Peter gradually awoke, feeling pleasantly light, but something nagged at the back of his brain when he stretched and found the bed empty beside him. His sore muscles helped him catch on quicker, and he bolted upright

"Tony?"

He'd said "I love you," and Tony had left?

No, that wasn't right. Maybe there was a note—

His bedroom door opened quietly, and Tony slipped through, his hair damp from a shower. He beamed when he caught Peter's eye and moved to give him a quick kiss.

"I woke up early because I need to get home and put on a fresh suit before I go in to work. I had breakfast delivered to the apartment as an apology to MJ for how loud we got last night." He was pulling on his suit from last night, and Peter's brain rushed with memories of their fabulous dinner and even better sex. "I hope you don't mind that I used your shower. I thought I used your soap, but"—he gave his arm a sniff—"now I think it might be MJ's. Which of you uses peach and mango?"

"That's MJ. That's her towel, too."

"Well, tell her I'm sorry about that, too." Another kiss. "Love you, baby. I'll see you later."

The door clicked behind Tony as he left. Peter had to resist the urge to stay in bed all day, rubbing his nose against the pillow that Tony used and inhaling his scent of sage and sandalwood. Finally his alarm went off, and he groaned, resigning himself to getting out of bed and taking a shower. The hot water relaxed his muscles some, but he took an Advil just to be safe.

Peter thankfully managed to avoid his boss all morning, dreading how that meeting would go. He now had an unpleasantly deep understanding as to why office romances were frowned upon. The awkwardness of having to face Mr. Bridges and knowing that he knew he was sleeping with Tony was something he wanted to put off as long as possible.

Around lunch time, Suri approached him looking absolutely discomfited, and Peter remembered that she had a part to play in all of this.

"Can I talk to you in private?" she asked.

"Sure," said Peter as he followed her into an empty conference room.

When the door closed behind them, tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. "Peter, I'm so sorry. When they were asking where you were, I didn't know I would be getting you in trouble. After you never came back to the office and didn't show up the next day, the bosses began asking questions. I told them that you mentioned going to see Tony, and all of a sudden I'm being questioned by Pepper and Gladys—"

During her stream of words, Peter had tried interrupting her to tell her that everything was fine, but she kept powering forward. Finally he wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug and said, "Shuri, you did absolutely nothing wrong. I shouldn't have left work without telling Mr. Bridges, and I absolutely shouldn't be sleeping with my boss. Plus, I've met Gladys and Pepper, and they're—"

"I don't think I've ever been so intimidated by anyone in my whole life."

Peter laughed, and Shuri smiled.

Then she grew angry and slugged him in the upper arm.

"And what is this I hear about you and Tony working on the arc reactor without the rest of us, huh?"

Peter opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by Mr. Bridges entering the conference room. He looked everywhere except at Peter when he said, "Mr. Stark needs you at Tower I, in the briefing room, third floor."

"Oh."

Shuri steered Peter from the room. "Thank you, Mr. Bridges! I'll take him." To Peter she said, "There's no way I'm going to miss this!"

Cameras flashed from every angle, and Peter blinked heavily to try to rid himself of the sensation of being blinded. Tony stood to his right and Pepper to his left. Shuri was shuffled off the little platform by Happy but was allowed to stay.

Happy had met him and Shuri outside the briefing room in a cavernously quiet antechamber and had shuffled them through the doorway before Peter had time to ask questions. It was there that they were met with dozens of reporters and cameramen from just as many news outlets, each jostling anxiously for the best angle and best scoop.

Where Peter was shaking with nerves, his stomach in unbearable knots, Tony was a glass lake of composure. Pepper squeezed his hand, and Peter honestly didn't know if he should feel reassured or even more nervous than before.

Tony stepped up to the podium, and the flashes increased tenfold. Peter wanted to run, to scream, to hide, until he caught a whiff of peach and mango and had to fight back a giggle that Tony still smelled like MJ's body wash. Just that morning, he'd woken up with Tony by his side, and suddenly he was soaring, realizing he'd never been happier than he had been with Tony this past week.

"I love you so much," Tony had said, and Peter believed him wholeheartedly.

Especially if his still sore ass was any indication.

Tony held up his hand in greeting to the reporters and launched into his speech without preamble. "I've never been good at keeping secrets, yet somehow this one stayed under lock and key for quite some time. I have stepped down as CEO of Stark Industries; Pepper Potts has been promoted to that position in my stead. I am instead stepping over to Research and Design full-time."

The media erupted, completely ignoring protocol, and it took several minutes of Tony steadfastly refusing to answer questions before they calmed down.

"As such, with the help of several other top tier scientists, Stark Industries is proud to announce that we have developed a very promising prototype for my father's arc reactor design."

Once more the media burst into excited chatter. Tony gestured to one side, and a cart with a black sheet over it was rolled to the center of the platform. Tony withdrew the sheet with a flourish, much as a magician would rip off a tablecloth, and the arc reactor prototype greeted the audience with a serene blue glow.

Eyeing the arc reactor, Peter realized all he could think about was fucking Tony over the workbench in the lab. He blushed bright red as he had a moment of surreal panic that someone in the audience might be a mind reader and be privy to his X-rated thoughts.

Tony spoke, ignoring the microphones frantically waving in his face. "There has already been coverage of our research team performing experiments with the particle accelerator at Fermilab. We were trying to synthesize an atom using Howard Stark's notes as a guide, but it was Peter Parker here"—at the mention of his name, all eyes and cameras swung in his direction, making him feel dizzy with stage fright—"who suggested using Hydrogen instead, thus paving the way for a working arc reactor prototype. I will take three questions at this time."

Peter watched through a fog as Tony fielded the questions, allowing him time to breathe and resettle. Pepper touched his elbow, and Peter had to resist jumping at the startling feeling.

"Take deep breaths," she whispered in his ear, turning her head so the cameras couldn't see what she was saying. "The spotlight's about to turn your way again."

"I want to wrap up this press conference by announcing that I've entered a relationship with Peter Parker. Yes, he was an employee when I was CEO, and yes, that was inappropriate to keep hidden. If you have any questions regarding the details of our relationship, please feel free to keep them to yourself. I'm now turning over this press conference to the new CEO of Stark Industries—Ms. Pepper Potts!"

In front of the entire world, Tony Stark kissed Peter. It was chaste—for them, anyway—but Peter still felt his entire body heat up in embarrassment.

"Oh, sure, it's fine if he sticks his hands in your pants on a club dance floor, but god forbid he kiss you at a press conference," Peter chided himself.

A hand on his elbow, Tony steered Peter back through the door and into the antechamber, Happy close behind. When the door closed, the cacophony of the press conference was completely sealed off. Tony turned his eyes hungrily in Peter's direction and said, "Your boss has already agreed to give you the rest of the afternoon off while Pepper fields any further questions within your department.

"So you're coming with me."

Happy drove them back to Tony's house where Tony immediately led Peter up to the bedroom. When the door closed behind them, Tony got an unreadable look on his face.

"I feel silly, but I stole something from your bedroom." At Peter's shocked look, Tony held up the pair of leather pants Peter had worn that first time in Bottom Feeders.

"Oh."

Peter recalled Tony asking about the pants and the very specific things he wanted to do while Peter wore them.

"Tony, I'm really sorry, but I'm still a little sore from last night. I want to, but—"

"Sorry, I didn't want to presume. Just that I couldn't stop thinking about you all day. When I get near you, I just— But if you're sore, then… Well, there are plenty of things I wanted to do that don't involve me going inside you."

"Oh."

"But, of course, it's your body. We can—"

"Let me use your bathroom so I can change."

The pants fit him just as perfectly as they had the first time, contouring against his ass and thighs like they were a layer of paint. He thought about putting on a shirt but decided against it. If he were at home, he might have borrowed some of MJ's eyeliner, but he supposed he would have to do without.

When he emerged from the bathroom, it was like a shadow passed over Tony's face. He had stripped while Peter was in the bathroom, so there was nothing to hide his swelling cock.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful. I just wanna—can I…? This is kind of embarrassing."

"Tony, you fingered me in a club bathroom. I think we're past that."

"You're right. Damn, we get pretty wild around each other, don't we?"

"We built an arc reactor in your basement in less than a week. 'Wild' doesn't even begin to cover it. Now…" Peter slinked into Tony's personal space and wrapped his arms around his shoulder. "What is it that daddy would like me to do?"

Tony swallowed heavily, and his eyes darkened once more. "Could you lie on the bed and let me jerk off onto those pants? I'll blow you after."

Peter's heart pounded in his chest. "I, uh—"

"Forget it. It's stupid—"

"Oh my god, it's hot as fuck. My brain just needed a second to process because every ounce of blood I have in my body is currently in my dick right now."

Tony watched Peter turn and walk to the bed, his ass looking awe-inspiringly perfect in those leather pants. Peter sat in the middle of the bed and beckoned him with his forefinger. The bruises on his neck had begun to heal, a yellowish haze encircling the purple and blue marks, and Tony had the urgent desire to refresh them.

Tony prowled over to the bed, and Peter leaned backward as Tony crawled on top of him. Peter sighed pleasantly as Tony kissed him, their lips moving together like a dance. Their bare chests brushed against each other, and through a fog, Peter recognized how soft yet firm Tony's chest was.

Tony wasted little time before taking himself in hand, and Peter could feel Tony's knuckles brushing his leg with every stroke. His own cock strained painfully against the leather pants, the tight fabric constricting it so it couldn't fill out completely. Still Tony kissed him, slowly, building their passion from a slow-moving stream to a raging river.

Tony took a break from stroking himself to rub his cock on Peter's leather pants, holding himself by the base and pressing the head firmly into his thigh. Precum slicked the fabric as Tony rutted against him, his cockhead slipping and sliding across the leather.

Tony's lips moved to Peter's chest, and nipped and sucked at his pebbled nipple. Peter propped himself on his elbows and watched Tony get himself off, alternating between stroking himself and frotting against his leg. He gyrated his hips, hoping he'd be able to get some friction between his own aching cock and his pants, but it was like having his hard on caught in a vice, unable to achieve even the slightest relief.

Clear fluid streaked Peter's pants as Tony's thrusts against the leather quickened and turned erratic. His breath came out in short, harried gasps beside Peter's ear, the frantic puffs of air condensing on his sensitive skin.

Suddenly, Tony rocked back onto his heels, biting his lower lip so hard it looked white, his hand rapidly pumping his cock. He gazed down at Peter's body, his eyes heavily lidded as he rapidly approached orgasm.

With Peter's name on his lips, he came, white ropes landing on the leather pants. Without so much as a pause, Tony bent over and licked clean every drop he had spilled. Peter's breath hitched as he felt the pressure of Tony's tongue against his leg, chasing errant drops across the fabric.

By now, Peter's erection was becoming painful as it pressed against its confines. He choked back a shout as Tony undid the button and drew down the zipper with his teeth, his cock springing free as soon as the fabric was pushed aside. He was leaking so steadily that the inside of his pants was a mess of precum. Tony's tongue was immediately busy cleaning Peter before he sucked him down to the root. With a groan, Peter bucked into Tony's mouth as he arched completely off the bed. Tony pushed Peter's hands onto the back of his own head and gagged encouragingly on his cock.

"Fuck, Tony, you're—!"

Fists tightening in Tony's hair, he thrust harshly into his mouth, holding him down by the back of the head. Tony moaned in ecstasy as best he could with his mouth full, stroking Peter's thighs with the flats of his hands.

Peter could feel his balls tightening and knew he was getting close. An intense sensation had been building ever since Tony had so hungrily crawled atop him. Tony was still on him, sucking him with an intense fervor Peter had never experienced before.

"Shit, it's—"

A fountain of euphoria spread through his body, and for a moment, he thought he blacked out. Tony greedily sucked everything down, reluctantly pulling back when Peter became too sensitive. His arms flopped bonelessly above his head as he reveled in the intense state of bliss.

"Fuck, Tony, I think you sucked my brain out of my cock."

Tony chuckled and wrapped Peter up in his arms. Peter snuggled against Tony's chest before he yawned.

"I think I've discovered some new kinks," Tony was saying. Peter struggled to keep awake long enough to comprehend his words.

"Mmm? Like what?"

"I can tell you right now that I've never wanted to cum on as many articles of clothing as I do around you. Is there a word for that? I'm sure there is."

"How am I supposed to know? You're the one who sucked my brain out of my dick. M'thoughts are all muzzy…"

Another chuckle. Tony shifted so Peter's head was more comfortably pillowed on his arm. "Get sleep while you can. We've got some busy days ahead of us."

"Hmm?"

"We're going to build another arc reactor. Hopefully one we can install as a working product. We'll—"

Peter's light snores interrupted him.