Jar Of Dirt [Tony Stark x Peter Parker]

5. Silk Rope

Kink/Sexual Warnings Chapter 5: Phone Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, First Time, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Name-calling, Verbal Humiliation, Shibari
Other warnings: None

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Tony is pacing through his lab, biting down his lips harshly. He doesn't understand why the new AI he's developing won't connect to F.R.I.D.A.Y. for him to run a test through it. It's annoying as fuck, and he really doesn't feel like dealing with this at all.
"F.R.I.D.A.Y., what's wrong?" Tony mutters as he looks through the data again. It should be working just fine. Both programs are fully operative, so it's the connection between the two. That's the issue here. Meaning it would take a long ass time to get it fixed.
"There's a dis- Incoming call from Peter Parker." F.R.I.D.A.Y. announces, making Tony look up instantly. He grabs his phone from the desk and picks up.

"Hey, Peter, you alright?" He's a little worried, his lover never calls him this time of the day. Not when he knows Tony is working."
"N-No? Not exactly? I can't find it, Mr. Stark." Tony gulps when he hears the soft, whining sounds falling from the boy's lips.
"Are you jerking off right now?" He sits down at the edge of the table, raising his eyebrows and enjoying the distraction.
"I am, how did you know?"
"Baby, you're moaning."
"Oh- right. Uhm. Well. I can't find it." Peter says, this time a little quieter. Tony shakes his head.
"Can't find what, exactly?"
"My, uh, prostate?"
Tony's eyes widen and he mentally curses at himself for getting hard at the image of Peter in his bed, naked, his fingers pushing inside his hole. Oh, if only he could see him right now. He shifts, trying to relieve some of the pressure of his pants straining around his now half-hard erection.

"And you need me to help you find it, is that why you're calling, baby boy?"
"Y-yes. Need your help." Peter pants desperately. "Want to be ready for you, daddy. Want you to fuck me this weekend." Tony sucks in a sharp breath and squeezes his eyes shut, a hot surge of arousal coursing through his veins. He's been trying to ignore that exact desire, not wanting to force it onto Peter before the boy would be ready. Sure seems he's ready for it now. God. His muscles clench, making his dick twitch.
"Baby," he breathes, "-I wanna fuck you so bad. You're so perfect, such a good boy, opening yourself up for me. Tell me, what are you doing right now?"
"I'm on my back, trying to finger myself, but I just can't reach deep enough; it's so frustrating!"
"Okay, baby. First things first. Are you on speaker?"
"N-No?"
"Put me on speaker, want you to use both your hands to pleasure yourself," Tony orders his lover, and he smiles fondly when he hears the boy shifting around, cursing and muttering that he can't find his AirPods.
"Alright, I'm back, I'm ready. Teach me how to do this right, Mr. Stark."

"I want you to put your feet up the wall first, letting your knees fall down to your chest." Tony waits a few seconds until he hears Peter stop moving around. "Now, I don't care how much lube you used already, you're gonna use more. Drop some down onto your hole and get your fingers wet and ready to go." He hears the bottle of lube getting uncapped and the soft, shaky breaths leaving Peter's mouth as he gets himself ready.
"And now?"
"Now, you'll stroke your hard, pretty cock, slow and steady..."
"Uh-huh," Peter breathes out.
"And sloooowly... You start pushing your first finger in. How's that feel?"
"G-good-" Peter pauses to take a few short, shaky breaths. "Wish it were you. My fingers are so small." He groans, "Can I add a second one, please, daddy?" Peter's voice leaks arousal and Tony can't help himself as he unbuckles his belt so he can get access to his own cock.
"Slowly, sweet thing..." Tony cups his own dick in his hands, feeling the precum trickle out of the tip. He holds back a moan as he orders Peter to add the third one too, stretching himself good. The boy's whimpers go straight to his cock, as always. There's just something about his voice, so angelic and sweet yet so filthy at the same time. Tony lazily strokes his shaft, leaning nonchalantly against his desk.