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Peter was such a good lover, honestly. Maybe a little lazy at times but he put in the effort to bring pleasure, and he brought it so well… Man is so gentle to be honest.
Like, really tender.
He praises and he caresses so sweetly and he fucks you so slowly until you cried because you couldnt handle the affection and the dizzying pleasure. And Miguel liked that!
Well.
Miguel… liked it. He loved Peter’s sweetness. Despite how annoying it was often. When Miguel wouldnt want to vocally point out what he wanted he’d… Physically demand it. Moving his hips in a tempting manner, spreading his cheeks luring the person in, biting, acting like a brat, exaggerating sobs and moans– you get the point.
But Peter? God fucking dammit, that sexy son of a bitch. He was too good at it. He was too good at making Miguel fold so quickly even if Miguel's preferred pace was fast. Rough. Harsh even!
Miguel didnt know if Peter was being this oblivious on purpose but it was evident that despite Peter's ability to make him cum satisfied, Miguel wanted more.
And it certainly didnt help whenever he was on a mission with Peter (with Mayday kept safe back in HQ) because jesus christ, the way he swings his arms to throw a punch, the way he tightly wraps his web to the anomaly's neck to subdue the thing, the tight grip Peter had on the villain to keep the bastard in place.
It was driving him crazy.
Peter was driving him crazy
Miguel couldnt take it anymore. The sexual frustration bubbling further in his stomach waiting to burst like a pipe and each and every sexy thing Peter did aggressively let the bolts loosen up and remove itself.
Right now, Peter was kissing Miguel, who was perched atop on his own table with his legs spread. Peter's thumb softly squeezing the meat on Miguel's waist and traveling up to gently cup the man's face as their tongues dance in a wet, hot, messy unison. The was the final bolt that loosened, opening the pipes. Miguel was desperate.
"Peter stop" And of course he does. Peter is quick but gentle to get his mouth and hands off of Miguel's body. Of course he is.
"What's wrong? Do you want me to stop?"
"Peter... aay.. por dios- the last thing I want you to do right now is to stop-stop"
Miguel spoke in monotone, slightly irritated mumbles. Peter smiles softly and tilts his head to the side.
"Just tell me what you want.."
Easier said than done, something deep in Miguel's gut refused to want to ask for it. Not even beg, just straight up ask for it. The younger man frowns a little impatiently with a flushed look on his face.
Miguel huffs his breath as he tries to swallow his pride. Peter waits there ever so patiently.
"I want you... to... be roughwithme...."
"Diiiidnt quite catch that buddy..." Peter chuckles to himself and Miguel grows even more irritated
"Puta madre Peter- I want you to FUCK me. Stop being so gentle with me- please you're driving me SHOCKING insane"
And peter looks at him with an unreadable expression. For once he isnt making a quick joke or a witty statement to lighten the mood. Miguel swallows a silent gulp, thinking hes crossed the line.
His anxiety is quickly dissipated when Peter shoves his head down onto the table. The hit of the sturdy material hitting the back of his head made him utterly delirious. Instead of a pained groan he practically moans.
Peter's strong hands were covering mostly his mouth and squishing his nose so it definitely made breathing hard to do and just by doing so made Miguel even dumber.
Peter laughs, not the soft laughs be was accustomed to. A really asshole kind of laugh. Miguel couldnt understand what pater was saying exactly but he knew that Peter was openly mocking his enjoyment for this.
It was when he gasps when he feels nails digging into the skin of his torso. Trailing down and down until Peter's fingers were roughly pressing down on his already hard cock. Miguel wasted no time and made that part of the suit glitch away and exposed the meat.
Though, the next action causes Miguel to scream out in pain. He was expecting Peter to stroke his dick, maybe even tease it or something.
Nothing prepared Miguel for the fact that Peter straight up slapped the sensitive head of his hard cock. Miguel growls and whines at the sudden impact. Though he pleasantly doesnt move his hips away, in fact he raises them as if hes asking for more.
"God your so fucking sad. Look at you... raising up your hips when I slap that disgusting cock of yours" Peter says. Hitting Miguel's on his inner thighs and spitting on his hand, only for it to wetly smack Miguel's cockhead without a single care in the world.
Miguel could only muffle a sob and a moan, gripping the table tightly as his talons peer marks through the glass-like table.
(Miguel would probably take a mental note to fix it later. No, buy a new one. Fuck fixing shit honestly. If he cant fix his own trauma might as well not fix a table while hes at it.)
"Fuck you. Look how fucking eager you are for this shit, its disgusting. You are such a disgusting person Miguel..." Peter murmurs with that deep, raspy, hypnotic voice of his. Miguel's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he lets himself get degraded like this.
Peter has has enough of slapping Miguel's cock. The tip was red enough and his base was throbbing whilst Miguel's face had a fucked expression on it. Peter's rarely done anything and Miguel already looks like he's cummed.
"Look at how fucked you look... Goddamn Miguel.." Peter grabs the lube from the pocket of his robe- (of course he has lube in his pocket-) and pours some of the viscous liquid on his fingers. He doesnt even waste any time and shoves 2 inside Miguel's hole. The stretch burns... deliciously burns so. Miguel actually makes an effort to keep his legs from closing out of fear of what Peter would do if he actually disobeyed.
Peter's fingers curl around that spot inside of Miguel that has his toes curling. His mouth still being covered and held down by Peter's strong fist so he could only let out muffled whines at how much he was taking. Peter eventually let's go of his face and brings his hands down to grip Miguel's thighs and place one of them on his shoulders.
"P-Peter-Peter- SHOCK!-" Miguel yells out when Peter had immediately buried his cock balls deep inside Miguel. Remember that burning feeling Miguel felt earlier? Welp, he surely felt it even more now. Thanks to Peter and this new pace of sexy, irresistible sadism.
Peter stops for a second though, leans down until his face is beside Miguel's.
"Just say our safe word and everything's off"
Miguel smiles softly at the reassurance. Obviously he didnt need it but it was nice to know Peter still had some of that gentleness in him. He chuckles, like hes a drunk person (drunk from Peter's cock that's for sure)
"Peter I dont want to be able to walk once we're done. Stop taking so many liberties with me..." And that may have been it. Peter finally throws out any sense of softness out the window and onto the slums in poverty of the more deeper parts of Nueva York.