Jar Of Dirt [Tony Stark x Peter Parker]

10: Laurel Crown

Kink/Sexual Warnings: God Worship, Service Kink, Praise Kink, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Rimming, Fingering, Peter/Tony switching their regular roles.
Other Warning: Emotions

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To say that Tony and Peter really started to make the most of their time in the luxurious spa resort after the events of day three would be an understatement. They were all over each other since what happened in the sauna. Tony finally allowed himself to release after three long weeks that evening, spilling inside Peter after a good hard fuck. They had missed each other, that much was obvious. And they are now making up for the lost time.

It's the morning of day five. Tony stares at a peacefully sleeping Peter. The boy's mouth hangs open slightly and his eyes move fast behind their lids. He's dreaming. Tony smiles and raises his hand to place a loose strand of hair behind Peter's ear. He can't help himself and traces the lines of Peter's face with his fingers. His skin is so soft compared to Tony's. The older man's thumb ends on Peter's bottom lip as he studies the boy's face. He's so enamored by Peter's beauty. His youthfulness. Tony's chest feels warm with love. He sniffs and aims to move his hand away, but is startled when Peter wraps his lips around Tony's thumb, suckling on it. Tony swallows, staring intently at Peter's face. Is he still asleep? A slight smirk appears and Peter flutters his eyes open, causing Tony to scoff.

"Monnin-" Peter says slurred, his tongue hitting Tony's thumb.

"Sly bastard," Tony growls with a smile as he pulls back his hand and rolls over to lay on top of Peter.

"Hey, you were the one staring at me," Peter laughs, pretending to struggle against the way Tony is pinning him down. His voice is a little hoarse. Tony's unsure if it's because he just woke up, or because of how he made Peter scream last night. Maybe both. In any case, Tony wants to hear him scream again.

"How about we take a piece of paper from the jar, Pete?" Tony whispers seductively. Peter looks up at him bewildered, pushing his face back into the pillow and creating the most adorable little under chin.

"Tony, the jar's at home."

"Yup!" He pops the p at the end. "It's in the lab, to be exact."

Tony reaches for his phone on the nightstand, playfully ignoring Peter's confused protests. He lays back down, his phone in front of his face. Peter scoots closer, looking at Tony's fingers swiftly sliding across the glass screen.

"What are you-"

"Shhh," Tony mumbles, zooming in on the security footage until the jar is clearly in sight.

"Dum-E, could you fetch us a paper please, thank you," he orders, a grin playing on his lips when Peter's eyes go wide with realization. "And don't break the jar!"

"You didn't," Peter laughs, "-You're unbelievable. Did you put the jar there on purpose?"

"Maybe," Tony shrugs. He initially hadn't wanted to take the jar along, not wanting to disappoint Peter in case nothing would happen. However, he'd been hoping that being away from their regular lives could help him shake his fear. And it did.

They both stare intently at the screen, laughing as they see how Dum-E desperately tries to get the right aim to get a note out of the jar. It takes him nearly ten minutes. By the time the robot finally shows the piece of paper to the camera proudly, Peter had decided to take a shower and Tony could hear him singing softly. He often hides his angelic voice when he knows others are listening. It's something he's insecure about, even though he's... Quite good. The boy probably thinks no one can hear him right at this moment, but Tony can. And fuck doesn't Peter sound divine. Right as Tony thinks that, he reads the words on the note and his eyes go wide.