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It’s the sound of his laugh that catches Peter’s attention. Which is a feat in itself due to the noisy atmosphere caused by the bar patrons.
It isn’t boisterous or over the top, but a calm one. An easy chuckle that gives him butterflies.
Peter is mesmerized by the ease with which the man interacts with his friends. How cool and laid-back he appears to be. How he commands attention without the need of flexing.
Peter has been watching him all night, waiting for the right moment to make his move.
The moment comes when the man finishes his drink and then makes his way to the bar. Peter’s eyes are immediately drawn to the thickness of the man’s thighs and the shape of his curvy ass all wrapped in the tightest jeans Peter’s ever seen.
He follows him, rehearsing in his mind what he should say to catch the attention of this beautiful, inconspicuous man.
He reaches the bar, hand reaching out to touch the man’s shoulder, but he freezes as striking red eyes bore into his.
“You’re a hard man to find, Peter Parker.”
The man says in place of a proper greeting. There’s a knowing smirk painted on his lips, and Peter can’t tear his eyes away.
He tries to speak, but every time he opens his mouth, he chokes.
It doesn’t even register that this man knows him, calls him by his government name, speaks to him as if they have some sort of “catch me if you can” type of history.
He’s too caught up in the man’s deep, velvety voice and mind-blowing scent. Too caught up in the smoothness of his skin and the protruding fangs of his teeth. Too caught up in the fantasy of this man ripping off his clothes and fucking him in this crowded bar while everyone watches.
He snaps out of it when he feels a hand on his hip. Peter clears his throat and asks for a name.
Miguel, he says, then he asks Peter if he would like a drink.
—
Peter is up against the door of Miguel’s hotel room with one leg thrown over the man’s shoulder. His arms are pinned above his head with one of Miguel’s hands while the other has a tight grip on his ass.
Miguel is a fucking pro with his cock, thrusting impossibly deep, hitting that spot that has him losing his mind. He’s whispering filth into his ear, voice hard and gruff. He’s encouraging Peter to let it out, to let everyone in close distance know how good he’s getting it.
Peter has never known the idea of people hearing him cry out while getting fucked would be so appealing. It overwhelms him. So much so that he suddenly comes all over his and Miguel’s chest. There’s so much, and it keeps coming. And…
Holy shit!
He doesn’t know how he’ll recover from this. If he ever will.
Miguel carries Peter to the large bed and flips him on his stomach.
He feels Miguel’s nails dig into the meat of his ass, his tongue deep inside his slicked-up hole. Within minutes, maybe hours, Peter is shaking for release. He begs and pleads and sobs. He needs Miguel to touch him, he needs to touch himself.
But the way he’s being held down, the possessive way Miguel licks and bites at his ass leaves him weak and at this man’s mercy.
Without warning, Miguel’s cock is driving into him, harsh and relentless.
Peter’s eyes roll back and the sheets beneath him tear from his grip. It’s too much, it’s not enough, it’s hot pleasure washing over him and ready for release.
He bites down on the pillow and screams as his second orgasm sends him over the edge and into darkness.
—
When he comes to, he finds Miguel at the table in his boxer briefs, staring down at what looks like a tablet.
He reaches a hand towards him and whines, trying to get his attention with as few words as possible. Miguel looks over to Peter and smiles. He locks the tablet then crawls onto the bed pulling Peter close as he leans against the headboard.
It dawns on Peter that Miguel knows him, and has been looking for him. He asks about it.
Miguel sighs, “I have this team. I’d like you to join us.”
Peter listens as he explains the Spider-Society and its mission, as he explains the perks and benefits. They’re still in their early stages, but he’s enthusiastic about its future.
In all honesty, Peter already decided to follow this man to the ends of the earth as soon as he laid eyes on him.
He’s a bit reckless in that regard, he knows. But he’s drawn to Miguel like a magnet, and the look in Miguel’s eyes tells Peter that he feels the same.
He’s tired now, though. He’s been going nonstop to keep his city safe. He needs a break, a vacation. He tells Miguel he should join him.
Miguel looks down at him with a smile.
“Yeah, cariño. I can do that.”