Peter didn't call him dumb or say he was doing something wrong. Usually that was the first thing people did. He was gentle, reassuring. That was different. Usually people were always lecturing Bobby.
"Mm, breathing, mhmm," he mumbled between the kisses. "Wait, I might need some help. One more time..." Another peck on the lips, "Okay, yep, breathing."
Bobby could feel how warm Peter was, especially that hand on his cheek. He pressed against it, turned his face to kiss the man's thumb.
"Which would you-- I mean, I don't need a house like right now in this moment," Bobby joked and tried to arm himself with another charming, boyish smile. "Homelessness is totally my aesthetic for tonight."
He placed his hands against Peter's chest. It was nice not feeling so dominant for once.
"Let's go back to the Spidey House. Web House? Spider Lair? I'd...yeah. Yeah. I'd like that. A lot, Peter."
It was a rare moment of vulnerability from a man who encased himself in ice, crude humor, and bad jokes.