#suddenly spontaneously keeps slipping into heat every time a certain alpha is around

[kensatou]

liberté, egalité, fraternité et yaoi

[ohwereusingourmadeupnames]

Like You Want To Be Loved

Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Rating: Explicit (E) Notes: This is my fic for my @starkerfestivals summer BINGO “body worship” square & my @peterparkerbingo “carry you to bed” square. This one is short and sweet, so - I hope you guys enjoy the cute little verse I created (that I’ll more than likely revisit soon!!). Here’s my bingo card (x & x)  - if you see something on there you might want written, shoot me a message!!! Word Count: 3K Warnings: There’s a tiny bit of smut in here, but it’s me writing, so when is that not the case? Summary:

By Friday, Peter was clingy in all the perfect ways – there wasn’t any physical need for release, just the underlying necessity of being close to one another. When Tony was cognizant enough, he made a warm bath and spent most of the morning showering Peter with kisses while the omega got them clean. For the rest of the day, they lingered on the couch, watching Netflix and alternating between making out languorously and eating the rest of the snacks they had in the house. By the end of the night, Peter was passed out against his shoulder, out like a light.

Though Tony attempted to rouse him, Peter was asleep and after such a long and tiring week, Tony couldn’t blame him. It took little effort to heft the sleeping omega into his arms, Peter snuggled into him without fail, his nose going right to Tony’s neck, the fingers of his right-hand lingering on the flatness of his belly.

Or: the one where Peter goes into heat after years of suppressant use and Tony is more than there for it.

Read on AO3 here.

It’d been a long week.

Halfway through Tony’s Monday morning lecture, Peter called with a heated panic laced through his voice. Earlier in the year, Tony convinced Peter to stop his suppressants. They’d been mated and married for more than two years. After spending so much time alone, learning how to love each other, it finally felt right to start sharing that love with others; especially those with the dark chocolate of Peter’s eyes and unruly curls coming from either one of them.

When he first met the omega, Tony never imagined wanting kids. Having such a young mate was more than enough. Upon first getting to know each other, Tony was finishing his fifth year of teaching, finding himself up for tenure already. Until Peter stumbled into his lab by accident, Tony wasn’t sure he’d ever take a mate. Adjusting to the upbeat lifestyle of being with someone so young took a while, but Tony soon found himself liking the extra time they spent out amongst the world. In his sappiest times, Tony would easily admit that he’d follow Peter anywhere – as long as the young omega was there, a good time was guaranteed to be had.

It was Peter who first brought up the idea of expanding their family. They were enjoying Tony’s winter break in the Parker’s small family cabin in upstate New York, sipping on Mama Stark’s cocoa recipe. Firewood was crackling, setting the perfect atmosphere for Peter to stutter out – “how do you feel about kids?” without any preamble.

Looking up from his place at Peter’s side on the couch, Tony stopped the rubbing motion over the sole of Peter’s foot. Despite being mated for a while, Tony still felt the need to always be touching his omega. Peter took advantage of that by throwing the random, achy body parts he wanted touched in Tony’s greedy hands – that night it was his right foot. Tilting his head at the thought, Tony snuggled into Peter’s side a bit more, sucking in a deep breath. “I think I might like one or two. Especially if they look like you,” Tony replied, leaning his head against Peter’s shoulder. Though the omega didn’t say anything, Tony felt a soft kiss to the top of his head – then Peter’s foot was pressing back into his hands in a less than subtle demand.

It didn’t take long for Peter to bring up the arduous process of coming off his stimulants. When they spoke to the doctor, she mentioned one to several months of the body working itself back into its natural state. For a while, Tony could tell Peter was miffed by the timeline. If his young omega got something in his head, there was no stopping Peter from getting what he wanted.

Of course, the omega was young and healthy, his body more than ready to step up to the plate and work a little biological magic. Tony was surprised when Peter was moaning on the other side of the line, frantically telling Tony to get home that very second. As awkward as it was to take the call in the middle of a lecture, Tony was seconds away from popping an ill-timed and completely pheromone driven erection. He stayed behind the podium as he less than subtly kicked everyone out.

The drive home was longer than ever before – five minutes felt like a lifetime when he recalled the breathy way Peter said his name, the way he mumbled ‘alpha’ into the phone so restlessly. Really, the simple fact that he had to drive home at all was a terrible inconvenience.

Keeping his briefcase on the seat, Tony tore his seatbelt off, practically running into the house with little thought. By the time he got to the front door, Tony could smell the intoxicating scent of Peter Parker-Stark in the midst of his heat. Thinking back to the weekend, Tony remember the little pre-heat signs – Peter’s nesting, the clingy way his mate stuck to his side seemingly every minute of both Saturday and Sunday. Tony momentarily felt foolish for not recognizing the signs. It’d been over two years since they spent a heat together and the signs were subtle.

Those thoughts were out the window the minute he walked through the door. Peter was sprawled across the couch; the flannel shirt Tony wore the day before the only stitch of clothing on his entire body. The usually chocolate-colored eyes were a rich gold, flaring the moment Peter recognized the addition of Tony’s scent. Though he didn’t move, Peter became all the more enticing.

Quickly stripping off the sweater he wore to teach that morning, Tony peeled the cashmere off his skin, following seamlessly by his pants, boxer briefs, socks and shoes. He was more naked than Peter before either could truly take a deep breath. Tony took his time making his way over to Peter then – his hand drifted down the center of his chest to wrap around the base of his cock, the view of Peter and the delicate mingling of their scents all the sudden overpowering. If he didn’t stroke his cock, Tony felt like he might spontaneously combust.

Tony allowed himself a handful of strokes before his hands became otherwise occupied with the smoothness of Peter’s skin. Finally, what felt like ages since he stepped in the door, Tony was close enough to reach out and touch, to feel the pulsating warmth of Peter’s heat humming just under the surface of his skin. The flannel parted just right to show off the omega’s interest; Peter’s cock was stiff, and a trickle of slick slid shamelessly down his right leg. As much as Tony wanted to dive into the cleft of Peter’s beautiful ass, the last place he wanted to spend his husband’s first heat since their mating was the living room couch.

With little prompting, Tony got Peter to wrap his muscled thighs around his hips – with so much testosterone and mating pheromones coursing through his veins, Tony had no problem carrying the young omega up the stairs. He tried to deposit Peter on the bed lightly, but the omega had other plans. Long arms wrapped around Tony’s neck, tugging until their lips were meeting in a scalding kiss.

Peter’s hands were everywhere, sliding down Tony’s back, in his hair, even up his sides and across the front of his chest. While his hands quested, Peter’s lips sipped at Tony’s, their tongues tangling wildly as adrenaline and that certain something that was completely them and their connection lingering in the air. Tony took his time enjoying Peter, here shortly, coherency would be the last thing on either of their minds.

Their hard cocks were grinding against each other with every movement, Peter was slick everywhere, making the move easy. Each time Tony felt Peter pick up his hips, Tony’s control over things slipped a little further. Before long, he broke their kiss to bury his nose into the side of Peter’s neck; Tony pressed kisses across Peter’s mating bite, taking the rich scent of iron and fire and sweetness with gasping breaths.

Tony forced himself away from the spot he could easily get attached too – sentimentally, so many memories resided in the scar that marred Peter’s skin. The fact that Tony smelt himself on Peter the most there only played into it somewhat (or a lot). Shaking his head of the thought, Tony trailed his lips further down the long length of Peter’s neck, across his shoulders, and down along shapely pecs. Each nipple was bathed with affection, Tony brought the delicate nub into his mouth, tonguing at it until the skin was pebbled, the peak warm in his mouth. Peter’s moans at every touch only worked to drive Tony on.

Further down Peter’s chest, Tony took his time tracing the outer rim of Peter’s belly button, the sides of his shirt parting after he fumbled with the buttons one by one. With both hands, Tony traced over Peter’s sides, his fingers tangling in the hair covering Peter’s belly. As he aged, the omega got a little furrier. Surprisingly, Tony liked the slowly thickening hair, it felt amazing under his fingertips. Tugging ever so slightly, Tony toyed with the softness of Peter’s skin until restless hips made themselves known.

Tony wasn’t about to spend time teasing either of them. With a quick move, Peter’s legs were spread, making room for Tony between them. Both his hands slipped between slick cheeks; Peter’s hole clenched in subconscious anticipation. Grinning at the sight, Tony wasted no time diving into the fragrant wetness. Peter’s looseness spoke of heat that was further along. Tony glanced up, suddenly proud of the man writhing above him. Heat colored eyes met his then, an easy grin on Peter’s lips. “Alpha,” Peter moaned, his eyes flashing.

Unable to stop himself after that, Tony dug in, nosing first at the gap of Peter’s cheeks and then further into the crevice, his lips barely kissing at Peter’s hole. A gush of slick slipped out onto his tongue, Peter’s hole clenching without any prompting. Tony felt his cock harden, in a few moments, Tony wouldn’t be able to enjoy the little details nearly as much. Conscious of that, Tony worked hard to make Peter whimper. His tongue and fingers worked until Peter was muttering ‘please’ and ‘Tony’ on a loop. Another couple of licks were all Tony was capable of before he climbed helplessly between Peter’s legs. He couldn’t resist the call any longer.

He grabbed at Peter’s thighs, picking them up until they were around his hips. With a quick move of his hips, Tony’s cock was pressed against the teasing wink of Peter’s hold – Tony knew the omega couldn’t even help it, not when need was slowly creeping in. Tony could tell, simply by breathing in, that the very worst was about to begin. The stirring of his knot had him ducking his head, pressing his lips against Peter’s with heat. “Ready?”

Peter’s answer was his hips lifting and the tilt of his head. Without having to move, the head of Tony’s cock slipped into tight heat, the drenched slide unlike anything the manufactured lube they normally used provided. Tony sunk into the hilt, his hips stopping his movement before Tony could himself. Peter tightened the grip of his thighs, keeping him there. For just a second, Peter ran his hands restlessly over Tony’s skin, mapping out the feel of it. That move, Peter’s recollection of everything Tony, was old hat. Every time they came together, Peter traced him like that – like he needed the tangible reminder of the way Tony felt under his touch. Sighing into the contact, Tony waited until those restless hands were buried into his hair, tugging lightly.

“Fuck me, Alpha. Please.”

Tony didn’t hesitate to comply – his hips were moving on their own accord, anyway. Wrapping his arms around Peter’s shoulders, Tony kept the omega close as he used his hips to satiate the fire that slowly burned along Peter’s existence. Every move was in sync, Peter rolled his hips to meet Tony’s thrusts – the easy motion kept each one deep, the tip of Tony’s cock enticingly brushing against Peter’s prostate; every move was expertly aimed. Little by little, Tony and Peter took each other apart, husbands, alpha and omega – moving together.

When the end came, Peter clung helplessly to Tony, his nails uselessly running over abused skin in an attempt to hold on. Peter was whimpering, every sound hitting Tony in the gut with the need to sooth them, to finally give his mate a knot and that sweet release Tony felt building up with every brush of his stomach against Peter’s cock. Leaning down to first nose of Peter’s bonding mark, then lip over the omega’s ear, Tony whisper lightly, his voice gravely.

“Cum for me, Pete. I’m so close to giving you my knot. I want to thrust in with that tight clench around me, to claim you again, omega.” Tony kept his words low, each one tangibly hitting Peter – the younger man’s skin pebbled under Tony’s touch. With another hard thrust, Tony felt Peter clamp down around him, Peter’s orgasm pulling Tony’s knot almost immediately. Biting down on the mark he placed all that time ago, Tony nuzzled into the spot, moaning “Pete” helplessly.

The rest of the week went a lot like that. There were increasingly more lucid moments where Peter asked for slow touches mixed into the desperate moments where Tony took his omega in a pheromone induced haze. Regardless of whether they were successful in creating a little life together, they gave it their all.

By Friday, Peter was clingy in all the perfect ways – there wasn’t any physical need for release, just the underlying necessity of being close to one another. When Tony was cognizant enough, he made a warm bath and spent most of the morning showering Peter with kisses while the omega got them clean. For the rest of the day, they lingered on the couch, watching Netflix and alternating between making out languorously and eating the rest of the snacks they had in the house. By the end of the night, Peter was passed out against his shoulder, out like a light.

Though Tony attempted to rouse him, Peter was asleep and after such a long and tiring week, Tony couldn’t blame him. It took little effort to heft the sleeping omega into his arms, Peter snuggled into him without fail, his nose going right to Tony’s neck, the fingers of his right-hand lingering on the flatness of his belly.

As Tony tucked Peter into bed, the young omega wrapped his hands around Tony’s neck, giving him a sleepy kiss. “I love you, Tony,” Peter mumbled, burying himself into the blankets. Smiling, Tony stripped out of his shirt and joined his husband on the bed. He slung his arm around Peter’s middle.

With a kiss to the back of the neck, Tony mumbled the words back, settling into all the spaces that were meant solely for him. Before falling back to sleep, Peter grabbed his hand, placing it on the warmth of his belly. Spreading his fingers, Tony pictured what their little peanut was going to look like, swelling the thinness of the beauty in his arms. His lips were stretched out into a grin when sleep found him.