[ The rush of power Wade felt flood his veins at having Peter so weak for him. The amazing Spider-man, whining against his lips, begging for Deadpool's cock. It was a high unlike any other, had Wade's pupils blown so wide the dark brown of his irises were barely visible. He was transfixed, twisting and thrusting his fingers to drive the younger man crazy. Almost entirely lost in it, nearly willing to give it all up and just let Peter come on his fingers.
His dick would have been extremely disappointed, though. So it was grateful that Peter brushed his filthy fingers against Wade's lips. His tongue darted out to taste the pre-come offered to him, and his hips bucked instinctively. Fuck, he was going to come in his stupid leather pants if he wasn't careful. Peter had him feeling like a damn teenager again. Could almost start singing that dumb Katy Perry song. His dick, however, had control over most of the blood in his body and would not allow him to ruin the moment. ]
Fuck, baby boy. I'm going to destroy you. Fuck you so hard you won't even know your own god damn name. All you'll be able to say is mine. [ It was said like a threat, a promise of what was to come. God help anyone that tried to get in Deadpool's way when he was determined to do something, and all of that intensity was focused on Peter alone.
Wade eased his fingers from that tight hole, carefully guided the hero off his lap so he could rip his boots off and tear off his pants faster than he had in his entire life. God, he wished those stupid tear away pants were practical for vigilante work. But he probably didn't need most of New York staring at his dick all the time. Even if it was quite impressive. ]
Take off your pants.
[ His jockstrap was gone in a flash, leaving him naked from head to toe. His cock was an angry shade of reddish purple, a drop of pre-come slid down the thick vein along the underside. His own needs had been neglected far too long and it was time to remedy the situation. ]
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His dick would have been extremely disappointed, though. So it was grateful that Peter brushed his filthy fingers against Wade's lips. His tongue darted out to taste the pre-come offered to him, and his hips bucked instinctively. Fuck, he was going to come in his stupid leather pants if he wasn't careful. Peter had him feeling like a damn teenager again. Could almost start singing that dumb Katy Perry song. His dick, however, had control over most of the blood in his body and would not allow him to ruin the moment. ]
Fuck, baby boy. I'm going to destroy you. Fuck you so hard you won't even know your own god damn name. All you'll be able to say is mine. [ It was said like a threat, a promise of what was to come. God help anyone that tried to get in Deadpool's way when he was determined to do something, and all of that intensity was focused on Peter alone.
Wade eased his fingers from that tight hole, carefully guided the hero off his lap so he could rip his boots off and tear off his pants faster than he had in his entire life. God, he wished those stupid tear away pants were practical for vigilante work. But he probably didn't need most of New York staring at his dick all the time. Even if it was quite impressive. ]
Take off your pants.
[ His jockstrap was gone in a flash, leaving him naked from head to toe. His cock was an angry shade of reddish purple, a drop of pre-come slid down the thick vein along the underside. His own needs had been neglected far too long and it was time to remedy the situation. ]