❰𝟰.𝟰.𝟮❱➣ 𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐒 {𝕙•𝕓}❘ [𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖆𝖙𝖘𝖛 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗]

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WARNING: NSFW, A BIT OF SPICE (??), MENTION OF LIP PIERCING
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"𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆?"

His voice sliced through the dim apartment before you even managed to take your jacket off. It was low, and rough, like he had been holding it back the entire way here.

Venom slithered off your shoulders without a word, retreating into the shadows like a living threat just barely kept at bay. The room felt colder without him clinging to your skin.

Hobie stood by the door, arms crossed tight over his chest. He didn't move.

"How long?" he asked again, quieter now, but there was more weight behind it.

You finally met his eyes. "Three months."

His jaw ticked. "Three months... since things got rough in our—" He stopped himself, like the word burned too much to say.

"And the thought of mentionin' this never crossed ya' mind?"

You shrugged, more defensive than you meant to be. "I didn't think there was anything to mention. You weren't around much."

He scoffed. "Right."

The silence that followed was thick and strange. Familiar, but wrong now. You both used to fill spaces like this with music, bickering, or the kind of silence that was comfortable. This one? Not so much.

You crossed the room and leaned against the counter, arms folded. He stayed where he was, but you could tell he wasn't looking at anything in particular. Just... not at you.

Time stretched.

Then, finally, he exhaled a laugh that didn't quite reach his eyes, "Well, I'm here," he said, mouth pulling into a crooked grin, "Might as well gimme that lip piercing that I wanted, eh?"

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Leaning back on the couch, Hobie had you straddling his lap, your legs on either side of him. He said he needed something to ground himself while you pierced his lip—and insisted you sit on his lap. He rested his hands on your hips, holding onto you as you parted his lips with your thumb to pierce them. Hobie specified he wanted to pierce the lower one.

But every time you got close to getting it done, he interrupted you. He thoroughly enjoyed it, adoring the frown on your lips when you got frustrated.

And eventually, you sighed in resignation, "If you trust me enough to give you a piercing, why are you making this so difficult?"

"'Cause you're distracting me, love," Hobie settled his ringed fingers on your hips, your shirt riding up lightly such that the cold metal of his ring came in contact with your skin. Goosebumps rose across your skin and you suppressed your shiver.

But Hobie noticed it nonetheless, the corner of his lips lifting in a grin, "Well, hurry up, then,"

Shaking your head, you shifted slightly, causing Hobie's grip to tighten. He could feel the heat of your pussy through his jeans, the thin material of your flimsy shorts not helping the least.

Finally, you accomplished piercing the side of his lips and Hobie closed his eyes and started to rub up and down your sides, as though to calm himself down, cursing under his breath.

With your thumb still resting on his lower lip, Hobie opened his eyes just as his lips closed around your thumb. His eyebrows relaxed in bliss as he sucked on your thumb, a low, deep, hum escaping his chest.

Your heart picked up its pace, "H-Hobie,"

He opened his mouth slightly to speak, "I need somethin' to soothe the burn," his eyes met yours, "And your finger's a lil... cold," he looked up at you through your lashes.

You tried to move, but he got hold of your wrist, "Patience, hon," he hummed against your finger.

"You know you're supposed to wash and clean your piercing with antibacterial liquid to avoid infection," you stated as a matter of fact.

Hobie pulled back from your finger, palms snaking around and resting on the small of your back, "My spider powers are supposed to heal me, so," he jerked his head in thought, "I reckon I'd dodge that,"

You shifted once again, trying to sit comfortably, unknowingly spurring Hobie further on.

Hobie gripped your waist to hold you in place, inhaling sharply, "You're such a tease, y'know ?"

"Well, tit for tat," you narrowed your gaze, deciding to rile him up a bit.

"Mhmm," he lowered his eyes to your lips, slowly leaning forward.

"Can't kiss me, Hobie," you said breathily, noticing that he was closing the distance between you both, "Not yet,"

"I'm willing to risk it," he spoke huskily, ghosting his lips over your jawline. One of his palms snaked up your back under your shirt. When he reached the strap of your bra, he fiddled with it, tracing its outline.

Your chest rose and fell with the passing second, breaths getting heavier as your eyes drooped with need.

Hobie pressed his puckered lips on your jaw, dragging it forward so that he reached the corner of your mouth. You whimpered at the cool feel of his lip piercing, curving your body into his. Your mind was buzzing with lust.

"So responsive," he trailed kisses from your cheek to the sweet spot under your ear, the hand under your shirt on your back slithered forward, outlining the underside of your breast with his thumb.

You were so close, your lips a breath away from his. Hobie leaned up, mouth parting as his eyes fluttered close.

The sudden ring of your phone shattered the oozing sexual tension in the room, jolting both you and Hobie back to reality.

You climbed off him, reached for the device, and answered it with a swipe, "Hello?"

Hobie slung an arm across his eyes, huffing out a breath he was holding. His pants began to strain and he winced slightly at the pain. He would have to take care of it once he reached back to his place.

"Yes, yes, This is her," you spoke into the phone, "Thank you. Appreciate it," you declined the call turning to him.

"Who was it?" Hobie questioned, finger reaching to nudge the ring that you had pierced on his lips.

"The Life Foundation," you answered, "Managed to cook up a story that I was an intern and I was interested in getting into one of their programs. That would be easier than the way I initially approached it," you referred to the way you got ambushed in the building.

"Alrighty," he nodded, "I'm, er, late for band practice," he took a glance at his watch, "I better get movin'. Call me in case anything shows up. Or if you just feel like it,"

You nodded at his words, finally processing the previous tension that had persisted in the room. You watched as Hobie opened the window of the living room.

 With one last look at you, he shot a web to the nearby building and swung away into the night city.

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