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It had been over a week since Miguel had seen Peter, and every day dragged on slower than molasses in January.
When the day finally came where Peter came back from his brief vacation, Miguel practically tackled him, covering his neck with bites and kisses as he slid Peter's robe off of him. Stupid pink thing.
"Hah– jeez, Miggs, you really– fuck– missed me, huh?" Peter huffed. He shouldn't have been surprised at Miguel's roughness, but here he was.
"Shut up," Miguel muttered, pulling away. His lips were coated in a thin layer of blood already. "Strip."
Peter looked like he wanted to say some smartass comment, but before he could, Miguel ducked his head again, delivering a sharp bite to the side of Peter's neck. He didn't like repeating himself, even to Peter, who liked to tease and push back.
Peter let out a sharp whine. "Fuck– fine, fine," he agreed, removing his suit at an agonizingly slow pace, all while staring at Miguel smugly.
All Miguel really had to do was deactivate the hologram for his suit, and he did so as he waited. Finally, when he'd had enough of Peter's game, he grabbed the older man and laid him on the ground, tugging his pants off the rest of the way before moving on to remove his top.
"So grumpy today," Peter teased.
"Shut up or I won't prepare you," Miguel snapped, glaring down at him. Peter huffed softly but otherwise went quiet, and Miguel dug around until he found the small bottle of lube that he'd stashed away.
It took a little longer than he'd wanted to prepare him, but at least he got to listen to Peter's soft moans and small whines. Finally, he was able to slick himself up and press up against Peter's ass, once again leaning down to bite Peter's neck as he slowly pushed into him.
"Fucking hell," Peter hissed softly, his head tossed back. Miguel was soon fully sheathed inside of him, and he waited until Peter gave a tiny nod before starting to move.
Miguel reached up, holding Peter's hands and pinning them to the floor as he started thrusting slowly, pulling away from Peter's neck to watch Peter's expressions. Peter's legs were wrapped around his waist, and soon Miguel quickened his pace a little.
"Fuck, baby," Peter breathed. "Yes– hah, just– just like that . . ."
He leaned down, kissing Peter as he became rougher, soon pulling away and burying his face in Peter's neck as he began to pound into him, gritting his teeth and groaning against Peter's skin.
"S-so good– you're doing so good, my love . . ." Peter gasped; the praise resulted in Miguel fucking him even harder, which earned him loud moans.
"Fuck," Miguel breathed, baring his fangs and biting down hard on Peter's neck. Peter wailed, but Miguel didn't let go, growling against his skin as he pushed himself to move faster.
Dios mío, this man . . .
He let go of Peter's hands, and almost immediately, Peter began raking his blunt nails across Miguel's back and shoulders. He groaned and let go of his neck, only to lean in and press his tongue against the blood that formed. The familiar metallic taste filled his mouth as he licked the bite clean, then moved a little ways from that one and bit down again, this time much harder.
"FUCK!" Peter screamed. "F-fucking hell, that hurt . . . keep going . . ."
Miguel let out a breathless laugh against Peter's skin, keeping his teeth embedded for a few more moments before he pulled away and licked that one clean too. He reached down with one hand, grasping Peter's dick and stroking it quickly as he pressed sloppy kisses against Peter's neck.
"I love you," Peter whined; Miguel inwardly flinched, but he didn't show that anything was wrong on the outside.
They'd been fucking for months now, but neither one of them had asked for anything more. Sure, Peter would call him baby and my love among a few other names during sex, but Miguel knew that those names were just how Peter expressed himself in the moment.
He told himself that this was the same thing. Peter didn't actually love him, he was just . . . really into it.
Suddenly, Peter tensed beneath him, his body shuddering as he came with a sharp whine. Miguel took his chance, biting down hard on Peter's shoulder and starting to pound into him relentlessly.
It wasn't long before Miguel slammed his hips forward one final time, cumming hard and groaning loudly against Peter's shoulder.
He stayed in place for a few moments, the intensity of his orgasm almost paralyzing, before slowly pulling out of Peter, causing the older man to let out a soft, almost inaudible, whine.
He collapsed beside Peter, panting heavily. Despite what he had told himself, he couldn't stop thinking about what Peter had told him.
If he truly does love me, he thought. Do I love him back?