#and y’all act like DC is mean to him or smth like they keep him stagnant yeah but that’s adoration in comparison to what they do with every1 | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

readysetstarker · 5 years

Text

KINKTOBER DAY 15: CLOTHING THEFT

Read on AO3

taking a break from the kink to bring y’all smth a little softer. this is my fave trope, i couldn’t resist.

warnings: peter is an adult. morning sex, sex with feelings, the possibility of burnt pancakes

taglist: @sleepy-and-depressed

—

Tony was content to wake up in bed alone. He had done so before, and even been the warm body to sneak out of the room before the sun was even up. He shouldn’t have been surprised, or even disappointed, to find that Peter had done the same to him. The whole evening had been a series of small mistakes leading up this, to Tony waking up and thinking that maybe the sweet young man that always smiled at him and revered him would dash the second he came to his senses.

Kid couldn’t even be polite about it, either. Tony noticed right away that amongst the scattered clothing, his black AC/DC shirt, with the logo in bright hot rod red, was missing. It was a little faded and worn, years of use, and the kid had just up and taken it.

Like a trophy. Damn, that was cold.

He found a pair of simple plaid sweatpants to pull on before Friday’s voice rang out in his bedroom: “Morning, boss! It’s gonna be a sunny morning, the temperature sitting at a very comfortable eighty-three degrees, and Peter is almost done making breakfast for you.”

Tony could practically hear the gears in his brain grind to a halt.

“I’m sorry, Peter is doing what now?”

If his AI could physically point at him and laugh, Tony is sure she would be doing so now. “Peter is in the kitchen cooking breakfast for you. He didn’t want to make your coffee until you were up, in case it went cold. He was entertaining the thought of bringing you breakfast in bed before you got up. Should I inform him you’re awake?”

Tony shook his head. No, he wanted to see Peter for himself, candid and unaware of his presence. Friday said nothing in response, letting Tony have his thoughts in silence until he gathered enough courage to walk out into the kitchen.

Keeping his entrance under wraps was probably the best decision he could make. How else was he going to catch Peter wandering around the kitchen and humming along to a song Tony didn’t know, flipping pancakes with a simple flick of his wrist, no spatula necessary. His hair was wet, possibly from a shower, and clung in wet curls to his forehead and neck.

He was wearing that faded AC/DC shirt, which fell just below his ass, leaving his long and lean legs on full display. The hem of his bright red briefs poked out from beneath the hem of the shirt, but he wore nothing else. Peter looked comfortable, like he had made himself completely at home in Tony’s kitchen.

Despite the fondness warming his chest, Tony felt his cock stir at the sight of him flitting around the kitchen. Even if he had kept it as a trophy, Tony found that he didn’t entirely mind. It looked a million times better on Peter than it did on him.

Tony let himself remain invisible until, finally, Peter just happened to glance his way. His face turned as red as his underwear, and he put his arms across his chest. A vain attempt to hide the shirt from Tony’s eyes.

“M-Mr. Stark! Er, I mean, Tony, or, no wait,” Peter stammered. His tongue tripped over each word as Tony’s shoulders shook with laughter. “I’m sorry, I should have asked before just walking in here and cooking, but I got hungry, and I thought that you—”

Tony didn’t hear most of the rambling, too distracted by how delicious Peter looked in his clothing.

Breakfast be damned. Tony walked up to Peter mid-rant, took his face in his hands, and kissed him. There was little resistance, Peter just giving him a muffled mph! of surprise before melting into the kiss and wrapping his arms around Tony’s middle. He kissed with a smile, lips stretching so wide that Tony found it difficult to continue the act himself. It was sweet, should have made Tony’s teeth hurt.

Instead it went straight to his dick, twitching in Tony’s sweatpants, and Tony let his hands drift downwards from Peter’s cheeks to his hips. He pulled Peter in, let him feel just how much he was affected by the sight of Peter wearing his clothes. The moan that earned him turned his next movements into a blur.

One moment, he was holding Peter close and letting him feel the growing erection press against him. The next, Peter’s sitting on the counter with his underwear pulled to the side and Tony’s discovering that his body had played with himself while in the shower, still wet and soft from the night before, with a fresh coating of lube. It took little additional prep for Tony to slide into him, and Peter’s ankles crossing behind his hips locked him there when he’s fully seated and flush with Peter’s chest.

Peter moaned into his mouth, a hand at his neck and the other laying out against the counter to move with each of Tony’s thrusts. His fingers dug into Peter’s thighs as he fucked into his tight heat. Praise for how wonderful he felt, how perfectly he wrapped around Tony’s cock, spilled from Tony’s lips.

A particular thrust made Peter’s body go taut, made him cry out and scratch his nails down Tony’s back. Tony was sure he’d be feeling those within the next hour.

“There,” Peter moaned in his ear, thighs tightening around Tony’s hips as he angled himself and repeated the same movement. “There, there, don’t stop. Mr. Stark, Tooony, please!”

“Pick a name, Pete,” Tony teased, although the thought of Peter calling him Mr. Stark in bed had his cock throbbing inside the boy’s tight little hole. He pressed a wet, open-mouthed kiss to Peter’s neck. “Feel amazing, baby. So tight on my cock, like you were made to take it.”

Peter keened at that. Tony knew the boy was hard in his underwear, his hands too preoccupied with grabbing and holding onto Tony to do anything about his own arousal. The tip of his cock soaked through the thin fabric of his underwear and shirt, the thin fabric just a bit darker in one little patch.

Tony couldn’t get over how good he looked in his shirt. His pace quickened, and with it, Peter’s high little moans. He settled on the name Tony and said it between every other breath, nails once again raking hot paths down his back. Tony loved every sharp prick of his nails.

“Fuck yeah, just like that.” Tony twisted his head to capture Peter’s lips and drink down each little moan. Peter’s tongue held onto the taste of his coffee, just as smooth and sweet as he was. “I like the way you look in my clothes. I’d give you my whole damn wardrobe if it meant waking up to this every morning.”

Peter’s chuckle quickly faded into a whine. He rolled his hips to meet Tony’s every thrust, the wet patch on his underwear only growing by the second. He made no attempts to reach for himself.

Tony could feel himself growing close, thought about pulling away so he wouldn’t come inside, but Peter gave him no room to move away from him. His arms and legs kept Tony in place. The needy little whimpers in his ear, the desperate way Peter clung to him, the way the boy said his damn name—

It was all too much. Tony’s release hit him fast and hard, had him groaning into Peter’s neck while his hips stuttered against Peter’s own. Peter moaned, high and airy, in Tony’s ear. Tony thought briefly of the fact that he wasn’t wearing a condom, clean as he was, but Peter certainly wasn’t complaining. He rocked against Tony’s stomach, cock trapped between them.

Tony kissed away his whimpers and slid his fingers into the stretched, thin fabric of Peter’s underwear. “Hey, Pete. Let me help you.”

#starker #ironspider #peter parker x tony stark #kinktober 2019 #nff #my work

224 notes · View notes