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MJ got it as soon as Peter pulled his hand away. And his hand didn’t feel empty, that would be ridiculous. But he did want to reassure Peter like the second he showed any sign of really being flustered in a bad way. “Hey,” he said, his tone softening as he looked at Peter. “It’s okay. We don’t have to be on again for you to hold my hand. You can do that pretty much whenever, and you know if I don’t want to, there are ways out of it,” he said. God, he was just so wholesome and concerned, and it really shouldn’t have been as endearing as it was. 

Peter looked at MJ as he spoke, telling him all the right things that would calm Peter down or at least make him feel less like a spastic weirdo, and more like he was just normal. But he nodded, “Okay, I mean-that’s good, right? That we can be that chill, between us, whenever..” he said, and then he was looking at MJ again, and then back, and then he was reaching over to take his hand in his own again and smiled a little sheepishly. “There.” He said, nodding as if it had been finalized now.

Nathan doesn’t remember how he ended up in this house, all he knew was that he’d crashed in through a window and ended up panting against the floor when he’d crumpled to his knees. Metal fingers scrambled to tug and pull away fabric, yanking and pulling it off feverish skin as he’d fumbled through the first aid kit he found. Nothing helped with the fire in his skin or satiating the gnawing hunger growing stronger.

Two bites. Two and already he was nearly delirious.

A crash and a muffled sound of words. Someone was here, whimpering and whining loud enough that it catches hold of the more primal parts of his brain. Nathan knows he should recognize him, but all he can think about is how he’s aching to reach out and sink his teeth into pale sweaty skin.

Words might’ve slipped free, but all he can hear is his own shaking exhale and the way he’s dropping to his knees fast. It feels familiar, getting down and crawling towards another man, but he knows distantly it’s because of the venom. Metal fingers smooth along the boy’s nape, a half-growled apology on panting lips, before he’s dragging the other man in closer to kiss him hard. Tasting him helps – licking and biting his way into his mouth and crowding in close, but Nathan is restless and aching.

Words catch in his throat and his mouth is busy biting possessive and hard at the boy’s neck. More more more, his thoughts cry out as his hands set to tugging and pulling at clothing desperately so he can touch fever hot skin. Glassy eyes flutter open, examining the pretty way those lips swell in the wake of his teeth sinking in hard. “You’re beautiful,” he hears himself breathe out on the boy’s mouth, hands spreading strong thighs and palming his cock boldly.

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Peter was losing himself--gone, the venom was heating his skin to an almost unbearable sense of desire and heat, dying for any kind of attention. He noticed someone coming closer than, who seemed to have an equal amount of fire and heat in his gaze, and already he was leaning into the touch, instantly, “Fuck..” he said, whimpering the word and shaking his head, it was so much. So much.

Already he was helping the tug at clothing, and he was doing the same for Nathan, wanting to get him just as naked until the young Spider-man was resting on the floor, gasping as a hand reached between his thighs and he was being palmed.

“You--” he said, shaking his head, kissing him again, crawling closer and then moving to straddle him and pull him closer. “Need you to fuck me.” He said, simply, not even caring if he didn’t know who this man was.

He let his arms run over Peter’s torso as the other stood and sighed. His nerves were on fire from stimulation the likes of which he couldn’t remember ever receiving. “Thank you,” he breathed, leaning into the kiss as he wrapped his mismatched arms around the younger man. He could taste himself on the other’s tongue, a strange feeling but not unpleasant.

Shock took over his features at the question. “Do I…what?” he asked, then, “would you let me?” His legs quivered from the gentle hand stroking along his length and he nodded. “I want to. Please.”

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Peter felt safe in the moment those strong arms wrapped around him, especially when he felt the metal arm there, stronger than the other, and he grinned, looking up at him. He felt a little shy asking Bucky that question, and he just gave him a nod, when he, too, seemed to be a little shy about it. “Good,” he said, nodding.

Peter was quick to move then, a little awkwardly, but he was pulling the man away from the wall and moved him down to settle Bucky down on the couch, and Spider-man moved in to sit on his lap, grinning. He was grinding himself back, softly, “I really want you inside me..”

Joaquin was patrolling the night, flying under the night sky along with his confidant Redwing. At one point he saw someone, who at a closer look was bleeding as he saw his battle with the black creature.He watched then run away, swinging like he had seen Venom do so before, but that wasn’t, that was Spider-man! He was a huge fan!

He landed close to the warehouse and he ran as fast as he could towards him. Once he opened door and watched him, he couldn’t help but worry. “Hey, are you ok?” He asked, “Did that thing bit you?

It was Joaquin who came in and saw him in this current state, and he just shook his head, fighting through the weird sensation that was filling his entire body. “It did, I don’t understand what the heck is happening,” he complained, shifting and looking over at the other boy.

“It feels like--hot? Not like I am burning, but I am maybe like.. fever?” He said and sighed, shaking his head, tugging at the spider-suit now, wanting to get it off his frame. “I think it might be serious.”

His metal hand found the wall, using it as a brace to keep himself upright. Long hair fell in front of his face, brushing against his shoulders with each panting breath he took. Peter’s mouth felt so perfect, warm and wet and he damn, he could barely form a coherent thought. Normally, such a thing terrified him, but not now, now he only felt exhilarated.

He nearly whined at the loss, his first instinct to ask if he had done something wrong. Pushing the question away became easier when he heard Peter’s voice again. “Y-you do?” he stammered, swallowing hard. How could just words make his cock ache like that? “Thank you.” There was nothing else he could think to say and he wanted to find some way to make Peter feel good as well. More was on his tongue but then hands were on his balls and he nearly lost his balance.

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Looking up at Bucky, he was fixated on making him smile like that, feel that pleasure, and he knew that this might be a little wrong -- he seemed broken, like he didn’t know who he was, there was some kind of comfort in this as well. That he was bringing Bucky out .. with his mouth. As he moved to stand up, he looked Bucky in the eye, tilting his head, “James..” he said, and then leaned in and kissed him, soft but messy, letting him taste himself and pulled back.

“Do you want to fuck me?” He asked, honestly, hands trialing Bucky’s naked form, down along his body and then pausing at his dick, hand wrapping around it then and giving it a few more slow strokes, impressed by it’s size and Peter was already aching to have it inside.

His general enthusiasm about so many things, even little things, that was another reason why Peter was so freaking endearing. There was a list, and it would probably take MJ quite some time to list them all down. “Cool. Can’t go wrong with pineapple on pizza. But you know, if you were a fruit, you’d be a fineapple,” he said, squeezing his hand once as he delivered the pun. However, then he noticed Peter’s expression. “What’s wrong?” he asked, eyebrows knitting together in concern. A lot of the time, he could read Peter like an open book, but sometimes even he wasn’t sure what was going on in that brilliant mind of his. 

“Oh damn, MJ,” he said, grinning at the stupid play on words that always made Peter laugh. The boy always seemed to ready to throw out some puns, and Peter caught all of them with a laugh and sometimes even a high five, but his hands were currently busy sending Peter into a crisis. Pull back? Keep them? It was too much, and MJ could tell instantly and Peter pulled back then, shaking his head, hands in his pockets. “Nothing! I was just, this, it’s nice, and I was thinking about before? And it was just a weird time lapse moment and I didn’t know what to do about, so,” he nodded, emphasizing to his hands being away.

@thatwebhead​

There was a difference between use and care. Handlers had used him like this, but it had been cold, distant, and his own possible feelings were never a consideration. With Peter, he felt different, as though the experience was meant for them both equally. He shivered, trying to hold his hips back from thrusting into the younger man’s mouth.

“G-good,” he stammered, about to say more, but then that mouth was back on him and he lost all words. His speech turned to a series of moans, flesh hand tangling into Peter’s hair.

All he wanted was to watch how Bucky was coming undone, loved the way his body reacted to his mouth and Peter fixated on it for a moment, bobbing his head and watching the muscled frame in front of him flex, ache for it and he was sucking him a little more diligently, wanting to get more of that stammering, those moans, wanted to make Bucky just feel good. 

Pulling back, Peter grinned up at him and kept his hand tight around him, stroking him now as he watched. “I like making you feel good, James, you look so incredible like this.. feeling pleasure.” he teased, hand sliding up his thighs, and while he was stroking, his other started to tease and tug at the balls, working him up. // @asset-winter-bucky​

Peter’s trying not to blush face was priceless and familiar, and MJ couldn’t help but smile a little, squeezing his hand once as they walked together. It was actually really nice, MJ thought as he wandered around himself, after Peter at first before just exploring on his own as he’d expect Peter to do if their roles were somehow reversed. “Hell yeah. I have like…” MJ dug around in his pocket. “Ten bucks? Which is maybe somewhat of an approximation toward half a pizza.” He’d just have less than half of it and hopefully that’d be good enough. 

“Score! 10 bucks is perfect, we can get something good with that,” he said, digging around his pockets for a few crumbled bills of his own so together they could go splits on a pizza and he was quick, tech savvy little Peter Parker, ordering it without any human contact and grinned at the red head in his place. “There, it’ll be here soon..” he said, realizing that he had ordered the pizza with one hand and the other hadn’t actually left MJ’s, and he looked up at him with a bit of a wide gaze, wondering if he should pull back, or not.

“Well i can’t wait to see it, Parker.” he chuckled a little by playfully punching the younger brunette’s arm.” He could see that the other was a bit nervous, and tried to ease the other, since Bobby knew of that feeling all too well. “It’s fine, Peter. Pizza sounds great!” he encouraged him with a smile. “I just want to spend time with you.” 

“Yay, Peter and Pizza!” He said, playful, teasing, when he turned around and saw that warm smile directed towards him, and he licked over his lips. “I mean, I wanna spend time with you, too,” he said, nodding, and was quick to start to lead Bobby back to his place, hoping it would be some kind of cool hang out for them and maybe their friends. “And here!” He said, smiling, opening the door to guide the other in.

“Pizza and trail mix. I’m a lucky boy.” Scott teased the younger male, a smile dawning on him as he watched how incredibly awkward the young superhero acted around, well, everyone. Crossing his arms against his chest, eyes squinting just a little to show his disapproval, or attempts to display such, Scott hummed lightly. “Sounds good. But don’t think I’m taking my clothes off on the first date, Parker. I’m not that kind of girl.”

“Well!” He said, laughing, as if he had to defend his pizza and trail mix offerings, not that they were the best best he felt like the it was enough to get by if he had to. “HEY!” He exclaimed, loudly, almost flailing as he waved his arms to the doorway to his new place and was emphatically just like -- “No! Date, not, this, although you’re handsome and obviously but also not, which is somethi-nevermind..”

“Well i can’t wait to see it, Parker.” he chuckled a little by playfully punching the younger brunette’s arm.” He could see that the other was a bit nervous, and tried to ease the other, since Bobby knew of that feeling all too well. “It’s fine, Peter. Pizza sounds great!” he encouraged him with a smile. “I just want to spend time with you.” 

“You’re sweet..” he said, with a small smile, shy, because Bobby Drake wanted to spend time with him? It was a lot to take in that moment and he was grinning like an idiot, nodding--maybe he crushed on Bobby a tiny bit--and he was giving the other a nod, waving him inside. “Are you good with pineapple? I am one of those people that put it on my pizza all the time.”

“You know there’s no issue if it’s about something you want.” Tony remarked, after all he had to say this often since Peter didn’t really like to spend as much money as he should. “Oh didn’t I? I thought you might enjoy having a big bed to have some fun on it, I can take it with me if you really don’t want it.” He wanted to do a little teasing before this went where he thought, taking into account the blush and his nervousness.

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Seeing Peter on the ground again, he was abruptly reminded of their difference in height and just how young the other looked. He tried to look anywhere else at the compliment, still unused to them and feeling the urge to hide behind his hair.

His body shuddered at the first touch, breath catching even as he did his best to keep a steady rhythm. However, his concentration was shattered once there was a tongue against him and he moaned loudly, placing his hands on the wall to keep himself grounded.

Peter kept his eyes fixated on Bucky, watching that naked man flex in all the right ways as he felt pleasure and he wondered how long it had been since he had felt this kind of pleasure with a man. His grin grew a little more, and he nuzzled in close, brushing his lips and cheek against the length of Bucky’s dick, just to give it some affection before he pulled back and kept his hand around it, stroking him now.

“How does that feel, James?” He said with a grin, and parted his lips, started to sink his lips down him once more, starting slowly, tasting and groaning.