Sender: @decemannos !!
Prompt: "i see you're busy" (from Magik)
His phone had been buzzing regularly for the past forty-five minutes with texts that had gone ignored, deemed an unwanted intrusion upon what was a rare opportunity to enjoy personal time. The notion that he'd been meant to meet up with someone was a vague pull at the corner of his mind. Overpowered by unresolved desire that had built for far too long now. A few minutes to himself meant the opening he needed to explore the gnawing desire for release, to blow off steam ━ that's what this was: self-therapy, stress relief, seeking out endorphins. An overextended genius could use a good dose of endorphins, pleasure in an otherwise too stressful or buys life.
Which was to blame? The desire to sate himself leaving him incapable of recognizing the tug of his spider sense, or the fact that he'd spent so much time with Illyana lately that his defensive senses had failed him entirely. Either way, there had hardly been enough time between the portal opening and her appearance to attempt acting modest. With his bedding in disarray, he'd found his desperately grasping hand was finding nothing good enough to hide himself away.
❛ Most people use the door. ❜ With few options, his still searching hand grabbed onto one of the bedsheets to drape over himself. A laughable attempt to hide himself away. All it managed to do was call more attention to his crotch, owing to the hilariously obvious tent caused by the fabric. Peter was regretting life. This wasn't the non-sexual nudity that she practiced, not even close. ❛ Because it's impossible to knock when it comes to portals. ❜
