I have no idea if your comfortable of peter wearing a dress but what about a request where Tony takes peter to a party or bar and he can't keep his hands off him
Honestly, Tony really was trying to focus on the party - making nice with investors, turning on the charm for the blonde who was outwardly flirting with him, paying attention to whatever dull story the grey haired man was telling in an agonisingly slow tone.
He was trying to behave. He was sucking up enough to make Pepper proud.
The only issue was his boyfriend.
His boyfriend, whom to everyone else currently in the room was his intern and nothing else.
His boyfriend, who had shown up with red lipstick, mascara and the prettiest little maroon silk dress - classy enough to pass as appropriate while being short enough and revealing enough to teeter on the edge of slutty. To drive Tony to the damn edge.
And look, it wasn't the first time he'd seen Peter in a dress - but he only usually tended to wear them in private, so when he had shown up at the gala with Natasha on his arm donning the attire, it had caught Tony off guard.
At first he had been a little worried. The folk here were hardly 'with the times', and by that he meant that they had all called Tony worse than shit when he had initially come out as bisexual.
Pepper had many of them escorted out at the first party after that news hit. He's pretty sure Steve had broken a couple of fingers, too - but plausible deniability and all that.
He didn't need to worry though, because Natasha directed a skillful death glare at anyone who dared look at Peter wrong, and Tony was more than grateful.
He knew Peter got insecure pretty easily - particularly when it came to this. The first time Tony had caught him wrapped in one of May's summer dresses (he really ought to learn to knock) the kid had freaked out badly, begging Tony not to leave him because of it.
Of course Tony would never dream of it.
After a long conversation Peter had concluded he liked dresses. He liked makeup, and high heels, because they made him feel pretty. He still identified very much as male and didn't see that changing, he just really enjoyed femininity at times.
Tony had shown his support by buying Peter a second wardrobe at the compound, complete with dresses and skirts and delicate shoes - as well as a few bits of makeup that Peter kept on their vanity these days.
From then on Peter dressed up once a week, on days they were scheduled to stay in the compound.
Still - seeing him now was different. He wasn't just wearing one of his dresses from the closet - he had gotten properly ready with a new dress, painted nails and freshly shaven legs that stretched for miles, and it was making Tony drool just looking at him.
He was really finding it hard to pay attention to anything being said to him, and finally he excused himself to the bar where Peter was perched on a stool, sipping champagne next to Natasha.
He ordered a drink from the bartender. More of an excuse, really.
He leaned in as subtlety as he could, getting a whiff of Peter's floral perfume.
"You look gorgeous, sweetheart," he said, his hand grazing over Peter's waist.
Peter's cheeks flushed red, emphasised by the blusher coating them.
"Thank you, Mr Stark," he said, fluttering those dark lashes in his direction, and Tony was really going to have to adjust his dress slacks soon.
He spared a glance around them for a moment and, satisfied no one was watching, he let his hand rest on the pale skin of Peter's thigh, fingers creeping up just enough to slip under the hem of the dress before he stopped himself and trailed the hand down to Peter's knee, squeezing softly as he took his drink.
He knew it was risky, a lot more stupidly reckless than he tended to be with Peter, but he couldn't help himself. He needed to touch, his fingers drawn to Peter by some invisible force he couldn't fight against.
And quite frankly, didn't want to either. Peter truly did look gorgeous. He was the most beautiful person in the room, and Tony wanted to take him right then and there. Slide into him in front of everyone. Fuck into him slow so everyone knew to whom he belonged. He wanted to make sure Peter knew just how pretty he was.
Except Pepper would likely be pissed, and he would get arrested for public indecency for the seventh (?) time, and then Pepper would be super pissed and possibly castrate him or something.
He opted instead to move his hand to Peter's bare shoulder, thumbing the thin strap before letting his finger move briefly to his collarbone where the smooth texture of skin turned to that of makeup.
That was Tony's doing - but how was he supposed to know Peter would be wearing something so low cut? He had purposefully avoided his neck for the very reason.
Peter was watching him carefully, expression innocent but eyes burning with something else. The innocent look might've fooled anyone else, but Tony knew better. He had already seen Peter on his knees, face strewn with cum as he begged for more, eyelashes batting as he asked to suck Tony off.
"Enjoy the evening, Mr Parker," he said, forcing himself back into the crowd before he really couldn't stop himself from leaning in to steal a taste of the strawberry lipgloss he knew Peter was wearing.
It was his favourite, after all.
One more hour, he told himself. Then he will have been here for a socially acceptable amount of time, and he could grab Peter and take him home. He just hoped he wouldn't be too pissed about Tony coming all over his new dress.
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