Day 4
4. Spanking | Mirror Sex | Dacryphilia (Crying)
Welcome back people! Today we’re playing w pain play and crying so if that makes you uncomfy, please scroll past!
Also: I got the inspo for the crying bit from a smut I had read a couple of weeks ago by airebellah so kudos to them!
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Tony doesn’t know when the first part of his obsession started, maybe it was the first time Peter came into his office in tears from something someone had said at school. Maybe it was when the boy was bawling in his lap when he felt he had disappointed May. But the tears that came from those big doe eyes and ran down the ruddy cheeks of his baby boy were just so pretty. Tony feels like a sick bastard every time he feels his dick stir at the sight of Peter’s tears but he just can’t help but picture the younger boy crying from something that could be pleasurable.
Tony also doesn’t know when the second part of his obsession started, maybe it was the way Peter admired the hickeys littering his neck in the mirror the night that they first slept together. Maybe it was how he always smiled at his reflection when the sleeves of Tony’s MIT sweater fell past his own hands. And Tony, poor Tony could only picture the boy’s face when he saw how pretty he looked with Tony’s cock rocking into him.
Tony does know when the last bit of his obsession started. The very first time he heard Peter’s sweet little voice ask if Tony could please spank him, Tony could practically feel the heat from Peter’s cheeks radiating through his clothes. Tony keeps his desires to himself for as long as he can before everything starts boiling over.
Peter had requested for Tony to spank him again, every once in a while, the boy craves for something a little bit more. Tony pulled the naked boy over his lap and rubbed his hands over his boy’s ass in a comforting manner before pulling back and slapping his hand down as hard as he can. The boy’s body jerks with a moan before he reconnects himself to Tony’s lap. Tony pulls has hand back again before letting his hand clap down over Peter’s cheek, watching as it becomes a beautiful cherry red.
“My baby looks so pretty like this, all bruised up.” Tony grins before slapping his hand back down onto Peter.
“I need more, harder Tony, please.” Peter begs, wiggling his already healing hips up towards Tony’s hand.
Tony is already slamming his hand down as hard as he can, and in a fit of arousal, signals his nanotech to cover his hand before bringing his now armour-covered hand to slam down onto Peter.
“FUCK!” Peter shouts, feeling tears prick at his eyes as Tony slams his iron hand back down onto Peter.
Tony continues on for a few more slaps, seeing the boy’s once-red bottom turn a deep purple. Tony turns his boy over to see tears running down his sweet face. He feels something warm stir in his belly.
“You were so good for me, my sweet boy.” Tony whispers, planting a kiss into the boy’s hairline, basking in the hiccups the boy lets out. “Look so pretty when you cry.”
At that, Peter keens, clinging onto Tony. “Please, please.”
“What are you asking for, baby?” Tony rocks his boy back and forth in a soothing manner. “Wanna see how pretty you are? Wanna look at how beautiful you look when you cry for Daddy?”
Peter keens high in his throat before he’s nodding in earnest and Tony’s scooping Peter up into his arms and carrying him into their spacious bathroom. He faces Peter towards their sink before turning the boy’s face so he’s forced to look at himself.
“Look at how pretty you are baby. Look how shiny your little face is.” Tony wraps his arms around his boy, hugging him from behind.
“Daddy, wanna feel you.” Peter cries, still feeling little hiccups wrack his body.
Tony groans into Peter’s neck before reaching into the drawer for a bottle of lube, coating his cock before lining up to Peter’s hole.
“Keep your eyes open Pete, watch Daddy push into you, see how pretty you are.” Tony guides before slowly pushing his cock into his boy.
Tony lets himself become fully seated before glancing up to take it all in. Tony holds back a groan at the sight, at the flush creeping from Peter’s face, down his chest, and to his shiny pink cock.
“Your cheeks are almost as wet as your little cock, baby.” Tony moans into Peter’s ear, bringing on more whimpers.
Tony doesn’t hold back, thrusting into his boy as deep as he can, feeling the boy’s heat practically suck him in. Letting his cock punch the moans out of his boy. “You’re being so good for daddy, aren’t you so pretty?”
Peter only moans in response, earning a slap to his ass once again. “Wanna hear you say it pete, tell me how pretty you are.”
Still in tears, Peter squeaks at the demand. “M’ so pretty, so pretty, wanna look like this all the time.” Pete moans out.
Tony slams his cock into his boy at a new angle, earning a long moan from the younger boy.
“Righ-right there, yeah, keep there Tony, fuck.” Peter moans out, cock leaking out onto the bathroom counter. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, m’ gonna cum Tony.”
“Come on baby, cum for Daddy. Wanna watch you fall apart. Watch your little dick spurt out.” Tony accentuates his words with harsh thrusts. Fucking the jizz out of his boy.
Peter looks into his reflection again as he cums, watching his stomach muscles tighten and his dick weep out. “Fuck Tony, fuck me, fuck, so good.”
After feeling Peter’s hole spasm around his cock, Tony releases into Peter’s hole, pulling out to watch a small drop of cum roll down the boy’s thigh.
They bask in the aftermath of their orgasms, only hearing each other’s harsh breaths before Peter finally breaks the silence.
“You think it’s hot when I cry?”