fiebre (Miguel O'Hara x miles morales)

Not tonight

Somewhere in Brooklyn:

Miguel lays miles down on the bed. He is thrusting himself against miles body-the younger Spider-Man exploring his lovers body, running his hands across miguel o'haras muscular back, almost scratching. The only sounds filling the room are soft moans and rnb music coming from a tattered apple speaker Peter b got him for Christmas. They haven't had sex yet- what they did that one night months ago is the farthest they've gone; not that miles hasn't dreamt about it. It's all he can think about.

"Morales I can't get enough of you." He says it with a devoted tenderness because it's true, he needs miles morales- needs him like he needs air to breathe.

He is kissing on miles neck, the younger man cranes his head back moaning at the triple sensation of the slow, smooth strokes against his cock, the kisses and the praise.  It all feels the same as it did months ago, the way Miguel softly bit his finger before pinning him to the bed- how warm and soft his skin felt against miles, how gentle and heavy each touch felt.

"Take me Miguel. T-take whatever you need. I'm yours papi." He thrusts up onto Miguel's cock, earning a sharp hiss from the older man.

"Yeah. What do you need mi amor?"

His skin feels hot. It has since the moment he first touched him. Miles can't get enough. He says the first thing on his mind.

"Oh god- Miguel, I want you inside me."

It seems like yesterday Miguel was looking through miles sketchbook staring at the red and yellow outlined drawings of him. Seems like ages ago he slammed miles against the train. And now miles wants Miguel to be his first? His heart never felt so warm.

"cariño, ¿estoy escuchando bien? quieres que te lleve?" His voice went low- it sounded familiar like the way he whispered to miles on the train; but this time it was oh so tender.

" so what your saying is you want me to fuck you?"

"sí, mi amor. Your so big- i- I want to see if it fits. If I can take it." Miles is hot- his skin feels like he's baked for hours in the Nuevo York sun- like the time he's spent with Miguel before the kiss. He wants it, needs it- but Miguel holds back.

"I can't tonight miles, not here. I want it to be special. You aren't some random fuck I smash in a diner bathroom and leave." He brushes his lips with his thumb like he still feels miles lips on his, his fangs tingling like they did the moment Miguel started to suck his neck.

Miguel is right. This is special- the connection they have developed. They're serious now- everyone in the spider society knows about them, the only one that comes close to melting his heart in anyway is mayday, but only miles makes him feel this tender.

Miguel sits up to look the younger man in the eye, giving him a warm smile.

"Come to Nuevo York this weekend. I'll wait for you." Miguel kisses miles forehead. Nuevo York will always be special to miles, it's where they fell together, where miles chased the softness he craved ever so much from Miguel.

"Same time same place mi amor."