(not) Hyperfixating on Starker

Peter rolled his eyes. 

“Well, you know I don’t do store-bought. What would be the point of having this dinner in the first place?” 

“I don’t know, catching up with friends? Enjoying an evening of laughter and good company?”

Peter chuckled as Tony pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“You look good like this,” Tony whispered, his hands sliding beneath Peter’s apron which he’d half-jokingly gotten for him. It was pink and lacy, with the words “property of Tony Stark” printed across the chest. Underneath, Peter had on nothing but boxer briefs. “So pretty, like my obedient little housewife.” 

Peter could feel his cheeks beginning to flush. 

“Don’t try anything,” Peter warned. “They’ll be here soon.” 

“I wasn’t gonna.” 

Peter scoffed as Tony’s fingers crept across his stomach, drawing soft circles on his skin. He let out a shudder as his hands brushed against a sensitive spot, sending tingles throughout his body. 

“Oh yeah? Then what are your fingers doing?”

“They’re trying to relax you. Is it working?”

Peter sighed softly and leaned into Tony’s touch. Tony’s hard cock pressed back against his ass. 

“Tony, no,” Peter muttered as the man pressed kisses down his neck, whimpering as Tony cupped his growing erection. 

“You just keep on working,” Tony whispered against his ear. “Let me make you feel good.”

Peter picked up a ghost-shaped cookie cutter, trying to focus on the job at hand while Tony tugged down Peter’s boxers and pulled out his leaking cock. He sighed as Tony’s large hand wrapped around his length, slowly stroking him from behind, his breath hot against Peter’s neck. 

“How’s it going there?” Tony said, smirking as he watched Peter fumble with the mold, his fingers trembling as Tony increased his pace. Peter moaned as Tony sucked on his neck, making him press down into the dough at the wrong spot, decapitating a ghost in the process. 

“Seems like you need some help,” Tony chuckled. Peter glared at him. 

“I hate you,” he breathed. Tony only hummed in response, pulling down Peter’s boxers all the way to squeeze an ass cheek. 

“Well, since you’re not getting anything done anyway.” 

He pulled down his own pants and briefs, teasing his head against Peter’s entrance. Peter sucked in a breath and gripped the edge of the counter, abandoning the task in front of him altogether.

“Fuck, just do it quick, just get inside me.” 

“As you wish,” Tony said with an air of triumph. 

He cursed as he began to press inside, the tight squeeze of his walls overwhelming his senses. 

“God, you’re always so tight, aren’t you? No matter how much I fuck you, how much you’re a slut for my cock, your asshole will just always be so perfect for me.” 

“Shut the fuck up,” Peter muttered, “and fuck me like you mean it.”

“You said it.” 

Tony slammed into him, making Peter cry out and drop down onto his elbows on the counter. His hands scrambled for purchase, fingers fisting in the cookie dough as Tony thrusted relentlessly. Tony’s grip on his hips tightened, leaving handprints on his flour-stained skin. 

“You really are so pretty,” Tony muttered. “Looking so cute baking in this skimpy little outfit. Did you want me to fuck you? Wanted me to leave you red-faced and fucked out, to show our friends what a slut you are?” 

Peter whimpered at his words, the heat spreading on his cheeks. 

“Shit, Tony, Tony, please please…” Peter babbled as the man abused his hole again and again, making him see stars as he hit his prostate. 

“Please what?” Tony said, his voice a growl against Peter’s ear.

“Please, I’m close, I’m so close, I need to cum…” Peter whimpered, looking back at Tony with pleading eyes. 

“You can cum for me,” Tony said. “Cum, Peter, let go.” 

Tony’s hand wrapped around Peter’s length again, tugging at him in time with his thrusts. Peter’s entire body trembled at the stimulation, his knuckles white as he gripped the counter, feeling the pressure build in his lower abdomen. 

Peter groaned out Tony’s name as he came, staining the side of the table. With a few more thrusts, Tony’s release followed soon after, filling Peter up with his seed.  They panted together as they came down from their highs, bodies still pressed together, Tony buried to the hilt inside Peter. 

“Well, dessert is ruined,” Peter muttered, glaring back at Tony. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” Tony chuckled, pressing a kiss to Peter’s cheek. “”Let’s order a pumpkin pie or something, okay?” 

Peter grumbled but gave in as Tony pressed their lips together. Peter’s lips were buttery and sugar-coated, making Tony smile into the kiss. 

They jumped and broke apart as the doorbell rang. Peter turned to stare at the door in alarm. 

“Shit, get dressed,” Tony said, picking up their clothes from the floor. 

“Wow, who thought it’d be a good idea to fuck just before a Halloween dinner?” Peter muttered. His face was still impossibly pink, the bruises along his neck unmistakable. 

“Well, if you didn’t want me to pounce on you, maybe you shouldn’t’ve been baking nearly naked.” 

“Way to blame the victim,” Peter said, glaring at Tony while a smile tugged at his lips. 

“Please,” Tony said, rolling his eyes as he zipped up his pants. “You were not a victim.”

“Open up, you horndogs,” Nat’s muffled voice sounded through the door. 

Peter’s eyes widened. 

“You don’t think they heard, do you?” 

“If they did, we gave them a good show.”

Tony laughed at Peter’s mortified expression. 

“Come on. Let’s go greet them.”