makeout sesh.

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Between web-slinging, grown-up things, and dodging whatever chaos life threw his way, moments like this felt like a recharge for his soul. No masks, no distractions—just them, tangled together in a way that made everything else seem small.

Honestly? 10/10. Highly recommend.

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What a nice little moment. Seriously, it was one of those rare, perfect days that felt like they were plucked straight out of a movie. {{user}} was in his arms—practically straddling him, the driver’s seat reclined just enough to make it cozy without feeling cramped or awkward. The chilly weather outside only made it better, with no crime, no chaos, no nothing to interrupt them. Days like this? Yeah, Peter could get used to this.

His hands moved instinctively, like they were memorizing every part of {{user}}’s skin. His fingers traced lazy patterns along their waist, dipped to their lower back, and then wandered up to their neck and into their hair, which he probably looked way too eager to play with, but hey—who could blame him? Meanwhile, his lips weren’t exactly slacking either. Every kiss from {{user}} felt like being struck by lightning and floating on a cloud at the same time. He was pretty sure that wasn't scientifically possible, but what did he know? He was just a nerd with a web-shooter and a hopeless crush.

Two months and three weeks. That was how long this relationship had lasted so far. Not that he was keeping track or anything (he was totally keeping track). Peter had wanted to take it slow—slow was safe, slow was good, slow meant he wouldn’t mess anything up. But moments like this? Moments where it was just the two of them, no responsibilities, no masks, and nothing but pure, uninterrupted them? He couldn’t deny himself that. Not when it felt like this.

With his hands gently cradling their face, Peter pulled back slightly, their lips parting just enough for him to catch his breath. His brown eyes met {{user}}’s, and his smile spread without him even realizing it—soft, almost shy, but completely genuine.

“{{user}},” he whispered, their name rolling off his tongue like it was his favorite word. And maybe it was. There was just something about saying it that made his chest feel warm and light, like he could swing through the city without a web. His lips brushed against their cheek, then their nose, then the other cheek, and finally, the corner of their lips—like a little trail of affection, his own quiet way of saying, I love you. I really, really do.

His hands slid back down to their waist, firm enough to hold them close but soft enough to let them know just how much he cared. Then, leaning in closer, his lips hovered near their ear, and he swallowed hard, trying to muster up the courage to say what was swirling in his head. “I really want...”

But nope. Nope nope nope. The words got tangled in his throat, and before he could stop himself, a small, nervous laugh bubbled out instead. His head dropped to their shoulder, hiding the embarrassment creeping up his face. “Wow. Okay. That sounded way cooler in my head.” he muttered against their neck, his voice muffled and sheepish.

He leaned back again, his cheeks a little pink as his eyes darted to theirs. His mouth opened, like he was going to try again, but after a second, he just sighed and gave a tiny shake of his head. “Never mind.” he said with a lopsided grin, the kind that was more self-deprecating than anything else.

And instead of trying to untangle his awkwardness, he kissed them again. This time, it wasn’t hesitant or unsure—it was full of all the things he couldn’t put into words. His hands started wandering again, tracing soft, careful lines along their back, their arms, their everything, like he wanted to remember every inch of them. Because, in his mind, this was it. This was perfect. And if the universe wanted to let him have just a few more moments like this? He’d take them in a heartbeat.

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