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Sweat is trailing down his temple, his chest rising and falling quickly with harsh, heavy pants escaping his mouth. Miguel shuts his eyes closed and tries to regulate his breathing, but all it does is help make the heat on his skin even that more palpable.
Two, small, nearly weightless points of pressure move across his chest, a faint laugh echoing around the room.
Miguel can still feel the tremors trickling down his spine.
“Good, right?” A small voice beside his ear says, tone tinged with mirth. “I told you I could help.”
Miguel swallows back heavily, trying to steady his voice. “You always do,” he murmurs, finally allowing himself a small quirk upwards of his lips. He folds his left arm behind his head, creaking an eye open to find Peter on his side, laying in the center of the pillow. The small smirk he sees there makes him huff.
“And you know you can always come to me,” Lego Spider-Man stands, walking over the pillow to come closer and pat Miguel’s cheek with a curved hand. Miguel’s eyes flutter for a moment, trying to lean into the touch without crushing him. “I know you’re the one in charge, but that doesn’t mean you have to be alone. I’ll always take care of you.”
“You mean that,” Miguel acknowledges, lips curling up to a grin, fangs on clear display. The truth of it has shimmering warmth pooling in his chest. He’s spent decades being a leader, protecting every Spider from every universe to ensure none of them suffer as he has. But here, with Peter, he can let it all go and be the one to be taken care of.
Lego Spider-Man leans in then, his little face pressing against Miguel’s cheek in the form of a kiss. “Of course I do, sweetheart.” Heat blooms on Miguel’s cheeks, and Peter being that up close has a full front view of it.
“Ok, pues,” Miguel says quickly when Peter’s sweet smile turns into a smirk. He sits up on the bed, careful not to jostle Peter. The dried mess over his stomach and chest has his nose scrunching up before he offers out a hand for his Spider. “We should go shower and get cleaned up.”
Peter instantly jumps onto his palm, grin as radiant as ever. “Oh, ready for round two?”
Miguel groans loudly as he makes his way the bathroom, earning himself a loud laugh.