The music pulsated, rattling the walls and making the glasses on the bedside table jittered, swirling the dirty, golden brown whiskey inside. Peter's face was warm and washed with red, his lips and tongue loose from alcohol. He squealed and his giggle rang throughout the bedroom. He felt Mr. Stark's warm lips on the side of his neck, kissing, sucking, kissing, sucking. "Ah, Mr. Stark," Peter giggled, "We shouldn't be doing this. What if they find us?" Peter struggled to keep the smile from his lips and he couldn't ignore the tightening in his jeans. "C'mon, Petey boy, we have to celebrate your 18th." the older man said in between his wet kisses. Peter giggled again and it only seemed to fuel Tony's eager. Tony's one hand took purchase on the young adult's hip and Peter buried his face in the nape of Tony's neck, the scent of the man's cologne, sweat and alcohol filling his nose. It made the boy just want him more. "Fuck." Peter swore as Tony's other hand slipped into his pants. "Do you like that?" Tony asked, squeezing the boy's plum buttcheek. It made Peter gasp, squeal and then giggle. "Yes." Peter said, muffled by Tony's neck. Tony continued his greedy kisses on Peter's neck. He was also a bit tipsy and it made him laugh a lot. "But still Mr. Stark, what if they find us?" Peter asked, trying to keep his composure but failing dreadfully, letting a boyish laugh slipp once he was done. "Then we put on one fucking show for them." Tony said, moving his lips from Peter's neck to his lips. The young adult's lips were so soft and sweet. Tony's tongue pushed past his lips to then graze the top of his mouth. It made Peter smile. With both his hands, Tony grabbed one of Peter's cheeks in each and tightly squeezed, pushing the brown haired kid into him. Peter could feel Mr. Stark's bulge pushing against his stomach. Fuck, he wanted the man inside him. "C'mon, fuck me." Peter said, pulling away from Mr. Stark's lips, cupping his cheeks in each hand and keeping his eyes locked with Tony's. Peter could see a dark lust in the black pools, it was a peculiarly exciting site. "I want you to fuck. Me. Hard." He said, before placing a sloppy kiss on the man's lips. Tony was dumbstruck by the kid's honesty and brassiness, but it didn't take much for him to spring into action. The music still blasted in the living room as Tony pushed Peter onto the bed, they could hear chatter and the people dancing. Tony was on top of Peter, his face a few inches away from Peter's, "You're just ripe." he said, his lustful eyes staring into Peter's. This made Peter giggle and made his cheeks blush with a dark red. Tony placed a rough kiss on Peter's lips, making their teeth clank, and then pulled away, but not before biting Peter's bottom lip. Peter could feel a small bead of blood rising from the puncture and wiped it away with the back of his hand. Tony got off Peter and then started to undo the kid's jeans. Once the young adult's pants were tossed aside to the corner of the dark bedroom, Tony started to undo his own pants, keeping his eyes on Peter, a greedy look on his face. It made Peter shiver. "Take your shirt off." Tony told Peter as he pulled his own shirt over his head. Peter did as he was told. Peter looked Tony's naked, bare body over with appreciation, the man was well-built and the sight of the man's exposed large penis made a flutter of butterfly wings rise in his stomach. "Fuck, you're hot, like Jesus hell." Peter said. A warm smile touched Tony's lips. "And you're just as fucking sexy." Tony said, getting on his knees in front of Peter and draping his legs over his shoulder. Peter's hole was shaved and pink. Tony's beard scratched on the soft skin of Peter's thighs, tickling and making Peter have to stifle a mixture of moans and giggles. Tony placed his lips to the puckered ring of tight muscle, kissing it. "Mmm." Peter moaned in a high voice, biting his lip and grabbing a fistful of sheet with his one hand. Tony only smiled and placed another kiss, acquiring him the same reaction. Now he pushed his tongue in. Peter arched his back and started to stroke his own length. Tony ringed the muscle and flicked his tongue up. "Ah!" Peter cried out. Tony's penis was so hard it hurt and he couldn't take it anymore. He got up from his knees and aligned himself the kid's entrance. He pushed the head in. "AH!" Peter cried out, biting hard onto his teeth, and grabbing tight onto the fistful of sheets. "Fuck that hurts." It felt like someone was pushing a hot rod into his ass. "Oh, fuck, sorry." Tony said, pulling out quickly. Peter breathed a sigh of relieve. Mr. Stark spat onto his palm and rubbed the gooey saliva onto his 8 inch length. He then spat onto his index- and middle finger and rubbed it - in a circular motion - onto the boy's hole. He realigned himself and started to slowly ease back into the boy. "Ah." the kid cried out, but this time in pleasure as he felt the thick length slowly push its path into his body. "Fuck, you're tight." Tony groaned. Tony wrapped his one hand around the boy's neck, keeping his eyes locked with Peter and started to thrust his hips forward. "Fuck." Peter moaned, his voice high and whiny as Tony's hips started to snap. The pleasure was indescribable, Peter's hole hugged so tightly around Tony's length, it was pure bliss. "Shit, Tony!" Peter moaned again. The skin slapping and the bed rocking was the only sounds you could hear in the room, excluding the rattling music from the living room. Tony's thrusts were merciless, fast, rough and deep. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." the boy moaned, the length inside him making waves of pleasure flow throughout his body and make his limps go num. "Fuck!" Peter moaned before spending his seed onto his stomach. Tony tightened his grip on the boy's neck and it made it hard to breath, which weirdly excited Peter. Tony's thrusts were coming very quickly now, it made Peter's toes curl. "Shit, ag." the older man groaned before Peter could feel the warmth seeping into his body.
