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Peter had no delusions, he knew why his husband had wanted him. He was a male-presenting calico, a little cocklet sat just in front of his cunt, and no tits or uterus to speak of. His calico coloring was prominent in his perky, fluffy ears, and his long, soft tail, his feline features indicating him as a True Submissive, with a zero dominance score and a ten submissive score, with a perfectly sweet submissive scent to match. So he was double rare, really, and he was pretty, so it was no wonder Eugene had offered his aunt a handsome dowry for his hand right out of high school.
But despite his status, he couldn't help but want… more. Someone to love him, at least. Someone who cared.
Peter tiptoed into his husband's office, the bell on his thick, ugly collar jingling, rubbing cruelly against his scent glands. "M-Master?" His ears were flat to his head, and he was nervous.
Eugene turned, looking annoyed. "What?"
"I-- the Stark gala is tomorrow, and I can't find the dress you wanted me to wear, could you-- could you help me, please?" He shrunk in on himself, trembling under the weight of his husband's glare.
Eugene rolled his eyes. "Why the hell would I help you? Go ask one of the maids or something, I've got better things to do."
"Yes master, sorry master." Peter scampered off to the maid's quarters, tail tucked, but excited to see his friend. He peeked into the kitchen, chirping quietly at Natalie.
The redhead smiled and wiped her hands, coming over to scratch behind his ears. "Hey you, finally got permission to come see me?" Eugene didn't like Peter talking to other people, even Natalie, who was a true null, no dominant or submissive traits to speak of, just a calm, neutral scent. He envied her for that, some days.
"Mhm, I lied, I told him I couldn't find my dress and I needed help." He smiled up at her happily, basking in her affection. She'd only worked for them for six months now, but she was much nicer than the last maid.
"Well let's go find it, huh?" She went to the master bedroom with him, and they shuffled things around a bit while Natalie told him about what she'd been up to since they'd last talked. "And my friend Steve nearly broke his leg being stupid, which is just, ugh. " She rolled her eyes.
Peter giggled softly, pulling out Eugene's favorite shoes and setting them beside the dresser neatly. Flats, so as not to highlight the fact that Peter was taller than his husband. "He sounds nice."
She nodded agreeably, hanging the dress at the front so it'd be easily seen. "He's a good man, he just doesn't always think before he acts." She leaned down, kissing his forehead and stroking his ears. "I've got to go back, Peter."
Peter sighed, ears flattening to his head. "Yeah, I know… It was nice talking to you, though. Maybe he'll go somewhere without me soon and we can talk again?"
"I hope so." She squeezed him in her arms one more time, then left, heading back to the kitchen.
Peter sighed and hung Eugene's suit at the front of his side of the closet, setting out his preferred shoes and accessories as well. He tried to be a good submissive, but it was hard when Eugene only paid him any attention when they were fucking or he was showing Peter off.
Speaking of the former, Peter got into the shower, ignoring the awfulness of it all to scrub himself down, making sure to wash between his legs thoroughly before drying off and crawling into bed. He wasn't allowed to groom himself with his tongue, either, Eugene said it was gross, and refused to do any kind of scenting at all. He cuddled up under the covers and waited, and sure enough, Eugene stalked in, pulling back the covers and pushing Peter onto his back. "Open your legs, slut."
Peter's legs dropped open due to learned obedience, because despite how he presented himself to the public, his husband was not a strong enough dom for Peter. Biologically, they were incompatible on that level, but all Eugene cared about was his cunt and occasionally his mouth, so that didn't really matter. Peter held his thighs, trying not to wriggle as his tail was kinked under him.
Eugene just lined up and began to push, ignoring foreplay entirely. It took a while for Peter's cunt to recognize the intrusion and slicken up, but he'd learned to school his expression years ago. A few minutes of rutting later and Eugene came, pulling out slowly to watch his spend drip out of Peter. "And what do you say, slut?"
"Thank you, master," Peter demurred, waiting until he was told he was allowed to get up and clean himself up. He returned to bed and curled up under the covers, cunt throbbing, and made himself go to sleep. Surely things would look better in the morning.
~~~
Peter tried not to stumble after his husband as Eugene yanked on his leash. "Come on, Peter, hurry up."
"Sorry master." Peter had a massive plug in his ass and another in his cunt, and the leash attached to his collar was too short for him to walk comfortably behind his husband.
"Do you know how difficult it was for my father to get us an invite here? Don't screw this up for me." Eugene plastered on a sickening smile as they reached the door, the bouncer there looking very tall and very scary in Peter's eyes, smelling very dominant. "Flash Thompson plus one," Eugene said.
The scary man looked over the last, then nodded, opening the door for them. "Welcome to the gala."
Eugene dragged Peter along after him, beelining directly towards the center, where a bunch of beautiful people had their beautiful subs by their sides. Only one or two were feline subs, and none of their patterns were as pretty as Peter's, so he held his head a little higher, trying very hard not to embarrass his husband. Eugene laughed along with something they hadn't heard, just barely worming his way into the inner circle. "Oh I know! "
All eyes were on them. Peter shrunk, hiding behind his husband, trying to play it as bashful instead of pure nerves. A tall man with a goatee looked Eugene up and down, one brow raised. Peter couldn't help but notice that he didn't have a sub at his side, and a quick sniff confirmed that he didn't have one at all. "I'm sorry, who are you again?" He asked Eugene.
"Flash Thompson, it's good to meet you, Mr. Stark. I believe you know my father, Harrison, and my mother Rose?" He held out a hand, oozing false bravado and unearned confidence.
Tony Stark - Peter remembered who he was now, he was Peter's hero as a child - shook Eugene's hand, an amused look on his face. "Ah, yes, of course, nice to meet you too. And I see you brought a friend?"
Eugene barely managed to hide his disdain. "My husband, Peter." He yanked on the leash, causing Peter to chirp and stumble forward. "He's a male calico."
Tony looked Peter over appreciatively. "I see. I've never met one before, you're exceedingly rare, Peter, and very pretty."
Peter blushed thoroughly. "Th-thank you, sir."
Eugene interrupted, jerking Peter's leash again, a physical reminder to behave. Peter ducked his head and cast his eyes down to the floor obediently, content to listen silently for the rest of the evening, not wanting to anger his husband.
~~~
Tony paced the penthouse after the gala, shaking his head. "No, I need him, I need Peter to be mine, I've never felt like this before."
Steve frowned, scritching behind Bucky's jet black ears. "Tony, you can't just take him, that's not right."
Natasha sighed and stood, resting a hand on Tony's shoulder. "He's miserable there, Tony, it breaks my heart. If you promise to do right by him, I'll help you."
Bucky butted into Steve's hand, half asleep. "Why don't you just go and ask him what he wants?"
Tony looked at Bucky and nodded. "Yeah, good idea… I'll have Pepper set up a fake meeting with the husband, and I'll go ask Peter what he wants to do, I couldn't scent the claim through that horrible collar."
Natasha nodded approvingly. "I've gotta get back, I know I got all the intel from his office but I want to stick around to see this through."
They all broke for bedtime, and Tony spent two hours adding things for Peter to his shopping cart. He glanced at the other side of his bed, imagining what Peter would look like there beside him, then shook his head. He wouldn't buy anything until he was sure.
Well, maybe just one thing.
~~~
Peter sniffled, rubbing at the bruise on his arm where Eugene had left it. After they'd gotten home after the gala, he'd squeezed Peter's arm in an iron grip, screaming in his face, blaming Peter for the fact that Tony Stark hardly paid him a moment's attention. Then he'd thrown Peter down and fucked him, rougher than ever, and kicked Peter out of bed, making the boy curl up on the dog bed in the corner of the room. Thankfully, Eugene was out of the house, so he could sit with Natalie and let her fuss over him. Right now, he was sitting on an ice pack and eating a bowl of ice cream.
There was a knock at the door, and Peter straightened up. "Shoot, I'll go get it." He stood up, stretching his arms above his head until his back cracked, then walking all the way to the front of the house. The ache between his legs was gone, thankfully, but the memory of the pain remained. He opened the door, eyes going wide at the sight in front of him. "M-Mr. Stark?"
Tony grinned. "Hi pretty boy. Is your husband home?"
Peter shook his head, shrinking slightly. "N-no, I'm sorry."
"Good, I wanted to talk to you anyways. Can I come in?"
Peter nodded and stepped aside, shutting the door behind the billionaire. "Can I get you anything to drink…?"
"No baby, it's alright, I just wanna talk to you for a minute. Could we sit down?" He followed Peter to the sitting room, eyes glued to him.
Peter tried not to squirm under the scrutiny. "Mr. Stark--"
"I want to challenge your dom for you, Peter, but before I do that, I wanted to know how you felt about it." The man's dominant scent was strong, and Peter tried not to swoon.
"You… you want me? " Peter wrung his tail between his hands nervously. "Cuz I'm rare?"
"That's part of it, I'll admit, but… Peter, I watched you all night, you're such a sweet boy, and I want to take care of you properly. When's the last time someone took you down?"
Peter shook his head miserably. "Never." He'd heard about subspace, of course, but Eugene wasn't a strong enough dom, he couldn't trigger that in Peter, nor would he probably want to.
Tony cooed sympathetically, threading his fingers through Peter's hair and scritching behind his ears. "Oh you poor baby, you must be so backed up and miserable." He stopped, eyes landing on the bruise. "Peter, did he hurt you?"
Peter pulled up his sleeve so Tony could see it. "He said it was my fault that you ignored him all night…"
"I ignored him because he's an idiot who doesn't know how to take care of someone as precious as you." He gently tilted Peter's chin up, leaning in and kissing him gently. "Sweet boy, let me take you away from here."
Peter nodded, basking in Tony's strong, dominant aura, scent and presence almost overwhelming. "Yes, please, I think-- I think I'd like to be yours."
Tony pulled Peter into his lap, kissing him thoroughly, and Peter melted into it. He'd never been kissed like this before, he didn't know what to do with his hands. Thankfully, Tony grabbed them, placing them on his shoulders and returning his own hands to Peter's waist. " God , you're a sweet little thing, even your kisses taste sweet."
Peter let out a broken little purr, embarrassed at the disused sound of it. "I'm sorry--"
"Don't be sorry, baby, just keep going, gotta warm yourself back up." Tony kissed down his jaw to his throat, snapping the collar open with ease and discarding it. He sucked a lovely little bruise into Peter's scent glands, licking them until they puffed up to accept the claim of his saliva.
Peter mewled, clutching needily at Tony's shoulders. "P-please, I'm-- I'm getting wet, oh god," he whined.
Tony slipped his hand into Peter's shorts, pressing two fingers into his cunt, palm cupping his cocklet. "Oh sweetheart, you're soaked for me, aren't you?"
Peter nodded, grinding desperately against Tony's fingers. "P-please, please, I-- what should I call you?"
Tony hmmed contemplatively, rubbing his fingers against Peter's inner walls. "You can call me Tony, or Sir, or both. Whatever you want, yeah?"
"Yessir, yessir, please don't stop, don't stop," he gasped sweetly, cocklet throbbing as his cunt soaked through his shorts.
"Where's your bedroom, angel?" Tony stood, lifting Peter effortlessly and walking them there. He laid Peter back on the big bed, withdrawing his fingers and sticking them into his mouth. He groaned at the taste, eyes dark with want, and he stripped them both eagerly. "So pretty, such a good boy for me."
Peter gasped softly as that phrase clicked in his brain, and he began his first ever descent into subspace. Tony's strong dominant pheromones wafted through the room, taking root under Peter's skin and claiming him. He spread his legs wide, inviting his dom between them, tail flicking with want. "Please, Tony?"
Tony blanketed himself over the boy, kissing him hard. He slipped a hand under Peter, smoothing his tail out carefully. "What do you want, my love?"
Peter blushed prettily. "Y-your cock, please?"
"So sweet," Tony praised, "so good for me." He rubbed his cock against Peter's slit, gathering the wetness there before notching the head against Peter and pressing in, slow and careful.
Peter wrapped his legs around Tony, eyes rolling back in his head, struck dumb with pleasure. His body was ready for Tony, wet and open, accommodating his significant girth with ease. When their hips met, Peter clung to the dom, full and pleased. "Yes, yes, yes ," he breathed, clutching Tony's shoulders.
The dom groaned lowly, kissing and nipping at Peter's pale throat. "That's my good boy, took me so perfectly, like you were made for me, sweetness."
Peter melted at the praise, floating in subspace, safe and happy and feeling so good. He was a good boy, he was doing good, he was wanted . He rocked his hips, squeezing around Tony's cock, purring happily when the dom moaned. "I was, I was made for you, I'm yours," he murmured sweetly.
Tony kissed Peter again, rocking his hips to make the boy gasp. "You're gonna drive me crazy, baby, feel so good for me." He drew back a bit, driving back in forcefully, repeating the motion again and again, skipping a hand between them to stroke Peter's pretty little cock. Peter came with a startled cry, spraying thin, watery semen from his cocklet, cunt gushing around Tony's cock.
"Oh god!" Peter shook through his orgasm, whiting out at the sheer force of it. It had never felt that good before, even when he'd done it on his own, and he needed Tony to know that, but he was too deep in subspace to find the proper words.
"That's my good boy, huh? Think you can do that for me again?" Tony pulled back further, angling his hips up so that with every thrust, he'd rub against Peter's sweet spot. He rolled his hips every time he pressed in, making Peter shiver and twitch through the overstimulation. He kept a sharp eye out so as not to overwhelm his baby bit, but he wanted to wreck Peter in the best possible way.
"Yes, please, please Tony, I need it, I need you," he mewled wantonly.
"You have me, baby, I'm yours." Tony drove into Peter's willing, pliant body, again and again, wringing two more orgasms from his baby boy before he even considered his own. He growled playfully, fucking into Peter slow and steady. "So perfect, sweetheart, you're so amazing for me. Can I have one more from you, just one more?"
Peter nodded, panting sweetly, legs still locked tight around Tony. "Yes, anything, anything you want, Tony."
Tony grinned sweetly, tilting Peter's face up for another warm kiss. He heard the door open, and he glanced up, smirking wickedly at Flash in the doorway, gaping at them like a fish out of water. Peter was too preoccupied to notice, so Tony decided to put on a show. He hiked Peter's legs up further, clutching his hair and driving into his cunt with a wet, sloppy noise, showing off just how good he'd made the gorgeous boy feel. "I wanna feel you come for me again, baby, give me one more."
Peter wailed as he came, clenching up so hard around Tony that he could hardly breathe. Tony drove in once more, coming explosively, painting Peter's tender inner walls with his release. Peter mewled at the feeling, purring happily and pulling Tony down into a kiss.
Tony glanced up at Flash, running his fingers affectionately through Peter's hair. "Sweetheart, how do you feel?" Peter just purred louder, clinging to Tony needily. Tony gave a soft, sweet laugh, kissing him tenderly. "Pretty little thing, you're still all floaty huh?"
Flash swallowed hard, tried to speak, then swallowed again. "Wh--... What do you think you're doing here…?"
"I was going to challenge you for your sub, but it doesn't look like it'll be necessary, I couldn't smell a claim on him at all." Tony dragged his tongue over Peter's throat, over his glands, leaving behind even more dominant pheromones. "I'll have the paperwork sent to your office."
"I-- you can't just take him! Peter!" Flash snapped his fingers. "Come here!"
Peter ignored him entirely, just purring and rubbing himself against Tony, so anyone who smelled him would know he had a sub, and he chirped happily when he felt Tony smelled enough like him.
Tony smirked, kissing his sweet boy and stroking his cheek. "My sweet, beautiful angel, do you want me to take you home?"
Peter nodded, wrapping his arms around Tony's shoulders and purring even louder. Tony pulled out gently, dressing and wrapping Peter in a blanket. "Is there anything you need to bring?"
Natasha knocked, poking her head in. "I packed all of his things before you got here, and the car's ready and waiting."
"Perfect." Tony carried Peter out of the room and directly into the car, keeping his boy in his arms until they were safely ensconced in Tony's bedroom. He started to run a bath, kissing Peter when he whined. "I know, I'm sorry, we've gotta clean up though."
Peter peeked at the tub anxiously. "Will you do it with me?"
"Course I will, honey." Tony stripped them both and lowered them into the water, kissing Peter soothingly. "See, not so bad?"
Peter relaxed when the water turned off, tucking his head under Tony's chin. "It's okay when the water is off, I don't like the noise."
Tony nodded, making a mental note to see about silent faucets to fill the tub. "Can I wash you?"
Peter nodded. "If-- if you want to, of course."
Tony cupped Peter's face gently, meeting his eye. "Sweetheart, what you want matters here too. You're my submissive, and that means it's my job to take care of you, make you happy. You never have to do anything you don't want to do for me."
"Really?" Peter's eyes were wide and confused. "But… I belong to you, I'm your submissive, I'm meant to serve you."
Tony shook his head, frowning. "No, baby, that's not right. You're a treasure, a gift , and so I serve you , if anything. I want to make you so happy, Peter, I want you to be joyful, always."
Peter purred again, nuzzling into Tony's touch so sweetly. It broke Tony's heart a little, just how sweet his boy had remained, even after years of being broken down. "You make me feel happy, Tony."
"I'm so glad, baby boy." Tony kissed him once more, then set to work washing him head to toe. He was careful around Peter's soft ears, not wanting to get water in them, and around Peter's tender cunt, though his boy assured him it was a good kind of sore. Once they were thoroughly clean, Tony toweled them dry and took Peter to bed, pulling a small box from his bedside table.
Peter's eyes widened. "Is that…?"
"Only if you want it." Tony opened the box, showing Peter the thin, designer collar. It sparkled with jewels, simple and elegant, a beautiful silver that would compliment Peter wonderfully. There was a small ring in the back where a leash could attach, but nothing like the big, brutish thing that Eugene had had him in. A symbolic collar, rather than a functional one. "I ordered it after I saw you last night. I-- it's got a tracker in it, and a bit of tech that can alert me if you're in distress and send footage and audio so I know what's going on and how I can help you, and nanobots to protect you until I'm there. If you don't want a collar, though, I can have it made into a bracelet, or you don't have to wear it at all, I just want you to be safe when I'm not there."
Tears welled up in Peter's eyes, and he reached out to touch the necklace gently. "I'm allowed to go outside…?"
Tony heart shattered for his boy. "Peter, of course you can go outside, you can go anywhere you want. You're your own person, I don't control you. I mean, fuck, you don't even have to stay with me if you don't want to."
Peter shook his head vehemently. "No, no I wanna to, I want you, I just-- I'm overwhelmed. I haven't had this much freedom since I was a kid." He looked up at Tony. "Will you put it on me?"
Tony nodded and lifted the delicate jewelry out of the box fastening it around Peter's neck and centering it. "There we go, you're just gorgeous."
Peter wriggled into Tony's lap and hugged him tightly, sniffling. "Thank you…"
"Anything for you, Peter, anything at all. Whatever you want, it's yours." Tony held him tight and kissed his temple, clinging to his boy as if to shield him from the very world.
"Can I call my aunt…?" Peter wiped his eyes, peering up at Tony as if waiting for a reprimand.
"Of course you can." He handed Peter his phone. "Use mine for now, Jarvis, could you get one up here for him to have?"
"Certainly, sir." Peter flinched at the overhead voice.
"Sorry baby, that's just Jarvis, my AI. He runs the tower we're in." Tony stroked Peter's hair adoringly, trying to soothe him.
"Oh, okay… I hope she didn't change her number…" He dialed all ten digits slowly, then pressed the phone to his ear.
After three rings, a familiar voice answered. "Hello?"
Peter nearly sobbed. " May ."
She gasped, and he heard something shatter in the background. " Peter, is that you?!"
"It's me, May, it's me, I'm okay, I'm alright."
"Peter it's been five years, where have you been??" There was agony in her voice, sharp with grief.
"Eugene wouldn't let me call you, or leave the house, I'm sorry May." Peter clung to Tony for support, weeping into his chest.
"D'you want to invite her over?" Tony murmured.
Peter nodded, wiping his eyes. "Will you come over? I'm at--" he paused, looking up at Tony. "Where are we?"
"Avenger's tower, baby."
"I'm at the Avengers tower, do you know where that is?" Peter burrowed closer to Tony, relaxing when a big hand was placed comfortingly on the back of his neck.
"I-- yeah, honey, I know where that is. I'll be there as quick as I can, okay?" He heard May scrambling around, looking for her keys.
"Okay, I'll see you soon, drive safe please, I love you."
"Love you too, honey, I'll see you soon." She made kissy noises into the phone before hanging up, making Peter smile.
"Baby, d'you know who I am, exactly?" Tony squeezed the back of Peter's neck, making his boy melt.
"Umm, you're Tony Stark, owner of Stark Industries? I used to know more, I was obsessed with you when I was a kid, you were my hero. I wanted to be just like you." Peter peered up at him trustingly.
"So you don't know who Iron Man is?" Tony's brows raised when Peter shook his head. "What about Captain America?"
Peter squinted thoughtfully. "He's the guy from World War Two that was in a bunch of comic books, right?"
"Oh baby, he didn't let you do anything, did he?"
Peter shook his head. "No phone, no internet, no TV, no going outside unless it was for a business thing where he could parade me around half naked. I was allowed to read and draw, and if he wasn't home I could talk to the maids. I hope Natalie's doing okay."
"Let's get dressed, I want you to meet my friends before your aunt gets here so you won't be too overwhelmed." Tony lent Peter a few of his own clothes, smiling when Peter laughed at Tony's clumsy attempt at cutting a tail hole into some sweats.
Peter tucked himself against Tony's side and let himself be led until an elevator and out into an enormous living room. "This place is huge!"
"It's your home now, if you want it to be." Tony led him over to the group of people on the couches. "Everyone, meet Peter. Peter, these are all my friends, I think you know Natasha."
Peter looked over, gasping softly. "Natalie?"
She smiled at him warmly, leaning to take his hand. "Sorry, Peter, that babe was fake. I went undercover to work at your house because we were concerned that your husband's business was a money laundering front, and I needed access to his computer."
"Oh it absolutely is, did you get the second computer in the bedroom?"
Natasha blinked, then swore in Russian. "Fuck it, I'll deal with that later. I just need you to know that our friendship was real, okay?"
Peter nodded, leaning down to hug her. "I understand, and I'll tell you whatever you wanna know. They all thought I was an idiot, so they said way too much in front of me, plus I've got a photographic memory so I can recreate everything I saw."
She grinned, pinching his cheek. "You'd be a good secret agent."
Tony smiled at them warmly. "From left to right, everyone else is Steve, Bucky, Clint, Bruce, Rhodey, Pepper, Thor, Sam, and Wanda."
Peter tucked himself back against Tony's side, shy at the sheer amount of people in the room. "Hi…"
Bucky and Wanda both perked up at the sight of him, ears and tails flicking. The others regarded him with less obvious staring. Tony kissed the top of Peter's head. "Now, Peter here has never heard of the Avengers, he's been completely isolated, so I'm asking you guys not to do your weird woo woos and freak him out."
Bucky raised his left hand, which was entirely made of metal. "How the fuck do you suggest I hide this?"
Peter froze, waiting for his dom to reprimand him, but the blonde man at his side just laughed and wrapped an arm around him. "I think he just means to take it easy on the kid, sweetheart."
"His aunt is coming to visit and I just figured it'd be easier to explain everything all at once, that's all." He led Peter to a free couch and sat. Peter clambered into his lap, burrowing close, seeking comfort.
"Could I just get a quick rundown of anything relevant…?" Peter slid a hand up under Tony's shirt, relaxing at the skin on skin contact.
Tony pulled up a hologram in front of them, showing news articles from the battle of New York. "Do you remember this?"
Peter shook his head, eyes wide as saucers. "No, I thought it was just a really long, scary earthquake. I hid in the panic room until it was over and Eugene came back."
"Well, it wasn't an earthquake, it was aliens. Six of us banded together to stop them and save the world. Steve over there is Captain America, Natasha is the Black Widow, Thor is like, actual Thor, god of thunder, Clint is Hawkeye, and Bruce turns into the Hulk when he gets mad." Tony flicked through images of all of them in action.
"What about you?"
"Well, I'm Iron Man. I built this suit, and I fly around in it. Rhodey has one too, he's called War Machine, Sam has these wings that make him the Falcon, Bucky's a super soldier like Steve called the Winter Soldier, and Wanda--" he paused. "Wanda, do you have a superhero name?"
She shook her head. "No, I'm just me."
"And Pepper is a superhero in that she's kept me alive and runs Stark Industries better than I ever did." Tony winked at her, making her smile.
Peter surveyed everyone, noting down their names. "Wow… I feel like I've missed so much…"
"We'll catch you up, sweetheart." Tony let him flick through the holoscreen, proud at how quickly he figured it out.
After a startlingly short amount of time, Jarvis spoke up. "Miss May Parker is here, shall I bring her up?"
"Yes please, J." Tony kissed Peter's cheek. "You excited?"
"Terrified." Peter popped up and stuff in front of the elevator, bouncing anxiously on his toes. As soon as the door opened, an older woman flew out, wrapping her arms around Peter and sobbing. They fell to the ground, clinging to each other and weeping. The rest of the team left to give them privacy, only Tony and Natasha sticking around.
May finally pulled back, looking Peter over with tears in her eyes. "Oh sweetheart , you're so thin! What did he do to you??"
Peter sniffled and wiped her tears with his sleeve. "He wouldn't let me talk to anyone, he lied, May, he was so mean," Peter sobbed.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," she said over and over, hugging him tightly. "This is all my fault, I never should've let you say yes to his proposal."
Peter shook his head. "I was eighteen, it was my choice, and we were so broke, I thought I could take that burden off of you."
"Oh baby that's not your job, you were never a burden, not ever." She hugged him bruisingly tight. "it's gonna be okay now, I went to nursing school, I make more than enough to support us."
"Actually, um… I found a new dom. He saved me." Peter stood, leading May over to Tony. "Aunt May, this is Tony Stark."
May's eyes widened, then her face fell. "Oh, I see… I-- Mr. Stark, I hope you'll still let me see him, he's the only family I have left."
Tony's eyes widened this time as he realized what she was assuming. "Ms. Parker, I've got no intentions of keeping Peter from you. I want him to be with me, yes, but he's free to live his life however he wants. I don't believe in that archaic ownership garbage. Hell, I'll set up an apartment for you to move in here if that's what Peter wants, I just want to make him happy."
May looked him over, nodding slowly. "Alright, good… you'll let him visit?"
"Whenever he wants, as often as he wants. I'd like him to have a bodyguard, just due to who I am, but I won't force him to." Tony took Peter's hand, kissing his knuckles gently. "I'd have saved him from that creep even if he hadn't wanted to be with me, it just would've been more complicated."
"It's true, May, he's a good man." Peter held Tony's hand in both of his, trail wrapping lightly around Tony's leg.
Natasha nodded as well. "I promise you, I've never once let him get away with anything, and I don't intend on that changing." She smiled and reached out a hand. "Natasha Romanoff."
"May Parker." May shook her hand confidently.
"Why don't I order in some dinner and you two can catch up privately?" Tony gave Peter a sweet little kiss. "Is that okay?"
Peter nodded happily, a warm glow about him. "That sounds wonderful, Tony, thank you."
~~~
Tony bit his lip. "Is it too much? I'm told I can be a bit over the top."
Peter spun slowly around the guest room turned walk in closet, filled halfway with everything Peter could ever want to wear. "This is amazing, Tony."
"I wanted to fill the room but Pepper reminded me that you'd probably want to pick out some things of your own." Tony popped open a drawer, showing Peter rows off earrings. "I didn't know what you like, so I got a little of everything."
Peter did a quick search, then opened the lingerie drawer with a grin. "Why don't you go wait on the bed while I dress up to show you just how much I love it?"
Tony nodded and darted out the door, stripping and falling back onto their bed. He'd offered Peter his own room, but Peter had just crawled into Tony's bed and fallen asleep almost immediately.
Peter pulled on the butter soft fabric, twisting and turning in front of the mirror to ensure each piece was in place properly. He stepped into some gold heels that would look gorgeous in the air and walked into the bedroom, leaning against the wall and peeking at Tony through his lashes. "D'you like it, sir?"
Tony groaned brokenly, falling off the bed and into his knees so he could look up at Peter worshipfully. "You're perfect , baby, just perfect for me."
Peter had chosen a deep red set, the bralette perfectly framing his chest, the little red panties leaving nothing to the imagination. The garter belt and stockings topped it all off, and Peter had never felt prettier. "I'm glad you like it, he murmured."
Tony pulled Peter over to the bed, gently pushing him back and spreading his legs. "Has anyone ever licked that pretty cunt, Peter?"
Peter blushed almost as red as his panties. " Lick -- no, nobody's ever-- that's a thing?"
"Mhm, I'm gonna put my mouth right here," he pressed against Peter's slick hole through the convenient open bottom of the panties, "and lick you till you come. Okay?"
"O-okay, yeah, if you-- if you want to."
"I really do, baby." Tony hiked up Peter's legs, pressing kisses into his inner thighs until his boy was trembling. He used his thumbs to gently pull Peter open, admiring the lovely view for a moment before diving in tongue-first, collecting the sweet wetness leaking out and groaning happily at the taste. "You're so sweet , angel, you're gonna kill me."
Peter cried out, clutching Tony's hair. "Oh that-- that feels weird, that feels really weird, but good weird?"
Tony chuckled and ducked back in, lapping at Peter's cunt eagerly, tracing the tip of his tongue along every ridge before pressing back inside. Every few passes, he'd suck Peter's cocklet into his mouth, giving it a good suck before returning to his prize.
Peter's orgasm hit him out of nowhere. He came with a loud cry, gushing all over Tony's face, cocklet squirting valiantly. Tony licked up every drop, grinning lazily to himself. "Delicious. Can I do it again?"
Peter moaned weakly, nodding. Three more explosive orgasms later, he was pushing Tony's face away from his cunt and dragging him up into a kiss. "Are you trying to kill me?"
Tony chuckled softly, shaking his head. "No, sweetheart, I just love the way you taste, and I love making you feel good, which is why we're gonna take a little break before we do anything else. He sat up, reaching for a warm rag he'd thought to prepare before they started.
"Wait, what? No, c'mon, I don't need a break, I want you to fuck me." Peter shivered as Tony dragged the soft cloth across his skin.
"Just a quick interlude so I can clean you up and get you some water." Tony kissed him and got up, plucking two bottles from the mini fridge in the corner. "You just lost a lot of water that we need to replace."
Peter blushed, sipping his drink obediently. "Still want your cock."
"And you'll have it, but I'd be a terrible dom if I let you dehydrate just so I could finish." Tony kissed him sweetly. "Do you want me to take you down again?"
Peter nodded eagerly, climbing into Tony's lap and kissing him eagerly. "Yes please."
"Anything for my baby." In a blink, Tony pinned Peter down to the bed, licking at his scent glands, pumping out as many dominant pheromones as he could.
Peter slipped under easily, spreading his legs and canting his hips up eagerly. He so easily gave Tony the utmost trust, and Tony vowed never to make him regret it.
Tony pressed forward, already on edge from having had his face between Peter's legs for so long. He rocked slowly into Peter, drawing out the initial stretch, gasping softly when his boy took all of him without any issue. "Feel so good, Peter, so good, my good boy, my sweet, perfect boy."
Peter purred loudly, drinking in the praise. His legs were wrapped tightly around Tony's waist, and his eyes were glazed with pleasure. He let out the sweetest little gasp when Tony withdrew, and a pretty little " ah " with every thrust back in.
"God, Peter, I won't last, I'm already close, baby, gonna come in that pretty cunt, gonna fill you right up." Tony latched onto Peter's neck with his teeth, worrying a bruise into the delicate skin there and fucking him desperately, hips jerking and stuttering.
Peter's little teeth latching onto Tony's skin is what sent him over. He slammed deep into Peter, rolling his hips in a dirty grind as he came hard, grinning when Peter twitched and followed along after. They collapsed onto the bed and snuggled close, Tony kissing him warmly. "Sweet thing, just rest, I've got you."
Peter sighed and fell asleep, warm and content in his lover's arms.
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Peter's tail flicked curiously as he watched the team get ready for the gala. He was wearing a floor length silver gown with a tasteful leg slit that accentuated his curves, a pair of strappy heels, and he'd been bedecked in as many jewels as Tony could drape on him. His collar had a whisper-thin leash attached made from a glittering chain, more for aesthetics than anything. His hair was perfectly groomed, his fur glossy and perfect, and he felt gorgeous .
Tony swept over, pulling him into a sweet kiss. "Ready to go, my love?"
"Ready." Peter stood and let Tony lead him down to the first floor of the tower where the party was being held.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, cameras were flashing like crazy. The vestibule was the only place the paparazzi were allowed, and Tony had made sure to prepare his lover for the onslaught. They made their way into the ballroom quickly, and Tony kept an arm securely around Peter at all times. They ended up towards the middle of the room, in a semi-circle with the other Avengers, and still, Tony didn't let Peter go.
Peter gave a quiet little chirp, nosing closer to Tony and smiling up at him sweetly. Tony just grinned and thumbed his cheek. "Sweet boy, do you want a drink?"
"Yes please." Peter accepted the champagne glass Tony handed him, sipping it daintily. He stayed tucked into his dom's side, quiet by choice rather than by force. He mostly talked to Tony in between the assortment of people who came up to kiss his ass.
When Eugene and his parents worked their way in, though, Peter perked right up. Tony had invited them, with his blessing, and he delighted to see the pissed off expression on his ex-husband's face. Tony put on a smug grin, tilting Peter's face up for a kiss before acknowledging them. "Ahh, the Thompsons, hello again."
"Mr. Stark," Harrison gritted out, "Is this humiliation really necessary?"
"What do you mean? I'm just here enjoying my party with my gorgeous fiance, I don't see how that's any problem of yours." Tony stroked between Peter's ears, making the boy purr happily. "Isn't he just the sweetest?"
"He was my son's , now you're parading him around and letting everyone know that Eugene was too weak a dom to hold their claim!"
Eugene scowled darkly at Peter. "He's used goods is what he is, useless. "
Tony paused in his petting, turning to the Thompsons with a dangerous look in his eye. "I'm sorry, would you like to disrespect my fiance again?"
Rose grabbed Eugene's arm, her own ears flat to her head. "Eugene--"
Harrison yanked hard on her leash, forcing her to step back. " Remember your place ," he hissed.
"That's enough of that." Tony waved a hand, and two guards came over to escort the family out. "You're banned from Stark owned property indefinitely, send you can forget trying to do business in this town."
Eugene yanked at the guard's immovable hold, pleading, "Peter, c'mon, please! It wasn't all bad, right?!"
Peter just smirked. "What do you say, slut?"
"P-please! Please, Peter, come on--"
"I don't forgive you." Peter stated, turning away and shaking his head as the guards dragged the family out of the building. Tony hugged him close, ushering him to a small conference room off to one side. "Are you alright, sweetheart? That was a lot."
Peter just smiled, happy tears in his eyes. "I'm free, Tony. You set me free."