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“Please slap me.”
Micheal almost missed the request being drowned out by the obscene smacks and squelches of his and Peter's bodies colliding. Micheal gazes down lidded eyes looking at his mess of a boyfriend. From the way his cheeks are flushed and you would think Michael already hit him.
One of Peters hands rests on Michaels waist steadying him as he bounces up and Peters length milking him for his third release. His other hand is cupped over his mouth either in concentration of the way his cock slides in and out of his boyfriend or embarrassment of his request.
With Michael's hands resting over the planes of his boyfriend's chest, Peter looks up with pleading eyes, “Can you..-” He cuts himself off with a whimper.
“canyoupleaseslapmeiwouldreallylikeit.”
He heard him the first time but he's kinda taken aback by Peter's boldness, he halts his pace for a sec to grind into a boyfriends length. Arising a loud moan from both of them. He pulls off him entirely, earning a tiny whimper from Peter at the loss of his warmth.
The younger man sits so that his ass is ground up against Peter's ever growing length and Michael's cunt rests against Peter's lower stomach; they both unconsciously grind against each other.
“Did you do something I didn't know about or you're just randomly getting a masochistic feeling?” Michael eyes at his boyfriend.
“M-masochistic feeling..? I guess.” Peter cringes.
“Hm.”
Was the last thing Michael said before reaching behind him and fully seating himself onto Peters cock, the way Peters face contorts from the sudden onslaught of pleasure with his eyes rolled back and mouth lolling open gushes a wave of wetness out of Michael's body that provides a bigger mess between them both. Michael hand snakes up his boyfriend's chest roughly cupping his neck as he pistons on and off his length.
Peter's cock twitches at the stimulation his mouth opens to choke out a moan but before any sounds come out a big open palmed smack! displays across his cheek.
Michael gasps quickly pulling back and cupping his mouth with his hand, before he even says his apologies he feels the jolt of Peter's hips stuttering and the release of his third orgasms painting Michael's walls causing his eyes to roll back.
Coming down from the wave of pleasure and new found sadism burning to be let out Michael lets go of Peter's neck and pulls off him.
“Now come clean up your mess.”
Peter understood his words quickly, flipping them around with Michael under him. His breath ghosts over Micheal cock, pleading eyes once again looking up at him then back to his swollen gaping cunt with cum slowly drizzling out of it.
Peter peppers kisses from the base of his stomach up to Micheal nipple, he slides light cat licks across it before engulfing it in his mouth, his tongue stutters over every inch of dark brown bud.
Micheal lightly moans but something bubbles up at the stimulation or lack thereof.
He lightly threads his fingers through Peter's light brown hair. Peter thinks he's doing it just to steady himself, until his head is jerked back, arousing a moan out of him and looking into Michael's half lidded eyes. The hand in his hair loosens and trails down to the front of his neck, grabbing tightly.
Peter cock aches the way it grows ever harder and angry.
“Why do I still feel your cum coming out of me if I told you to go clean your mess up.” Michael spits, and smacks Peter again, not as hard as the first time but enough to sting a lil. Michael looks down to see a bit of pre spurt out of Peter cock.
Peter nods as he releases the grip on his throat and quickly travels down to lap a Michaels cunt with his tongue. He presses a sloppy kiss right to the hood of Michael's cunt causing him to buck up and whimper; toes curling into the sheets. Two fingers prod against Michael's warmth and enter without any resistance. “Fuck-” Michael moans.
Peter eats like a greedy starved dog, lapping and swallowing every ounce of Micheals cunt as he writhers and squirms above him. His fingers piston Micheal already abused hole, scooping out leftovers of his own orgasm and simultaneously chasing Michael with the way he grazed against his core. Michaels left helplessly gripping and scrapping at Peters scalp the way he claws hit look like it hurts but Peter pays no mind and continues to feast, suck and prod at every inch of Micheals cunt.
“Ohh fuuck-...” Michael's eyes press tightly and lets his mouth dribble open with occasional moans and whimpers slipping out as his body clenches and spasms around Peter, hips buckling and relaxing over and over with cum squirting out. Just as he thinks he's done another wave of pleasure forms and more cum spits out of his gaping hole.
He comes down from his wave of pleasure breathing like he ran a marathon and opens his eyes up to see Peter frantically jerking his flushed length to Michael's display and a fourth orgasm quickly shoots out of Peter and paints Michael's chest.
Michael almost taps out until he sees Peter’s cock still standing proud and angry along with his once again pleading eyes, he silently raises an eyebrow.
“Can I…” Peter huffs, “Can I come in you again?”
“Damn nigga how much come do you have??”
Peter sheepishly smiles and before Michael could even answer his rhetorical question Peter slots himself into Michael with a breathy moan from the both of them. “You're just so hot MJ- oh my god…”
Michael hooks a leg around Peter pressing them flush against each other and fully burying Peter's cock inside him. They both groan at the feeling, Micheal looks up from where they were connected at the focused fucked out look on Peters face and something else bubbles up in him again.
He slowly raises both hands to Peter's throat , gripping as their eyes don't disconnect from each other as Peter erratically pistons himself into Micheal. “Harder.” Peter wheezes out.
“Fuckk Peter.” Micheal moaned, tightening his hands. “It doesn't matter what I do, you just wanna be used so bad don't you.”
Peter groans and closes his eyes drowning in pleasure and lightheadedness, a hard smack blows it way onto his still stinging cheek.
“I asked you a question.”
Micheal can see the gears turning in Peter's head, his own cunt is overstimulated and bullied as Peter's thrust grows faster and rougher.
“Fu- Fuck yes! I love being used by you, I love it so- so much you're so good for me MJ. Please… I’ll sit here on my knees waiting for you to- to use me.. I love when youre mean to me I- fuuck.. I get so turned on. I love you so much.”
Peter babbles and whines as his thrust becomes more and more erratic. Micheal grins at the confession and a thick wave of wetness pumps out of him causing him to whimper.
“Thank me Parker.”
“Thank you so much M-Jayyy.” He drags his words on his thick ropes of come strewn across MJ’s inside and a tiny lump forms at the lower part of his stomach. Peter jerks out a couple more thrusts before laying over MJ, sweaty to sweaty body clinging to each other.
“So what's up with all the come this time for real man, I know the spider bite gave you some enhancements but.. this is nasty.”
“I really liked how mean you were.”
Michael barks out a laugh, “I never took you for a masochist Parker, but the whole kicked puppy look really suits you.”
“I never took you for a sadist.” He pulls out with a plop and they both shutter at the loss of warmth.
“I’ll go get you some clothes out to shower.”
“Wait C’mere,”
Peter crawls back in between Michael, pressing a quick deep kiss into his lips. Michael cups his boyfriends cheeks and peppers kisses across his cheek.
“I love you too.”