Title: A Little Camping Trip
Fandom: MCU
Rating: Mature/Explicit
Length: ~1000 words
Content notes: none apply
Author notes: fits bingo squares for kneeling, places and sex in the woods. AU of everyone is an adult and no one died in Endgame, blah blah blah
Summary: a little 'komorebi' and a touch of 'tzarfrir' from the word list; Peter and Tony go camping.

Tony perched atop the picnic table and looked down at his sub. Would he behave or would he fidget and wiggle and make this take longer? Tony's bets were about 60/40 on that one - 60 that his sub would behave. He'd been doing really well this week despite how busy Tony had been. There's only been one little pout via video call three days into Tony's trip to Morocco. He was going to have a word with the CEO about some of these unnecessary overseas in-person meetings he kept getting roped into.

For now, he was much more interested in watching the beautiful young man kneeling on the ground in front of him. This trip had been Peter's idea. A weekend of camping in the woods. Tony had insisted there would be absolutely no sleeping on the ground - his back couldn't handle that sort of thing anymore. Peter had conceded to an air mattress for the tent. (Tony's face at the mention of a tent had made Peter dissolve into giggles for twenty minutes.) If there was going to be a tent, then Tony was going to get his sub to follow commands the entire weekend. Whenever he decided it was time to do so.

He knew Peter wouldn't say no.

So, here they were, out in the woods, not far from their, in Peter's words, 'ostentatious billionaire camping castle', with Tony perched on a wooden picnic table and Peter kneeling on the pine straw, deliciously naked. With no one else around for miles. (Iron Man can't exactly go camping in the middle of Yellowstone like everyone else.)

A soft breeze rustled the leaves overhead and even brought with it the barest scent of water from the nearby lake. Tony tipped his head, watching the morning sun filter through the trees to kiss his sub's skin.

It was getting harder to stay this far away from him. But, he had a plan.

"How're you doing over there, Pete?" Tony asked.

"Fine, sir," he answered.

"Pine needles too much?"

Peter shook his head. "No. It's fine. Though most of what I can smell from here is dirt."

"What do you get if you focus a little more?" This sort of thing always fascinated him. Peter's ability to concentrate and pinpoint little things. He loved it.

Peter sat quietly for several minutes, breathing and relaxing. His eyes closed. "Dirt. Pine. The hint of charred wood from last night's fire. You, sir. The water from the lake. And touch of wildflowers, but that's super faint."

Tony smiled. "That is so fucking cool that you can do that."

"Thank you, sir," Peter replied. Tony could tell his skin was flushing vaguely pink at the compliment.

"Will you be okay if I walk over to the tent for two minutes to get something?"

Peter nodded. "Of course."

"Excellent. Big reward if you stay still for me." True to his word, the trip to the tent and back took him just under two minutes. He didn't even have to run to make it. He returned with a thick blanket that he spread across the top of the picnic table. "Come get up here for me, Pete."

Without a word, Peter rose to his feet and crossed to sit on the edge of the picnic table as he'd been directed.

"God, I love it when you do what I tell you."

Peter smiled. "You love it when I don't even more, sir."

Tony smirked. "Sometimes. Now, lay down on your back for me."

He watched as Peter shifted on the table and stretched out in front of him. Was he jealous of the way Peter's body just moved so fluidly? Sure. But he also knew that his own body had never done that. Not even when he was a gangly teen. Besides, he was the one who got to watch that glorious body move like that, pretty much whenever he wanted.

He reached out to rub his hand over the toned chest. "You are fucking gorgeous, you know that?"

"So you keep telling me, sir," Peter replied, licking his lips. Tony could guess why.

"One day, I'm going to get you to stop doing that. But later." He waved his other hand between them. "You know what to do."

With a nod, Peter reached his hands up to deftly unfasten Tony's pants. He shifted a bit on the table as he drew Tony's cock free, giving it several smooth strokes.

"Perfect. Carry on," Tony said softly. He glanced downward, watching as his sub parted his lips to take his cock into his mouth. He never got tired of seeing that. Never got tired of Peter's talents with his lips and tongue. Watching him toy with new and different approaches to a task that was, in its most basic form, fairly simple. Peter's aim was always to make it good for Tony. And Tony knew that. From the very beginning. Everything Peter did was for someone else, but in a way that always seemed to also make Peter happy. It was fascinating.

And delicious. And sexy. And - fuck - it felt amazing. Tony continued to smooth his fingers over Peter's chest. Brushing across his nipples, skimming over his abs. Until he was ready, then he slid his hand up to graze Peter's throat. No pressure, just presence. It made his beautiful sub open up wider and take even more until he almost couldn't breathe. It was perfect. Gorgeous. It pushed Tony so close he could taste it.

If he wanted to keep going, he'd pull back and let Peter continue for a bit before he pushed in again. If he was sitting right on the edge ready to tip over, he'd push that last little micrometer and spill himself deep into his sub's waiting throat. Either way, it was one of the most amazing sensations he'd ever discovered.

He drew himself back, allowing his sub a moment to recover while he tucked himself away and straightened his clothes.

Peter shifted so he was fully back on the table, breathing heavily, but very relaxed. "That was great, sir."

"It was awesome, but this camping thing still sucks."

"You love it."

"No, I love you. I hate camping."

"When can we come back?