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“C’mon, Dad! Won’t it be nice to have some father/son bonding time?” Peter cajoled, hanging on Tony’s arm. 

He batted his eyelashes and used his best puppy dog face. Tony scoffed and shook his arm, trying to dislodge the boy. Grinning, Peter activated his stickiness and held on. 

“Bino, please,” Tony huffed. “I have work-”

“You own the company, Dad. You can take a week off to go camping with me,” Peter said with a huff. “And, it’s the cabin, it’s not like we’re pitching a tent or anything.” 

Tony sighed but Peter could tell he was winning. He pushed out his lower lip and made it wobble a little and Tony rolled his eyes. 

“Fine-” Peter crowed, pumping his fist in the air. “But you’re packing and taking care of all the details,” Tony insisted. 

“Can do!” Peter chirped, bouncing away from Tony and heading for the elevator. “FRIDAY please have a grocery order big enough for a week delivered to the cabin.”

“Certainly, Young Master Stark,” the AI replied.

Peter raced off the elevator and down the hall to his bedroom first. He snatched up his suitcase and threw in a weeks' worth of clothes and pajamas, grabbed a few extra chargers and pairs of socks, and then threw his toiletry bag inside and zipped it up. 

Finished with his own bag, Peter trotted into Tony’s bedroom. He had to search for his dad's suitcase, but finally found it in the back corner of the closet. He snatched up a few tee shirts and pairs of jeans, tossed in a few pairs of boxers and socks and headed to Tony's en suite. Here he grabbed Tony's toiletry bag and threw it in the suitcase as well before closing it up. 

“Bino, pack my laptop and don't forget your tablet,” Tony called from the office. 

“Right, on it!” Peter called back. 

He doubled back and grabbed Tony’s laptop and charger and then stopped by his own room for his tablet. A quick scan of his bedroom showed nothing obvious that he’d missed so Peter shrugged. They had stuff at the cabin if necessary. 

“All set, Dad,” Peter said and Tony held up a finger.

“Yeah, just let them know I’ll be off grid for the next week,” Tony said. 

“Alright, have fun with Peter,” Pepper’s voice came from the speaker and Peter smiled. 

“We're gonna have so much fun!” Peter cheered, bouncing in excitement. 

“Hi, Petey,” Pepper said with a laugh. 

“Hi Miss Potts!” 

“Right, you got everything, kid?” Tony asked. 

“Yup!”

“Let’s go then,” Tony muttered. 

Peter pulled Tony into a sideways hug and grinned up at the man. “You’re not gonna regret this trip, Daddy, promise.”

Tony looked dubious but followed Peter to the elevator. 

The drive to the cabin was longer than Peter remembered, but he didn't mind spending time with his dad. Tony asked Peter about his latest Spider-Man escapades and Peter asked about how things were going in the lab. 

It was nice, and Tony loosened up more and more the further they got from the city. 

“I had FRIDAY check on the grocery delivery, baby,” Tony said. “It should be there when we arrive.”

“Cool,” Peter murmured. “Is that the turn?”

“Yup, almost there,” Tony said. “Finally.”

“Oh, hush, you know you don't hate this as much as you pretend,” Peter scoffed and Tony shot him a grin. 

They turned onto a gravel road and Peter grinned at the neighbors Christmas lights. He wondered if they still had any at the cabin they could put up. Tony pulled into the garage and parked, pressing the button to turn the car off. 

“We’re here,” Tony said. 

“Yup! Do we still have Christmas stuff up here?” Peter asked. 

“We should. Why, you wanna decorate?” 

“Of course! It wouldn’t be Christmas without a tree and lights,” Peter said. 

Tony rolled his eyes and popped the door open. Peter followed, grabbing his and Tony’s bags from the back seat. He followed Tony into the cabin and breathed in deeply. It smelled like fresh pine and cedar, and Peter couldn’t wait to light the fire. 

He glanced around the one-room cabin. Technically two, if you counted the bathroom, but otherwise it was all one large room with a queen size bed, a small loveseat, the TV and a kitchen. Tony fell in love with the cabin before Peter was born and they’d owned it ever since, taking short vacations several times a year until recently.

“Why haven’t we added a second bed up here?” Peter asked. 

“Dunno, never really got around to it. You mind the couch?” Tony asked, glancing at the small loveseat in the living area. 

Peter eyed it dubiously but knew his dad would never fit on it. 

“I guess not,” Peter muttered. 

“Sorry kiddo, I’ll have to get it fixed up for next time,” Tony promised and Peter nodded. 

He dropped his suitcase beside the loveseat and brought Tony’s over to the bed area. Kicking off his shoes, Peter moved over to the fireplace to light it. He smiled broadly when it turned on immediately. He hadn’t been sure if it would, since he and Tony had built it together last year but never used it. It was all-electric, but just a prototype that they’d inserted into the old wood-burning fireplace. Then he turned to find the decorations, wanting to make the place feel more festive. 

“In here, baby,” Tony said, pointing at the closet by the big bay window. 

Peter grabbed the decorations and together, he and Tony brought life into the cabin. They took their time putting things up, goofing off and shoving each other playfully. Peter wasn't sure the last time he'd laughed so much. 

Once all the decorations were up, Peter looked around and smiled happily. The cabin looked cozy and festive; it was perfect. 

“C’mon, Bino, I think it’s bedtime,” Tony said and Peter pouted. “None of that, it’s after midnight. We've got all week.”

“Fine,” Peter whined, grabbing his pajamas and toiletries bag on the way to the bathroom.

The cabin didn’t have FRIDAY wired in because Tony thought it would be a better experience without all the tech. He was right, but it meant manually adjusting the shower to the right temperature and waiting for it to heat. Peter stripped while he waited and jumped in once it was ready.

After a quick shower, Peter tugged on his pajama bottoms and a light tee shirt, forgoing any underwear. After running his towel through his hair, he dropped his dirty clothes and towel into the laundry bin and returned to the main room of the cabin.

He shuffled over to the loveseat and pouted some more while making it up. Tony had already climbed into the bed and was on his tablet. Peter sighed and settled into the loveseat to sleep. 

A hand shaking Peter’s arm woke him. He forced his eyes open but couldn’t see anything. 

“Dad?” Peter tried to say, but couldn’t force the word past his trembling lips. 

“Baby, c’mere,” Tony whispered. 

“‘S ‘ap-p-pen-n-ning?” Peter stuttered. 

It was freezing, and he glanced around the room. The fire was out and he couldn’t hear the electricity going. There also seemed to be no heat. 

“Power’s out, baby,” Tony said. “C’mon, you're gonna sleep in the bed with me.”

Peter nodded and tried to unlock his limbs to get off the loveseat. Tony frowned and picked him up, carrying him over to the bed. Peter clung to his dad, instinctively seeking his warmth. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re freezing,” Tony gasped. “C’mon, let’s get you under the covers.”

Tony pulled the blanket back enough to place Peter on the bed and then immediately climbed in behind him. He pulled the blanket tightly around them and curled around the boy. 

Peter's body ached, and he couldn't stop shivering. His teeth chattered, and he buried his head under the blanket. It was only slightly warmer than being on his own. His dad’s arms wrapped around him and he tried to still his trembling limbs to no avail.

He heard his dad huff and tried to ask but couldn’t pry his jaws apart. Peter whimpered, leaning back into Tony. His dad’s warm breath on his neck helped a little, and he wished he could replicate the feeling all over his body.

“This isn’t working,” Tony muttered with a sigh. “Of all the ridiculous- but there’s no choice. Fuck it’s going to be cold though.”

Peter made a noise, but still couldn’t open his mouth to ask what his dad meant. Tony unwound his arms and shifted behind Peter, pulling a high whine from the boy. What little warmth he’d gained fled in the opening between them and Peter shifted back to reclaim the distance.

“Baby, give me just a second,” Tony said.

Not knowing what was happening, Peter turned to look back at his dad. Tony was fully under the blanket, moving around far more than he needed to be. When a warm hand slid against Peter’s side he gasped.

“I’m gonna try to pull your shirt and pants off, Bino,” Tony said, and Peter’s eyes widened in alarm. “Skin on skin is the best for warming up in the freezing cold like this.”

Peter tried to open his mouth to protest but Tony was already moving. His hand slid up Peter’s side, taking his shirt with it. It took a few minutes for Tony to maneuver Peter out of his shirt and Peter’s arms clamped around his chest. He squirmed away from Tony, trying to stop him from pulling his pants down but was unsuccessful. Soon enough, Peter was lying nude beside his father and he felt tears well in his eyes.

Tony didn’t seem to notice the problem, slotting himself behind his son and wrapping his arms around the boy’s waist. The heat radiating from the man seeped into Peter slowly, and he felt himself relaxing bit by bit. He snuggled back against his dad and realized the man was still wearing boxers. Peter sighed, grateful for that, at least, and soon fell asleep.

Something was poking Peter in the hip and he scrunched his face. He turned his head, pulling it away from his dad’s chest and glanced around. It was still dark, and there was still no power. He and Tony were under the blanket, cocooned in the warmth together. Shifting, Peter realized what the thing poking him was and gasped quietly. 

His dad’s hard cock was tenting his boxers and pressing into Peter’s hip. He bit his lip and tried to adjust his position but couldn’t avoid his dad’s cock pressing into him. Deciding to grin and bear it, Peter cuddled closer and fell back asleep.

This time when Peter woke, his back was to his dad and Tony’s arm was tight around his waist. His other arm was under Peter’s head. His dad’s hand was splayed over his stomach, and Peter gasped when he felt how close Tony’s pinky was to his clit. He squirmed, trying to figure out how to move his dad’s hand without waking the man. He was notorious for being a light sleeper, especially after Afghanistan.

Tony’s arm tightened around Peter and his hand slipped a little lower. Peter’s eyes flew open when his dad’s pinky slid across his clit. Fuck, he needed to do something. Tony buried his face into Peter’s neck and his hand shifted lower. Peter bit his lip, thinking fast. 

How can I move him without waking him? He’ll freak out if he finds his hand on my crotch, Peter thought. 

While Peter was still debating his options, Tony’s hand continued moving. It seemed instinctive as his dad rubbed his fingers into Peter’s labia, pressing two into Peter’s clit. He shivered, canting his hips up into the feeling.

Oh god, no! Stop, Peter! He’s sleeping, he’s your dad! Peter scolded himself, even as he continued pressing forward into the touches. Fuck, it feels so good, though.

Tony’s hand continued moving, his fingers circling Peter’s clit. When his hand slipped further down and a finger slid inside Peter, the boy couldn’t help but gasp loudly.

“Oh god,” Peter whimpered. Tony hummed in Peter’s ear and pressed his finger in further. “Dad! Oh, fuck, Dad you gotta wake up.”

Peter continued to cant his hips up into his dad’s hand, reaching down to hold the man’s wrist.

“I am awake, baby,” Tony murmured against Peter’s skin. “You feel so good, baby boy.”

“Dad!” Peter gasped. “What?”

Tony was awake? He was doing this on purpose? Peter’s mind whirled and Tony continued to press his finger in and out of his son, his thumb rubbing firmly into the boy’s clit. 

“D’you want me to stop?” Tony asked, pressing a kiss into Peter’s neck.

“Mmm, n-no,” Peter gasped. “Please, don’t stop.”

“Hmm, good boy,” Tony murmured.

His middle finger felt huge inside Peter, who had never done anything like this before. Sure, he’d touched his clit and made himself come, but he’d never been brave enough to put something inside himself. Tony’s expert hands worked Peter into a frenzy. It didn’t take long for Tony to add a second finger and Peter cried out, arching his back.

“Dad, oh god,” Peter gasped.

“Does it feel good, baby?” Tony asked.

“Yes, fuck, feels so good,” Peter panted.

“Language,” Tony scolded lightly, rubbing his thumb harder into Peter’s clit.

“Seriously?” Peter scoffed. “You’re fingering me and you complain about my language?”

Tony chuckled and shifted his position, sliding his fingers further inside Peter and leaning down to kiss his neck again. Peter’s breath caught, and he tilted his head to give his dad more access. It didn’t take long for Peter’s body to tighten and he clenched around his father’s fingers.

This must be another dream,   Peter thought to himself. There’s no other explanation.

“Daddy,” Peter whimpered.

“You gonna come, baby?” Tony cooed, nipping his ear.

“Yes, Dad, please,” Peter cried.

“That’s it, good boy. Come on Daddy’s fingers, baby,” Tony purred, thrusting them harder into the boy.

“Ah! Dad!” Peter cried out, trembling in the man’s grasp and shattering into an orgasm.

Tony eased him through it before slipping his fingers free. He brought his hand up to Peter’s face and slid his fingers between Peter’s lips. The boy whimpered, suckling on them and tasting himself.

“Good boy, such a good boy, Petey,” Tony cooed, pulling his fingers free and sliding his arm around Peter’s waist, tugging him back against Tony’s body.

“Dad,” Peter sighed. 

His eyes were drooping and soon enough he fell asleep.

The next time Peter woke it was light outside, and the bed was empty. He stretched and rolled over, rubbing his eyes and glancing around the room. His dad was nowhere to be seen, and the power was still off. Peter frowned, wondering where his dad was.

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, the door opened and Tony bustled in. He closed the door quickly and glanced up at Peter.

“Hey, you’re awake,” Tony said. “I was checking the breakers in the garage, but no luck. I dunno if we can stay tonight, kiddo.”

“Oh, um, yeah,” Peter said.

His face scrunched as he tried to remember last night. His dad’s eyes slid down and Peter wondered what he was looking at. When Tony licked his lips Peter instinctively blushed, ducking his head. He gasped and grabbed the blanket, tugging it up over his bare chest. Right. Power outage, inability to thermoregulate, Peter slept nude with his father last night.

As more memories filtered into Peter’s brain, he began to shiver. It was warmer than last night, but still much too cold for him. He pulled the blanket up and around himself, hoping to hold in as much warmth as he could.

“Right, um,” Peter said. “So what are we d-doing then?”

Had his dad fingered him to orgasm last night? Or was that a strange not so strange, Peter, you know that dream?

“We should drive into town and see if we can get a generator. Ours died, which is why it didn’t pop on last night. How’d you sleep, anyway?” Tony said, walking closer to Peter.

“I, I d-dunno,” Peter stuttered. “I had a s-strange dream, pretty int-tense.” He was shivering harder now, and Tony looked at him in concern.

“Are you cold again, baby?” Tony asked, and Peter nodded. “Hmm, how about you get dressed and we can head into town. If nothing else, the car has heat.”

Peter nodded jerkily and dropped the blanket, pushing it off himself. He noticed his dad’s gaze, seeming transfixed on Peter’s body and blushed. He pulled the blanket back around himself and moved over to his suitcase. He grabbed his warmest clothes - a hoodie and sweatpants - and shuffled into the bathroom, closing the door and sighing deeply.

It’s fine, it was just a dream, nothing happened last night, Peter told himself.

Shivering, he shuffled over to the toilet to pee. When he wiped, he wondered why he felt wetter than normal.

It’s nothing, Peter, just get dressed, he thought firmly. Oh god, does Dad know I had a wet dream last night?? What if I said something in my sleep? No, he’d’ve said something, surely. 

Dressing swiftly, and pushing the thoughts from his mind, Peter moved back out into the main room and spotted his dad leaning against the kitchen counter.

“You ready?” Tony asked, shoving off the counter and walking toward the door.

“Yeah, let’s go,” Peter said.

They drove into town and tried to find an open store. It wasn’t until Peter glanced at his phone and realized it was Christmas Eve that he figured out what the problem could be. He groaned and Tony glanced at him.

“What’s up, Bino?” Tony asked, looking back at the road.

“It’s Christmas Eve, Dad,” Peter said. “And we’re upstate, in bumfuck New York. Nothing will be open right now.”

“Language,” Tony scolded and Peter’s breath hitched. “But, shit, you’re right.”

Peter’s legs clenched, and his clit throbbed. Had something happened last night? Or was it just normal for his dad to scold him for swearing? He must be reading too much into this. Tony wasn’t acting any different from normal, and Peter was sure that he would be if he’d fingered his son to orgasm in the middle of the night.

“Yeah, so, no generator,” Peter muttered, forcefully shoving the thoughts from his mind.

“Hmm, okay,” Tony hummed. “So, back to our options. Do we go back to the cabin and hope the power comes back on, or do we head home?”

“I don’t want to go home,” Peter whined.

Regardless of any weirdness, Peter loved the cabin. And, yes, with no power it would suck. But he was sure nothing weird had happened the night before, so sharing the bed with his dad would be fine.

“Alright, baby, we’ll head back to the cabin,” Tony said. “We can stay today, and see what happens tomorrow.”

His hand landed on Peter’s knee, and the boy’s breath hitched again. He tensed for a second before forcing himself to relax. It was not unusual for Tony to lay his hand on Peter’s knee.

Get a grip, Stark, Peter thought to himself.

He reached forward to twist the volume up and Tony’s hand slid down Peter’s thigh. Peter sat back and Tony left his hand where it was, halfway down the boy’s thigh. Peter shivered, but otherwise ignored his father’s warm hand.

“How’s school, kiddo?” Tony asked, and Peter went into a rant about debate and decathlon.

They talked until Tony pulled into the garage, turning the car off and closing the garage door behind them.

“Power’s still out,” Peter murmured.

“Hmm? How d’you know?” Tony asked and Peter grinned.

“Spidey powers include enhanced hearing, remember? There’s no electric hum in the air, the neighbors power is out, too,” Peter said, pointing at the nearest neighbor’s cabin about half a mile away.

“Ah, right, got it,” Tony chuckled. They sat in the warm car until Peter started to shiver and Tony spoke up again. “Let’s get you inside, gotta be warmer than sitting out here.”

“Yeah,” Peter agreed, his teeth chattering.

Inside the cabin was marginally warmer than the car in the garage, and Peter grabbed a second sweatshirt to tug on.

“Wanna play a game?” Tony asked.

Peter nodded, and they set up Monopoly. He glanced out the window and noticed it had started to snow.

They finally called a draw when Tony flipped the Monopoly board, but Peter insisted it was because he was winning. Tony vehemently denied it and asked if Peter wanted to switch to a different game. They rotated between all the board games they had for the rest of the day until they stopped for lunch. The snow continued steadily outside, and Peter tracked how high it was getting.

Tony turned the burner on, bustling around the kitchenette, preparing their food. Peter moved closer to the stove, drawn in by the warmth. He stretched his hands out, hovering them over the burner. Tony glanced at him and frowned.

“Oh my god, I’m such an idiot,” Tony muttered.

“What?” Peter asked.

“We can use the damn oven for heat. It’s gas, not electric,” Tony said. “That’s why I can use it to cook.”

“Will it be enough to h-heat the whole room?” Peter asked, stuttering. It was still much too cold. 

“I don’t know, I’ve never had to try,” Tony said with a shrug, lighting the oven.

Peter doubted it would be enough to continuously heat the whole room, but it was better than the nothing they had before. Glancing out the window at the setting sun, Peter figured it was the best they were going to get. His eyes widened at how much snow they’d gotten in the last hour. He bit his lip, shivering and debating saying something to his dad. Tony hadn’t seemed to notice the snow piling up.

Tony made a quick meal for them to share, and they ate at the counter. It was nice, despite the lack of electricity and heat, and Peter wished they did this more often. When they finished, Tony frowned at the sink. He twisted the tap and a small stream of water came out.

“Pipes aren’t frozen, at least,” Tony said.

“That’s good, right?” Peter asked.

“It’s neutral, honestly. No chance we’re taking showers without heat or hot water,” Tony said. “The water heater is electric.”

“Ah, yeah, I’m not interested in a freezing cold shower,” Peter said, shivering violently at the thought.

Tony nodded and finished rinsing the dishes. He set them in the sink and Peter figured he was planning to wash them once the power returned. His shivering continued and he moved closer to the oven again.

“Right, more games, then?” Tony asked. “Let’s move the table closer to the oven.”

Peter shrugged and helped his dad pull the table over. He sat closest to the oven, still shivering, and set up a game of Skip-Bo.

Tony made a small dinner for them to share and then left the oven door open again. He’d gone out to double check how much oil they had. 

“There’s really only enough to cook with, and that snow is really coming down now. It’s not even safe to drive to town again,” Tony said. “I’m not sure how much longer the oil is gonna last, bud.”

He frowned at Peter, tugging him into a hug. Peter buried his face in his dad’s warm chest, shivering. He knew they were in for an early night, despite the few candles they still had. There was no way they could play board games in the dark.

“There’s no point in changing into pajamas, kiddo,” Tony said when Peter tugged his suitcase open. “The oven is nice, but it’s not enough to keep us warm. We’ll need to share the bed again, and skin on skin is still the best for maximum warmth.”

“Oh, right,” Peter said, dropping the lid to his suitcase.

He bit his lip and glanced around the room. He knew it was dark enough that his dad would have trouble seeing, but Peter’s eyes had adjusted to the dark already. One of the many bonuses to the bite was his incredible night vision. He glanced back at his dad when he spotted movement and noticed Tony was tugging his shirt over his head. He averted his eyes and gripped the hem of his sweatshirt.

Seeing no other options, Peter lifted the sweatshirt over his head and dropped it on the loveseat. He glanced back at his dad and noticed the man had already tugged his pants off and was walking over to the bed. Peter’s breath hitched when he spotted his dad’s cock swaying from side to side. So, Tony had taken his boxers off tonight. That was fine, fine, nothing wrong with a little skin to skin contact.

Peter let out a low whimper and pulled his second sweatshirt over his head. He was cold. He watched his dad climb into the bed and settle under the covers as he pulled his tee shirt off. He debated for a second before pulling his binder off, too. 

Dad said ‘skin to skin’ so I can’t wear my binder or he’ll say something, Peter thought to himself. It’ll be fine. I can’t wear it to bed, anyway.

Convincing himself that nothing had happened the night before, Peter slid his pants and underwear off and walked over to the bed. He stuttered to a stop when he spotted his dad’s hand moving in a very obvious way under the covers and his eyes widened.

Is Dad masturbating right now? Peter’s mind screamed. No, absolutely not, he can’t be.

Peter shook his head and rounded the bed, shivering and needing to get under the covers. No matter what his dad had been doing, he couldn’t stand here naked. Tony’s arm had stopped moving and Peter told himself he’d been mistaken. There was no reason his dad would masturbate while Peter stripped. None. He climbed into the bed and shuffled closer to his dad. Tony helped situate them, spooning against Peter’s back. He was warm, and Peter curled closer.

Oh god, he’s hard again, Peter thought. Fuck.

His dad’s hard cock pressed into the cleft of Peter’s ass, and he shivered.

“Cold, baby?” Tony murmured against Peter’s neck, rubbing his hand over Peter’s arm.

Knowing full-well that wasn’t why he’d shivered, Peter nodded and pressed back against his dad’s chest. 

It’s fine, go to sleep, Peter thought.

“Here, give me sec, baby,” Tony said. 

He climbed out of the bed and went to the cupboard. Peter watched him rummage, biting his lip at the silhouette of his fathers nude body. His dad was big. Tony came back with a bundle of blankets and spread each one out on top of the one already on the bed. He snagged the one from the loveseat and added that as well. 

“That’s better,” Tony said, climbing back into the bed and tugging Peter back against his chest. 

“Night, Dad,” Peter whispered.

“Night, Bino,” Tony whispered back, wrapping his arm around Peter’s waist.

Peter tensed, waiting to see if his hand would wander. But it stayed put on his stomach, down away from his chest and up away from his pussy. Satisfied that while he was losing his mind, his dad wasn’t molesting him in the middle of the night, Peter fell asleep.

A low moan fed directly into Peter’s ear. His eyes clenched tightly, and he frowned. Something was pressing between his thighs, and there was a hand on his breast. 

“Wh-” Peter groaned.

“Shh, you’re just dreaming, baby,” Tony whispered in Peter’s ear.

Peter sighed, settling back down against his dad’s chest. He tried to fall back to sleep, not having fully processed what his dad had said, but the hand on his breast tightened and the thing between his legs moved. Something glided against Peter’s pussy and his breath hitched.

What was happening? Peter’s mind swirled, and he felt something pinch his right nipple, pulling a gasp from him. Instinctively, Peter clenched his thighs and the thing between them throbbed against his pussy. Whatever it was continued to move, sliding back and forth over Peter’s labia. It took him a few minutes to recognize that his father’s hips were shifting, pulling away and then pressing forward against his ass.

The tip of whatever was between his legs brushed against his clit, and Peter whimpered. He clenched his legs around the intrusion even as the hand on his breast moved. Fingers rolled his nipple, and the palm squeezed Peter’s breast tissue. His breath caught, and he realized he was dreaming again.

There’s no way Dad is groping me and fucking his cock between my thighs, Peter thought. But, fuck, it feels so good. 

Firmly deciding he must be dreaming, because it wouldn’t be the first time, Peter pressed back into his father and allowed the dream to play out. Tony continued to fuck Peter’s thighs and play with his nipple, and Peter gasped and whined.

“So wet, baby,” Tony growled into Peter’s ear. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”

Peter whimpered and reached down to play with his clit. His dad’s cock brushed against his hand repeatedly as the man continued to thrust between the boy’s legs. The closer he got to his orgasm, the less restrained Peter became. He moaned freely, gasping and crying out.

“Daddy!” Peter’s voice cracked as he came, shuddering in release.

Tony’s hand tightened on Peter’s breast and his hips sped up. A few thrusts later, Tony’s hips stuttered and hot come spilled between Peter’s thighs. Peter moaned, shuddering in pleasure as an aftershock of his orgasm washed through him.

“Good boy,” Tony murmured, kissing Peter’s neck. “Such a good boy, Petey.”

Peter sighed, lulled back to sleep by Tony’s soft words.

He woke briefly when something cold wiped between his legs. Peter gasped, and his eyes flew open. Something was wiping down his pussy, and he shivered at the feeling.

“Cold,” Peter gasped, pushing against the thing between his thighs.

“Almost done, baby, go back to sleep,” Tony murmured.

“Mmkay,” Peter sighed as the feeling went away.

Early morning sun filtered through the shades, casting shadows around the room. Peter woke slowly, stretching and groaning. It was warmer than it had been the morning before, and Peter felt his dad behind him. He snuggled closer and sighed.

“Morning, Bino,” Tony sighed. His breath feathered across Peter’s neck, ruffling his hair, and Peter shivered.

“Morning, Daddy,” Peter croaked.

“Stay here, I’m gonna get up and grab some clothes to change into, kiddo,” Tony said.

Peter nodded, rolling over and opening his eyes again. Tony smiled at him and slid out from the bed. Peter’s eyes widened at the sight of his dad’s naked ass. 

Fuck, Peter thought. His dad had a nice ass, and Peter admired it as the man walked away. He continued to watch Tony move around the room through slitted eyes. Tony glanced back and Peter pretended he wasn’t watching as the man turned. He suppressed a whine at the sight of his dad’s cock swinging between his thighs.

He’s big, Peter’s mind supplied. It didn’t feel small, but he’s big.

Then he realized what he’d thought and Peter shook his head. Shut up, Stark. You’ve never felt your father’s cock.

Last night had obviously been another dream. He’d been having a lot of them, lately. It was rarer that Peter didn’t have a wet dream about his dad these days. The last few had felt so much more real than previous ones, though. He shook the thought from his head and watched Tony move into the bathroom.

Peter glanced out the window and gasped. Shit. That’s a lot of snow. The windows were partially obscured and he wondered how much was drift and how much snow was covering the roads out there. He bit his lip, glancing at the bathroom door.

“Hurry up, old man! I’ve gotta pee!” Peter called out, and he heard Tony huff. 

He grinned and waited for his dad to reemerge from the bathroom. It didn’t take long, Tony came out while buttoning his jeans and Peter’s breath hitched. He was still shirtless, not that that was unusual, but Peter drank in the sight of his dad’s toned chest. The Iron Man armor wasn’t light, and Tony worked out regularly with Peter and the Avengers to maintain his physique. Peter never regretted an opportunity to ogle his dad, he just tried to keep it subtle.

“Get in there then, ya little dick,” Tony grunted.

Peter laughed and jumped up from the bed, bouncing over to his suitcase. Tony’s eyes widened, and he stopped, looking at Peter’s body. Peter wrapped his arm around his chest and crossed his legs together, glancing at the bed and the blankets. It was far enough away that it would be quicker to just grab clothes and run into the bathroom, so that’s what Peter did.

He sank back into the door, heart pounding. It’s fine, there’s nothing wrong with his dad seeing him naked. He’s his dad, it’s fine.

Peter gulped and rushed to pee and get dressed.

When he left the bathroom, Tony was dressed and kneeling by the tree. There were gifts under it that Peter hadn’t noticed earlier.

“Merry Christmas, baby boy,” Tony said, smiling at his son.

“Merry Christmas, Dad,” Peter said, smiling back.

“How did you sleep last night?” Tony asked, glancing over at the bed.

“Fine,” Peter said, face heating slightly when he remembered his dream.

“Still having those dreams?” Tony asked.

“Uh, yeah,” Peter muttered. “And it snowed, like, a lot last night.”

Tony looked out the window and his eyes widened. He moved to the door and tugged it open, cursing when he saw how much snow covered the yard and driveway. He closed the door and sighed, rubbing his face.

“Don’t we still have wood up here?” Peter asked, pulling his dad’s attention.

“Actually,” Tony said, looking at the door again. “I really am an idiot, it seems.”

He crossed to the closet and tugged the door open. Rummaging for a few seconds he emerged with a snow shovel. Peter remembered seeing a second one their first night and went to grab it. Tony frowned, but allowed Peter to join him outside, shoveling a path to the woodshed.

By the time they made it three quarters of the way there, Peter’s teeth were chattering and he couldn’t feel his toes. Tony glanced up at him and gasped.

“Baby, get inside,” Tony said, grabbing Peter’s arm and tugging him into the cabin. “C’mere. Oh, my god.”

Peter tried to ask what was wrong but he couldn’t force the words past his lips. He felt light headed and swayed on his feet. Tony stripped his sweatshirts and boots off and then tugged his sweatpants off, tossing the wet clothes to the floor. Peter couldn’t even feel embarrassed over the relief of being out of the wet and freezing clothes. Tony dragged him to the bed, bundling him under the blankets. He stripped himself and climbed in behind Peter, pulling the blankets over their heads.

Warmth seeped into Peter’s bones and his shivering began to slow. His dad was humming to him, an old song he used to sing to Peter at night. Tony kissed the top of Peter’s head, sighing and rubbing his arm.

“S-sorry, Dad,” Peter whispered.

“No need to be sorry, baby,” Tony assured. “You were just trying to help. I’d rather you stay inside, though.”

“Yeah,” Peter sighed, rolling over and snuggling into his father’s chest.

After a few more minutes, Tony shook Peter’s shoulder.

“Baby, I’m gonna get back outside and try to bring some wood in,” Tony said. “I want you to stay here in the bed for now.”

“Mmkay, Daddy,” Peter agreed, nodding his head, but clutching Tony’s arm.

“You’ve gotta let me go, Bino,” Tony chuckled.

Peter whined, but did as told, letting go of his dad’s arms and scooching away slightly.

Tony left the bed and Peter heard him puttering around the cabin. He snuggled into the warm spot his dad had left, listening as the door opened and then closed again. He drifted in and out of sleep as he waited for his dad to come back in. He didn’t know how long it took before the door opened again and he heard Tony kicking his boots against the door jam. 

Peter popped his head out of the blanket, watching through bleary eyes as his dad brought some wood over to the fireplace and started stacking it. He watched Tony move around, pulling the electric box out of the fireplace nook and then settling the wood in and lighting it.

He looked away and noticed the tree again, remembering that it was Christmas Day.

“There’s more back at home, I didn’t grab everything,” Tony said and Peter glanced at him.

Peter rolled his eyes. His dad always went overboard for gift-giving holidays and this was no different. There were at least twenty wrapped presents under the tree. 

“I’ve got stuff for you, it’s in my suitcase,” Peter said. He went to push the blanket off himself but Tony held his hand out.

“Let me grab it, baby,” Tony insisted. “You stay in the bed, okay?”

“Okay, Dad,” Peter said, snuggling back under the blanket.

Tony went over and rummaged through Peter’s bag, pulling out the wrapped presents.

“Aww, thanks, baby,” Tony said, a soft smile overtaking his face.

Peter blushed and ducked his head. 

“Here, let me bring yours over to the bed, it’s not warm enough yet for you to get out of the blankets,” Tony said, walking back over to the tree. 

He grabbed an armful of the presents and brought them over to Peter before heading back and grabbing more. Once he had all of Peter’s presents on the bed, he motioned for Peter to start unwrapping them. 

Peter sat up, letting the blanket pool at his waist and reached for the smallest present. Tony’s gaze lingered before the man stripped his own shirt off and handed it to Peter. Blushing, Peter remembered he was naked under the blanket and slipped his father’s shirt over his head. 

Tony insisted Peter had to open at least half of his before Tony would open one of his own. Peter finally cajoled the man into opening two of his, finished opening his own, and then watched Tony open his last one.

“This is great, Bino, thank you,” Tony said, and Peter could hear the sincerity.

“I’m glad you like it, Dad,” Peter said. He waved his arm at everything he’d opened with a bright smile, “This stuff is all great, too.”

“Good, good,” Tony said. “Let me make some breakfast. Well, I guess it’s more of a brunch by now. It took a lot longer to shovel that path than I expected.”

“Can I get out of bed, yet?” Peter asked.

“I don’t think you should, baby,” Tony said, sounding regretful. “It’s still really cold. I’ll drag the table over so we can play some games.”

Peter sighed, but nodded, accepting the truth. Tony made breakfast and then set up the board games again, avoiding Monopoly. Laughter filled the cabin all day, and Peter thought it was one of his better Christmases. 

“The snow isn’t melting,” Tony muttered, glancing out the window. He tapped the bluetooth in his ear and said, “FRIDAY how is that back up coming?”

“You called for backup?” Peter asked.

“Yeah, when you were in here and I was out shoveling,” Tony said, frowning. “FRIDAY says there’s another storm front moving in.”

“How long are we gonna be stuck up here?” Peter asked, shivering and tugging the blanket back up over his arm.

“She says another two or three days, at least,” Tony said, frowning at Peter again.

“That’s not too bad, is it? These last two nights have been fine, right?” Peter asked.

Tony’s eyes darkened and a look Peter didn’t recognize fell over the man’s face. Then he shook his head and smiled.

“Yeah, it’s been fine,” Tony said. “We’ve got the wood now, and there’s enough oil to cook for at least a week.”

Peter nodded, glancing out the window. It was still daylight, but the sun was setting.

“I’m gonna read for a bit, if that’s okay?” Peter said. 

Tony nodded, and Peter went to climb out of the bed. Tony frowned at him and grabbed Peter’s suitcase, lifting it up on the bed and letting Peter rummage through it from the bed. Peter sighed, but found his book and settled against the pillows.

He spent the rest of the day reading while Tony puttered around tidying the cabin. As the sun set, Peter continued reading. It was no hardship to see the pages with his enhanced vision, and he barely noticed the darkening room. His dad cleared his throat and Peter glanced up at him.

“It’s getting a bit dark for that, isn’t it, kid?” Tony asked, brow arched.

“Not really, but I can stop if you want,” Peter shrugged.

“What do you mean?” Tony asked, stepping closer. His finger trailed over the pages of the book and a small shiver ran through Peter.

“I can see fine in the dark, Dad,” Peter said. “Spidey powers.”

“Yeah? I never realized,” Tony said. “I still think it might be time to put it up, though.”

“Mkay,” Peter said, closing his book. 

He handed it to his dad who frowned at the fireplace. It was on the wall about ten feet from the bed.

“Baby, get out of the bed really quick,” Tony said, glancing back at Peter.

Peter frowned, but pushed the blankets off and slid from the bed. His dads shirt rested over the tops of his thighs, not fully covering his pussy. Tony’s eyes stayed on his body for a minute before he snagged the top blanket and handed it to Peter. Peter wrapped it around himself and sat on the window seat, watching his dad tug the bed over closer to the fireplace.

“I can help, Dad,” Peter said.

“Stay there, baby, I’ve got it,” Tony said.

Shrugging, Peter watched him rearrange the room. Finally, Tony had the bed as close to the fireplace as was safe. He had also moved the table over, and the two nightstands. He put Peter’s book on the stand closest to the fire and his own things on the opposite side. 

“Alright, baby, come back to the bed now,” Tony said.

He slid off the window seat and stumbled into his dad’s arms. Tony caught him around the waist and settled him, his fingers slipping under the blanket and shirt and over Peter’s bare skin. The boy shivered and stepped back.

“Thanks,” Peter said softly. Tony pulled his hand back slowly and Peter glanced around the room. “So, what, are we going to sleep now?”

“Hmm?” Tony hummed, glancing back up at Peter’s face. “Yeah, I think we should. It’s pretty dark; I can only see because of the candles.”

“I guess that’s fair,” Peter said with a small shrug as Tony blew out all but the candle on his own nightstand. 

Peter shuffled over to the bed, frowning at it. He glanced back at his dad and then back at the bed. He couldn’t get under the three blankets already on the bed with this one wrapped around him. Shrugging, Peter dropped the blanket and lifted his leg up onto the bed, knowing his dad would put the fourth one on top of them.

A sharp but soft gasp reached Peter’s ear and he twisted around. His dad was staring at him and the cool breeze against his pussy lips told Peter exactly what the man must be looking at. He blushed and scrambled up into the bed. He hadn’t realized his dad could see well enough to actually see him. He burrowed under the blanket for a second and heard his dad chuckle. Peeking out, Peter saw Tony dropping his shirt on the loveseat. He watched his dad kick his shoes off and drop his jeans to the floor. 

Peter held back a whimper at the sight of his dad’s nude body as he tugged his dad’s shirt over his head. He’d seen the man the night before and that morning, but not dead on like this. As his dad walked to the bed, his cock swung heavily between his legs and Peter gulped. He buried his head under the blanket again and squeezed his eyes shut.

Stop looking at him like that, you pervert! He’s your father for Christ’s sake! Peter scolded himself as Tony pulled the blankets back and climbed into the bed.

“Night, baby,” Tony murmured, wrapping his arm around Peter’s waist and tugging him back.

“Night, Daddy,” Peter whispered.

His dad’s soft cock nestled against the cleft of his ass, and Peter was sure he’d never relax enough to sleep. Tony seemed to sense his anxiety and threaded his fingers into Peter’s hair. He hummed the same song he sang Peter to sleep with as a baby and Peter felt his eyes droop. It didn’t take long for him to drift off to sleep after that.

There’s a tongue on my nipple, Peter thought groggily. Why is there a tongue on my nipple?

His eyes flew open when his brain processed the thought and he glanced down. His dad’s head was pressed against his chest, and as Peter watched, Tony sucked his nipple into his mouth.

“Oh,” Peter gasped as his hands flew up to his dad’s head. 

He held the man in place and arched into the touch. It felt good, and Peter knew he was dreaming again. These dreams were getting more common, but Peter would worry about that in the morning. Tonight, he planned to enjoy the dream to the fullest as his dad’s hand fondled his other breast. 

Tony suckled on his nipple for a few minutes before moving over to the other one. Peter whimpered and pressed his chest more firmly into his dad’s face. He’d never known how good it could feel to have someone suck his tits.

His dad’s hands weren’t idle either, sliding over Peter’s upper torso. When Tony switched breasts, he slid one hand down Peter’s body. Instinctively, Peter spread his legs to invite his father’s hand between them. Tony chuckled darkly and his fingers slid over Peter’s sensitive skin. He pulled his head back slightly and his breath feathered across Peter’s wet nipple when he spoke.

“So wet for me, baby,” Tony cooed, dragging his fingers over Peter’s pussy lips. “Gonna make you feel so good.”

Peter whimpered and canted his hips, arching into his father’s touches. 

“Yes, Daddy, please,” Peter cried softly. “Make me feel good.”

Another chuckle was his only response as Tony slid his thick middle finger inside Peter’s body. Peter cried out and pressed his hips forward, taking more of his dad’s finger. It felt good, and he wondered what his father’s cock would feel like. 

“Should make you fall apart in the daytime, baby, so Daddy can see your pretty little face,” Tony cooed. Peter whimpered at the thought. “Fuck, baby, I love your little sounds.”

Peter whined, and Tony continued pumping his finger in and out of him. He dipped his head back down to take Peter’s nipple into his mouth again. Peter clung to his dad’s head, doing his best not to hurt the man as he writhed on his finger.

“More, god, please, more,” Peter panted. “Need more, Daddy.”

“More, what, baby? Hmm? What do you need?” Tony purred, pressing a second finger into the young boy.

“Ah, Dad,” Peter cried. His dad’s fingers felt amazing, but he wanted more. “Daddy,” Peter whimpered. “Need you.”

“You need me? I’m right here, my love,” Tony cooed. “Want another finger already?”

Peter whimpered and nodded, thinking three might be what he needed. Tony hummed and pressed a third finger into him. Peter cried out, spreading his legs to give his dad more room. Tony rolled Peter onto his back and hovered over him.

“Kiss me,” Peter gasped. “Kiss me, please, Dad, kiss me.”

“Shh, I’ve got you, baby,” Tony cooed.

He dipped his head and pulled Peter’s lower lip into his mouth, sucking on it. Peter whined and arched into his dad’s hand. Tony nipped at Peter’s lip and he gasped. Taking advantage, Tony slipped his tongue into Peter’s mouth. Peter’s breath caught, but he tried to kiss back as Tony’s fingers sped up. Tony kissed him for several long minutes, exploring every inch of Peter’s mouth. Peter felt himself growing closer and closer to climax and when Tony swiped his thumb across Peter’s clit, he saw stars.

“Dad!” Peter cried out. “Fuck, Dad, oh god.”

Peter’s voice cracked as he writhed against his father, coming apart at the seams. Tony continued to move his fingers, prolonging Peter’s pleasure. 

“That’s it, good boy,” Tony cooed. “Let me hear you.”

“Daddy,” Peter whimpered.

Tony finally stilled his fingers and bent to take Peter’s lips in another kiss. Peter arched into him, feeling his dad’s hard cock brush his thigh.

“Dad,” Peter gasped, twisting his head to the side.

“What, baby?” Tony asked, chasing him to pull him back into another kiss.

“Mm, you’re hard,” Peter said. “Let me.”

“Let you, huh? You wanna help Daddy?”

“Yes, please, let me,” Peter babbled. “You make me feel so good, wanna help.”

“Precious boy,” Tony cooed. He slipped his fingers out of Peter and rolled to his side. “How do you want to help Daddy?”

Peter bit his lip and rolled to face his dad. His hand moved without thought and he wrapped it around Tony’s hard cock. Peter marveled at the feeling; it was hard, but also much softer than he’d ever imagined. He explored his father’s cock, running his hand up and down the length. Tony watched fondly, allowing his son to explore.

“That’s it, good boy,” Tony encouraged and Peter glanced up. Tony’s face was soft, and Peter smiled shyly as he looked back down at what his hand was doing.

Biting his lip again, Peter glanced up at his dad. Making a decision, Peter slid down the bed and eased himself between his father’s thighs. Tony chuckled, rolling onto his back to give Peter more room.

“Go on, then. You gonna suck Daddy’s cock?” Tony asked.

Peter nodded, blood rushing to his cheeks. His embarrassment wasn’t enough to deter him, and he leaned forward. Shooting his eyes back up to his dad, he found nothing but love and encouragement on the man’s face. He looked back at his dad’s cock and opened his mouth, pressing a small lick to the tip. Tony sucked in a breath but otherwise stayed silent and Peter pressed forward.

He’d never seen a cock that wasn’t his father’s and had never held one until tonight. But Peter had watched porn, so he was pretty sure he could do this. Sucking in a deep breath, Peter leaned forward and took his father’s cock into his mouth. He went too far, gagging and pulling back.

“Hey, go slow, baby. It’s not a race,” Tony said, patting Peter’s hair. Nodding, Peter coughed and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Determined, he leaned forward and took just the tip into his mouth. “That’s it, good boy. Nice and slow, now.”

This time was better, and Peter relaxed as he suckled on his father’s cock. It tasted like skin, which surprised Peter. He wasn’t sure why he’d expected it to taste different. He bobbed his head, taking more and more of his dad’s cock on each downstroke. Tony continued to praise him, calling him a good boy and encouraging him.

“Mmm, fuck, baby. Your mouth is incredible,” Tony said. “Have you ever done this before?”

Peter pulled off his dad’s cock with a pop, gasping for breath and shook his head.

“No, Daddy,” Peter panted.

“No? Have you done anything with anyone?” Tony asked.

“Uh uh,” Peter said.

“You’re a virgin?” Tony asked and Peter ducked his head. He suckled his dad’s cock back into his mouth and Tony threaded his fingers into his hair, pulling him off. “Petey?”

“Ah, yes, sir,” Peter whispered. 

“Hmm, have you masturbated, at least?” Peter’s face flamed, and he tugged his head out of his dad’s grip. “Baby? It’s okay if you have.”

Peter nodded, whispering, “Yeah, a few times.”

“Yeah?” Tony cooed. “How do you do it?”

His head shot up, and Peter’s eyes widened. Tony grinned down at him and Peter bit his lip. He licked his dad’s cock again, stalling for a moment, before finally deciding to answer.

“I rub my fingers on my clit,” Peter said.

“Yeah? That it?” Tony pressed and Peter nodded. “You don’t go lower? Play with your hole?”

Face flaming, Peter shook his head, taking his dad’s cock back into his mouth to avoid speaking.

“Aww, you have so much to learn, baby boy,” Tony cooed. “But you’ve got time.”

Peter didn’t respond, hoping if he sucked his dad off he’d stop talking. It worked, and Tony fell mostly silent while Peter bobbed his head up and down his dad’s length. Thinking back on things he’d seen in porn, Peter swirled his tongue around his dad’s cock. Tony cursed and threaded his fingers into Peter’s hair again. With a grin, Peter did it again. He wondered how many sounds he could pull from his dad and debated if he wanted the man to come in his mouth or not.

“Fuck, baby, just like that,” Tony said. “Fuck, you’re good at this.”

Peter preened and doubled his efforts. He took his dad almost to the root, relaxing his throat and moving slowly. Spidey had little gag reflex, and he discovered that as long as he moved slowly, he could take his father’s entire cock down his throat.

“Jesus, fuck, kid,” Tony grunted. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come. You want me to come in your mouth or on your pretty face?”

Without answering, Peter sucked harder, clenching his throat against his father’s cock and breathing through his nose. Tony cursed above him and tightened his grip in Peter’s hair. His hips shifted, lifting off the bed. Peter relaxed his throat and let his dad fuck his face. It didn’t take long for Tony to growl and Peter felt hot come sliding down the back of his throat.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Tony grunted as his cock throbbed in his son’s mouth.

Tony collapsed back onto the bed, and Peter pulled off his cock. Panting, Peter wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. He watched his dad’s cock throb, a small amount of come spurting out of the tip. Peter reached out and scooped it onto his finger, sucking it into his mouth. It tasted bitter, and he scrunched up his face, pulling a laugh from his dad.

“Shit, baby,” Tony panted. “That was one of the best blowy’s I’ve ever had.”

“Yeah?” Peter asked, perking up and grinning at his dad.

“Yeah, kid,” Tony laughed. “C’mere.”

Peter crawled up the bed, and Tony pulled him into a hug. He tipped Peter’s face up and pulled him into a kiss. Peter kissed back, sighing when his dad pulled back.

“Hmm, I’m not done with you,” Tony announced and Peter’s brow furrowed.

“Oh!” Peter gasped as Tony rolled and pinned him to the bed. “Dad!”

Tony hummed and bent to suckle on Peter’s neck. Peter arched his back and tilted his head to give his dad more access, moaning as the man sucked harder. His hands roved over Peter’s skin and Tony moved down Peter’s body, kissing a path along the way. He stopped to pay some attention to each of Peter’s breasts before moving down. He nipped at Peter’s belly button, pulling a sharp gasp from the boy, and kissed further down.

When he settled himself between Peter’s legs, Tony tugged them apart. His breath feathered across Peter’s pussy and Peter tried pulling his legs together.

“God, baby, wish I could see you better,” Tony lamented.

Peter had no such problem, able to see his dad framed between his bare legs perfectly. Tony bent and kissed Peter’s upper thigh, moving inward and sucking hard on his inner thigh. Peter’s breath caught, and he spread his legs as Tony continued inward. When his dad’s lips brushed Peter’s pussy for the first time, the young boy keened.

“Dad! Oh!” Peter gasped.

Tony hummed, and the vibration spread across Peter’s cunt. He whimpered and cried out when Tony pressed his tongue into his clit. Peter arched up, pressing his pussy into his father’s face. His fingers tangled in his dad’s hair and Peter pressed him down firmly.

His dad’s dark chuckle sent a shiver up Peter’s spine as the man set to work, exploring every fold and nook of his young son’s pussy. Tony ate Peter out passionately, eliciting feelings Peter hadn’t known existed. He writhed and cried out, alternately pressing into and away from his father’s questing tongue. The pleasure was intense, and Peter balanced on the precipice for several long minutes before finally falling over the edge.

“Dad! Fuck, oh god,” Peter cried. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Tony continued past Peter’s orgasm, pressing his tongue down into Peter’s hole and cleaning up the copious slick he’d earned from the boy. Finally, Peter had to push him away, over sensitized and on the edge of pain.

“Hmm, you doing okay, baby?” Tony asked.

“Yes, fuck,” Peter panted.

“Language, young man,” Tony scolded and Peter stared at him incredulously.

“Seriously? What is it with you and scolding me for ‘language’ after making me come?” Peter asked, then gasped.

He hadn’t meant to reference the other dreams, but his dad just grinned at him. 

Well, if this is a dream too, then it’s not a big deal, Peter thought.

“I can’t help it, I’m your father,” Tony chuckled.

Pressing a kiss to Peter’s thigh, Tony crawled up the bed to hover over the boy. He leaned down to pull Peter into a kiss and Peter tasted himself on his father’s lips. It was just like the other night, when he’d licked his dad’s fingers clean.

“Go back to sleep, baby,” Tony cooed, laying down beside the boy.

“Mmkay, Daddy. Night,” Peter sighed, snuggling tightly with the man.

“Night baby, love you,” Tony said against Peter’s hair.

“Love you, too, Dad.”

“Shit.”

Peter’s eyes fluttered open, and he twisted in the bed. He was alone, and he glanced around the room. His dad was standing at the stove, sucking on his finger. Peter blushed when he remembered where his dad’s fingers had been in his dream last night.

“What happened, Dad?” Peter asked, shaking the thought from his head and sitting up. The blanket pooled around his waist and he rubbed his eyes.

“Oh, hey, morning Petey,” Tony said, looking up at the boy. “I burned my finger on the oven when I went to check the burner.”

“Oof, don’t hurt yourself old man,” Peter said with a grin.

“Ass,” Tony muttered. “How’d you sleep? More dreams?” Peter felt his face heat, and he ducked his head. “What’s this? What kind of dreams are these, baby?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Peter muttered, tugging the blanket up over his head. “Close your eyes, I’m gonna get up.”

He peeked out from the blanket and looked at his dad’s face. His eyes were closed, so Peter threw the blanket off and slid out of the bed. He gasped at the mark on his inner thigh. Where had that-?

“What’s wrong, baby?” Tony asked, rushing over.

“Dad! I’m naked!” Peter gasped, grabbing the blanket.

“Yeah, and you just gasped like you were in pain,” Tony said, tugging the blanket free. He looked Peter over and his eyes fell on the bruise on Peter’s inner thigh. “Did you bump your leg yesterday?”

“Oh, maybe,” Peter muttered. That would explain the mark. 

That doesn’t explain why it’s in the same place your dad sucked so hard on last night, does it? A little voice said. Shut up, Peter thought.

“Hmm,” Tony hummed, still looking between Peter’s legs. Peter gasped and clenched his thighs together and Tony glanced up. “Right, well, get back in bed, kid.”

“What? Why?” Peter asked.

“Power’s still out, baby,” Tony said. “I don’t like the idea of you freezing to death.”

Peter nodded, sitting on the bed. He had to pee, though, so he snatched his father’s shirt off the floor and slipped it over his head, rushing into the bathroom and closing the door.

“Get yourself together, Stark,” Peter muttered. 

He finished in the bathroom quickly and rejoined his dad in the main room, climbing back into the bed. He avoided his dad’s gaze for the first half of the morning, but the more normal Tony acted, the more Peter relaxed. So he was having wet dreams about his dad, so what? It’s fine. He wasn’t actually having sex with his dad, it’s no big deal.

I wish I was though, a traitorous thought creeped into Peter’s mind, and he bit his lip, shivering.

“You still cold, kiddo?” Tony asked.

“Well, yeah, but I’ve been cold since we left the city,” Peter said with a shrug.

“Hmm, gimme a sec, you can cuddle with your old man,” Tony said, lifting the blanket and climbing into the bed with Peter. “We can read together.”

“Okay,” Peter said, shifting to sit against the mound of pillows behind him.

Tony tucked Peter under his arm and then picked up the book he’d been reading. Peter grabbed his own book off the nightstand and got lost in the fictional world for a while. They’d been up at the cabin for three nights now, and it was nice to have this time with his dad uninterrupted. No business emails, no calls or texts from Pepper or the board. And Peter wasn’t getting bombarded with school drama either. He snuggled closer to his dad, dropping his head on the man’s chest, sliding further down on the bed.

His eyes were drooping, and the book slipped from Peter’s fingers after a while. Tony tugged the book out of Peter’s lap and dropped it on his nightstand. He pressed a kiss to Peter’s hair, and Peter hummed. His dad smelled good, and the blanket felt cozy.

He knew he’d fallen asleep when he felt his father’s fingers brushing against his breast. Peter sighed and arched into the touch. A chuckle ruffled his hair, and the hand pressed more firmly into Peter’s chest. He wasn’t sure why they were wearing clothes if he was dreaming, but it wouldn’t be the first time they started this way.

“Dad,” Peter sighed, arching his back.

Peter’s eyes fluttered open, and he looked up at his dad from beneath long lashes.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” Tony cooed, and Peter ducked his head, cheeks heating. Tony used one finger to tip Peter’s chin up. “Can I kiss you, baby?”

“Please,” Peter breathed. Tony’s smile was radiant as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to Peter’s lips.

These dreams felt so real lately, and Peter sighed into the kiss. He felt his dad press him back into the pillows before shifting and pulling back from the kiss. Peter chased him and Tony chuckled.

“Finally get to see you,” Tony murmured, running his hand down Peter’s chest.

Peter hummed and sat still while his dad trailed his hands over his body. 

“Gonna make you feel so good, and finally get to see you fall apart, baby,” Tony said.

“Please,” Peter sighed, dropping his head back.

Tony’s hands trailed down Peter’s sides, hooked under the bottom hem of his shirt, and slowly lifted. Inch after inch of creamy white skin came into view as Tony pulled Peter’s - Tony’s - shirt up over his head. Peter let his arms fall by his sides, enjoying the way his dad drank in the sight of him. 

“So pretty, baby,” Tony cooed. “And all mine.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Peter sighed. “All yours.”

Tony ran his hands over Peter’s torso and then pushed lightly until Peter fell back onto the bed. Tony licked his lips and Peter shivered.

“Cold?” Tony asked.

“A little,” Peter murmured.

“I can fix that,” Tony said, rolling over to hover over Peter.

Peter hummed and watched Tony slither beneath the covers. He spread his legs to give his dad more room, lifting the blanket to see.

“Look at you,” Tony breathed, rubbing his thumbs over Peter’s inner thigh. “Got my mark on you.”

Peter’s breath hitched, and he glanced at the mark still visible on his inner thigh. Tony pressed his thumb into it and Peter gasped. Then Tony bent down and began trailing kisses from Peter’s knee to his upper thigh, spreading the boy’s legs further the higher he went.

“Dad,” Peter gasped when Tony’s tongue swiped across his clit. “Mmm, yeah.”

Tony mouthed at Peter’s pussy lips, pulling pleasure from the boy. He held Peter’s legs apart and flicked his tongue across his clit over and over. Peter arched into the man’s face, crying out and tangling his fingers in his father’s hair. Peter rode his father’s face, grinding his hips and seeking stimulation. Tony pressed two fingers into him and Peter gasped.

“Oh, god, Dad,” Peter cried out. “Yeah, just like that, fuck.”

Peter moaned, rubbing his pussy over his dad’s face, edging closer and closer to climax. Tony worked him expertly, using his hands and lips and tongue - even his teeth - to tease the boy into an explosion of pleasure.

“Dad!” Peter keened. “Fuck, please, make me feel so good, oh god.”

“Hmm, that’s it, baby. Come on Daddy’s face,” Tony purred.

“Ah, fuck!” Peter cried out, thrusting his hips up and shuddering in release. 

Tony worked him through it and then pulled back. He slipped his fingers free and sucked them clean, pulling another moan from the boy. 

I need more, Peter thought.

“More,” he gasped. “Please, Dad, need more.”

“Yeah? What do you need, baby?” Tony asked, lightly rubbing his thumb into Peter’s inner thigh.

Go big or go home, Stark, you know you want it, that dark inner voice said.

“Your cock,” Peter breathed. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he knew it was exactly what he needed. “Oh, god, please. Dad, please, fuck me, please.”

Tony groaned, dropping his head to Peter’s thigh.

“Please, need it, please, Dad, fuck me, please, need your cock,” Peter begged, grabbing his dad’s shoulders and tugging on the man.

“Yeah, alright, yeah,” Tony breathed. “Give me a sec, baby.”

Peter whined, and Tony chuckled. He pushed the blanket to the side and got off the bed and grabbed the poker to stoke the fire, throwing another log in. Then he turned back and grinned. 

Peter knew why, his dad had just spotted him rubbing his clit. He didn’t feel embarrassed, instead just spreading his legs to give his dad a better view.

“You’re perfect, baby,” Tony breathed, walking over. “So perfect.”

“Dad, please, need you,” Peter whined. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

Laughing, Tony crossed his arms in front of himself and tugged his shirt over his head in one swooping motion. His hands dropped to his hips and Peter bit his lip. He rolled onto his hands and crawled over to his dad.

“Can I?” Peter asked, reaching out.

“Go ahead, love,” Tony said.

Peter reached out and undid the button, then slid the zipper down and opened his dad’s fly. Then he hooked both thumbs into the waistband and tugged the jeans down.

“Oh, you’re not wearing underwear,” Peter murmured. “I packed you like two weeks’ worth.”

Tony laughed and ruffled Peter’s hair. “I don’t usually wear them, baby.”

Eyes widening, Peter continued to tug Tony’s jeans off. His father’s cock sprang free, and he sucked in a breath. He remembered dreaming that he’d sucked his dad off last night, but seeing it in the daytime was different. His hands slid up his dad’s legs before sliding inward. One hand wrapped around his father’s cock and the other reached further down to cup his balls. He hadn’t played with those the night before, and he was curious. When Tony sucked in a breath, Peter grinned.

He pressed soft kitten licks to the tip of his dad’s cock, marveling at how it grew longer and thicker in his hand. Rolling his dad’s balls in his hand felt strange, and Peter dropped them to use both hands on his dad’s cock instead.

Tony threaded his fingers through Peter’s hair, but let Peter set the pace. He appreciated it and wrapped his lips around the tip of his dad’s cock. When he was sure his dad was fully hard, Peter pulled off and looked up at him.

“Oh, you done?” Tony asked sardonically and Peter grinned.

“Only with sucking,” Peter said, sliding back up the bed with a grin. 

He bit his lip and pulled his left knee up over his right one, crossing his arms. But then he thought, this is a dream, it’s okay, and slowly straightened his leg out. Watching his dad’s reaction, Peter spread his thighs apart. Tony’s pupils dilated, and he licked his lips.

“Want another taste?” Peter whispered, then immediately ducked his head.

It’s a dream, it’s a dream, it’s a dream, he chanted over and over in his head. It’s okay because it’s a dream.

“Fuck,” Tony breathed. “Yeah, baby, Daddy wants another taste.”

Tony climbed up on the bed and crawled over Peter’s body. He caged the boy in, leaning down to claim him in a searing kiss. Peter’s arms wound around his dad’s shoulders and he clung to the man. Finally, Tony pulled back and Peter let him slide down his body. Like the previous dream, he trailed kisses down Peter’s body, stopping to toy with Peter’s nipples and nip his belly button again.

“Dad!” Peter gasped at the sharp sting, eliciting a chuckle.

“Let me get a better look at you, now it’s daytime, baby,” Tony purred, dropping his hands to Peter’s knees and pushing them apart. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

“Dad,” Peter gasped, squirming and trying to close his legs. Tony’s body prevented them from closing and Peter whined. “Do something, please. Don’t just stare at me.”

“But you’re so pretty, baby,” Tony cooed. “I like looking at you.”

“Please,” Peter whined, and Tony chuckled.

“Alright, baby,” Tony said. “I’ll do something.”

Then he bent forward and hovered his mouth over Peter’s pussy. He flicked his eyes up and caught Peter’s gaze. Holding eye contact, Tony swiped his tongue over Peter’s clit, eliciting a sharp gasp from his son. Peter saw him grin before repeating the motion, and Peter’s eyes slipped closed.

“Look at me,” Tony purred. “Watch me.” Peter’s eyes flashed open, and he looked down at his father. “Good boy. Watch Daddy, now.”

Peter whimpered, but obeyed. He watched his father press kisses to his pussy, teasing and toying with him. He whined, eyes closing halfway. Tony bit his inner thigh and Peter gasped, eyes flying open.

“Dad!”

“I said watch me.”

“Ah, yes, sir.”

He did his best to obey, keeping his eyes open while his father peppered more kisses on and around his pussy. His eyes almost closed when his dad pulled his clit into his mouth as best as he could, but he forced them open. It was so much more in the daytime, watching his father go down on him. Peter’s senses felt heightened, more so than usual, and every lick and caress felt sharper and more vivid.

“Dad! Oh god,” Peter cried. Tony hummed and Peter cried out again.

“Daddy making you feel good, baby?”

“Yes, ah, Daddy, please.”

Tony continued to ravish Peter’s pussy while he moved his hands. One hand gripped the boy’s thigh, holding it open, and the other rubbed over Peter’s hole. Tony’s eyes flashed up, presumably to make sure Peter was still watching, and caught and held Peter’s gaze. He stared into his father’s eyes as the man pressed two fingers inside him. Peter arched his back, doing his best to maintain eye contact.

“Dad! Fuck,” Peter gasped. “Aren’t you gonna fuck me?”

“Gotta open you up, baby. Two fingers isn’t nearly enough for you to take Daddy’s cock,” Tony said.

“Oh, ah, fuck,” Peter gasped as Tony spread his fingers apart and thrust his fingers in and out of Peter’s body.

He took his dad’s word for it, looking into the man’s eyes as he pressed a third finger in. The burn made something tingle in the back of Peter’s brain, something about not feeling any pain in dreams, but he brushed it aside, canting his hips up into his father’s face. Tony brought Peter to the edge of orgasm, backed off, and did it again. Peter whimpered, tightening his grip on his father’s hair. When Tony backed off, preventing Peter’s orgasm for the third time, the boy whined and tugged on his hair.

“Dad, please,” Peter cried.

“What’s wrong, baby? Daddy being mean?” Tony cooed.

“Please, wanna come, Dad, please,” Peter begged, feeling tears well in his eyes.

“Hmm, okay, baby. Daddy’ll make you come,” Tony cooed. “Go on, baby. Come for Daddy, now.”

Tony pressed a fourth finger into Peter, crooking them just right, throwing Peter into his orgasm.

“Oh,” Peter gasped. “Oh god, oh fuck, fuck, fuck. Dad!”

He writhed in pleasure, moaning, and gasping as his dad eased him through his climax. Tony pulled his fingers free and crawled up over Peter’s body, trailing kisses along the way. Peter shivered, but not from the cold this time, as his father’s much larger body spread out over him. 

“Dad,” Peter sighed, arching up into the man. “Please.”

“Hmm, please what, baby?” Tony murmured against Peter’s neck.

“Ah, please, fuck me,” Peter gasped. “Need you.”

“Yeah? You need Daddy to fill you up?” Tony purred.

“Yes, please, Dad,” Peter begged. “Fill me up.”

“God, baby, you’re so perfect,” Tony breathed, sucking harshly on Peter’s neck.

Peter moaned, clutching his father’s shoulders. He reached blindly between them, grasping his father’s hard cock and stroking it. He rubbed it against his pussy lips, pressing the tip into his clit and moaning again.

“Gonna put it in, baby? Thought you wanted Daddy to fill you up,” Tony said, and Peter felt his grin against his neck.

Ignoring the teasing, Peter fumbled blindly, trying to find his hole with his dad’s cock. It was awkward, but Tony let Peter figure it out. When his father’s tip pressed inside, Peter moaned. It was like nothing he had ever experienced, and everything he’d ever wanted. Tony slid in inch by inch, filling Peter perfectly. 

“Oh, god, Dad,” Peter gasped, arching up into the man. 

He wrapped his arms around Tony’s shoulders, holding him tightly. His breath hitched when Tony sheathed himself fully inside Peter’s body. Tears welled in Peter’s eyes, his emotions went haywire and his chest ached. He’d never felt closer to his father, and he hoped this wasn’t a one-time thing. Then he shook his head, reminding himself it was a dream.

“So perfect, Petey,” Tony breathed. “Fuck, you’re so tight, son.”

“Dad,” Peter cried. “Fuck me, please, move.”

“Yeah, baby, don’t worry,” Tony said. “Gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart.”

Tony pulled his hips back slowly until just his tip remained inside Peter, then he pressed forward just as slowly, filling Peter back up. He continued at this pace for a few minutes, and tears spilled down Peter’s cheeks at the sweetness of it. 

“Love you,” Peter gasped. “Dad, I love you.”

“I love you, too, baby,” Tony said, picking up the pace.

“Ah, please, faster,” Peter begged.

“I’ve got you, baby,” Tony promised.

He snapped his hips harder, moving faster and reaching between them to rub Peter’s clit. Peter cried out, pressing his hips up and trying to meet his father’s every thrust. It felt incredible, and he never wanted it to end. He knew it would, though, could already feel the beginnings of his orgasm creeping up on him. 

“Daddy, oh god,” Peter cried. “Feels so good, fuck.”

“You gonna come for me, baby? Huh? Gonna come on Daddy’s cock?” Tony asked.

“Yes! Oh, fuck, please, make me come, Dad,” Peter cried.

Tony grunted, kissing Peter’s neck and pumping his hips harshly. Peter keened, tipped over into his orgasm and shuddering in release. Tony fucked him through it and beyond, pounding into the boy. He gripped Peter’s hips, chasing his own climax. Finally, Tony reared back and pulled his cock out of Peter’s body, jerking it hard and fast in his fist. Come sprayed over Peter’s stomach and he gasped. His dad aimed his cock lower, spurting more come onto Peter’s well-used pussy. 

“That’s it, good boy,” Tony grunted. “Mark you all up with Daddy’s come.”

“Dad, oh god,” Peter breathed, panting harshly.

Tony sat back on his heels, breathing heavily and looking at his come covering Peter’s body. Peter followed his gaze, reaching out to trail a finger through the sticky white come on his skin. Tony leaned down and kissed Peter’s lips, still panting slightly, when Peter’s stomach growled and Tony laughed.

“How about I make us some food, hmm?” Tony asked.

“Yeah, think that’s a good idea,” Peter said.

He watched his dad climb out of the bed and pad over to the stove, still naked. Peter looked down at his body, realizing that this felt incredibly real for a dream. He looked around the room; every detail was sharp, unlike his other dreams. He looked back at the come cooling on his stomach and pussy, still trailing his fingers through it.

This is not a dream, that dark voice said. This is real. Peter gasped, his head shooting up, and he stared at his dad.

“I’m not dreaming,” Peter breathed. “Fuck, oh god, I’m not dreaming. This is real.”

Tony’s eyes shot to Peter’s and the trepidition in his father’s eyes solidified it. This was not a dream. Peter’s eyes widened, and he looked between his dad’s face and his dad’s come on his skin. This was real. His father had just made him come three times, and then came all over his body. They had done that, in real life.

“How is this real?” Peter whispered.

“Baby, are you ok?,” Tony asked, walking back to the bed. 

“What?” Peter asked, looking back up at the man. “I- I thought it was all a dream?”

“I’m sorry, I thought you knew. That you were consenting,” Tony said. “God, I’m such a terrible person, terrible father.”

“What? No, no, I wanted it,” Peter said, reaching his hand out.

“Baby, you thought you were dreaming,” Tony said. “That’s not consent. I didn’t- I thought you wanted it when I fucked you.”

“Yeah, I did,” Peter agreed, sliding over the bed closer to his father. “I’ve been doing a lot of dreaming lately. But daddy, I wanted it.”

“What?” Tony asked, frowning.

“Daddy, the reason I went with it when I thought it was a dream is because I want this to happen. Have, for a while now, and have dreamed about it before,” Peter said, and Tony’s head snapped up.

“You’ve dreamed about this before? About having sex with me?” Tony asked, incredulity dripping from his voice. “Me? Your father?”

“Yes, Dad, you, my father,” Peter confirmed. “Dad, despite thinking this was a dream, I still not only allowed you to touch me, but I asked you to fuck me,” Peter said. “Like, I specifically called you ‘Dad’ too so it’s not like I didn’t know who was touching me like that.”

“I-” Tony shook his head. “I guess, but-”

“No, Dad,” Peter cut him off. “I’ve been dreaming about this for years.”

“Years?” Tony breathed, stepping closer to Peter.

“Yeah, for like the last two years, almost every night I have wet dreams,” Peter said, looking his father in the eye. “About you.”

“Baby, why didn’t you say anything?” Tony breathed, drawing Peter into his arms.

“I just never thought I could have you,” Peter replied softly.

“I shouldn’t, we shouldn’t really,” Tony muttered but he didn’t pull away.

“Is-” Peter stopped, biting his lip and looking away from his dad. “Is this gonna be a one-time thing?”

“It should be, but I’ve been dreaming about you too baby,” Tony said, his eyes dark with what Peter now recognized as pure want.

“I want this,” Peter said, voice soft but firm. “I want to keep having sex with you and kissing you.”

“God, I’m such a fucked up person,” Tony groaned, looking to the ceiling even as his arms held Peter firmly. 

“If you say it’s not ‘right’ I’m gonna be really upset,” Peter whispered. “Because this feels pretty right to me.”

“Feels right to me too Bino, but no one else is going to see it that way,” Tony said softly. “It’s easy to say fuck it all when you’re young, but we can’t just ignore the world Petey.”

“I’m not that young, Dad,” Peter insisted. “And I get it, it’s incest and I’m a minor and all that, but that’s not the same as it being wrong.”

“Well it’s definitely not legal,” Tony said with a snort. Then he sighed. “I love you, you know I love you baby. I just want what’s best for you. So just, let's think about it for a bit before we make a decision, alright?”

Peter nodded, and Tony stepped away with a sigh after dropping a chaste kiss on Peter’s forehead.  Peter watched as Tony went to make them soup on the stove, wondering what would happen now as he did. He tugged the blanket up over his arms, shivering slightly. It was still cold, and he moved closer to the fireplace. Tony finished their lunch, pouring some into bowls and bringing them over to the bed. He handed Peter his and sat on the edge of the bed. 

They ate in silence, Peter wondering how to convince his father that this was the best option. He really didn’t want this to stop. Just because he realized he wasn’t dreaming, didn’t mean that it had to end. That thought turned into another, and another realization hit Peter suddenly, and he gasped, putting his bowl on the nightstand. “What, baby? What’s wrong?” Tony asked, cupping Peter's cheek and putting his own bowl to the side, but a grin spread across Peter’s face.

“It hasn’t been a dream since we got here, has it?” Peter asked, and Tony grimaced. “That first night, you touched me? Made me come?”

Tony nodded jerkily, a plethora of emotions marring his features, but Peter wasn’t done. 

“And then the next night, you fucked my thighs, and I made myself come that time,” Peter said. “But you cleaned me up. Was that so I wouldn’t know you’d come on me, that time?”

“Yes,” Tony gritted out, and Peter reached out to cup his dad’s face.

“Thank you,” Peter breathed. “You made me feel so good, Dad. And I definitely want to do it again.”

“Baby,” Tony breathed.

“We’ve already done it, more than once technically,” Peter reminded him. “I loved everything we did so why should it be different? Why should we have to stop?”

Tony sighed, leaning his head into Peter. Peter took advantage of their closeness and reached out his hand. He wrapped it around his father’s cock, stroking it. Tony grunted, but did nothing to stop Peter.

“So, please, let’s not stop. Don’t make me give you up,” Peter cajoled, stroking his dad’s cock more firmly. “You’re getting hard, so I know you want it.”

“That’s-” Tony cut himself off with a laugh. “That’s not how that works, but you’re not wrong.”

“Whatever, I’m consenting to you fucking me again,” Peter snarked, continuing to run his hand up and down his father’s shaft.

“Excuse me, young man, but I’m gonna need you to watch your language,” Tony scolded, and Peter grinned.

“Yeah, can’t have me swearing while I’m stroking your cock, and your come is drying on my stomach and pussy,” Peter said cheekily.

“You little shit,” Tony laughed, but he bent down and claimed Peter in a kiss. “Fuck, baby. I love you, you know that, right?”

“I love you, too, Dad,” Peter said, smiling softly. “Now get on with it.”

“Yeah? You think you can boss me around? Tell me what to do?” Tony growled into Peter’s ear, pulling a shiver from the boy. “Huh? You’re such a little brat. I should say no. I should spank you and tell you no. You can’t have my cock.”

He said this as his hand wandered over Peter’s body, coming to rest on his breast and tweaking the boy’s nipple.

“Ah, well, that’s a punishment for you, too,” Peter gasped. “You want this as much as I do.”

“Hmm, you’re right,” Tony said, leaning down to steal another kiss. “Guess I’ll just have to fuck you hard enough to teach you your lesson.”

“Please,” Peter whimpered. “Do it.”

Tony didn’t reply, instead rolling over on top of the boy. He pinned Peter to the mattress, though Peter knew full well he could get up if he needed to. The mid-day sunlight shone through the windows, lighting his father up. Peter marveled at the sight, astounded that he got to have this as Tony began rolling his hips against Peter.

He’d lost his grip on his dad’s cock when the man rolled, and Peter reached between them to take it in hand again. Tony lifted himself up, giving Peter more room, and Peter spread his legs apart. 

“Go on then, needy thing,” Tony said. “Put it in.”

Peter bit his lip and led his dad’s cock to his hole. His eyes flashed up to his father’s face and their eyes met. He broke eye contact, wanting to watch his father fill him up this time, and felt Tony’s eyes leave his face. 

He canted his hips, rubbing his dad’s cock over his hole a few times before pressing it inside. Watching his father fill him up was a feeling he couldn’t describe. His dad was big, but it was nothing Peter hadn’t taken before, and Peter took every inch as Tony pressed his hips forward to slide all the way home. Fully sheathed, he cupped Peter’s face and tilted the boy’s head up.

“I love you, Tesoro,” Tony said.

“I love you, too, Dad,” Peter whispered. “Kiss me while you fuck me?”

“Mm, no, baby. I’ll kiss you, but I think I’d rather make love to you,” Tony said. “Shoulda done this right your first time, but I’ll make it up to you, baby.”

Peter nodded, nuzzling into his dad’s hand as he adjusted to Tony’s length filling him up again.

Tony kissed him fiercely, pumping his hips and sliding his cock in and out of his young son. Peter moaned and gasped, crying out and begging for more. Tony cooed at him, called him precious, and tipped him into two more orgasms before tears started to slide down Peter’s face again.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” Tony whispered against Peter’s lips.

“Come inside me,” Peter gasped, and Tony’s hips stuttered.

“Baby, I shouldn’t,” Tony said.

He never stopped moving, and Peter clenched around him.

“Please, want you to,” Peter begged. “Come inside me, Dad.”

“Fuck, baby, no,” Tony said. He continued to thrust into his son regardless, swelling inside him. “I could get you pregnant, baby.”

“I don’t care, please, Dad,” Peter cried. He tightened his hold on Tony’s arms and wound his legs around the man. “Come inside me, please.”

“Pete,” Tony groaned, fucking him harder, snapping his hips as much as he could with Peter’s legs tightening around him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Dad!” Peter cried as he felt Tony throb inside him. “Thank you, ah, thank you.”

He felt every rope of come as it shot inside him, filling him up and painting his womb white. He clenched around his dad as the man throbbed, hips shuddering above the boy. Finally, Tony collapsed, panting into Peter’s hair.

“Thank you, Daddy,” Peter whispered.

“You’re welcome, love,” Tony replied.

“So, we’re gonna keep doing this, right?” Peter asked, needing the confirmation.

“Yeah, baby,” Tony assured. “Besides, we’re stuck here for another few days, and I still need to keep you warm.”

Peter laughed, hugging his dad tightly and nuzzling into his chest. His heart swelled and he kissed his dad’s neck, closing his eyes in relief.