Kitty bit her bottom lip when she felt his lips connect with the skin of her neck, running her hands ever so slightly up his shirt to dig her nails into his sides when his fingers started exploring the crevices of her jeans more thoroughly. Peter hissed in slight pain.

"Watch your hands," she reminded him. His only response was a meek whimper.

"This was your idea," he murmured sheepishly, and she rolled her eyes. "If May finds out we ditched lit-"

"Don't worry about it," she told him, something hot rising in the pit of her stomach. A quick tug on the roots of his hair and his worries were swept away like feathers in the wind.

Kitty's hands dug into his hair, tearing him away from her neck long enough to smother his lips with her own. Her tongue slid into his mouth and phased through his own in between quick jabs as they wrestled for dominance. When he inevitably pulled away for air, he stared down at her for only a second to take in how great she looked - sweet, pure, hazel eyes staring back, her hair sprawled all over the place under the specks of light breaking through the bleachers above them - before he immediately returned to her neck and pressed his lips down with force, starting to suck. Kitty groaned at first before eventually realizing he had no idea what he was doing and laughed when his sucks became more drawn out and desperate.

"You're really bad at this," she barely managed to get out between giggles.

A dry scowl stretched across his lips. "It's harder than it looks."

"It's really not."

"You wanna give it a try? Because it's not exactly-"

The tables were turned before he could finish, and Peter felt a wave of helplessness splash over him as Kitty gently sucked directly over the vein of his neck. His moment of paralysis allowed her to flip their positions with one quick roll, straddling his lap while he remained entirely powerless to retaliate.

"K-ngh-K-Kitty…"

His pleas were like music to her ears, and once she felt satisfied with the condition of her prey, Kitty tore her lips away with a pop, leaving a bright red blotch in her wake. "That wasn't so hard," she declared with an undeniable smugness in her voice. He rolled his eyes, tracing his fingers over the mark his brain was already desperately coming up with ways to hide from May.

"You suck," Peter whined. Kitty's eyes lit up with devilish amusement, a stark contrast to the innocent smile she put on to irritate him.

"I thought you wanted me to teach you."

"Okay, come here, jerk-"

He kissed her till his face went numb.