#spideyiron

Stranger: I can't, dude. C a n ' t. PP

You: Why not, though? I've seen you two. Tension, my friend. NL

Stranger: One, I'm bad at flirting anyway, and two, he's TONY FUCKING STARK PP Doesn't work. PP

You: It doesn't have to be stereotypical flirting. You guys are science people. Channel it there? NL Call him daddy. NL

Stranger: How can I just call him Daddy though PP

You: Somethin' like... 'What's up, daddy-o?' NL Send him a sexy text, say wrong number if it goes wrong? NL

You: C'mon, Pete. You're smart. NL

Stranger: Oh, fuck. PP I KNOW I'M SMART BUT LIKE PP I see him and then he just makes my brain melt out my ears and all I can do is say 'rail me, daddy' PP

You: 10/10, I'd totally take it and rail you into next year. NL Platonically, of course. NL  Ask him to help you tinker with your suit, try to schedule it late so it's just the two of you in his workshop... NL And then try it on, right there. You did say you practically had to wear a jockstrap for that new suit, right? NL

Stranger: Platonic railing. What an ego stroke, lmao. PP I mean. Yeah. Jockstrap's ideal but I've got these booty short things that work too. PP No shit. I had to go shop in the girl's department for something that would be tight enough. PP

Stranger: I don't know what /he's/ getting at with that stupid suit. Fuck. PP

You: I'm telling you, you're sexy, man. NL  Hey, if that's not an excuse to oogle you, then I don't know what is. NL I know it's in the name of aerodynamics, but. He wants a piece of you, I'm sure. Spidey senses tingling and all. NL

You: Get lacey booty shorts and BAM. Instant railing. NL

Stranger: Lacy booty shorts. PP

Stranger: You're serious. PP

You: I'm actually serious. Can be black, or dark blue. Don't have to be pink. NL

You: Or maybe even Iron Man red? NL

Stranger: Oh fuck. Lmao. PP

You: You're considering it, aren't you. NL

Stranger: [...] Dude, I /am./ PP

You: At this point... What's there to lose? NL I wouldn't be encouraging you if I didn't have enough supporting evidence. NL

Stranger: Give me what supporting evidence you /actually/ have. PP

You: [5 attached images: Papparazzi-stlye shots, Avengers and friend private party at Stark Tower. Tony's talking to Peter, and his eyes shine and his body is turned towards him. In the series, he slowly places a hand on his lower back.] Like so. NL

Stranger: Okay but like. /How/ did you take those. PP

You: I have friends, Peter. I did networking, you know? NL Secrets. NL

Stranger: Mr. Stark's gonna kill you if he finds out. PP [...] Fuck, I found red ones. PP

Stranger: Dude I found red ones in stock at JC Penney what am I /doing/. PP

You: That's why he won't. You think that me hanging out with Hawkeye was just shit and giggles? NL Dude was a spy. Stark won't find out. NL BUY. THEM. NL

You: Preferably, a size too small so you know. They emphasize stuff. NL

Stranger: oh my god. PP [...] FUCKING HELL THEY'RE SO SHORT PP and before you ask yes i'm trying them on. PP

You: Picture proof, dude! NL  Gotta approve or not. Say yes to the panty, spiderman edition. NL

Stranger: Ned, I love you, dude. PP [Image - a size too small, as suggested, lacy red booty shorts in a picture from the lower ribs down] PP

You: That's a yes from me, Peter. They're fabulous. NL Send that to him. NL  Say wrong number. NL

Stranger: Nothing /on/ it? Like, no--'so what do you think?' or anything?? PP

You: Oh, add that, too. NL And 'daddy'. Very important. NL

Stranger: oh my /god./ PP

You: You can't tell me it's a bad idea??? NL I'm giving you optionss, my dude. NL

You: Dirty romp in the workroom, or dirty sexting. NL

Stranger: I'M DOING IT PP i'm doing it. PP I'm...these are kinda comfortable for being this small?? PP I'm confused. PP

Stranger: Fuck. Okay. Okay. I'm texting him. PP If this blows up it's your fault. PP

You: I'll take the fall, but I assure you it won't blow up. Just own up to it. NL Don't fuck it up. Go get that daddy dick! NL

Stranger: You'd better take the fall. PP [...] [To: Tony, the same picture] So, come on, Daddy, what do you think? Tell me.. ;) PP

You: ...That actually looks criminally good on you, Parker. I'm almost jealous of whom you're sending it to. TS  I think you might have the wrong number, though. TS

Stranger: [...] And if I told you it wasn't...? PP

You: I'd ask you to tell daddy the truth. TS Did you really mean to send me that? TS

Stranger: [...] Yeah. PP

You: You're a little tease. TS The color choice was a nice touch. It's not Spiderman red, is it. TS

Stranger: No. PP It's not. PP

You: And is that something you wear on the regular, or a bratty whim? TS

Stranger: [...] Bratty whim. PP

You: Do you actually know what you're putting me through here, Peter? TS  I'm supposed to be a responsible adult. TS  And you're making it difficult. TS

Stranger: Maybe you should tell me. PP Daddy. PP

You: Oh, baby, you're already in for a bit of discipline. TS You make it hard for me not to pin you against the workroom wall whenever you go off on anything science related. TS

Stranger: I wish you would. PP

You: Oh, really? To have my wicked way with you right there? So whenever you come down to see me, that's all you can think about? TS

Stranger: [...] Yeah. Definitely. I just. PP [...] My brain melts out of my ears. PP

You: Hah, you're adorable, too. You're killing me here. TS As a matter of fact, Pete... My workroom is pretty empty right now. TS And we can always continue up in my suite. TS Only if you really want it. I'm a gentleman first, baby. TS

Stranger: I wouldn't have texted you like that if I didn't want it. PP Twenty minutes? PP

You: Good. I like bratty babies that know what they want. TS I'll be waiting here for you. TS

You: PS: bring those booty shorts. TS

Stranger: Already am. PP [To: Ned] I. Fucking. Owe. You. PP

Stranger: It's in writing. I owe you. PP

You: YOU SEE? I'll screen shot this. NL  You know that there's a mandatory coffee bro-date to get the dirty details after, right? NL

Stranger: Oh, yeah. I know. PP I'll get ahold of you about when that can be. PP

Stranger: [Paragraphs, here? (: ]

You: [Sure thing!!]

You: [i'll start paraas with tony, then!]

Stranger: [[You're the best, thank you!]

You: Tony couldn't actually believe it. His day hadn't started all that well-- he hadn't had much sleep at all, Pepper had been getting on his case about getting a wife or husband or even a hookup, and this new feature he was trying to adapt to his suit wasn't really working out. On top of it all, it'd been a few nights in a row where he'd been having... explicit dreams about a certain barely-legal member of their team, and boy was it difficult waking up hard and sweaty. But after this particular set of texts, he was suddenly hyper-aware of everything in his hands. The bug that seemed to laugh at him-- gone, fixed in a second. Ideas for new upgrades for the Spiderman suit filled his head, and he had FRIDAY take note of those for him while he fetched condoms and lube to place in the workshop. He had to be ready, after all. Plopping down on his recently cleared couch, he set onto waiting for Peter, actually excited. The kid had access to this particular room, so he wouldn't have to announce his arrival.

Stranger: It wasn't that Peter was a virgin, not really -- but when it came to dealing with Tony Stark, he felt like a blushing, sixteen year old virgin again. His hands shook a little and the booty shorts that clung to him felt better than he wanted to admit as he stepped out of the elevator, exhaling softly. His face and neck were red, heart skipping a beat here and there as he made his way down to the workroom, licking his lips and dodging in with a tiny smile before he dug his teeth into his lower lip. His jeans hung just a little low, the slightest bit of red lace peeking out from the waistband, and his t-shirt clung to him as he shifted on his feet a little, gaze falling on Tony. "Uh. Hey," he breathed, voice cracking just slightly.

You: For Tony, it was always a little like a breath of fresh air, seeing Peter. It was a sure way to lift his spirits, to erase the frown in his brow, and-- lately, to get him hot under the collar. He knew for a fact that Banner had noticed, as observant as he was, so he'd tried hiding it and denying it, but it was too much. He was a weak, weak man, and if the kid came to him in lacy underwear calling him daddy, what was he to do? He wouldn't treat him as just another lay, that was for sure. "Hey yourself, Pete. C'mere," He greeted the other with a small smile, patting his lap to beckon him closer. He was sitting comfortably on the couch, legs spread and hair a little messy, eyes dark with the knowledge of what would happen next. "You got here quickly."

Stranger: "Couldn't help it," Peter remarked, offering a bleat of laughter -- and he only hesitated for a moment before he made his way over and sat down gingerly onto Tony's lap, licking his lips just a little. "I didn't think you'd be so excited," he added with a shy little grin, letting out a shaky breath he didn't know he was holding, glancing him over and reaching up to ruffle his hands through his hair. "I'm glad you are."

You: He couldn't help but grin-- Peter's laugh was lovely, and Tony wanted the kid to be comfortable with him in this sense, too. His hands automatically moved to his hips, holding him firmly on his laps, and thumb idly caressing the peek of red lace. "I am very excited. I have a beautiful boy on my lap, wearing lingerie for me. How can I not?" He said, playful grin on his lips. "I really, really want you, Peter," He murmured in a lower, more intimate voice, gaze adoring. "May I kiss you?"

Stranger: Peter swallowed thickly, letting out a shallow breath as he felt Tony's thumb caress over the red lace that was clung against his skin, and he licked his lips with another little breath of laughter. "I--really, really want you, too," he mumbled softly, voice low and heady -- and when he looked back up, meeting Tony's gaze, his own was through heavy lashes. "...Please kiss me, Daddy," he breathed, and saying it /aloud/ made a thrill roll through him.

You: As focused as he was on Peter, Tony followed that sneaky tongue as it peeked out, the tiny gesture making his blood boil already, and he found his hands moving again. He slid one up Peter's body, caressing his side and neck gently to cup his jaw and face. However, it was Peter's voice, low and breathy calling him /that/ what really made Tony lose it. With a low growl, he leaned in and took Peter's lips in passionate kiss, slow but possessive and commanding, meant to explore and mark as his from the get go. He was planning on worshipping him later with sweet kisses, but Peter knew exactly how to make him lose control. He just hadn't realized it yet.

Stranger: Peter's eyelids fluttered when Tony took his lips -- and immediately, warm and pliant, his mouth opened to Tony's and his tongue lolled out just a little to meet his between their mouths. He leaned into the kiss easily, hands splaying out over Tony's chest to bolster his body up as he whined softly into his mouth, shifting enough so he could straddle the other properly. Once he was straddling Tony's lap, his hips arched up into Tony's hand that was on them, and his head tilted into the kiss.

You: That little whine made Tony's hand on his hip tighten a little bit out of reflex. Added to the new weight on his lap and the hands on his chest, Tony soon found his head leaning to the side a little to deepen their kiss, nipping at the boy's lower lip playfully, trying to coax a bit of the brat in the boy. Wanting to do just that, he slid his thumb under the waistband of the lacy underwear, caressing his bare skin.

Stranger: Peter gasped into Tony's mouth, body arching when he felt Tony's thumb slide under the waistband of the underwear he wore -- and he shifted just a little, fingers curling into the front of his shirt and opening his mouth just a little wider before he sucked Tony's lower lip into his mouth, sucking on and nursing it just a little between his teeth before he pulled away with a /pop./ Gasping for a little breath, his hips pressed down, ass wiggling teasingly as he dove back into the kiss again.

You: There he was, bratty Peter in action. Generally, the boy was a ball of nerves, but there were times where he was self-assured and playful, even bratty, and in this situation, it was extremely arousing for Tony. That little gasp was devastating, and he allowed him to suck on his lower lip with a heavy sigh, eyes dark and a little dangerous. Kissing him again and going straight to nipping at his lower lip to slide his tongue right in, Tony also moved his hands, placing them right on Peter's ass to cup it roughly, setting the pace of his wiggling hips firmly.

Stranger: His arms crept up to hook lightly around his shoulders and neck when Tony slid his tongue in and he offered another little gasp when his lips opened just a little further. The hands that cupped his ass, though, urged a weak little whimper as he let Tony set the pace. He was overly responsive, legs quaking just a little as he pressed into Tony, arching down and moaning thickly when he felt their bodies press together firmly. He still tried, admittedly, to mess with the set pace a little as he nipped at Tony's lower lip again, twisting their tongues together.

You: Feeling Peter's body tremble was absolutely delicious. There was no other word for it. Paired with his little gasps and whimpers, it had Tony getting hard in his pants, already sporting a pretty decent erection in them that he was sure Peter would be able to feel. "You're a menace," Tony managed to murmur against his lips between kisses, squeezing the boy's ass before gently smacking it, wanting to see his reaction. He had a feeling he'd like it.

Stranger: Peter was /going/ to respond, but then Tony was smacking his ass and he couldn't do anything but squeak in response. The squeak was soft, but high, and his face washed over with a new shade of crimson as he let out a trembling little breath, leaning forward for just a moment so he could try to gather himself again. "Please spank me again, Daddy," he whispered when he could manage words, breath hot against the shell of Tony's ear.

You: That little whisper, Peter's sweet and boyish voice asking him to spank him again had Tony throbbing and having to pull in a breath to calm himself down. It was difficult, with such a delight on his lap, trembling and wanting. Moving one hand to tangle his fingers in the boy's hair firmly, he spanked him again, this time a little harder. "Like this, baby? Or harder?" He asked in his ear, voice a murmur. "Tell daddy, c'mon."

Stranger: Peter whined when he felt Tony's fingers curl into his hair, hips jerking down into Tony's and feeling his throbbing erection against him -- and another squeak bubbled up when Tony spanked him again. "Harder, Daddy," he whispered, breathless, and his eyelids were heavy as he panted for a trembling breath. People tended to treat him like glass because he seemed so slight -- but his powers lent him to be handled more roughly, though it was rare that anyone actually would. "Please."

You: And Tony knew. That Peter's powers made him able to take on damage easily, and translated into the bedroom-- it opened up a world of possibilities. "If my baby asks..." He murmurs lowly in his ear, pulling his head back sharply by his hair. Pressing his lips to the boy's throat, he started sucking a hickey there, while pulling his hand back to spank him again, harder, actually using his muscles for it. "Like that, or more?"

Stranger: This time, as Tony started to suck a hickey into his throat and swatted him again, an actual moan bubbled up -- and his eyelids fluttered, toes curling as he pressed into the way that Tony held onto him. "God--/yes,/ Daddy, just like that, please--" His voice was hoarse and unsteady, body quivering with a wave of thrill, his own cock hard and aching in his jeans and rubbing against the red lace against him.

You: "There you go. My little brat all pliant for me," He murmured into the skin of his neck, kissing up to his jaw to suck a hickey behind his ear. Spanking him once more, he moved the hand immediately after, sliding it under the boy's pants and underwear to cup his bare flesh directly. "But now, I need you to show me your panties, baby. Can you do that for me?"

Stranger: Peter nodded, almost immediately, and he reached down to open his jeans, gasping with a whine when his cock, straining against the red lace, sprung free. He was able to move just enough so that he could push his pants down, then, stretching back enough so he could push them off of him, leaving his lower body bare save the booty shorts that clung so tightly to him. When he was bare from the waist down he looked up at Tony through heavy eyelashes, seeking approval.

You: Tony let go of Peter so the boy could take off his pants, making no move to help him achieve that. There was an added pleasure to knowing the boy obeyed so, so well to whatever he said -- a true power trip. Tony's mouth immediately went dry at the sight of so much naked skin, and at the sight of red against pale skin. "You-- You're so sexy, fuck," He couldn't help but curse, holding him by the hips again and hiding his face in his neck, needing the small moment to breathe and not just come at the sight. Leaving small kisses on Peter's skin, he instead turned to his shirt, tugging it up gently to have the boy's torso bare as well.

Stranger: At the look on Tony's face, he flushed all over again -- and he shivered at each little kiss that Tony left on him before he let him pull off his shirt, chest heaving shallowly once he was left only in the red booty shorts that he would /really/ have to thank Ned later for convincing him to buy. "Thank you, Daddy," he whispered, a little hoarse, and his cock just /ached/ against the lace that clung to him as he shifted a little, slotting himself closer.