#mobile legends

True love's kiss did not break the spell, so Beauty learned to love the Beast.

Note: Hi, this is two chapters put into one post but i might make a chapter 3 and four. I'm still debating.

Warning: Spider verse cross over (Mos being spidy), DBSM, Oral, Grinding, Pen, Multi positions/Orgasms.

Gusion POV:

Seeing those crimson eyes look up at me in utter fear was not what I wanted to see when the city’s hero crouched before me. Hand pressed into the gushing wound on his side; his eyes tipped toed to mine anxiously. As if his worst fears were coming true.

They were.

Rain poured hard, smudging the muck across his face as his finger tips pressed against the bricks making the roof top. Wind whistled in our ears, neither one of us daring to speak to break the tension.

As for me? I was soaked. Rain drops made my clothes stick to my body, making my shirt cling to my chest as it rose and fell. The white of my button up was now clear, my hazel hair sticking to the sides of my head as I breathed in and out. The blood staining my clothes bled further, tainting the expensive fabric.

Around us was the clouded night sky and bright city lights. Behind him was a giant screen telling the whole story.

Spiderman rescues a Paxley heir from the brutal clutches of the recent terrorist organization…

The lights from the screen reflected in the rain water beneath our feet. The same water making Moskov’s hair drift down his shoulders as his head is frozen by the sight of me. The sight of my expression when finding out his true identity. Something he kept from me for years. The person he trusts the most. At least that’s what I thought.

“Gusion.” My name was the first thing out of his mouth. He spoke it softly, as if too delicate to touch. That gentleness came from his own fear. Not from his remorse.

“Don’t. Whatever you’re about to say, stop.” My hand dropped his mask on the floor with my words. Words that tasted like acid coming out.

I looked away after Moskov began scrambling to his feet. After the fight, his legs were weak. His body threatened to give up with each movement. Each sharp exhale he made, each splash of water he created, were all made in hopes to get closer to me physically.

It was pathetic.

My hands found the raven. My palm pushing against his back to hold him up while my other placed his free hand on my shoulder. He lied to me for years. He lied about being true to me. He lied about me knowing every part of him.

The late nights and sudden disappearances made sense now. However, they made sense before because I believed every lie he told me.

Gritting my teeth, I pulled the raven up so his weight added to my shoulder. “Gusion, please.” Breathy, the beg lingered on the flesh of my neck. Hot and desperate, he continued to babble pleadings into my ears.

I looked to the side, noticing that his eyes were closed. Limp, his almost unconscious body laid on mine. His worried bled through his exhaustion as he continued to beg in my ear for forgiveness. Each word made warmth greet my ears which irked me.

“At a time like this? Why is it hard to be mad at you?” Shoving my hand into my pocket, I quickly called the only person I could at the time.

When he picked up the phone, I wasn’t delighted to hear his voice. “Yes, young man?” My nose scrunched up from the nickname and how often I hear it. Pressing my phone to my shoulder with my ear, I clicked my tongue. “How close are you? I need a ride.”

A sigh came from the phone. I could picture my elder brother pinching the bridge of his nose as his eyes squeezed shut. The thought itself added to my annoyance. “What have I told you about being prepared?”

“Gusion…” Moskov muttered again, his head nuzzling my neck. I shivered at the feeling of wet hair rubbing against my flesh.

“Is someone with you?” Aamon spoke up, making me freeze. My eyes trailed down Moskov’s outfit. He was fully suited up in his spidy suit aside from some tears in his costume. His mask was tossed on the floor, exposing his dark skin and lush hair.

It was hard not letting my eyes linger on the pieces of his skin his suit did show. The tears being in my favor as one traced down his thigh and the other on his husky arm. The fabric was tight, leaving little to my imagination.

Moskov pushed deeper into my neck. A pressure was added to my shoulder as his palm squeezed the muscle hard. A squeak left me in surprise. Is he awake and just fucking with me?

“Gusion?” Aamon questioned again. This time I could hear his chair rustle with his movements.

In the situation I was in, enough has happened for me to call on my brother. Sadly, that meant telling him Spider-Man’s identity. “Check the news and pick me up at the office building next to Golden Bakery.” I didn’t wait for a response, bringing my hand to my phone to end the call.

Once my phone was in my pocket I decided it was best to lay the brute against one of the walls making the entrance to the roof. His body slumped against the material, his teeth digging into his lip from pain. With care, I moved his hand off of the wound on his side to take a look.

It was deeper than I would’ve liked but it wasn’t anything too serious. I began removing the top part of the suit. Having a giant spider logo on his chest won’t help with keeping his identity hidden. Once it was off I started unbuttoning my shirt, using the fabric as a way to stop the bleeding before grabbing the fallen mask. I stuffed it in my pocket and opened the roof door.

Putting the brute back on my shoulders was the hardest part, but once he was on he clung to me. The way his hand would subconsciously grab at my side made it harder to keep my anger.

My finger pressed down on the elevator button. The building was empty because of the late night and constant drama flooding the news. Recently, many offices have began to close earlier because of terrorist attacks.

The light illuminating the elevators peaked through metallic doors. Hurting my eyes before opening with a ding. Cold air rushed against my face, a contrast to the warm pants hitting my flesh. When inside I clicked the bottom floor icon and leaned against the wall. Some of Moskov’s weight began to shift onto the wall, the rest glued to me.

“Please, Gusion.” He begged again. His pleads becoming a distraction for me. Wet, his whines fanned my skin as his hand squeezed me again. Needy, desperate, all the traits I’ve never seen in Moskov. Traits that have my ears red and my body hot and anxious.

“I’m 24 not 16. This shouldn’t effect me so much.” I seethed between my teeth as my heart pounded in my chest.

The elevator took its time, making me stir with a new kind of restless. One, two, three. My foot tapped on the floor beneath me as my mind pictured how else Moskov would express his desperation and need.

Everything I know about the brute makes me believe he’d hold it in. Biting his lip till it bleeds to keep his noises at bay. Six years knowing the raven and not once have I thought of him in such a submissive light. It wouldn’t be the first sexual encounter we had. But still, I’ve never seen this side of him either.

It excites me in ways I didn’t think I could imagine.

The ding of the doors rang in the air before opening. Golden light flooded the dark bottom floor. In front of us were huge windows making the front entrance. Street lights bled through the windows. Along with them came the image of my elder brother anxiously tapping his foot as he leaned against his car.

 He must be who I get it from.

I managed to lug Moskov to the car. As soon as my brother made eye contact with me, a slew of questions hit me. “Are you ok? Were you hurt in anyway?”

“No.” I grunted as I began to put Moskov in the backseat of the car. Aamon held the door open, already asking his next set of inquiries. “How could you be so stupid? Getting into all kinds of danger when I’m not around. What would you have done if Spider- I mean Mos didn’t save you?”

My brother has known Moskov as long as I have. When me and the raven first met we hated each other. Slowly that animosity melted into vulnerability.

I clicked my tongue, “I don’t know Aamon. It’s not like I wanted to be a victim to a terrorist attack.” Before I was able to close the door, a hand latched onto my own. My head snapped to Moskov, who was still mostly unconscious. He muttered a few things under his breath but I couldn’t make out what it was.

A sigh pushed past my lips as I opened the door wider to sit next to the brute. “Drive. I’ll answer anything you want on the way.”

Aamon’s questions didn’t stop, which I understood why. It’s not everyday you hear about your younger brother being saved by Spiderman. Then Spiderman turning out to be the man I’ve been secretly fucking for the past six months.

What a mess.

Eventually Aamon’s question died down; leaving me with Spiderman clinging to my arm. Even in my mind it’s weird to call him that. “Please, Gusion.” Irritated lips mouth my name. They were full and bitten, red from the anxiety I gave him. My name was beginning to be one of the most lewd things he can say.

The car moved sharply, causing my back crash into the door. An aching pain burned on the back of my head, a hiss leaving me. “Fuck, Aamon watch it.”

“Sorry.” My elder brother responded, his eyes sticking to the road. As I peeled my eyes open, I noticed the broad back now in my vision. Muscular and scarred his body was pushed against mine. Subconsciously, my eyes traced down the engraved memories on his back as well as a few things I engraved myself.

Lips pushed against my neck as a hand snaked around my waist. Again, Moskov whined my name as he pulled me closer. The pressure was small but present. All I could think of is how tight he’d hold me if he was conscious and not reacting off of instinct.

His instinct to hold me and bring me closer. His instinct to breathe in my scent as his lips brush my neck.

Shit.

With as much strength I could muster, I adjusted us, putting his head back on my shoulder. My head relaxed against the cushions of the seat. Body still tense from the weight on me.

It wasn’t long until we reached our apartment. I continued to lug Moskov to the room, my brother not even offering assistance. Once we got to apartment, my brother excused himself and went back to his office. Knowing him, he was in the middle of work but jumped ship to pick me up.

A soft smile grew on my lips in appreciation. Appreciation I rarely state.

Gingerly, I carried Moskov to my room. A squeak echoed when the springs under the mattress caught the brute. He was on his back, hair sprawled messily across my pillow.

From the looks of it, he was just unconscious from exhaustion. Which I’m thankful for. I went to search for bandages, any sort of gauze to help cover the wound. After I looked for disinfectant. When I came back, he was still sleeping on the bed.

I started taking off my shirt from the wound and cleaning it. Getting my phone out, I turned on its flashlight to get a better look at the laceration. I dabbed at the cut with the rag I brought, watching his face to see if he woke up.

He didn’t.

A sigh left me once the wound was officially wrapped. I stood up, looking down at the man beneath me with superficial anger. I watched each rise and fall of his chest. Each involuntary breath he made as his muscles expanded and contracted.

Why do I crave it so much? When it comes to Moskov, I learn new things about myself. Like how badly a human can crave another human’s touch. The tip of my finger pressed in the middle of his chest and slowly trailed down.

What do you call this obsession I have with you? Love?

My touch traveled down his abs to his abdomen. It only stopped at the waist of what’s left of his suit. “I should probably change you.” I muttered before taking my finger off his body.

I carefully walked to my dresser, trying not to trip on anything since my lights were off. After pulling out a pair of sweat pants, I carefully put them on his body. For privacy, I kept his underwear on. Not that it was anything I hadn’t seen before.

Again, I found myself staring at Moskov. It was beginning to mess with my head. Each thought circling the topic while my anger lingered. Years, he kept it from me. Does he not trust me? I can’t help but think that.

He did save me though…

“You make it so hard, Moskov.” I whispered, eyes pointed down at his chest as I kneeled beside my bed. I’m too anxious to be anywhere else. I’m too confused to think about anything but you.

Everything… is always about you.

“I know.” My head picked up instantly from the raspy voice. Every nerve in my body softened when meeting his crimson eyes again. It’s as if I held no anger, no confusion, no anxiety. All I felt was his gaze.

Clearing my throat, I spoke, “How long have you been awake?”

Moskov adjusted himself. I reached out instinctively, trying to help him sit up as he groaned. He panted a few times before speaking, his hair cascading down his shoulders and framing his face. “Since Aamon did that terrible turn.”

My mouth opened slightly as heat cluttered my cheeks. “You didn’t want to say anything before I changed you?”

“Nope.” The raven answered honestly, a small smile curling his lips as his expression relaxed for a moment.

Seeing that smile was enough for my worry to wash away. Leaving only anger and confusion settle in my mind. I rose to my feet, clearing my throat again before speaking. “Get some rest.” My tone was emotionless, trying my hardest to sound as resilient as possible. Trying to make it seem like he doesn’t plague my mind with every breath he takes.

In the end, he lied to me. He kept apart of himself away from me after promising I’d get every part of him. Something he could never do for anyone. Not even me.

As I found myself in front of my door frame, a hand grasped my own. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling his touch ignite my skin in a way I craved, regretfully. “Moskov, don’t-“

“Please, Gusion.” Another plea. This time with him fully conscious and more desperate then ever.

A step closer, he took another until his chest pressed against my back. Until his breath glossed over the back of my neck and I could hear him clearly. “Let me make it up to you.”

I stood still from those words. Watching from the corner of my eye as he placed his hand on the door and closed it delicately. “Please, will you let me?“

You know I can’t say no. You know your body heat makes my mind go blank as your words make my heart throb. You know all the things you do to me. And you love it.

Gently, he turned me around to face him. He stood above me, his hair blanketing me from the outside world as he stared into my eyes.

 That crimson glare steamed meeting my deep gaze. An ocean that swallows all that oppose it and a fire that devours all it desires.

His hand still in my own, the raven pulled me deeper into the room. His grip faltered slightly, loosening on my wrist.

Moskov slowly began to kneel. I watched with a blank expression as the man I loved got on his knees. Every detail was put to memory. The way the moonlight reflected off his dark skin. His chin pointing up as he looked up at me.

“Whatever you want.” Husky, he spoke. “I want you to do whatever you want to me. Get your anger out.” I noticed the slight increase in his breathing when he stated those words. Yet, his eyes stayed strong, never wavering from me.

It was the last thing I expected from him. A babble of excuses or a rushed explanation maybe. But this— complete control? Never crossed my mind.

I raised my hand, a lump filling my throat. Shakily, my hand slapped the man I loved across the cheek. His head fell to the side. The sound echoing in the room as regret knots in my chest.

Words poured through my lips faster than I could think. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. Violence isn’t my go to and it should never be-“

Everything stopped the second he grabbed my hand. The same hand now irritated after slapping his cheek. He held it with care. With the same affection he always had with me.

Eyes fogged with pure devotion, Moskov kept eye contact as he placed my hand back in his cheek. The look in his eyes was one that lingered in my mind every time I’d lay hands on him.

With each scratch I made on his back, to every bite I laid on his hand when he tried keeping me quiet. That same devilish eroticism that taints his mind whenever I let him.

My thumb brushed against his bruised lips before opening his mouth slowly. It grazed his tongue before retreating back to his lips.

Dizzy with love and burning with lust, Moskov didn’t dare to tear his eyes away from me as he spoke. “Do it again.”

Chapter 2: What you say and what you do

Slap.

It reverberated in the room. The sound almost louder than my own heart beating in my chest. Over and over it thumped until there was nothing left to feel but anxiety nipping at my nerves and the heat burning at my face.

Moonlight dripped onto his back. I watched as it soaked his dark skin. His head falling low. Strings of black fell over his shoulders, cascading down his vulnerable being. Each dent of his muscles were traced by my gaze and torn with my nails. The sound he’d make whenever I dug a little deep, pushed him a bit harder, made something drop in my stomach.

What did it mean? I found myself wondering that once my fingers brushed under his chiseled jaw to make him look up at me again. Brows furrowed slight, teeth buried into his lips as his eyes painted a picture of ecstasy I grew envious of.

His cheek nuzzled into my palm as his teeth let go of his lip. They ghosted over my flesh, kissing the fat of my palm. His teeth pushed down softly, sucking on the muscle as his fogged vision placed back on my own. “That all you need to satisfy you?”

A challenge. Moskov’s voice was low, testing the waters of how far I’d go with his body. In a way, this was more about how vulnerable I could be. Letting him know all my thoughts and fantasies about him.

I pulled his face closer to my groin, my pants still a bit soaked from carrying him in the rain. The raven responded eagerly, brushing his face against my upper thigh as his eyelids grew heavier.

“Suck.” The word felt like a weight on my tongue. Taking all the confidence I could squeeze out to give him a direct order. Knowing Moskov, it was amazing hearing such a command.

Warmth left my palm, leaving it empty as teeth began to pull on my zipper. My fingers found his hair, brushing it aside and helping him lower my pants. Pressure added to the tips of my fingers when they dug back into his locks. The black velvet covered my pale skin as his jaw lowered.

Eyes a deep vermilion, devoured my own as his tongue laid under my erection. Wet muscle underneath my burning flesh. Large hands grabbed my thighs as he took me in.

It was a struggle not to put it all to memory, the way his eyes fluttered close. Thick long lashes batting as his hair struggled not to fall over his eyes. My fingers brushed back the sea of midnight as his head lowered down on my cock.

He’d take me in slowly, trying to adjust himself before continuing. Drool dripped past his lips messily, my finger catching the liquid before pressing it back against his lip. His cheeks burned from my touch, the tips of my fingers grazing his cheeks as I continued to disappear inside of him. “How much of this can you take, Mos?” I whispered, struggling not to fold from how his lips wrapped around me.

Trailing down, my fingers graced his throat. My touches made his throat feel tighter, a curse leaving my lips as my forehead pressed into the wall behind Moskov. My back hunched over in overwhelming pleasure. Gently, my thumb pressed down on the middle of the raven’s throat, hearing a slight choke get caught inside.

I squeezed my eyes shut as a groan from Moskov reverberated around my erection. When I opened my eyes, I noticed the shifts of discomfort in Moskov’s lap. He was on his knees as his own hard-on grew difficult to manage. One of the hands that gripped onto my thigh began to falter. Trying to relieve himself from his pent up agony before I spoke. “No touching yourself.” I breathed out, watching as Moskov’s hand froze inches away from the bulge in his pants.

One of my hands was still tangled in his thick locks, the other made its way to his cheek. Caressing the flesh with care, I spoke, “Spread your legs.”

The command was met with immediate obedience. The raven spread his legs slightly, his body stiffening as my foot applied pressure to his erection. A whine stirred in the back of his throat, as his eyes looked up at me. Glossy, the crimson eyes i adored were pent up with lust. Seeing such a lewd expression as my cock filled his mouth was almost too much to handle.

“You can handle this, can’t you?” My question was complimented by the top of my foot pressing down on Moskov’s throbbing erection. I watched as the raven moaned again, this time letting my cock fall from his mouth. My tip pressed against his lips as his fingers gripped me tighter.

“Let me do more.” Moskov panted, pushing a bit forward into my foot.

Another whine fell from his lips when my hand clutched his jaw. I pulled his gaze to mine, watching as his tongue poked out to lick my tip eagerly. A muffled scoff left me, “You seem content with my dick in your mouth.”

I rubbed my foot back and forth against the bulge in his pants, watching Moskov’s face distort in pleasure yet again. “You’re right, Gusion.” The raven nuzzled his cheek against my cock as his hands went down to my foot. He adjusted it against his erection, shuddering as he found the right spot. “You control me, do whatever you want to me tonight.”

Long and slow, the raven licked the underside of my cock before kissing the tip. “Whenever I recover, everything you’ve done to me will be remembered.” A moan left my lips from his words and the heat of his mouth surrounding me again.

His head bobbed up and down, slow and agonizing. Each time he took me all the way in, I’d add pressure to his throbbing erection. Soon, A wet stain grew against the fabric. The clothing of his pants clung hard on his flesh, making each touch I made more tantalizing than the last.

Between his moans and seeing the drool escape his mouth, my own mind began to falter to pleasure.

He took me so well.

The all consuming need to paint his tongue with my cum. Watching it drip down his chin.

Would he swallow? Yes.

When Moskov gets like this, his actions just get filthier.

“S-Stop.” I panted, pushing hard on the raven’s erection. A moan broke through Moskov’s throat, as he bobbed his head faster. “W-Wait Mos- I can’t take anymore.” I whimpered, my body betraying me as my hips thrust into his throat.

Moskov was torn between listening to my words or my body. Though, it wasn’t a hard decision. One choice spewed out words in a desperate manner. Begging that was soaked in lascivious desire and filled to the brim with need. The second choice is what was causing the comforting agony of pressure in his cock. It’s what was pulling his hair as beads of bittersweet precum stained the back of his throat. “Fuck. S-Stop please.” I cried, embarrassment fuming my face as my hips matched Moskov’s pace.

A broken sob left my throat sore as ropes of cum filled Moskov’s mouth. His throat tightened around my cock, squeezing every last drop before feeling his tongue move slightly as he swallowed.

My forehead pressed hard against the wall,  I hand pulled at Moskov’s hair, making him look up at me. The smirk edged into those lips would ruin me for days. It made the next words choke on my tongue. “Y-You never know how to listen do you?”

Looking past his eyes, I noticed the strings of cum between my foot and his pants. I scoffed before pushing my foot down, watching as the brute shuddered and grabbed at my thigh. “Enjoying yourself when I didn’t give you permission to.”

Moskov’s tongue traced my cock once again, feeling it twitch against him. “I’m sorry, Gusion.” His voice was cocky, lacking any regret and filled with lust.

It took all my will power to pull away from the raven and back away. He was still on his knees, cum staining his clothes while a bit of spit traveled down his chin. Messy hair shined in the moonlight, rose tinted eyes glowing on my own. I turned my back to him, taking off my clothes as I walked towards my night stand.

Moskov tilted his head, “Trying to taunt me with your body? I thought you were more creative then that.”

The raven stayed quiet when he heard me rummaging through my nightstand. Seeing the metallic glint illuminate the handcuffs in the moonlight made him swallow.

I walked to my bed, taking a seat on the edge with the handcuffs on my lap before speaking. “Come. Take off your clothes.” With hesitation, the raven rose to his feet. His stare lingered on my expression, trying to see if he pushed my buttons too far as he peeled off his clothes.

Slowly, the raven undid himself, leaving him naked and exposed to me. He stood stiff, watching my eyes trail down his body with greed. He put his hands in front of him, waiting for the hand cuffs to grace his wrists. Moskov’s eyes widened when I stood up, walking behind him before pushing his head into the mattress.

The raven fell to his knees, wincing at the pressure added to his body as his hair sprawled out against his back. A curse fell from his lips as I laid a kiss on his lower back. “You don’t listen, Moskov.” My hand rubbed the curve of the raven’s ass before giving it a smack.

Moskov’s head jerked up, another curse leaving his lips as his ass tried to push back into my palm. “Look at you, eager to get hit again.” Another smack in the same spot had the muscles in Moskov’s back tensing.

I brought his hands behind his back, placing the handcuffs tightly around his wrists. “You want me to get my anger out? You want me to use your body for my own pleasure?” I leaned forward, putting my erection against his ass. One of my hands found his waist while the other smacked his rear again.

Feeling the twitch of his ass after the sting of my hand felt like ecstasy. My hand guided his hips, making the curve of his ass rub the underside of my cock. Over and over, I groaned against his skin. I moved some of the hair over his neck, nibbling at whatever flesh I could find. Moskov whined from the lack of contact, feeling my tip push against the small of his back over and over.

His wrists struggled in his hand cuffs each time I spanked him. A cry left his lips as he dug his head into my mattress. Throbbing, his erection was left untouched by me. Rarely, the flesh would make minimal contact with the edge of the bed whenever I thrusted.

Our moans filled the room, both with desperation and need. It wasn’t long before my cum spilled down Moskov’s back, running down his twitching hole before dripping off his thighs. The raven panted heavily, his own orgasm stalled until my hands wrapped around his cock.

Wet, the whimper that left the raven was harmonic. The way it burned my ears and made my heart race. With one pump, all his anticipation soaked my fingers. “You’re so easy.” I whispered against his neck, feeling his dick throb even after staining my hand.

“You’re still not satisfied either. This is what? The second time you’ve came?” My answer was only met with heavy breaths. I picked up my head to see the man I yearned for recked beneath me.

His torso laid flat against the mattress, head pinned to the side as his lips quivered over his own breaths. Sweat traced the dents of his back, glistening in the moonlight as his shaky thighs spread for me. Ruining the piece beneath me, my cum leaked down to the base of his cock. Art ruined by the artist out of pure and utter need.

Moskov tried to catch his breath when a moan choked through his throat. My fingers, sticky from his own cum, pushed against his hole. My name poured from his lips, with a low, rough groan.

Another spanking to the same cheek had Moskov mewling as he took my fingers inside of him. I watched as each knuckle got swallowed. With how wet he made my hands, I knew two fingers would slip in with ease.

“Shit… Gusion. I n-need a break.” Moskov panted, his ass rutting into my fingers. A smirk grew on my face.

Our bodies always betray us.

“I didn’t know you were that weak, Moskov.” My fingers curled inside of him, watching the way his body twitched in excitement. “If it’s too much we can stop.” I watched Moskov try to push into my fingertips as I took my hand away. The click of the handcuffs echoed in the room as he struggled.

My eyes catch onto his twitching hole, his lips quivering over pleads. “No, no I-mmm not.” Words slurred from lack of pleasure; his head was ablaze by heat and lust. “B-Back, Gus please.”

The nickname made my smile grow. Moskov only calls me Gus on rare occasions, one being when he’s extremely turned on.

“Back?” My questioning tone made the raven groan.

“Pl-please put your fingers back inside mmme. Gus, Gus, please I-mm sorry.” Each words made my own cock throb. Words sweet as honey, yet as filthy as the man who uttered them. They stuck to my ears, dripping down my body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

The hovering heat of my fingertips against Moskov’s aching hole made him whine. My index softly circled the skin, slowly pushing to see a reaction. Moskov arched his back, trying to push himself onto my finger any way he could.

Watching as the raven desperately groaned for my touch when I took my finger away made everything feel hot. “I don’t know. You’re already so dirty, Mos.” My index and middle finger spread his hole slightly, watching as some of his own cum leaked out.

Clicks of metal drew my attention. He was struggling, again. “No- No it’s not mmm.” Moskov’s words fell silent after feeling my saliva coat his hole. My spit dangled off my tongue before spilling onto his flesh.

Muscles clenched, wrists rattled in their restrains when my fingers pushed back inside of him. “Be grateful that I want to use you. I need to stretch you for what’s to come.”

Adding a third finger sent Moskov spiraling. My saliva making wet noises as I fingered him for what felt like hours to him. “I mmm.” Everything Moskov tried to say was slurred by pleasure and embarrassment. Embarrassment that spilled down his skin, sticking with the sweat and cum that coated his flesh.

His cock throbbed in the air, unable to get any contact. When I picked up speed, Moskov began to babble nonsense. Curses spewed from his lips until he was brought to a climax yet again. His eyes squeezed shut, his teeth digging into his lips as my fingers left him empty and filthy.

“You never learn. Cumming on the floor of all places.” A fake sigh left my lips as I stood up. Moskov’s head was heavy, his face lewd.

“Get up.” I demanded, watching as the man deemed the strongest in the city, obeyed me at every command. His body stained with our fluids as his eyes begged for me. They trailed down my body, lingering on my cock before watching me lay on the bed.

“Come.” Again, Moskov listened. Straddling my waist with his chest heaving. Every flex of his muscles was engraved in my mind. As well as every wet pant from those lips.

Hands tucked behind his back, the raven began to a line himself with my erection. I used my hands to guide him down onto me. “Fuck.” I cursed, feeling his wet insides surround my tip. It was hot, tight, and overwhelming.

Moskov watched me struggle. Staring at my chest pushing out and in as I slowly guided him down. I should’ve known then that this was a bad idea. An idea I would never regret. “Ride me.”

Words that left my mouth with mental hesitation. They echoed in the air for a moment before clocking in Moskov’s mind. I watched as my cock disappeared inside of him, going down slowly. This moment would never leave my mind. Seeing someone bigger than me, stronger than me, and more prideful than me fuck themselves. A command I made, demonstrating how much control I have over them.

Each thrust left Moskov breathless. His own cock jumping as he pushed himself onto me. It wasn’t long before we both got close. “G-Gusion.” The raven moaned, his head falling back as his hands pushed against my abdomen.

“Don’t cum u-unless I say so.” I seethed, my own words turning Moskov on further. My mouth fell open, quivering into every breath I had until it was too much.

My cum stained his insides, spilling out of his hole as he continued to ride me. The overstimulation drove my mind crazy. The wet sounds making Moskov grip onto me harder.

“G-Gus-“ Moskov whined, his words cut off by his moans. His rhythm grew messy, feeling my cum get pushed deeper inside him with each thrust. His body fell on my own, his head in my shoulder as he thrusts himself on my cock.

“Please. Please.” Over and over the raven cried.

His cock brushed against my abdomen with every movement he made. It drove him mad, feeling me wreck him in multiple ways. My teases, my commands, all of it cluttered his mind until he begged and pleaded. “I-I can’t take it no mmm.”

Finger nails dug into my skin, cum oozing over my body. My cock squeezed against his walls. Nothing could’ve prepared me for the pleasure.

It was something I’d never dare to forget.

“Cum on me, Mos. Show me how well you listen.”

He was undone within seconds. Cum still sticky after the countless times he came. He found himself riding out his orgasm as he squeezed even tighter around my cock. Moskov slumped on top of me, making us stick together by our body fluids. Sweat dripped off my forehead as I stayed inside him. My cum spilling out from his greedy hole.

My vision fogged, the adrenaline slowly leaving my body. Between finding out Spiderman’s true identity and the countless times I had orgasmed, everything felt light. My anger evaporated, my body sensitive. As my consciousness faded, the last thing I heard Moskov say was,

“Sorry, I’ll never hide anything from you again. I’ll prove it to you when I’m fully healed.”

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