From That Convo About Dom!Peter Being Younger Than Tony...

From that convo about Dom!Peter being younger than Tony...

I wasn’t kidding @ironspiidey, it’s over here. But if anyone wants a quick fix (out of context) on the scene in question, here’s a bit:

“You would never,” Peter assures him, “/You/ would never. Let me treat you, show you what you’ve been missing. And, if you don’t want to risk it in the end, it’s our secret and it stays that way.”

Tony's eyes have an unfamiliar ache in them, slowly breaking in front of Peter, redness, tears. He can’t say anything, he just nods.

“Oh, baby,” Peter leans up, hands moving over Tony’s stomach and chest as he crowds in close enough to kiss Tony. Their lips meet and it’s so much like the last time. Something Tony never loses is his /fire/, that same fire for doing the right thing is always twisted into each and every kiss they’ve shared. Even the small ones.

Peter pushes his hands under Tony’s shirt, caressing the scars he finds, putting his palm over the one at the center of Tony’s chest as he slides his tongue in and takes over.

The older man lets out a broken whimper and Peter takes a quick opportunity to pull off his shirt.

He kisses Tony’s chest right there in the center, and then scoops him into his lap, standing up as their lips slide together once more.

Tony panics, surprised and confused as he breaks off the kiss, but only for a second before wrapping his arms around Peter’s neck, hands in his hair as his legs hook around. Peter can feel the squeeze of muscle from his thighs, the press of his half-hard cock.

Peter walks to the exit door of the lab, pushing Tony against the wall and working to pull off his own shirt before moving them along.

They make it to Tony’s bed before they’re fully naked, but not for lack of effort. Peter steps up to the edge of the bed and sets Tony down, standing back upright to push down the last of his pants, stepping out with his left leg first and then his right.

Tony stares up at him, those wide eyes taking in all of him before he mutters, “Not a single scar…”

“Mhm,” Peter climbs over him, taking off Tony’s pants as well, “You wouldn’t /believe/ how difficult it makes things. But in your favorite ways.”

“What do you mean?” Tony presses.

“Well,” Peter considers telling him, then decides against it, “Your Peter will have to tell you all about it. I think it’s a learning experience, and maybe motivation to do the right thing and give the poor kid a break.”

“You realize you’re calling yourself a kid, right?”

Peter smiles wickedly, “Oh, yes, Mr. Stark,” he says as he sits up on his knees, not missing the dark look that comes over Tony - the one that makes his cock finally go from semi-erect to fully erect in a split second.

“I feel like I’m going to regret this.”

“You’ll beg me for more,” Peter says confidently, running hands down before grabbing his cock and pumping it a few times, “But you don’t get to suck my cock. I’ll keep that first time luxury for your Peter.”

“Not gonna happen,” Tony insists, mouth dropping open when Peter rolls his palm.

He turns to the bedside, reaching under for the bottom drawer where they normally hide the toys and various other things. He’s slightly disappointed that the only thing he finds is the lube he was aiming for. Shame, this Tony doesn’t even give himself that little bit of pleasure in the privacy of his own bedroom.

“You don’t…” he twists his lips, stopping himself from pointing it out, choosing instead to slap Tony’s ass, “Turn over.”

Tony doesn’t object or argue, but dutifully turns over as Peter warms the lube between his fingers.

“What’s the most you’ve done?”

Tony glances back at him, “I don’t really talk about-” he stops when their eyes meet, “Fingers, barely, I’m-”

Peter wraps his hand around, using the lube he has in his palm already to jerk Tony as he presses their bodies together, “Not even a woman-?”

“No.”

“Not even-”

“/Nothing/,” Tony responds, “I don’t do that, I haven’t done anything. Nothing like that. Nothing gay-”

Peter bites his shoulder, /hard/, enough to probably break skin and Tony’s cock jumps in his hand, words choking off in his throat.

He moves down, taking his hand away so that he can spread Tony’s cheeks, running his tongue from his perineum of the ripple of virgin muscle above. He takes his time working Tony into a comfortable, relaxed state before finally adding not one, but two fingers.

Tony moans, spine arching as Peter scissors and spreads and coaxes him to the point where he can take a third. His other hand wraps back around, pumping the drizzling cum from his cock and pulling him into each thrust of his fingers.

It isn’t until he curls and starts rubbing at his prostate that Tony really loses it.

“Oh…” Peter watches Tony’s mouth drop open again, his hands tight and white on the sheets, body rocking back on Peter’s hand, “Please.”

“Mm, not yet,” Peter teases, letting go of his cock, “Touch yourself for me, baby.”

Tony does, he does so good.

Peter bites the skin just above the crack of his ass, then shifts over him, the first three fingers of his right hand buried knuckle deep and rubbing his prostate with every thrust, his left reaching up to grab a handful of silver-foxed wild hair just at the crown of his head.

His lips press to Tony’s ear, “Come on, baby. Come on,” he says, glancing down and changing his tone, “Cum for me, Mr. Stark.”

Sure enough, right on cue, like a tune played a million times, Tony blows his load and Peter pulls his fingers back. His hand returns to Tony’s cock to milk him for every last drop.

“Not so bad, was it?”

Tony chuckles, the sound miserable and deliriously happy at the same time. Peter takes it as a win.

He slicks his cock up with lube, adding more to Tony as well. The man loves it when it’s slick and squelchy. Something about the feel and the sound that makes it so much dirtier than it has any right to be.

“On your knees, baby, I know you can do that much still.”

Tony listens, back arching as he keeps his upper half low and Peter groans.

“God, you always look fucking beautiful like this,” he says as he positions himself. He grabs Tony’s hair again and pulls him back on him, lips to the older man’s ear once more, “Fuck yourself, Mr. Stark, show me how bad you want it.”

Tony shudders in his arms, but starts moving immediately, not even giving himself time to acclimate to the stretch.

Peter knows him too well to question it, he can all but /hear/ the questions and exclamations and dense content Tony is trying to sort through about what all of this says about himself. But it’s not stopping him from /doing/ it, and, as a result, vice-versa.

He coos and babys Tony vocally, praising him as he holds his hair tight.

Tony’s half out of it when Peter pushes him down, holding him in place as he starts drilling into him so fast that it takes Tony’s breath away.

He sobs and clutches back, grabbing Peter’s hand as their eyes meet.

“God, you’re so fucking tight, Mr. Stark,” Peter says in just the way he used to, that awed voice, his hips pistoning hard enough to make the bed groan.

Tony’s toes curl, his face red, his hand gripped tight in Peter’s as he cums more, Peter following right after him.

They collapse together, Peter being mindful to clean them up and put the lube back before pulling Tony into his arms.

Tony’s always been a cuddler. The intimacy after sex is his favorite part and this Tony is no different, clinging to him and burying his face in Peter’s neck.

He’s silent and trembling for so long that Peter’s convinced he’ll fall asleep before he finally says something.

But he does, at last, speak up.

His voice is wrecked and low, “I… didn’t know it could be like that,” he admits, chuckling and shaking his head, “I’ve been with every kind of woman, but I’ve never let someone… do /that/ to me.”

Peter nods silently, running his hand up and down Tony’s back, “We’re not always like that,” he says, keeping his voice light and open, “Sometimes it’s sweet and slow, sometimes it’s half-dressed against a wall at the front of the lab, sometimes it’s in the shower because we can’t get enough.”

“Mmm.”

“But you love nothing more than when I lay you out.”

Tony chuckles again, “I knew I… I had a theory, I mean. I assumed… that… but I just…”

“You were afraid,” Peter says and Tony pulls back to look at him. Peter stares up at him, “You thought I wouldn’t respect you after, that I’d think of you differently. And I /did/ think of you differently,” he says honestly, smiling, “I loved you /so/ much more for allowing yourself to let me give you what you needed.”

Tony shakes his head slowly, “I don’t see how that kid turns into this.”

Peter finally laughs, “You’d be surprised.”

“I /am/ already. I’m mostly surprised that I just came twice in… less than fifteen minutes.”

“It’s not always possible,” Peter shares more, “When you’re gone for a long time, though? When we’re separated? When we haven’t been as wild… sometimes.”

“Yeah, well, I haven’t pulled that off myself since I was about twenty-seven, not in a normal fashion, at least.”

Peter shrugs, “Practice.”

“I see.”

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Awh, thank you. I love it as well, I’ve written so much for it. Here’s another little snippy I haven’t shared to anyone (this one is from Earth 4, expanded, this is WAAAAY down the line):

Tony sets down the manilla envelope and slides it across the desk before standing from his seat.

He walks around, leaning back against the edge and crossing his arms over his chest, “Warm off the print this morning. It’s official.”

Peter stares up at him, brows lifting like he’s waiting for something else.

“Ah,” Tony loosens his arms once more, taking off the band on his ring finger and setting it down on the rosewood surface, “All for you, baby.”

“No.”

“What?”

Peter stands up from the desk, his fingers tightening around Tony’s tie, “No, you don’t call me that.”

Tony’s eyes widen, “What… do you /want/ me to call you?”

“Daddy.”

Tony lets out a weak moan and leans down to brush their noses together, “All for you, daddy.”

From that convo about Dom!Peter being younger than Tony…

I wasn’t kidding @ironspiidey, it’s over here. But if anyone wants a quick fix (out of context) on the scene in question, here’s a bit:

“You would never,” Peter assures him, “/You/ would never. Let me treat you, show you what you’ve been missing. And, if you don’t want to risk it in the end, it’s our secret and it stays that way.”

Tony’s eyes have an unfamiliar ache in them, slowly breaking in front of Peter, redness, tears. He can’t say anything, he just nods.

“Oh, baby,” Peter leans up, hands moving over Tony’s stomach and chest as he crowds in close enough to kiss Tony. Their lips meet and it’s so much like the last time. Something Tony never loses is his /fire/, that same fire for doing the right thing is always twisted into each and every kiss they’ve shared. Even the small ones.

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Whumptober - 2. Explosion

1, took this second one a bit literal XP

Tony’s nearly knocked to the ground of his room, FRIDAY sending up an alert in the lab and he bolts out of his room, leaving the door open as he sprints down the hall

Down the flights of stairs and pushing open the lab door, it falls off its hinges and he quickly sees why.

The entire room has been blown open to the elements, rubble and unfinished projects scattered everywhere, the grass around the outside charred like the rest of it.

“Peter?” he says numbly, stepping outside and then running out over the grass when he sees Peter laying out nearly twenty yards away.

He reaches him, dropping to his knees and tentatively reaching out, but not touching him.

“Peter? Hey, kid, hey-” Tony touches his face, cupping his cheeks, “Peter!”

Peter’s eyes snap open and he starts coughing, “Mr. Stark?” he asks, voice small, and then his eyes roll back and he passes out.

Tony tries to wake him a few more times, but Peter’s completely unresponsive.

“FRI, get the med team, I’m bringing him in.”

“On it, boss.”

me, with a vague plot idea, 1 (one) character name, and an outline that consists of mostly question marks:

the 7 deadly sins of being a writer

self-doubt

procrastination

sleep deprivation

jealousy

wailing (despair)

notebook lust

horrifying comma use