In the older man's office, with the door tightly shut and the curtains draped over the windows to keep away prying eyes, the two of them sat on the dark brown leather couch that each time you sat down the scent of whiskey and cigars would come wafting up, tickling in your nostrils. Its the scent Peter began to associate with the older man. It was an attractive cologne that would stir something in his stomach, images of Tony Stark imprinting onto the back of his eyelids when the smell would fill him.
They two of them sat close together, the heat peeling off from Tony's body and enveloping the young man, making him jittery and nervous. His boss was busy showing him something on his laptop that sat on the coffee table's glass top, that's why they were pressed so tightly together. While the older man was intently focused on retrievinh whatever file or email he wanted to show the younger man, nibbling on the side of his thumb while he did so, Peter was making sufficient use of his opportunity to get so close to the older man without coming off as suspicious, noting down the blemishes on Tony's tanned skin, the light dusting of dark black hair, the sleeves bunched up to just below his elbow, exposing powerful forearms, wired with muscles that bulged, carving grooves into the skin. Peter then moved his attentions upwards, focusing on the pure white teeth digging into the skin on the side of Tony's thumb.
Feeling Peter's palpably narrowed attention, Tony suddenly removed his gaze from the bright computer skin and pivoted it onto the young man, catching him red handed. The boy seemed chastised by this, quickly turning his attention to the screen, a blossom of crimson blush spreading over his cheeks.
Tony laughed, causing the blush and embarrassment to deepen, placing his hand on Peter's thigh, impressed to find lithe and wiry muscles beneath the demin, squeezing it. "Found something you like, boy?" he said in a teasing tone, a sly smirk spreading across his lips.
"Uh." Peter struggled to find an answer, grimacing, biting into his bottom lip, "What are you talking about, Mr. Stark?" he asked in a small, shy voice.
"Do you know how crazy you make me when you call me that?" Tony's voice was lascivious and brimming with desire.
"I'm s-sorry, Mr. -uh, I didn't mean to."
"Oh, really?" Tony asked continuing to tease.
Peter turned to the man's face, surprised to find it warped by a handsome smirk. "Y-yes." he plainly didn't know what to say otherwise.
Tony brought his face closer to Peter's, taking it within the palm of his hand and sweeping his thumb savouringly over the ridge of his cheek as if he was appraising sumptuous silk. "It drives me so crazy, pretty boy." he cooed, while his eyes were intensely focused on Peter's, the young man shrinking within his gaze, "Don't ever stop." he let his hand trickle down Peter's chest and stomach, feeling the heat that wafted off the young man's skin, even through the layers of clothing, before his hand fell featherily upon the kid's crotch, squeezing his bulge within his palm.
"Do you want me to show you how crazy it drives me?" Tony asked in an insinuating voice.
Peter nodded gingerly. Tony took the young man's hand within his own and directed onto his bulge and making the boy enclose his palm around it.
The 21-year-old was bewildered by the length and girth of it. His mouth hung slightly ajar, not just in awe of the man's size but the confidence the older man exuded by just enacting the motion of directing his intern's hand onto his crotch. The wrongness, the prohibitions of it, the fact that it could get them in some scorching water made it so much more alluring.
"Do you feel it?" Tony asked in a libidinously eager voice, making his penis twitch.
Peter felt the movement beneath the khaki fabric, a dull, soft tapping against the heel of his palm, "Yes." he moaned without meaning to.
