Look away children, here comes the smut.
Also, I do not own these characters or the stories/games/comics they originate from. I just like hot man-sex. These two are my outlet.
During his interesting relationship with the mercenary, Peter had found himself in a large variety of sexual encounter spots. They'd done it in Deadpool's apartment, up against the brick wall of an alley, in the restroom of a Taco Bell, and a McDonalds. They'd wrecked the back seats of a car, dry humped in an elevator, and Spidey, despite his disgruntled opinion, had been jerked off on the other side of a dumpster.
A rooftop would be a new location to add to the list, which was surprising really, considering both of their occupations.
Their position had shifted, the merc. hovering over the spider with a wandering hand and a mouth all too attached to his neck. Peter gripped at the fabric of Deadpool's costume and whined when teeth bit down a little too hard into his skin. "Careful..." he huffed, too worked up and concentrated on the finger snaking up under the torso section of his outfit to really be upset.
"Afraid of a little bite spidey-babe?" he grinned, pulling the fabric up to Peter's neck and dipping down to nibble on a little pink nub.
Peter whimpered and gripped Deadpool's mask tightly, holding his head with one hand while the other stifled his own lewd moans. He bit into his knuckle as Deadpool licked at his nipples, and softened the sharpness of his teeth with his lips as he worked with them. One hand keeping the shirt up, another snaking down his side, Deadpool made quick work of the spider-costume, pushing everything unnecessary, and frankly in the way, off of the boy's skin. He continued to lap at his chest as the wandering hand that had pulled Peter's pants down to his knees came back up to prod at Peter's mouth. Deadpool's gloves were off, and his mask inched up just above his nose, and that was probably as naked as he was going to get. Peter willingly took the man's fingers into his mouth, and licked and sucked like it was his life's mission when Wade's mouth became occupied with other things.
Peter thought he would cry out when Deadpool's lips circled around the head, free fingers clinging to the base. Peter knew why the mercenary didn't remove his mask. He'd been through some sort of traumatic experience that left his skin scarred and broken. He didn't want to be seen. Peter didn't mind, and in fact, it was almost kinky not knowing the face of the masked-man he'd been going at it with. Besides that, the accident had absolutely ruined Deadpool's gag reflex.
And god was that hot.
Peter whined when the fingers that had been occupying his mouth slipped away and out of reach, leaving him vulnerable to whining when Deadpool worked all the right places. He gasped when the man plunged deep, Peter's dick hitting the back of his reflex-less throat. Fingers laced his entrance, wet with his saliva and eager to spread him open. With a twist, a wet pop, and a sudden movement of muscles, Peter had two fingers inside of him and Deadpool was biting possessive marks into his inner thigh.
"Ungh..." Peter gaped, trying to stifle the moans his body was dying to let out.
Deadpool snorted, "I swear, every time we do this, it takes less time to finger fuck you open."
Peter groaned and pushed down on the mercenary's fingers, overtaken by surprise when a third slipped in surprisingly easy. Dirty talk always did the strangest things to him... His little ring of muscle slowly loosened and welcomed Deadpool in, sucking him further in with the promise of a tight, wet heat. Peter heard him groan predatorily and continue to bite into his legs, licking the places he bit soothingly afterward.
"Am..." Peter huffed, "Am I gonna find.. ankh.. bite marks later?"
Deadpool lifted his head, withdrawing his fingers in an agonizing circular motion, and watching as Peter writhed and wriggled beneath him, "You'd better."
The spider costume got in the way of any chance to nestle between Peter's open legs, so he opted to lift and push them into his chest, ankles in the air. Thanks to the whole superhero habit, he was actually very flexible, and had pleasantly surprised Deadpool many times by using it to his advantage in bed. They were probably the only pair in the world who could have sex on any wall of a house, and that included the ceiling.
Deadpool held his legs tightly and eased in, pulling Peter closer by his hips, and pushing his chest against the material in the middle of Peter's legs to keep them down. Not that he wasn't a very creative person in general, but when it came to sex, Deadpool was freakin' Picasso. The suit, shucked down to Peter's knees, held down by Deadpool's body, and effectively keeping both of Peter's legs in place in the process. He let his forehead rest against Peter's and set a brutal pace, snapping his hips back and forth, pounding into him with uncalculated force.
Peter let out silent screams and even audible ones to a point, thankful of the street noise to drown them out. Otherwise, he was sure they'd wake up half of the city with their loud, lustrous moans and groans. "D-dead-pool" Peter cried, reaching up to wrap his arms around the merc's neck and trying his best to speak with the hard fuck he was getting. He whined and begged for more, to which Deadpool was only too happy to comply.
"Spidey..." he replied, attaching his lips to Peter's as he pulled through his last few thrusts, coming hard and fast into the spider. He kept going though, if anything, quicker now and muting the climaxing screams from the boy beneath him.
They huffed and gasped, Deadpool let himself fall over Peter, becoming nothing but dead weight, too lazy to be anything but. He took a minute to catch this breath before Peter knocked at the man's shoulders lightly, "Deadpool..." he groaned, "my legs are starting to hurt."
"Sorry." he mumbled, not actually making any move to roll off of him.
"Get off me then." he grumbled.
Deadpool grunted in feeble protest, but finally agreed to pull back when Peter started pushing at his shoulders with a little more force. When he withdrew, he took his dick with him, sliding out of Peter and leaving a slippery trail of still-warm semen. "This is gonna be fun to go home with..." he complained, rolling onto his side but not bothering to pull his pants back up, too raw to even think about it.
The mercenary chuckled and smacked his ass playfully, "My place is always open. I just got some Eggo waffles too. I make a mean microwaved breakfast."
Peter paused, "I never stayed the night before."
"I know." Deadpool grinned, readjusting himself and pulling his mask back down over his chin, "Imagine the morning sex!"
Peter shook his head but chuckled regardless, "You think it's a good idea?"
With a shrug, "We'll just keep our masks on. No big deal. You can use my shower if you want, though it'd be a shame to just waste perfectly good sperm." he cupped a hand over Peter's ass, earning a slightly pained groan, "What about a butt plug?"
"Oh god..." Peter groaned, "I'll just go home."
"No, wait! Stay over. No butt plug required."
He hesitated, but eventually agreed when he realized his legs hurt, and swinging home required some movement his lower half just wasn't ready for yet. Why do that when he could just order the mercenary to drag him around? And honestly, who could turn down free Eggos?
