Tony’s cock is massive and Peter’s super tight. They make it happen anyways. Breeding kink and Size kink with some cute aftercare at the end :)) The first time Peter sees Tony’s cock, his stomach drops. They’re in Tony’s bedroom with Tony’s shirt shucked up above his toned stomach and Peter had honestly planned on sucking him off but fuck. How is that supposed to fit anywhere? Peter does his absolute best, stretching his jaw as wide as it will go over the head of Tony’s cock, barely making it an inch past the head due to the size. There are tears running down his face and drool drips down further onto Tony’s cock as the ache in his jaw intensifies.
Tony knows he’s big, he knows it isn’t always pleasant to have a massive cock in your mouth and sensing the boy’s discomfort, he gently pulls him off of his cock. Peter immediately moves to massage at his jaw, trying to work the soreness out.
“Tony, I want to get you off.” Peter whines, sounding disappointed in himself for not being able to take it. “Don’t just want to give you some shitty handjob though.” And fuck, Tony cannot stand to hear the boy sound so defeated.
“What if you took me back here, honey?” Tony moves his hand to squeeze at the boy’s ass. “Would that make you feel good?”
Peter’s eyes instantly widen in nervousness.
“T-Tony, I don’t um, I don’t think it’s gonna fit in me.” Peter mumbles out quietly, vision locked on the huge cock in front of him.
“We can make it fit, honey.” Tony suggests, locking eyes with Peter. “Only if you want to though, baby.”
Peter takes in a shaky breath before slowly nodding his head, moving to pull down his boxers. Tony grabs his bottle of lube from his nightstand and pours it over his fingers, letting his ring finger rub over Peter’s little hole before dipping inside. Peter’s hole is tight, tightening around his finger in a death grip as Tony slowly encourages him to relax. He rubs a hand over the base of Peter’s tummy and coos at the whimpering boy below him.
“Shh honey, you’re doing so well. Gonna be so good for me, hmm?” Tony coos, slipping a second finger in once the boy relaxes a little bit. “Yeah Tony, wanna be good, gonna be good for you.” Peter breathes out, high pitched moans falling from his lips. Tony takes his time admiring the pink flush fading down his chest and the red bitten lips those sinful noises are falling from. Peter’s eyes are wide and glassy and there’s a faint sheen of sweat covering his body. All in all, the boy looks obscene. Tony lets Peter’s hole loosen up before he’s scissoring his fingers apart to stretch the boy as much as possible.
Peter is keening high in his throat at the stretch and feels his high approaching all too quickly.
“Ton-fuck, Tony, I’m gonna cum, gonna cum.” Peter almost shouts. Tony smirks up at Peter and keeps his fingers moving at the same pace as before, pushing the boy closer to his orgasm. “You can cum for me again, right honey?” Tony’s tone almost promises that it isn’t up for discussion, but catches Peter’s short nod before the boy is falling apart on his fingers.
Tony gives the boy a few minutes to catch his breath before he lubes his cock up and gently moves Peter into position, glassy eyes gazing up at him.
“We can go slow honey, you tell me if we need to stop, okay?” Tony murmurs, brushing the boy’s hair out of his eyes. Peter gives a soft smile and a small nod before Tony’s head is nudging up to his hole.
The initial stretch is okay, Peter’s brow only clenching up a bit until he’s relaxing around the intrusion. But then, Tony’s pushing deeper and Peter’s crying out, hole seizing up around Tony’s cock. Tony immediately calms the boy.
“Honey, if you clamp down, you’re gonna hurt yourself. You’ve gotta relax honey, gotta relax so I can pull out.” Tony’s words are met with a tighter squeeze and a series of “nonononononono”.
Peter almost sounds hysterical as he cries out, “don’t pull out, don’t pull out Tony, no, stay in me, stay inme stayinmestayinme.” The poor boy is panicking at the thought of Tony leaving his body.
“Okay honey, okay, shhh, I’ve got you, ‘m not going anywhere sweetheart, I’m right here, I’ve got you.” Peter’s breathing slows at Tony’s soothing words and his hole slowly relaxes until he’s completely calm again.
Peter nods up at Tony and Tony pushes in another few inches, going slowly until he’s reached the base and Peter’s eyes are wide again. He’s never felt anything stretch him so wide before and he swears he feels Tony’s cock in his throat.
“M’ so full. M’ full, Tony, all full.” Peter’s whispering out nearly incoherent babbles as his breath speeds up again.
“I know you are honey, you’re doing so good. Such a good boy for me, taking me so well.” Tony soothes once again, weary of the boy’s mental state.
“Tony, move. Move, move, Tony. Fuck me.” Peter’s gasping out, trying to rock his hips back onto Tony.
Tony carefully grips Peter’s hips and starts moving his hips, he pulls back until only his head remains sheathed and slowly presses himself back into the boy, feeling dizzy at his heat. Tony gradually picks up his pace, gritting his teeth at the athleticism it’s taking to slam himself into the boy as Peter cries out at every motion.
“You’re so far in me, Tony, in my tummy. You’re in my tummy.” Peter’s babbling out, reaching down to cradle the base of his stomach. “M’ all filled up with you, Tony. Want you to put your babies in me. Put your cum in my belly.”
Tony groans out at Peter’s words, slamming his hips harder into the boy.
“Oh- Tony, I’m gonna cum. M’gonna cum.” Peter’s whining out, keening high in his throat as his cock leaks out his release, dripping down onto his belly. “Tony, wan’ your babies in me, wanna be all full of your cum.”
The boy has tears in his eyes as he begs for Tony’s cum. Tony takes one glance at the boy and can’t help himself.
“Gonna fill you all up, honey. Gonna give you what you want. Put my cum up in your belly, right here.” Tony rubs his hand over Peter’s tummy, slamming his hips into Peter in a sloppy manner.
Peter’s growing oversensitive after his second orgasm as he feels Tony’s cock pound into his insides. “C’mon Tony, I’ve been good, give me your cum. Get m’ all full.” Peter’s slowly losing coherence, words barely making any sound now when he moans out at the warmth of Tony flood his insides.
When Peter wakes up, Tony’s holding him to his chest in a warm bath. “T-Tony?” Peter croaks out.
“Hey honey, you feeling okay?” Tony murmurs, lips pressed into Peter’s hair. “You blacked out on me for a second there.”
Peter slowly nods, relaxing into Tony’s arms. “M’ a little sore, but I think I’ll be okay.”
Tony helps Peter clean up, rubbing a warm cloth over his body until he smells like their expensive soaps and helps him into soft pajamas. Once in bed (with fresh sheets), he cradles the boy close to him, drowning him in kisses until he falls asleep.
