fan_flashworks | MCU / Superior Iron Man : fanfic : Keep Bending Me

Title: Keep Bending Me
Fandom: MCU / Superior Iron Man
Rating: Explicit
Length: ~3000
Content notes: none apply
Author notes: this is an AU version of MCU events that mixes MCU stuff with Marvel 616 Superior Iron Man. Peter is slightly older in this universe and didn't meet Tony during the events of CA:CW. It's also written to fit 5 bingo cards and a this-or-that challenge. The kinks/options in question are: metal kink, dry humping, Quentin Beck, sub in training, in public, public sex
Summary: Past their earlier disagreement, Peter is being educated in the ways Tony would like him to behave – but he's not always getting it right.

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Peter's gaze wandered more than he wanted it to as they sat around the table for dinner in this really expensive restaurant. He was trying to look normal and relaxed. Difficult tasks when he had a plug in his ass and his left hand curled around Tony's cock. All of this was below the table and out of sight – thank several deities for the dark table cloth and the bench seat.

It was a test, Tony had told him. Could Peter appear and act completely normal, while also jerking Tony off through dinner with some business associates. Unsure, but excited, Peter agreed.

Now he was finding it considerably harder than he'd expected to keep his face neutral while also not telegraphing what his left hand was doing beneath the table. He spent a lot of time taking small sips from his water glass. When their dinner plates arrived, Peter realized he'd made an unfortunate error in meal selection. The steak, petite though it was, would be difficult for him to slice into smaller pieces with one of his hands occupied.

Turning to look at Tony, he tried to plead with his eyes, and ask for assistance. It would be hugely embarrassing to ask for the man to cut his food for him like he was a toddler who couldn't be trusted with blades. He was hoping for a brief reprieve from the handjob so he could eat.

He received no such luxury. Tony leaned over and whispered to him, "You'll have to figure this one out on your own. My dick is nice and warm, so unless you'll be crawling under there to allow your mouth to take your hand's place, this is how you'll stay. Of course, you could stop and choose to take the punishment instead."

Peter's reaction of displeasure was small, but visible. He studied the fine piece of meat on his plate for a moment before picking up his fork. He used his super strength at a seriously toned-down level to carve through the steak with gentle sawing motions. It was a little awkward, but it did work. He might end up looking eccentric and odd, but he'd take that over appearing to be an adult-sized toddler.

The man sitting across from Peter, Quentin Beck if Peter was remembering correctly, excused himself from the table. He was gone several minutes. When he returned, he leaned in to whisper to Peter: 'Maybe later you can take care of me too.'

Peter had no idea what to say to that. But it turned out he didn't need to because a slender tentacle of Tony's armor flashed out and curled around Beck's throat. The shining blue-ish hued, pseudo-liquid metal gleaming under the ambient lighting. Beck's eyes were as wide as Peter's dinner plate and his face was slowly turning red.

"I would recommend you not speak to him ever again if you would like to continue your existence on this planet. Sit down and finish this dinner. Afterward, I'll decide if you are afforded the luxury of participating in my business programs. Are we clear?"

Beck made a choking sound and nodded his head as much as the armor tendril would allow. Tony gave a sharp 'good', then let Beck go. The man coughed as he stumbled back to his seat where he proceeded to silently eat his dinner while staring directly at his plate for the rest of the meal.

As the smart metal was slinking back towards Tony, Peter reached his free hand up to let his fingers brush against it. He'd seen the metal many times, but never had the opportunity to actually touch it with his bare fingers. It was smooth and vaguely cool to the touch. It felt strong, even in a pseudo-liquid form.

Tony turned and gave Peter the warmest smile he'd ever seen on the man's face. "Like that?"

Peter nodded. "It's chemical make-up has to be amazing."

Still smiling, Tony leaned in to whisper, "Be very very good and maybe I'll show you later."

A shiver made its way down Peter's spine, stretching all the way to his toes. The endo-sym armor was a technological marvel. Peter had been wanting to get a better look at it since he'd learned about it a couple years ago. And that was before Tony had made several improvements.

Somehow, Peter had survived dinner. His arm was starting to get tired when Tony gave him the okay to stop jerking him off. Peter was a little confused that Tony hadn't wanted to come, but figured maybe he just didn't want his pants to get messed up.

When they got into the car, Tony directed Peter to kneel in the floorboard between his feet. "We're gonna work on some things. I want you to open your mouth and just hold my cock in it. No sucking. No moving your head. Just gently holding it until I say otherwise."

Peter waited for Tony to open his pants, then moved into position, leaning forward to slide Tony's cock across his tongue and just sit still. Tony advised him to get into a comfortable position since they were going to drive for a while. So, Peter splayed his arms across the seat of the car and arranged himself so his neck wasn't at a sharp angle. Then he closed his eyes and concentrated on his breathing. He needed somewhere to focus so he wouldn't slip into sucking Tony off.

Tony rested his hand on the back of Peter's head, Brushed his fingers in his hair. "Very good," he said with a contented sigh. "I know I'm giving you lots of tests with this, but you learn so quickly it seems cruel to go any slower. Besides, I already know you can take all of it, so this should be easy, right?"

Peter blinked up at Tony without lifting his head. He gave a mumbled affirmative sound, humming around the cock fitted into his mouth. He received more praise and fingers brushing his hair.

Once he found a position that worked for him, he was actually able to relax and let his mind drift. He could hear the music playing softly from the radio speakers. He could hear Tony breathing and sometimes making reaction sounds at his phone. But it was all background to him.

Peter was pretty zoned out, not quite asleep, but settled rather happily where he was, pondering possible improvements to his webbing formula. Tony's increasingly more insistent fingers in his hair slowly pulled his focus in. He hummed softly, wondering if Tony wanted something.

"You've done so well, I think you've earned a reward," Tony said, still petting Peter's hair. "I do like seeing my cock sitting in your mouth, so we'll keep that for now." Tony shifted his leg to place his foot between Peter's spread knees. "Now, wouldn't you like to come, Peter?" he asked and Peter nodded gently. "Good. Rub yourself against me. You still have to ask for permission to come. But keep in mind, that I don't want you messing up my pants when you do."

Peter nodded again, then adjusted his hips and legs. It took him a couple minutes to find a position that would let him rub against Tony's leg while also keeping the man's cock in his mouth. It was awkward, but not impossible.

Once he had his positioning worked out, he began rocking his hips. Brushing himself against the firmness of Tony's leg. He hadn't really been hard before, but as he started to move, his cock definitely took advantage of the friction.

This wasn't the arrangement he thought he would get into when all of this started. He hadn't ever planned to sleep with Tony at all. But then he did. And then he did again. And again. Until it was sort of a routine – random and unplanned as their interactions were.

Then there was the club. That had been his first true foray into the world of kink and BDSM. And it was definitely a world he'd been itching to get back into after that night. Tony was more than happy to oblige.

Tony called it 'training' and it had started pretty simple with a few basic commands – after they had had a discussion about what they wanted to pursue with this. Some of the things Tony mentioned being interested in were things Peter had never even heard of before. But that didn't stop him from asking questions and trying to learn about them. When Tony had curbed the questions in order to move to the next topic, Peter made mental notes so he could research later.

That had been three weeks ago. Peter had put together a spreadsheet of things he wanted to try and ranked the activities on a scale based on how interested he was in each. It also had a tab listing various things he'd heard Tony mention wanting to do, or having already done. Which he then cross-referenced to see where activities matched up between them. Maybe it was kind of nerdy, but it was how Peter could keep track of things he wanted to do. The options were too vast otherwise.

Tony had seen it one day and given him shit over it, but only as a tease. Which was fine. Peter was sure his spreadsheet would pay off one day.

Tony's fingers pushed through his hair again. "Nice and hard, aren't you? Keep going."

Peter moaned softly around Tony's cock and rocked his hips. The angle wasn't great for grinding himself against Tony's leg, but he was up for the challenge. He flattened his back as much as was possible so he could get a little more range of motion for his hips.

He kept his movements slow and measured. A gentle rhythm of his hips. Though, he desperately wanted to go faster. However, since he was still holding Tony's cock in his mouth without sucking him off, he couldn't generate that much movement without messing up that other task.

"That's very good, my pet," Tony said. He slipped his fingers beneath Peter's chin and tipped his head up. "Let go now, please." And waited for Peter to slide his mouth free. "Good. Keep grinding against me. But eyes focused up here," he instructed and motioned to his own face with his free hand.

Peter nodded, eyes focused on Tony's. That piercing blue almost searing into him. His breathing started to pick up as he continued rolling his hips to brush his cock against Tony's leg. He was able to exert a bit more pressure now, which made him want to grind faster.

Tony chuckled above him. Lifted his hand to tip Peter's face up higher. "Jerk me off while you work."

"Yes, sir," Peter said, possibly more out of his instinct to be polite than as part of their scene arrangement. Tony didn't seem to mind either way.

"Peter," Tony began as he came into Peter's room, "I have an incredibly boring business lunch today and I need you to come with me." He flicked his hand to open the closet, then selected a couple items from it and tossed them on the end of Peter's bed.

It was just a pair of brand new jeans and a dark blue button-up shirt, but the idea of Tony deciding his clothes still made his insides tingle. "Sure. Do I need to wear anything else?"

Knowing Peter's meaning, Tony's mouth bent in a wicked little grin. "Anticipating my needs beyond lunch, are we?"

"No, sir. Just assuming you would want me to get as much practice as possible." He set his book aside and got up from his chair.

"In that case, which one would you like?"

"You know which one."

"You are obsessed with my armor. And you know, what is it they say? 'I love that for you'."

Peter winced. "Please don't do that. Not that you can't pick up the younger generation's cool phrases. Just that one sounds really wrong coming out of your face."

Tony's brows knit together. "Strip, you brat." Once Peter had done so, Tony nudged him to bend over the end of the bed.

Peter's skin tingled as he waited. He knew what was coming. It was what he'd all but asked for. Tony's fingers trailed down Peter's back until they reached his ass. Peter shivered when he felt the cool of the pseudo-liquid metal move over his skin and down between his cheeks. It drew itself into the appropriate form and pressed into his hole, waiting until it was settled inside to expand to the size Tony wanted it to be.

Peter wasn't sure how the endo-sym armor worked without need of lubrication – and Tony wouldn't tell him, claiming it was a trade secret. Which only made Peter want to know even more.

"Silicone would be more comfortable," Tony stated.

Peter shrugged. "Maybe. But I like this."

"I'm not going to talk you out of it. I like that my smart metal does it for you." He clapped a hand across Peter's ass. "Get dressed and meet me in the garage. I don't want to go to this lunch, but if I'm going to go, I'm going to do my best to enjoy it." He started for the door, but turned back a moment. "If you behave, you get a reward. If not, well, you know what happens then."

Peter, working on getting his jeans on, nodded. "Yes, sir." His stomach tightened at the thought of one of Tony's punishments. They weren't painful – that didn't work for Peter anyway – rather they were usually intense. Sometimes Peter liked them anyway. Meaning Tony was still figuring out what made a good punishment for Peter. It was a work in progress.

During lunch, Peter spent his time under the table holding Tony's cock in his mouth. He couldn't drape his arms across the seat, since that would give away his presence, so he had to keep them close to Tony's legs. It made the angle a bit more awkward than the position he could use in the car. It also meant that he shifted and moved more, which would slide his lips and tongue up and down the length of Tony's cock more often.

At one point, Tony reached beneath the table and flicked the side of Peter's head. He sighed and tried to focus on being still.

He wasn't managing very well. His neck was starting to cramp, which made his jaw ache. Part of him wanted to suck Tony off until he came down his throat. Another part of him wanted to try very hard to do what he'd been told. It was a war his hormones were starting to win.

His tongue shifted and he needed to swallow the saliva that had collected in his mouth. That only served to draw Tony's cock further down his throat and made him moan. Obviously louder than he should have. Tony's foot thumped against his thigh as a warning.

Peter really was trying to behave. It was just so damned hard when he was fighting against the horny desire to make Tony come. As a test, he hollowed his cheeks and drew back less than an inch.

A big, meaty hand was immediately in his hair, gripping tightly. Peter tried not to moan and failed miserably. The hand on the back of his head pressed forward, pushing Peter's nose into Tony's lower abdomen, likely an attempt to muffle the noise.

It didn't work. Peter could hear Tony's lunch companions muttering about the strange sounds. One of them even asked if Tony had an animal under the table.

That was the moment Peter knew he had fucked up.

Tony tugged at his hair, pulling his face back. That hand then moved to latch around Peter's arm and haul him out from beneath the table. Several people at nearby tables gasped. Tony ignored them as he got Peter to his feet, then, hand on the back of his neck, pushed him down across the table, flatware and dishes tinkling together.

"Hands flat on the table," Tony commanded.

Peter's heart was thundering in his chest, but he did as he was told. He kept his eyes closed to avoid making eye contact with anyone around the table. Squeezed them tighter shut as Tony yanked his jeans down and he felt the plug expand briefly before it was removed from his ass.

He knew he was in trouble now. And all he wanted was to crawl back under the table and hide. Tony wasn't going to let that happen. Peter had fucked up and now he was on display as an example of what happens when he misbehaved.

Fuck.

Tony leaned over his back and growled in his ear. "You wanted me to come so badly. Not a problem. But you know that I come when and where I want, don't you?"

"Yes, sir," Peter said.

"What was that? My meal guests didn't hear you."

"Yes, sir," Peter repeated, louder this time.

"Now, tell them what I'm going to do to you."

Peter's face flamed, red and hot. No one at the table would mistake that for anything other than what it was – pure, unadulterated humiliation. "Sir is going to fuck me until he's finished and leave me unsatisfied." His voice was a lot stronger than he'd expected it to be under the circumstances.

"And have I had to do this to you before?" Tony asked.

Peter sort of shook his head. "No, sir. Only threatened it." It was his turn to gasp when Tony thrust his cock fully into him in one solid stroke. His fingers curled on the tabletop. But flattened out again when Tony insisted his hands remain flat.

He could hear chairs shifting and clothing rustling. People were moving to get a better look at the billionaire businessman fucking a nobody over a table during a business lunch. Peter wanted a hole to open up in the floor and swallow him. Tony may have found the right punishment.

Tony drew his hips back, then thrust forward again, hard and fast. That was the pace he maintained – quick, sharp snaps of his hips against Peter's ass over and over. Peter did everything in his power not to groan in pleasure as Tony stabbed at his prostate repeatedly. He wasn't supposed to come, but if Tony kept doing that, he was going to break that rule too.

Peter made the mistake of opening his eyes for a second and caught sight of motherfucking Quentin Beck leaned back, smugly sipping at a glass of wine, watching Peter's face, not Tony. If he hadn't been commanded to keep his hands on the table, he would've thrown a fork at the man's face. He had to settle for closing his eyes again as his mouth opened to let out an absolutely obscene moan.

He was concentrating so hard on not coming himself that he almost missed when Tony did. But he gathered up enough of his scattered braincells to clench his ass around Tony's cock while the man spilled deep inside him. He squeezed his eyes shut to hold his focus and breathed a 'Tony, please.'

Tony's hand, that was still on the back of his neck, tightened it's hold. "You are not to speak." Then, clearly to his lunch companions, "I'm so sorry for this interruption. I'll be done in just a moment."

There was a murmur of sounds around the table. No one seemed to be displeased with having to wait for Tony to finish filling Peter's ass, then plugging him back up.

Peter stayed splayed across the table while Tony was fixing his own clothing behind him. He didn't move until he was told he could do so, then pulled his jeans back up and fastened them. Head down, arms hanging at his sides, Peter said, "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to disturb your lunch."

"But you did, didn't you?"

"Yes, sir. And for that I earned a punishment. I apologize for making you need to do that."

Tony curled his fingers under Peter's chin and lifted his head slightly. "You took your punishment very well. I hope I don't have to do it again. Now, back under the table where you should be neither heard nor seen until I'm finished." Then Tony took his seat again.

Silently, Peter lowered himself to his knees in order to crawl back under the table. He sat quietly and unmoving next to Tony's feet through the remainder of the meal.

In the car on the way home, Tony asked if they had done anything that Peter objected to. Not being punished, but the actual punishment he'd been given.

Peter shook his head as he leaned against Tony's side. "No. No objections. It was unexpected. And I think you didn't warn me what it was beforehand to see if I would break the rules so I could find out what it was."

Tony was grinning when he turned to look at Peter. "And why do you think I would do that?"

"If you'd told me what you planned for a punishment, I would've probably behaved to the letter the whole time. You were testing me."

"I'm always testing you in a scene. I don't want a weak submissive. If you roll over and obey everything, it's boring as fuck. If I didn't want you to test the boundaries, I would tell you that."

Peter shifted closer and Tony dropped an arm around him. "I know you would. You're not particularly subtle."

"No, I'm not." He dusted a brief kiss to Peter's hair. "What do you want as your wind down when we get back?"

"Chocolate ice cream. Twenty minutes under the rainfall shower. A big fluffy robe. And a movie." He tucked his feet up beneath himself and leaned more against Tony, letting his eyes drift closed.

"I'm gonna have to send out for the ice cream."

Peter made a grunting noise of approval, then fell silent for the remainder of the drive.