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616-based peter parker of marvel comics.
by violet.

^{51. Our muses have sex for the first time.}

^{“No – I mean,” he pauses, sucks in his bottom lip and chuckle-gasps. “Keep doing that, but …”} 

^{It’s here that his breath hitches as Connor takes him in full, down to the shaft and back up again. He’s quite wonderful at this but, then again, what hasn’t he been wonderful at? ( part of him, peter realizes, thinks quite a few things, though it’s something he tries desperately to suppress ) – his eyes close as he basks in the feeling that comes from Connor’s mouth wrapped around him. Then, suddenly, the feeling stops and he looks down to be met with Connor’s questioning gaze.}

^{“Does it feel that good?” he’s asked.} 

^{For a few moments, Peter’s speechless – not in the bad way, more so in the holy shit, he’s adorable way – before he breaks into a wide grin and nods. He’s still speechless – breathless, too, so he lets his facial expressions do any further talking for him.} 

^{“Good,” Connor adds before returning to suck on Peter’s cock. Through his own moans, Peter can hear Connor moaning too, and he’s back to being speechless in the same way he always is when he’s with Connor. “You feeling good is good.”} 

^{“Bit redundant don’t’cha … nnh … think?” he manages to croak out and, meekly: “Shh – iit.”} 

^{This causes Connor to stop momentarily, matching Peter’s grin and adding his own mischievous touch to it. “Got other things on my mind than to worry about redundancy.” he continues.} 

^{For a few minutes they’re both silent, relishing in the presence of the other. Peter’s hands eventually find their way to the tuft of hair on Connor’s head and they roam, not settle – he’s far too excited at this point to remain still. It isn’t long before he cums and, remarkably, Connor takes it all. Swallows, too. Peter hasn’t felt this good in, well – ever, really.} 

^{“You taste better than I would’ve thought.”} 

^{“Why – didja think I was gonna be sour? Is it my sparkling personality?” he says, mocking defeat and despair.} 

^{Connor laughs, shakes his head. “It’s my first time, too.”} 

^{They’re silent again, Connor sliding up towards Peter so their faces are parallel. Peter stares into his eyes, searching for some measure of untruth – something he can grasp onto so he can go down the rabbit hole of overthinking. He finds nothing. Boy, he really likes me. he thinks, then: Oh, boy – I sound like a head-over-heels teenage girl now! But he is. – head over heels.} 

^{“Hey, Con.”}

^{“Yeah, Pete?”} 

^{He laughs. “Stop. No, but.” pause. readies himself. “I mean – if you want, we can …”} 

^{Silence, then, the dawning of realization. He shakes his head. “Mhn mhn. Only if you want.”} 

^{Peter kisses Connor, smiling. “Buddy, do I want to.”} 

^{“Fine … but only on the condition you don’t call me Buddy.” he smiles, too. And, once again, Peter’s speechless in the same way.} 

^“Deal.” 

^{So they start kissing again and it isn’t long before Peter can feel himself getting hard – he can feel Connor pressing against his leg, too and that doesn’t do him any favors. He reaches down to give Connor a few strokes, but Connor grabs his wrist, pinning it down. Oh, we’re doing this he thinks, tries to move out of the grip, momentarily forgetting that, if anything, Connor’s as strong as he is.  His lips part from Peter’s, trailing down his neck and settling, however briefly, on his collarbone. He bites down, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Peter.} 

^{“See –” Connor says, moving his lips down Peter’s bare chest. “That’s the stuff I like you to do.”} 

^{“Mmm hmm …” Peter agrees, back arching. “Jus’ keep goin’.”} 

^{He does and what Peter expected, it certainly wasn’t this. He looks down to see Connor wetting his fingers, spreading his spit across Peter’s cock ( this as if to specifically tease Peter and – what d’ya know, it’s working ) before wetting them again. He waits a few moments, drags his lips down to Peter’s head and kisses it a few time, distracting Peter from Connor slowly ( agonizingly ) sliding his index and middle fingers into Peter’s ass. The pain is brief, then it subsides and fades into pleasure.}

^{Amazingly, he’s able to ask – “H – ow?”} 

^{Connor chuckles. “I read about it.” pause. “What? I had to prepare. I didn’t wanna mess up.”}

^{So Peter’s a little bit in love, that’s fine. His breath hitches again, back arching, eyes closed. Connor basks in this expression for a while, thrusting his fingers in – out – in – out. He continues for quite some time, eventually stopping, shifting his body so he’s above Peter, lips close to his ears.} 

^{“Are you rea –” pause, then: “Are you sure?”} 

^{Peter nods, but he’s blushing, looking to the side. Embarrassed, maybe. Nervous more likely. Connor’s voice echoes in his own mind: It’s my first time too. So maybe Connor’s nervous too. But they both want it ( this, he’s sure of, he can feel Peter’s erection pressed against his stomach ), so he nods, mostly to himself. He inhales, mentally preparing. He slides in – easily, he thinks –, moaning. Probably louder than Peter – he can’t exactly tell, he’s been lost in another world since they started kissing again.} 

^{But he does hear Peter when he moans out, “Ohhh … Connor,”} 

^{This leads to Connor leaning down, crushing his lips against Peter’s own and Peter reciprocates. He starts thrusting, loving the feeling of Peter tightening around him and Peter loving the feeling of Connor deep inside – they’re lost, together, in a cacophony of moans and sharp inhalations of breath. Peter’s legs wrap around Connor’s waist, hips moving in tandem with each subsequent thrust.} 

^{“I –” Connor whines out, head tossed back.} 

^{They must be in sync, because Peter swallows a gasp-moan and nods, smiling. “M-me too.”} 

^{Connor thrusts a final time, pressing his hips against Peter as far as they are allowed. He slides out, Peter looking at him in confusion, before he realizes what is being requested of him. So he shifts against the bed, moving down, cupping Connor’s balls in his hands. He looks up at Connor, eyelashes batting ( this in response to Connor’s earlier, more successful teasing efforts ), lapping his tongue against the head then taking him in full. Connor’s bigger than Peter realizes, so when he slides his mouth down to almost the bottom, he starts to gag. Connor pulls away – but Peter presses his hands against Connor’s waist. No, I got this the gesture says. So Connor stays, tosses his head back again. Then he cums, more than Peter ( he’s built up quite a bit after all of this ) and Peter manages to get most of it before taking Connor out of his mouth. Looking up at Connor a final time, he opens his mouth, shows Connor his reward then, smiling, swallows it all.} 

^{“Damn Connor, I –”} 

^{He shakes his head. “Mnh. You were pretty good too.”} 

^{“I didn’t do nothin’.”} 

^{“You made some cute sounds.”} 

^{He blushes. “Shut up.”} 

^{“I’d say make me but –”} 

^{“Dunno about you but I’m pooped.”} 

^{“Did you –” a laugh. “Just say pooped?”} 

^{“Yeup. Too pooped to pop.”} 

^{“You’re such a dork.” a pause. “That’s why I love you.”} 

^{A smile. “Thanks. I love you too.”} 

^{You better. “Of course y’ do, Pete, I’m pretty charming.”} 

^{“Careful buster, I might just have to kiss you.”} 

Connor shrugs. “So do it.”

So he does.