Tony led young 20-year-old Peter to the bathroom, the young man trailing behind, exulting as he knew what they were about to get up to. The party of people still sat on the couch, drunk on expensive wine while playing Cards Against Humanity, obvious to the two men sneakily making their way to the guest bathroom just down the hallway from the large living room.
Tony closed the door behind him, he had to endure this entire party, all while the only thing he wanted to do sat opposite him, drinking gracefully on a glass of red wine, laughing at all's jokes, wallowing in the flirtish attention he got from all the married men. "It seems that you have forgotten who your fiancé is, pretty boy." Tony said, pushing the younger man up against the wall.
"It seems I have, and what about it?" Peter responded, sharply and sly, smirking, the sweet taste of cherry wine still scenting his breath.
"Its not very nice to be so sinful and commit infidelity, little slut." Tony rebuked, placing his hands on Peter's hips and tightly grasping them so his fingers cut into the younger man's flesh, even through the barrier of his tuxedo.
"But you're wrong, Mr. Stark, I have done nothing expect be polite to these older men." Peter struggled to contain his smiled.
"It seems someone is in need of a punishment, and I as your fiancé shall carry it out."
"I would have it no other way." and with that Tony pushed pelvis up against Peter, fully pinning the man to the wall - leaving little room to squirm - his hands still on his young fiancé's hips, Tony plastered his lips roughly onto Peter's mouth.
Peter felt Tony's tongue push into his mouth and his fingers dig painfully into his skin, it all set an excited flame a light inside of him and as his older partner's tongue explored his mouth, he felt his limbs go giddy with pleasure and the moans come out in quick streams from his mouth. "Fuck, Mr. Stark, your hands...they feel so good...fuck me, fuck me, please." He begged in a desperate, breathy voice as Tony moved his mouth down to Peter's neck.
"Now will it be any punishment if I instantly adhere to your begging's" Tony said, that handsome smile on his lips, into Peter's neck.
Peter groaned in response; it was not the answer he had wanted. He had wanted Tony to roughly strip him of his clothes and fuck him over the bathroom counter, but now he will have to play the game of teases.
"Don't looked so pouty." Tony said as he pulled his lips from Peter, "Now get on your knees." he started to unbuckle his belt. Peter dutifully got to his knees and brought his eyes up to look at his fiancé. Tony brought his hand to Peter's face and softly slapped his cheek a few times, only enough to make the skin blush. "You look so pretty when you blush like a maid." he said in a deep voice that made shivers dance on Peter's spine. The older man smirked to himself as the younger started to blush in actuality. He really is so pretty.
"You know what you have to do, pretty boy, now get to work." And so Peter did; Tony had unbuckled his belt already so all that the young man had to do was pull his pants down. Once Mr. Stark stood only in his black Versace underwear did Peter bring his lips to the older lover's bulge and peppered kisses across it.
Tony brushed his hand through Peter's soft hair as the young man worked in his lap. Peter kept his eyes locked with his fiancé's as he worked to pleasure the older man.
Peter rubbed Tony's powerful thigh as he continued to place soft kisses against the black material, feeling the older man's heat radiate against his skin. Peter loved Tony's thighs, they were so big and caked with powerful muscles that made Peter flush out with goosebumps. He decided to focus his kisses on the older man's thighs. He heard Mr. Stark groan in response; two can play the game of teases. Peter continued to keep his attention focused on his boyfriend's thighs, relishing in the heat that emanated from his skin.
"You're not benefiting your case, kid." Tony said, gripping Peter's hair roughly and pulling it back, exposing his neck.
"Really?" Peter said, in a innocent vein.
Tony kept his fingers buried within Peter's hair while he struggled to pulled his underwear down one-handed.
He was only able to get halfway down his thighs when he grew impatient and rejected to pull the tight fabric further down; it seemed to clung to his skin and not want to let go. Afterwards, he directed Peter's head, ordering him to open and shoving his cock into the young man's mouth.
Peter gagged once the large 8 inch length barreled down his throat. Tony kept his hand's tightly attached to Peter's hair, using the dark strands as leverage to deeply thrust forward into his mouth. Peter gagged and Tony groaned, saliva started to ooze out of the sides of Peter's mouth; tears trickled down his cheeks, his eyes red as he choked on his older boyfriend's large cock.
"Shit, pretty boy, your mouth knows how to work a cock." Tony praised as he sent his penis hurling back and forth, in and out of the young man's mouth.
Peter looked up to his boyfriend, blinking away tears as they blurred his vision. Tony's thrusts were becoming sloppy; Peter knew he would cum soon.
Tony tightened his grip on Peter's hair, but still cautious as not to actually hurt his fiancé, but he could feel the pleasure expanding in his stomach as he breath started to pant. "Shit, shit, shit," he moaned before removing his penis from Peter's mouth and stroking it a few times till he came on the young man's cute face.
"Get dressed." Tony told his partner, lending him a hand to help him up
"Aren't you going to fuck me?" Peter asked, incredulous.
"You'll have to wait till we are home, our hosts are waiting." Tony responded, smirking to himself as he closed the door behind.
