it sounds like a bad joke

[watchesthewatchers]

A genius and a spy walk into a grocery store.

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[profiteering]

"Yes?"

Pausing, the fly already unzipped.

[watchesthewatchers]

"If you're sure."

He knows he hasn't done much in this way.

[profiteering]

"I'm open to tips, pointers. Suggestions."

But he wants to try, so for now it's his tongue, up and down and all along him.

[watchesthewatchers]

He squeaks, and then is arching for him, sprawled on the kitchen floor, hands pressed over his mouth.

[profiteering]

Tony looks positively wicked.

"I'm just going to keep doing this for a while."

A long while; he has never seen Peter react like this and he's enjoying it.

[watchesthewatchers]

Pete's head lifts a second, then falls back again, gasping in faint concern.

He's already wild for him, he doesn't know how much of 'a while' he has in him.

[profiteering]

Tony looks at him when Peter's head comes up, just wanting to see him as he swirls his tongue up the underside. He's careful as he finally takes Peter into his mouth, inexperienced and taking too much at first.

[watchesthewatchers]

Fortunately for Tony, Peter stays perfectly still, humming in pleasure, eyes fluttering closed.

Sir.

[profiteering]

He tries, but decides after a while to write off sucking as something he'll have to practice later. He pulls off with an undignified little pop, and switches to his hand, which has years of practice.

Besides, this way he can keep Peter close against him like before.

[watchesthewatchers]

He draws in a steadying breath, hips lifting up into his touch.

"You feel nice-"

[profiteering]

"Not quite ready for expert mode, but I think I'll get there."

Murmuring, kissing his jaw as he moves his hand.

[watchesthewatchers]

His voice breaks on the next inhale, desperate and longing.

[profiteering]

"You're so hot when I get you to crack like this."

Whispering heated and greedy against his ear.

"Say my name when you come."

[watchesthewatchers]

"Now? Can I, now, please?"

He begs back, legs trying to twine around him.

[profiteering]

"Right..."

A long pause, stretching into forever.

"Now."

[watchesthewatchers]

He jerks, head cracking back against the kitchen tile, world momentarily vanishing. His eyes are open wide with shock.

[profiteering]

"Hey. Hey!"

Slapping Peter's ass.

"My name?"

[watchesthewatchers]

"Sir-"

A whisper, he has no air. Couldn't imagine calling him anything else.

[profiteering]

He relents, even though he normally wouldn't, because he's still getting used to the thrill of reducing Peter to whispers and exhaustion.

"You hit your head."

Moving to cradle him, inspect him.

[watchesthewatchers]

"Tony."

Still soft, trembling for him.

[profiteering]

"Hey."

Entranced with watching Peter come back to earth.

"So I think I did pretty good, you know, for my first try sucking cock."

[watchesthewatchers]

"Tony."

He breathes again, reverent agreement.

Very good.

[profiteering]

He goes to put his fingers through Peter's hair, but his hand is...sticky. So he kisses his collarbone instead.

"You are really, incredibly hot right now."