Day 2
2. Ass Worship | Begging
I also threw in some sleepy kink (insomnophilia) if that’s a thing. And Tony initially touches him while he’s still asleep so if that makes you uncomfy, scroll past. :)
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It had been weeks since they’d last fucked, and Peter being the overeager teenager he is felt completely deprived.
“Tony, I’m dying.” Peter groaned, flinging himself over the desk Tony was currently working on.
“Pete, go jerk off like other teenagers, it’s okay to not always have somebody to get off with.” Tony responded with a smile, returning to his work.
“But you’re my boyfriend Tony, I’m supposed to get off with you.” The younger boy responded with a pout, with a twinge of whining in his tone.
“I’m working, Pete. Once I get this prototype completed we can have some time together, okay?”
The finality in Tony’s voice let Peter know that this topic was no longer up for discussion so with a groan, Peter stormed off to his personal room (he’d been staying in Tony’s, but he’s mad at him right now) to tug one off on his own.
Peter left the topic alone… for three days.
On the third day, Peter found himself in Tony’s office once again. The younger boy was getting frustrated, three days of no sex when he’s used to getting fucked multiple times a day? Torture.
“Tony, I’m really dying this time.”
“Pete, I’m sure you’re going to be okay without my cock for a couple of days. I’m almost finished with my prototype.”
“Do you promise to hurry?” Peter whined once again, feeling his frown return to his face.
“Pete, I’ll be able to work faster when I’m not constantly having to reassure my whiny boyfriend that we can have sex as soon as I’m done.”
With arms crossed, Pete storms out of the office to go gloat over his misfortune.
Peter had been asleep for three hours when Tony walked into Peter’s room with a smirk. If Peter had been begging for it for so long already, he was going to get what he wanted right now.
Peter woke up to the feeling of Tony’s fingers brushing over his hole. He thought he was dreaming until he felt the pressure build until Tony was knuckle deep.
“Tony?” Pete’s gravely voice, clouded with sleep uttered out.
“I finally finished my little project, baby. I think I’ve kept you waiting long enough.” Tony smiled at him before capturing the boy’s lips in his own.
Peter immediately moaned and canted his hips up at the thought that he would finally get to love on his boyfriend again.
“Wanna make you cum on my fingers.” Tony muttered, smiling even more at the excited nods of Peter’s head.
Tony took his time prodding his fingers into the deepest parts of his boy, purposefully avoiding Peter’s spot until the boy was whining into his mouth.
“Daddy, please find it, please find it.” Peter whined, sounding as if he was going to cry if Tony didn’t.
With a brush of Tony’s fingers at the right angle, Peter gasped and let his tears fall, feeling oversensitive from his period of deprivation.
“There Tony!” Pete gasped, grinding his hips down on Tony’s fingers. “Oh god Daddy, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, gonna cum.” Peter cried before tensing up around Tony’s fingers and letting out a literal wail.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” The boy hiccuped, feeling intense relief flood his touch-starved body.
“I’m not done yet, baby. Think you can go a few more times?” Tony asked, rubbing over the boy’s flushed chest and wiping away a few of the tears that had fallen.
“Of course, yes, I’ll take anything you give me.” Peter whispered, cock already hard again.
“That’s my good boy.“ Tony kissed Peter’s cheek before trailing his mouth down his neck to his chest, down to his belly, and over each thigh before puckering up to smack a kiss over the boy’s hole.
“Fuck.” Is all Peter could squeak out before he was being completely devoured by Tony’s mouth.
Tony started with lining the boy’s rim with the flat of his tongue before poking the dripping muscle into a point and pushing into the boy’s already loosened rim.
“Daddy, please, please, please.” Peter was crying again, completely taken over by the attention.
“What do you need, baby, what do you need Daddy to do?” Tony questioned in a powerful voice.
“Fuck me, fuck me, wanna feel you in me, been so long, please.” Peter sobbed out.
“Okay baby, Daddy’s got you, it’s okay.” Tony comforted his boy, already moving to take off his clothing. Pulling his hard dick out and lubing it up.
“Okay baby, I’ve got you.” Tony whispered as he pushed into the crying boy. Who let out a high pitched moan at the feeling of the stretch of Tony’s cock.
“Fuck me, fuck me, please Daddy, want you to cum inside of me, haven’t felt you, missed you.” Peter babbled as Tony slowly rocked into his body with powerful thrusts.
“Oh baby, Daddy missed you too, missed my boy so much.” Tony gritted out, feeling Peter’s hole pulse around his cock.
“Go harder Daddy, make me cum.” Peter moaned out, tears still running down his face.
At that request, Tony let go of his resolve, pounding into the boy below him.
“Come on baby, cum for Daddy, wanna feel my baby boy cum. Are you gonna be good?” Tony muttered in Peter’s ear.
At those words, Peter keened high in his throat, “gonna be good, wanna be a good boy, wanna be good.”
With a final shout, Peter’s back arched off of the bed as his cock spurted all over his belly.
“Wanna feel your cum in me, cum in me Daddy, please?” Peter begged, tears starting to dry on his cheeks.
“Okay baby, gonna cum, gonna fill you up.” Tony grunted before releasing into Peter’s swollen hole.
Pulling out, Tony pulled Peter into his arms, kissing over the boy’s face.
“Love you so much, my good boy.”
“I love you too, Daddy.”