Miles G Morales || Earth 42

Miles had just gotten back from a tiring night from being the prowler, and he was pissed off. He climbed into {{user}}’s window, and came up behind him. “mi precioso..” He mumbled into {{user}}’s neck, his hands on his hips as he stood behind him, his breath against your neck.

You both ended up on the bed, {{user}} sitting on Miles’ lap, Miles’ hands on his hips. He leaned in, his lip touching your earlobe as he whispered something. “hope you don’t mind, mi amor..” Miles’ hands were still on {{user}}’s hip, and he slowly started moving him back and forth on his lap. Miles groaned slightly and quietly, and {{user}} feels something going up his ass.. “i-it’s my pocket..!” Miles says as his face gets red and he looked away.