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TWO minutes.
That's how long we've got until Peter has to go on patrol and until I need to get back into work.
He pretty much told me that he was Spider-Man on our first date and to his unsuprise, I took the news relatively well.
Of course, I was a little taken aback that he trusted me with such a huge secret when we barely even knew eachother by the time of our first date, but he told me he had a feeling that I wouldn't tell anyone, and that I could be trusted.
Since then, the only person he's told about Spider-Man has been Ned, who's grown really close with Peter over this past year. I swear, it's like the two of them have been friends for years.
Speaking of Ned, Peter's phone starts buzzing with Ned's caller ID as he's trying to fuck my brains out in the two minutes we have left with eachother.
"God." Peter breathes out, rolling his eyes from the pleasure he's getting and from the frustration he's feeling. "I'm sorry baby, he won't stop- he won't stop calling."
"It's fine." I assure my boyfriend, looking up at him through my watery eyes.
Peter smiles as his hips come to a standstill. "You want me to answer the phone while I'm fucking you?"
"We have one minute and thirty seconds left." I answer, tapping his hips to get him to keep moving. "You might as well multitask."
Peter picks up his buzzing phone, keeping one hand on the headboard above me as he continues to rock his hips, his dick making hard, deep and fast thrusts in and out of me.
"Mhm?" He says into the phone, moving his hair out of his face.
"You still up for the Star Wars marathon?" I hear Ned ask. "I know you're busy with school and Spider-Man stuff but-"
Peter puts himself on mute, letting out a moan he's been holding in since he answered the phone.
"Uh," His breathing becomes heavy and Peter begins to thrust faster, making the bed creak loudly. "Yeah, I'm up for the marathon. T-tomorrow?"
Thirty seconds.
"Sure, tomorrow's cool." Ned responds. "Do you hear what's going on in the-"
"I gotta go!" Peter blurts, ending the call and placing both strong hands on my hips, lifting me up to angle where he could thrust more comfortably.
He gulps, his bottom lip finding itself in between his teeth. "Oh God, I'm-i'm so close, I'm so close."
From the way my head feels light and the lower part of my body bucks, I can tell that I'm really close to finishing too.
