thatwebhead:
Peter had no idea what was going on, there was such a mess of damage and some creepy creatures running around, making everything worse. Heād tracked one down, and followed it into an alley where with a few punchesāthat did nothing!!āPeter felt lost. Soon enough, the monster was on him, pinning him down and he was being bit, his yelling echoing through the alleyway. Luckily he was able to get a few webslings in, out of the area and ducking into one of the Avengers safe houses, as the venom hit. And he was in a pure heated desire,Ā āoh my god..ā he said, dropping to his knees, tugging at his clothes and whimpering because he just needed something so badly. He didnāt even realize someone else was in the safehouse.
Nathan doesnāt remember how he ended up in this house, all he knew was that heād crashed in through a window and ended up panting against the floor when heād crumpled to his knees. Metal fingers scrambled to tug and pull away fabric, yanking and pulling it off feverish skin as heād 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 heās aching to reach out and sink his teeth into pale sweaty skin.
Words mightāve slipped free, but all he can hear is his own shaking exhale and the way heās dropping to his knees fast. It feels familiar, getting down and crawling towards another man, but he knows distantly itās because of the venom. Metal fingers smooth along the boyās nape, a half-growled apology on panting lips, before heās 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 boyās 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.Ā āYouāre beautiful,ā he hears himself breathe out on the boyās mouth, hands spreading strong thighs and palming his cock boldly.
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