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Things had been much less stressful, Miguel’s aggression had been finally toned down, things were perfect. All Pavitr had to do was be.. his? He wasn’t quite sure of their arrangement, he just knew he usually did as Miguel asked and didn’t make any efforts to change anything he decided or did. He’d get a small notification on his watch, then he’d find an excuse to leave and go see Miguel, that’s how it had been for about a month.
Hobie was also much handsier since their little interaction in the bathroom, sometimes he’d drag the teen away and grope him while they’d kiss. But he never went further than that, he was careful and usually didn’t push the teen past his limits, it was a little exhausting bouncing between the two but if it was for the better, Pavitr guessed he was fine with it. Once again it’s on his mind, he’s always wondering when Miguel will send him a small alert to meet him somewhere- almost always in his office.
But to his knowledge neither man really knew he was still tangled up with the other, he intended keeping it that way, Miguel was too jealous for his liking and he had no idea what Hobie would think of what he was doing. The teen sat spaced out almost, seated between him and gwen, “Ay,” He snaps out of it, quickly looking between the two. “Huh- oh haha sorry, what we’re we talking about?” He smiles at the two, for the most part he had gone back to normal despite his predicament, but sometimes he couldn’t help but think about what he got himself into.
“You were talking about Gaya,” ‘ouch’ Pavitr thinks, that’s what made him start thinking about all the awful things, he still couldn’t tell her- oh well. “Oh yeah, uh, it wasn’t important.” Hobie tilts his head, unsatisfied with that answer. “You two and eight?” He presses, “Yeah, what he said.” Gwen adds, not really knowing what it meant but she knew he was just as concerned. “Nothing, I didn’t sleep good last night, I’ll go to bed earlier tonight if you insist.” He jokes, trying to make it less worse that it seemed, he guessed they had a right to be so concerned when he had been the exact same a month before.
“Pav-“ “Look I gotta go anyways, I’ll see you later.” Is all he hums before using his bangle to shoot web up, with ease swinging away from the table. As he lands the watch buzzes, a small notification popping up for just a second ‘office’. He knows it’s from Miguel, no one else calls him up as much, if he wasn’t so high alert he would’ve kept thinking- but he knew Hobie and Gwen were already worried about him enough.
He quickly left the cafeteria, quickly finding the pad that led to the sector before Miguel’s office. By then he knew the place like the back of his hand, especially the route to his superior’s office, but he was sure everyone else knew as well.. they had to otherwise what he did would be considered odd. He’s quiet as he walks through the sector, the minutes leading up to meeting Miguel always worried him, he had that same tight feeling in his stomach from before and it usually didn’t stop until he was relaxed enough.
He’s a minute away at best when he senses something, quickly turning around and taking a step back, he’s met almost face to face with Hobie. “Thought I’d find you here, you duck and dive for what?” He questions immediately, he looks a little annoyed, maybe even mad if Pav squints. “Nothing, I just had a question about a mission.” He blurts out as the older pulls him to a bit more of a discreet area, it’s dark, people passing by wouldn’t see them unless they were actively looking for them, not that there were many around anyways.
“Thought you didn’t get along with him, after.. Y’know.” “I- I know- but you know I have to put work above all else, even if he..” Pavitr still couldn’t find it within himself to say it, even if Miguel had done it afterwards he was much nicer, he was almost doting on the teen after their quickies and hookups.. Like a lover, almost.
“It’s not just that though, I know it.” Hobie huffs, he has Pav against the wall with his knee between his legs. He thinks it might scare him enough to be honest, but he doesn’t budge, staying still and looking down. “You want me to make you say it?” He questions, the only thing that gives him any indication he’s right is the watch. It goes off again with a small buzz, the text popping up once again for a split second, he’s fast enough to grab Pav’s wrist and read it.
‘You’re late.’ He knows it’s from Miguel, no one else, not even jess. “Who’s this from?” He’s almost demanding, raising his knee high off the ground so the teen struggles to keep himself up, it almost hurt. “Hobie it-“ “Tell me.” His hands are already holding Pavitr’s sides so he can’t squirm away or try run, but he knew he wouldn’t do such a thing. “It’s from Miguel! Just- just put me down I need to see him.” He huffs against the other, he doesn’t like keeping him waiting, he gets antsy and it’s like he’s angry times being taken away from him and the younger, Pavitr doesn’t get why but it only makes him want to get to him faster.
“You need to? For what,” He’s almost pulling at Pavitr’s mask, it makes him panic on top of the already desperate touches. “To fix things!” He whines, sniffling from how different Hobie was being. He wasn’t being understanding and kind, he was sure his sides might bruise from how hard he was holding him too.
“Fix what? I cant read your mind Pav, what’re you fixing,” “M- Miguel? I- we had an arrangement I need- need to go to him.” He blurts out again, unsure how else to explain whatever he and Miguel had going on, they weren’t dating- or romantic, but they were something. But it’s enough to convince Hobie to relax, his hold softens and he takes the chance to pull the younger closer so he was holding the teen off the ground, his leg still between his legs but supporting him. He presses kisses over his suit, mask pulled up slightly so he can feel he’s sorry, and he does.
Pavitr always will forgive Hobie, it’s just the way he was, wasn’t his fault. “What kinda arrangement?” He asks against his neck, knowing damn well what Miguel was doing to his Pavitr. “It’s j- just sex, I promise.. I don’t want him hurting you- or M- miles and Gwen.” He whispers, too ashamed to admit it any louder. It makes his blood boil, playing it slow and safe wasn’t worth it anymore, if Miguel could have him it’d be fine if he did too. Plus it didn’t sound like he was super into the kid anyways, but he was, Pavitr had such an effect on Hobie it was dangerous.
Everything about him drove him up the wall, and most of the time he wasn’t even trying. He continues pulling and kneads at the fabric of his suit, wanting it off so he could have him all to himself. “He doesn’t hurt you does he,” is all he can manage to huff, still thinking so deeply about their superior being so disgustingly handsy with pavitr. It made sense why the boy had been to secretive, keeping to himself and not changing around his friends amongst other things, he had been normal- just not normal enough.
Through all the smothering affection Pavitr managed to squeak out a little ‘no’, which is the truth, Miguel never really hurt him, not purposely at least. But it’s enough to make the older calm, yet he still continues holding him close, “H- Hobie I really need to see him..” The teen whispers, even as Hobie peels the back of his suit down, undoing it with ease and even slipping it off his shoulder. “Hobie!” “Don’t be loud Pav,” he murmurs, smiling as he finally kisses his actual skin, peppering a few kisses over his neck to his shoulder.
“I need you, Pav, please? Just this once i won’t ask again.” He murmurs, almost desperately, he’s so touchy it hurts. When the watch buzzes again Hobie makes him ignore it, even as he pushes the pants down, soon following with the rest of his suit. If it weren’t for being in the dark and Hobie towering over him he was sure someone would see, he was glad the other kept him hidden.
“Pav?” did he really have to? he’d be exhausted when Miguel would be done with him, it sounded so tiring but he did really love Hobie, maybe he just didn’t feel like he was being given enough attention. “Okay.. but t- try be quick okay?” Hobie is quick to finish peeling his suit and pants off, lastly slipping the teen’s mask off, he wastes no time before kissing him. It’s just like the other times he’s dragged Pavitr away to spend some time alone together, they’re loving kisses, but the teen knows he’s desperate for something.
So he gently cups his boyfriend’s face as his lips part, letting the other lick around his mouth inbetween kisses, he didn’t really understand why Miguel and Hobie were into this, but he guessed he didn’t really mind. He whines softly when he feel’s the older’s tongue against his own, he was just being gross doing that.. He breaks the kiss with a soft pant, trying to ignore the spit trail between their lips. “Hurry..” He ushers as he reaches for his pants, undoing one of the belts and the jeans he wore and pushing them down once undone enough.
His eyes widen a little seeing he’s wearing no underwear, “In a rush, you get it yeah?” he jokes, smiling a little at Pav’s nervous chuckle. Even if he’s forcing himself on him he knows he doesn’t realize, he thinks too highly of his boyfriend to think such a thing. Even when he pushes his boxers down and holds him with one arm while the other pull his boxers off, despite his discomfort he still toughs it out, he loves Hobie too much not to.
When he’s finally set down his leg is still between his legs, he squirms at the feeling of the fabric against his bare cunt, he doesn’t like it, he feels so exposed compared to him- why did he have to be the only one completely naked. He sighs uncomfortably when he starts grinding his leg up against him, it felt weird, he didn’t know why he was still getting wet.
His breath hitches, that warm feeling in his abdomen swelling as Hobie continued to slowly grind him down against his thigh. “Can- Can we hurry?” He quietly pleads, even lifting and slightly spreading his legs for the other. “All-a-gog aren’t you,” He chuckles, but finally listening to him. He guessed they didn’t have time for prep, so with ease he slightly held the teen up by his hips before slipping his cock between his thighs. Pavitr shudders at the feeling, he had gotten used to when Miguel did it, but Hobie never really did the things he did, they were never quick and desperate like this.
When he starts to move he finally relaxes, sighing happily as he’s rutted against, he likes when things are gentle like this. It still amazed Hobie how wet Pav could get, he wondered if he was ever this wet for Miguel, just thinking about the man made him grip harder at his hips, earning a pained whine. “H- Hobie not so hard-“ “Need to.” He urges, letting his nails dig into the teen’s skin as he ruts against his cunt harder, he ignores his soft pleads and drags his nails up to the small of his back, furthermore ignoring the muffled cry from the teen.
He needed Miguel, or anyone for that matter, to know Pavitr was his, he laid claim and that was how it’d stay. Hobie isn’t much kinder when he fucks the teen either, hoisting him back up against his chest with his legs wrapped around his waist. He presses him against the wall when he pushes into him, once again ignoring his pleas for things to slow down. Hobie only stops when he’s at the hilt, practically shaking from how perfect the younger felt around him, he’s lost count of the months he’s waited for this. He couldn’t believe he was finally fucking Pavitr, he felt nothing less than perfect, he was nothing less than perfect.
Even with tears in his eyes and his brows knitted together in discomfort, “H- hhurts-“ “Give it a sec. I’ll make it good, promise,” he huffs against his shoulder, trying not to bite him and hurt him more than he already had. He really did love Pavitr, even if he wasn’t good at showing it, he was utterly head over heels for him.
After a minute he finally moves, this time kissing Pavitr so he was better muffled, he doesn’t stop until the poor thing is breathless and dazed, jolting from the thrusts and trying to cling to the older. He’s trying his hardest to stay quiet too but he couldn’t help it, Hobie was just too much for him. He whines tiredly, resting his head on Hobie’s shoulder as his eyes fluttered open, they shoot wide when he sees two small glimmers of red in the darkness, his spider senses send chills up his spine as they get bigger, he can see the silhouette of his superior too, he hasn’t been this scared of Miguel since the month before.
He’s so tense and nervous Hobie can feel it, the kid’s almost painfully tight around him. “What?” He huffs, at first not realizing but quickly sensing their superior approaching. He groans in annoyance, still balls deep in Pavitr as he glares back at Miguel. “You mind? I’m busy with something,” He says casually, as if he’s not raping a fifteen year old barely hidden. “I do mind. Hijo de puta! Do you have any idea how dangerous this is-“ “Yeah cause you’re so much better.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes when Miguel hisses from frustration.
“It’s not like you’re going to tell anyone either, or stop me.” he adds as he starts to slowly thrust again, making Pavitr softly moan against his neck. “You’re just as fucked as me, Miguel.” He chuckles, looking back down to his cute little boyfriend. His expressions softens seeing how out of it the younger is, but he still leans up and whispers into his ear. For a few moments Hobie looks unamused, but quickly sighs and shoots a glance to Miguel, “But you can join us. He doesn’t want us fighting,” He says in a sarcastic cheery tone, was it really worth swallowing his pride.
Was it worth the chance of getting caught? With a frustrated huff he gets a better look at Pavitr, the little bit of blood on his hips and back make his blood boil, but he had done worse before. He really had no right to be so possessive and hypocritical, the boy just had such an effect on him. Seeing him with tear filled eyes and being barely awake made it all worth it, “Lyla close off sector four.” Is all he says before closing the gap between the three, his talons retract as he smoothes his hand over Pav’s hip, “So tired hm?” He whispers, holding back a smile when he tiredly nods and clings tighter to Hobie.
“N- nh.. both? you both, can do it.” He struggles to get out, he needed them to get along, both for their own sakes and his, he was already getting tired of their bickering. “You want us both?” Hobie whispers before pulling away from wall, begrudgingly letting Miguel help hold the teen up, he grits his teeth a little when Pav nods desperately.
The two are practically smushed together with the teen in the middle, still softly panting and quietly pleading for Miguel to hurry, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t sound adorable. Hobie keeps a hold on him as Miguel takes a moment to undo his suit, pulling out his already leaking cock and pressing the head against the kid’s cunt, sighing shakily as Pavitr raises his hips and attempts to stroke the two of them at once.
He whines in frustration when he can barely stroke both, needing to get Miguel wet enough so he didn’t rip up his insides again. “L- let Miguel do it first kay? then you c— can.” He whispers into Hobie’s ear, softly smiling when he grumbles, but pulls out so Miguel had the chance to push in first without hurting him. He was sure he could handle them both if he thought this through, Hobie was smaller than Miguel so it only made sense to take him second.
Pavitr melts when he feels Miguel press against him, it’s like heaven when he finally thrusts into him, it hurts a little but it’s something he got used to- it was kinda expected after all, Miguel was so big and he was much much smaller than him, Hobie too. Pavitr mewls as he inches closer to bottoming out, moving almost painfully slow, he didn’t need Hobie poking fun at him for being too rough or trying to keep the younger from him, but he felt the same.
When he finally does bottom out he gives the other a chance to relax and get used to being stuffed so full, but the moment he’s somewhat used to it Hobie starts to position himself and push into Pavitr, he’s much less gentle but he’s also not as thick or big as Miguel, it didn’t hurt the way it did with Miguel. But the teen still softly weeps as he’s shoved into, held in place with ease by both men, he gasps and writhes when Hobie bottoms out.
Tears stream down Pav’s face while he trembles in their arms, legs wrapping back around Hobie’s waist, his eyes are half hooded and barely managing to blink away his tears. His mouth is weakly hanging open as the two begin to thrust, he can barely tell who’s hands are who’s, he just knows hands are groping his chest, and that his hips are being held. “Fuck- I think he came,” Hobie chuckles breathlessly, still relentlessly thrusting, ‘i came?’ Pav could barely feel it, everything was so overwhelming, he mostly heard a soft hum that tuned out almost everything, he barely heard the praise from either man.
He almost doesn’t feel Miguel kissing at his neck either, barely registering what he’s doing, he only cries quietly as he tweaks one of his nipples between his thumb and pointer finger. “h- hah—gh!” He cries against Hobie’s hand, Pavitr had almost no idea what was going on, besides the constant humming and warmness between his legs and in his stomach he doesn’t process much more.
“está bien bebé te tengo..” Miguel whispers, his breathing laboured and shaky, the tightness is nothing he ever felt, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like how he and Hobie were basically frotting. He groans lowly, eyes shutting as he keeps his face buried in the younger’s neck, he’s perfect like this, barely able to think or understand a thing being so full, “cumming.. joder te voy a llenar,” He grunts.
Hobie’s just as undone if not worse, they’re both kissing and biting at the teen’s neck, hands still groping wherever they can reach as they thrust. When Pavitr cums again he squirts, his hips bucking uselessly, once again he barely realizes it. “ah- shit.” Hobie hisses through his teeth, his eyes almost roll back as Miguel finally cums, he’s quick to follow.
As the two grind their hips against Pav’s, they take the chance to bite at his neck, Hobie biting down on one side, and Miguel the other. It snaps Pavitr out of his daze enough to make him cry out, unable to muffle himself, Miguel makes the mental note to start closing off sector four when Pavitr visits in the future, it’s entirely worth it now that he finally heard the boy being loud without any care.
For a few minutes the two stay still inside the limp teen, softly panting and collecting themselves, Hobie pulls out slowly, breath hitching just a little before he fixes himself and his jeans. “You paralyzed him?” He scoffs, followed by a chuckle, at least he’s being playful. Miguel has no reply or answer, he doesn’t know why he gets the carnal desire to mark and paralyze Pavitr, it just happens and he barely has the self restraint to stop himself. Instead he slowly pulls out, helping the younger with his suit, Hobie helps him with his pants and mask.
He sighs tiredly, not making much else noise until Miguel properly holds him. His head rests on the man’s shoulder before he’s out cold, “Right, well. seeya.” Hobie hums, “You’re just going to leave?” “He’s in good hands. what’re you saying you want me around?” He teases, grinning as Miguel shoots a glare.
“No, but he wants us to tolerate each other. So,” he pauses, “If you want to come sit with him until he’s up you can.” With that Miguel turns around to head to his office, keeping the teen in his arms as Hobie casually follows. Neither speak of the interaction the next day, or the one after that… or the one after that too.