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Leaning back and away from that hole, watching as stairs surrounded both of their sides and the other’s moans echoed through the apartment building, Miles drew a smirk on his way, before he landed a loud hard hitting smack to his ass, “am I a what?” He asked spreading him open once more and spitting onto the hole with sufficient aim to get it through and falling against the lower side of his rim.

Leaning in, his tongue returned within the tight cavity stretching forth until swaying against a sensitive spot. His tongue lit up, unrecognizable from any other, and charged the other’s prostate with a minimum current of vibrations so he could keep on sweeping away at those walsl to spread around his wet muscle.

“Ah!” He gasped at the hand coming down on his ass, making his whole body shiver in joy and back arch a little deeper, raising his backside up and offering more, the spit against his hole perfectly lewd in that moment and he really shouldn’t be doing this out in the open but it just felt, so, so good and Miles.. that face. “Too good,” was his reply, a smug little smirk at the corner of his lips as he waited.

“Damn yourself, Red,” Peter said with a laugh as he held himself in place, his cock buried deep inside the naked Ranger.  They’d abandoned anonymity in favor of lust, helmets and masks gone…along with all their other armor.  He bent over the man’s back to kiss him again, tugging the cute man’s mouth into a quick but passionate exchange before he rose again.  “You’re so fucking hot and tight,” he groaned.

He began to slowly rock his hips, just little teasing motions rather than proper thrusts.  Just to get the man used to being full of his cock.

Kissing Spider-man back was like a dream, but considering they went from teammates, to literally naked and grinding against each other, he assumed that this would be the start of at least a very happy and naked friendship. Wooyoung moaned, happily into the kiss, hearing the compliment and his cheeks flushed bright red before ducking his head down and moaning, the slow rocking movements feeling so good inside of him. 

“You don’t need to be so gentle with me, I like the stretch.. feeling your big cock take me..” reaching back, he gripped Peter’s hip, urging him.

Burying his cock deep within Gunner, and stopping thrusting, mel’s hands brushed by the spread legs of the other as they came together to caress and cherish his cock, up to the very head as his powers left little vibrations around the surface. His head tilting to the side at the other’s words. “A normal person would be heavily offended by such a compliment.” He added, “and I am normal, but I like fucking you enough not to stop and leave you blue balling. Which I could, you know? I could very much… leave you,” he said, taking his cock in a firm fist and stroking him while he hard yet slow, thrust into him, “unsatisfied.” Smiling, the younger male leaned forward, releasing a hand to be set around the other’s muscular neck, thumb pressing but not blocking the flow of air. “You should be saying that I should be your only one. Or otherwise, you should be my only one. At the moment, at least, I mean.”

Rocking his hips upwards, Lucky could feel just how hard Peyton was against him as the other boy gripped them tightly together and he groaned through his teeth because “Fuck that feels so good..” just the kissing, the touching, he was so starved for attention from the other man -- who he definitely, totally didn’t crush on or anything -- and having the naked body against his own, he was lost in the pure, simple joy of hooking up with someone you found hotter than fuck.

Gunner was not shy, never was and never will be, especially when it comes to what he wants from a man and meeting Dick, that handsome man with arms like tree trunks, he was pretty sure he had never been happier to hear him consent to a hook up. He went - as the kids called it - feral, for the man, he was so hot and easy to pin down to the bed and tug all of his clothes off, hands dragging over those ridges of muscle and down to that gorgeous cock Gunner spent no less than 30 minutes fucking his throat with. 

With spit, a dream and a hungry moan, he was sliding down it raw “Finally, fuck..” until every inch was inside of him, and the power bottom took what he wanted then, as he rocked his hips back and truly started to fuck the man’s dick with his ass. “Gonna need your number, keep you on rotation..” he teased.. sort of.