Well….

Same energy.

Thank you and have a pleasant day.

And Tony will be absolutely gone at the sight of dark lashes fluttering sweetly against hollowed cheeks, those obscene lips stretched thin around three of his fingers and shiny with drool, the little furrow between Peter’s brows as he struggles to take all of his fingers all the way to the third knuckle– most of the time (always) he’ll give in, all semblance of self-control snapping as he shoves the clutter of tools off the worktable to yank Peter up by fistfuls of his hair and throw him on top the now cleared surface instead, roughly kneeing the boy’s legs apart even as he growls “slutty little thing, so hungry for daddy’s fingers in all your holes, hmm?” Spit-slick fingers nudging against that fluttering pink hole and now grinning cockily at the needy mewls in response, Tony will then purr “oh kitten, daddy’s gonna make you scream” before sliding home into that tight wet heat with a thrust of his wrist; canines glinting as he immediately begins fingerfucking Peter’s hole mercilessly and ripping squeals from the boy’s throat