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Peter crept slowly through the window, his mind already feeling sluggish at the prospect of being home. One hand almost slipped off the sill in a moment of clumsy exhaustion, but was swiftly steadied by an unseen force.
We are tired, Venom observed internally, pulling back from where they formed the mask over Peter’s face.
“Understatement of the century,” Peter sighed, deflating as Venom helped find their footing and shut the window. He sighed gratefully as Venom took control of his limbs, bringing them to bed and laying them down on the plush surface.
We have done well tonight, they purred, slipping back into his skin. Perhaps we are deserving of some rest.
Peter just hummed in response, closing his eyes as Venom reemerged, wrapping loosely around his limbs with their tendrils. There was still a slight chill in the air outside, so they eventually forced themselves to sit up, pulling down the sheets and slipping underneath.
Peter groaned softly as the movement jostled his sore muscles, bringing a hand to rub at a shoulder as they settled. Venom took interest in the action.
We are sore. They slowly ran their tendrils over their body, languidly tracing over their shoulders and back. Our poor, sweet spider...
Their spider didn’t protest as they flipped him to lie on his stomach, carefully nestling themselves amongst the sheets and gently pinning him there. They preened as they only sensed a slight stir of curiosity from him, taking a moment to appreciate just how implicitly their Other trusted them. He was truly deserving of the pleasure they were about to lavish upon him.
Peter blinked in surprise as warm tendrils began to rub into his aching muscles, Venom’s immaculate accuracy pinpointing the exact points of his worst tension. He bit his lip as they helped to release a particularly painful knot, barely biting back a moan.
He felt Venom briefly take control and release his lower lip from his teeth, their tone smug and lightly scolding.
No need to be shy. Let it all out for us...
Peter found it hard to resist their suggestion. “Ughhh...” he groaned as they dug into his shoulders harder, his eyes rolling back in bliss as Venom followed up the rougher motion with a few comforting caresses.
Good boy, they teased, a few tendrils coming to brush affectionately across his face.
They delighted in all the sounds of contentment they could coax from their spider, moving their tendrils to massage his low back, then his thighs, then his calves.
Peter moaned lowly throughout the whole process, his honey-sweet vocalizations sometimes breaking into quiet whimpers as they rubbed deeper and deeper into their Other’s muscles. They made sure to be gentle with him, lovingly unwinding his sorest spots with infinite patience. Venom murmured soothing praises after each intense pressurization, crooning lovingly to their spider as they pampered their body.
“No one has ever been able to do this for us before,” Peter whispered, his eyes closed as Venom worked away the tension in his legs.
We can touch our muscles from all angles, Venom bragged in reply. We can reach every little ache, and soothe our sweet spider to perfection.
Peter didn’t answer, too blissfully relaxed as Venom began to rub their feet. He whined softly as they ministered more healing strokes below and above his skin, making sensations of painful relief sing through his veins.
Shhh...We are almost done.
They took their time finishing, sensing their host’s growing sleepiness as their tendrils wrapped back around his body in a warm, embracing cocoon.
Such a good spider, they purred, trailing reassuring touches over their tired body. Their spider shivered at their feather-light caresses, making a soft noise at the tickling stimulation. He settled again as they stroked over his skin with more tangible movements, and they chuckled quietly at just how adorable he was.
So selfless and loving. We need to make sure we are cared for, too.
Peter smiled sleepily at their praise, sighing softly as his body relaxed into his Other’s gentle hold.
Sleep, they crooned, a few tendrils coming to card reverently through their host’s soft brown hair. We will always look after what is ours.
“Yours...” Peter sighed dreamily, his consciousness slipping away as Venom cradled their body gently.
Yes, they growled appreciatively, tightening their grip slightly. Our spider will always be ours.
Peter hummed, letting himself slip away into a deep sleep under his symbiote’s adoring ministrations.
Venom purred contentedly, coming to cradle his sleeping mind in addition to his body. They would watch over him while he slept, making sure his dreams were only of plush comforts and silky, protective ebony.
He was theirs, and they were his.
All was right in the world.