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All he had wanted was to recruit a possible junior avenger. Give the kid swinging around on Youtube a chance in the big leagues, a little public service to throw on the old college resume.
Unfortunately it only reminded him why he kept such kindnesses to a rarity.
“Do not.” Tony ordered lowly. He could see from the look on the kid’s face, the fluttering in his own chest. How all of it was about to send his world crumbling.
Peter said nothing. The swelling grin plastered across his face said it all. He took a experimental step toward the man. Immediately Tony recognized it as predatory. His breath hitched as he took a step back.
“Peter-”
“You’re my mate.” Peter breathed, the overwhelming sense of pure, unadulterated glee just seeping off his tongue. Suddenly the boy had plowed through the distance between them, the few, measly feet of space that Tony had been hell bent on preserving.
Sure the kid was only classified as an alpha a week ago but there was no way Peter didn’t understand what he was doing. The small intimidating movements, the commanding gaze, or the way he was already suffocating Tony without even touching him.
All clear signs that he was trying to smother any speck of resistance in the omega in front of him. Those alpha pheromones did their jobs well though, leaving Tony frozen in his own body.
This little shit, Tony thought.
Peter lacked any shame and he wasn’t shy either. His hands flying to Tony’s waist almost magnetically, stepping even closer till he had the man pinned to the bedroom door behind him. Tony tried not to panic when he realized the kid’s super strength was proving less advantageous for him then before.
“Oh, my god! Oh, my GOD!” Peter was giddy and somehow out of breath, as he marveled at his catch. Peter moved his hands up to cup Tony’s jaw, using his hips instead to keep the man in place. Tony almost found himself feeling grateful for the gesture as he was pretty sure otherwise he’d have already collapsed beneath the pressure by now.
Peter was reeling. Probably trying to get as high on Tony’s scent as Tony was on his. The boy giggled almost like a girl before tucking his head into the crook of Tony’s neck just wanting to breath more of Tony’s omega pheromones in.
“I can’t believe this!” Peter suddenly squealed, making Tony flinch from the close proximity to his ear. “You’re my mate! You’re my oma! I can’t believe I found you so early.”
Peter was practically glowing. Tony however was somewhere between mildly intrigued and positively mortified.
“Mmm-” Peter hummed contently. His hips now rocking against Tony’s. Tony just kept his eyes squeezed shut when he felt something stiff against his thigh. “No one at my school is gonna believe this! I found my mate the same week I got my second gender classifed.”
Tony couldn’t understand a word the boy was saying. Despite how he was practically reaching out for each syllable they seemed to slip right out of his hands. Regardless he still felt himself floating further away as Peter’s hands released their hold on his face and instead started weaving themselves up his shirt.
“Tony?”
The best Tony could do was give a small quiet grunt in agknowledgment upon hearing his own name.
“I know it’s tradition to wait till your next heat. But...” Peter’s fingers circled around the two front belt loops on Tony’s pants. Using his hold to tug Tony one step at a time closer to his small, rickety twin bed in the corner of the room. “I mean... You were never one for the old traditions, right?”
Tony managed to fix his shaky gaze on to the boy. Not able to stop the sharp intake of breath he had to take from just looking at the kid’s intoxicatingly perfect face. He shook his head in resistance as he looked away again.
“I don’t have any condoms- Oh! You know what- Maybe it’s like a sign though! like in that one movie with the space thingys?” Peter spoked animatedly, a bright, goofy smile slapped across his face as he rambled on about something totally beyond Tony’s comprehension at the moment.
When Peter noticed Tony’s blank, flushed expression he just laughed shaking his head.
“Well anyway- What I mean is just...” Peter tugged Tong ever closer toward the small bed frame, and god was it tempting. It looked so warm and plush, and god only knew how Tony’s body ached for it. “Maybe we should just let fate take it’s course... How’s that sound?”
Peter was looking up at Tony with big, wide, and hopeful eyes, waiting for any sign of an opening for him to sink his teeth into. Tony didn’t realize he had already given it to the kid in the shape of his subconscious drunken grin. Peter mimicked the senseless smile, leaning in to bring their lips together.
Firecrackers danced back and forth between their veins just at the touch. Peter was the one pushing for more as he pressed on to explore the depths of Tony’s mouth as if he were some wild animal. Primal and feral.
Eventually the advances stopped as Peter pulled back out of breath. Both men left panting in the middle of the teenagers bedroom when the boy spoke up.
“I- um- The lube is- I have some! I just left it in the bathroom. Just give me a minute, ok?” Peter explained, as he lead the man still drunk on his pheromones over to the bed to sit on. “I’ll be right back!”
Peter cupped Tony’s face as he pulled his gaze upward, before placing a reassuring kiss to his rosie cheek.
With that Peter stepped back, offering a mind-numbing smile as he walked backwards towards his room’s exit, stumbling as he bumped into his desk chair, and then almost tripping on his laptop chord, because he couldn’t peel his eyes away from Tony’s. Not yet.
He sighed, before sharply turning to exit the room, nearly colliding with the doorframe in his eagerness.
Tony could hear someone laughing, and it took a couple moments before he recognized it as his own laugh. The seconds became to add up, and the more he could feel the smile slowly slipping off his face.
His eyebrows knotted together as he seemed to finally find some stable ground to gather himself on. His shook his head, trying to phyiscally shake off the haze that came over him.
“Son of a bitch.” He suddenly spat. Standing up on shaky legs, and making quick work of darting out through the small cramped apartment.
Nearly colliding Peter’s aunt in his haste.
“Excuse me.” He mumbled quickly as he side-stepped around the woman. Who just offered back a blissfully unaware smile.
“Oh, of course. You’re welcome back anytime, Mr. Stark!” She chimed. Tony offered a strained half grin in response as he pulled the locks open on the front door and fleed the small, death trap of an apartment.
He hoped to god he’d never look back again.