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“Shit, kid, get in here,” Tony muttered.
He gripped Peter’s forearm and tugged, sliding through the door and shoving the boy forward. The door clicked shut, and not two seconds later, hurried footsteps rushed by them.
“Where did they go?”
“I don't know; you go that way, I’ll go this way.”
Tony waited until the footsteps faded before releasing his breath. His fingers clutched the door handle, and then he turned to look into the room he’d brought them into.
“Uh, Mr. Stark?” Peter asked. He sounded much closer than Tony had expected, and Tony could feel him brushing up against his back.
“Yeah, Pete?” Tony asked, turning fully. “Why are you so close? Personal space, kid.”
“Yeah, about that. Did you know you shoved me into a closet, Mr. Stark?” Peter grumbled. “There is no personal space.”
“Oh, sorry, kid,” Tony said, shifting to the side.
There really was no room. Tony’s shoulders almost met each side wall, and Peter’s front pressed against Tony’s now that they were facing each other. Tony wondered if it was safe to leave the closet yet and frowned at the door.
“I can still hear the men,” Peter said, as if reading Tony’s mind.
“Right,” Tony sighed. “We can't leave then, not yet.”
“Uh, okay,” Peter said.
He was shifting, probably trying to find a better position in the room. Tony grunted when Peter’s elbow collided with his ribs.
“Pete, what the fuck, kid?” Tony cried.
“Sorry, sorry!” Peter said, still squirming.
“Pete, what are you do-”
“Ahh, shit!”
Tony froze as Peter fell forward. He heard something snap and gripped Peter's arm to pull him back from where he’d stumbled into the door.
“Shit, I broke the fucking door handle,” Peter groaned.
“You what?” Tony asked.
“I broke the damn door handle,” Peter repeated.
“How exactly are we getting out of here, then?” Tony grunted.
He felt Peter shrug, and he sighed. They could figure it out when the assholes looking for them left.
“Can you still hear them?” Tony asked.
“Yes,” Peter replied. “They’re still looking for us.”
With a resigned sigh, Tony leaned back against the wall. He retracted the suit, hoping to give them a tiny bit more breathing room. He heard Peter’s suit retract as well and bit his lip. Peter didn’t wear much under the suit, but the light was off anyway.
Peter seemed restless, shifting from foot to foot and rubbing against Tony. The fifth time Peter’s hand brushed against Tony’s cock, he grunted and snapped his hand out. Tony gripped Peter’s wrist and huffed and pressed the younger man into the wall.
“Pete, what is the problem?” Tony hissed. He wasn’t mad, but he was starting to get hard.
“Sorry, I just. I have to pee, Mr. Stark,” Peter whispered.
“You have to hold it,” Tony said. “Think of something that turns you on. It helps.”
“So you and Bucky?” Peter asked and then gasped.
Tony groaned, and his head fell back against the door with a soft thunk. Peter started babbling immediately, apologizing profusely, but Tony shushed him.
“Hush, can you still hear the men?” Tony asked, brushing it off. They could ignore it - no need to acknowledge that little slip of the tongue. Tony was an expert at ignoring things.
Peter groaned, still squirming. “Yes, I can still hear them.”
“Fuck, alright,” Tony muttered. “Try to stop fidgeting.”
He released Peter’s wrist and leaned as far away as possible. Closing his eyes, Tony focused on the sounds on the other side of the door. If he listened hard enough, he could hear the men searching.
Peter’s stillness lasted longer than Tony had anticipated. It took him a good few minutes before the shifting began. One foot moved, then the other, then he started bouncing in place.
The space was too small for him to fidget and not brush against Tony constantly. Inevitably, his arm brushed Tony’s chest, and the back of his hand grazed Tony’s groin again. Tony wasn’t sure what to do to prevent himself from getting hard, especially since he was already chubbing up under his under armor.
“Why haven’t they given up yet?” Peter whined quietly.
“I dunno, Pete,” Tony grunted, shifting his hips.
He shifted positions so that he was behind Peter now, thinking it would help if Peter’s hand wasn’t grazing his cock. Instead, it put Peter’s ass in direct, consistent contact with it instead. This was worse. This was so much worse.
Tony grunted, and his hands flashed out to grip Peter’s hips. Peter’s bare hips. He knew, of course, that Peter only wore one thing under his suit, and that one thing was a skimpy thong. Tony had seen Peter in nothing but that thong on many occasions when he unexpectedly needed adjustments to his suit.
His cock was hard now, no longer just chubbed but fully engorged. He wondered if Peter could feel it if Peter knew why Tony was so hard. Peter’s fidgeting changed, shifting to his hips moving. Tony couldn’t suppress a soft groan as Peter rolled his hips back, pressing into Tony more firmly.
“Pete,” Tony grunted, tightening his grip on the young man’s hips. “What are you doing?”
He heard Peter’s breath hitch before a dainty hand slid along his thigh. The hand moved clumsily up until the fingers curled over Tony’s covered cock. Tony groaned softly again as his head fell back with a quiet thunk.
“Pete, please,” Tony whispered.
“Mr. Stark,” Peter said. “Can we?”
“Can we what?” Tony growled as he pulled Peter’s hips back. Peter’s back pressed against Tony’s chest, and the boy’s hand was trapped between their bodies.
“Fuck me, Mr. Stark,” Peter whimpered. “Please.”
That was it; that was all Tony needed to hear to act. The thread holding him back from fucking this little twink into oblivion had frayed so entirely that one whimpered request was all it took to snap it. They were adults, Peter wanted it.
Tony growled, bending forward to suck marks into Peter’s neck. His left hand moved down Peter’s hip and between his legs, dipping between them to find a soaked hole. He hummed, pressing his finger against Peter’s entrance.
“Tony,” Peter whimpered as Tony eased the finger inside.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’ve got you,” Tony murmured into Peter’s neck. He brought his right hand up and slid three fingers into Peter’s mouth. “But we’ve gotta be quiet, baby. Don’t want the men to hear us, do we?”
“Nmph,” Peter said around the gag of Tony’s fingers.
Tony’s left middle finger slid in as deeply as it could, and he paused, reveling in the tight warmth surrounding it. He took a moment to savor the feeling before sliding the finger back out and then forward again.
“M’re,” Peter tried to whine.
“Shh, I know what you need,” Tony cooed, biting into Peter’s shoulder.
He did press another finger into Peter, who moaned at the stretch. Tony’s world narrowed down to Peter’s body. Peter’s shoulder under his mouth, Peter’s back against his chest, Peter’s hole clenching around his fingers. He added a third, pistoning it roughly. Peter’s drool pooled around Tony’s fingers.
“P’ease!” Peter cried.
“I thought I said you had to be quiet. Or do you want them to find us?” Tony murmured against Peter’s neck. Peter’s pussy clenched around Tony’s fingers and a whimper bubbled around the ones in his mouth. “Oh? Is that what you want, you dirty boy? Want those men to find us in here?”
Peter whined again and Tony shifted his position to press his fingers into his g-spot. He pulled his other fingers free as Peter’s legs shook and Tony’s arm snaked around the younger man’s waist to hold him up.
“Tony!” Peter cried softly, voice cracking with his pleasure as his cunt squeezed Tony’s fingers.
“That’s it, there we go, baby,” Tony cooed.
“Fuck me, please,” Peter whimpered. “Need you inside me.”
“Of course, baby,” Tony assured, slipping his fingers free.
Tony lifted his hand to Peter’s mouth, slipping his fingers between his lips and making Peter taste himself. Peter moaned, hands gripping Tony’s arm as he stood on still-shaky legs.
“Please,” Peter said again as one hand reached behind himself to shove at Tony’s pants.
A dark chuckle rumbled from Tony, and he helped Peter push his pants and boxers down. His cock sprang free, slapping wetly against Peter’s ass cheek. He took it in hand and pressed it between Peter’s thighs. There wasn’t much room, but Tony kicked Peter’s legs apart and rubbed his cock into Peter’s hole before pressing slowly inside.
They both groaned as Tony sank home, filling and stretching Peter just right. The heat and wetness felt incredible around his cock, and Tony had to pause to savor the feeling.
Eventually, though, Tony had to move. He pulled his hips back, grunting when his ass hit the wall behind himself, and shoved Peter forward into the door. With slightly more room to work with, Tony thrust himself forward and set a fast pace, fucking roughly into Peter.
“God, baby,” Tony grunted. “You’re so fucking tight. How are you this tight?”
“Ah,” Peter cried. “I’m not exactly running around getting dicked down by every person I see, Tony.”
Huffing a laugh, Tony conceded the point. All the better for Tony; he was gonna ruin the boy for anyone else. Peter would crave Tony’s cock, and Tony’s cock alone.
With that thought in mind, Tony’s hips snapped faster and faster as his hand snaked around to press fingers into Peter’s clit. Peter keened, and Tony hoped the thugs looking for them were far enough away not to hear.
“That’s it, baby, let me hear those pretty little sounds,” Tony cooed, pressing harder into the boy’s clit.
“Tony! Fuck, please!” Peter cried.
“You love this, don’t you? Knowing we could be found at any moment,” Tony said. “Those men could come back, hear us in here, and open the door.”
Peter whined, his forehead thunked against the door as Tony fucked him harder.
“You’d spill out onto the floor, and I’d follow you down,” Tony said. “Just keep fucking you until you beg me to stop.”
“Please,” Peter whimpered.
Tony gripped Peter’s hip with his free hand even as he continued rubbing Peter’s clit through the fabric of his thong. He could tell the boy was close as his whines became more and more desperate.
“Come for me, baby,” Tony grunted.
“Daddy!” Peter cried as a full-body shudder wracked his frame and his pussy clenched around Tony’s cock.
“That’s it, baby,” Tony groaned. “Come on Daddy’s cock like a god boy.”
“Fuck,” Peter whimpered. “Come inside me, Tony. Please.”
“Who?” Tony demanded, snapping his hips faster and chasing his climax. His finger slid beneath the fabric of Peter’s thong to press directly into his slick clit, trying to pull him into another orgasm.
“Daddy!” Peter cried, voice cracking as he fell apart again.
“That’s right,” Tony growled, slamming his hips forward and unloading deep inside Peter.
They stayed like that, panting harshly and coming down from their highs for a moment. Suddenly, they were falling forward, and Tony’s hand flew out to catch himself so he didn’t land on Peter on the way down.
“Found ‘em!”
Peter’s groan sounded beneath him, and Tony’s brain tried to catch up to what had just happened. He shifted, slipping his cock free and shoving it back into his pants as he looked around. Bucky stood before them, hands on his hips and a scowl on his face.
“Having fun?” Bucky drawled.
“Christ,” Tony muttered, shaking his head.
“Where are the others?” Peter asked, rubbing his forearm.
Tony glanced down at him. His panties were twisted, and his pretty pussy was on full display. It was red and swollen and leaking Tony’s come. He licked his lips as his hands itched to reach forward and play with it.
A snort from above snapped Tony’s attention to the other person in the room. Bucky’s eyes were focused on the come drooling from Peter’s well-used hole.
“They’re leaving,” Bucky said. His eyes met Tony’s, and he smirked. “Is it my turn now?”
Peter whimpered as a grin spread over Tony’s face, and he stood.
“Yes, love,” Tony said. “It’s your turn now.”
“Please,” Peter whimpered as Bucky walked behind him, reaching for his zipper.
The thrill of the roleplay still lingered as Tony watched his lovers fall into familiar movements, and he wondered when they could do this again.