Jar Of Dirt [Tony Stark x Peter Parker]

2. Tiramisu

Kink/Sexual Warnings Chapter 2: Public Teasing (verbal & physical), Exhibitionism, Praise Kink, Slight Food Play, subspace, hinting at Tony being a Sugar Daddy, hinting at potential Daddy Kink.
Other warnings: None

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To say Tony was having an existential crisis would be an understatement. Peter left to do some shopping, and now Tony's sitting on the couch, trying his best not to stare at the jar on the kitchen counter. Peter filled about a third of the jar with pieces of paper with his own kinks on it, and right before he left, Tony caught him tossing in another one. There's nothing in the world that Tony wants more than to know what's going on inside Peter's head. What kinks he wants to explore. What he wants Tony to do to him. Tony groans as he hangs his head back. Just imagining Peter asking Tony to do whatever's on those pieces of paper riles him up. His mouth is dry at the thought of Peter on the bed, staring at him with those big, brown, puppy eyes. Puppy.

"Fuck, I'm going to hell for this." Tony gets up swiftly and grabs the notepad from the coffee table. He scribbles down all the things that his mind comes up with for now. He quickly folds the pieces of paper and tosses them in the jar. The faster they're out of his mind, the more at ease he will be. Right?

Wrong. Tony had shaken the jar a few times to scramble up both his and Peter's kinks, but a small voice inside him almost made him regret putting in a few of those. But there's no going back. He promised Peter he wouldn't look and finding the ones he'd rather take out for now would mean checking the pieces of paper until he sees them. He doesn't want to break Peter's trust. He wouldn't be able to live with himself. And Peter doesn't want him to hold back or lie about it either, so he took the jump. Now all he has to do is land on both feet.

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It takes about an hour for Peter to return from the shopping. He puts the bags on the kitchen counter and starts unpacking them, putting everything away right where it belongs. Tony heard the boy come in, so he made his way over to the kitchen as well. He leans against the fridge and smiles, watching Peter move around the kitchen ever so swiftly. It fills Tony's heart with joy that Peter feels - and acts - as if he's home here. Which, in a way, he is.
"Hi, Tony! I got you some Tiramisu from that small shop a block away." The boy sends him a proud smile. Tony stares at the boy. That shop is definitely off route to the grocery store he usually goes to. Meaning Peter made an effort to do that for him. God.
"Thanks, Peter, you're so good to me."

Peter blushes, and his gaze falls to the floor for a moment before looking up again, breaking into a shy grin.
"I like it when you say stuff like that, Mr. Stark."
"I know you do, boy. So do I. Speaking of which-" Tony nods at the jar. "I put in a couple of my own." Peter snorts.
"The jar's over halfway full now. Wouldn't say that's 'a couple.'"
"You got a point there. So, we better get started then, don't you think?" Tony takes a step closer, and Peter looks up at him, eyes wide.
"You really want to try these with me? I need to be sure." Peter whispers then. He knows Tony has some... Secret things he's into. He is so eager to try everything, he just hopes his kinks won't seem to be too innocent. Tony's hand creeps to the jar next to them. He snakes his hand inside, not breaking eye contact with Peter. His message clear.
"I will do anything to you and for you, Pete." A shiver runs down the boy's spine. He can already feel his cock twitching in his pants, and blood rushes to his cheeks when he sees Tony noticed too. The man teases by twisting his hand in the jar over and over, grabbing one piece of paper and then dropping it again.
"You're gonna kill me like this, Mr. Stark," Peter breathes out. The older man smiles, but Peter notices a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

"How about..." Tony's voice is low. Deep. The vibrations of it go straight to Peter's dick. He can't stop staring into Tony's eyes, too caught up in how they shift from their warm, brown shade to a deep, lustful black. Peter's snapped out of it by Tony's hand appearing between their faces, a piece of paper clutched in his fist. Peter recognizes the blue lines and slightly discolored paper as one of his own. Peter swallows, eyes fixed on what's in front of him. "...This one." Tony muses. He cocks his head. "Do you want to read it, or should I?" There's a tight knot in Peter's stomach, and he looks down embarrassed. Even his ears are red, and Tony bites his lip. How can one boy be so adorable?
"You, please."