The Stark-Parker

A babe with a babe

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. The opinions here expressed are not my own but are a way of moving the story forwards. Please, remember this is a work of fiction about fiction characters.
Okay, everyone always writes about how hot and sweet Omega Peter would be with much older and wiser Alpha Tony, but can you imagine the ANGST that Tony being an older Omega could be?
This story was first posted in my Tumblr and in my AO3 account ilikesadstories.
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A babe with a baby

Tony watched silently as his boyfriend blew his birthday candles. The Avengers decided to throw Peter a party for his nineteen years on this earth. Everyone had a party hat on, Wanda had bought a cake in a famous bakery and a piece of slow music was playing on. They had wine but none of them let Peter take a sip (God Almighty, Peter was so young he couldn't drink yet).  Peter blew the candles surrounded by the crew and soon searched the room to catch Tony's eyes and gave his big, toothy smile.

Tony smiled at him painfully. Peter's birthday made him feel unease. See, Tony Stark was an omega. In this year, being an omega isn't so bad, omegas have rights now, they command army's and most recently, Iron Man was an omega. But Tony was born 37 years ago, a time where 'Alphas of gold" was still a saying. When Omegas were supposed to be weak and care for the house and Alphas were supposed to be strong, manly and mad. Tony fighter a lot to be taken seriously, lots of suppressants and never mating, never having children and building Iron Man from the scratch.

In 37 years, Tony saw the world a lot. Imagine his surprise when recruiting Peter Parker to a mission, he had analyzed the kid's profile and thought he was an omega. The kid (yes, a kid, he was so, so young) was petit, intelligent beyond marks. He was caring, his best friends were omegas, his spider senses made him extra sensitive, which made the cry a lot. Yes, an alpha. That cried, cooked, read good books, was a romantic gentleman, smelled amazing and.......and....

Tony felt the first of slick start running in his underwear and he saw Peter catching his scent in the air while cutting the cake's first piece. Tony was still on heavy suppressants, and no one that didn't have a thing for Tony wouldn't smell it, but Peter's nose was trained for Tony's scent. Peter had a crush in Tony since he was 15 years old, only had been sworn over to the boy since the recruitment but they only kissed 7 months ago, and they officially started dating 3 months ago. Their relationship was still on the phase where any horniness was welcome, and they had sex on any surface possible.

Last month Peter shared Tony's heat and it was better than any heat Tony ever had. Peter was so overwhelmed with Tony's rich scent, the feel of his hole and the mating claim (nothing happened though) that he had cried of pleasure. It hadn't felt like a dirty, cheap fuck in heat, it had felt like making love. The party was coming to a slow end, Thor was already passed out, Steve was already sleeping, the reminiscent were eating cake and talking easily. Peter sat beside Tony with a huge piece of cake and started sharing it with him. That was just such a Peter thing to do, to care for his omega in small ways.

Peter was officially 19 years old. He was living in the shared quarters of Tony already, but their relationship was only known by their family and friends. Some Paparazzi already had some pictures of Tony and Peter together, but it was all rumors for now. Peter was on MIT and patrolling as Spider-Man most of the nights and in the end, he ended in Tony's bedroom. When the piece of cake was done, Tony looked around and realized that everybody had gone so he took Peter's hand and guided him to their bedroom.

7 months of relationship and Tony still couldn't believe how sweet Peter was. Sex with him wasn't about hurry or quick pleasure. It wasn't dirty or shameful, or even painful, like some of Tony's past experiences, had been. Peter was romantic, soft, he had loving words to praise Tony with and constantly said he was lucky to have him. Tony always loved a good fuck, angry sex, but until now he couldn't get enough of this love. If this boy asked for the moon Tony was sure to get it for him.