Amazing !! Stupendous!! I'm unashamedly asking for more! Spideytorch with "This isn’t exactly what I had in mind."
(M for mature, not quite explicit or anything.)
Grabbing hands and hot breath.
“Shit, Johnny, J—oh…” Peter tilted his head to the side to allow Johnny a better reach of his ear. The way he was doing what he was doing was really doing it for him.
“Yeah, Pete?” Johnny dug his fingers into Peter’s ribs through his costume and dragged them down, pressing forward to shove Peter harder against the side of the Spider-Mobile.
Peter bit his lip and opened his eyes to look at Johnny. “You wanna…?”
“Why thank you, I’d love to!”
Grinning, Peter shoved Johnny away and grabbed him by the wrists, whirling him to pin him against the vehicle instead. “Right here?” Leaning in, he scraped his teeth against Johnny’s throat and bit gently.
Johnny huffed out a gasping breath and clung to Peter’s hips. “Maybe the car seat would be more comfortable. This is digging into my back.”
“You mean you don’t want me to just bend you over the fender?”
Peter laughed and licked over Johnny’s mouth, prompting Johnny to make a face and blow a raspberry at him. That just made Peter laugh again and kiss him properly. He tilted his head to claim Johnny’s mouth, wrapping one arm around his waist and holding him close.
“Maybe some other time,” Johnny said after breaking away, purring the words into Peter’s ear. He arched his back, rubbing his groin against Peter’s.
“Hnnngh, come on,” Peter said. He leaned around Johnny to yank the release on the passenger seat, cranking it all the way back.
“This is the worst car,” Johnny said, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as he folded his arms.
“Hey! Only I’m allowed to say that!” Peter scowled, highly offended, while at the same time trying not to agree with the sentiment. “All it needs is an adjusted alternator.”
“I’ll adjust your alternator,” Johnny said, slipping a hand below Peter’s waist to press and squeeze.
Peter hissed in a breath, and scooped Johnny into his arms. He plopped him onto the car seat and climbed in on top of him, grabbing his face with both hands. “You are unbelievable,” he said, and kissed Johnny for all he was worth, not allowing him a reply.
Johnny clung to Peter’s shirt, gasping between kisses as Peter took charge. His strong hands were everywhere, like he was trying to make a roadmap of Where Johnny Likes What. Maybe he was.
Peter couldn’t get enough of Johnny’s hair, either. All he wanted to do was grab it, run his fingers through it, mess it up. Johnny, in his arms, in his car.
Tightening his grip, Peter pulled Johnny’s head back and drew his attention to Johnny’s collar bone, kissing and nipping, sliding his tongue along the dip behind it. “This is ridiculous,” he said. “I can’t believe we’re doing this in this car.”
“You know what’s ridiculous, is how damn long it took you to figure this out.” Johnny’s thighs pressed against Peter’s hips as he squeezed around him, bending into him, shivering and twitching as Pete’s touches felt like lightning bolts.
“Shut up, I don’t need your sass,” Peter mouthed the words against Johnny’s adam’s apple, snaking his fingers up under Johnny’s shirt. He rubbed a thumb across a stiff nipple, sucking a bruise against Johnny’s neck.
“Sass?” Johnny barked a laugh, but it shifted quickly into a groan as Pete ground their hips together. “It was your idea to do it in the car. This stupid, stupid car. I have much better cars.”
“I’m sure you’ve done it in them already, you horndog.”
Johnny was going to reply, Who the hell even says that, but Peter began sucking on his earlobe, and putting his hand down Johnny’s pants. At that point, he just couldn’t make the words.
A few fumbling minutes later, the two of them came to the realization that this was going to be harder than they initially thought. Johnny’s pants were still on, his left foot was jammed through the steering wheel, his right knee was digging into Peter’s ribs, and his arm was cramped between the seat and the chassis.
They were trying to kiss and get more comfortable, but Johnny winced when something pinched, and Peter made a face at him.
“This isn’t exactly what I had in mind,” Peter said.
“I’m sure,” Johnny said with a glare.
(This was a continuation of this. I might be persuaded to continue it further with one of these prompts.)
