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"I did know, I would of know regardless. My people are very loyal to me...but Leo told me" He informed him, his hand slowly brushing up and down Dante's abs and clearly enjoying tracing every inch of him. At this point Owen had hopefully made it clear to the young man that him staying here wasn't some sort of temporary affair or something that was ending. As far as Owen was concerned, Dante was here to stay. Which begged the question, what would their boy be to them?

"Mm, you miss his taste do you?" He chuckled against his ear, leaning down to kiss Dante's neck while the young man admired his son. Leo's lean, tanned and toned body on display and glistened from the water as he lay on the sun bed. Not a care in the world or even aware that he was being watched. "Tell me Dante, when you think of me...and when you think of Leo, what comes to mind? How do you view us?"

The situation Dante found himself in was awkward to say the least. He’d started sleeping with Owen after a few encounters at the club Dante worked at and after being invited over and staying here, he’d fooled around a little with Leo the other day too. After that it was impossible to not stare.

He was standing out by the side of the pool, having been inside it for the last hour or so. His eyes easily found the bulge, thinking about the other day - only breaking out of said daydream when Owen came and pressed up against him.

At first he was unsure how to answer, biting his lip, then licking it before nodding a little. “I’m surrounded by two attractive men, and you’re expecting me to not at least look?” His tone was soft, playful, as he backed gently against the man to try and ease any potential annoyance from Owen. He wondered if Owen knew anything about his and Leo’s antics.

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Owen was well aware of what was happening between Leo and Dante, even if his son had tried to hide it from him he wouldn't have been successful since nothing went on in this house with his know how. But Leo hadn't tried to hide it, which is why Owen was coming up to Dante right now and with a look of amusement on his face. Truth be told this was more so about deciding what Dante was to both Owen and Leo, who would he become to each of them.

A large arm came around Dante's waist and tugged him closer when he felt the other lean against him. "Oh I'm sure it is trouble for you, especially with two men you've slept with" Owen remarked, a rumble of amusement in his voice as he murmrued in Dante's ear. "So what were you thinking just now, as you were admiring my son - hm?" He questioned, though it was clearly more than a question. It was an instruction for honesty.

The situation Dante found himself in was awkward to say the least. He’d started sleeping with Owen after a few encounters at the club Dante worked at and after being invited over and staying here, he’d fooled around a little with Leo the other day too. After that it was impossible to not stare.

He was standing out by the side of the pool, having been inside it for the last hour or so. His eyes easily found the bulge, thinking about the other day - only breaking out of said daydream when Owen came and pressed up against him.

At first he was unsure how to answer, biting his lip, then licking it before nodding a little. “I’m surrounded by two attractive men, and you’re expecting me to not at least look?” His tone was soft, playful, as he backed gently against the man to try and ease any potential annoyance from Owen. He wondered if Owen knew anything about his and Leo’s antics.

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It was odd, Peter had thought that maybe seeing the man in less formal clothing might have reduced that intense, commanding aura he sort of had. But nope, apparently a t-shirt and jeans didn't do much to make Cal feel any different. It wasn't something that made Peter uncomfortable or feel unsafe, it was more so just the kind of aura some people had. Like Tony was, just the kind of energy that commanded a room he walked into. Except Cal seemed far less of a showman, it seemed almost casual how he did it.

"Uh, sorry I'm a bit of a state." He suddenly said, realizing rather sheepishly how much his clothing was less than ideal for coming into someone's home for the first time - not to mention the fact he was sweating up a storm. "I can just leave the package and go if you want-" He offered, only to be cut off as he was told he'd be getting a drink at least and felt the hand on his back. The reaction was two-fold, a slight jump in surprise at the touch with his muscles tensing. Clearly not used to a touch like that, before the tension faded and a warm flush appeared across his face instead.

"Uh, if you're sure Mister Jackson. I don't want to be a bother" Peter said, sheepish but following along regardless without complaint. Glancing around as he took in the space, the cool air felt amazing and the replacement of loud traffic with blues music felt relaxing to say the least. "Your home is amazing by the way, also kind of huge. Do you live here by yourself?" He asked with genuine curiosity.

The surprise was priceless and beyond amusing. The exact sort of thing that Cal had expected and wanted. There was a feeling that if he threw the younger man off enough, he would cooperate with what was asked of him and not ask too many questions in the beginning. It created the opportunity to get him into the home and shut off from the outside world. It allowed Cal to move onto the next step of the plan and indulge in the thoughts and ideas that had been swirling around his imagination since that first meeting. Patience was far more a strong suit for the head of the Sinclair family than most thought him capable. In these sorts of situations, he had to work hard on holding himself back. Especially after seeing the flushed mess of a younger man in the tank and the shorts. Practically everything was on display for him.

"Don't worry about it," he brushed the apology off with a barely there shrug of his shoulders. His pace slowed a little bit, putting him right alongside Peter rather than having Peter follow him. "I can't imagine many would be willing. It is getting brutal out there. Why don't you go ahead and set that down on the table in that room. I'll grab you a drink. It looks like you could use it." One hand motioned forward towards where he wanted Peter to go while the other pressed lightly against his back, just above the swell of his ass. A touch that could be played off as simply getting Peter moving if need be. He watched closely to see how Peter would react, wanting to know if it flustered him or upset him. Cal had an idea of which he would get but needed the confirmation.

Soft music, something that was more blues oriented played throughout the home. The temperature was far cooler inside than it was out under the unrelenting sun. Comfort with a bit of a modern flair was the overall theme of the home. It looked well lived in. On purpose. Mostly it was some of the other family members or their hired help that tended to stay at this particular house. It was why Cal had chosen it. It was comfortable but unassuming. It wouldn't paint him as something more than just an average businessman.

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Owen had only so much willpower - how was he supposed to resist a gorgeous young man squirming next to him that was so flushed and flustered that he looked like he might fall apart at a single touch? He would try and behave at least a little, he had a feeling Sebastian was hardly an expert in these sort of things...though that brought it's own level of arousal and lust. The idea of being able to teach him so many things and find out just what the young man liked, exploring kinks and fantasies and wants and wishes...

"Well maybe you can start thinking if you want a career in that field or if you want it to remain a hobby, a little escape for you. There's no wrong answers - but something to consider" He remarked before his eyes shifted back to what really he was interested right now. Which was how much of an adorable mess the young man was. He slowly leaned back in his chair, his large thighs spread as he raised a hand to gesture Sebastian come. "Sebastian, come here" He instructed and placed a large hand on his thigh, patting it. Clearly telling the boy exactly where he should be.

He'd wait until he was obeyed, making sure Sebastian was facing him when he was in his large. A large, beefy arm wrapped around the younger man's waist and dragged him closer - so Owen could feel that hard cock against his stomach. But it didn't seem to bother him, his other hand moving to gently grip that chin and make sure he was looking him in the eye. "Do you like that idea baby boy, hm? The fact that me and my son are going to want you...be obsessed with you? Talk to me, be a good boy and speak honestly. Tell me your thoughts, your wants....your needs."

His eyes widened, unable to help it at the question and the callout of the heat on his cheeks once more. The more attention that was drawn to it, the worse it seemed to get. Sebastian didn't miss the fact that Owen seemed to be enjoying himself. The grin was impossible to ignore. The problem? Sebastian didn't know what to do with it or how to answer. The intensity of the gaze kept him pinned to his seat but there was another small squirm. An ever so slight shift of his hips against the seat. His heart was pounding wildly in his chest. The other problem? Arousal was creeping it's way to his conscious mind and his body was reacting far faster than he could catch up. He could feel his jeans begin to tighten. In turn, it only made the blush worse, redness creeping down his neck.

"Uh," Sebastian offered back, trying to get his mind to catch up to the important question. One that cause less unsteadiness. He tried clearing his throat, still hearing the blood rushing in his ears. "I enjoy it...Didn't think much about careers..." His tone was entirely unsteady. He wasn't running though. Sebastian remained planted firmly in his seat. Fleeing would have been easier and allowed him to deal with the whirlwind that was occurring but he couldn't. He didn't want to.

The touch just exacerbated everything he was already feeling. Sebastian nearly, very nearly jumped. Not to move out of the way. Not to pull back from the touch. Just from the sheer surprise with how in his head he had gotten. Owen's son would be the same way? Sebastian wasn't sure he was going to survive being here. In the best way possible he supposed. He nodded, mutely, to show that he understood what was being said and the fact that he was going to be exposed to this all even more.

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Why was such a simple touch from Peter so electric? Feeling that hand on his thighs, carressing them made his hips arch and a shiver to run down his spine. Such an intimate feeling in this moment - looking back at Peter, licking his lips and noticing that smile, followed by a question that shouldn't sound as innocent as it did from his favourite sandwich boy's lips. "Mm, maybe I do. You like that Petey, you think you can?" He challenged, breathless little laugh as he sunk down all the way with his ass now resting on the young hero's pelvis.

"Not just me though, naughty little image of sweet dorky Peter Parker making inexperienced pretty boys lose their mind on his cock. You'd ruin so many poor things with this cock" He groaned, back arching and hole twitching around that fat cock as he adjusted. Eventually he pulled himself back up, only to force himself back down. Eyes looking more and more dazed as he began to build up a rhythm. He was going to ride Peter Parker until they both lost their god damn minds to the pleasure.

Peter whimpers with need when Leo and his mouth abandon his cock, he moans into the kiss, pushing forward and trying to deepen it, but remains unable to hold steady or to grab at him, too overwhelmed with pleasure for his fists to even close. he gasps when he feels the tug on his earlobe, then begins to nod, "Y-Yeah… Okay… No- No holding back…" it's almost a promise more than just an agreement, he'll try his best to do what Leo wants.

Leo's aren't the only eyes that widen, Peter's do too when he feels him on his lap, the tightness of his hole and the burning heat from his body as it opens and welcomes him inside. there's no way he spent so long without ever being able to feel something like this before, he's genuinely surprised and amazed. the boy's toes curl with the pleasure and he brings his own hands over Leo's thighs, caressing as best as he can over those strong legs while a loud moan passes through his lips. "Oh, fffuuck!"

the twitch on Leo's cock wasn't gone unnoticed, it brought a smile to Peter's face and, curious, he reaches with a shy hand to return the favor of being touched and toyed with. fingers wrapping around him, offering slow strokes. "You... You like the idea of... hhnff... of... me breaking you?"

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Even as he made Peter fall apart, even as he turned him into a rutting verbaless mess, Ethan looked composed and put together - almost as if it wasn't affecting him. Of course that wasn't true - it effected him deeply but part of the perfromance was making Peter feel so helpless and out of control, while Ethan remained fully in control. He knew exactly what buttons to press, what words to say to have a pretty boy like Peter Parker falling apart like an overwhelmed virgin.

He let Peter degrade himself for a little, nuzzling his foot like a scared servant might appease its master - before he reached out and gripped the rope bondage and dragged Peter to his feet as Ethan stood up. Stronger than he looked, Ethan lifted Peter up on the desk like a well earned prize. While the rest of Peter was bound, his legs were free so Ethan could stand between them as he towered over the bound boy currently perched on his desk.

"Look at you - professor's assistant and yet you spent most of your time kneeling by my feet. So obediently, like it's second nature to you" He muttered, fingers brushing across Peter's aching cock trapped his his trousers. "You make such pretty decor, don't you Mister Parker?" He murmured, his other hand dragging that ball gag out of his mouth to hang around his throat like a crass collar. "Go on, confess to me all that you crave while you rut against me like the needy little thing you are" He commanded calmly, the hand that had been removing the ball gag went back to gripping his throat.

the longer time passes the more Peter's body aches for more, Ethan's foot is not enough and he continues grinding and rutting against it, silently wishing the man would look at him or touch him further. but that can't happen as long as he has a class to teach. and when they begin to leave, he perks up, surely this means he'll receive more attention, but that doesn't come either. his hard cock aches and begs, twitching against Ethan's foot, the only attention he receives for a while.

when, finally, the man looks down at him, Peter nods eagerly, bending down as best as he can in his position and with the bondage that holds him in place to rub his face against Ethan's foot and calf. his cock still as rock hard as it was in the beginning, just as needy as he is for the professor's attention.

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"Mmm, are you trying not to swear for me? Adorable. Only you would be worried about cursing while having your cock sucked" He chuckled, leaning up and past Peter's cock to brush his nose against his and then kiss him, slow and deep and taking its time to taste Peter and let Peter taste a little of himself on Leo's lips. All the while, Leo's free hand was now sliding down his own ass, teasing his hole to get ready for what was surely going to be one hell of a ride. "Don't hold back for me Petey, I want to hear you swear and say filthy things and admit everything on your mind. You're going to be so fucking hot when you're not holding back" He whispered against his ear, before tugging his earlobe with his teeth.

Then the moment came - Leo's pants were gone to reveal his strong thighs, nice cock and gorgeous thick ass that he'd been playing with. Straddling Peter's lap, hands resting on his abs and eyes locked on Peter as he began to slowly sink himself down on that hard cock. His eyes widened, his mouth opened and for a moment Leo could completely overwhelmed - a look Peter would of never seen on him before. Leo was no virgin, yet he felt like one with the way his hole stretched and ached around this fat, gorgeous cock. Hands trembling and gasps and moans echoing off the walls as he tried to adjust to the sensation.

"Fuck, Pete. You're lucky I'm not a virgin or you'd be breaking me" He gronaed, though his tongue flicked out passed his lips and his dick twitched at the idea. Now why did the thought of dorky Peter ruining some pretty virgins with his big dick sound so hot? That was the thought in Leo's head as he began to sink inch by inch on that perfect cock - eyes fluttering, panting like he was in heat.

Peter has never felt something so good, his entire body aches for more and reacts accordingly, he writhes against his bed watching Leo take him into his mouth, the lips and tongue dragging across his cock making him gasp needily and his breathing getting heavy and heavier when he pulls off his cock.

"I... This is so..." he pants out, staring with wide hungry eyes at Leo kissing his cock and his wandering hands, he feels overwhelmed but in the best possible way. can only react by writhing further on his bed and nodding eagerly as Leo talks. "Fffnh..." it's almost as if he's trying his best to stop himself from swearing, one hand reaching for Leo's hand when it reaches over his abs and chest, fingers trying to hold and grab, but he's too blissful to even be able to hold a grip. "Y-Yeah..." he hums, slowly realizing he actually needs to answer that question, words are hard to produce right now. "you... ride, yeah you ride... you ride me... Please." he's not sure he could even handle that himself, already near losing his mind from how good Leo's mouth alone feels on him.

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The class continued on, Ethan never once looking at Peter or giving anyone in the class a reason to believe anything was amiss. He continued to take questions, give his lecture and give his students a moment to look over their work before handing it in. Thankfully Peter was angled in such a way that nobody would notice him unless they actively bent down and looked under the desk, which obviously none of them did. It had been a full hour Peter had been kneeling on the pillow and a good thirty minutes of Ethan's foot being on his cock and occasionally grinding against it to make the boy squirm and tremble.

But then the last student left, Ethan didn't immediately do anything to acknowledge Peter - let alone free them. He simply began looking over the papers handed to him, reading them and marking them while the poor boy was left gagged, bound and kneeling. A good thirty extra minutes would pass, with Ethan's shoe toying with Peter's cock only getting more and more consistent. Only then would he slip off his glasses and glance down at the poor boy. "Do you want to be let up?" was the only words he offered and with Peter gagged the young man could only nod or shake his head in response.

it's the most perfect kind of blur from being held against the classroom door to being suddenly shoved underneath the professor's desk, tied up in the most obscene of ways. mouth gagged and confined in such a tight space. it's kind of claustrophobic and Peter would be lying if he said it didn't feel anxiety inducing at first. and when he hears the door open and seats fill up with students, he's terrified to be found out. this would ruin not only his academic career but his entire life, as it probably would Ethan. but he doesn't seem bothered, he's keeping his cool in such a remarkable manner Peter can't help but admire him even more after.

even in this state, bound and gagged, treated like some sort of object, he can't stop being fascinated by the older man, and pays rabid attention to the class he teaches, drinking his every word and shivering with deep need when he sits back down in front of him. the foot on his bulge sending waves of lust and anticipation through him, it hardens immediately as Ethan's foot rubs against it. Peter would whine if he wasn't terrified of being heard, instead just rutting and grinding back against the sole that touches him.

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The hips pushing up against Leo's face caused him to gag louder and splutter around that thick cock, his air even cut off for a moment. But instead of being annoyed by the action, the noises Leo made left no room of doubt that he enjoyed the feeling and sensation. What was better than feeling the air cut off momentarily because the cock you were sucking was just that big? Dragging his mouth off the cock for a moment only to sigh happily and nuzzle it, kiss the shaft and the tip like it was a long lost lover. Clearly a little cock drunk and loving every moment of this, eyes never leaving Peter.

"Fuck, you have no idea how sexy you are...how crazy you're making me" He murmured, continuing to kiss and suck and worship that big cock. His hands squeezing Peter's thighs and sliding up his abs and squeezing that chest. "Mmm, question is baby. What do you want more, to cum with my mouth on your cock and filling my throat?" He asked before adding with a coy smile. "...Or me riding you and you filling me up with every drop?"

Peter is a flurry of needy moans and whines for every second that Leo's tongue continues traveling across his length, his legs twitch and shake as if that's the first time he's felt this kind of pleasure, his body unable to process it. and it very well might be the first time this has happened to him. he never got that far with MJ.

the praise and compliments make him blush, if he could be any redder he'd be the same shade as his spider-man suit right now, he nods and gasps out loudly when he feels a thumb brushing right where Leo's tongue used to be. his toes curl against the floor, and if they did any more he'd be about to start scratching and breaking through his floor, so he instinctively lets his legs rise up a little bit, then bends and sticks his feet to the edge of his bed, in a position that looks quite like one of his usual spider-man squats, if it were to be seen at a different angle.

things go haywire when Leo wraps his lips around him, Peter moans out so loud his voice breaks and goes high pitched, his head tilts back against the bed and he pushes on his hips when more of his cock disappears into Leo's mouth. it's unplanned, a motion motivated entirely by instinct, his body telling him what to do rather than him telling it to do something. "Hhhfuuuck."

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Around thirty minutes or so later and Ethan had begun to teach his next class for the day, mostly involving a breathdown of Mary Shelley's work and her revolotuinary impact on women in literature. It was a typical lecture of Ethan's, nothing out of the ordinary for his college students. Other than for the fact, unknown to them, his former student turned assistant was currently bound and kneeling on a pillow under his desk. With a pretty ball gag between his lips to keep him silent as possible.

Peter was bound thoroughly as well, not just his hands tied up - no, his chest and thighs were wrapped in rope, along with his arms that were bound and attached to the rope around his back. The bindings were artistic and Peter looked like such a pretty addition to his decor right now. And to think, he'd had that all on hand in this room. Eventually Ethan would sit down during the class, not paying attention to Peter at all - except for his food gently pressing down on the young man's bulge, gently grinding it under his foot. Yet through it all, Ethan looked completely composed and unaffected.

"Of- Of course... It's my job..." Peter speaks quietly, blushing even harder when he feels the hand around his neck begin to tighten. it sends shivers down his spine, and the fact that they're so close to each other only makes it worse (better). the man's hot breath against his lips only making Peter want nothing more than to taste his lips again, it's been so long, at least it feels like it. he spent the entire day wanting to feel a kiss, or hear a praise, or anything else. "Thank-Thank you sir." Peter hums, his head tilting slightly when he feels him against his ear.

as Ethan's knee begins to pull from him, Peter whines and whimpers quietly, he almost wants to reach and pull him back in, "Nhh-I'm sorry, sir... I can't control it. I- Yea-No." he stutters and stammers, unable to form coherent words together until his chin is forced up and he's made to look into the older man's eyes. he gulps, and collects himself, "Please. Tie me up, sir..."

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When Owen saw what was happening on the cameras, he raised an eyebrow. Seems Spider-Man had decided to come in with a different intent, not necessarily to stop his operation or even make some sort of deal. This looked more like some sort of revenge wrapped up in a desperate attempt to gain control back. Watching some of his men crumple, clearly needing medical attention the crime boss grunted a little in annoyance. It seemed Spider-Man needed a lesson after all. Owen slowly reached for his phone and dials a number.

"I want all footage of the cameras tonight sent to our off-shore locations and saved. Understood?" Owen remarked to one of his tech guys that was at another location but had access to the camera footage as well. He didn't wait for an answer, just hung up as the door is kicked through and Owen finds himself face to face with one wound up Spider-Man. "Well, well - no quip or snarky comment this time little spider?" Owen questioned, slowly walking around his table and standing at his full height, over 6'4" and in a well put together suit. "I take it you're here for something, quite a mess you made behind you. Not very heroic of you."

if he swings his way there, it's with the explicit intent of getting that tape destroyed. he cannot have this get out, or get into the wrong hands. wronger hands. it's already a huge risk for him that Owen has recorded him without his mask, and he cannot let that float over his head like the most awful of swords of damocles. it's been long enough that Peter has stopped experiencing that strange feeling of arousal whenever he thinks back on what happened with this... thug of a man. he's grateful to whatever force works on his side that nobody even knows what happened those many weeks ago, neither the rest of the avengers or the rest of the underworld seem to be aware that he had a slip up and allowed himself to be revealed. but he knows. Owen knows. he needs to fix this mistake. and he needs to fix it now.

the few thugs that stand in his way, he gets rid of. plain and simple. this is too high of a risk, he's not pulling his punches anymore. he's willing to break the few rules he has. perhaps this is Owen's greatest win from that day, that he's made Peter capable of hurting others without caring about it. he kicks through the same door he watched Owen abandon him that last time and stands ready for a fight.

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If Peter's reaction was telling before, it became so obvious it might as well have its own neon sign and billboard. The 'good boy' followed by the wink, caused Peter to make an audible strained noise that had his whole face brightening up and unable to even meet Reed's gaze for a moment. The following orders and reacting to the praise probably gave the older so much ammunition and likely had just shifted the direction of their dynamic in a way that Peter couldn't even fully comprehend yet but he knew was there.

Of course Peter listened to Reed ramble, not that he even considered it a ramble. It was just a brilliant man talking about science and maybe a little bit about how good Peter looked in tight clothing. "Right, on a technical level the tighter suit would help with movement against the wind but uh, to a certian point. If the suit was too tight then it could put presser and restrain on the muscles, making movement more difficult and reaction time less optimal" Peter rambled right back. "The suit you've made is amazing and I definitely think will help with my movement! I just mean if you were to go any tighter, well uh I'm not sure a suit like that would be built for practical use right?" Peter asked, a naive and oblivious comment that didn't take into account other reasons Reed might build another suit.

Part of Peter, a shameful part, had wondered what a man like Reed with the powers he had could do with them in...well, behind closed doors. But it seems Peter was getting a first hand experience, his body immediately arching and a shaken, broken cry passing his lips as he felt that finger inside shifting and changing. Getting thicker, ribbed and all sorts that made the poor boy already start to crumble and squirm and whimper like a desperate little mess. "I...I y-you could if you wanted to-to....l-lecture on me whatever you like. I...I like your voice. H-Holy shit..." Peter whined and confessed. Whether it was Reed lecturing him on academics or saying wicked, depraved things to Peter - apparenty the sound of the hero's voice was a thrill.

"You're too kind, Peter." Reed says with a heartfelt laugh as the boy tries to joke the shirtless bit from his tirade away. the faint form of a smirk appears on Reed's lips when he notices those little reactions from Peter, it confirms his theory and he couldn't be happier about it. this bodes well for the future, and he's going to enjoy it when they get there. "Good boy." he tells him with a playful wink.

"On a purely technical aspect? The tighter your suit is, the more aerodynamic it is. It's less fabric flapping against the wind when you swing through the city, you do that quite often, and at incredible speed too. The more aerodynamic it is, the faster you'll go. It'll save you perhaps a few milliseconds, which doesn't sound a lot but will absolutely make some kind of difference as a whole." Reed can't help rambling either, the two of them rather similar in that aspect. "And then, of course, there's the aesthetic aspect. That is to say, you look really good in a tight suit. Johnny and I agree on that, it seems."

"Then perhaps I should be reading to you while I do this?" he hums, his finger pushing deeper. then deeper. and deeper. it extends beyond its natural size, explores the boy's inside and teases him playfully as it changes shape, "Give you lectures? Teach you about my favorite subjects? I'm very good at multitasking." when Peter beings to hold on to him, the shape of his finger grows girthier, then ribbed, and it starts filling him whole, the base at his entrance still just as thin as before.

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Ethan couldn't help the coy smile forming over his lips, not only at Peter calling him Sir - but his confession about not wanting to get him in trouble. Even in a state like this his favourite student couldn't help but make it about him. Truly Ethan's ego could likely be satisfied for a whole year after just a few encounters with Peter Parker. "Is that right? Even now you're thinking about me?" He murmured, the grip around the throat tightening just a little bit. His breath tickling Peter's lips with how close they were, keeping the young man pinned to the door. "What an obedient, loyal creature you are Mister Parker" He hummed, breath moving to tickle his ear.

Ethan felt the way Peter's cock twitched against his knee, causing the part time professor to pull back just a little, brow raised. "Well, well Mister Parker. What's this? Do you want that? To be tied up and kept like decor while I teach my class?" He asked or rather commanded Peter to answer, grip on his neck shifting so he could force Peter's chin up - made to look up at him as he spoke. "I asked you a question."

Peter's at a loss of word, which doesn't happen that easily for the notoriously quippy superhero, he stares into Ethan's eyes, so blatantly blushing from the hand still on his neck. "N-No Sir." he hums, his body tensing up when he feels the older man's knee pushing between his legs.

"I- I just..." then he shuts up and shivers when he leans in and starts whispering to his ear, which only arouses him further, he feels himself already growing and bulging in his underwear. "I don't want you to get in trouble..." he whimpers, Ethan is right though, he would love for the rest of his peers, or even the rest of the world, to know that he's at his beck and call, at his mercy. there's something he finds incredibly exciting and appealing to being known as Ethan Woods' boy.

the idea of being tied up and hidden in plain sight, underneath the older man's desk while he teaches his class sends another wave of pleasure into his crotch. and he finds himself trying to push and feel the man's knee against his covered cock while his thumb brushes against his throat.

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Did I make a Ben Riley muse? Maybe. He's now avaliable as one of my canon muses, though with my own modifications. He's now avaliable for plotting, memes and threads galore.

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Stiles had no idea what was happening right now. He'd always assumed Derek hated him - given how much he'd threaten to hit Stiles or push him into walls or just throw him about to make a point or two. Yet here was Stiles, all alone with the big bad wolf, finding himself pinned to the wall as the muscle mass of a werewolf grinding against him. Almost like he was rutting against him, trapping Stiles in there as he squirmed. A mixture of confusion, panic, humiliation and heavy arousal pooled through the poor boy's body. Lips parted, eyes wide and hair a mess as he felt the huge meat trapped in Derek's trousers rubbing and grinding against him.

"D-Dude, what the hell Derek. If this is some weird ass fear tatic" He stammered, one hand pushing against Derek's chest which just meant Stiles was feeling up the man's thick pec. Fuck.

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Ethan didn't usually have favourites, mostly because this was a part time job - an extra feather in his cap. But then came along Peter, with his pretty eyes and eagerness to learn. A science major who was curious about literature and writing and even if it wasn't his forte he tried twice as hard as everyone else. Ethan soon realized part of the trying was to get better, but part of it was to impress his professor. Cut to all this time later and Peter wasn't just his student, but his assistant. The fact that someone so dedicated to science was willing to work for a man of literature had said it all and made Ethan's next move oh so easy.

Which is how he found himself pinning his favourite former student against the doorframe. His breath tickling Peter's lips, his dark eyes gazing down at the smaller man as his hand wrapped around his throat and gave a gentle squeeze. Not enough to choke or harm, but enough to give a thrill and the promise/threat of a harder squeeze.

"And, Mister Parker?" He'd asked, brow raised with an almost amusement in his voice mixed with lust at the protest. Knee between Peter's legs as he leaned in to murmur against his ear. "Are you worried they'll find out the truth? Of why you took this job and what you'd rather be doing for me?" He murmured - pulling back to gaze into those eyes. "Mm, I'd think you'd want people to know. But if you're worried about making too much nice, I could always tie you up and keep you under my desk next period" He murmured, thumb brushing against his throat.

⸻ actions prompt -> [ choke ] for @mythicalmen

going from being the teacher's pet to, well, being the teacher's pet. that was not something Peter had planned beforehand when he accepted the job of being his assistant. between his writing and his teaching, Ethan had apparently needed the help of someone to assist during his college lectures, Peter volunteered immediately. he admired both the professor and the author. he didn't expect to hit it off so well with him in-between classes and even less so to find himself sharing much more intimate times with him as the weeks went on.

the hand on his neck sends a shiver down his spine. the classroom emptied, it's only the two of them left. he's been aching for more ever since he first tasted the other man's lips on his own, but this is new. he's never grabbed at him like this, never touched him like this in his classroom. but if anything about Peter's reaction is to be believed, he's very much into it. he leans into the hand around his neck, stares at the professor's lips and dares not kiss, "Wh- Sir... Mister Woods... There's still people outside... We- They might-" he doesn't want to finish that sentence.

[mythicalmen]

"Uh, I plead the fifth? I mean, to the shirtless thing. Of course you're brilliant. You're like crazy smart and eager to share knowledge, it's always nice to learn from you" Peter rambled Reed with compliments but his gushing was genuine. He wasn't doing it with any agenda or any sort of goal - he was just being honest and his admiration for the man was plain as day. But then Peter's rambling stopped and those doe eyes of his widened at the mention of 'allowed' to call him Mister while he's in the suit. Maybe Peter didn't even notice the blush on his own cheeks, but no doubt Reed would. "O-Okay, yes. I...I'll only do it then Mi-uh, Reed" He corrected himself, voice a little shakey.

"I mean, the better for what exactly? Can it even go any tighter?" He said, mostly kidding and based on an ignorance to the fact Reed knew it very much could go tighter. "Johnny teases me even with my old suit so he probably will tease me again. Something about me opening a bakery" He huffed, remembering Johnny's ass comments when he was in the Spidey suit.

Peter could feel his heart racing in his chest, the two of them once more shifting back towards what had happened before and that other side of Reed coming out. His lips parted and a shaken gasp of breath as he felt that finger toying with his hole - making the poor boy tremble and let out sweet noises. Being told that he often thought about the young hero like that made his eyes flutter under the mask. "I...I know there...there definitely is, I just...I like your voice and the way you explain things in detaill. Whether it's science or...or this" He confessed, leaning his body closer into Reed's and gripping his uniform tightly with one hand - like he was desperate to hold on.

"So you want to see us shirtless... Interesting. And I'm a brilliant mentor am I?" he teases with a smile, amused by how Peter reacts to his own words, stumbling on them and getting all flushed in the face. "You're fine, Peter. No need to apologise, just remember. To you, I'm just Reed. No misters. Unless we're on the job and I'm only wearing the suit. Then you're allowed to call me Mister." he puts discreet emphasis on the 'allowed', testing the waters to see if Peter would pick up on it, to see if he would be the sort to be into that type of dynamic. he has a hunch, but like any good scientist he needs evidence.

"The tighter the better, but don't let Johnny know that I said that, I would not hear the end of it." he chuckles, "For that matter, you might not want to let him see you wearing this suit. He'd make all sorts of crude commentary about it, I'm sure." and if he laid eyes on the other one, oh, Reed would be pressured by his step-brother to dress so many more superheroes like this. not that he would necessarily mind, but he's more interested in seeing Peter like this than anyone else.

"Not what I had in mind, but sure." Reed hums, a light shake of his head in response to Peter's joke, while Peter rambles some more, his finger continues teasing the boy's tight hole, caressing and stroking in circular motion. "I'm glad you have." he tells him, leaning closer and pushing further with his finger, it slightly breaches through the tight muscle and starts to push inside. "Quite often, Peter." Reed says and leans forward, his other hand reaching to cup the boy's chin. "You know, we could do more than just talk about the fantasies we have about each other."