"Mr. Stark, please, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to." Peter begged, trying to convince Tony. They were in Tony's private library, standing among the books in solitary, in silence. The hall of books was completely deserted, except for them. "Please, Mr. Stark, I'm sorry." Peter said, looking up to Tony, his eyes glimmering with a slight hint of tears and his voice thickening with tears. Tony looked at the younger man, now a few months shy of his 18th birthday. Tony said nothing, leaning lightly against the dark and old wooden bookshelf filled to the brim with old and new volumes. He couldn't decide whether or not he was mad anymore. Peter stood across Tony, his back facing the opposite bookshelf. "Please, Mr. Stark." The younger man said, almost nagging, the glint of tears still in his eyes. Tony quickly lunged forward and pushed Peter up against the other bookshelf, rocking it slightly. The man towered over Peter and he could feel Tony's hot breath on his face. Tony cupped his hands around the side of Peter's neck, just below his ear, "You know I can't stay mad at you when give those puppy eyes." he said before placing a rough kiss on Peter's lips, his other hand then slipped down to take purchase on the 17-year-old's hip. "Shit." The kid moaned into Tony's mouth and so the heat and eagerness of the situation seemed to increase as both started to incessantly and eagerly pull, tuck and unbutton to release the other of their various articles of clothing. They kept their lips locked in a kiss as they unbuttoned their shirts, unbuckled their belts and unzip their pants. Once his pants were undone, Tony let them fall to the wooden floor with a loud clank of his belt buckle, but he struggled to pull down his underpants as he was still entangled in their kiss, so he merely opted to lazily and hastily tuck it down just enough to release his rock hard penis. "Fuck." he said, laughing slightly as he thought how crazy they should look, literally fighting to rid themselves of their clothes. "What?" Peter asked, pulling away and looking Tony full in the face, a shy smile touching his lips and his cheeks burning a bright red. "Nothing." Tony said, smiling, madly in love, before placing another deep kiss on Peter's lips. Peter pulled away from the kiss - surprising the older man - and started to leave a trail of kisses down the side of Tony's neck, across his collarbone, down his expose chest, over his muscled stomach, finally coming to a stop at his erect penis. The young man got on his knees in front of Tony and looked up at him with his brown, innocent, puppy eyes and smiled, which made Tony melt. He then took the older man's penis in his hand and started to stroke it, eliciting slight moans from Tony. He placed his soft lips to the tip and started to slowly engulf the long length. Tony felt as the younger man's throat stretched to accommodate for his penis. Tony started to moan, laying his head back and closing his eyes as he felt Peter start to move his head forwards and backwards on his length. "Shit." he cursed into the empty air, marveling in the warm sensation moving around his penis. Peter felt as the head of Tony's penis dug into the back of his throat again, trying desperately not choke, tears starting to glint in his eyes. He tried to blink them away but failed. Peter felt his own penis grow erect while he sucked Tony off and he started to stroke himself. He moaned, his hand moving up and down on his own penis while his mouth moved around Tony's penis. The moan set vibrations flowing throat Tony's penis which was the last push he needed and so he climaxed into Peter's mouth. Groaning: "Aggg." as he unloaded into the young man's mouth. Peter stopped stroking himself as he felt his own climax near and pulled his mouth off Tony's large length. He stroked the length now slick with semen and saliva while keeping eye contact with Tony. Something in that look, something in the way Peter looked after a blowjob did something to Tony, he wasn't sure if it was the boy's red eyes or wet mouth. Peter got to his feet and placed a kiss to Tony's lips - tasting his own semen on the young man's tongue. Tony pulled away and looked around to their surroundings, he spotted a large table not too far from them and led Peter to it, almost tripping over his pants that still sat around his ankles. They laughed at this almost mishap. They came to a stop in front of the table, Tony pasted a kiss on Peter's lips before he spun the younger man around and bent him over the table. The wooden table top was cold against Peter's bare stomach and he could feel Tony's hand on the small of his back. Tony spat on the tip of his index- and middle finger and rubbed the gooey saliva onto Peter's pink entrance. Peter shivered at the coldness of the spit. Tony then stroked himself a few times before pressing his head against the teen's entrance. Peter jittered in anticipation and then felt as Tony's penis slipped past the stretched ring of muscle and then to cut into his body. "Fuck." he whimpered, digging his teeth into his bottom lip and scratching at the counter top, the veins bulging vividly on the back of his hand. Peter was tight and so it sent small pulses of pleasure through Tony's sensitive penis when he started to thrust. The table below Peter started to rock as the sex progressed. Tony kept his hands wrapped around the boy's lithesome hips as he continued to fuck him, gradually picking up his pace. "Fuck, you're tight." Tony moaned, looking down as his penis disappeared and reappeared from Peter's body. "Shit-" Peter moaned before his breath hitched in his throat as semen squirted from the tip of his penis. Tony entangled his finger into Peter's soft hair, roughly grabbed a fistful of it and pulled as he picked up his speed. "Shit. Shit." he groaned as his hips continued to quickly snapped into Peter body until he eventually came. "Fucccck." he moaned as his seed spilled into Peter's body.
