Day 10 (we skipped 9)
10. Hair-pulling | Waxplay | Micro/Macro | Bonds (Telepathic or Empathic)
Intense face-fucking, minor slut shaming, dash of Daddy kink. Enjoy xoxo
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Tony’s hands are always in Peter’s hair, combing through the boy’s locks any time he can. The touch of Tony’s hands instantly turning the boy to putty. Tony always thought the boy just liked to be touched in any way he could get, always desperate for Tony’s kisses and beaming at the mention of a cuddle.
Tonight though, with the boy laying on his chest while watching a movie, Tony feels a familiar hardness poking at his thigh. His hands have been carding through the brown locks for hours, the end of the movie flashing over the screen, and he’s just now feeling the hardness of the boy. Tony shifts to get a good look at Peter’s face and nearly groans at the sight, his boy is all glassy eyes and puffy lips with the pinkest cheeks he’s ever seen, it’s obscene. Tony gives an experimental tug at one of Peter’s curls and receives a high pitched whimper from the younger boy.
“Ton-Tony don’t tug.” Peter breathes out, doing everything he can to keep himself from getting too excited. He takes a deep breath and tries to think of anything blatantly unsexy to keep from embarrassing himself further. Tony cards his fingers through Peter’s hair again, massaging at his scalp before gripping a handful and nearly taunting the boy.
“You don’t like it when I tug, Pete? Because your little cock seems to like it.” He’s still got Peter’s hair laced between his fingers in a tight fist, ready to pull at the first word from his boy.
“Fuck, Tony, like it too much.” Peter whimpers, grinding himself down onto Tony’s thigh. Tony let’s Peter’s words linger for a few seconds before he’s tugging even harder than before. Peter’s mouth opens in a yelp before he’s moaning out and grinding himself down harder. “Wan’ suck you off, pull my hair, own me, yank me ‘round like a doll.”
At Peter’s words, Tony springs into action, forcing the boy to his knees by his hair so he can grind his clothed cock into the younger boy’s face. “You want it, Pete? Want my cock in your throat?” Tony pushes Peter’s face further into the boy, surrounding the boy with his musky scent.
Peter moans out and nods as best he can with his head held immobile by Tony’s grip on his hair.
“Please, Daddy. Fuck my face, please.”
The boy is nearly crying at the thought of Tony controlling him completely and mouths around and Tony’s crotch, letting the warm air seep through the fabric. Tony pushes Peter’s face off of him before he pulls his cock out of the waistband of his jeans. Peter immediately opens his mouth for Tony to fill but his movements are stopped with another tug.
“So fucking greedy for it.” Tony groans, rubbing his cockhead all over the boy’s face. “It’s like you can’t stand to not have something choking you.” Tony swipes his head over Peter’s bottom lip one last time before slamming the boy’s head down to the root of his cock. The poor boy sputters and coughs at the intrusion in his throat, nostrils flaring with every breath.
“Fuck, look at you, you love it you dirty slut.”
Peter lets out a loud moan at Tony’s words, nodding the best he can with a cock in his throat. Tony grins down at his boy before he’s gathering a tight grip on Peter’s hair to yank and pull him back and forth over his cock, taking in the boy’s struggled noises. He yanks his boy off of his cock for a few seconds, letting his cock rub over Peter’s lips while the boy catches his breath.
“Doing so well, baby, look at how hard you are. You love it?”
“Love it so much, Daddy, love this.” Peter’s whining out, noise getting cut off by Tony’s cock slamming into his throat once again. Tony leans back into the couch and holds the boy’s head down, grinding up into his warm mouth until the boy is crying.
Tony stares in awe at the boy’s tears, wanting to make the boy’s face wet with another substance. He thrusts into the boy’s face harder, using his foot to nudge Peter’s hand towards his boy’s neglected cock. Tony feels the tightening of Peter’s warm throat around the head of his cock and locks eyes with those tear-filled doe eyes one more time before he’s yanking his cock out and viciously jerking himself off over the boy’s face.
“Gonna cum on your face, okay pretty baby? Gonna paint you all up.” Tony grits out, getting the clear nod from Peter before releasing onto his baby’s face. The first rope lands just above his lip, the next two shooting onto his chin before Tony gets the rest of his orgasm pointed into Peter’s open mouth.
When Tony finishes, Peter still jerking himself off, swallows Tony’s cum down with a moan before he’s whining and glancing up at Tony.
“Cum for me baby, get yourself all messy.”
With Tony’s confirmation, Peter lets his cum rain over his chest and belly with a whine. After the waves of pleasure die down, Peter goes completely boneless from exhaustion. Tony pulls the boy into his arms, scooping the cum from his chin and pushing it through Peter’s lips.
“Always so good. Did so well, sweet boy.” Tony murmurs, cradling the boy to his chest, smiling softly when he hears the tiny snores fall from Peter’s mouth.