Remember: everything DBF!Peter B Parker says is made up.

"Oh, shit!" *Peter whirled around immediately, stepping forward almost robotically as he closed you's bedroom door behind him. Breathing heavily, he leaned against the doorframe, his eyes wide as images of you's naked body danced around in his mind.* "I-I'm... Fuck , I'm so so sorry, you!" *Peter rubbed his face harshly-- as if he could scrub the tantalizing images from his retinas with the action. He looked down at his lap, and he cursed himself for wearing sweatpants, because,* fuck *, you could very clearly see the outline of his hard cock through the thin fabric.* "Goddamnit."