To keep you- Miguel O'Hara/Peter B Parker

Handsy

⚠️SPICY WARNINGGG⚠️

Just like the last chapter this one's also yum yum tasty 

Enjoy! :)

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Miguel sighed, now rather embarrassed.

"Yes, I'm a virgin." Miguel said, falling back onto the bed, trying to avoid eye contact with Peter at all costs.

"Oh, I guess I never expected that." Peter admitted, scratching at the hair on the back of his neck.

"Well yeah. So suck it up buttercup." Miguel teased, poking Peter on the cheek with his foot.

"Do I have the honor?" Peter flourished his hand extending it out to Miguel who took it.

"Of course." Miguel kissed Peter gingerly on the top of his nose.

Peter smirked and pressed a heavy hand to Miguel's chest egging him to lay down. Peter enjoys how easily Miguel took to listening to him now. It used to be a bit of a challenge to get Miguel to trust in him and listen to what he was asking him, but now it didn't seem like Miguel would ever defy him. Of course, Peter would never blame Miguel if he ever did go against what he had to offer or say, but he was glad that Miguel didn't.

Peter splayed his fingers across Miguel's broad chest, fingering his nipples before leaning down and kissing his strong stomach. Miguel wriggled and let out a quiet cry.

"Cute." Peter bit into Miguel's side.

"Ah!" Miguel squeaked.

Peter licked up Miguel's side, tracing a finger down his V line and letting it rest right above where his pants sat.

Peter looked up at him through his eyebrows expectantly. Miguel nodded his head briskly before letting it fall back onto the pillow with a soft thud. He was so precious like this. Miguel seemed to let go of all expectations in a moment like this and Peter loved it truly.

Peter then carefully undid the button on Miguel's worn Jean pants and gingerly pulled them off. Peter gaped at Miguel's thighs. The size of one was pretty much equal to both of his. He let his hands explore them. He rubbed his hands up and down seizing all that they could. He reached his arms down behind the back of them and then slid his heated hands in between his thighs, trapping Miguel from wriggling out of his grip. Peter massaged the sensitive area, relishing the way Miguel would twitch every so often from the touch. Peter then slid his hands down to Miguel's knees and lifted the bigger man's legs to rest them on his shoulders. Miguel looked at him through the gap between his thighs and as much as Peter did want to admit it, he was really enjoying the fact that Miguel had no experience. This meant that he didn't know what to expect. This also meant that whatever Peter did to him was going to be how he remembered things. In other words, Peter wanted to set a standard for Miguel, a bar of sorts.

Peter examined Miguel's thighs again before kissing the insides of them. Miguel twitched and Peter smiled against his warm skin. He bit down leaving a deep searing mark in Miguel's thigh.

"Can you speed this up a bit?" Miguel whined.

Peter sighed against him before looking at his boss. He smugly smiled, let go of Miguel's thighs although they stayed on his shoulders, and crawled forward bringing Miguel's legs with him as he bent down to whisper in Miguel's ear.

"Beg, darling."

"No shocking way, Parker." Miguel growled, with little malice at all.

Peter then went for Miguel's neck, sucking in hard.

"Peter, it can't be visible." Miguel's voice strained.

"You'll survive." Peter bit into his neck.

"Mierda" Miguel muttered.

"Feel free to speak up. I don't bite," Peter paused, "well maybe I do."

Miguel rolled his eyes. "Can you please, just do your thing?" Miguel snarled, now clearly starting to feel uncomfortable.

"Of course princess." Peter kissed Miguel's cheek before returning to where he was before he bent Miguel.

"How far can this leg go?" Peter said, holding Miguel's leg from his ankle.

He began to press Miguel's leg closer and closer to his head. Peter watched in awe as he was able to get Miguel's leg to rest beside his head on the pillow. Miguel turned to bury his face in the sheets next to him.

"Goddamn." Peter muttered. "Flexible." Peter said, bending Miguel's leg at the knee and then straightening it.

"Well, can we please move on?" Miguel was starting to get extremely impatient and it was just what Peter wanted,

"This is all part of it. I needed to test your limits." Peter cooed to his lover.

Peter then put Miguel's leg down and began to rid himself of his pants. He then edged forward and slid a slender finger under the waistband of Miguel's boxers. He coaxed them off slowly and savored the sight. Miguel's cock stood erect. It looked so lonely and so desperately in need of touch. Just like Miguel himself. Peter snuck a finger up the length of Miguel dick, making Miguel whine.

"Hurry up Peter." Miguel growled at the man above him.

"I don't think you're in the right position to be bossing me around." Peter teased, reaching out to squeeze Miguel's waist. Miguel let out a tense breath.

Peter then took off his own boxers and let Miguel look at him.

"Like what you see, big guy?" Peter watched Miguel's gaze shift all around the room, flustered.

"Yes." He said hesitantly.

"Good." Peter mused. "Give me a second." Peter said before getting up and searching through Miguel's bedside drawer.

"Do you not have any lube?" Peter asked, coming up empty handed.

"What the shock do you think?" Miguel said defensively.

Peter thought it was cute how Miguel had a habit of replacing a swear with "shock" instead.

"Ok, ok. I'll be right back." Peter stood up and quickly chucked a pair of pants on.

"And where are you off to?" Miguel said, sitting on his elbows.

Sensing a change in the atmosphere, Peter added."Stay here."

"Where are you going?" Miguel sat up all the way, Peter watched as a panic started to set in his brow.

"The kitchen."

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What do up you think Peter is grabbing from the kitchen? 😏

Cya soon!