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Harry’s hands on his neck, on his face, in his hair, tugging it in that insistent way that made Peter want to give him the world. He could feel the heat radiating off the darker boy.
Snogging Harry was his favourite thing to do, they would spend hours together, hidden up in their secret corner of the world, where no one could touch them. For Peter, the only thing that rivaled making out with Harry was swinging around the city, where it felt like flying. For Harry, it was actually flying. It was that final stretch where the snitch was right under his fingers, and he could feel the exhilaration and anticipation of the win already.
Peter would bet good money that there wasn’t a thing Harry’s magic hands couldn’t do, especially when they were dancing across his bare chest. A long finger skimmed his abs, further igniting the fire in his stomach.
Peter moaned low in his throat as Harry sucked, hard, on his collarbone. He continued this, travelling further and further south until he reached Peter’s nipples. Peter squirmed and a noise low in his throat escaped. Harry raised his head to look him in the eyes.
“You’re goddamn irresistible, you know that?”
Harry’s voice trembled with desire, and Peter’s legs twitched. They were ready to give out.
Suddenly, Harry grabbed Peter’s wrists and pinned him against the wall, spreading Peter’s thighs with his knee. Peter moaned again as he began to grind down on Harry’s thigh, releasing some of the near unbearable tension.
Their lips locked in a fiery embrace, both so needy and desperate, so caught up they didn’t notice the door opening and a confident-
“Underoo, stop ignor - oh fuck.”
They sprang apart, both sporting identical masks of horror, kiss-swollen lips, messy hair and an impressive collection of hickeys. There was no explaining this away, the truth was painted across their intimate embrace.
“I see why you weren’t picking up my calls.”
The shocked tension thickened.
Under Stark’s gaze, they shuffled apart and Harry adjusted his trousers. Peter’s lip trembled as he broke the silence in a rush of hasty words.
“I'm so sorry Mr Stark please don't be mad it’s just that i’m not that sorry because i really like Harry but i am sorry for not telling you I just wasn’t sure how you’d react and-”
Tony stepped forward, arms outstretched, cutting a close-to-tears Peter off.
“Come here Underoo.”
Peter fell into Tony’s embrace, with muffled sobs from Peter and “it’s alright”s from Tony.
The older man held Peter at arms length and looked him in the eyes.
“You know that I will always respect you, care for you, maybe even love you a little, and protect you, no matter what, right?”
Peter sniffed and nodded.
“And you know that right now, I respect you, care for you, love you and protect you the exact same as five minutes ago, right? And same for you Harry. Nothing will ever change.”
Both boys nodded in unison.
“Except maybe if you eat the last mince pie.”
They laughed, the tense atmosphere broken at Tony’s humour.
“Anyway, I came up to say dinner is ready, and it’s spaghetti night!”
Harry and Peter’s eyes lit up in a way superhero teenage boys did when carbs were mentioned. They both made for the door, but Tony held Harry back.
He enveloped the younger boy into a big hug, but released him with a stern glare.
“Break his heart and I'll break your spine. I mean it.”