Jar Of Dirt [Tony Stark x Peter Parker]

1. Good Boy

Quick Author's Note:
Hey everyone, thank you so much for being here! In each chapter, we'll make a short note to warn you about the kinks/sex stuff that will be included and any other warning that is needed. 

General warnings that apply throughout the entire story: Dom/sub relationship, BDSM, sex, kink exploration, dirty talk.

Kink/sexual warnings chapter 1: Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, Praise Kink, Hinting at a potential Daddy Kink, talking about kink in general
Other warnings: None.

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Peter likes living on campus at MIT. His friends are all there and sharing a room with Ned is definitely a huge plus. The parties are great and he practically has a spot with his name carved into it at the library. However. Peter loves being with Tony. Especially when they're tangled together in the sheets. Like they are right now. Tony's rough hands gracefully glide over Peter's chest as the billionaire peppers him with kisses. His lips are hot on his own, always the slightest bit demanding but yet so soft and caring it makes Peter's heart flutter in his chest every single time.

"Tony..." he whispers in the other man's mouth. The low grumble he gets as a response makes him shiver. "-I've missed you so much." "Missed you too, c'mere." His fingers dig into Peter's back as he pulls him in closer. His hands reach up to Peter's shoulder to slide off the button-up he so slowly unbuttoned earlier, enjoying the hungry look on Peter's face. It doesn't matter how many times Tony undresses Peter. The sight takes away his breath every single time. How do a shirt and a sweater hide the fact that Peter is so strong. The lines carve his pale skin as if he's a marble statue for Tony to marvel at.

The boy sighs happily as he feels the cold air on his back, together with Tony's fingers tracing down to his hips. Peter gently holds Tony's face, urging him to kiss him even deeper. A muffled groan escapes Peter's lips when Tony pauses the movement of his hands.
"P-please," he whimpers into Tony's mouth. Tony's chuckle shoots through Peter like a bolt of electricity. Peter never admitted it out loud to Tony but he loved how composed the older man was - up until a certain point that was. He loved feeling taken care of like that. Knowing he was safe. Wanted. Loved it when Tony teased him into pleading for more.
"Please, what?" Peter frowns with his eyes closed as he presses his lips back on Tony's.
"More," Peter urges. "K-keep going." Tony slides his hands beneath the waistband of Peter's jeans and grips him tightly.

"Like this, baby?"
Peter can't help but grind down against Tony as he gasps a broken "Y-yeah, fuck."
"Language." Tony's stern voice made Peter huff.
"What are you gonna do about it, you're not my dad." There's a short pause and Peter's left eye twitches when he notices Tony's flushed face. The billionaire clears his throat and collects himself.
"Old enough to be your dad."
"Don't ruin the moment, Tony."
"Then stop reminding me, boy. Now take off my shirt." Peter chuckles and wiggles his eyebrows before moving to tug at Tony's shirt.
"Yes, daddy," he snorts, pretending not to notice Tony shifting. He decides to let it go for now and smiles up as he moves back a bit to create enough space to unbuckle Tony's belt. His gaze lowers as well as he tries to pull the fabric down. Tony lifts his hips up and kicks it off his feet with Peter's help. Peter stares at the outline of Tony's dick through his underwear. He swallows, realizing his mouth is dry, and he licks his lips. He's been thinking about this for quite some time now, and he finally feels bold enough to straight up ask. He doesn't look up at Tony, to avoid the piercing gaze of his mentor. Instead, his eyes are locked on what he wants.

"Tony, I... Can I please suck you off? I want to try."
"Are you sure?" Tony presses his lips on top of each other. "I don't want you to do anything you're not certain of." Peter breathes through his nose, finally daring to look up at Tony, who nearly falls apart at the sight of Peter's big, doe eyes.
"I want this," he whispers breathlessly. "Need this." Tony needs to do everything he can to not grab the boy and fuck him hard, because by god, does this sweet angel deserve it.
"Alright then," Tony says with a smile. He nods at Peter and looks down at his cock, twitching under the fabric of his underwear. "I'm all yours, Peter."