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How Peter had stumbled into a ‘sort of relationship’ with Deadpool if you wanted to call it that, which he absolutely did not want to call it that was beyond him. No one would have ever expected it of him, hell he didn’t expect it of himself. But here he was regardless bent over face first onto a questionable dining table in Deadpool’s unkempt kitchen being pounded into like he was cheap hooker. Fingertips dug in to his hips hard holding him firmly in place as the table scraped against the floor with every thrust. Deadpool wasn’t holding back, wasn’t worried about Peter having to walk around like John Wayne for the next couple of days, not that he knew Spider-man was the one and only Peter Parker. Peter hadn’t felt the need to disclose that information thus far.
“I can practically hear your brain thinkin’ spidey, which means I’m not doing my part right” Deadpool panted “Let’s see if I can’t put a stop to that”
With that Deadpool pulled out of Peter who gasped at the sudden emptiness, only to be spun around and lifted a little too easily for his liking onto the table to lay flat on his back, his legs were pushed back until they were either side of his ears much to his own shame. His face flushed red in sheer mortification causing Deadpool to chuckle darkly, his pearly white teeth set in contrast to his ruined skin showing on the bottom his face, the only part of him aside from his dick that Peter could see from underneath his costume.
“Deadpool!” Spidey-man squealed,
“You can take it Spidey, I know you like it”
He only wished it wasn’t true, that he didn’t like it so much, how rough Wade was being with him but he did, his aching erection only proved this leaking onto his belly profusely
“You feel so good… Don’t wanna stop… you’re so tight ugh”
Deadpool’s rough voice only spurred him on, he didn’t know if it was the fact that he knew he shouldn’t be doing this, if the avengers knew… well he didn’t want to even think about it, only made it more exciting.
“Oh God” Peter huffed feeling the pleasure coiling within, knowing that his orgasm was imminent.
“You gonna cum Babyboy?” Wade asked sounding wrecked. Savagely fucking into the superhero, it was a miracle the table was still standing.
“Tell me” Wade demanded authoritatively
“Yes, fuck… I’m gonna cum… ngh Deadpool!” Peter cried, toes curling as he arched his back of the table
“That’s it Spidey cum on my cock” Deadpool groaned. Still thrusting unrelentingly, he reached down and gripped hold of the hero’s cock and ungraciously began pumping in time as he fucked him.
That was game over for Peter, as it always was when they met. His vision whitened as he came hard, spurting all over his own body as Deadpool ravaged him. It wasn’t long before the mercenary followed suit, letting go of Peter’s spent cock he gripped onto the youngers shoulders and gave him every last bit of energy he had left until he was cumming inside of him, the tight heat enclosing his cock as he spilled the last of his orgasm.
Deadpool stumbled slightly back, the temptation to collapse on top of the young hero was almost too much. He removed the condom, tied it at the end and tossing it into the trash, then unsteadily managed to tuck himself back into his pants watching Spider-man pulling up his spandex seemingly just as shaken as he was.
Peter hated this part, the awkward silence. Neither of them really knowing how to fill the void. Seeing the Merc this silent didn’t sit comfortably with him no matter how many times he had told Deadpool in the past to shut up. They never asked each other their names, never saw faces. When they would occasionally fight side by side no one mentioned their arrangement, none of their friends had a clue. But for some reason there was this heat between them, that drew the two unlikely men together into a whirlwind of passion. If Peter was honest with himself, it scared the living crap out of him. He had never experienced anything like this, his live life hadn’t exactly been thrilling before. He was rather inexperienced which he was certain the merc knew. At the age of 21 he hadn’t had many sexual partners and Deadpool was his first male partner, he was also a violent insane mercenary that killed people for money and laughed while doing it. Peter shuddered as he sat up on the table, eyeing the man before him. Damn he looked good in that suit, and fuck was he tall. If peter didn’t know any better he’d say he had a size kink
“You alright kid?” Deadpool asked somehow managing to raise an eyebrow through the mask
“I’ve told you before not to call me kid its creepy” Peter replied, lifting himself off the table wincing a little as he dropped to his feet
“Fair enough, sorry about being so rough I just can’t help it, your ass is too delectable” Wade grinned, grabbing his utility belt that had been discarded to the floor and putting it back on with Peter watching the man. ‘Here he goes’ he thought, Wade always made sure he disappeared as fast as he could after they fucked, he didn’t know if he was pleased about that or not yet, but then what would the alternative be that Deadpool spooned him after? What was he thinking.
“So, I best be off places to kill people to be. It was good doing ya Spidey... I mean seeing ya” Deadpool rambled, pulling his mask back down as he gathered the last of his guns that were scattered around the kitchen, replacing the katannas on his back with the skill of a ninja.
“Its your place, you don’t have to go. I’ll go” Peter said, halting Deadpool in his fast pace to get out
“What? No, you can stay spidey make yourself at home, I just… uh have work to do, you know how it is”
“Yeah, I understand I was going anyway, I’ll catch you later Deadpool” Peter replied somewhat sadly, what the hell? Peter dragged himself away before he said anything else, and made his exit out of the window with Deadpool standing there watching him leave.
Peter climbed through the bedroom window of his tiny apartment, and flopped tiredly onto his bed, groaning as he eyed the digital clock on his bedside table. He had to get up for work in exactly 5 hours. Pulling off his mask and shucking off his suit he pulled the covers over himself, unable to get rid of feelings he had left Deadpool’s flat with, he mentally scolded himself until he eventually fell asleep.