QUENTIN BECK
Present traveling to the past

"So.... you're telling me that Mr Stark is your dad?" Peter gaped at me with those wide chocolate brown eyes of his. We were sitting on our bed across from each other as I told him everything.

"Unfortunately." I muttered under my breath. I was losing myself in my thoughts for a few moments until I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"It's okay to be sad." Peter whispered and scooted closer to me.

My legs were dangling off the edge of the bed while he crawled over to me on his hands and knees, "You went through a lot, anyone would be upset."

I smiled at him and took his hand in mine, kissing the back of it lightly, "It's funny when people expect me to be sad over it or cry or something. Everyone thinks I'm lying or suppressing my 'inner feelings' when honestly I'm not bothered by it anymore." I squeezed his hand, "I spent the majority of my childhood being hopeless and depressed. After some time passed of everything being so shitty I just became immune to it. Is the situation sad? Hell yeah. But am I? No, not anymore."

Peter wiggled himself onto my lap so that our chests were almost pressed together while he ran his fingers through my hair. My hands instinctually rested on his hips and grinned down at him.

Too cute.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that." He mumbled with a gloomy expression, "You don't deserve that."

I broke the small gap between us and pressed our lips together, slipping my tongue into his mouth when he let out a gasp in surprise.

His arms twisted around my neck while I kissed down his jaw, head thrown back in ecstasy, "Are you sensitive here?" I whispered huskily, sucking on the skin at the edge of his jawline.

"N-No." He lied and whimpered when I tugged on the flesh with my teeth lightly. He subconsciously pulled me closer and I felt a smirk rising within me, "Wasn't this supposed to be a sentimental moment?" He panted and pulled away slightly.

My hands had a mind of their own and reached down to get a fistful of his bottom and he let out a low moan while I massaged the skin, "I've never been one to dwell on sentiments." I muttered into his ear darkly and felt pride swell up in my chest when he shivered in response.

PETER PARKER
Present traveling to the past

Quentin tugged at my shirt and pulled the fabric over my head in a hurry while I held onto his shoulders for dear life, "I-Is today the day you told me to save it for?" My breath hitched in my throat when he pulled his own shirt over his head, revealing his tight abs and muscular arms.

Please let today be the day.

I felt my jeans tighten when he dipped his tongue over my sweet spot and let out an embarrassing moan, "Do you want it to be?" He rasped, pausing to look me in the eyes.

I nodded furiously and my fingers grasped his belt loops to signal that I wanted them off, "I want you to be sure, we can wait if you aren't ready." He assured me and I grumbled against his lips.
"I-I want to." I stuttered, utterly mortified at the words I never thought I'd say, "And I'm sure, Quin."

He looked at me fondly and pressed a soft kiss against my lips, "Tell me if you change your mind and I'll stop." He promised before flipping our position, leaving my back against the sheets with his lips back on my sensitive neck.

I shivered and mumbled, "N-Not there." He nibbled on my earlobe, licking over the shell before blowing hot air over it. It was a dangerous spot. A spot that got me riled up too much too quickly and I wanted to enjoy this... not to mention he was right when he called me a "huge virgin" just a few days prior.

"Why?" His voice rumbled, "It seems like you quite like it." He chuckled lowly and I felt heat rising to my cheeks when he motioned toward the bulge in my jeans, "Is someone embarrassed?" He teased and slid his hand down my chest, inching closer to the place where I wanted him most.

I grabbed his hand in panic, "Y-You go first." I demanded and pointed at his jeans that he had yet to take off.

He laughed and muttered something about me being innocent before shaking off the material. My eyes were as wide as saucers when I saw his own bulge straining against his boxers. My gaze traveled from his barely concealed member down to my bottom as I held in my breath nervously.

He let out a snicker and pulled me up so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed with me standing between his parted legs, "Your turn."

He spoke menacingly into my ear, fingers unbuttoning my jeans and pulling down the zipper. On one hand, I could feel my erection begging to get out of my pants and have Quentin pound into me until I saw stars. And on the other, I was too embarrassed to make any first moves and tell him what I liked and didn't like.

"What is it?" He asked in concern and I felt his member that was once poking my thigh go down a little as he fussed over me, "We can go back to sleep if you changed your mind." He offered, "I don't mind waiting." My heart thudded against my chest in anticipation and I smiled at how considerate he was.

I knew he couldn't wait and that he was just saying it for my own sake... but I couldn't wait either.

He nodded when I ceased to answer and reached over for his shirt but I quickly held onto his arm and he looked at me questioningly, "I want to." I averted my eyes shyly, "I just don't know what I'm doing." I admitted and fidgeted with my hands.

"I can teach you." He exhaled with a fond grin on his ridiculously handsome face, "Just tell me what you like and don't like."

"But that's embarrassing." I whined and buried my face into his neck while his arms snaked around my waist.

"Let me make you feel good, baby." He whispered into my ear, hot breath fanning down my neck and my member throbbed in my jeans. I nodded vigorously and waited for him to make the next move.

He slowly slid my jeans down while I hid my face in his neck the entire time, too scared and inexperienced to know what to do.

"Jesus, Peter," He grunted and I felt his strong hands squeeze my behind, "You make it so hard to control myself."

I choked down my pride and hesitantly trailed my hand down his chest, "I don't want you to control yourself."

A growl rippled from him and he manhandled me so that I was laying flat on the sheets, the cool fabric rubbing against my back. I used my elbows to prop myself up and get a better view of what he was trying to do.

"Can I?" Quentin asked and his fingers slipped under the waistband of my underwear. I agreed slowly but refused to look at him. When he finally pulled them down I could feel my hardness poke up into the air in excitement while my face burned and I wanted to curl up into a ball and die out of embarrassment. But he didn't seem to care.

He spread my legs and I felt his warm breath against my thigh and I shuddered when he nibbled on the flesh and teased me, "Y-You don't have to..." I paused, not wanting to say it out loud.

"I want to." He reassured me and I gasped when his big hand squeezed the base of my member. I clenched my jaw when his hot mouth encased my tip while digging my fingernails into the bedsheets.

"Oh my god." I moaned when he reached the base just to come back up and do it all over again, "Nghh, Quentin." I threw my head back and attempted to swallow down the embarrassing sounds that wanted to escape my mouth. He pulled off, much to my disappointment, and brushed away my hand that was covering my mouth.

"I want to hear you." He growled and I whimpered against his lips when they crashed into mine.

My tongue clashed with his and I immediately gave into his dominance. He moved back to his position between my legs and I closed my eyes, readying myself for his touch but I squealed in surprise when he raised my legs in the air and spread them even more.

"Quentin!" I reprimanded him, blushing at the vulnerable position, "Don't you da-"

He interrupted with his hands spreading my cheeks and delving his tongue into my hole, "Quin!" I half shrieked and half moaned. I could almost feel him smirk against me and I begged myself not to look down.

His warm tongue prodded against my hole and I could feel the scruff of his stubble brush against my skin as I whined, not being able to stop myself from slightly pushing back into his touch. He was intoxicating. I felt a finger circle my hole and I sucked in a breath of air harshly and waited for him to push it in.

My toes curled and I stopped breathing in discomfort for the first few moments. It didn't hurt as much as it was uncomfortable. He dug deeper inside of me and delved in a second digit after widening my hole with the first one. His tongue collided with his fingers pumping in and out as he used his opposite hand to stroke my throbbing erection.

"Oh!" I moaned loudly when he hit my prostrate, "Jesus christ, don't stop."

I hissed and his mouth pulled away and used his fingers to increase the pace. My head was thrown back as loud moans slipped past my lips that I couldn't control. I looked down to see him staring at me with hungry eyes that spurred me on even more.

"Still want me to stop?" He joked, teasing me as he decreased his pace.

"No, please keep going!" I begged and pushed against his fingers in a desperate attempt to get him to touch my sweet spot again.

"Are you sure you deserve it?" He grumbled with a gravely undertone in his voice, "I'm not sure if you've been good enough."

"I'll be good, Quin, please." I sobbed, desperately needing the release I craved. My eyes rolled to the back of my head when he gave in, saying something about not being able to resist me when I made "that face". This time, rather than pumping his fingers, he used them to brush that spot relentlessly.

"Ah!" I shrieked, yanking away from the pleasure that felt too good, "S-Stop, too much." I cried even though I didn't want him to stop in the least and he knew that.

"I thought you wanted me to keep going?" He held my hips still and pushed harder into that spot and hot tears poured out of my eyes. I squeezed onto his shoulders and my hips twisted up and down, trying to decide whether I wanted more or less but his strong hold held me into place, "Isn't this what you wanted?" He asked innocently.

No words could form or exit my mouth and I felt my high approaching and I jolted from side to side, "Oh! I-I'm gonna," I sobbed, "Ngh! I'm going to-" His other hand squeezed the base of my member so that I couldn't reach my high and I wailed out.

"Not yet baby." He cooed into my ear and pulled both of his hands away from me. I covered my face when he turned around to get lube and a condom from the beside drawer. I didn't even bother asking where and when he had gotten the products.

"I can't believe that just happened." I whispered and could feel my blush flowing down my neck and resting in my pounding ears. He snickered and removed my hands, connecting our lips and pulling away way too quickly.

"You're so pretty." He sighed under his breath and gazed down at my naked body. My eyes widened and I quickly tried to cover my erection but he ushered my hands away, "I want to see you," He nipped my earlobe, "Hear you," He continued and used his thumb to part my lips, "And feel you." His eyes darkened when they locked with mine and all I could feel was longing for his body against mine.

He finally pulled his boxers down and my jaw dropped at the sight in awe and nervousness.

He's at least twice my size!

The edge of his lips pulled up in a smirk when he saw my scared face. His large member was jutting proudly into the air and he didn't look embarrassed about it at all. Not even a little bit!

He chuckled, not verbally acknowledging my reaction and shook his head when I was too shy to respond, turning away to open a condom, "Wait," I stuttered to gain his attention, "I'm clean." I mumbled shyly.

He laughed in response, "Are you asking me not to use one?" I turned my head away and nodded to avoid the smug look on his face, "I didn't know you were so naughty." He taunted and I scowled.

I want to feel you.

"You're the one that has to wear it!" I blushed and he walked closer to me, "Go ahead and wear it if you want!"

He tutted and kissed the tip of my nose, "I'm clean too."

I fumbled with my hands in excitement when he tossed the condom to the side and the bottle of lube clicked open. He went to pour some into his hand but I intervened.

"Let me." I spoke in a soft voice and lathered up the substance in my hands. He hissed when my fumbling hands grasped his hardness and tried to imitate the way he had handled me. My thumb brushed over the tip and he let out a groan of pleasure while I lathered him up.

"I want you so badly." He husked and we stared at each other with lust pooling in the pits of our stomachs.

"I-I want you t-too." I cursed myself for stuttering but he only smiled. He pulled me to the edge of the bed while he hovered over me.

My hands ran down his chest and admired the muscles while he positioned himself at my entrance.

"It'll hurt a little bit at first." He warned me and brushed away the hair sticking to my damp forehead.

"I know... just go slow at first." I tried to push my anxious nerves down my throat and brought his lips to mine.

"I'll try." He husked between kisses and I felt the tip prodding at my entrance, "I can barely control myself when you make those pretty little noises though."

He grunted when I squeaked at the unfamiliar intrusion. Normally I'd shy away from his words but all I could focus on was our bodies connecting. My legs were spread widely in the air and he parted my cheeks in order to fit himself into me.

The discomfort was worse than the pain, but both combined couldn't even compare to canceling out the excitement I was feeling to be so close to someone I love.

"How are you feeling?" Quentin panted when he was halfway in. I knew he was craving to be rough and have his way with me but was holding off until I gave him the okay. He was so considerate and sweet.

"I'm alright. It just feels weird." I winced when he pushed in a little deeper.

"I'm sorry." He littered kisses across my neck and used a hand to pump my erection, "I'm almost all the way in." He promised.

Once his hips were flushed against the back of my thighs I sighed out in relief and scratched my fingernails down his back, "What about now?" He rasped into my ear and I felt a lick of pleasure run up my spine.

"I-It's good." I whimpered in response and shuddered when I felt him suck a hickey onto my neck.
His pace increased and I could feel my excitement grow, reveling in the look of pleasure on Quentin's face. His teeth were biting down on his bottom lip to keep himself quiet, with eyes squeezed shut in pleasure that would open every time I made a noise, just to enjoy me in such an exposed position.

"So beautiful." He complimented while panting and brushed his hand over one of my nipples, causing me to whine, "You make such pretty sounds, kitten." He growled into my ear. I let out a wail and pushed back onto his cock when he found my sweet spot and I felt tears prick at my eyes again.

"Quentin," I cried repeatedly as he increased his pace, "Oh, please!" I called even though I wasn't necessarily sure what I was asking for. All I knew was that I wanted more. More of him.

"You feel so fucking good." He groaned and refused to tear his eyes away from me, "You're doing so good baby." He encouraged when I fell apart beneath him. Sweat was trickling down my forehead, lips parted in ecstasy with my eyes squeezed shut so tightly it almost hurt.

"Watch." He demanded and I hesitantly opened my eyes, "I want you to remember how good I'm making you feel." He growled and his hips started to thrust at an unbelievably fast pace.

And he was right. I felt so good.
I felt so full that it was almost overwhelming and with each thrust my entire body would bounce from the harsh impact. My cock throbbed much with the need to cum.

He pulled out of me and I went to protest before my face was slammed into the bedsheets and my bottom was sticking up into the air. But I didn't have the time to be embarrassed before his entire erection was pushed back into me and immediately hit my prostate.

"Nghh!" I moaned, "A-ah!"

Words weren't even capable of processing through my brain anymore as he pounded into my tight hole. The room was full of the sound of his skin slapping against mine with my high pitched moans echoing from each wall in a daze.

"Fuck, I love you." He grunted, leaning over to grab a fistful of my hair as he tugged on it to expose my neck.

He sucked another bruise into the skin. "You're all mine. No one else's," he demanded while I couldn't help but writhe helplessly under his embrace.

"A-All y-y-yours!" I cried when he left a particularly hard blow against my spot.

He used my hair to turn my head around, enveloping me into a kiss full of white, hot need.

"Are you close?" He husked and I felt his hips snap against mine even more forcefully.

"Y-yes," I wept while he pushed me face first onto the bed so that he had easier access.

"Do you want to cum?" he taunted and my member received friction with every one of his thrusts.

"Yes!" I hissed, crying out helplessly when he shoved my arms over my head and drilled into my hole at a relentless pace.

"Tell me how much you want it." Quentin taunted and slowed down his pace. He snapped his hips against mine forcefully and paused after each harsh blow. With each one I let out wail after wail with an unwavering need for release.

"Please, please, please!" I bawled, "I n-need to- Quin!" I shouted when he flipped us around to the original position with him between my legs while I stared up at him with wide eyes.

Our lips were locked, with chests pressing together while I weeped with each blow to my sweet spot.

"I want to see you cry." He growled sadistically and wiped away my tears full of pleasure before attacking my body with his own.

"Quin!" I panted his name out when I felt a familiar feeling rising in the pit of my stomach, "I-I need to cum!"

He grunted in agreement and I moved my hand down to grip my member but he shoved it away, replacing it with his own. Screams echoed from my lips as he sucked the sensitive spot underneath my ear, pounded against my sweet spot and pumped my member up and down.

"Fucking hell, baby." He moaned lowly and bit his lip so hard that he broke the flesh, "Cum."

More hot tears rolled down my face when I felt his cum cover my walls, sending me over the edge as my own pleasure spilled over my cock. My mouth opened in a scream full of so much pleasure that it was silent. He had a lot more liquid come out than me and I squirmed at the sensitive feeling I got after my high, wincing when he pulled out. I felt his seed dripping out of my hole and he groaned at the sight.

I glanced up at him sheepishly with hooded eyes and made grabby hands to show that I wanted him to cuddle with me.

"We should clean up first." He chuckled but I protested.

"Too tired, sleep now." I mumbled and he didn't object any more.

The lights flickered off and I collapsed against Quentin's chest and smiled into the crook of his neck, "You were so good." He praised, pulling me closer to him and nudging my head under his chin.

"I love you so much." I whispered, not even having the energy to be embarrassed about my words or naked bodies pressed together.
"I love you more, Peter." He kissed my forehead delicately and intertwined our legs.
And so we fell asleep. Arms wrapped around each other with love in our hearts.