Title: Time is Here
Fandom: MCU & Superior Iron Man
Rating: Explicit
Length: ~1100
Content notes: none apply - but mild dub-con leanings b/c Peter is on pain meds and it's SIM
Author notes: also fills bingo squares for other challenges: Fetish: being washed, smoking/intoxication, intercrural sex
Summary: Superior Iron Man is enjoying himself.

"Come here, my little spider," Tony rumbled, fingers looped around Peter's arm. He tugged the glassy-eyed submissive to him. "Sit here with me, my pet." His free hand stroked lube over his own erection.

Peter blinked slowly, glancing downward, then back up to Tony's face. "But, sir, I - "

"Don't worry. I'm not planning to fuck you right now," he reassured Peter. "I know you're still sore from last night." He had been rather rough with his pretty little pet the night before, so he wasn't going to go right back to that already. But he did need a little relief.

While there were other ways, he'd also given Peter something to ease his pain, which left him a little loopy and less focused than he otherwise might be. So, Tony would use his body another way. It was just as good and accomplished the same goal.

Without speaking, exactly as he'd been trained, Peter settled himself onto Tony's lap. Tony situated the young man where he wanted him. Then he pushes his cock between Peter's thighs.

"If you squeeze too tight, I'll lock you in the cage," he rumbled into his sub's ear. He pressed one large hand against the sub's chest as he began to thrust his hips upward.

Peter moaned, dropping his head back and rolling his hips slowly.

Tony kissed his sub's neck. "Are the pain meds okay for you?"

Peter nods. "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. It's really good. I feel really good." He half-giggles, then it rolls into a moan. "You feel really good."

Still pressing his hips up, rubbing his hard cock against his sub's smooth skin. "I'm sure I do. And I'm sure you'll feel just as good for me."

"Maybe better, sir."

A rumbling chuckle. "Careful," he chastised.

His sub's skin was warm – warmer than most given his slightly heightened metabolism – against his cock. Mostly smooth aside from the sprinkling of wiry hair that provided just the right amount of texture among the friction. Beyond all of that, this was his sub. One he'd chosen and trained himself to his very exact specifications. His pet was perfect. He even had a stubborn little brat streak that frequently would frustrate Tony, but, he did appreciate the fighting back.

"Now, now, my pet, you're not stroking yourself, are you?" he asked, knowing the answer, of course.

"N-no, sir. Sorry, sir," Peter apologized even as he shifted his hand away from where he was clearly stroking himself. "Sir, it – it feels so good. I couldn't h-help... Sorry, sir."

"I know you are. If you hadn't behaved so well for me last night, I would be far more upset with you right now." He nipped at the sub's throat. "But you were so good, strapped down on my table. Not fighting me as I fucked you for hours."

Peter shivered in his lap, ripples of pleasure coursing through his body. "Sir," he breathed.

"Shh. Focus on me. I'll take care of you… later." He said. "You know how it works."

Peter nodded slowly. His hips still moved against Tony as Tony thrust against him.

"Squeeze just a little tighter," he instructed. The groan of pleasure he made when his submissive responded exactly as he wanted was impressive. He had trained his little pet so well. "Very good."

He focused his remaining attention on rubbing between Peter's thighs to get exactly the friction he needed. It only took him a few seconds more to spill across Peter's pale skin.

Leaning back in his chair, he took a few breaths, enjoying the warm and pleasure. Peter sat still and quiet on his lap, perfectly behaved.

"You did so well," he said as he sat up again. "Now, link your hands behind your head and open your legs for me." His fingers tickled across the submissive's chest while he waited for him to comply. "Good. I'm going to stroke you, but you are not to come until I give you permission."

"Yes, sir," Peter replied, his body shivering in anticipation as Tony lubed up his hand.

One of Tony's favorite things was making Peter squirm waiting for his orgasm. He could spend hours edging him and letting him slide back, then edging him again, over and over. And he enjoyed every second of it – dishing out such delicious torture. He could see Peter loved it too, despite his pleas and begging to finish.

"You're so pretty when you're trying to obey the rules," Tony said. "Count backwards from twenty. When you reach one, you can come."

Peter immediately began to count in a steady cadence – knowing not to count too fast or Tony would make him start over again. Hips shifting slightly on Tony's lap, Peter counted down the last few numbers and splashed come across his stomach and legs as he climaxed.

Tony chuckled low in his chest as Peter melted against him. "Good boy," he whispered. Then he lifted his little spider into his arms and carried him to the bathroom. "Now we'll get cleaned up and see what else I can use that hot body for."

He drew the water into the tub, steam rising to fog the air. When the tub was full, he settled Peter into the water before sliding in behind him. He scooped water with his hand to pour over all of Peter's exposed skin.

"Just relax." Even if everyone said he was a monster, they couldn't say that he didn't take care of his toys. Besides, if he were to break his toys, he couldn't play with them again.

He spent several minutes gently splashing water on Peter's skin, rinsing him off, making sure he had come down a bit.

"Now, turn around and get yourself off rubbing against me. You're all worked up still, shouldn't take too long."

Peter turned without spilling any water out of the tub and did as he was asked. Holding onto Tony's shoulders, he rubbed his cock against the man's abdomen until he came. Then offered a 'thank you, sir' while he waited for the next instruction.

They moved to the shower so Peter could wash Tony head to toe before doing the same for himself. As Peter was drying off with one of the fluffy towels, Tony said, "Go curl up on the end of my bed and wait for me. I have some things to do. If I'm not there in thirty minutes, feel free to nap until I wake you." He watched Peter leave the bathroom after dropping his towel into the laundry hamper. "So lucky to have found that one."