Desperate for you

He really wanted to do things right this time, but between being the only Spiderman in New York, saving the multiverse, belonging to a society with the arachnids of each of the existing dimensions and having Miguel O'Hara as a boss; He had failed again in his relationship with Mary Jane. Although this time she let him see his daughter Mayday and be part of her life. At least they had a certain friendship and cordial treatment between them.

But! The big but of all that. It was a small obsession that had arisen lately, and sometimes he thought it wasn't so small. He didn't know when it had happened. He only knew that it didn't let him live in peace.

In fact, he had stopped going to the Spiderverse headquarters for several weeks, just because he knew he would be there, it was obvious that he would be there. He was the boss, the leader, the organizer of everything and who had taken his role in maintaining the balance of those universes very seriously.

He sighed as he flipped through the television channels, while eating cold pizza in that depressing apartment. He took a sip of his beer, when a hologram of the object of his desire suddenly emerged from his communicator bracelet.

He almost choked with fright and had to spit out what was in his mouth, because Miguel was always like that, he communicated without a warning or making a slight call or anything. Peter wiped his mouth with a T-shirt that he had balled up on one side on the couch. It felt a little hard, dry with some substance that he didn't want to think or know what it was.

“Parker! Are you drinking during work hours?” Miguel's voice with a tone of annoyance echoed through the apartment.

“Technically, I'm not on work hours, I've already finished my patrol for today.” Peter said, somewhat embarrassed that Miguel saw him looking almost naked, without a shirt and only in his glorious gray pants that he didn't remember if he had washed that week or not.

“You have to always be alert; we never rest and you know it.” Miguel pointed an accusatory finger at him. Peter rolled his eyes and took another sip of his beer.

“I saw that, Parker! Stop getting drunk, we have a mission.”

“What?! But why me?!" said an annoyed Peter.

“Because you are the only one available.” Miguel also seemed upset at the possibility of teaming up with him.

“Tell Ben! He always wants to lick your ass.” Peter said without hiding his annoyance at all and thinking. 'Although I wish I were doing that too.' He shook his head. He didn't have to be thinking that about the hologram man that came out of the bracelet on his wrist.

“He’s busy on another mission. So, either you come or I'm coming for you!”

“OK, take it easy now... I'll go” There was a silence in which neither Peter moved, nor Miguel cut the communication.

“What are you waiting for?! Move, Parker!”

“I have to get dressed! Or what? Do you want to see me get dress and have an erotic call with me or what?”

Miguel growled in annoyance and ended the call. Peter finished his beer in one gulp. He had to get the courage to look at that grumpy, bad-tempered Mexican in the face.

He dressed in his suit, tried to suck in his belly without much success and gave up completely, his body was already that way due to age, or that was what he wanted to believe, not because of his bad habits that had returned along with that apartment where he lived.

He opened the portal with his bracelet and entered it, in a matter of minutes he was at the headquarters. Miguel on his elevated platform, watching the different screens of the universes.

“You are late, Parker.” Miguel said without taking his eyes off the monitors.

“I'm here, that's what counts.” Peter threw his web and rose towards the platform and fell next to Miguel, who turned around and was waiting for him with his arms crossed.

Peter was grateful that he had put on his mask before leaving his apartment, so Miguel wouldn't realize how he was looking at him at that moment. He had to look the other way. All those thoughts that came to mind in a matter of seconds about the brunette in front of him couldn't be normal.

“We have an anomaly, let's go for it.” Miguel finally said, marking the coordinates on his own bracelet. Peter nodded and set the coordinates of the universe they would both go to and they entered the portal.

It was raining in that New York; it was night and soon they were both soaked. Peter caught a glimpse of Miguel. He swallowed dryly at the image it gave him. It wasn't possible, how could a man look like that.

The tight suit shone with the rainwater, highlighting the muscles in a very suggestive way of the six-foot tall man next to him. Miguel was attentive, looking in all directions looking for the anomaly. He took a few more steps towards the edge of the building. Peter completely saw Miguel's back. He looked down his entire body and stopped for a moment on the brunette's butt.

'I want to fuck Miguel O'Hara, his delicious curves excite me too much, so much so that they make me reach an orgasm just by seeing them, I would like to spank his dark and soft buttocks hard, damn, he drives me crazy, I can't see him because he makes me hard.'

Peter unconsciously touched his member over the suit, squeezing his shaft and feeling a certain pleasure and tranquility as he adjusted his hardness. 'Shit! What do I do now? I’m already this hard.'

When he noticed that Miguel was going to turn to look at him, Peter immediately turned his back on him and climbed onto the edge of the building.

“I'll go look for him there, it will be faster if we separate, right?” He didn't want Miguel to see him like that. It would be too embarrassing.

Before Miguel could respond, Peter launched his web and swung towards the other building. The Mexican was going to complain, but didn’t. It wasn't a bad idea to split up, so they could find the Doc Octopus that was not from that universe.

They had a good battle to capture the anomaly, both were injured but not seriously. They returned to the headquarters and Miguel took off his mask, he only had a scratch or two and he prepared to lock up the villain.

Peter also took off his mask, one cheekbone was already swollen from a blow he received squarely in the face. He knew that he would soon regenerate thanks to his rapid recovery cells, he looked at his bracelet and began to set the coordinates to return to his universe. Miguel noticed what Peter was doing and walked over and took him by the arm.

“Where are you going Parker? You have to tend to your wounds first.” Peter instinctively pulled his arm to free himself from Miguel's grip, who saw him somewhat confused by the gesture and then frowned. “I know we don't get along well, Parker, but I have to worry about your health.”

“No... it's not that Miguel...” Peter had realized that with his gesture and attitude he had looked somewhat aggressive towards Miguel. “I'm fine, my injuries are nothing serious, I can take care of myself at home.”

“Do you call that pigsty where you live a home?” The Mexican said mockingly.

“Yeah, any problem with that?” Peter was starting to get upset for some reason, coming face to face with Miguel.

Seeing him directly to his crimson eyes made him remember how much he wanted to see that face twisted in pleasure, with his mouth full of him, fucking his mouth until he came inside and made him swallow all his hot white liquid.

“You know what, Miguel, I'm not in the mood...” Peter turned anywhere but at the man in front of him.

He had been sexually frustrated for a long time, since his ex-wife had become pregnant and due to complications, and because Peter always worried about her, he did not dare to touch her at any time. Now he felt like a pressure cooker that at any moment if he was touched or handled too much, it would explode and he didn't even know how he would react to that.

“You should have gotten over your drunkenness by now. Or you already have a hangover so soon... I imagine that with age you can't last as long as before.”

The mocking tone that the brunette continued to use made something boil in Peter's stomach. It was true that he was older than Miguel, but that did not give the Mexican the right to see him as someone less capable.

In a quick movement, Peter tackled Miguel to the ground and threw his webs surrounding the young man's body and tying his wrists behind his back, thus managing to subdue the taller man.

“¿Qué mierdas haces, Parker?!” Miguel roared furiously, struggling and trying to free himself.

“I'll show you how someone my age can still "hold out" enough.” Peter said, sitting on Miguel's stomach. He opened the portal that would take him directly to his apartment. He got up and picked up Miguel like he was a sack of potatoes. Although he struggled, the web was tight and it was obvious how Peter had quite a bit of strength just like him. He felt his back hit something relatively soft.

They were at Peter's apartment and he had dropped him on his mattress on the floor. Now that he had him subdued and to himself, he didn't even know where to start. Miguel looked at him with fury, but he continued trying to free himself from the web. Since he felt a certain nervousness about how the older man saw him. There was a certain degenerate touch in Peter’s eyes that unnerved Miguel.

Then Peter smiled in a lascivious manner. He sat back down on Miguel's stomach and leaned over him. He wanted to taste those full and thick lips of the brunette. So that's what he attacked first. Miguel didn't expect that, it caught him off guard and Peter was able to put his tongue completely in the brunette's mouth.

'Shock! ¡¿Qué chingados intenta este cabrón?!' Miguel thought, as he saw Peter's face, who had his eyes closed and was thoroughly enjoying that kiss.

He was about to bite Peter's tongue to push him away when he froze. The older man was completely hard and was rubbing against the brunette's strong body, moaning into the kiss, enjoying the pleasure that the rubbing of their bodies caused him despite wearing his suit still.

Miguel didn't even know what to do, he reciprocated that kiss automatically, letting the other explore his mouth completely and playing with his tongue in circles, starting to drip saliva from the corners and not being able to contain a moan/groan himself. Peter sat up suddenly, wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

“I see you liked it, big guy.”

“¡Hijo de puta, bájate y verás!...”

But Miguel was interrupted when Peter turned him over on the mattress. The brunette had his hands behind his back and Peter took the opportunity to deactivate Miguel's suit from his bracelet, leaving him completely naked.

Miguel then began to fear Peter's intentions that were becoming increasingly clear. He opened his red eyes in surprise when a hand slammed heavily on one of his buttcheeks and then that same hand began to massage the muscle as if it were some kind of dough.

Again, another hard spank, Miguel couldn't help but scream. Peter began to delight in how firm those buttocks felt and how they bounced with each of his slaps. The skin began to turn reddish, but he did not stop spanking the man who winced and raised his ass and kicked to try to escape each spank.

At some point the screams began to sound like moans and gasps. Peter smiled, apparently Miguel's weak point was his ass. He took both buttocks with his full hands and separated them to see the brunette's entrance and began to play with the tip of his tongue in that place. He pushed his tongue into the small hole and then made small circles, then slowly put his tongue back in. He salivated all over the spot and took bites of the skin from time to time. Miguel couldn't handle the sensations, he had never been touched in that way, much less in that place. Peter even took charge of licking the perineum and sucking the delicate skin of the brunette's testicles, which had made Miguel arch his back. An electric shock traveled from that sensitive skin to the tip of his hard on.

-Parker! Stop!... Detente... ¡Hijo de puta!... Vas a hacer que me... Argh!!!”

Peter watched in ecstasy as Miguel came and completely stained his mattress. And the brunette was as hard as Peter and couldn't help but climax when the older man was playing with his entrance like that. Miguel collapsed on the mattress panting. The older man helped him lift Miguel's ass again, as he already had that entrance well lubricated with his saliva, he began by inserting a couple of fingers.

If he had known that Miguel was going to be this sensitive, he would have eaten him sooner, but he respected the barrier of being "coworkers." No more. He would enjoy that body that was writhing in pleasure and that by inertia was already pushing itself towards those fingers that were invading and stretching it little by little.

Peter hadn't touched himself so far, all his attention was on the brunette, but his cock was throbbing again and again, waiting to feel the other's body. He took it out with his other hand and directed it to that entrance, he took out his fingers and began to push little by little.

“¡Cabron!... Slow down!”

“Just relax Miggs, look how this part of you is accepting me with great enthusiasm.”

He rarely listened to his instincts like that, also a part of him was extremely excited, he found himself being stimulated inside to such a degree that through the discomfort he could find that moment of pleasure. He couldn't help but moan uncontrollably as Peter began hitting his prostate with the tip of his cock over and over again.

“Miggs this is much better than just imagining it.” Peter spanked the soft skin again, while thrusting himself again and again at a gentle pace. Feeling the skin of his buttocks bounce against his thighs was a wonderful sensation.

“¡Pinche pervertido cabrón! Aaah!!... Let me go Parker... I want... I want to touch myself!!!” Miguel had his eyes closed and his expression was desperate to find the point of ecstasy. He was still hard despite his first orgasm and he wanted to free himself from that tension that was growing in his lower abdomen. Like a knot that wanted to come loose.

"Just promise that you're not going to turn around and hit me." Peter said, smiling as he continued to push himself into the brunette's body again and again.

“Do it pendejo!”

“Ok, ok, I’ll do it.”

Peter finally broke the web by releasing Miguel's arms, who grab with one of his hands on to the mattress and the other took it to his erection to begin caressing it from top to bottom. He raised his ass higher and opened his legs wider to give Peter more room to continue pounding him, while Miguel rubbed himself at the same pace that Peter was imposing.

Peter squeezed the skin of the brunette's buttocks and hips, he was in paradise, having his hands full, his cock well sheathed inside Miguel's body and hearing him moan, curse and ask for more, it was complete and delicious madness.

The older man leaned down and grabbed a handful of Miguel's hair and deepened the thrusts. He was close, his testicles felt harder and harder, close to letting out a stream, and Miguel's walls contracted around his cock, as if they wanted to squeeze him to the maximum. Miguel kept pushing back. He never imagined that he would enjoy being taken like that by Peter. He babbled and just repeated Peter’s name over and over again.

“Miggs ... I'm close.”

“Me too... faster... harder...”

A couple more somewhat erratic thrusts and Peter reached the delicious orgasm that made him arch his back and throw his head back, while he squeezed more and more the skin of the brunette in his hands. Miguel gave a long cry of pleasure and spilled on the mattress for the second time, staining part of his abdomen and chest. He fell down panting, taking Peter with him, who fell on top of his body.

They were both breathing heavily. Miguel felt exhausted. Not just because of the act but because of everything he had been struggling with Peter. He stayed in limbo for a moment, between consciousness and unconsciousness. Between the post-orgasmic tremors of his body and the tranquility that comes after an act like that. He felt the other come out of him and get up from him, but he couldn't move. Sleep overcame him for a while as he felt warmth cover his body. Peter had covered him with a sheet.

When he opened his eyes, he stood up abruptly, his suit was already activated again, but without his mask. He searched the apartment and there was Peter, sitting on the floor with his legs crossed with a guilty look on his face. Miguel frowned. Why would Peter have to see him that way? Then he remembered. 'Oh yes, este carbón literally abused me.'

“Don't look at me like that, Parker.” Miguel noticed the sheet he had on him and put it aside.

“Miggs ... I'm sorry... I shouldn't have... I don't know what possessed me... it's just... You're so fucking sensual! And your damn ass! Who has an ass like that?! And let's not start with your skin! Do you exfoliate daily? Why do you feel so soft?...”

“Parker... shut up.” Miguel interrupted the older man. He ran his hand through his hair. “I understand... you don't have to apologize. I had already noticed how you looked at me... No estoy pendejo... of course I noticed.”

Peter wanted to speak, but Miguel motioned for him to shut up and let him continue talking.

“Pensé que era mi imaginación… chingada madre… lo que quiero decir… es que…”

Peter didn't understand what Miguel said, so he stood up from where he was and knelt in front of Miguel on the mattress where he was still sitting. Then he put his arms around the brunette's neck and pulled him against him to kiss him again.

He was about to push him more instinctively than wanting to push him away, but he restrained himself and let the older man kiss him and he himself began to reciprocate the kiss. It felt good. It felt really good.

He didn't have to say anything else. He knew that Miguel was not someone who could express himself well. So, it would be better to avoid the embarrassment and he would take the initiative for the young man.

“I like you too Miggs.”

Miguel blushed and shoved Peter's face. Although Miguel had an angry face, he felt the embarrassment.

“Eres un pendejo. ¡Empezaste todo mal! ¡¿Cómo vienes a cogerme y luego me dices que te gusto?!”

"I don't know what did you say, but I love you too."

Miguel grunted in response and let Peter kiss him again and pulled the older man to lie down with him, on the old mattress.

“Para la otra, el que te va a dar un cogidon voy a ser yo”

Peter smiled like a fool, still not understanding what Miguel was saying, but he nodded and they stayed hugging for a while in Peter's apartment. With a promise in the air that this would happen again and again.