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Tony and Steve have been married for over thirty years; and their son, Peter, has been there for half of it.
And Tony has a secret.
You see, Tony has been touching Peter since he was little. He tried not to, at first, but he couldn’t help himself. It’s a sickness, really.
Fifteen years later, Tony has never stopped. His husband doesn’t know, and Peter doesn’t know it’s bad.
He just knows that it’s a secret special way Tony shows he loves Peter. And that no one else is allowed to do it.
“Daddy,” Peter whines softly, cheeks flushed and eyes half lidded. “Please!”
Tony coos softly, kissing his son on the lips. “It’s okay baby. Daddy just wants to give you a good luck kiss.” He kisses down Peter’s throat, licking at his collarbone.
Peter shudders slightly. “Daddy, we’re gonna be late!” He whispers.
Tony laughs softly, kissing Peter’s nipple and enjoying the way his son jerks up into the touch. “We won’t. It’s okay. Just kisses right now, I promise honey. Nothing more.”
Peter squirms but doesn’t protest anymore. He never really wanted to anyway; he just did it for show. Tony loves a good show.
Tony kisses down Peter’s abs, licking at the dips in the skin where his muscles are pronounced. He licks the v above Peter’s groin, kisses his hip, his inner thigh.
Peter whines again, this time for more instead of less. “Daddy~”
Tony laughs fondly, breath ghosting over Peter’s balls. He leans up and kisses Peter’s now wet and leaking cock. “Okay baby. Daddy is done.”
Peter cries out, cheeks puffing out. “No fair!” He whispers. “Everyone will see!”
Tony smirks, pulling Peter’s underwear and pants up. “Then I would suggest calming down before we leave, hm? Come on, let’s not leave papa waiting.”
Peter lays back on the bed with a long suffering groan, arm thrown over his eyes. He pouts to the empty room until Papa yells up the stairs for him to hurry up, then sighs and finishes getting ready.
Daddy is so paying for this later.