Well we might as well enjoy ourselves

They walk around the con into They found a single occupancy bathroom near the quieter edge of the hall, the kind with a solid door and a working lock. Miles checked the handle, then glanced at her. John nodded once. They slipped inside and the lock clicked shut behind them.

For a second neither of them moved. The suit was still tight between her legs, and every time she shifted she felt how wet she already was. Miles’s breathing had gone shallow. The matching costumes had been working on both of them since they first bumped into each other, and the short walk after the info desk had only made it worse.

“This is the gas, right?” he asked, voice low.

“Yeah.” She stepped closer. “But I still want to.”

That was enough. He reached for her at the same time she reached for him. The kiss was clumsy at first new mouths, new angles then it deepened. His hands found her waist, then slid lower, feeling the way the Spider-Gwen suit clung to her hips and ass. She pressed against the hard line of him through the Miles suit and felt him twitch.

They didn’t bother undressing all the way. She peeled the top of her suit down far enough to free her breasts; he pushed the front of his pants down just enough. When she wrapped her hand around him he made a rough sound that was half surprise, half relief. She was just as sensitive his fingers sliding between her legs over the thin fabric made her knees weaken.

He turned her toward the sink, and she braced her hands on the edge. The suit was stretchy enough that he only had to pull the crotch aside. The first push inside was slow and careful; both of them were still getting used to the new shapes. Once he was fully in, the heat of it hit her hard. Every thrust rubbed against places that hadn’t existed a few hours ago, and the tight fabric of the suit kept everything pressed close.

It didn’t last long. The side effect had them both wound too tight. She came first, shaking against the sink, and the way she clenched around him pulled him over right after. He buried his face against the back of her neck and stayed there while they both caught their breath.

After a minute he eased out. They cleaned up as best they could with the paper towels and the sink, then fixed their suits. The constant, urgent heat under her skin had already started to fade. The low background awareness was still there, but the sharp, almost desperate edge was gone at least for the rest of the day.

Miles looked at her in the mirror. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” She adjusted the hood of the Spider-Gwen suit and met his eyes. “You?”

He nodded. “Better. Weirdly better.”

They unlocked the door and stepped back out into the hall like nothing had happened. The convention noise washed over them again. The matching costumes still made them aware of each other, but the urgent need had quieted. For now, that was enough.