had other plans. He curled his fingers just right, and Peter felt something... new. A spark of pleasure shot through him, and he realized that Tony was massaging his prostate. Peter had read about it, heard rumors, but he had never felt it for himself. It was like nothing he had ever experienced.
His eyes rolled back in his head, and his hips bucked up, trying to get more of that delicious pressure. "Oh, fuck, Tony," Peter gasped, his hand tightening around his own cock. Tony just smirked, his own arousal clear in the way his eyes were hooded and his breath was coming in short pants. "You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his voice deep and filled with satisfaction.
"Y-yes," Peter managed to get out, his body feeling like it was on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall over at any moment.
Tony leaned in closer, his breath hot against Peter's ear as he whispered, "Good boy," before he thrust his fingers deep into Peter and rubbed his prostate just right, and Peter's orgasm hit him like a freight train. He cried out, his back arching, as ropes of cum shot out of his cock, painting Tony's chest in a messy pattern of white. Tony's eyes never left Peter's face, watching him intently as Peter's body trembled and spasmed with pleasure.
Once Peter's breathing had evened out and the tremors had subsided, Tony gently withdrew his fingers and wiped them off with a tissue from the bedside table. He took Peter's hand in his own, bringing it to his mouth to kiss each finger clean. The gesture was tender, almost reverent, and Peter felt his heart swell with affection.
Tony then took the lube and squeezed some onto the head of his cock, his hand moving up and down the shaft to spread it evenly. The sight of Tony's massive, glistening cock made Peter's mouth water. He couldn't believe that he was going to have that inside of him. "Tony, please," Peter begged, his voice needy and desperate. "I want you to put it in."
Tony leaned over him, his hand still stroking his cock. "Are you sure, Pete?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. Peter nodded frantically, his eyes never leaving Tony's cock. He knew it was going to hurt, but he needed it. He needed to feel Tony inside of him, to know that this was real, that Tony wanted him in a way that went beyond friendship or even flirtation.
With a final kiss to Peter's forehead, Tony positioned himself at Peter's entrance and pushed in. Peter felt himself stretching around Tony's cock, the pain sharp and intense. He gripped the bed sheets tightly, his knuckles turning white as he tried not to scream. Tony went slow, so slow, watching Peter's face for any signs of discomfort. "You're okay," he murmured, his eyes never leaving Peter's. "Just breathe."
The pain began to ebb away as Tony inched further in, and Peter found himself gasping for breath as he felt himself being filled completely. It was a strange feeling, one that was both overwhelming and incredible. Tony's cock was so thick, so warm, and Peter couldn't believe that it was all for him. He felt Tony's hand come up to caress his cheek, and he leaned into the touch, his eyes fluttering closed as Tony kissed him softly.
Finally, with one last push, Tony was fully seated inside Peter. They both froze for a moment, just feeling the connection between them. Peter's body spasmed around Tony's cock, and he felt Tony's breath hitch in response. "Are you okay?" Tony whispered, his voice tight with restrained need. Peter nodded, his own voice lost to the sensations.
They took a moment to adjust, both of them panting and trembling with the effort of holding back their orgasms. Peter felt so full, so claimed by Tony's presence, and he didn't want it to end. He arched his back, pushing back against Tony, silently begging for more. Tony groaned, his hand tightening on Peter's hip. "You're so tight," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "So perfect."
"Please, Tony," Peter whispered, his eyes still closed, "please move."
Tony took a deep breath, his own need warring with the desire to make sure Peter was ready. "If you're sure, Pete," he murmured, his voice a low rumble in Peter's ear.
"Yes, yes, please," Peter urged, his voice a breathy whine that went straight to Tony's cock, making it throb even more. Tony couldn't resist any longer. He pulled almost all the way out, watching Peter's hole stretch around him, and then pushed back in with a slow, deliberate motion that made Peter's body shiver with pleasure. Peter's legs wrapped around Tony's waist, pulling him closer, and Tony groaned at the feeling of being buried so deep inside Peter.
Once Peter's body had adjusted to the feeling of being filled by Tony, Tony began to move faster, his hips snapping into Peter's with a force that was surprisingly gentle despite his desperate need to claim Peter completely. Peter's moans grew louder with every thrust, his body moving in sync with Tony's, urging him on. Tony's hand found Peter's cock again, stroking it in time with his hips. The pleasure was building, coiling in Peter's belly, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.
But Tony had other ideas. He leaned down, his teeth sinking into Peter's neck. Peter's eyes widened in shock for a moment before pleasure flooded his senses. Tony sucked, hard, leaving a bruise that would be impossible to hide. Peter's hands flew to Tony's shoulders, pushing him away and pulling him closer all at once. He didn't want it to stop, didn't want anyone else to see these marks of possession, but at the same time, he craved more.
Tony's teeth scraped along Peter's neck, his tongue flicking out to soothe the sting. He kissed his way up to Peter's ear, whispering, "You're mine," as he continued to fuck Peter with a passion that was almost violent. Peter could feel Tony's desperation, his need to claim him, to make him his in every possible way. And Peter was powerless to resist. He moaned, his own hands clutching at Tony's back, his nails digging into the skin as he met Tony's thrusts with his own.
"Come for me, Peter," Tony growled, his hand tightening on Peter's cock. "Come with me." Peter didn't need any more encouragement. He could feel it building again, that pressure that was so intense it was almost painful. Tony's cock was hitting his prostate with every stroke now, and Peter's orgasm was a white-hot explosion that seemed to go on forever. He cried out, his body arching up off the bed as he came again, spilling his seed all over Tony's hand.
Tony's eyes were squeezed shut, his teeth clenched, as he felt Peter's body tighten around him. It was all he could take. With one final, powerful thrust, he let go, filling Peter with his hot, sticky cum. The feeling was indescribable, and Peter could feel every pulse of Tony's release deep within him. It was a moment of pure connection, a bond that went beyond words.
As they both came down from their highs, Tony leaned in, his breaths still ragged, and kissed Peter tenderly. Peter's eyes were glazed over with pleasure, his body limp and satisfied beneath Tony. Tony pulled out slowly, not wanting to break the intimacy just yet. He could feel Peter's warmth still clinging to him, a testament to the intense experience they had just shared.
With gentle strokes, Tony reached for a towel and began to wipe Peter down, cleaning him up with the same care he had shown while preparing him. Peter's skin was flushed and sensitive to the touch, every stroke of the fabric sending shivers through him. He watched Tony's face, the intensity from before now replaced with a gentle concern and affection that made Peter's heart swell.
Once Peter was clean, Tony laid down beside him, pulling Peter into a warm embrace. Peter's nose was immediately filled with the scent of Tony - motor oil, coffee, and something that was uniquely Tony. It was a scent that Peter had come to associate with comfort, with the excitement of their "dates," and now, with a new kind of intimacy that left him feeling both vulnerable and cherished.
"Hey Tony."
"Yeah?"
"You know that watch I liked that you bought for me?"
"Mm-hm"
"...I bought it for you earlier."
"Wait, what?!" Tony sat up staring down at Peter.
"That's why I was upset, I was trying to repay you for all the nice things you get me."
"Oh baby," Tony stroked Peter's cheek, leaning down to kiss him, "I buy you things because it's how I show my love, thank you, thank you so much for buying me that watch, but I love you more then anything you can buy me or I can buy you."
Peter smiled, wrapping his arms around Tony's neck to bring him in for a chaste kiss, "Me too Tony."