In response to this starter by @savethcday
open. males. tops or bottoms.
plot & connections: roommates. peter is probably the oldest living there now since he lost his good job and had to work on one not paying that much. muses over 25 are preferred. your muse or the other roommate they have can also like to take things without asking, like towel, clothes and even underwear. can add another muse later (yours or mine) to catch them doing it.
kink suggestions: roommates, breeding, foot play, nipple play, teasing, fight for dominance, etc.
After living the last years alone, Peter was still adjusting to this new life of sharing a place with roommates. Having to hope they would never see him crawling up the window after a night as Spider-man was already a lot, but to remember simple things like taking a towel to the bathroom or avoid just being naked on the usual areas could be tricky. This time was the damn towel. Third time this week. He unlocked the door and listened to the sound of the television in the living room. “Sorry. I swear I’ll dry this off.” He was jumping on his tiptoes as he crossed the living room, hands hiding his crotch as he left a trail of water behind him. To his despair, the towel was not where he thought it would be - outside, drying under the warm Spring sun. He traced back to the living room. “Hm you didn’t happen to see my towel, did you?” Peter was just unsure who had taken it and used as his. It happened often with these new roommates.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Greg was curiously caught up in the news. The female reporter spoke of this oh so famous Spiderman, that Greg could hardly believe. For well, he never had a chance to see the red and blue guy in action for himself. He wondered if it was all a hoax for the media, and just pondered until Peter started scampering across the room. Greg made a sound as if he was shocked, shielding his eyes as he said,
“Well I wasn’t prepared for that this morning. Nice ass Pete”
But then Peter came back, and it was hard not to laugh. Looking up at him, he grinned. Trying to avoid looking at anything else... He was always distracted by this one particular room mate’s looks. And it bothered him, because well. He didn’t know if those were the right things to feel about someone you’re sharing a mortgage with. He would hate to complicate his life any more than it was. But stifling anything he could have possibly felt, he just shrugged. Then shook his head,
“ Maybe in your drawer or something? Not sure why I would be responsible for your, towels”, he chuckled. He then sighed, scratching his head. Then finally Greg shut his eyes.
“Fuck’n shit ... Wait...”, he got up, and guiltily marched to his bed room in the far back of the apartment. It wasn’t really a room more less a big closet where he slept. With a blanket nailed up like a door. When he came out, he had Peter’s towel, and flustered. He just shoved it into his grasp and dropped back down on the couch. Trying to now focus past him, and at the tv. Grumbling a soft apology, and that he needed something when he was almost late to work.
