They took a taxi back to Peter's apartment, trying their hardest to keep things PG-13 in the back seat, especially since the driver had recognized Tony. MJ was seated at the kitchen table with a mug of tea and a chapter book and seemed genuinely surprised to see the pair enter the apartment, their suits rumpled despite their best efforts to keep their hands to themselves.

"Peter? I thought you were staying with Aunt May. And I thought"—she glared at Tony—"just this morning you were once more terrified of losing your job because you were sleeping with your boss."

"I was, but it turns out Tony's not my boss."

Only MJ could make the face she pulled. "Y'all are fuckin' idiots. Just remember to set an alarm so you don't fuck through another day of work. And remember the walls aren't soundproof."

"Tony, meet MJ."

"She's delightful." He handed her a paper to-go bag. "We brought you dinner."

MJ peeked inside excitedly, then grew confused when she pulled out the top container. "This isn't pizza."

"It's rhubarb glazed sirloin."

MJ nodded sagely. "And a rhubarb is a…food?"

"It's a vegetable."

She scrunched her nose. "So, not food."

"I like her," said Tony.

The bedroom door clicked closed behind them, and Tony took a moment to take in the quaint decor. He realized with a start that it had been nearly a decade since he'd followed a date to their house, preferring to fuck on his own lavish sheets.

Peter looked nervous, so Tony stepped into his space and kissed him, gripping Peter's upper arms tenderly. "You look so fucking gorgeous in that suit."

Peter ran his hands down the expensive fabric. "It does look good on me, doesn't it?"

"Is this the part where I'm supposed to say it will look even better off you?"

Grinning, Peter answered, "I like the idea of keeping it on for a while. The thought of my daddy coming home from work, wearing his suit, needing his baby boy to help him relax…"

The room was small enough that Tony could comfortably pick up Peter under the thighs and carry him over to the bed. Peter squeaked as he was dumped onto the mattress. Pulling Tony by the tie, he brought their mouths crashing together, his tongue forcing its way between Tony's lips.

They kissed for a long time, Peter trying to convey his roller coaster of feelings from the day through his lips. They rocked their clothed erections together, but their hands stayed chaste above the belt.

Finally Peter rolled away from Tony and sat cross-legged on the mattress. "Tony, we…should talk."

Tony's stomach lurched, but he mirrored Peter's position on the bed. "Of course, Peter. What, uh"—oh god he wants to end this way to go tony you fuck this up every time—"what do you want to talk about?"

Peter ran his hand down Tony's suit jacket, trying to smooth out the wrinkles. "Tonight's date was perfect. But we haven't talked about…us. Where we want 'us' to go. I—" He broke off, smiling shyly, twisting his hands in his lap. "I don't think it's a secret that I'm really attracted to you, and the sex is—outstanding. But I liked the other part about tonight, too. Spending time with you, talking, laughing… The date part. Do you—?" He broke off again nervously, biting his bottom lip, and Tony couldn't help but kiss him.

"I'm so stupid," Tony murmured, unable to stop leaving kisses in Peter's hair. "All this time, I was too worried to bring it up. I tend to be—too much for other people. But I really like you. I was too scared to say anything…so I didn't."

"Tony Stark, I've fallen hard for you, and I never want to let you go."

Fabric rustled as they both tried to undress each other in a flurry, Tony's fingers slipping over the buttons of Peter's shirt. Noticing the dark bruises he had left on the pale column of Peter's neck, he took Peter's chin in hand, tilting his head so he could get a better view. Tie askew, lips reddened, eyes glassy, and hair mussed, Tony didn't think he had ever seen anyone so beautiful.

"Tony, I—"

Peter broke off, forgetting whatever it was he was about to say in deference to running his hand down Tony's chest between his open shirt buttons. His hand stopped at Tony's belt, and he took several deep gulps of air to steady himself.

"Can I—?"

"Fuck, I'll let you do whatever you want to me, doll."

Peter unbuttoned his pants, the zipper sliding down with ease, and he was met by Tony's excited cock straining against his underwear. A wet spot had formed on the cloth, and Peter tongued at it. The scent of sage and sandalwood greeted him as he shifted onto his stomach, and he groaned, inhaling deeply.

"There's my baby boy. I told you I'd take care of you."

Peter continued to mouth over Tony's cock, the wet spot on his underwear growing larger from both spit and precum. He undid his own belt, button, and zipper, needing to loosen the fabric that was straining against his aching cock. Tony reached into the back of Peter's pants, using the pad of his middle finger to massage Peter's hole.

"How you feelin', baby?"

Peter groaned contentedly, burying his face even deeper in Tony's crotch.

"Tell me what you need, baby boy."

"I need—unh… Need to choke on your cock. Need you to fuck me so hard I can't walk tomorrow."

"Shit." Tony rocked up on his knees and shoved his pants and underwear down as far as they would go. Taking his cock by the base, he held it at an angle where Peter could take it into his mouth. With his other hand, Tony held the back of Peter's head as he bobbed up and down, pacing himself before—

"Fuck, Peter, yes! Oh, listen to you, really choking on my cock. You're so good to me." His finger went back to Peter's hole, teasing the rim and gently pushing inside up to the first knuckle. "I can't believe how well you take me all the way down."

Peter waggled his hips, encouraging Tony to press in deeper.

"Where do you keep your lube, beautiful?"

Peter pulled up with a pop and a gasp before leaning over to his bedside table drawer to remove a bottle of lube. Before he closed the drawer, Tony caught a glimpse of some of his toys. Reaching into the drawer, he pulled out a string of anal beads.

"Want to…?"

Peter nodded enthusiastically.

"Take off your clothes and get on all fours."

Though Tony's tone wasn't demanding, Peter still shivered. Laying his suit out carefully over his bedside table, he complied with Tony's directions and clambered to the center of the bed. With his head pillowed on his arms, he looked back at Tony, who was sliding his tie from around his neck.

"Wait. Keep your suit on."

Tony eyed Peter. "Peter, baby, this suit cost nearly six thousand dollars." Peter was opening his mouth to say it was fine, he understood, but Tony sighed, tossing his tie onto Peter's suit pile. His pants were halfway down his thighs and his shirt was partially unbuttoned, but he conceded, "I'll leave it on for now, but we're not marking my suit up. Agreed?"

"Fine," Peter huffed.

Tony chuckled. "You're so fucking cute." He rubbed his hands over Peter's ass, smiling as he watched the flesh bounce under his palms. "You're so beautiful. Gonna make you feel so good." Using entirely too much lube, he made sure the anal beads were completely covered before inserting the first few. "How's that? Feel good?"

"Mmm…"

Tony watched in fascination as more disappeared inside, Peter's tight rim widening around each bead before squeezing the junctures. He was almost surprised when suddenly there were no more to put in. He gave the ring at the end a gentle pull, and Peter mewled. "Whatcha need, babe? Want me to take it out or keep it in?"

Tony hungrily watched the end of the toy bob as Peter squeezed his walls around it.

"Unh… Leave it in. Let me—"

And Peter was back on Tony's cock, sucking it down to the root. "Need you," he gurgled. "Need you so bad. Need my daddy…"

"Fuckfuckfuck—"

Another deep suck, and Tony felt his entire body tense. He fisted Peter's hair, unsure if he wanted to pull him off to stave off his impending orgasm or hold him down and fuck his throat until he spilled deep inside.

Peter made the decision for him, sitting back with a gasp and pulling deep breaths of air into his lungs. He held the base of his cock, steadying himself, blood pounding in his ears.

"Tony, fuck, I—"

Tony pulled Peter into his arms and kissed him hungrily. "I love you so much."

The words were out before he could stop them. Even though they'd finally breached the topic of dating, they'd still danced around the depths of their feelings. What if Peter—?

"Fuck, Tony, I love you, too, so fucking much."

Tony pulled Peter into his lap and kissed him so hard it hurt. Everything he felt poured from him, a cathartic exhale after holding his breath for so long. "God, I was so scared, Peter, so scared that you'd hate me, that you only wanted sex, but I fell for you right from the beginning."

Peter returned the kiss, clutching Tony's shirt like he would slip from his fingers. "I thought you left me after Batavia, that once you blew me, that was all you wanted. Then I saw you again at Bottom Feeders, and—oh, Tony…"

With all the frantic movement between the two, the largest bead popped free from Peter, and he squeaked.

"What is it, babycakes?"

Blushing, Peter directed Tony's hand to the toy sticking out of him. "I moved, and it—ah!"

Tony had tugged on the end of the toy, causing two more beads to pop out. Peter clutched Tony's upper arms and rested his forehead on his firm chest.

"M—More," he gasped.

The rest of the toy slid free with ease, the smaller beads meeting no resistance. Tony replaced his empty, frantic hole with his fingers, able to fit two in with ease. The hot, slick walls gripped tightly around him, eager to be filled with something bigger.

Unable to wait much longer, Tony wiggled out of his pants, leaned back against the headboard, and pulled Peter into his lap. "Sit on my cock, baby boy."

Peter sank down, breath hitching as the girth spread him wide.

"Feel good?"

"Mmhmm," he sighed.

Peter started to move, and Tony slammed his head backward so quickly, he smacked it against the headboard. He groaned in both the pain of his head and the pleasure of Peter so tight around him.

"Are you okay?"

"Nnh—oh, god, don't stop! Please don't stop!"

Peter didn't wait for further invitation and began to bounce up and down, biting his lower lip to keep himself from howling in pleasure. His hands rested against Tony's shoulders to provide balance, recognizing in his half alert brain that his dress shirt might have been made of the smoothest fabric he'd ever felt.

Tony sank deep into Peter, the aching warmth overwhelming his senses. He rested his forehead against Peter's chest, trying to keep himself grounded and from coming too soon.

"Fuck, Peter, you're so good to me. I just want to take care of you. Let daddy take care of you. Shit, you ride me so good. You ride daddy's cock like that's what you were born to do. Fuck me, Peter, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Peter picked up his pace at Tony's words, his cock hard and leaking as it bounced between them. He leaned back, his hands on Tony's thighs, and Tony took a nipple between his lips and teeth. He arched into Tony's mouth, moaning at the feeling of his rough tongue leaving a wet trail across his chest.

Loud music blasted from MJ's room, and Peter stilled and blushed, realizing how noisy he had been. "Roommates," he mumbled.

Tony shrugged. "I've never had to live with anyone else. I've always had enough money to have my own place."

"Must have been lonely."

A pause as Tony thought about it. "It was," he agreed.

Peter ran his hands along the fabric of Tony's shirt before slowly sliding it off his shoulders. The song in MJ's room turned to the chorus of Bloodhound Gang's "The Bad Touch" before she turned it off altogether, and Peter snorted. "Ass," he said, rolling his eyes in the direction of her room.

"Speaking of which…" Tony grabbed Peter's ass and lifted him up a few inches, his cock reminding Peter what they were in the middle of. Peter inhaled sharply before sinking back down.

Peter kept the pace agonizingly slow, resting his forehead against Tony's. Over the course of a week, he'd solved the clean energy problem for the majority of the world (or, at least, taken a huge step in the right direction), learned that Tony Stark had stepped down as CEO of Stark Industries, attended a third HR meeting where he thought he'd lose his job, and finally said "I love you" to the man who'd completely turned his world upside down. Any one of those events on its own would floor a normal person, and Peter felt like the rug of his life had been pulled out from under him. He took a second to just breathe, letting himself fully feel this moment right here with Tony.

Sweat mussed his hair and made other places feel unpleasant, his stomach was ungainly full from dinner, and he'd had a pimple annoyingly appear on his chin over the weekend…yet the way Tony looked at him, he'd never felt more desirable.

"I want you on your hands and knees, beautiful."

Peter kissed Tony deeply, his hands fisting his hair before he carefully slipped off his cock and bent over on the bed sheets. Tony took a moment to admire Peter's new position, prodding at Peter's used hole before pressing his cock inside. He was once more overwhelmed by the heat and pressure, needing to ground himself before he started thrusting. Peter bucked wildly back against him, moving increasingly faster to encourage him to speed up the pace. He reached between his legs and fisted his cock, realizing he wouldn't be able to hold back for much longer.

"Fuck me, Tony!" Peter cried out. "Fuck me hard!"

The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, an accompaniment to the squeaking of the bed frame as it rocked. Tony did his best to pound into Peter, who howled in delight, clearly not caring what MJ thought. Peter did his best to meet Tony's thrusts though he quickly gave in to his own pleasure, focusing instead on pumping himself frantically.

He tensed as his orgasm threatened to take over, pressing his face into the sheets as he moaned Tony's name over and over. With toes curling and muscles tightening, he came.

Tony rubbed Peter's back as he struggled to pull breath into his lungs, but he couldn't stop thrusting, on the verge of his own orgasm. Words poured from his mouth, a haphazard mix of "gorgeous," "perfect," and "so good" before he was finally emptying himself into Peter.

He pulled out tenderly and grabbed a tissue box from Peter's nightstand to clean them up. Peter was still panting bonelessly against the mattress and made half-hearted motions to help before Tony finally swatted his hands away.

"I said I'd take care of you. I mean it. I, uh…I mean, I know you've figured this out by now, but I get off on the idea of taking care of you and providing for you. Not in a sugar daddy kind of way but in a, ah, regular daddy kind of way."

Light snores came from Peter, and Tony chuckled. He maneuvered Peter so his head was on the pillow and pulled the sheets over them, quickly following him into a deep sleep.