"We really should stop this," He groaned, stars sparking across his eyes as sharp teeth ran across the bloodied and bruised skin of his neck, biting on the already marked flesh.
"Why? We both like this and we get what we both want," the man on top of him scoffed when he pulled away, blood on his lips as red as his eyes. "Don't pretend that you hate this - don't lie to yourself Miguel."
He gasped when claws dug into his hips and Miguel choked, saliva pooling in his throat and suddenly he couldn't breathe, the cock in him grinding straight into his prostate. The pressure was maddening; too much and too rough that Miguel thinks he might break.
"That's the pointt - ngh," Miguel rasped, arms reaching and holding onto broad shoulders, nails leaving harsh red lines with each roll of their hips, pleasure drumming under both of their sweat-slicked skin. "I'm loving this too much - I don't think it's a - hahh - good idea to continue this."
"Why? You're scared?" O'hara smirked on top of him. He stops moving, drawing a whine from the man under him and his hands leave Miguel's hips, moving to caress his side and continued on until both hands are cupping his face.
"Yeah. I'm scared of what I'll turn out if you leave me," Miguel shivers, gaze hazy as he stared at O'hara, face a mirror of each other. He shifts, hips wiggling and hoping the man on top of him would move. He's throbbing all over, clenching on the hot cock in him and Miguel might go crazy if this continued.
O'hara teasing the shit out of him, taking his sweet time of marking and opening Miguel up, sliding home in one swift thrust only to go slow and grind, reaching deep into Miguel with each sensual roll of his hips.
It's addictive and a part of Miguel hates how much he's craved to be this full, how there was no resistance or hesitation from him the very moment O'hara puts his lips on him, his kisses as paralysing as his venom.
"You're too much and not enough at the same - I might go crazy if you go back to your world and leave me here," Miguel says as he twists his head, eyes lidded as he slips O'hara's thumb into his mouth, sucking idly and maintaining eye contact. His gaze is hypnotic and Miguel wouldn't mind losing himself in those crimson eyes.
"I'm scared because I don't think I'll be able to go on without you."
O'hara looms over him, still and mouth slightly open. There's a look in his eyes, like he's seeing Miguel again for the first time - a kind of awe and reverence that has heat sparking in Miguel's veins, shivers breaking out of his flushed skin.
Miguel mewls when O'hara's hand move to wrap itself around his neck while the other slid down to grab him by the hips. He pulls all the way out before slamming back in and Miguel's eyes roll, backs arching when O'hara finally starts to fuck him like he meant it.
Thrusts rough and hard, the outline of his cock reappears with each snap of his hips, bullying it's way into Miguel. O'hara fucks him like he's desperate to carve himself a space in Miguel, one only him could fill. Miguel's losing his mind, skin flushed and overheating and he can't breathe, like O'hara's up his throat.
His legs are slung over O'hara's shoulder as the man pressed forward, Miguel desperately grappling at his hair and face as he's bent in half. It's nearly painful, the pleasure building in his stomach and O'hara's weight on him as the man shifted to his heels so he could fucked Miguel into the mattress.
"Nghh-" Miguel moans and he wants to beg but he doesn't know what to beg for - doesn't know whether he wants to push him away or pull him impossibly closer.
A particularly rough thrust has his eyes crossing and he throws his head back as much as he can, back arching and thrashes under O'hara. His thighs are up to his chest, fingers curled around O'hara's locks and it hurt so good, holding the position as O'hara plowed into him.
Miguel's losing his mind and it's not him only. O'hara's whining on top of him, thrusts losing its rhythm as he stared into Miguel's eyes, full of lust and a little bit crazy.
"Too much," Miguel finds himself murmuring, throat aching and joints protesting. He's surprised when O'hara almost starts babbling on top of him, desperately mouthing at Miguel's neck.
"No no no no baby I know you can take - you can take it right? Of course you can take it mi vida," He moans, both of them bouncing on the creaking bed. Miguel's dick bounce between them and he nearly blows when he hears how debauched O'hara sounds, like he's getting fucked as much as he's fucking Miguel.
The coil in Miguel's stomach stretches thin and his eyes roll at the back of his head when it finally snaps, a cut-off squeak leaving him as he spilled between them, ropes of white coating their stomach and chest.
It's filthy as it mixed with their sweat and saliva and Miguel has never cummed so hard in his life, body shaking and eyes stuck at the back of his head. His grabbing at O'hara, pushing and moaning as his nerves are set a blaze with oversensitivity, throat dry despite the drool that pooled in it and spilled down his chin.
He can't breathe, can't think and it aches so bad. Except O'hara hasn't finished yet and he'll continue to fuck Miguel's brains out until he does so and Miguel doubts he can take that much even if O'hara's whimpering into his ear that was good yeah cum for me Querido just like that good boy cum for me tighten up and let me fuck you more -
"¡Dulce misericordioso jesús bite me!" Miguel squeals, the sound punched out of his aching chest. The distention is nearly painful, his belly full and it's too much. He thinks he might cum again, cock twitching and release dribbling pathetically.
O'hara slams deep into him and he doesn't hesitate - knowing what Miguel wants even through the lust induced haze in his mind - to sink his teeth into Miguel's neck, adding another mark to the bruised skin.
His venom is quick, spreading across Miguel's veins and he can feel his limbs go limp, a prickling numbness settling in his bones. It makes him moan softly, head lolling to the side as O'hara shifts on top of him, grabbing both Miguel's hands and pinning it to the side of his head.
It's intimate, O'hara's fingers intertwining with his own but he's too deep into overstimulation to tease the man on him who's afraid of commitment and trusting as much as he is.
O'hara nips and licks across his lips, mumbling nonsense and Miguel lets him - lets him get his fill even if the pleasure bordered on pain, what felt like needles prickling in his insides.
Each thrust is accompanied with a filthy squelch, Miguel so wet that the glide of O'hara's dick into him is so easy and smooth, his insides hot and tight.
"You're so good mi amor," Miguel catches O'hara saying and their eyes find each other. "You're so so good I can't get enough of you -"
"Migs," Miguel whines, the nickname falling from his lips. The world was blurring together, the only thing he can focus on is the desperate man on top of him and the cock in him rearranging his organs.
"I know I know - just a little bit more m'kay? Come on baby girl, cum for me again - please cum for me again," O'hara whines against his lips. "I know you can do it. Don't be scared, kay? I won't leave you, I'll be with you - i'll never leave you if you'll have me-"
Another thrust and O'hara's cumming in him, hot and sticky and painting his insides white. He's groaning audibly, body shuddering as his eyes visibly roll to the back of his head. His jaw goes slack with the pleasure, cock as deep as it could go into Miguel who's whimpering, suddenly too full and too hot in the insides.
His chest heaves, out of breath and heart hammering against his rib cage as his body struggles to accommodate O'hara's load.
He cums too much, dribbling out of Miguel and around his cock, sticky and wet. It's too fucking much and there's a clear bump in Miguel's belly, one that stayed even when O'hara pulled out, squelch loud as strings of cum followed to drip out of his hole.
"Fuck," O'hara rasps and Miguel thinks yeah, fucks right. His eyes, no matter how droopy or exhausted he is, can't leave O'hara's form looming over him. He looks good like this, too good in fact. The artificial light of Miguel's bedroom on his back, dimmed and casting shadows that made his hair and eyes glow, reflecting off his sun kissed sweaty skin.
Miguel hisses when the man scoops some of his release to push back in Miguel, lightly massaging around the puffy rim of his hole. It's a distant feeling, the venom still doing pleasant things to his body like numbing the consequences of getting folded over by a beast of a man and getting fucked into oblivion.
"Let's keep doing this," O'hara starts, eyes flickering to meet Miguel's tired ones. There's no room of argument in them, voice sure and resolute. "I don't plan on leaving you."
"That's a lie," Miguel finds himself scoffing and he would've crossed his arms over his chest if could except he can because his limbs feel like lead. He settles for rolling his eyes instead.
"You really gonna push me away and lose this? We both know no one else can give you this much," O'hara challenges, gesturing to the mess they made out of each other.
Miguel knows he's right. This arrangement, it's too good. Miguel O’Hara, the spiderman of Earth 2099, is too good. Too much yet not enough, more addicting than any drugs possible.
But he's not about to bend over (HAH) and let this man know how much he really wants him.
"I'll live."
For a moment, O'hara's glare burned into Miguel, his fingers curling around his thighs. There's no claw but his grip is more than enough to leave scars. Then his face drops, eerily blank.
"We've been doing this for what? 2 months now? We're too deep to back out, no?" O'hara drawls. Miguel hisses at him like he's the one with the claws and fangs.
"Are we?"
"I'm literally you! You know how many people would kill to have what you have currently?!"
"Exactly! This shit is too good and you're me! That's what makes this too dangerous!" Miguel grits out, returning O'hara's venomous glare.
"I know myself. I know you. The only difference from the both of us is you being a spiderman," Miguel coldly claims. "I know how we are and I know how this will go. I don't want what will obviously happen, I can't risk that."
"I have a daughter, O'hara. I need to be strong for her."
Something flashes across O'hara's eyes, gone already before it could be analysed as it disappears just as fast as it appeared.
"I'll never leave you as long as you'll have me," He repeats from earlier. There's something desperate in his eyes. "You know why I'm here, why I came here. I'm not leaving you, this isn't how what you think this is."
"How will I even explain this?" Miguel weakly argues. Of course he knows what O'hara came here for.
He was supposed to kill Miguel and replace him so he could have his life with his daughter. It was the most fucked up thing he has ever heard and yet he he didn't refuse the man when he came into his bed, when he had Miguel bent over the marble counter of his kitchen.
Miguel didn't know where the desire came from or how it led to this. He's just terrified - he doesn't want to go to sleep and never wake up, doesn't want a literal stranger to play dollhouse with her daughter even if that stranger was him from another universe.
"We'll figure something out," O'hara reasons and Miguel can't look away from his eyes.
This man -
Miguel doesn't know the full story but he knows that horrible things happened and that he was jealous of Miguel's life, of how he has Gabriella and his brother even if they're really not on good terms anymore.
He wants Miguel's life and it's terrifying. He can't fight him off and Miguel can't say that the only reason why he lets him in his bed every time he comes back from his universe is because he's giving the man a reason to keep him.
The pleasure, the desire - O'hara brought it all out of him and Miguel couldn't resist him.
But it was getting dangerous, it was getting intimate and feelings were getting involved. Miguel doesn't know what to do.
A hand coming to cup his face startles him out of his thoughts, red eyes staring into him as a thumb gently caresses the corner of his eye.
"I won't leave you," He says again and Miguel wants to believe him. "I don't plan on harming you or your daughter. I'll stay for as long as you'll have him."
Miguel can't believe that this was the same man that pinned him down with threats of murder a month or so ago, the same man who keeps coming back from his own universe to 'check on' Gabriella and Miguel.
What was it that Miguel thought of earlier?
O'hara's gaze is hypnotic and Miguel wouldn't mind losing himself in those crimson eyes.
He hasn't killed Miguel yet even if he very well could. He leaves yet comes back and he doesn't do anything, just watches Gabriella from afar with these longing eyes and it squeezes something inside Miguel that he didn't even know he had.
O'hara's hand is warm as it cupped the side of his face and Miguel finds himself nodding, inside turning and chest tight.
"Okay, we'll figure something out," He says and not even a second later, O'hara's lips are on his, their kiss feverish and deep, slow as they explored each other's mouth as if this was their first time.
Miguel loses the ability to think after that.