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Miguel could feel the cool wall press against his back, the harsh grip of his partner on his hip and ribs. He bit his lower lip, pushing his head back against the wall behind him, trying his best to be quiet.
Peter held Miguel in place as much as he can. He knew Miguel could free himself without even really trying. If he wanted to, at least. But he didn't seem to have the urge to free himself.
Miguel's claws scratched the wallpaper and the stone beneath it. He couldn't really control them when he got distracted like that. And he really didn't want to hurt Peter so he kept his hands away from him. For now...
Peter could feel the heavy breaths of his boyfriend, felt him lose control more and more. He pressed his tongue against Miguel's nipple, tasting the metal of the barbell.
"Are these your only piercings?" Peter grinned, looking up to him. Miguel needed a moment to collect himself before he was able to grin in this self-assured way he always did.
"No. Why? Do you want to find out where the others are?"
Peter couldn't take his partner's grin seriously. He saw the scratches on the wall. Plus, he knew exactly how easy it was to get Miguel back to the place where he was about to lose his mind. He knew how easily it was to make him beg.
For the first time, Miguel wore his piercings while they made out. Though, Peter had already known that Miguel's nipples were pierced. They had never gone as far as them both being naked. Till now, they had never had enough time to actually have sex. Peter had gotten some hand- and blowjobs. He even had tried nipple play on Miguel a few times (it had gone great!), but more than that had never happened.
So it was possible that Miguel had always worn his piercings in his private parts without Peter knowing.
Peter grabbed Miguel's neck, pulling him towards the bed, pushing him onto the mattress and then taking a seat on his lap. He put a hand on Miguel's crotch, feeling his hard length under his hand. Lightly, he rubbed over it.
Immediately, he noticed Miguel's breath hitch, getting heavier. Just for a moment.
Miguel grabbed his partner's wrist and slowly pushed his hand under the waistband of his pants. Peter's hand was still above Miguel's underwear but the fabric was thin so Peter could feel pretty much everything.
His fingertips glided along the length of his partner. He could feel the little locking balls under his fingers. "How many are there?" he asked a little surprised.
"That's my Jacob's Ladder piercing. Nine barbells over the entire length."
Peter had to think a little too hard to calculate how many locking balls there are. "Eighteen..." he mumbled. Miguel nodded: "You genius."
Peter made a face. He had probably been insulted if he had been able to focus on Miguel's teasing.
"They are going to tear me in half!" he said shocked. Miguel raised an eyebrow. Peter looked at him confused. "Who said I want to fuck you?" Miguel asked, grinning at Peter.
Peter swallowed and let himself fall back: "Oh... I though because we're... I mean... Well, we... Of course we don't..." "Peter, you idiot." Miguel sighed, shaking his head like a disappointed teacher. Er sat him and pulled Peter back onto his lap.
"I want to have sex with you, you idiot." "But you said-" Peter started, stopping himself when Miguel leaned in, his breath hitting the skin of Peter's ear. "Peter, I want you to put your dick up my ass and fuck me till I can't remember my own name."
Miguel could hear Peter's heart beat faster and him holding his breath at the same time.
"Oh..." he breathed.
"Tell me what you want me to do. How you want me. Use me like a toy. Do whatever you want to me." Miguel whispered into Peter's ear. Peter sat back up, pressed his hand against Miguel's chest. Miguel laid back down, looked up to Peter, waiting what he would do.
"Will I hurt you if I..." Peter didn't even really know what he meant. He had never had sex with someone who had so many piercings. Especially not down there.
"Try to be a bit careful but basically you can't hurt me if you fuck me or wank me off. Another little tip: I have a piercing on my testicles. It's called Hafada, even though you probably don't know what that means. Plus the nine barbells. And the ones in my nipples. That's all I'm wearing right now. Well, at least the ones that are important for you."
Peter nodded, not exactly sure how to comprehend all of that.
Peter nodded, still not really believing any of that.
But Miguel wanted him to tell him what to do. That couldn't really be that hard. Beside the fact that Miguel was probably a total brat when actually being told what to do...
"Take off your clothes." Peter said.
Miguel got up from the bed and went to get undressed.
Peter watched him. Watched the nipple piercings glimmer in the soft light. Miguel's pants found their way to the floor. He wasn't trying to make a show out of it but with a body like Miguel's it was a strip tease nonetheless.
At least, he had the kindness to not take off his underwear in one go with the pants so Peter still had time to prepare himself.
In the end, he wasn't prepared.
When Miguel hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear and went to push it off his hips, Peter held his breath. If he had been aware how much he was staring in that moment, he'd probably been ashamed. But he wasn't aware so his eyes shamelessly scanned every millimeter of Miguel's tanned skin.
His hair wasn't styled as usual. His upper body showed some scratches and scars. His muscles were clearly visible thanks to the low light. Even without Miguel flexing them. For a moment Peter admired the smooth skin of his chest. It was the first time he actually noticed that there was not a single hair on his chest. And just as he started to question that, he noticed that Miguel also barely had beard growth.
"Oh..." he mumbled. He wasn't sure why he had said it out loud. He wasn't even sure what exactly he was admiring right now. It seemed so surreal that Miguel was an actual human being. It seemed impossible for a human to be that beautiful.
Finally, he let his gaze travel farther down. A thin line of hair - obviously, trimmed and shaved into form - made its way from his bellybutton to his intimate area.
His length wasn't very surprising. Peter had expected it to be above average. And it definitely was. But with the way Miguel's body was build, it still seemed like average.
"Come here." Peter breathed, still in disbelief. He was speaking so quietly, he could barely hear himself but Miguel still reacted. He came closer till he was standing at the edge of the bed where Peter was kneeling.
Peter's erection was very visible through his sweatpants. He didn't even want to think about the fact that he wasn't wearing any underwear under it that could maybe hide it just a tiny bit.
It was too late, anyway. Miguel had definitely already seen it.
On the other hand, his penis wasn't really new to his partner so it didn't really matter anymore.
"Mig..." he whispered and immediately he felt a big hand caress his cheek. "We don't have to do any of this if you don't want to, Peter. You just have to say No." "That's not what I mean. I want that. Desperately. You are just so beautiful... So much more than I am."
"Hey, I won't let you talk about my boyfriend like this." Miguel said in a serious tone. He leaned down to Peter, kissing him urgently. Peter wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him onto the bed. Even though he loved topping and being a bit more dominant over Miguel, he still liked feeling his body weight on him, having him hover above him.
The taller one knew what Peter like. Like he was programmed to do so, he let his hand wander down to Peter's hip and lifted it off the mattress. Quietly, Peter moaned, feeling his length press against Miguel's. Only the thin layer of fabric of Peter's sweatpants between them.
"I am naked. It's only fair if you get undressed as well." Miguel growled. Peter saw his claws come out. "Oh fuck no! Miguel! I really like those pants, I will be mad as hell if you tear them apart!" he shouted, slightly panicking.
Usually, Miguel had really good control over his claws but Peter still wasn't a fan of the possibility of getting scratched and basically gutted with claws like that.
"You are no fun..." Miguel complained, still grinning, though. Peter knew he didn't actually mean it. He laid Miguel's hands on his hips and Miguel hooked his fingers under the waistband of Peter's pants, pilling them down.
"Seriously?" he laughed when he noticed Peter had gone commando.
"I just wanted to make things easier for you." Peter shrugged. Miguel rose an eyebrow, grinning sarcastically: "Oh, how generous of you. What would I do without you?"
Peter smirked and wrapped his fingers around Miguel's penis. He let his fingertips glide over the locking balls of the barbells, carefully checking their placement and how they felt.
"Can I suck you off?" Peter asked, shyly. "You can do everything you want to me, Peter." Miguel let himself fall onto his back, pulling a pillow under his head. Peter wanted to take him back into his hand and pump him but he didn't know if he would hurt Miguel.
Carefully, he laid down between Miguel's legs. Miguel laid his legs over Peter's shoulders, not putting the entire weight on him. He looked down to Peter. "Let me know if I'm hurting you. This is all... new to me." "Don't worry. I will be fine, mijo."
Peter leaned down to Miguel's length, carefully taking it in his hand. For a moment he just looked at the piercings. He didn't want to imagine the pain Miguel must have been in when getting these done. But it was somehow really hot... And maybe he could convince Miguel to fuck him with these in at some point. He preferred topping but he was really curious how the piercings would feel inside of him.
"I know you want to take your time but I'm really fucking hard..." "Beg me." Peter grinned, "We don't want to lose our manners, do we?"
Annoyed, Miguel growled, laying his hand back. Peter felt a little tickle in his stomach when he heard the growl. It was the kind of growl that somehow sounded Spanish, even though Peter did not know how that was possible.
"Dios mío, Peter..."
"Fuck..." Peter breathed. He hadn't meant to say it out loud. Miguel wasn't supposed to know how much Peter was into it when Miguel spoke Spanish.
Of course, Miguel had noticed.
"Por favor, Peter." he moaned. Peter knew he was being dramatic, using even more sarcasm than usual. But fuck, it sounded so damn hot!
Innocently, Peter blinked at him: "I don't think you actually mean that." "Peter, por favor!" Miguel moaned, brushing his hand through his hair. Peter bit his lower lip, trying his utter best to hold down a moan.
"Buen chico..." he mumbled before pressing his lips to the tip of Miguel's length.
Miguel breathed a laugh, probably because of Peter's pronunciation, maybe he also didn't have a praise kink. And maybe Google Translator just sucked and Peter just hadn't said what he had meant to say.
Quickly, his laugh got replaced by a moan, though. He threw his head back, moaning loudly. Peter was pretty sure, he was mumbling something in Spanish but he couldn't understand him.
Lightly, Peter sucked at the tip of Miguel's erection, carefully, letting his head glide deeper. Full of curiosity, he pressed his flat tongue against the underside of his member, desperate, not to miss the feeling of the piercings in his mouth.
Miguel thanked him by moaning his name in a thick Spanish accent. His hands were buried in his own hair. He did not manage to keep his eyes open. Over and over again, he groaned something Peter couldn't understand for the life of him.
Peter's nostrils flattered. Miguel's tip had not yet arrived at his throat but Peter knew it was about to. Finally, his tongue found a taste of metal. Carefully, he wiggled his tongue a little, trying to find the little bar under the soft skin. He noticed Miguel getting louder and louder, pressing his thighs together.
For a moment, Peter felt like his head was about to get crushed but then Miguel luckily remembered that there was someone between his legs and spread his legs again.
Shortly after, he felt the big hand of his partner grab his hair and pull on it. He moaned, taking the length deeper into his mouth.
"Fuck... You're doing so good... Dios mío, Peter!"
Peter looked up to him. He grinned when he saw his partner's fangs. Finally, he was losing control...
Miguel pressed his hands into the mattress, didn't know how long he could keep his claws under control. He didn't want to hurt Peter.
Peter sat up, letting his partner's penis slowly glide out of his mouth. Carefully, he pressed a wet kiss onto his member, grabbing one of the barbells with his lips and carefully pulling on it, watched Miguel jerk up in shock, not really able to comprehend that feeling.
His red eyes stared Peter down. Peter didn't know if this was a warning or if he was just shocked or if he just wanted to watch him. So he grinned at him, as apologizing as possible, licking over the barbell he had pulled on.
Carefully, he kissed his way farther down, licking along the metal and playing with the barbells, teasing Miguel with his tongue.
"I see you like my piercings..." Miguel mumbled, petting Peter's hair with the back of his hand. "You have no idea how hot this is..." Peter sighed, looking at the piercings, still completely stunned. Slowly, he let his tongue glide deeper, reaching the Hafada for the first time. He put his lips around it, sucking on it.
"Oh fuck..." Miguel breathed, when peter started to play with his balls with mouth and fingers. Every time, Peter looked up to him, Miguel seemed huge. And at the same time he could not believe how unbelievable hot he was.
His chest rose and sunk quickly, his nipples were hard and perky. The red eyes seemed to be completely unfocused and still, Peter felt like Miguel was staring directly into his soul.
"Mig?" Peter whispered, pressing his lips gently against the inside of Miguel's thick thigh.
"Hmm?" Miguel mumbled calmly. He raised his head to be able to look at Peter more comfortably, brushing his hair out of his face. "Can I fuck you?" Peter asked. Again, he blinked at him like he was the most innocent little creature you could come across in the whole universe even though they both knew he definitely wasn't.
But Miguel didn't seem to pay attention to his eyes, anyway. Instead, he stared at Peter's lips. Lightly swollen from the blowjob, glimmering wet in the soft light.
He looked so fucking hot!
"Yeah... Just take me already..." he mumbled. "Do you want me to-" "If you ask me if I want to prep me, I'll rip out your throat with my teeth! Just fuck me!"
Peter already wanted to apologize but then he remembered that Miguel was just being a fucking brat. He had wanted to be the submissive one. So Peter would remind him that he was.
He let himself fall back, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Miguel stared at him in pure disbelief. Then he pushed himself up, laying back down in front of Peter. He just had to prop himself up on his elbows to be able to reach Peter's upper body.
Like he was asking for forgiveness, he started to press his lips against Peter's chest, carefully, licking his nipples, sucking dark marks into the soft skin of his torso and upper arms, kissing his hands, every fingertip.
"Lo lamento, mi amor." he whispered, "I'm sorry." He wrapped his arms around Peter, laying him down on the mattress next to him, still kissing him. Peter could not hold back the little giggle that was starting to bubble up in his chest.
"Te amo, cariño." Miguel whispered directly into Peter's ear, hugging him and kissing the spot under his ears that always made peter weak in the knees, licking along his neck. "I love you too." Peter smiled, cupping Miguel's cheek with his hand.
Miguel pushed himself up, leaning up to him and pressing a desperate kiss to his lips. Then he turned to the nightstand, pulling the drawer open and starting to search for something. Frustrated, he groaned as his hand brushed one of Mayday's baby toys for the fifth time.
"Peter, stop putting Mayday's stuff in here just because Miguel lost it in this bed! I literally store the condoms and that stuff in here!" He sat up to be finally able to look into the drawer. Quickly, he threw all of the toys out of the drawer and to the floor, making a mental note to clean all of that up later. Then he grabbed a condom and little bottle of lube.
"Sorry." Peter smirked, knowing damn well he would and probably will do it again. Miguel leaned towards him, kissing him urgently to get himself back in the mood after seeing so many kids' toys.
"Would your piercings rip a condom?" Peter asked, while he watched Miguel rip open the little plastic package. His question got a very uncomprehending look in return.
Then Miguel sighed: "Is that really important now? I wasn't planning on wearing the condom." "I'm curious." "Peter, I can feel how I'm getting soft again. Do you think we could possibly have this talk afterwards?"
Peter's hand reached out to Miguel's member and he started to pump it with soft pressure. "You seem plenty hard to me. And look at it like this... The sooner I get my answer, the sooner you get my dick." Miguel made a face.
"Yes, theoretically, it can happen that the piercings would rip the condom. But since I only got pretty little locking balls on the bars and don't have like rings or anything in, it is unlikely." he sighed, not wanting to admit how fucking desperate he was to get fucked by Peter now. He couldn't even look Peter in the eyes.
"Look at you... Being such a good boy." Peter smirked. He sat am and pressed a kiss to Miguel's cheek. "Please..." Miguel whimpered, his cheeks completely flushed, his gaze fixed on the condom in his hand.
"I promised, didn't I?" Peter softly said. Miguel straightened his back, sitting up straight. Immediately, he felt way taller to Peter. Not really surprising, since he was a lot taller. Peter didn't really mind.
Miguel still didn't seem to have given away all of his control but he was being extremely submissive, nevertheless. And Peter loved the sight he had watching Miguel beg more and more for him.
Peter cupped Miguel's cheek again, pressing soft kisses along the strong jar line his partner had. Miguel was pumping Peter's dick, carefully rolling the condom over it. Quietly, Peter moaned, kissing Miguel's chest and leaning his forehead against it. "May I?" Miguel asked. Peter nodded, putting his hands on Miguel's thighs. Slowly, Miguel raised his hip and placed Peter's tip on his entrance. Peter felt the muscles in Miguel's thighs flex.
"Fuck..." Miguel groaned, closing his eyes and pressing his teeth into his lower lip. His fangs pinching the skin, causing him to bleed. "Do you already regret that you didn't let me prep you?" Peter teased, letting his hand glide over the arch of Miguel's strong back.
"Ahhh~! Peter..." Miguel whimpered. His arms were crossed behind Peter's neck. He was trying his best to open his eyes and failed. There were little pearls of blood on his lower lip but Miguel just licked over his lip and it was gone.
Peter watched him, couldn't believe how amazing this man was. "God, you are so beautiful..." he whispered. He wasn't even sure if it was actually meant for Miguel's eyes or if he had just whispered it to himself in complete disbelief of how stunning his partner was.
But while he was absolutely gorgeous, he was also incredibly tight. It seemed nearly overwhelming. Miguel was whimpering and groaning at the same time, his hands clenched in fists to keep his claws from coming out and hurting Peter.
Every time, he lowered himself more onto Peter's length, his thighs trembled and his cock twitched slightly. Peter wasn't trying to control the movements of his partner. Miguel knew best what he liked and what would get him off.
Instead, he leaned closer, putting his lips around Miguel's nipple and sucked in it. His tongue played with the little locking ball. Then he tried to grab it with his teeth and pulled again, carefully. Miguel got louder immediately, burring his hand in Peter's hair and ripping on it.
Peter smirked: "You like that?" Miguel just nodded softly, was still barely able to open his eyes. His length was twitching in ecstasy and Peter enjoyed it maybe a bit too much to see Miguel completely lose his mind.
"Mig, slow down." he said and grabbed Miguel's hip. If he was being honest, he hadn't seriously expected Miguel to react to his words. In fact, he was very surprised when Miguel did slow down. Peter had thought that Miguel couldn't even hear him or comprehend his words. He seemed so far gone.
Miguel mumbled something in Spanish Peter wouldn't have been able to translate even if he had understood him. He let his hip calm down on Peter's, just sitting there now, breathing heavily and looking at Peter from veiled eyes.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" Peter asked softly, brushing Miguel's hair out of his face. "Por favor, Peter..." Miguel mumbled, trying to put as much weight on his hands he was pressing into the mattress as possible.
"Lay down, sweetheart." Peter said, turning the both of them around with Miguel's help. Miguel let himself settle on the soft mattress, spreading his legs and letting Peter lay down between them.
Slowly, Peter let his length slip back into Miguel. It went in way easier than the first time and something about that turned Peter on even more. Moaning, Miguel arched his back and grabbed the bed sheets.
Peter knew it was a mix of pain and pleasure Miguel was experiencing right now. But from the looks of it, he seemed to thoroughly enjoy both.
He started to slowly fuck into him, not even nearly as fast as Miguel had moved before. Which obviously frustrated Miguel. "Peter, come on..."
Peter bowed down again, taking the nipple between his lips and playing with it with his tongue, nipping on it with his teeth. Miguel threw his head back on the pillow and moaned. There was a ripping sound coming from the sheets when Miguel's claws caught the soft fabric.
He was begging to cum and at the same time he wasn't able to get out one word. Peter slowly pushed into him harder, but not getting faster. He wasn't really planning on edging Miguel. But he wanted to at least have a little fun with him, wanted to let him know how much control he had over his pleasure.
Now and then, he let his fingers glide over Miguel's erection, rolling his thumb over the tip. He gave him a bunch of hickeys and some bite barks on his chest and neck.
"Peter, I... Please! Please let me c- Fuck!" Miguel jerked his head up, just to let it fall back onto the pillow seconds later. Peter took that as a clear sign he had found Miguel's prostate.
He grinned to himself, softly petting Miguel's side. He could feel his legs start to shake more and more.
"You're allowed to cum, love." he smiled. Now he started to fuck into Miguel faster, watching how he got more and more restless and was bout to loose his mind. It seemed like he was trying to keep himself from cumming just to enjoy it a little longer.
Without success.
He came all over his upper body. Peter did his best to memorize this picture. He never wanted to forget how hot Miguel looked, smeared with his own cum, moaning Peter's name, not being able to open his eyes.
It was so hot that Peter came as well. He supported himself with a hand on Miguel's chest, slowly fucking both of them through their high. "Oh fuck..." he mumbled when he let himself fall next to Miguel onto the mattress after throwing the condom in the trashcan.
Miguel just quietly laughed, looking down at the mess he had made of himself. Then he let his head fall back onto the pillow and looked at Peter. "I'm sorry for the bed sheets." "I don't care. It's your bed and they're your sheets. Also, it was fucking worth ripping the sheets." Peter laughed, still kind of out of breath. He leaned over to Miguel and kissed him lovingly.
"Shower." Miguel sighed and was about to get up when Peter grabbed him and pulled him back. "Sleep." "Peter, I'm sticky, I have to wash myself."
Peter threw a net to the dressed and grabbed a package of baby wipes. "Here." "Peter..." "You can shower tomorrow." Peter mumbled, already sleepy and cuddled up to Miguel's side.
Miguel sighed, wiping himself clean and then taking his boyfriends into his arms. He pulled the blanket over them and pressed a kiss to Peter's hair.
"Lyla?" he asked out loud and shortly after she appeared over the bed. "Switch the baby monitor over to us and order new bed sheets. Please."
"Do you want me to also order you plastic caps for your fingers so your claws can't come out. Then you will save money with the b-" "Lyla, deactivate." Miguel mumbled and switched of the light on the nightstand before finally closing his eyes too. Peter was already sleeping.