Work Text:
Miguel was sitting at his control panel, trying to track an anomaly that was proving difficult for even Lyla to pinpoint a location on (slippery little motherfucker) when he heard the doors to his sanctum open and he huffed out a breath upon hearing Peter B Parker whistling from down below. Lyla turned around from her place floating next to Miguel's head and giggled. "Your boyfriend is on his way up."
Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose, mumbling to himself in Spanish before tilting his head back against the headrest of his chair, staring up at the ceiling. "I'm not a fucking teenager, Lyla," he grumbled.
She rolled her eyes as she turned to look at Miguel. "Yeah, well, you two are dating, so he's your boyfriend and MJ is your girlfriend. I don't know what to tell you." She turned away from him again and waved enthusiastically. "Hi, Peter!"
Peter strolled up behind Miguel's chair, grinning at the little AI. "Hi, Lyla!" he said before looking down at the taller man, grin still in place. "Hi, Miguel."
Miguel rolled his eyes before lifting his head back up and starting to tap at the screens, swiping through different videos and maps. "Parker," he said in lieu of a greeting.
"How's it going?" The older man asked before rounding the office chair and looking at the monitors. "Who's this guy? He looks like a pain in the ass."
"He has been," Miguel replied dryly, pausing a close up video of a monster sized Scorpion. "Can I help you with something or were you just leaving?"
Peter blew a breath out through his lips. "Harsh. I can't just come see my boyfriend?"
Miguel felt his cheeks heat at hearing the term come from Peter. "Can I help you with something?" He repeated. He needed to track this thing before it jumped again.
"You can always help me with something, honey," he said, his voice dripping with seduction.
Miguel looked at him from the corner of his eye. "Not right now, I need to track this. We can go when I finish."
Peter whined rounding the chair to the other side, leaning his hip against the panel Miguel was working on. "Aww come on, that chair would be perfect for me to sit on your lap and take your cock."
"And with that, I'm out," Lyla said before throwing up two peace signs and popping out of existence.
"Can you lock the doors on your way out? Thank you, Lyla!" Peter called in a singsong voice.
Miguel's vision blurred slightly as blood rushed south. Peter's mouth was going to get him in trouble one of these days, Miguel swore it. "Parker," Miguel growled, deep in his throat.
Peter's eyes lit up with mischief. "You know I'm right, you can't deny that. And imagine how pretty I would look." He leaned on the armrest of Miguel's chair, putting his mouth right against Miguel's ear. "Making me take all of your cock, making me bounce on it. I bet I would make the prettiest noises too."
Miguel felt his claws dig into the other armrest, ideas and images flitting through his mind. He needed to stay focused, he couldn't afford distractions. The multiverse needed him. "Peter," he said, his voice pitched deeper. "I need to get this tracking done. We can do that in my bed later."
Peter pushed away, groaning. "You're no fun," he huffed out as he rested his butt against the panel again, crossing his arms.
Miguel smiled and huffed out a laugh through his nose before going back to the video, slowing it down to try to get any detail he could on this new villain variant. He felt Peter lean into him again, starting to mouth at his neck.
"Peter," he warned again, stilling his hands.
"What? I'm not even here, don't worry about me," Peter murmured as he laid one hand on Miguel's thigh and the other on the opposite arm rest.
Miguel gasped as Peter nipped harshly at his neck through the suit, making it flicker. Peter dragged his lips up to bite his ear lobe. "Or is my sweet little kitten too scared to get caught in his own office?" he taunted.
That did it. Miguel's nostrils flared as he turned and yanked Peter into his lap, making the older spider yelp. Miguel pulled him flush against his chest as he blindly tapped on his watch until the crotch of his suit dissolved and was replaced by a hefty sized strap on. Peter groaned as Miguel grabbed his ass and kneaded it harshly, feeling the give it had.
"Alright, you can't be patient? Fine," Miguel snarled as he gripped the fabric of Peter's suit and ripped it.
Peter gasped at the cold air that hit the skin of his ass and Miguel tore the pants clean in half, leaving him in just the top of his suit and his robe. "M-Miguel–" he whined.
"Nuh uh, if you're going to be a brat, I'm going to treat you like a brat," he hissed as he slid a now bare finger towards his hole, stopping short when he felt something there already. "Oh, is that why you were coming in here, panting at me to fuck you? Cause you opened yourself up for me and needed to be filled?" He pulled on the plug before pushing it back up into Peter, watching his face contort in pleasure.
Peter gripped Miguel's shoulders hard before tilting his face down, resting his chin on his chest as his breathing picked up. He opened his eyes to look at Miguel through his lashes. "Come on, Miguel, please," he begged.
Miguel hummed, enjoying torturing Peter with the plug. "Not yet," he breathed, pushing his face into Peter's neck, inhaling deeply before scraping his fangs gently down the column. "How long have you been like this? Walking around, waiting for me to fill you up?"
Peter moaned loudly as he shifted his hips, trying to fuck himself down on the plug, desperation making his limbs shake already. "I-I don't know, a couple hours?" he whined as Miguel stopped moving the plug. "Come on or I'll go find someone else to fuck me," he growled back at Miguel, meeting his eye with a challenge burning in his gaze.
Miguel’s lip twitched up into a snarl before pulling the plug out and tossing it on the floor, making Peter yelp and claw at his shoulders. He had one hand on Peter's hip and the other holding his cock in place to help it slide into the older man.
He gripped Peter's hips in both hands as he impaled him, making Peter throw his head back, hands moving down to his arms to grip tightly, his mouth hanging open.
"That's it, puppy, take it all like a good boy," Miguel growled into his neck, his fangs itching with the need to sink into him.
"M-Miguel, fuck, is that all you got? Come on, I know you got bigger cocks than this one," Peter said, trying to sound unaffected from Miguel grinding up into his prostate.
"Hmmm, what, is it not big enough for you? Should I get you something bigger? Something that will leave you drooling all over yourself the second I slide into you?" Miguel taunted as he gave little thrusts of his hips.
Peter whimpered as he shifted his hips, needing more. "M-Miguel, come on, man, help me out here," he panted out.
Miguel hummed as he sat back a little, hands moving to rest on the arms of the chair. "No, I don't think so. I think you're going to ride me and I'm going to watch you come undone on my cock," he leaned forward a little bit to lick a stripe up Peter's Adam's apple, making Peter twitch.
Peter made a keening noise in his throat at that and shifted his knees slightly and Miguel caught it, smirking to himself me.
"Too much, sweet thing?" he teased, rubbing Peter's hip gently.
Peter looked square into his face, not a hint of hesitation. "No, I'm just trying to figure out the best way to irritate you into fucking me properly," he said, a sly grin on his face as he grinded his hips down, letting out a breathy little noise.
Miguel's pupils dilated as he watched Peter take his pleasure. He loved watching Peter move in any context; he had a grace about him that nobody else he had ever met, Spider or otherwise, had. He played like he was clumsy, but Miguel had watched him in many different scenarios, and he had a fluidity about him that made Miguel want to drag him off to some supply closet and use that movement and flexibility for his own gain.
"Oh yeah? Think you can manage that, pretty boy?" he taunted back, making Peter whine as his hips jolted at the nickname, making his pretty cock bob against the top of his suit.
"Fuck, man, come on, I'm serious about finding someone else to fuck me, someone else will probably fuck me within an inch of my life like I want," Peter moaned out, his head lolling to the side.
Miguel's nostrils flared and his eyes widened as he breathed out a laugh, a feral smile on his face. "You wouldn't, you like how I do this too much. I can go for as long as you want unlike those other bastards."
"Nah," Peter moaned out, "The other Spider People can go for a while too. Maybe I can go hit Ben up, he's here, right? Probably brooding somewhere."
Miguel's hands shot back to Peter's hips, his own hips starting to piston up into Peter, making him cry out and grab his wrists again.
"Ben could never give you what I do, could he? You're mine, aren't you? My cute little puppy that takes cock like he was made for it," Miguel ground out, his teeth clenched, fangs bared. He thrust his hips up at a brutal pace, making Peter let out little punched out noises.
“I-I don’t know, sweetheart,” Peter panted, putting emphasis on the nickname. “I’ve heard he’s got, oh my god, heard he’s got a pretty good thing going on. Heard he’s, ah, heard he’s huge.”
How was he so good at this? Miguel knew what Peter was doing. He knew he was trying to goad him into getting what he wanted. Which, Miguel thought, he basically already did; Miguel was fucking him in his chair like he wanted. But now he was pushing Miguel’s buttons, and for what?
“Why are you doing this, Peter?” Miguel purred into his neck, gripping his hips harder as he grinded up into the older man. “You know you can just ask for what you want.”
Peter cried out as Miguel milked his prostate, making him tuck his face into the taller man’s neck, muffling his noises there. “I-I don’t know what you’re, ngh, what you’re ta-alking about.”
Miguel hummed as he dragged a hand up Peter’s hip, under the top of his Spider-Man suit, and pinched a nipple. Peter arched his back beautifully, a pleasant red color tinging his cheeks from the tips of his ears all the way down to under the suit.
“You don’t have to get me riled up in order for me to fuck you,” Miguel reiterated, pressing his thumb nail into Peter’s nipple making the man cry out and press into the contact.
Peter tried to catch his breath and chuckled lightly. “Didn’t know you went soft on me, big guy, I’ll keep that in mind.”
Fuck this. Miguel stood up, gripping under Peter’s ass and threw him on the console, pressing a large hand into Peter’s chest to keep him in place. Peter cried out at the sudden change, his eyes wide as he stared up at Miguel.
“You want me to go harder? Fine, I’ll go harder,” Miguel growled as he started to piston his hips into Peter, punching the air out of his lungs.
Peter wailed as Miguel fucked into him, his fingers sliding across the fabric of Miguel’s suit, unable to get a proper hold. He finally got a hold on Miguel’s hair and pulled his head down to rest in the crook of his neck.
“M-Miguel, fuck fuck, please, bite me, please please please,” Peter begged, the bratiness seemingly fucked right out of his head. He gripped Miguel’s hair harder and threw his head back at a brutal thrust, his cock drooling all over his suit.
Miguel's ears rang when he grasped what Peter had said. He hooked a finger into the neck of Peter’s suit, pulling it down to give him access to his throat. He opened his mouth, letting his fangs graze the skin there, making Peter whimper, before he sank his teeth in, clenching his jaw.
Peter screamed as he came untouched, his back arching up off the table as Miguel continued to fuck into him at a harsh pace. His hand slipped from Miguel’s hair and laid flat on the table as the venom started to work through his system.
"F-Fuck, Miguel, please," Peter whined as his body went lax under Miguel.
The taller man clenched his jaw once more before pulling back, blood smeared across his lips. "Please what, Peter?" He growled as he slowed his hips, keeping a steady pace.
Peter's eyes rolled into the back of his head as his body shifted up the console, prompting Miguel to grab his hips to keep him in place. "Don't stop, please, I'll–I'll be good, just don't stop."
Miguel sucked in a harsh breath at that, as he picked the pace back up. He wasn't going as fast as before, but he was going harder this time.
"Like this, B?" Miguel hummed, nosing at Peter's neck.
Peter cried out, his fingers twitching. "M-Miguel, I–I –fuck," Peter whimpered incoherently as his cock gave another jump and drooled again, a second orgasm rolling through him before the first was even over.
Miguel slowed his hips to a stop, keeping himself buried inside of his partner, breathing heavily. He pet his fingers through Peter's hair, along his face, tracing his nose.
“Hey, you still with me?” Miguel asked softly as he grazed his lips along Peter’s jaw.
Peter panted as he laid on the console, eyes closed, limbs still useless. He swallowed and hummed low. “Yeah, I am.”
Miguel pulled out as gently as he could, making Peter whine. He picked Peter up, arms behind his shoulders and under knees before hopping off the platform and walking to his quarters that were tucked into a corner of the room. He laid the older man out on the bed, gently taking the rest of his spider suit off.
Miguel chuckled as he sat next to Peter, petting his hair as he dozed.
“What’s so funny?” Peter slurred.
“You,” Miguel responded immediately.
Peter whined at that.
“Kitten? Really? Did you want me to fuck you in my chair that bad?”
“I’ll tell you what Sherlock Holmes,” Peter said in a terrible Scottish accent, “You are unbelievable.”
Miguel huffed out a breath as he picked up a pillow and shoved it in Peter’s face.
Peter had some motor control back so he pulled it off before grabbing Miguel around the neck and pulling him down to kiss him breathless.