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“Miguel? Why haven’t you been answering my messages?” Jess furiously taps on her watch as she walks into Miguel’s office. “I swear if Peter is in here, I’m going to lose it—oh.”
Miguel is typing on his screens with one hand, while his other arm is being occupied by Mayday. He’s holding onto her as she sleeps on his chest. Mayday has little spider-themed headphones resting atop her head and covering her ears.
Jess chuckles to herself and makes her way closer. She takes out her phone and snaps a picture of the two.
Miguel, concentrating a little too hard on his task at hand, doesn’t even notice Jess walk by.
“Babysitting duty?” Jess says as she sends the picture to Peter and the rest of their friends.
Miguel slightly jumps out of his trance and glares at Jess. “Jess—”
“This is the only valid excuse as to why you weren’t answering my messages.” Jess tucks her phone away and crosses her arms. “I take it you and Peter are doing well.”
Miguel rolls his eyes at her and turns around. “Yes.”
“Oh I know you didn’t just roll your eyes at me.”
Miguel sighs and turns back around to Jess. He bounces a little to rock little May. “Yes, we’re fine.”
“Mhm.” Jess opens her arms so she can take sleeping Mayday. Miguel lets her. “I’m sure fine means hardcore sex and hickeys, huh?” Jess nods at Miguel’s neck.
Miguel slaps a hand to his neck in shock. He blushes hard as Jess grows a knowing smirk.
“Shut up.” Miguel mutters.
“I always knew you were a bottom, O’Hara.” Jess smiles as she walks away with May in her arms, she whispers soft reassurance to the toddler and waltzes around the office, forgetting why she came in here in the first place.
“Wh-Wha—Jess!”
“Hush, the baby is sleeping.”
Dumbfounded, Miguel stands there staring in disbelief at his colleague. He jumps a little at the notification sound ringing from his watch. He clears his throat to answer.
“Yes, Peter?” He says exhausted.
“Oh, so you have Peter on high alert but when it comes to me—” Jess calls from a distance.
“Shush!” Miguel spits back.
“Hi, Miggy~” Peter’s voice through the call sends a shiver up Miguel’s spine.
“Ugh…” Miguel mutters and rubs his face.
“How’s May doing?” Miguel can hear the smirk on Peter’s face through the call.
“She’s fine. She’s with Jess right now.” Miguel responds simply.
“Aw, tell Jess I said hi!”
Miguel pinches the bridge of his nose.
“Is Jess still there?” Peter asks, his mouth closer to the microphone.
“I think she just left the office, why?” Miguel looks back over at his screens, he still needs to get his work done.
“You sound a bit tense, Miguel. Why don’t I help you feel better?”
Miguel freezes. A heatwave of blood rushing down to his crotch.
“Ay coño…” Miguel clenches his teeth and rubs his eyes.
“Is that a yes?” Peter chuckles.
Biting his lip, Miguel lets his mind run with all the possibilities Peter could be talking about. “What did you have in mind, Peter?” His voice low, gravely, already flustered.
“How about it be a surprise?”
“You know I don’t like surprises.” Miguel taps his screens and tries to survey the area just in case Peter decides to do the deed here in the office.
“It’ll be one that you’ll like, I promise~” Peter seems extra flirty today.
“I doubt that.” Miguel says with a twitching smile.
“Just make sure the office is empty and I’ll be there in a few.”
Miguel lets out a harsh breath. “Ugh… I hate myself…” he mutters as he shuts down the office entrances and exits, after of course, checking to see if Jess and May are far from the quarters.
He opens a portal just before Peter could ask for one and Peter comes swinging through, a shit-eating grin on his face. He lands on the ceiling just above Miguel’s platform looking down at Miguel.
Miguel would have scolded Peter, if he didn’t notice the flowers in Peter’s clutch.
“Does Mary-Jane like roses?” Miguel quirks a brow and crosses his arms. He keeps his eyes up at Peter waiting impatiently for him to come down.
“No, she likes sunflowers. These are actually for you.” Peter takes a few steps over so he’s directly above Miguel. He thwips web between his feet and lets his feet unstick as he lowers down slowly, still upside-down.
Miguel, lightly blushing, watches in surprise at Peter’s kind gesture. “For me?”
“Yeah, for you. I didn’t know what your favorite flower was, but I think red suits you.” Peter grins that dumb grin as he lowers and lowers then stops. He hangs just in front of Miguel’s face, completely upside-down parallel to the other man. “Here.”
Miguel takes the bouquet of roses from this awkward position and stares at it in his hands. He’s never received flowers before. They’re really nice. He’s not sure if he even has a favorite flower. He might just now.
“Gracias, Peter…” Miguel whispers, still trying to wrap his head around the gift.
“You like them?” Peter smiles hopefully.
“Y-Yeah, I do.” Miguel smiles softly back and Peter burns that smile into his memory.
“You’re beautiful in just about every angle I see of you.” Peter mumbles.
Miguel stares back at him, wide-eyed, unsure what to do or what to say. His flustered demeanor settles in and only gets worse. Even after all the sweet talk Peter sends his way, he’s still not used to it.
“You know, you’re supposed to kiss me around this part.” Peter whispers.
“Wh-What?”
Peter snickers. “You know, the iconic Spider-Man kiss? Come on, I set it up so nicely!”
Miguel rolls his eyes and steps closer. “You’re too high, Peter.” Miguel starts to unravel Peter’s mask slowly, giving him time to fix the height, but Peter’s laughing seems to hide his ability to hear correctly.
“I think I like you at this angle, Miggy~” Peter smirks, his lips still so annoying from this perspective. “Maybe we can try—”
Miguel grabs a fistful of Peter’s suit, not caring if he damages it, and pulls him down to his height, crashing their lips together. Luckily, for the both of them, Peter’s web holds strong. Their mashing lips soften and the hasty kiss turns slow and deepens. Their lips mold together, Miguel’s plump ones meeting and melding with Peter’s slim but delectable pair. Their tongues intertwine only for a moment, Peter just couldn’t resist.
It's a strange angle to kiss someone, Miguel thinks. His nose collides with Peter’s chin every so often. Peter’s doing the same to his, but he thinks he could live with it. The stubble on Peter’s chin, however, is definitely something he’d have to get used to, especially from this direction of kissing.
When they separate with a wet smack of their mouths, Miguel steps back and lets Peter go gently.
Peter suddenly lowers but doesn’t fall off his web. He stops just above Miguel’s groin, coming face to face with Miguel’s bulge.
“Oh yeah, this is a nice view.”
“Peter!” Miguel snaps. Add that to the list of times Peter has ruined the moment.
Peter chuckles, but Miguel doesn’t find it all that amusing, so he reaches up and slices the rope of web holding Peter up and Peter goes falling.
“Ouch! Hey!”
Miguel turns around and takes a subtle sniff of his bouquet. He looks around the office to try and find a place to store them, at least for now before heading to his apartment.
“Aw! Are those flowers?” Lyla materializes beside Miguel as she stuffs her holographic head into the tops of the roses. “Miguel, I didn’t know you liked flowers.”
“Shush!” Miguel furiously types away at his console.
“Hey what are you—” Lyla vanishes as Miguel puts her on a temporary shutdown. He doesn’t need anything else ruining their little moment.
Peter’s arms snake around Miguel’s slim waist and Miguel only slightly flinches this time. Peter rests his chin on Miguel’s shoulder, peering up at the taller man the best he can.
“I meant what I said by the way… it’s a nice view down there~” Peter’s spindly fingers trace up and down Miguel’s sides.
“Flowers and a fuck. How generous.” Miguel raises a brow over his shoulder.
“I have something in mind, don’t worry.” Peter steps back, the warmth of his body swaying away, but his hands stay low on Miguel’s hips.
“I hope you know that doesn’t stop me from worrying.” Miguel gently rests the bouquet onto his console, hoping not to break or shift the flowers too much. “Hnngh!” Miguel feels a jolt as the pad of Peter’s finger presses on the back of his taint. “P-Peter!”
Peter bites his lip as he massages Miguel’s little area, taking in all the little quivers and shivers from the man. “Did you know your suit really outlines your—”
“Stop talking.” Miguel bites as his back arches and he hesitatingly leans over to give Peter more access.
“Aw, you’re bending over for me—”
“¡Cállate!” Miguel’s red cheeks give him away completely. He’s really enjoying this.
“Ca…Carajo—ugh!” Miguel plops his forehead back into his arm. His claws digging into the side of the console, again, is the only thing keeping him in place. He’s trying his hardest not to scratch up the equipment but fuck.
His legs spread, knees quaking, his own cock leaking. Pixels of his suit remain on his chest and feet, but damn if the rest of his body wasn’t bare.
“Fuck! Peter—right there!”
“Mmm~”
Miguel forces a breath as Peter’s hum reverberates through his ass. Peter’s tongue dives deeper in him, somehow swirling and lapping in all the right places. Miguel brings a hand back and entangles his fingers into Peter’s hair, he pushes Peter’s face further down into him, practically begging for more of that sinister tongue of his. Miguel absentmindedly rocks back onto Peter’s face. He needs more.
Being eaten out was never on Miguel’s radar. But fuck did Peter make use of that annoying mouth of his.
Peter cups and tugs at Miguel’s balls, drawing another groan out of the man. Peter moves to Miguel’s neglected cock and gives it the attention it truly needs.
Miguel whines into his arm. Is he going to cum like this? On Peter’s tongue? Just by Peter’s hand too?
“Peter…” Miguel breathes.
Peter suctions off of Miguel’s hole, a line of saliva connecting the two still. “Close?”
“Ugh, if you’re going to do something, do it.” Miguel spits, the impatience settling in. He spreads one of his ass cheeks, lightly clawing at his own skin.
“Someone’s eager~” Peter wipes his chin and shuffles back on his knees. “Turn around for me?”
Miguel swallows and turns. His erection sky high and red with budding white at the tip, it’s a delicious sight.
Peter scoots closer and steadies Miguel’s hips. He slowly strokes Miguel’s aching cock just above his face.
Miguel hisses into a moan as Peter opens wide and begins to suck.
“Mmm, such a good boy.” Peter whispers lowly, sending electricity through Miguel’s system. Peter takes Miguel into his mouth easily.
Miguel runs a hand over his face and covers his mouth as he lets his hips rock with the rhythm of Peter’s sucks.
Peter maneuvers a hand down between Miguel’s legs and he gently taps at Miguel’s hole. After receiving a questionable look from the standing man, Peter sends a wink up through a mouthful.
Miguel moves his hand to ask what Peter wanted, but he loses his breath as soon as Peter’s finger pushes through.
“Ha-ah—yes—” Miguel gasps. His eyes roll back and he lands a hand atop Peter’s messy hair. He grabs a fistful and thrusts just a bit out of rhythm against Peter’s beat. Peter keeps sucking and bobbing in the front, while his fingers to the work in the back. “O-Oh shit—” Miguel grits.
Peter focuses, but luckily his multitasking abilities are on high function today. He fingers every single groan and whine while sucking every last drop of dignity out of Miguel. With every release of a breathy mewl, Peter can practically feel the stress evaporate off of Miguel’s body. A finger fucking and a sucking is just what he needed.
Peter’s two fingers are striking and curling, his tongue swirling while his throat constricts. Damn he might just cum like this, on his knees, no attention to his own leaking dick in his suit. He could get off to just watching Miguel get his fix. He could watch Miguel jerk off and he would be grateful.
Peter lets Miguel throat fuck him. Miguel would thrust into the tight warm confines of his mouth while fucking himself stupid onto Peter’s long fingers. It’s a win-win.
Miguel lets out a string of lewd swears between gasps of pleasure. Something in those words shout he was going to cum if Peter heard it correctly. If that’s what he said he didn’t care. He stays put.
Miguel releases into Peter with cry. Peter’s fingers penetrating as deep as they can go, making sure to erupt that sweet spot spike.
Peter swallows everything he can, his own eyes watering. He’s left gasping as Miguel pulls out completely, his softening cock leaving Peter’s tongue. Peter’s fingers leave him too. Miguel hisses from the emptiness and has to lean on the console behind him for stability. They stay like that for a few seconds, Miguel’s suit conjuring up despite the fluids on his body.
“Peter… let me…” Miguel breathes, completely dazed and too out of it to even get a sentence out.
“Ah… don’t worry about it.” Peter smiles with red numb lips.
“What? Are you not…” Miguel’s eyes land to Peter’s crotch, where a wet mark covers the area.
Peter quickly covers his groin with an embarrassed grin. “Haha… yeah, don’t worry about it.” Peter blushes harder than he already has been.
“Did you…” Miguel trails off. It took him a few seconds to understand that Peter came in his pants—his suit. He tiredly quirks an amused brow.
“Yeah, yeah….” Peter rubs the back of his neck and clears his sore throat. “Feel better?”
Miguel huffs a laugh and shakes his head as he adjusts his stance. He holds out a hand down to Peter who takes it with a shy smile. Miguel helps Peter stand and couldn’t help but stare at Peter’s now pretty obvious problem. “A lot better now.”
“Yeah, yeah, get your laughs out.” Peter rolls his eyes playfully and rests his hands on Miguel’s waist.
Miguel cups Peter’s chin gently and leans down to share a soft kiss.
“Hm, is that what I taste like?” Miguel licks his own lips.
“Good right?” Peter wiggles his eyebrows, making the both of them laugh.
They stand like that for a little, basking in the other’s company. Sure, the sex is great, but the softness they can capture together is even greater.
“Oh! I’ve been meaning to ask!” Peter steps back excitedly and takes Miguel’s hands in his. “You’re invited to dinner with me and MJ! Of course, May will be there, but I figured that was obvious—but oh! You don’t have to come up with an answer now—just uh some time to think! I mean I don’t want to pressure you or anything, so I totally understand if—”
“Peter.”
“Yup, gonna stop talking now.”
Miguel thinks. This would be the first somewhat formal dinner date with him and Peter… and Mary-Jane. Shit this would be the first time Miguel would be interacting with Mary-Jane and Peter in their home setting. This is big. This is huge.
What if Mary-Jane ends up not liking him? What if he makes a fool of himself? What if Peter decides his inclusion was a mistake after all? What if he ends up intruding?
“Miguel?” Peter’s concerned stare and voice snaps him out of his thoughts. “You don’t have to come up with an answer now. Hell, you don’t have to say yes but… take some time to think about it, okay? We’d really like for you to be there, but there’s no rush.” Peter smiles and rubs his thumbs to the back of Miguel’s hands. “We want you to be comfortable. I want you to be happy too. Just… take some time to think about it?”
Miguel swallows and eventually nods.
“Great!” Peter presses a kiss to Miguel’s forehead and embraces him in a hug. Miguel buries his face into the crook of Peter’s neck. “Oh uh, we might want to put those flowers in a vase.”
Miguel pulls back and takes a look at the nearly half shredded flowers still lying on the console. “Oh shit.”
“Or what’s left of them.” Peter chuckles.
Miguel covers his face in embarrassment. A nice gift from Peter and he’s already shredded them. Oops.