requested by itzBCJ2518 (Wattpad)

technically this is a continuation of the Spiderman and Iron Lad series BUT it's smut and doesn't really have anything to do with the plot line sooooooo

Yeah

It's smut

Be warned

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel.

3rd Person P.O.V.

"Bathroom?"

"Bathroom." Harley grabbed Peter's hand, leading him into the bathroom connected to his room. Technically they weren't breaking any rules, since the bedroom door was open. Harley smirked, pushing the brunette against the wall. Their lips were locked in a passionate kiss, Peter's soft moans driving the southern boy crazy.

Harley fumbled blindly with his pants, letting them drop at his ankles. Peter followed suit, kicking off his jeans and tossing them aside. Harley grabbed Peter's thigh, hiking it up. The smaller boy caught on, jumping up and wrapping his legs around the blond's midsection. Harley cupped Peter's ass, supporting his weight easily.

Their lips locked in another kiss, tongues wrestling. The smaller boy had his hands resting in Harley's hair, grabbing at his soft blond locks. Peter was set down on the edge of the bathtub, the southern boy rustling through a drawer. He produced a bottle of lube and a condom, turning back to the brunette with a smirk.

"Darlin', I'm about to rock your world." Harley set down his supplies on the counter, going back over to Peter and placing a hand on the band of his boxer shorts. "You want this, right?" (Consent is sexy consent is sexy consent is sexy)

"I want it, Harls, I want it!" Peter's eyes were dilated, and Harley could tell he had already driven the smaller boy crazy. He tugged at Peter's underwear, pulling it off and tossing it aside. The southern boy took a moment to admire Peter, his now exposed penis already hard and dripping with arousal. Harley could feel his own underwear grow tighter, and he took it off quickly. The brunette's eyes went wide at the sight of Harley's dick, a spark of anxiety brewing in his mind.

"Mmm, you like what you see, darlin'?" The blond hummed.

"Yeah, it's just... will it fit?" Peter asked nervously, eyes still fixated on Harley's dick. The taller boy chuckled, grinning.

"Don't worry sweetheart, it'll fit, we just gotta make sure you're ready first." Peter nodded slowly, feeling Harley pick him up and set him down over the southern boy's lap. Peter wrapped his arms around Harley's neck, hands resting in his hair.

"Harls...?" Harley cupped Peter's ass, pressing a light kiss to the smaller boy's chest.

"Yeah, darlin'?" He hummed, giving a light squeeze to Peter's cheeks.

"I don't..." Harley immediately stopped, focusing his gaze on the brunette's face. "I'm a little nervous," Peter admitted. Harley's gaze softened, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy.

"I can tell, darlin', but I promise you, it'll feel good." Peter bit his lip, eyes hyperfocused on Harley. "But if you don't want to, we can wait, it's no big deal." The brunette shook his head quickly.

"No, no, I want to," he insisted.

"Ok, then how about a safeword?" Peter nodded. "Alright... how about... tacos!" Harley exclaimed, both him and Peter laughing.

"It's perfect," the brunette grinned, kissing Harley roughly. The taller boy smirked into the kiss, kissing back harder. They pulled away, lips swollen. Harley pressed light kisses all up Peter's neck, nibbling at his ear.

"When I'm done with you, you won't be able to walk," he whispered, sending a aroused shiver down Peter's spine. Harley lifted him into position, gripping the smaller boy's thigh as he reached for the lube. Pouring some on his fingers, Harley questioned: "You ready, darlin'?" At Peter's affirmative nod, the blond pressed his index finger in slowly, giving the brunette some time to adjust before pushing in another finger. Harley put in a third finger, curling them inside Peter to search for the sweet spot.

"Mmph!" The smaller boy jolted, telling Harley he had found what he was looking for. With a mischievous smile, the southern boy attacked Peter's spot over and over again, making the brunette a moaning mess in Harley's lap. He stopped suddenly, pulling his fingers out of Peter. The smaller boy whined at the loss, giving Harley his infamous puppy dog eyes.

"You like it, darlin'?" Peter nodded, eyes burning with hunger. "Well, get ready for the real thing!" Harley grabbed the condom, rolling it on over his dick. He poured some of the lube on it, making it easier for Peter to handle. Harley repositioned the brunette, getting his ass in place. "You ready, darlin'?"

"I'm ready." The blond pressed his dick against Peter's entrance, slowly pushing it in. The smaller boy leaned his head back, resting it on Harley's shoulder. His breathing was labored, and his face was contorted with pain.

"Hey, hey, breathe," the southern boy reminded, stopping for a moment. He waited for Peter's breathing to get back to normal before continuing. He was almost all the way in, but the brunette was not taking it well.

"How much... more... is there?" Peter wondered, breathing heavily. Harley pressed a hand up against the smaller boy's stomach, supporting him.

"Just a little more darlin', you're doing so good," Harley murmured. A tiny smile passed over Peter's face. The taller boy pushed all the way in, feeling a slight bulge in the brunette's stomach. "There, I'm so proud of you baby," Harley praised.

"Ok, I'm ready," Peter confirmed, after a few moments of him catching his breath. Harley pulled out slowly, before slamming back in, feeling the smaller boy's knees go weak. The southern boy got into a steady rhythm, rocking in and out of Peter. The brunette let out a continuous stream of moans, his eyes closed with his head leaning against Harley's shoulder.

Harley picked up the pace, finding Peter's spot and slamming into it mercilessly. The smaller boy was screaming with pleasure, his legs shaking as he struggled to hold himself up. Peter let out a scream, releasing onto the wall. Harley kept going, completely wrecking Peter's asshole as the smaller boy slumped over, barely conscious. With a loud moan, Harley came, riding out the high for a moment before pulling out. He tied the condom, tossing it into the trash.

"Darlin'? You alright?" The blond questioned, a worried tone to his voice. Peter groaned, unable to move. Harley chuckled softly, murmuring: "I told you you wouldn't be able to walk."

Reaching for a washcloth, Harley carefully laid Peter down on the floor, so he wouldn't fall over. He wet the washcloth with warm water, wiping Peter down and cleaning off the wall. Satisfied, Harley grabbed both pairs of underwear, putting on his first before pulling the other pair onto Peter. The southern boy picked the brunette up off the ground, carrying his limp body over to the bed.

"Geez, darlin', you're really out of it..." Harley murmured, frowning. It was getting late, and he didn't want Peter's family to worry. "Alright, I'll be right back." Peter hummed, refusing to move. He felt so sore, and he could feel the exhaustion tugging at his bones, making them feel heavy. Peter yawned, wishing Harley would come back to cuddle him.

"Yes. Yes. Of course. He's in good hands ma'am, no need to worry. Yes. Ok. Thank you." Harley set his phone down, grinning. "Well darlin', looks like you're stayin' the night." Peter smiled, eyes still closed. Harley climbed into bed, wrapping an arm around the brunette protectively.

"Goodnight, love." Harley murmured, cuddling close to Peter.

"G'night, Harls."

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