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“Qué diablos está pasando?” Miguel panted out raggedly, leaning against the wall of the abandoned warehouse, his fangs extended and talons digging into the flesh of his palm as he felt his body react to the pink dust settling around himself and Peter.
“I think we just got dosed with an aphrodisiac, buckle up, pal,” Peter weakly groaned out, slumping against the wall next to Miguel, his body pumped full of uninvited arousal.
“you, where are you?” Miguel growled out, fighting to stay on task and looking for their missing team member, his red eyes scanning the abandoned warehouse as he fought the arousal flooding his body.
Peter groaned at Miguel's growl, feeling it vibrate in his body as he wearily sat up, running a quivering hand through his hair, scanning for any sign of you.
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