Request by HummingBird4love, malatresnjica, and _ilomilio_0 (Wattpad)

This took awhile but it's pretty long so sorry for the wait

I feel like if someone I knew irl ever read any of these smuts they would never look at me the same

It's kind of a continuation of the last chap but you do you

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel.


3rd Person P.O.V.

"Oh damn, ok," Harley raised his eyebrows. Peter was smirking, looking up at the taller boy needily. "C'mere, darlin', let's get some privacy." Harley thought for a moment, adding: "and end that broadcast." Peter nodded, biting his lip. Harley scooped him up in his arms, carrying the brunette to his bedroom. "FRIDAY, end broadcast." The blond set Peter down on the bed, placing his arms on either side of the smaller boy. Peter leaned back a little, eyes wide and staring at Harley, a few inches from his face.

"So I heard you like dick," Harley stated, smirking. "How about mine then?" A hot blush covered Peter's cheeks. "I'll take that as a yes." The southern boy pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the ground. Peter's eyes immediately directed to the faint abs on Harley's stomach.

"Yeahhh..."

"What's wrong darlin'?" Harley smiled. "Cat got your tongue?" Peter's eyes were wide, gaze flickering up to meet the blond's blue eyes.

"Jesus, Harls," the brunette mumbled, shaking his head. "Can we just... take a moment first?"

"Yeah, sure," Harley agreed. "What's up?"

"Look," Peter took a breath, looking to the side hesitantly. "I don't want just a hookup." The southern boy tilted his head.

"A relationship?" Peter nodded. "I'd be into that, darlin'." A grin spread across Peter's face. "I've liked you for awhile now," Harley admitted.

"So have I." Harley smiled, moving to kneel over Peter's lap, his legs spread to either side of the smaller boy. He pressed a gentle hand to Peter's chest, encouraging the brunette to lay down. "Dick?"

"Dick," Peter agreed, grinning. Harley was leaning over him, smirking at Peter.

"Why don't we get started then, hmm?" Harley suggested, sitting up so the smaller boy had enough room to take his shirt off. It was tossed aside, both boys now shirtless. "You done this before?" A pink tint donned Peter's cheeks.

"Not exactly..." He sighed. "I chickened out." Harley nodded.

"Ok, well I want you to talk to me, tell me what you want to do." The blond tilted his head down, closer to Peter. "I want you to feel safe, alright darlin'?" The brunette nodded.

"Thank you Harls," he whispered.

"Of course." The southern boy got up off of Peter, taking off his pants. The smaller boy followed suit, leaving them both in only their underwear. Harley stood Peter up, switching spots with him. The brunette sat in the taller boy's lap, straddling Harley's legs. Their faces were awfully close, if only they could close the distance...

"Whatcha thinking about?" Peter was startled out of his fixation, cheeks tinted pink.

"Oh, um..." His eyes flickered to the side. "I don't know. You?" Harley grinned.

"You want a kiss, darlin'?" Peter nodded, the blond placing a hand against his jawline and pulling him closer. Their lips met, a soft, gentle kiss. They pulled apart slowly, Peter leaving his eyes closed for a moment.

"Woah." Harley chuckled, wrapping an arm around the smaller boy.

"It was pretty good, wasn't it?" He mused. "Imagine how good the sex will be."

"I won't have anything to compare it to," Peter frowned.

"Well then, why don't you compare it to next time?" Harley smirked, his hands sliding down Peter's sides and teasingly flicking the waistband of his underwear. He brought his lips up to the brunette's ear, whispering: "Now why don't we get those off, hmm?" Peter's eyes widened, but he got up and hesitantly dropped his underwear to the floor. "C'mere."

Peter, now completely naked, returned to his spot on Harley's lap, legs straddling the southern boy's. Harley let his hands explore the smaller boy's back, slowly moving downward. Peter shivered a little, watching the blond with wide, innocent eyes.

"You ok, darlin'?" Harley questioned, his hands freezing in place. Peter nodded, nibbling on his lip anxiously. "Alright, then I'm going to get started, ok? Stop me if you don't like something."

"Ok." His response was quick and quiet. The southern boy smiled gently, his hands moving down to Peter's butt.

"Ready?" The smaller boy nodded, swallowing nervously. "It's ok. Relax, darlin', I'm gonna go slow." Peter let out a breath, wrapping his arms around Harley's neck and shoulders. Harley let one of his fingers slowly push into the brunette, giving him plenty of time to breathe and adjust to the new feeling. He slipped a second finger in, pausing before adding a third.

"Breathe," Harley reminded, moving his other hand to brush his thumb across Peter's cheek comfortingly. The smaller boy nodded, letting out a shaky breath. "Hey, it's ok. No rush." Harley waited for a little while before stretching his fingers out, hitting a spot and hearing a surprised noise come from the boy on his lap. He stretched Peter out for a little longer, then removed his fingers.

"How about the real thing?" Harley grinned, getting Peter up so that he could remove his own underwear. The brunette's eyes immediately went to the southern boy's semi-hard dick, quietly marvelling at the size, while also feeling a sort of nervous excitement.

"Is it going to fit?" Peter whispered, staring. Harley tilted the brunette's chin up, making them meet eyes.

"Don't worry." The blond offered a soft smile. Peter lay down on the bed, feeling Harley spread his legs apart. The southern boy put on a condom, lubing himself up while the brunette stared up at the ceiling nervously.

"Ready, darlin'?" Peter took a deep breath.

"Yeah." Harley lined himself up, pushing the tip in slowly, trying to give the smaller boy enough time to breathe. He kept pushing further, keeping an eye on Peter. He made it all the way in, noticing the bulge that appeared on his lower abdomen.

"Are you ok?" Harley questioned. The brunette had his eyes closed, breathing slightly labored.

"I'm ok," Peter murmured.

"It'll feel good in a moment, I promise." Harley started rocking in and out slowly, letting Peter adjust to his pace, once the smaller boy opened his eyes, he sped up. Almost immediately, Peter threw his head back, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets. A quiet moan escaped his lips, Harley now slamming into him at a ruthless pace.

"Harrrllleyyy-" Peter cut off with a quiet scream, releasing onto his stomach with a groan. The southern boy kept slamming into the brunette, finally finishing. He climbed on top of Peter, pressing a rough kiss to his lips.

"You did so good baby, so good," Harley praised, pulling out and disposing of the used condom. He helped clean Peter's stomach, a small groan escaping the smaller boy's lips.

"Tired," he mumbled, eyes closed. The blond smiled, moving Peter so his head was on a pillow, then cuddling up next to the sleepy boy.

"I can tell," Harley brushed the hair out of the brunette's face, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Goodnight, darlin'."


that was... interesting

Maybe read my story "Would You Miss Me?"

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