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Peter couldn’t believe there was only three weeks – twenty-one days – left till the wedding. Till the day he got to say, ‘I do'. Until Tony would truly be his and he’d be Tony’s.

His collar was a sign of being owned, but their marriage would be legally binding. He’d be forever known as Peter Stark. In someways he couldn’t be more ready for the day to arrive, but in others he still didn’t think he fully appreciated the gravity of what it would mean. It was a massive milestone. Though it was one that had been years in the making. Their first date had been just over five years ago now.

After he’d graduated last June, Tony had taken him to Italy for a week to celebrate his newfound degree and freedom. During their last night away, they’d had a private dinner on their balcony overlooking the ocean and Tony had proposed.

Ever since then, Peter proudly wore his collar around his neck and his beautiful gold engagement ring with a ruby to match around his finger. Nobody could deny who he belonged to when he was adorned in his dom’s colours.

Once they’d returned to New York, it hadn’t taken them long to set a date and venue. They’d talked about it plenty of times over the years, fantasising over their dream day, so all that had been left to do was get it booked and begin to iron out all of the finer details.

They’d just had their final details meeting last week with their wedding planner, so it was now just a waiting game. They’d been told to try to relax before their big day.

Easier said than done when speculation over their upcoming nuptials were splattered across every gossip magazine, and even some of the more respectable papers to boot. They could barely leave the tower without being approached by members of the public offering well-wishes or advice or prying for details. It was certainly making it difficult to relax.

Regardless, they were still managing to enjoy each other’s company when they could.

Tony was still working and had had a day full of meetings – including a working lunch which had forced him into eating a cobb salad, which Tony had subsequently texted him complaints about all afternoon – so Peter had ordered them in some cheeseburgers for their dinner. The meal had given them a chance to catch up on their days. Tony had graciously given Peter almost six weeks off work for the wedding – three weeks beforehand and three weeks after for their honeymoon. He’d worried about being favourited at work, but given he was soon going to own half of the company, he figured some extra leave was the least of his worries.

Of course, Peter had also worried about being bored on the run up to the wedding given their planner was taking charge of all the last-minute details like preparing and printing the seating charts and creating the wedding favours, but it was giving him some much-needed time to catch up with May and his friends. He had also been thankful for the dedicated time he could spend in the lab during the day working on his Spider-Man suit, time that had been lacking since he’d started working full-time.

It hadn’t taken them long after dinner to slowly drift into the bedroom. Their upcoming nuptials only making them hornier. Each time they’d wonder if it was the last time they’d do whatever sexual act they were engaged in with their fiancé before they’d do it with their husband.

For example, it turns out Peter may have already had his last orgasm as an unmarried man and not even known it at the time. He pulled against his restraints as Tony once again let go of his cock, letting it lay hard, red and leaking against his stomach. His balls were heavy and tight between his legs, desperate for a release Tony kept denying him.

“Please, please, Sir,” he moaned. Pleas continuing to tumble from his lips as Tony slowly moved from kneeling between his thighs to straddling his chest.

“You sound so pretty when you beg,” Tony murmured, rubbing the tip of his cock against Peter’s lips but pulling back when he tried to lick at the precum resting there. “Uh-uh. Not yet, Pete. I’ve got a proposition for you first.”

Peter groaned at the playfulness in his dominants voice. It was usually always followed with a wondrously torturous idea. Something that he’d love to hate.

“What did you have in mind, Sir?”

“Well, I was thinking…” Tony slowly stroked his own cock as he spoke, spreading precum around the head just out of Peter’s reach, while Peter’s own cock twitched against his stomach. “What if the next time you had an orgasm, it was on our wedding night?”

Peter moaned at the thought. His hips involuntary thrusting into thin air at the thought of being kept denied until then. He’d already been edged three times in the past half hour. Could he wait a further three weeks? Would he manage to wait until he had a wedding band wrapped around his finger?

“You like that idea? Of letting me edge you, but not getting the happy release you want until you have a wedding band on that finger. Until you are well and truly mine? Until you have my name. Would you want to try for me? Try to be a good boy until then?”

Biting his lip, he took a moment to really think it over. They’d certainly played with orgasm denial in the past but the longest they’d gone for was a single weekend. It was definitely something he was into, but would it end up being too much? Peter knew that even for something like this, he’d still have his safe word. If he told Tony at any point that it was too much, they’d call it quits, no questions asked. And he could only imagine the sense of accomplishment if he could make it. How good it would feel to be a good boy for his dom.

“I…” Peter’s voice trembled, and he took a moment to lick his lips before continuing, his eyes darting between Tony’s face and the hand still stroking his cock just below Peter’s chin. His own cock feeling so neglected. “I’d like to try.”

“That’s all I’m asking. You know you can safe word at any time, I’m not going to be mad or disappointed. I promise.”

“I know, Sir. But it– it will make the wedding even more special.”

“That’s what I’d thought,” Tony bent down to press a chaste kiss against his lips. “Now, I never said I was going to wait, so I’ll let you choose where I finish tonight. Do you want me in your mouth or in your ass?”

Despite the fact Tony hadn’t touched Peter’s cock in a while, he could still feel it twitching in anticipation and didn’t want to risk breaking his agreement so soon after making it. Besides, he really did like giving Tony blowjobs. Having Tony’s cock so close to his lips yet not being able to taste him yet was extremely frustrating.

“In my mouth please, Sir.”

Nodding his head, Tony moved to undo the restraints wrapped around Peter’s wrists and ankles, and then moved to sit upright in bed where Peter had previously been lying. Peter was rearranged to settle himself between Tony’s legs and took a moment to stroke his dominants cock before taking him into his mouth. The salty taste of the precum quickly filled his senses as he let his tongue trail over the slit before pushing forward and taking more into his mouth. He was quick to fall into a rhythm, taking Tony’s cock into his throat on every third or fourth go.

Tony’s hands were resting on his head, but they weren’t giving any pressure, they were simply a grounding presence as Peter remained in charge. His neglected cock bobbing in the space between his thighs as his body moved to please his master.  

It wasn’t long before Peter felt Tony’s thighs tensing beneath his hands and Tony gave a short cry of warning before cum was filling Peter’s mouth. The bitter taste coating his tongue before he swallowed it down happily. He took his time to thoroughly clean Tony’s cock before pulling off, keeping his hands on Tony’s thighs to prevent them going where he wanted them most.

“So good for me,” Tony praised, running a hand through Peter’s hair, eyes momentarily glancing down to Peter’s erection.

“Thank you, Sir.”

They both sat in silence for a couple of minutes. Tony continuing to pet his head while Peter focused on breathing. He was still hot with arousal but knew no relief would be coming tonight. Try as he might, he struggled to distract his mind from the throbbing of his cock.

“What do you say we go for a bath to get cleaned up? You could tell me more about your new web formula if you wanted?”

Glancing down at his red, angry cock, Peter slowly nodded. A change of topic might be the distraction he was in desperate need of. The fact that Tony always knew what he needed was why he always felt so lucky he’d managed to get him to be his dominant partner.

“Good boy. C’mon, I’ll even let you pick the bubble bath.”

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Peter would like to think he’d taken his extended denial like a champ, but he knows fine well he’s been a brat at times. There have been days where he’s whined at Tony the moment he got in from work or times he’d been short tempered with Ned when they’d been playing video games. But there had also been days where he felt like he was floating, days where his pent-up arousal was a constant reminder of his submission and his inner submissive was loving it. Something that years ago he’d thought would be impossible for him to ever feel.

Despite how frustrating he found the denial; he also couldn’t deny how much he wanted to succeed. How desperately he wanted to please his dom, in spite of the struggles.

Last night was the closest he’d come to quitting. Tony had edged him for over an hour, switching between using his hands and his mouth to bring Peter right to the edge before pulling back a little until he calmed down enough for him to continue once more.

By the end of the scene, Peter had been sobbing and begging Tony to let him finish. His cock had been aching and even the lightest touch began to hurt with how sensitive he was. When Tony had moved to edge him for what would have been the fifteenth time, he’d called out “red”. Tony had of course stopped in his tracks and immediately began to release Peter’s restraints and check in with him.

“How’re you doing, Pete? What can I do?” Tony asked as soon as Peter was released from his restraints.

“I… I don’t know,” Peter whimpered. His sobs still hadn’t subsided. It was the first time he’d ever said red before. He’d never had to fully stop a scene with Tony before, momentarily pause, yes, but never stop, and his mind was struggling to process everything.

“That’s okay. Take your time. Scenes over. Can I hold you?”

Peter nodded his head, sniffing to try and clear his nose as he moved to let his head rest against Tony’s chest as the older man’s arms wrapped carefully around him. He sighed as Tony’s fingers began to thread through his hair. The tension slowly beginning to seep from his body after it had been constantly building over the past hour or so.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Tony gently asked once Peter’s sobs had subsided.

“I just… I… the edging is just too much. It hurts. And not a good hurt. I don’t… I don’t think I can do it anymore.”

“That’s fine. Thank you for telling me.” Tony pressed a caring kiss to his forehead. “Do you want to finish? You can do it yourself if you don’t want me touching you. I don’t want to make you worse.”

Biting his lip, Peter had thought it over before slowly shaking his head.

“No,” he started hesitantly. “I, I still want to wait. I just, I don’t want to continue the daily edgings anymore. I can’t take it.”

“Okay. No problem. You’ve done so well for me. Such a good boy for telling me that. I’m so proud of you. Do you want to add edging to your limits?”

“I don’t think so. Maybe just not for extended periods of time. Apparently, two weeks is my limit,” he chuckled.

After that, they’d cuddled in bed until Peter had felt up to showering while Tony sorted them some dinner and they’d ended up having an early night.

Tony had finished up work given they were into the final week before the wedding, so Peter had been surprised when he’d seemed in a rush to leave the following morning. As much as Tony was known for not sleeping, he certainly would never be called a morning person either. They’d shared a nice breakfast together, but when Peter made waves to go get ready, Tony announced he’d be nipping out for some errands.

Peter really should have expected something from the playful glint in Tony’s eye as he’d left, but he’d been tired enough to ignore it.

He was finding it hard to ignore it now though. Tony was standing in front of him proudly showing him his most recent purchase, his cock hardening at the mere thought which was not helped by the fact that Tony was talking at the same time.

“… so this way, it means you’ll still be reminded of the fact that you’re denied until our wedding night, but there’ll be no edging involved. In fact, there’ll be no erections involved either – well, for you anyway. I still plan on having some fun if that was okay with you?”

“Y-yeah,” Peter stuttered, eyeing it critically. “Will it, uh, fit?”

“Once we get you calmed down, yes. I’d been thinking about trying one for a while, but I wasn’t sure what you’d think. Figured now might be a nice time to try. We can give it a go and if you don’t like it then we can take it off. Given you’ve never worn one before, you might not be able to keep it on continuously until the wedding anyway, but hopefully you’ll manage at least a couple of hours a day.”

“Yeah, that sounds good. We can just see how it goes.”

Peter tentatively reached out to hold the Iron Man red, plastic cock cage. Not surprising that Tony would get him one that would match his collar. His fingers traced over the edges and the ring that would go around his balls and he was surprised at how soft and smooth the plastic felt. He’d been worried it’d be all sharp edges.

“How do we do this then?” Peter asked.

“It depends. Do you think you’ll be able to get soft and stay like that while we get it on? Or do you want me to get some ice to help you?”

“Um… Honestly, and I really hate to say this, but we’d probably be better with the ice. At least for the first time.”

Tony chuckled before nodding his head.

“I thought that might be the case. I’ll go and get some ice. Do you want to grab some lotion and talc for me? It’ll help with getting it on. I’ll meet you in the bedroom.”

Not even twenty minutes later, Peter was standing in the bedroom naked from the waist down and trying not to wince at the odd sensation of Tony manipulating his slightly numbed cock and balls to get them through the ring of the cage. It wasn’t long before Tony was gently gripping Peter’s soft shaft and feeding it into the plastic tube until the two pieces connected. Tony held the device in one hand while he inserted the lock with the other quickly turning the key to secure it before putting the ring on a chain around his own neck.

As soon as Tony let go, Peter could feel the foreign weight of the device pulling on him. Not painful, but different. His cock twitched when he noticed Tony’s erection straining against his jeans as he stood in front of Peter, eyes admiring Peter’s now caged cock.

“How does it feel?”

Peter wiggled his hips, feeling the cage swaying between his legs. He couldn’t ignore the sensation, but it wasn’t unpleasant.

“It’s…good?” he said hesitantly.

“You don’t sound too sure there, Pete.”

“No. I mean, I do like it. It’s just different. I want to try it.”

“Okay. If it starts to chafe let me know. If you’re game for it, we’ll have you in it for a couple of hours a day. Since there’s only a week before the wedding I don’t want to push it too much, but we can see how it goes. Ideally, I’d love for you to wear for a full day, but I’m not sure that’d be practical at this stage. Maybe something for us to aspire to in the future.”

His cock tried to harden at the thought and a squeak escaped his lips at the unexpected pull on his balls from his cock pushing against the cage. He was mesmerised by the way his cock was straining against its confines. Despite his interest, he knew he wasn’t at risk of having an unexpected orgasm like this and without being able to get hard, it was unlikely he’d get oversensitive like he had the previous night during Tony’s edging session either.

He jerked when Tony’s hand raised his chin, forcing Peter to meet his eyes. He’d obviously been quiet for too long. Too lost in his thoughts.

“Are you okay, baby?”

“Will you fuck me, Sir?”

Neither of them had expected that question. Peter could feel his cheeks heat in embarrassment as Tony stared at him quizzically. He opened his mouth – to apologise or to beg, he honestly wasn’t sure – but Tony placed a finger against his lips to silence him.

“Is that what you want?”

Biting his lip, Peter nodded, a moan escaping his lips as the cage felt even tighter.

“You want me to fill your ass, while your cock is left all alone? You won’t even be able to rub it with it all locked away like that.”

“Please,” Peter moaned. He’s not sure anything had ever sounded so hot and frustrating at the same time before.

“I’m certainly not going to refuse such a nice offer.”

At Tony’s instruction, he dropped his top onto the floor and got himself situated on the bed on his hands and knees. The cock cage was hanging heavy between his legs as his cock continued to strain against its plastic prison. He wasn’t waiting long before Tony’s lubed fingers began to stretch him. Peter was thankful that Tony wasn’t teasing him and was instead prepping him efficiently. It didn’t douse his arousal, but he knows that Tony could’ve made it much more difficult for him if he tried.

Peter was panting by the time Tony extracted his fingers and replaced them with his cock. Something about not even being able to rub his cock heightened each sensation. It was like every nerve ending in his hole were lighting up as he moaned in pleasure. He’d never been more aware of his cock than he was with the plastic trapping it. On his hands and knees the unfamiliar weight swung with every one of Tony’s thrusts, adding to the mix of sensations.

“Fuck, Pete,” Tony moaned, his hands gripping Peter’s waist tightly. “You feel so good. Making me feel so good when you can’t get even get yourself off. Such a good boy for me.”

“Ugh,” Peter moaned unintelligibly.

The cold key was tickling his back as Tony stretched over him to press kisses into the back of his neck before straightening up to continue his thrusting. Peter could barely think with Tony ploughing into him. The only thoughts running through his mind being more and harder and faster.

“You want me to fill you up?”

“Yes,” Peter gasped, clenching around the cock in his ass. “Please.”

He was using his arms to push his hips back in time to meet each of Tony’s thrusts. Moans were being forced from his throat with each thrust.

It didn’t take long for his dominant’s hands to tighten their grip around his hips as he finished inside him. Peter’s own cock dangled uselessly between his legs in its confines. He glanced down between his legs while Tony took a moment to breathe, and his own breath caught when he saw the string of precum dripping from the cage onto the sheets below. Tony kissed the back of his neck once again before gently pulling out.

“How are you doing?” Tony asked, being attentive as always.

“Good,” Peter panted, lowering himself down and then turning onto his back to see his dom. “I enjoyed that.”

“I’m glad. It wouldn’t be any good if you didn’t enjoy it.” Tony grinned, grabbing a towel kept on the bedside cabinet for these exact moments before sitting down beside Peter’s hip to start cleaning his sub. “How does the cage feel?”

“Still strange, but I like it… I mean, don’t get me wrong, I desperately want to be able to jerk off right now, but I also want to wait until we’re married. And I like the fact that it both removes the chance of me giving into temptation while also being a constant reminder of it.” Peter wrung his hands together as he tried to explain his feelings around the cage, although it was difficult to keep his thoughts straight when Tony’s hands were wiping his ass and cleaning the worst of the stickiness from the cage itself. “I’d maybe not go for it all the time, but I like the idea of it for longer denial periods like this. Even if I only wear it while we’re actually having sex, or for a couple of hours a day, like you said.”

“I think that sounds perfect. I’m glad you like it. Why don’t we give it a while for you to calm down and then we can get it taken off for the day and you can have a wash? We can always try it for a bit longer tomorrow if you’d like.”

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The whole day had felt like a dream.

Peter had been waiting for it for so long, that when the big day finally arrived, he found himself floating through the process.

He’d stayed in the penthouse the night before with May, Ned, and MJ taking the spare rooms while Tony had stayed the night with Rhodey and Happy. It was maybe a silly tradition but one they were going to take seriously. Peter didn’t see Tony until he was walking arm in arm with May down the long aisle, and his dominant was waiting at the end for him.

The ceremony itself had been a blur.

They’d repeated words that had been asked of them, exchanged rings and were finally allowed to kiss – much to the cheers of their guests – before they were walking back up the aisle as husband and husband, and being whisked away for photos while guests enjoyed the canapes. After that they’d had a short amount of time to mingle before they were being seated for toasts and dinner, followed with more photos in the dusk lighting and then the first dance. Once that was done, they barely saw each other for the following few hours as once each song finished, another guest would be waiting for their chance for a dance.

Despite knowing it was finally the day he’d be allowed to orgasm after three weeks; it was easy to ignore when he was being swept up in the festivities. Tony finally made it back to his side with just over half an hour left with the band, pulling him in close at the edge of the dancefloor for a slow sway.

“Mr. Stark, have I told you that you look ravishing tonight?” Tony asked, leaning in close and pressing a gentle kiss just below his ear.

“You may have mentioned it, but don’t let me stop you from telling me again,” Peter smirked, pressing a kiss to Tony’s neck.

“Do you know what would make you look even better, though?”

“What’s that?”

Tony dropped one of his hands to fumble for something in his suit jacket and moved it into to Peter’s trouser pocket.

“If you go pop that on and wear it during our last dance of the night.” Tony pulled back to eye Peter as he spoke, and Peter could feel the flush colouring his face at the familiar shape of the item.

“N–now?” he stammered.

“Why not?” Tony asked, nonchalantly. “Colour?”

Biting his lip, Peter glanced around the packed dancefloor before nodding. “Green.”

“Okay. C’mon, I’ll even accompany you to make sure we don’t get separated again. I’m done dancing with others; the rest of the night is all about us.”

After instructing Tony to keep guard outside the cubicle, he got the cage on – something he’d become quite good at over the past few days. Locking it up, he fixed his suit and handed Tony the key before washing his hands. He wasn’t surprised when Tony stood behind him and cupped his crotch, his thumb rubbing over the cage, as Peter dried his hands with a paper towel. Throwing the paper in the bin, he raised an eyebrow at Tony in the mirror.

“If you’re done feeling me up Mr. Stark, I believe you promised me a dance?”

Grinning, Tony grabbed one of Peter’s hands and spun him round before pulling him in for a heated kiss. The type of kiss that automatically had his cock twitching in its cage and causing his breath to quicken.

When Tony finally pulled back, they were both panting with swollen lips.

“C’mon, sweetheart. We don’t want to miss the last dance.”

Rolling his eyes, Peter happily let his dominant – his husband – lead him back out onto the dance floor and they danced together amongst the crowd, lost in their own world. Even once the music ended Peter stayed wrapped in the comfort of Tony’s arms while those around them applauded the band. They were pulled out of the bubble by well-wishers bidding them a goodnight. Peter was glad when Tony took the initiative to start guiding them out. Waving to the guests, while Tony kept a possessive hand on the small of his back, they weaved their way through the crowd and quickly made their way to the honeymoon suite.

Before he knew it, Peter’s back was being pressed against the suite door as Tony fumbled with one hand to double lock the door while his other hand began untucking Peter’s shirt, their lips pressed together the entire time.

“Please,” Peter whined into Tony’s mouth, once his other hand had moved from the door to begin caressing his caged cock. “No more teasing.”

“I suppose I did promise.” Tony pulled back with a smirk. “C’mon, let’s take this to the bed.”

Without losing contact, they somehow made it from the entranceway into the bedroom of the suite, both losing their shirts during the journey. Peter’s hands were already undoing Tony’s belt when the back of his legs hit the mattress and Tony gently pushed him backwards until he was forced to sit. He couldn’t contain the needy whine that escaped him when Tony knelt in front of him between his spread legs. His dominants hands made quick work of Peter’s belt and trouser buttons before tapping Peter’s thigh to encourage him to lift up so he could pull his trousers and boxers off in one go. Rather unfairly Peter thought, Tony’s trousers were still on despite his belt being unfastened. Where Tony was still half-dressed, Peter was left in nothing but his collar, his cock cage and his wedding ring.

His caged cock gave a valiant attempt at hardening as Tony licked his lips while watching him, his calloused hands running up and down his thighs.

“I can’t believe you’re my husband, Pete,” Tony sighed, almost reverently, placing a gentle kiss to his inner thigh. “I know you’ve been waiting for your orgasm, but do you think you could wait just a tiny bit longer?”

Peter bit his lip to hold in his whine. His cock was already straining in its cage, and he didn’t think his balls had ever been this heavy before.

“H–how much longer?” he whispered.

“Until your husband is ready to claim you from the inside?”

Peter didn’t even try to suppress his groan that time, a drip of precum falling from the cage onto the bed covers.

“Think you can wait for me to remove this,” Tony placed his hand over the cage, his thumb rubbing along his slit through the opening, causing his hips to thrust in time with the movement as he continued, “until I’m inside of you? Keep you all locked up while I prep you?”

“Yeah,” he moaned. “I… I can wait.”

“Good boy.”

Peter melted back onto the bed with a gentle press of Tony’s palm to his chest and pliantly moved as he was directed. Once he was on his knees with his chest pressed down onto the mattress, he let the sensations take him over.

After such a full-on day, it was nice to lie back and let Tony take the lead. To simply go with the ebb and flow, the push-pull of Tony’s fingers as they slid in and out of him. The way he’d lick at the tip of the cage to catch his precum before going back to sucking on his balls just to create more for him to taste.

He knows without a doubt, that if he wasn’t wearing the cage he’d have already had at least one orgasm. Especially when Tony cupped him with his left hand, and he could feel the coolness of the wedding ring against his heated body.

Time lost all meaning as Peter panted into the covers. It could have been five minutes or fifty minutes when Tony finally withdrew his fingers and patted his hip to get him to lie on his back. Tony slowly removed his own trousers and underwear until he was standing in nothing but his wedding ring and the cage key around his neck.

The coolness of the key tickled his chest as Tony lent over him to press a filthy kiss to his mouth. Peter’s hands moved to claw at Tony’s back as he urged him closer. His hole feeling empty after all the prepping. Once they were both panting, Tony pulled back and quickly smothered lube on his cock before slowly entering him. Twin moans of pleasure escaped them as he settled in, both taking a moment to adjust.

Tony planted another soft kiss to his lips before standing back up, his cock still buried deep inside of Peter. His toes curled in anticipation as he watched Tony slowly taking the key from around his neck and unlocking the cage. Given his current arousal it took a little wiggling, but Tony managed to get it off. Peter’s hard cock rested heavily on his stomach as it was finally freed, his hands clenched at his sides to prevent him from stroking it, like he desperately wanted to do.

“Being so good for me, Pete. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

With his cock finally freed, Tony started to move his hips. Not hard and fast like he often did, but slow and loving. Still hitting the right spots but at a pace that allowed his hands to travel over Peter’s body and press kisses all over his face. Peter’s own hands traced over Tony’s shoulders and arms, across his chest, before working their way back up again. Occasionally dipping down to feel his strong thigh muscles working as he thrust in and out of him.

His cock was getting delicious friction between their bodies as Tony was lent over him, both of their stomachs becoming slick with precum. Moans were escaping his lips as he pressed kisses into any part of Tony he could reach.

Tears pricked at his eyes with the sheer force of emotions he was experiencing. The all-encompassing love that was surrounding the pair was impossible to miss. It was not their first time together by a long shot, but it was their first time as husband and husband. Not just as dominant and submissive. Not even as boyfriends or fiancés. But as husbands. The fact that Tony was taking it so slow, making it so affectionate meant more than Peter could ever put into words. It was the start of the next chapter of their lives together and it was something he’d cherish and remember forever.

Tony pulled back with a look of concern after kissing Peter’s damp cheek, but Peter kissed him again before he had a chance to ask.

“I just love you so much,” Peter whispered, trying to explain himself while pressing another kiss to Tony’s lips. “I’m so lucky to have found you.”

“I’m the lucky one, Pete,” Tony whispered back. “I didn’t think I’d ever get to be with someone as good as you, never mind having the absolute honour of calling them my husband, but you have granted me that wish. I promise to prove my love and devotion to you every day for the rest of my life. You are my everything.”

“You’re just going to make me cry more,” Peter sniffled, dragging a hand across his face to remove his tears. “We can agree to disagree on who is luckier. All that matters is that we love each other. Now, please keep going, I was so close.”

Chuckling, Tony restarted his hips. Keeping a steady pace, but this time one of his hands wrapped around Peter’s cock. The wanton moan that escaped his lips was nothing short of whorish at the sensation, but he couldn’t care less. His abs and balls tightened in anticipation as Tony stroked him in time with his thrusts, his thumb swiping over his slit with just the right amount of pressure.

“Please, please, please,” Peter begged nonsensically as he drew closer to his orgasm.

“Whenever you’re ready, Pete. You can cum for me as soon as you’re ready.”

His hands gripped tightly onto Tony’s shoulders as the rest of his body tightened in anticipation. Tony’s thrusts becoming quicker and harder as they both approached their finishes. His eyes squeezed shut at the onslaught of sensations, he could feel his orgasm just below the surface, just waiting for something–

“C’mon, Pete. Cum for me. Cum for your husband.”

That was all it took. With a shout, his back arched as he came. His release coating them both, as he panted through the waves of pleasure. Tony’s thrusts grew sporadic before the man pressed himself in deep as he finished, grinding against his ass. The high of his long-awaited orgasm left him dizzy with pleasure, forcing him to close his eyes against the overwhelming sensations. Breathing deeply, he focused on the sound of Tony’s breathing and let his mind and body calm down from his high.

He must have zoned out at some point as the next time he opened his eyes, he was lying curled up into his husband’s side, the covers spread across their naked bodies. The clock on the wall was a half hour later than he’d expected it to be.

“You back with me?” Tony asked, his hand continuing to stroke along Peter’s waist.

“Yeah,” he yawned. “Did I fall asleep?”

“Something like that,” Tony murmured, pressing a kiss into his hair. “I think all the emotional and physical feelings where a little much for you.”

“Oh.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s perfectly natural. Do you want to go shower or do you want to sleep some more? We have about eight hours before we’ll be expected to join the others for breakfast.”

“Hmm,” Peter hummed, turning to press a kiss to Tony’s chest. “Sounds like we have time for a second round then, before we get some actual sleep?”

Squeezing his waist, Tony smirked and nodded. “That’s definitely a plan I can get on board with.”