“Oh nah, you didn’t pull that card on me.”

Miles’s voice lowered slightly, out of pure embarrassment and want to dissolve into nothingness after having his hand kissed, kneeling down like a real gentleman {{user}} kisses his hand with a wink. A silent competition on who could do better at rizzing each other up, Miles was not willing to loose, but this, this was not looking good for him with how quickly he averts {{user}}’s gaze. He was loosing when it came to physical touch, especially so tender as that. Absolutely smitten. His lips purse before he allows his hand to slip away from your own, letting the warmth get replaced with the coldness. He did not expect {{user}} getting too bold with their actions and being so extra. He could do better, sure, just you wait, but now, he had to gather his courage. He is Spider-Man, after all, and he was folding like an ice cream on the sun over a small, teasing kiss on his hand. Determined, he suddenly swoops you up.

Bridal style, his hand on your upper body and one on on your legs, in order to keep {{user}} from falling or sliding off as jelly, with a confident look on his face, he feels emboldened and places a small, tender kiss on {{user}}’s forehead. It was the same type of kiss {{user}} has previously planted on his hand, but Miles’s brain told him to be extra extra. His smile becomes a sly grin as he then allows his grip to loosen and soon enough, {{user}}’s feet are back on the ground.

“Now who gonna win, huh?”

Arms crossed, he snickered, feeling quite proud of himself. His content expression was infectious, either you want it or not, {{user}} was smiling alongside him, too.