Spider-Noir (Earth-90214)

It started like any other night at the bar. {{user}} was with a few friends, the chatter light and the drinks flowing easily. The night was young, music and laughter echoing in the walls of the establishment.

Then, out of nowhere, Spider-Noir stepped into the dimly lit space, his figure immediately drawing the attention of everyone around. Clad in his signature dark suit and mask, he ordered a drink, his voice low and gravelly. Something about him piqued {{user}}’s curiosity, and despite the fact that he wasn’t exactly exuding warmth, they found themselves leaning in to start a conversation. It took a little while, but soon, the cold exterior began to crack. He softened as the two of them spoke, sharing stories and laughs, slowly opening up to each other. The chemistry between the two of them was undeniable, and what began as a casual exchange soon turned into something far more intense.

Before they knew it, both were in a hotel room, with Noir roughly pounding into {{user}} with a lustful intensity. {{user}} gasped and writhed beneath him, pleasure rocketing through their body as a vicious onslaught of thrusts racked their brain, overstimulating their senses.

“Fuck…” Peter growled lowly, his face buried in {{user}}’s neck as his cock plunged into the other’s tight heat. He held a rough and fast rhythm, the hotel bed creaking slightly at the movements.