Spiderman Homecoming Fanfic (RE-UPLOAD)

Feelings?

The lad seems to be staring right into his soul. A lump of air stuck in the man's throat as he held his breath. Neither of them blinks nor move. Tony, with all his might, gather his strength to speak up "Peter... it's never too late to stop" he gazed pleadingly into the lad's eyes.

It was the softest tone Peter ever heard coming from him 'How can I stop when you're giving me that look??' He huffs "Then I'm going to finish what I've started" he said those words without a second thought, even it took him by surprise.

The lad pushes his hip forward as he thrust slowly into the man, inch by inch. Tony grits his teeth and throw his head back, whimpering 'Oh, fuck' Peter bites his inner lips hards he can taste metal 'It's huge..!' The man grunts and shifts his body. "Just a little more, Mr.Stark" Tony lifts his head and stares at Peter with wide teary eyes "I-I can't" he breathe frantically.

Peter shushes him and leans up to kiss his sweaty forehead "Of course you can, Mr.Stark" The lad caresses the man's thighs gently and continue pushing until he is in to the hilt. Tony is chocking on air and couldn't breathe properly at this point, stray tears flowing down his face.

"I'm all the way in, Mr.Stark" The lad's voice came out as whispers, he had to take a few breaths to hold himself back from moving and from cumming too early by the vice's grip of the man.

He reaches out the man's lip with his thumb, parting it open "Breathe..." In the heat of the moment, Tony obediently does what he was told. Besides, it's hard for him to fight back as he doesn't have the strength nor energy to resist with the lad basically impaled him.

Peter leans forward, closing the gap in between them and beginning to thrusts slowly, earning a soft whimper from the man. "You feel so good, Mr.Stark" The man is struggling to break his hands free from the webs, but in this moment it wasn't to escape, he desperately feel like holding on to something.

The lad notices this 'Is it too much for Mr.Stark?' Instead of thrusting in and out, he went for the grinding motions. He rests his head on the man's chest as he chants his name. "F-fuck" Tony gritted his teeth by the electric-like pleasure that's starting to courses through his body.

'More...I want Mr.Stark to feel good'
Peter strokes the man's hard dick which is already leaking with precum to the same rhythm of his grinding. "Sto-" Tony says weakly and turned his head away as a wanton moan escaped from his mouth when the lad brushes over the sensitive part of his head

'My voice...I can't hold it back' he bites his arm to stifles it 'Fuck...! how did it end up like this?' a flush of embarrassment rose to his cheeks as he shut his eyes tightly causing more stray tears to fall down his face.

The lad then caressed his stubbles, wiping his tears away "Mr.Stark, turn this way. Let me see your face" he pants. When the man didn't respond, the lad puts his movement to a halt. "Please..." he pleaded. The desperation in his voice drew the man's attention as he turns his head slowly. Peter smiled and uttered a sigh of relief 'Why the hell are you making that face...!' Tony gritted his teeth.

The lad then leans back in and resume his movement, this time he went with gentle, thrusting motion "Your face, your voice, your body. Don't hide them away from me. Lend them to me instead..." he said in between the panting "-ven if it's only for today" he whispered and pulled away as his eyes went glossy.

He stares into Peter's dilated pupils 'What the fuck is he saying? Nothing makes sense. Don't look at me like that!' he knitted his eyebrow, flustered "Mr.Stark..." the lad whispered in his ear while picking up the pace "W-wait..sto..." Tony moaned by the sudden tempo, same goes to the lad 'Damnit, stop moaning in my ears' he squirmed meekly as his body trembles. The lad stares at his bright red ear and licks his lip before nibbling it, making the man flinched.

As Peter keeps on thrusting and stroking the man's dick, he focuses on Tony's expression which is a mixture of pain and pleasure as he moans and groans. He then pulls away and huffed. Running fingers through his hair as the sun shone, causing the sweat dripping down his forehead to glistens. Tony's breathing hitched accidentally and he can't take his eyes off of this kid, no...man.

Peter shifted his body and winces as he felt the man suddenly clenching up "F..fuck" the man uttered meekly with a shiver 'I see~' the lad smirk. He pulls back and thrust right back in at that spot "Shit...!" the man throws his head back. 'Looks like he's starting to enjoy this' Tony tensed up his body and each thrust forced the breath out of him.

"Stop...moving...!" He pants in desperation "But you're feeling it here, right?" Peter lick his lip "I...don't" Each thrust hit the little bundle of nerves perfectly, sending waves of electricity through his whole body. The lad pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in. Tony let out a sharp gasp "Oh god!" The lad whispers his name as he rammed in deep "My name..." He groans "Call out my name, Mr.Stark" He strokes the man's dick while picking up the pace.

Tony's moaning gets heavier as he is struck by the storm of pleasure which muddled up his thought "P..." His eyebrows knitted as he pants hard "...Pe-ter" he breathed out, lips trembled. The lad growls and gritted his teeth 'This is bad...!' he fiercely plants a kiss on the man's lip. Tony stupefied but soon welcomes the lad's tongue into his mouth with a moan "Mr.Stark..." The lad repeatedly mumbled out his name in between the kisses.

"Peter...no" he broke the kiss and gasps hard "Go ahead, Mr.Stark" the lad stroke his dick faster "Aa...Ahh-" he arched his back and his body spasmed as he shoots all over his stomach. The lad winced as the man tightened up. He bares his teeth and with one, last powerful thrust, he released his seed deep within the man.

They both are panting and gasping as they regulate their breathing back to normal. Peter gaze at the man dreamily "I love you" is what that came to his mind before he snapped back to reality 'What...?' he thought to himself with a frown on his face, confused.

He drawback heavily and the groin part of his suit sheathe back his member. Then he aims both of the webs on Tony's hand and shoots liquid that dissolves it with ease. Immidiately, Tony slides down the wall with shaking legs. Truth hits hard as he curls up his knees and buried his face in his hands. Emotions that are building up inside of him soon settles on sorrow He hates the thought that Peter has put him in this shameful and disgrace state.

"Are you satisfied?" Even though his voice
is muffled by his hands, it's not enough to cover up that he is crying "A-after doing this to me" he said in a brittle voice as he trembles. Words seem to stuck in Peter's throat caused by the heavy guilt he's feeling "Mr.Stark I'm sorry I-I got carried away but I really didn't mean to-" Tony cut his words off "You've got what you wanted right?"

Peter clenched his jaw "No. This is not
what I wanted. It's not even close" He crouched down and reach out his hand at the trembling figure in front of him "Don't touch me!" Tony yelled, shrinking himself even more than he already is "Mr.Stark I-" Tony look at him in the eyes with a red face "Leave!" He demanded through his tears and cover back his face.

Peter looks dejected as he gets up heavily. He shoots a string of web and pulls a red bag from the corner of the building. He put it down beside the man "There's clothes and...snacks. I..." he paused "I won't be home tomorrow. So you can go ahead and...take the suit" He waits for the man to respond. Alas, only a soft sniffling sound coming from him. The lad gritted his teeth and whine silently "I'm sor-ry Mr.Stark" his voice cracked and he swings his way out of sight.

After a few minutes passed and the man has calmed down, he lifted his head and take a glance at the red bag. He bites the inside of his lip and let out a troubled sigh...