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"Fucking hell..." Tim groaned as Peter rocked down on his cock.
They were currently on the couch inside Tim's apartment (it's more like Peter's apartment now). Tim's hands gripped his boyfriend's hips and helped the other teen go up and down on his dick. Not that Peter needed much help with his strength. But Peter's legs started shaking a while ago; making it hard for him to keep his balance and the pace which he was riding Tim.
"Tim," Peter moaned above him. His breathing erratic, mind blurring from pleasure. Peter leaned down and caught Tim's lips in a searing kiss.
Tim groaned into the kiss as Peter's telltale signs of cumming began. Peter could barely control his legs, the two limbs spasming with every movement Tim made. And the most definitive sign, Tim learned, was how Peter clenched down on him hard.
Tim himself was nearing his own climax. His insides tightened and every last one of his senses went into overdrive. If they were on their bed, Tim would've flipped them over and absolutely ruined Peter. But alas, they were confined to the smaller space of the couch. So instead, Tim moved one of his hands under that beautiful ass and lifted Peter up before using his hand on the boy's hip to slam him back down with brutal thrusts.
Peter lost his ability to talk a long time ago. Letting Tim take control just like he did every time before. Peter enjoyed Tim having the power when they were having sex. It allowed Peter to shut his mind down from everything and just be there.
Plus, it helped his boyfriend satisfy his need for control, even if it was for a short time. So that was a bonus.
The spider-themed vigilante felt his ass and insides tighten as his eyes snapped open. "Tim, Tim, Tim - I'm gonna - !" Peter gasped as Tim slammed his dick into his prostate and continued doing so over and over again.
"C'mon sweetheart, give it to me. You can let go." Tim practically growled out through gritted teeth. With Peter still draped over Tim for support, Peter's shoulder was directly in front of Tim's face. Tim took the opportunity for what it was and bit down with just enough strength to break the surface of the skin, but holding back so that his boyfriend wouldn't bleed.
Peter's mouth opened to let out a silent scream as Tim's actions drove him over the edge, cum spraying over his and Tim's torsos. His boyfriend followed shortly after, his teeth still latched onto Peter’s shoulder.
The couple laid there on the couch, catching their breaths and taking their time to come back to reality.
Once Peter fully returned to the land of the living, he huffed a laugh. "Tim, you're still biting my shoulder," he informed his boyfriend.
Tim slowly unhinged his jaw and looked up at Peter with a small, happy, tired smile on his face. He brought his hand up from where it was holding Peter's ass to drag Peter's head down to kiss him.
Peter hummed happily as Tim pecked his lips one last time, then tucked his head under Tim's chin.
"How long do you think they will last?" Tim asked, referencing the numerous amounts of hickies, scratches, and whatever other markings that were left on Peter's body.
"A day at most for some of them. How long do you think your's will last?"
Tim chuckled as he looked at his arms alone. Deep scratches and dark bruises covered his triceps, and he has no doubt that the rest of his body follows the same pattern.
"Probably around a week. Which just means I gotta avoid going to the medbay for awhile." Peter hummed again and then let the two fall into a comfortable silence.
Peter's train of thoughts was derailed over to a few requests he wanted to ask Tim. Though the thought was lost once Tim began sitting up with Peter still in his lap.
"You gonna get off my dick anytime soon?" Peter could hear the grin in Tim's voice.
Peter smirked as he rolled his hips, "Eventually."
Tim sent a playful glare his way. "Not everyone is a superhuman over here. Give a guy a break for a couple of..."
Tim's phone rang, loud and obnoxious through the apartment. Peter sighed as he got off of Tim, both of them hissing at the friction of Tim's cock sliding out of him.
Peter grimaced at the couch after Tim got up. A few small stains were left behind from when he finished. Well that's not coming out any time soon. And now that he thought about it, he could feel cum slide down his thighs, making him uncomfortably sticky.
"Hello?" Tim answered the phone. Peter didn't even need to focus to listen in, Tim put his phone on speaker and slightly tilted his head towards Peter. Peter took that as his cue to follow Tim to where he was standing in the dining area in the kitchen.
Peter cuddled up to his boyfriend's side - avoiding any area that could possibly turn his boyfriend on - and wrapped his arms around Tim's waist right as the caller spoke.
"Tim, where are you?" A man with a deep gravelly voice said, and boy did the man not sound happy.
"I'm at one of my safe houses," a lie. This was (hopefully) a permanent living space for the couple. Though it has become more of Peter's apartment considering he's here twenty-four-seven, and Tim is... well not.
"Why? Something happen while I was gone?"
"No, not yet. But we have rumors of an Arkham prison break coming up in the next couple days. I think it would be better for all of us if we knew you were safe and uncompromised at the manor." Peter could hear the underlying worry in whoever was speaking. Even if it was extremely subtle. But the tone also said that no arguments would be made.
Tim sighed and wrapped an arm around Peter, clearly attempting to ground himself. Tim kissed Peter's neck and grumbled under his breath. With a scowl on his face, he responded to the caller.
"Yeah, B, I'll be there." B, Peter knew who the caller was now, and he now knew why Tim was so irritated. Batman had called Tim in for vigilante work, which also meant that it pulled him away from Peter.
Tim never liked being separated from Peter for too long, and an Arkham prison break could take up to two weeks of Tim's time. It was only made worse by the fact that Tim hadn't been able to really see Peter for a week because of a case involving a new drug that was going rampant.
Peter heard Batman grunt, and then the man ended the call.
"Tim?" His boyfriend hummed in response.
"How about we go shower, hm? We're both covered in cum, and you need a nice hot shower to get your mind off your old man." And leaving me, went unsaid.
"Yeah, yeah let's do that."
Peter smiled and took Tim by his hand to led him to the bathroom. The spider mutate then turned the shower onto the hottest setting with a small amount of cold water to balance it out.
Once the water was at a good temperature, Tim dragged Peter in with a firm grip on Peter's hip.
Tim's grip on Peter tightened as the silence soldiered on, and Peter desperately wished to break it. Except he knew that at this very moment, Tim needed to gather whatever thoughts he was having, and then be given the chance to speak without being interrupted.
The only sounds that could be heard was the spray of water from the shower head, and the drag of a soapy rag against skin. Throughout the entire ordeal, Tim had never fully cut physical contact with Peter. Whether that meant Tim had a hand on some part of Peter's body, or had Peter’s back against his chest while he helped wash Peter's front; like he was currently doing now.
Eventually, Tim kissed Peter's bitten shoulder softly before finally breaking the deafening silence.
"Peter, I've been thinking... what if we start incorporating you back into society? Or rather, this universe's society?" Peter's breath hitched as Tim voiced his own thoughts. Thoughts that had been brewing in his brain for weeks.
The spider-themed vigilante had been wondering how to bring the idea up with his boyfriend for awhile now, but he had no idea how. Because - now don't get him wrong, he loves Tim so much, but no matter how much Tim is there for him when he can be, Peter doesn't exist in this universe. At least not on paper and/or virtually.
Whenever Tim leaves to go on missions, Peter tries to entertain himself with miscellaneous things around the apartment, but it simply isn't enough. Now, if Tim was there twenty-four-seven like Peter was, then that would be a different story. But Peter is nothing but a traumatized vigilante teenager who was mentally fucked from Beck's illusions and actions. He still sometimes doesn’t believe Tim is real, and those doubts are made so much worse when Peter is left alone.
Peter turned around in his boyfriend's hold and gave Tim a quick kiss on the lips.
"Yes, I would love to be incorporated back into society. I've been thinking about it for awhile. What made you think about it?" Asked Peter, his tone soft.
"I know how you get when you're alone, and you practically never leave this place because you seemingly don't exist here. You're a literal spider and a vigilante yourself, I know you can get cooped up in here." Peter hummed happily at his boyfriend's thoughtfulness. Then Peter's face took on a mischievous grin as he came up with an idea that would drive Tim's mental state up the wall.
"I love you, and... I want to be introduced as Spider-Man first!" Peter said the last bit with a bit more speed than needed, but he knew he got his message across by the sound of Tim's exasperated groan.
"Seriously?"
Peter nodded against Tim's chest enthusiastically.
"And I'm going to assume that this means that I will not be doing the introduction?"
"Yup, I want Spider-Man to introduce himself. Plus, it will be fun and cause a shit ton of chaos. You know you'll love it."
Tim's face took on a similar grin that matched Peter's own feral one. The human could feel the amount of migraines and headaches his boyfriend is about to give his family.
If Tim had introduced Spider-Man to his family, then Peter would automatically have a small amount of trust gained from the Bats. But since Peter is going to introduce himself without any recommendation from any vigilante or hero around, he's bound to stir up some trouble. Especially since Bruce hates unknown vigilantes in his city. Much less unknown metas, which is exactly the category Peter would classify as and fall into.
Tim shook his head with a small laugh that accompanied it.
"You're absolutely insane." He mumbled against Peter's hair.
"I know." Peter grinned as he turned the shower off and walked out of the not so small space of the shower. Swaying his hips as he went.
The mutate grabbed a towel off of the drying rack and dried himself before giving Tim a look as the active vigilante was wiping the water off of his legs.
Peter walked into their bedroom and flopped onto the bed on his back. Then he propped himself up onto his elbows and spread his legs with a smirk.
"Now, are you going to come and finish round two while we have time? Or are you going to make us wait for another week?"