#c:peter

[ hidden ]   your muse having sex with mine somewhere semi-public.

"Mister Stark this is, people could-" were some of the words Peter tried to let out in what little protest he had to offer, currently in most of his Spider-Man attire and cornered by his mentor turned...well, whatever this was. Back pressed to the wall, blocked in and heart racing as the older man's lips found his neck, those hands found his body and Peter felt himself be complete putty in the man's grasp. Doe eyes fluttering, lips parting and letting out a desperate noise in the process.

"Holy shit, I...Cap is nearby and what if the others.." Peter tried to find the words, because just a few doors down in the Avengers Tower was the risk of somebody else hearing them. But even that argument felt pretty weak given the noises Peter was making.

Peter couldn't belive he found himself in this position, completely at another man's mercy and presented in a way that had his entire face red from humiliation. Even more so that he was doing all of this as Spider-Man, having originally come here to get help with a Spider-Man related problem with a man who was a genuins in his field.

But now? Now Peter was stripped of his suit entirely aside from the mask still covering his face. His tight, muscular body on display while the older man's remained clothed which just added to the intensity and shame of the moment. Hands pressed to the cold ground, body forced in a manner that his strong, toned legs were made to rest on Jonah's thighs as he sat in the chair like a king on his throne. Those hands brushing against his skin causing his body to tremble, feeling completely helpless and exposed in this moment which just made the flush on the mask brighter and his little heart race faster.

Part of Peter could not believe this was his fate or that he'd ended up like this. Not an inch of clothing adorned his body, thighs spread across the powerful mage's legs and presenting himself as if he was a well earned prize or trophy of the man's. Perhaps he was those things, perhaps he was indeed a gift from the gods...or a sacrifice from mortal men to appease the summoner. Maybe he was just a naive thing that had wandered into the man's clutches. Whatever the truth was, Seph had him now.

"T-Thank you Sir" Peter managed to say, face flushed and body trembling under his touch. Heart racing a little at the thoughts of what would be done with him, what fate the summoner would have for him now that he had him all to himself. "W-What are you gonna do with...?" He trailed off, daring to ask his fate.

This...was definitely not Peter's scene. His Saturday nights often involved cramming for an assignment he may or may not have missed due to real life complications, working part time or just trying to get by. Rather than at a frat house party, filled with every popular guy and girl around who were drinking, dancing and a few more explicit acts. Were they always this crazy or was tonight just particuarly intense?

Normally Peter would likely not even be able to get into a place like this, but he'd been tutoring Teddy in one of his classes - or he was supposed to be but when he hadn't shown up at the library Peter had gone looking and well, here he was. "Uh, hey Teddy. Yeah, can't imagine why I wouldn't be" He said weakly, managing to just about avoid having someone spill a drink on him before feeling that arm wrapping around his shoulder and pulling him in close.

"Uh so Teddy, not sure if you remember but you were supposed to-" He tried to start, only to be cut off by the other saying something that made Peter's brain not only short circuit but for his limbs to drop the books he'd been carrying. Hot breath against his ear as Mister Popular himself so casually suggested Peter blowing him. Was he kidding, was he just drunk? Was this some gay confession or was Peter oblivious to this guy being out, maybe it was - annnd Peter was spiraling.

Finally coming back to reality, he scrambled to grab his books from the floor with flushed face and wide doe eyes, stammering. "C-Come again? I...uh, Teddy that was a...you...that's a good joke bud" He managed to say, trying to play it off as a joke because what the hell do you say to that? Was it getting warm in here? "Uh Teddy the uh, tutoring? That was today, um, did it slip your mind after those drinks you mentioned?"

Peter definitely wasn't unfamiliar about being on camera as Spider-Man, it was sort of the deal of being New York's favourite vigilante. But this? This was a whole different scenario entirely.

Leave it to a technopath to try and use his control of technology to really put on a show - electrical wiring wrapped around Peter's wrists, his ankles and every working camera in the room on him as Trent circled his captive spider who he'd been teasing for who knows how long - hands dragging Peter's suit up to tease his abs, breath on his neck and hands groping him. The threat of an exposed face if the mask came off was an extra tease to this whole thing.

"Ngh...you sure you're not entering your villain era? Not sure people are ready for Spider-Man live streamed like this."

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Peter could practically feel his mind melting out of his head with every thrust. Any sense of rationality, survival instincts or logic was slipping away as he was taken again and again - the feel of the larger man's body pinning him down seemed to only intensify that, not to mention the hot breath against his ear. His Spider-Man was long gone, discarded on the floor...including his mask, revealing that pretty face and losing any sense of secret identity. Not that he could think about any of that...or really anything at the moment, just taking it again and again as that strong hands gripped his waist and wrapped around his chest - keeping him secure and in the other man's grasp.

Peter had no idea how this was his life right now, finding himself at the mercy of some filthy rich CEO who had him up against the window. His costume almost completely gone, showing off that tight and toned, perfectly sculpted body of his. Only his mask remained to keep his identity but who knows what the man in question had planned. But for as defined as Peter's body was, compared to the older man he looked so small and helpless. His huge, beefy body all but swallowed Peter whole as he pressed him up against the window - like a towering deity before his little worshiper.

"Ngh...what rumours? You know your dreams featuring me don't count as rumours right? Not that I don't mind the obsession" He tried to quip, despite his racing heart and the strangled noise as he was marked by the man - ass bouncing also so perfectly with the spank. "I..d-dude, the Daily Bugle already writes insane things about me. Why would I want to give them more...ammunition?"