request by caspergroen (Wattpad)

Its a part 2 to the stripper au hehe

Honestly I put this off for like almost a week then wrote it all in like an hour lmao rip

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel.

3rd Person P.O.V.

"Y'know..." Peter looked to the side shyly. "I'd be down for anything, if you want to... I don't know, go to your place?"

"Oh?" Harley asked, raising an eyebrow. "I'd be honored to take a beauty like you home... if that's what you're suggesting?"

"Oh, it is," Peter smirked, eyes half lidded and focused on the blond's face, mere inches from his own. He wigged his hips teasingly, arms draped around Harley's neck.

"Such a tease!" Harley gasped lightly, hands traveling down to grip Peter's hips, holding him still. With a sly grin, the blond leaned close to Peter's ear, whispering seductively: "Better save that for my place, hmm?" Peter shivered, looking Harley in the eye and nodding.

Harley crossed his arms underneath Peter's thighs, standing up and picking up the smaller boy, who let out a soft yelp of surprise. Peter's grip on Harley tightened as he was lifted above the ground, somewhat nervous about being dropped.

"Shall we?" The taller man suggested, grinning. "I hope you don't mind, but I walked here. It's not too far, but I can call an uber-"

"It's ok, I'll walk," Peter insisted, being set down. He stretched lightly, about to turn back to Harley when he felt a new weight on his shoulders. Peter immediately looked up at the man, confused.

"Thought you might get cold," he shrugged. Peter smiled softly, pulling Harley's jacket tighter around his bare skin. He was certainly grateful for it, not really in the mood to get changed back into his normal clothes.

The pair left the strip club, Harley keeping an arm around Peter's shoulders the entire walk back to his place. Upon entering the building, the brunette was immediately in awe. Harley was certainly a wealthy man, there was no doubt about that. His penthouse suite was very open, and even had two floors, with a spiral staircase leading up.

"C'mon, follow me," Harley grinned, taking Peter's hand and leading him up the staircase, into one of the rooms. The bed was large, king sized. He sat down, sinking into the soft material slightly.

"It's very nice," Peter commented, suddenly feeling extremely nervous. "Um..."

"What's wrong?" Harley wondered, approaching the smaller boy and cradling his cheek gently. "Please, I want you to be comfortable."

"Sorry..." The brunette sighed. "Just... believe it or not, I've never actually gone home with a client before..." His expression changed quickly. "Although I don't know if you're really my client at this point," he added, chuckling awkwardly.

"If you don't want to-"

"No! Um, no, I do want to. I just thought you should know that this isn't really something I would normally do..."

"I believe you." Harley gently pushed Peter down onto the bed, grinning at him. The smaller boy returned the smile, clearly nervous. "Hey, it's ok."

"Yeahh..." Peter breathed, nodding.

"Can I kiss you?" Harley asked. The brunette just giggled softly, cheeks pink.

"Harley, you're about to fuck me, you don't have to ask me permission for a kiss!"

"I thought I would anyway. Just in case." He leaned down, pressing his lips onto Peter's gently, letting them share a long, sweet kiss. They broke apart with light gasps, quiet panting already filling the momentary silence between them. Peter smirked, grabbing a handful of Harley's shirt and dragging him back down roughly, lips connecting once again. This time, tongues danced, exploring every inch of the other's mouth before breaking apart.

"Oh, I see how it is," Harley raised an eyebrow suggestively, sitting up to take off his shirt. Peter had already taken off the jacket, and was left in his revealing stripper outfit. Even still, he slipped the straps off his shoulders, doing a small shimmy to push the outfit down off his hips. He kicked it off, now left in just a thong. And it certainly didn't cover much.

"Ohhh~" Harley breathed, licking his lips. Peter smirked, the perfect opportunity to tease the blond.

"Like what you see?" He questioned, a soft moan mixing into his tone as he bucked his hips. Harley smirked right back, pushing Peter's hips back into the covers.

"Patience, darlin'," he purred, leaning back to remove his pants, leaving him in just a pair of boxers. Peter whined loudly, groaning.

"Please...!" Harley hooked his finger under the thin band of Peter's thong, pulling the fabric down slowly. He admired the smaller boy for a moment, before there was another loud whine. Harley quickly pulled off his own boxers, leaning back over Peter.

"Suck," Harley instructed, holding three fingers near the brunette's mouth. Peter just smirked, pushing Harley's hand away and sucking on his own fingers instead. The blond sat back, watching Peter with an interested eye.

The brunette made eye contact with Harley, pushing his own fingers into himself while the taller man watched. Harley had to admit, it was extremely hot watching Peter moan softly while prepping himself.

Peter had three fingers inside him, stretching and pushing at his walls. Harley watched hungrily, barely able to contain himself anymore.

"That's enough," he growled, grabbing both of Peter's wrists and pinning him down. The brunette fought back with a smug grin, Harley letting him win. They held eye contact, Peter sitting over Harley. No words were said, just a quick nod of approval passed between the two.

Peter lowered himself onto Harley's erect dick, moaning and gasping lightly as he bottomed out. Everything was paused for a moment while Peter adjusted to the new sensation, starting to bounce up and down slowly soon after.

"Mmm~" he mumbled, eyes half lidded. Harley grabbed onto Peter's hips, helping the brunette go at a more steady pace. He thrusted upwards in sync, a loud string of moans and curses escaping Peter's lips.

"Oh- fuck, Harlsss~" Peter threw his head back, pace becoming more unsteady. Harley could tell they were both close, and he made an effort to thrust upwards even more roughly, grip tightening on Peter's hips.

"Harls... I'm close...!" His voice went up an octave on the last syllable, gasping loudly a moment later. With a moan, he came all over both of their stomachs, Harley following right after with a groan. He came deep inside Peter, filling the brunette with his hot seed.

"Muegh," Peter mumbled, clearly struggling to stay upright. Harley noticed this, gently pulling out. Warm cum dribbled out, no longer being held inside by Harley's dick. The blond felt a sense of pride at the sight, knowing he had caused everything he saw before him.

He gently laid Peter on his side, letting the brunette recover for a moment while Harley got up to clean himself off. He brought back a warm washcloth, cleaning an already-sleeping Peter off before climbing into bed beside him. Harley cuddled close to Peter, who sighed contently in his sleep.

"Goodnight, darlin'."

lmao ok

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