highlander_ii

Peter came back from his nightly patrolling pretty haggard and rough. His suit was torn in several places. There were cuts and abrasions from head-to-toe. And was his hair matted with blood?

"Come here," Tony said, gently placing his hands on Peter's face to lean in for a brief kiss.

Peter gave it, but tried to shrug him off. "I need a shower. I feel like crap."

"How about you get cleaned up, then meet me for some relaxation?"

"You mean...?"

"Unless you'd rather go to bed. But I thought a little time in the play room would help."

"It would, actually. Thank you." Peter stretched up to kiss Tony. "I'll get cleaned up and join you soon, sir."

Tony prepared the play room for what he had planned. He was double checking the restraints as Peter made his way in. Peter approached, dropped his robe over its usual chair, then knelt on the floor, indicating he was ready to begin.

"FRIDAY, Bondage Protocol One."

The door slid closed and the lock engaged to ensure privacy; the temperature controls adjusted the ambient room temperature. The lights shifted, dimming a little to Peter's preferred comfort level.

Tony knelt to one knee in front of Peter and fastened the shiny red and gold collar around his neck. He slid a finger along Peter's jaw and nudged his chin up. "Beautiful." He tipped his head toward the cross-frame he wanted to use. "Unless you'd rather lay down?" This was meant as a more relaxing scene, after all; he wanted Peter to be comfortable.

"The cross is fine, sir," Peter responded and rolled to his feet.

Tony strapped Peter into the frame with easy, controlled movements. He checked that he was secure and steady before he stepped away to gather his toys.

"Anything you want me to skip?" Tony asked waving at the cart he'd rolled over.

Peter glanced at the assortment and rocked his head in a negative. "No, sir. But, can I ask what you're planning?"

"Of course." Tony trailed a finger along a bruise that had formed on Peter's arm, likely during the man's patrol. "Lots of teasing. Lots of release - eventually. Nothing too rough. Is that okay?"

Now Peter nodded. "Yes. Thank you."

"If you're in any pain anywhere now, let me know."

"Nowhere, sir. Not anything bothersome. Mostly, I just need to get out of my head."

Tony stepped up close. Near enough for Peter to feel his body heat, but not quite touching. "I can help with that," he whispered, soft and wanting against Peter's lips before pressing a quick kiss there.

He began by smoothing his hands along nearly every exposed inch of Peter's skin. He knew Peter was sensitive to touch. And that he loved the feel of Tony's calloused hands on his skin. The roughness from all of the work he'd done over the years. Peter had mentioned it several times, so Tony made sure to incorporate it often.

"Ready?" He asked.

"Am I allowed to talk, sir?" Peter asked.

"Do you want to talk?" Sometimes Peter wanted him to command that he stay silent.

Peter nodded. "Please? It'll help."

"Then you may talk." Which was more a lack of restriction. He knew Peter wouldn't say much, but stifling his speech would mean Peter's focus was there and not on enjoying what Tony was doing. And he wanted Peter to feel and relax.

"Thank you, sir," Peter said with a soft sigh and let his body relax just a little more.

Tony watched him. Watched him visibly let go and lean into the cross frame, letting the bonds do the work of holding him up. Bonds he was particularly proud of constructing. They came from a semi-failed Hulk experiment that turned out to work beautifully for Spider-Man. He'd made a few adjustments for comfort and safety, then added them to the collection of play room items. These were much more effective than ropes and chains - both of which they liked, but Peter had to concentrate to use those, where he didn't for Tony's specialized cuffs.

"Oh - ready, sir," Peter added.

Tony rolled his stool over and took a seat. "You gonna watch me?" He purred, glancing up at Peter's face. He waited for eye contact before he drizzled lube onto Peter's cock. Gently, he curled his fingers around the head, then let his hand slide slowly, so very slowly, down the full length. Peter pressed his hips forward. Tony grinned wickedly. He was just getting started.

"I know. We'll get there," he soothed, hand sliding back toward the head. "Do you want me to talk to you or just work?"

"Um," Peter panted softly. "You don't h-have to talk. But I'm okay if you do."

Tony nodded. That was Peter speak for 'talk to me a little bit' while you're working. Peter's mind tended to run a mile-a-minute if he was in that space between relaxed and engaged. So Tony tried to give him just enough to be enough to not get lost. "Now, I want you to come for me real soon. Then I'm going to tease you for a bit. Okay?"

Peter nodded, sinking his teeth into his lip.

"Good." Tony stroked Peter, slowly, but not so slow that it was all tease. That would come later. This was just fast enough to push Peter over the edge like Tony wanted. Then he gave Peter a few minutes to come down and recover.

"That was nice, sir. Thank you," Peter whispered.

"You're welcome. Just a few minutes and we'll get started again." In the meantime, Tony looked over Peter for any cuts or bruises that might be worse than initially thought. He trusted Peter to take care of himself, but he also knew Peter was like him - he'd work through pain and ignore if if he could get away with it.

This gentle exploration served as both an inspection and a comfort. The peace-of-mind Tony got from it was a bonus. Finishing his examination, he pressed a kiss to Peter's throat. "Ready?"

Peter nodded. "Yes, sir."

Back on his stool, Tony refreshed the lube, and began slowly stroking Peter. Long, smooth passes from root to tip. Over and over. First getting Peter nice and hard. Then working him up toward the very edge of his orgasm. Slowly. So very slowly.

When he felt Peter was getting there too quickly, Tony would ease back. "Very good," he said. "Wait it out. I need you to wait."

As expected, Peter wasn't particularly verbal. Tony didn't need him to be. He only needed him to relax. And he definitely seemed to be doing that very well. With his hips pressing forward and his back arching, it may not have looked relaxed in the traditional sense, but Tony knew his partner. He knew what Peter needed after a hard, rough patrol. And he knew what would let Peter center and get out of his head.

Tony continued with the long, slow strokes the full length of Peter's cock, easing him toward that inevitable point of no return. Then he'd ease back. Over and over. Up, then back down. Peter was panting and sweating and beautiful.

"You good?" Tony asked, gliding his free hand over Peter's thigh.

Peter gave a jerky nod. "Y-yes, s-sir," he gasped. It rolled over into a warm, low moan that Tony enjoyed very much.

Still stroking Peter's cock, Tony rose from the stool. Eye-to-eye with Peter, he spoke soft, soothing words. Then he leaned in to kiss him, warm and gentle. Tongue tracing Peter's lips; keeping the kisses short so Peter could breathe easily.

"Oh... fuck... sir..." Peter pleaded.

"Close again?" Tony purred. "Hmmm, maybe it's been long enough and I can let you get off now. Maybe. What do you think?" He sounded like there might be the possibility he'd tell Peter 'no'. Not the case at all.

"Fuck-" long and drawn out and breathy.

"What does that mean?" Tony asked innocently.

"Need... oh - mmmm...."

"Wait - you don't want me to just use you for my own pleasure, do you?" Tony asked, his voice getting rougher.

Peter whined softly.

Tony kissed Peter. "Be right back." He stepped far enough away that he could strip off his clothes, but Peter could still see him. "No, I'm gonna be doing all the work, so I'm gonna need you to make that up to me, okay?"

Another whine.

Tony smirked and turned around. He guided Peter's hard, slick cock right where he wanted it, then pushed himself back, taking every inch into himself. He heard Peter whimper behind him. He moaned an equivalent sentiment right back.

Tony peered over his shoulder as Peter tried to press his hips forward. "Didn't I tell you - I was going to take my time?"

Peter whimpered again. That sound was like music.

Tony moved slowly on Peter's cock. He fucked himself on Peter, enjoying the fullness and the heat. He went slow to keep Peter waiting, but also, because the sensations were amazing.

"Oh fuck, sir!" Peter howled and Tony felt him spill inside him. He'd wanted Peter to wait a little bit longer, but, overall, Peter had done really really well.

Tony let Peter finish before he, again, slowly, pulled away. He turned to give Peter another kiss. "You were good, but I don't think I'm done yet. Got a couple more ideas. That okay with you?"

Peter nodded. "Yes sir," he panted. "More please."

"So needy. So - greedy..." Tony whispered. Peter confirmed with an eager nod. Tony pulled up his stool again and took a seat. He wiped off his hands, then cleaned up Peter's cock. He picked up a toy from his nearby cart, holding it up for Peter to see. "Ready?"