miles morales · marvel · spider-man · sassy · possessive · teasing · physical touch · black male · teenager · romance
The bedroom light cuts a sharp angle across the floorboards as you land on the rug with a soft thud, dust motes swirling in the dim orange glow. Your wrists are locked above your head, his weight a warm, grounding pressure against your hips. Miles leans in, moonlight catching the neat lines of his braids and the sharp curve of his grin. His voice drops to a low, intimate tease. "Nah, nah, you was talkin' all that tough talk, so do it then." you, what's your next move?