Jar Of Dirt [Tony Stark x Peter Parker]

Addition: Shocked

A/N: This chapter and the previous one were written for a writing challenge on Tumblr. They're a continuation of the original story - but not much plot is included. It's straight-up smut, basically. We hope you'll enjoy it! <3
Warnings: Puppy play, daddy kink, humiliation, praise kink, electric play, shock collar, dirty talk.

Peter grins as he makes his way to Tony's office. About a week ago, they'd used the jar again. It'd been dusting away in their kitchen cabinet for so long and somehow- after pulling the breeding kink, they'd been picking a note from the jar almost every single night. Yesterday it'd been Peter's turn to pick one and as he read it, he knew he had to keep it a secret for Tony just a bit longer. He needed time to prepare for it.

Which, he had.

He clutches the shock collar in his hand more tightly. He has no clue if Tony will like the idea. Of course, the older man is the one who put 'Electric Play' in the jar in the first place. Peter figures Tony probably had something else in mind when he put it in there, but there's no harm in tweaking it a little bit, right?
Peter knocks on the door of the office and laughs as his enhanced hearing picks up on Tony's startled breath, smiling when Tony walks to the door to open it.
"Hi, Tones!" Peter saunters into the office without even waiting for a reply. He hops onto the desk. His feet dangle in the air and he swings them back and forth playfully. Tony stares at him for a good second, shaking his head as he closes the door again.
"Sometimes," he teases, "-I wonder why I ever fell in love with you, kid." Tony turns around, the playful gleam in his eyes giving away that it's exactly this why he loves him so much. Peter just hums and brings up the hand in which he's holding the collar. Tony's eyes widen in an instant.

"Peter, is that..."
"A shock collar? Yes." Peter tilts his head and extends his arm to Tony. The man bridges the gap between them and takes the collar within his own hands. He sniffs once, cocking an eyebrow at Peter.
"Tell me, kid. What'd the note say?"
"Electric play. I know that you were probably imagining tying me up in your lab and experimenting on me true mechanic-style," Peter starts and licks his lips when he sees the dark look in Tony's eyes. Cool, another thing to put in the jar. "But I... I figured- why not train your puppy instead?"
"So, you saw the words electric play and the first thing you thought was to electrify your own neck."
"Eh, yes?"

Tony growls low in his throat. He grabs Peter's hips and leans in for a hot, passionate kiss. Peter whimpers into the sudden touch. Ever since he walked into the pet store this morning he's been super excited about this. In all honesty, he isn't sure if he'll like it. But he does recall that one time he got shocked by Dum-E. Thrice in a row. As scary as it'd been, it'd resulted in a stupid hard-on that Tony noticed. Where the temperature play all those years ago was a big no-go, maybe... Maybe this could be fun. The puppy training aspect of it sure makes it all the more exciting.

"Tony," Peter whispers and moans into the kiss. He presses himself closer. "Collar me?"
"Mmh," Tony hums and pulls back slightly. His eyes are dark. Hungry. Peter swallows. When Tony brings the collar up and wraps the strap around his neck it feels so real suddenly. Oh God. His eyes flutter shut for a moment. He feels the thrum of his heartbeat where the collar presses into his jugular veins. The cold, metal pins are so evidently there. Both a threat and a promise of something good.

"How's that feel, pup?"
"Strange. A, eh, a bit scary. But it's good. It's good..." Peter's voice trails off and he looks up at the man. Speaking words he hasn't spoken in forever. "-Mr. Stark." Tony sucks in a sharp breath and hooks his finger into the collar, pulling Peter in for another sloppy kiss. Peter whines and melts into his lover's arms. Daddy's arms. He giggles when Tony shifts his hands a little, lifting him up. Peter wraps his legs around Tony's waist and grabs his shoulders to steady himself.
"Let's get out of the office. No place for a pretty thing like you."
"Nggh, da-"
"Shhhhh now, Petey. No more talking. You know the rules. Or do you need me to zap you right away?" Peter blinks, shaking his head quickly. The metal pins against his skin feel even more threatening now. Tony frowns at him. "Speaking of which, where's the remote?"
Peter sends the man a smug grin, tilting his head. As if to say 'you told me I can't talk, so I won't'. Tony needs a few seconds until he gets it. He chuckles, shaking his head.
"You brat."