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Hello! Yes I am taking short prompts, thank you so much for sending me one! I hope this isn’t completely different from what you wanted 💕 

Tagging @starkeristheendgame and @silkystark

“In case you hadn’t noticed Kid, I am not 14 anymore, and neither are you. We are not playing fucking truth or dare.” Tony said, running a hand over his face, this not being the pillow talk he was expecting. Peter was still tightly wrapped in his arms, chest to chest. It didn’t take long before Peter started talking again, it would take more than a good fuck to shut him up, practically as soon as he got his breath back it was a ‘Soooo, Tony. I have an idea.’ all dragged out in a way that tells Tony exactly how long he has been waiting to bring up said idea.  

Tony and Peter had been officially together for a few weeks, once they got over all of the bullshit that kept them apart for years beforehand. Or more specifically, Tony’s bullshit that kept him holding Peter at arms length for years. Peter helped Tony feel again, helped him accept that sometimes it doesn’t matter if you are a mess, you still deserve to be loved. It was a long road, full of tears and arguments, false threats of walking away and drunken phone calls begging them not to, but they got here, right to this moment where Peter was giving him the most adorable puppy dog eyes he had ever seen and his heart melted. 

“Oh but Mr. Stark-” 

“Tony. Jesus Kid, you just took my cock, we are most certainly on first name terms.” 

“If I ask nicely, calling you Tony, can we please play truth or dare?” Peter asked and there was that glint in his eye that Tony wished he had missed because it is was his downfall every single time. 

There was a long dragged out sigh as if Tony was fighting with some will power he didn’t have, “Fine. But it better be nice.” 

Peter sat up on his elbow so he got a better look at Tony’s face, “Please please please, Tony-” And with every please he leaned in, saying his name just as their lips brushed, “Could we please play truth or dare?” He asked in barely a whisper. 

The willpower Tony did have wasn’t armed against a pretty thing in his bed begging so nicely, he never called himself a saint. Closing the gap and hand against Peter’s hip gently pulling him closer. It took a few moment’s but he answered the question with a firm, “Dare.” Because they both knew he wasn’t scared of making a fool out of himself. 

Peter whined, looking up at him again, breathing slightly off again from the kiss but neither commented, “No, you are meant to say truth. I have some- Tony.” 

God, it was his own fault for arming him with that word, the whine of his name from Peter’s lips made him utterly defenseless. “So truth or truth. Maybe just say it is an interview next time, Kid.” He scoffed, shaking his head. “Fine. Truth.” 

Peter grinned at him, adjusting himself so he was an inch or so further back, just enough to look at Tony properly, “First question, how long have you know you love me?” He asked, confident and matter of fact. 

Tony almost choked, his eyes widening slightly as he tried to gather his thoughts. The question might not have been so alarming if they had actually admitted it to each other before. They both knew the feeling was there but saying it aloud was another thing entirely. “Wow Kid. Normally you start with a warm-up question, maybe, have you ever kissed someone before? Who do you fancy?” 

“Mr. Stark I am being serious.” Peter said quietly, cheeks tinged with the perfect shade of pink. 

“So am I, Kid. Well, if you want an honest answer… Shit. Love?” Tony asked quietly, looking off at the wall behind Peter; trying to really think, and Peter let him, resting there silently on the bed. He watched as a small smile tugged at Tony’s lips, “Right, do you remember back when you came home after college? When you- yes that night- when you called me at 3 am because no taxi would take you home in case you puked everywhere?” He asked, finally making eye contact with a currently cringing Peter. “You were sat in my car drunkenly rambling about nothing, but you were so excited about everything. I noticed it more after that, while you were sober. It never mattered what it was, you are so content and positive with life, and you’ve had some shit happen. I don’t know, listening to you talk about how pretty traffic lights are at 4 am made me realise I loved you. Hit me like a truck, kid. But I don’t know how long I have loved you.” He breathed, and suddenly the mood shifted in the room, because it was rare for Tony to bare his heart like this, and a serious answer wasn’t what Peter had been expecting at all, as Tony could probably tell from the shine in his eyes. 

“Tony…” Peter breathed, knowing pushing too much further might ruin the admission, and he thought it was perfect how it was because it was Tony. He reached up to cup his cheek, pressing a tender kiss to his welcoming lips and it felt like the most intimate thing they had ever done, including the things this bed had seen. 

Tony cleared his throat, kissing Peter once more with more a peck, pulling back, “Right, truth or dare?”

Peter was holding onto the moment, hand still stroking Tony’s cheek, looking at him with nothing more adoration in his eyes, “Dare.” He breathed without thinking. 

“Hm, can it be sexual? Because I am leaning towards some more adult games.” Tony said while wiggling his eyebrows ridiculously.