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A small hiss of pain ripped Peter out of the book he was reading. Not because it was an unknown or terrifying sound, but because of who it was. Glancing over with crooked glasses, Spider-Woman crawled quietly through his window. The soft taps of her feet hitting the wooden floor was unheard to the world but him. Peter put the book aside as a breathy giggle escaped the hero.
“Pete, you should be asleep.” Gwen whispers as she pulls off her mask, showing a wide smile. A smile that always takes Peter’s breath away. But all he could do was frown with concern.
“Was waiting for you,” the messy-haired boy murmured quietly as he pushed the blankets aside to get out of bed. “I should get some ice for that eye.”
The spider-themed vigilante shook her head as she raced over to Peter’s side. Lightly pushing him back to sitting on the bed, she said. “Don’t worry about it, the bruise will be gone by tomorrow.”
Peter let out a worried sigh as he laid his palm against her cheek, fingers gently inspecting the injured skin. “I know, I just don’t want you to be in pain.”
“I’m not,” her smile turned gentle as her blue eyes softened. Gwen’s hand guided Peter’s palm to her lips. Kissing her lover’s hand, she whispered into it with deep emotion. “Trust me, I can take care of myself. You don’t have to worry about me.”
Letting out another sigh, this time releasing all the stress he had been holding onto, Peter smiled up at her. “I know…”
Gwen’s other hand slid up to the side of his neck as she bent down to kiss his forehead. Her lips were always gentle and careful against his skin. Always meticulous with the message she writes on his flesh. Each touch was slow and attentive, as if Peter was the only person she cared for. Each promise and bind, a vow to protect him as if he was invaluable. Protecting him in a world that took away so much from him, his parents, his childhood, his mentor. Here she still was, fighting against villains and criminals. Becoming a hero, and a true inspiration to him.
Dear heavens, he loved her. His heart pounded at that truth as his fingers danced up to her messy, blonde hair. Even though Gwen’s hair was sticky with sweat, it was still soft and familiar against his fingertips. Still home to him. She then kissed in between his eyebrows, lowering herself to be face to face. Her soft, yet powerful hands rested on his hips as she glanced at his lips. He unconsciously licked them as he leaned forward.
Closing his eyes, their lips meet. Soft and full of emotion. Full of love. Peter’s other arm hooked over her shoulder, pulling her closer. She let out a content sigh as the distance between their bodies diminished. The kiss became more heated as Gwen’s right hand traveled up his back and held his neck from behind. Peter held back a small whimper as he felt his body becoming warmer. A pit of desire grew inside of him, though he tried to ignore it.
The other hand grasped under his knee as she pressed Peter farther onto the bed, giving her room to join him on it. A small gasp of surprise slipped his lips, his arms wrapped around her neck as she fit perfectly between his legs. Her fingers caressed under his thigh as the hand on his neck traveled to his hair. Suddenly, a small click of Peter’s glasses landing on the floor made them pause and pull away, glancing over to the noise. They both let out a laugh and looked at each other again. Gwen’s smile lessened a little as her eyes looked deep into his, looking for something. Peter knew what it was, because it was already happening. He was becoming anxious.
The desire building up, wanting more and more of her. Wanting to touch and be touched in such pleasurable ways, wanting to hear her moan and moaning her name. It was terrifying, in a way he cannot pinpoint. Sex, and anything sexual made him feel nervous, or just downright ashamed. He couldn’t exactly think as to why. Why he felt so uncomfortable about anyone bringing it up, why he felt so ashamed whenever his body wanted something.
Peter bit his inner cheek, feelings of shame drowned him as Gwen sat up. Her gentle hands and lips left him as she looked at him, with thoughtful eyes. He felt his throat tightened as he sat up as well, avoiding eye contact. The air was thick with the tension between them, with no denying that there was a problem. Before, Peter always yelled out an excuse to stop. That he was tired, that he didn’t feel like it, that he had work, college stuff, and many nonsensical excuses. Gwen didn’t question any of them, but now that she was the one to stop it, the problem was clear as day. Something was stopping them from having sex.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to have sex,” Gwen starts, moving a little closer. Peter felt his stomach twist as he tried to find words to explain it. But the discomfort and shame made it impossible. “Sex isn’t why I’m with you. I love you for you and…. You don’t have to feel like you need to do something you don’t want to.”
“It’s not- that’s not-” Peter says breathlessly as he tries to keep the tears of embarrassment in. “I do! I do- want to but…”
There was a moment of silence, with the girl beside him giving him time to finish his sentence. When it was clear that it was too difficult, Gwen tried again, sounding more worried.
“I see you Peter, and I love you.” The blonde moved closer, where he could feel her body heat again. “No matter your body or how it looks, I’ll still love you. I’ll always cherish your body in ways you want me to.”
The familiar words made him smile a little as his blurry vision stayed fixed on the floor. It’s similar to when he came out to her as trans, Gwen told him how she sees him the same but now knows him a little better. That it doesn’t make a difference if the body he was born into wasn’t what she expected, he’s still the same nerd she met at school. It made him love her even more.
“I-I love you too,” Peter says, his voice breaking at the end. “It’s… It’s something else…”
Yet again, she stayed quiet to let him continue. When her lover didn’t continue unprompted, she placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Pete, please look at me.” Her voice sounded uneven, as if she was trying to push her Spider-Woman voice out but it dwindled with uncertainty.
Peter swallowed nervously as he finally looked away from the floor and towards Gwen. Without his glasses, it was hard to see her. But he knew that even without clear vision, she was still beautiful. The prettiest blobs of moving colors he ever saw. Gwen said nothing else, her fingers grasped onto his, intertwined to give him comfort in his storm of emotions. She stopped guessing, and gave as much time as Peter needed to convey the problem.
Usually when Peter got anxious and ashamed about sex, he would leave the situation. Push those emotions aside and come back when they disappear. Actually facing and putting them into words was difficult. But so was coming out, and so was confessing his feelings of love. And all went well, went perfectly. He took a deep breath as he really looked at the blurred figure of his soulmate.
“I feel- so much shame and… Fear…” His voice cracked with heavy emotion. “It makes it so uncomfortable to even think- or do-”
Peter couldn’t get himself to say sex, it felt too shameful on his tongue. He swallowed again, as if it could swallow the clogged up words. But Gwen stayed ever patient, squeezing his fingers reassuringly.
“I-I can’t touch myself or listen to people talk about- or see- it…” Peter looked down at his hands, connected with Gwen’s. “Makes me feel- gross and disgusting…”
“Why?”
Peter paused for a moment, trying to figure out why . “I don't know. I don’t want to feel like this, I want to experience it and feel close to you like that. I want to- to do… stuff with you.”
“I want to do stuff with you too,” Gwen let go of one of his hands and held his face. “And we have all the time in the world to figure it out.”
“Thank you,” he looked back up at her with teary eyes and a smile. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”
“I’m pretty sure it was when you agreed to be my househusband.” She said jokingly with a pinch of emotion. She then leaned her forehead against his. “And always being here for me, especially with me becoming a super-powered vigilante.”
“Bare minimum if you ask me.”
Gwen laughed at that as she kissed his cheek, always gentle and careful.
-
Peter laid on the bed, feeling light headed as Gwen leaned over him, her bra and underwear were still wrapped around her body. She pushed away some hair out of his face, with him in boxers and a loose tank top, looking up at her with admiration.
“How are you feeling?” She whispers, with not even a sliver of judgment in her eyes.
Peter took a moment as he gazed into the blurred beauty on top of him. The shame and anxiety was present, but it wasn’t the most prevalent thing he was feeling.
“Loved.” He answered, as he smiled a little towards her.
The hero pecked his forehead, leaving a trail of kisses to his neck. Each kiss placed on his skin became more hungry, with more want. When she reached his neck, she started to suck on the warm skin. Peter gasped at the feeling, surprised by how such a small action can make him feel deeply desired. That each mark she made with teeth and lip was part of that message on his flesh. He trembled with excitement and need as he held back a whine at each hickey she created with care. Her right hand caressed his stomach and chest, while the other stayed stagnant on his thigh.
“Please,” Peter accidentally whimpered out. His face flushed with embarrassment as he bit his bottom lip. As if he could hold in the aroused sounds and delirious requests for more.
“Tell me what you want, handsome.” Gwen commanded with a sweet but authoritative voice. With the confidence only Spider-Woman could possess. “I can’t give you what you want without you telling me.”
Peter let out the hidden whine, he didn’t even know what he was asking for. All he knew was that he wanted more. More of his soulmate's lips and hands all over him.
“You,” Peter said dumbly as he looked helplessly at Gwen. As if she could sew his mind to think in words.
She laughed quietly as she pecked his cheek, humming in thought. “Would you like me to touch you… here?”
The hand that stayed on his thigh moved slowly upwards, resting just beside where he ached. Peter hummed in agreement, a bit high pitched with how she teased his skin with kissing and caressing.
“Can you use your words?” Gwen taunts lightly, as she kisses one of the hickeys on his neck. Peter huffed in annoyance, his lover knew how his mind and mouth disconnect when it was clouded with emotions and adrenaline. The downside of having a brain that goes a million miles per second. But, the ‘genius’ blamed Gwen Stacy for being an expert at riling him up and touching him so perfectly. Making him strings of an instrument just by her fingertips.
Gwen kissed below his ear as her pointer and middle finger softly pressed onto the fabric above his yearning, neglected nerves. The pressure was enough to make pleasure lick his limbs, but gentle enough to be teasing. Her fingertips moved in circles, stimulating the nerves lightly. He let out a low moan as he grabbed the pillow underneath his head for some sort of leverage, some control. His toes curled against the sheets as he tried to command his legs to stay still. The small amount of muscles in his body flexed to move, to react. Gwen had him under her complete control, after hours of untangling each stressor and touching buttons he never knew he had.
“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” She whispered into his ear as she moved her fingertips slightly faster.
“Please!” He cried out, desperate for something he wasn’t quite sure of.
“What do you want, angel?” Gwen slowed down the motions, the circles becoming fewer and fewer.
“No!” Peter let out a small, pathetic whine at the loss of stimulation.
“I need just a few words from that big brain of yours.” Gwen says as she grabs one of his hands, holding it to ground him.
Peter looked up at Gwen, she was close enough that her figure wasn’t complete blobs of color. “You..”
“Me…?”
“To.... Do things.” He said half heartedly, resulting in his lover laughing softly at his attempt.
“Would you like me to help you with your words?” Gwen asks with an amused huff as she places her forehead on his.
“Yes please.” He pleaded, his eyes still fixed on her.
“Good boy,” she says as she kisses his jaw. The compliment made him feel more aroused. With his heart beating a bit faster, he hoped he could stay good for Gwen.
“Do you want me to continue touching you like this,” Gwen’s fingers do a few last circles before becoming still. “Or maybe I can use one of my toys on you.”
“Which one makes me…. more good?” Peter says as his body relaxes without needing to grab the pillows and sheets so tightly. But he felt his lower body blaze with need, calling out for relief. Gwen analyzed his eyes as she tried to understand his question. When she finally does, she smiles softly.
“Aw, you’ll always be my good boy. Even if you want to stop.” She says as her fingers retreat, resting her palm above the blaze.
Peter took a few moments to translate his thoughts into words, finally able to push the syllables out of his mouth.
“I- I trust you to choose.” Peter says with more words in his brain.
“Are you sure?” The blonde asks, a bit uncertain. With Peter nodding confirmation, she continued. “Just make sure to tell me if you don’t like something, ok?”
He smiled at her, gazing up at his sun. “I’ll always tell you.”
Gwen shares his smile as she gives a small kiss, gentle and sweet. Her fingers came back to the bundle of nerves, this time they were more sensitive from the teasing and retreating. Peter let out a groan at the contact, the words he stitched up in his mind melted away. He didn’t need them anyways, Gwen can have all of the space and sounds. Peter would give her everything. The hero kissed his ear as she whispered into them, sweet nothings and pretty compliments. His chest bubbled up with giggles at the use of her words, how she can choose and paint them with such precision. How she can convey so many stories and meanings in such few words. While all he can do is babble and ramble to try to get one point across.
The aching his lover crafted had his boxers slowly become darker from his own body fluids. The masterfully skilled fingers moved lower to the dampened fabric, softly pressing against it. Gwen let out a small moan at the feeling of what she helped, what she could do to her lover. To cause such pleasure and arousal to something dear to her. She kissed Peter’s collarbone as his shaky hand found its way into her hair.
“I think it’s time to take these off of you, angel.” Gwen suggests as she rubs the wetness, lightly feeling it through the cloth. Peter let out something that sounded like approval, mixed with a needy tone. “Such a good boy, listening to me so attentively.”
Peter hummed at the praise, feeling bashful as she pulled the material off of her lover, giving her more access to him. His thighs gleamed with sweat and his natural lubrication, showing how overdue she was. Gwen carrassed them causing Peter to groan out impatiently, moving his hips to find some relief. He wrapped his arms around the back of her neck as he hid his face in her collarbone. Peter’s hand left her hair to keep his body steady, with him nuzzling his face closer to her.
“So impatient,” she tsks jokingly as her fingers dipped down to tease him to her lover’s limit.
Her fingers become more coated as she rubbed around his entrance, causing the muscles inside him to grasp at nothing. The ache from inside grew and ignited even more. A nightmarish madness of teasing and denying. The involuntary reaction of those muscles made Peter feel even less in control of his body. He muttered another whiny plea as he grinded down her hand. Peter hid his face onto her neck, tightly beside his arm, as he felt like he was losing his mind.
“Okay, okay,” Gwen lets out a giggle as she pries Peter’s arms off her, pushing him back to laying down. He blinked in confusion as she pecked him. Her blue eyes see his confusion, she smiles as she readjusts herself closer. “I want to be able to see my good boy.”
Peter felt himself feel a little red in embarrassment, but exhilarated by the praise. This time, when her fingers dipped down, they filled him unexpectedly. The two fingers soaked, with some of his fluid even dripping to her knuckles. He felt himself blush even more at the lewd, wet sound. A moan slipped out of him as he felt his body tighten around her fingers hungrily. Gwen kissed his neck as her fingers pushed against his upper wall.
“So handsome, my good boy.” She whispers as the air between them was filled with the sound of her fingers methodically working the nerves inside him into a puddle.
The restraint he had on his vocals broke as he became a moaning mess, which was met with her ever-present voice. A voice made of syrup and caramel coffee, whispering such sweet, intoxicating concepts and ideas. Yet her composure was breaking as well, her calm and methodical approach turned fast and exhilarating. Peter tried to keep his gaze in her beautiful sky like eyes as his body felt wave after wave of pleasure. His grip onto the pillows underneath him returned as his body crunched up around her. He felt himself getting close to something, the pit of desire in his stomach bubbling and boiling to a goal in mind. But her lover kept himself present to her words, as his body was consumed by each stroke of the inside of his nerves.
“You’re doing so good, taking it so well.” Her voice said, heavy with her own arousal. The sounds of enjoyment slipping out of his lips were swallowed by her’s devouring him in a passionate kiss. All of her restraint from before was gone as they were drowned in this one moment of long awaited devotion of physical love. Peter was on the edge, just an inch towards the build-up. He felt an inkling of fear, at such a leap. But it was washed away as Gwen broke the kiss, as she whispered on his lips. “Come for me baby, that’s it, just let go. You can do it, let me help you.”
If Peter had imagined it was hard to think with words before, it was nothing compared to how it melted when his body squeezed and stuttered at the height of his orgasm. His body shaked underneath her as he gasped for air, air that tasted of sweat and sex. But mostly of Gwen, the scent of her shampoo as well as the hint of wind from swinging. He felt his face bathed with kisses as she slowed down the stimulation to a stop. She whispered sweet nothings, with love and affection as his breathing slowed. Her lover tried to reciprocate such words, though his tongue had refused to cooperate so it sounded like a jumbled mess.
-
The afterglow of Peter’s orgasm still lingered as they snuggled up against each other. Gwen’s nose breathed him in as she happily exhaled behind him. Her arms wrapped around her lover as she caved him in her embrace. Their legs were tangled together as Peter kept shifting backwards every now and then as if to bury himself in her.
“How are you feeling?” She whispers as she plants a small kiss on his shoulder.
He hummed sleepily as he pulled one of his lover’s hands closer to kiss the palm. Words still formed with difficulty as his body felt light. Peter carrassed the callouses that formed on her hand from her semi-illegal activities. He kissed each one to thank her for all the things she carried with them. The weight of the city, her schoolwork, and him.
Peter realized a few moments later that he forgot to answer her question, which he also didn’t remember. “Wha?”
She huffs with amusement as she kisses the nape of his neck. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Peter says, knowing those three words could never convey how much he felt for her.