Tony started teasing him, sliding his fingers along skin, tapping at the base of the plug, and nipping at his neck. Peter let out a breathy moan, pressing closer to Tony.
"Hmm?" He smiled, humming innocently.
Peter shot Tony a mock glare over his shoulder, huffing.
Tony grinned, tapping hard on the plug.
Peter closed his eyes and bit his lip, but it didn't keep in the moan that was trying to escape. He opened his eyes and glared harder at Tony, a playful glimmer in his eyes.
"What?" Tony asked, pulling Peter close so he could grind his hips against the plug.
"Tony," Peter groaned, burying his face in the bed.
"Hmm? What is it baby?"
"You're teasing," Peter pouted playfully.
"Mmm, maybe," Tony whispered in Peter's ear. Peter whined low in his throat.
"Daddy," he pouted.
"Baby," Tony smirked, rocking against Peter again. Peter shot him another pout over his shoulder.
"Teasing," he grumbled.
"Oh, and how am I teasing?"
Peter just stuck his tongue out, rearranging his position so he could watch the movie. Tony tugged at the plug, allowing it to glide back in half-way through tugging it out.
"Daddy," Peter whined, arching his back slightly as he kept his eyes on the TV.
Tony smirked, unzipping his pants to reveal his cock. He tugged the plug out only to slide his cock in. Peter arched his back with a moan.
"F-fuck" he cursed, pressing back onto Tony's cock. "Daddy," he keened.
Tony held him in place, grinding leisurely.
Peter relaxed, still watching the movie, enjoying the stretch of Tony inside him. Tony groaned, keeping his movements slow and shallow.
Peter loved this. They didn't have to rush because he wasn't going home. He could enjoy every moment without the pressure of the clock hanging over their heads. He ground his hips back into Tony teasingly.
"Now who is teasing, Baby?" Tony chuckled huskily, grinding forward.
Peter moaned softly, "Not teasing. Love your cock inside me."
"Feel good, Baby?"
"Fuck yes," Peter breathed out.
Tony laughed softly, shifting so his cock ground against Peter's prostate. Peter whimpered, pressing back a little more, trying to get Tony even deeper into him.
"Hungry for it?"
"Always," Peter sighed, content in Tony's embrace.
"Ride me," Tony murmured, gripping Peter's slim hips.
Peter grinned as he moved to straddle Tony. Peter moaned as he sank down onto Tony's cock, facing the TV as he ground down.
"This is my favorite part," he murmured, enjoying being full.
"Oh?" Tony grinned, rocking up.
Peter moaned.
"Mhm" he said, grinding down slowly, starting a steady rhythm.
"God!" Tony groaned.
Peter leaned forward, bracing himself on Tony's legs, and bounced on Tony's cock, moaning as he absently hummed along to 'Time of My Life.' Tony stroked his hands up and down Peter's back, groaning softly.
YOU ARE READING
Wrong Number
Fanfiction*This IS Starker!* I'm Re-posting because apparently it was taken down. It's one of our most popular stories. Co-Author: Kat💚 Peter really shouldn't have been tinkering with his phone without the right tools because when he went to message Ned so...
