Friendly Neighborhood Birthday Man

Champagne Kisses

Peter had walked Tony to a nice restaurant close to the compound for their first date together. Tony Stark, being Tony Stark, had flown Peter all the way to Milan just to have a nice second date for Peter for his birthday.
At 21, Peter had finally dared to do something he had wanted to do for as long as he could remember.
Kiss Tony Stark.

Not only kiss, but Tony had also found Peter's secret bag containing fetish items, and Peter gave up his secret. He wanted to baby Tony Stark.

In their hotel room, Peter had woken up before Tony. He had cradled the older man in his arms as they slept through the-?
Day?

So they were a little jet-lagged. Peter carefully worked his way out of Tony's sleeping arms and made his way to the shower after starting a pot of coffee.

Peter was still in disbelief. Before bed, Tony had let him spoon feed him like a baby. The older man had even called him... "daddy." Peter let out a moan while replaying it in his head.
Maybe Tony wouldn't even remember. They did have some champagne on the flight.

Peter brushed his teeth. As he looked into the mirror, the bathroom door opened, and Tony walked up behind him, looking at him through the mirror.

"You're up early," Tony said in a sensual whisper while wrapping his arms around Peter's waist. Pete only wore a towel. Tony only boxer-briefs.

Tony wore a huge sensual smirk. Peter could feel the bulge of Tony's hardened member against his own backside as Tony squeezed him tighter.
"Good morning...Daddy!" He growled into Peter's ear.

"Oh, Baby!" Peter took a second to gain composure. "Good morning, Sweetheart. Better brush your teeth like a good boy!" Peter's raspy Queens accent made him sound mature, sure of himself. And there was a slight edge to his words. As if it was a teasing threat.

"Oh, don't worry, Daddy! I wanna be a good boy for you." Tony cooed as he pressed a warm kiss into Peter's neck before grabbing his own toothbrush.
Once finished, instead of spitting into the sink, Tony let the white froth drizzle down his chin suggestively.
Peter stared, taking it all in.

"Uh oh!" Peter wet a towel and wiped Tony's face. "You shouldn't make messes like that, you know!" Peter teased. He kissed Tony tasting the mint.

"I'm sorry, Daddy." Tony mewled. "I'll get all cleaned up for our date tonight, okay? Do you wanna shower with me?" Peter took a sharp inhale. He wanted to shower with Tony alright. But he wanted to take things a little bit slower.

"Not yet, Baby. But if you're a good boy, Daddy will give you a bubble bath when we get home tonight. How does that sound?"

"God!" Tony spoke in his normal voice, breaking character. "That sounds..." He adjusted his voice, "that sounds really great...actually." Tony swayed his hips longingly. Peter's breathing was deep.
Slow. Take it slow.

"I'll let you get ready." Peter gave Tony a quick kiss on the lips and left him.

Tony wore a suit. Peter wore a nice sweater over a button-up.

Tony pulled out all of the stops. Everywhere they went was the best. The best and most expensive restaurant. The finest opera. A walk in the most beautiful park. Tony insisted on stopping at a little sweet shop where he bought a beautiful birthday cake and candles.

They retired to their hotel suite. Tony poured two glasses of wine and cut two slices of cake before dragging Peter into the bedroom.
"Hey! Housekeeping redid the flower petals!" Tony laughed.

"I was too tired to appreciate them the first time." There was a red rose petal heart in the center of the bed: champagne and fresh strawberries.

Tony removed his suit and climbed onto the bed, where he lit a single candle on a slice of cake for Peter.
"Make a wish, Peter." Peter stripped down as well.