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[ A second finger joined the first, spreading them apart as he worked the tight ring of muscle to help get him to relax. A drop of sweat dripped down between his shoulder blades when Peter whined like that for him. God, it was beautiful. Made him wish there was a way to record it so he could play it back when he needed to get himself off. That switch in his brain had been flipped and he was in sex mode now. Like a cool transformer bot with an awesome cock.

His lips moved to Peter's ear, smirk curled at the edges of them. ] Such a good boy. Knew you'd be good for me. You like that, baby? Gonna feel even better once it's my dick. [ The moment Wade was confident he was ready, he added his ring finger to the mix. With each thrust of his thick fingers he did his best to keep nailing that spot. His lips slid down to Peter's neck, sucking a bite onto the skin. Hickeys were some real teenager shit, but they had always stoked that possessive fire inside of him, and the side that liked to show off. ]

Tell me how much you want it, and I'll give it to you. [ He couldn't help but love the idea of Peter being needy for him and god damn if it wouldn't stroke his ego in a way he craved. There was so much determination to make sure that he pleased Peter in a way that no one else could ever hope to achieve. ]

( oh, to have had enough foresight to shuck his pants the rest of the way and do something about the frustration of not having easy access to the rest of wade because man, the difference being able to lock his knees around his waist would make. not that he has any room to complain about not being close, considering wade's two fingers deep and fucking every ounce of coherency out of him. his string of thought practically dissolves and trickles out his ears, replaced by a low murmur of praise that makes his thighs tremble. humiliatingly enough, he thinks he could come from that, if he didn't grip himself at the base of his cock and suck down a labored breath. )

Oh, fuck, Wade. Yes. I love it. You're —

( whatever he's trying to get out, he chokes on it, devolving into nonsensical words and sounds. turns out he's not equipped for wade whispering in his ear, adding another finger, and sucking a bruise against his throat. it'll probably heal by the morning and he'll have nothing to run his fingers over, but it drives peter crazy anyway. checks all the stupidly unrealistic boxes about someone craving him obsessively because he's a little feral with his crushes. he isn't sobbing brokenly exactly, though it's not much better for his dignity. every time wade drives his fingers in and hits that bundle of nerves, peter lets out a punched out cry he can't bite back. to the point that he's not positive if he's trying to get away by shifting his hips or if he's trying to get constant friction to ride wade's hand, both to no real success.

peter drops his leaking cock against his stomach, pressed between them, and does the filthiest thing he can think of: brushes his wet knuckles (from where he was dripping) over wade's lips tauntingly and has the audacity to grin tiredly, before he groans again, and breaks. )

Can't you taste how bad I want you? Please. I need you inside me. I want to feel you—ah—stretch me. I wanna watch your face when you're sliding into me. Because I can't take much more of this and I need you to feel how tight I am when I finish on you. ( and he will whisper please against his lips, the line of his jaw, and anywhere else he can reach whilst grabbing at wade's belt impatiently. )

[ 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. ]

( a threat that his brain legitimately registers as a full-body warning, prickling like a spine tingle, goosebumps, the whole thing and peter hangs on every word in spite of the self-preservation bells going off in his head. it's not unlike diving headfirst off a skyscraper for the first time, screaming, and hoping like hell he has it all figured right. only this isn't such a steep plummet, just a few inches off of wade's thighs and onto unusually quavery legs, to peel his pants off, one leg at a time.

when he's finished, wade is already bare-assed and standing in front of him and he has a very healthy reservation about how he's going to take all of wade. he wets his lips, rubs the back of his neck and is not looking at him respectfully. if anything, he's thinking this has to make the top five ways to die list. )

Now I know why you wanted to finger me until I begged. I knew you were big, I could feel it, but you didn't tell me you were hung like that. ( achievement unlocked: oral fixation. )

( eye contact? don't know her. peter is cursed with vision sharp enough to track (even from a half foot back) the pre-come trickling down wade's length and it's enough to make him drop to a knee, provided wade doesn't redirect him verbally or by the throat or hair. if he's allowed, his palms trace up wade's thighs until his thumbs are both under his balls and he can mouth up along the underside of his cock, using both his tongue and lips. he wants to taste him so bad, but peter's pliable and won't be upset if he's guided back to his feet and flipped around or lifted. )

Would you have really believed me if I said it? Up until about ten minutes ago you were still pretending you weren't desperate to have me fuck you. Now aren't you glad we made it past that point?

[ Wade looked smug as hell in that moment, his ego thoroughly stroked by the compliment. He did say his dick was amazing, to be fair. And he meant it. Peter clearly felt the same way, seeing as he was incapable of looking anywhere but straight at it. Wade had negative shame about being naked, even with the scars--as long as the other person wasn't being an asshole about them. Which meant he was just fine standing there and letting his Spidey-guy admire as much as he wanted to. Would probably even allow him to have a picture if he asked.

It was mildly surprising when Peter knelt down and helped himself to getting his mouth on him, but come on. What was Wade gonna do, yell at him for desiring him that much? Especially when it felt so heavenly. In all of his benevolent kindness, he allowed Peter to indulge himself on the feel and taste of his cock.

Still, he had plans and he was going to see them come to fruition. One of his hands moved into the that short hair, giving it a tug. Not harsh, just enough for a little spike of pain to go with the pleasure. ] I didn't spend all that time fingering you just to come down your throat, baby. But we can certainly put that on our list for next time if we decide to do this again.

[ Wade did indeed guide him back to his feet, pushing him up against a wall on the side of the stair well. Then he guided those perfect legs to wrap around him. He was strong, and Peter was flexible. They could make it work. There was no way the ground would be anything but painful and Wade was just being an ultra super considerate nice guy by fucking Peter against a wall instead. That's romance. ]

Up until ten minutes ago, I wasn't desperate. ( sure, kid. ) Things change. Like, sometimes, your friend with the irritatingly attractive voice uses it as a weapon against you and it's game over.

( no, in the moment, it doesn't occur to peter that he is dropping the ammunition in his hands and giving wade the exact knowledge to shoot him in his weak knees again later. maybe, anyway. depends on how fluent wade is in mumbling because that's all uttered into skin, between breaths, when he doesn't have his lips wrapped around the head of his cock and his spit-slick fingers right below his mouth around his cock. he's thick and peter's nowhere near as experienced (he's gussing there) but it's not his first time.

he grunts around wade when he tugs his hair, pulls back with a wet pop and stares up at him while leaning into his palm. )

Deal but I want the full, uninhibited, no time constraints experience. I'm tall enough for this ride, I checked.

( it's a suitable enough compromise that peter agrees without complaint. holding onto disappointment when he's being pressed into a wall is ridiculous. he's getting what he wants out of this: physical contact, seeing those muscles in action. he's already got sweat dripping down his spine, but he feels a new wave of arousal at the anticipation. finagling the position is a cake walk since he can push a hand back against the bricks and have solid leverage (he's slipproof when he thinks about it) to get his legs around wade. he grabs onto a shoulder for good measure, to hoist up if necessary. )

You good? ( he asks as if his voice won't jump an octave when wade starts to press in; he can feel him lining up. )

[ Oh, Wade absolutely made note of what his voice had done to Peter, but he'd have known it even if the guy hadn't voiced it. As soon as he started calling him 'baby boy' in person, the vibes changed. He might not have been the most observant person of all time, but even he caught onto that one. If that was all it was going to take to get into Peter's pants again? You're god damn right he would be taking advantage of it. He'd have to be a fool not to.

One of his hands wrapped around his dick, stroking it a few times with his slick fingers before pressing the tip up against him. The question was straight up ignored. Not that Wade wanted to be rude, just that he felt like it was fairly obvious that he was into what they were doing and didn't need to be checked up on. ]

Don't forget to breathe. [ He was fairly certain this wasn't Peter's first time, but who knew if he had ever had something quite so large stretching him to his limit. It was almost painful to move as slowly as he did, nudging the fat head of his cock past the stretched ring of muscle. Immediately he was cursing against Peter's neck, muscles straining with the control he needed to keep from slamming in the rest of the way. Was gonna be real hard to convince Peter to do this again if he hurt him.

Instead, he fed him inch by slow inch, watching the younger man's face to look for any signs of wavering. Both of his hands gripped at Peter's hips for something to hold onto. His own hips only stalled when he finally bottomed out inside Peter, and he forced himself to give him a second to adjust. Wade panted against his skin, doing what he could not to let the tight heat overwhelm him. Fuck, it was the best sensation he'd ever felt, pleasure flooding his veins and taking over his mind. ]

Mm, fuck. You're doing so good, baby boy. Taking me so well. [ His voice was still husky as he pulled nearly the entire way out, then pushed back into him more forcefully this time. More filthy curses slipped out of his mouth. ]

( he doesn't have experience with anyone wade's size so when he tells him to breathe, he does, despite the instincts that tell him to rebel. he sucks in a breath when he's told to, appreciating it somewhere in the back of his head when it lines up with wade pressing against him and then pushing in slowly. forcing him to exhale hard, rough, and with barely any breath in his lungs. he's dimly aware of the grumbled curses into his throat, how angry they are, how bad this is for wade (containing himself). and peter actually is dumb enough to bite off more than he can chew, so careful with the grumbling wade. if anything, his knees press in, locking, holding wade close and still, nostrils flaring, breathing raggedly against the side of his face.

it's when he draws his hips back and slams back in, making peter brace against him, intentionally or otherwise and he ends up just baring his teeth, feeling wade, enjoying it but also accepting that he's going to be overwhelmed by this experience, no matter how he reacts. and that's okay. he means to be relaxed for him, but the other half of him is too stubborn to just let wade fuck him. peter lets go of the wall to wrap his other arm around wade's shoulders, connecting them at his shoulders to take all of him. he groans, shudderingly, full-body, a little broken, gripping at the back of wade's neck.

sure, maybe, he kisses him. short and sweet, the cherry on the cake to trying to ride him and then burying his face in wade's collarbone. it's not something he has the angle or the leverage for, in spite of his damndest effort. )

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Keep going.

Edited (sometimes you write a tipsy tag and have to revise slightly ) 2024-08-23 11:48 (UTC)

[ He wanted to lose his mind, go completely feral and fuck Peter like he was nothing but an object to use for his own pleasure. But he held himself back, at least for now. Focused on the power behind each thrust rather than uping the speed.

It got a lot harder to have any control when Peter started fighting back, no content to just lay back and take it. Because it excited Wade, sparked that fucked up part of his brain that liked to blow shit up, stab his katana through flesh, handle powerful guns. Peter was no pillow princess and Wade appreciated it, wanted to voice how grateful he was. The sentence wouldn't form in his brain, he could only grunt out another curse. Still, he got turned on enough by his reaction that his cock throbbed inside the younger man. Fuck, it was almost too good. Had him panting against Peter's lips before he stole another kiss.

This was too addicting. Would never be enough. He'd end up chasing after Peter, begging for the same high. The grip he had on the guy's hips tightened as he fucked into him. The sound of their intimacy seemed to echo in the night. The slapping of skin, the squelch of lube, each drawn out groan. It was music to his ears. ]

Fuck, you're so tight. I'm gonna lose my fucking mind...

Edited (I'm dumb actually) 2024-08-23 17:57 (UTC)

( as an expert in not knowing what's good for himself, wade's self-discipline will be appreciated after the fact by peter, who's only now realizing the intensity of being bent in half like this as opposed to pressed over something from behind. there's no refrain, nowhere for peter to back up if he gets too overwhelmed. every time wade brought his hips forward and sunk in, peter felt all of him, to the point that sometimes the reaction was a breathless keen, soundless and sharp. he can't maintain words or eye contact, and has to avidly focus on reminding himself to suck down oxygen. that he's been reduced to a hard hhhh every time wade bottoms out is beyond his concern but he does reach between their midsections to close his fingers around his dick, to match wade's strokes a few times.

as a (previously) firm believer in, 'it's not the size, it's how you use it', there is no counterpoint to being so thick that he's hitting the right angle consecutively. )

Lose it for me. ( enunciated above his collarbone, somewhere in the junction between shoulder and neck, and peter closes his lips around scarred skin to suck and rake his teeth over a small patch, breaking blood vessels to at least look down smugly at a temporary purple mark that's likely going to disappear long before his own hickey. ) I don't want half.

( this is not kissing so much as talking against wade's mouth. )

Give me all of you. ( he tenses around him on purpose, muscles fluttering, and pants roughly, happy but strained. peter doesn't think of himself as someone with game, someone who can pull off seduction by any means. he still turns his low voice to wade's ear to clearly get out: ) Wade, if you're not dripping down my thighs when you pull out, I don't want it.

[ It's a dangerous game to play, telling Wade to lose his mind. Speaking to him with such a filthy mouth. It challenged his overwhelming desire to protect Peter, to make sure he didn't hurt him while they were at their most intimate.

The very idea of his come sliding down the inside of Peter's thighs was more than Wade could take, though, and he did end up losing himself. Used more of the power that muscles like his could afford, snapping his hips brutally and cursing against the younger man's mouth. Nothing more intelligent could be said by that point, even though he would have loved to use his mouth for something better for a change. He would have liked to tell Peter to mark him up even more, there was no reason not to when the marks wouldn't last long and Wade always found them hot. Or to taunt Peter about how Wade's cock had turned him into a slut pretty damn fast.

Alas, he was too caught up, had lost any sense of control. Pretty soon even cussing was beyond him and he just let out low pleasured groans and grunts, fully incapable of speech. Peter's tensing tightened the grip those muscles had around Wade's dick and it was too good to deny himself of it. He was a mindless beast chasing after pleasure, forcing Peter to take every inch of his girth over and over again without any mercy. Sweat drips down the side of his neck, skin tinting red from the exertion he used.

There was a tightness forming in his balls, a sign that he was quickly hurdling towards his end. But Wade was a stubborn bastard and was going to make sure Peter finished first. He was a gentleman like that, thank you very much. ]

( playing with fire is exciting for the thrill alone — the fear, the spike of dopamine, the fall. he's usually throwing himself at danger in other ways, like leaping into the fray against something the police can't handle (as if that somehow indicates he's qualified), but egging wade on with his teeth and some dirty talk isn't all that dissimilar. there's a very real threat of full-body exhaustion and soreness on the other side of this encounter, too. the cheeky, victorious grin is short-lived, breaks the second wade's hips snap forward hard and pound against him, transforming his sharp breath for a laugh into a strangled moan that catches roughly in his throat. he'd have some colorful language if he could catch his breath but since he can't, all he has between quick, stilted inhales are progressively more hoarse grunts.

his nails bite into the back of wade's neck harsher than he means for them to. they're blunt, bitten down, but he's not checking his strength anymore. he can apologize for the four scratch lines going down his shoulder later.

the relentless pace, how full wade feels inside him (jesus, this is his limit here) makes him fist his cock in his hand with more determination, quickening the pace to match (only pulling off a second to spit into his palm) and thumping his head back against the bricks because he can't fucking take any of it for much longer. his legs twitch around wade, protesting, like his thighs would be raising a little if they could, hips bucking, and he can't stop the way his muscles tense again. this time, not on purpose, and peter's eyes shoot open, he opens his mouth to warn wade but the only sound that carries over the noise of their bodies is an overstimulated but relieved sob as he comes between them, coating his knuckles and part of wade's stomach and while he doesn't go dead weight, his shoulders sag like the orgasm was ripped out of him.

he'll pant through it, letting wade ride his own orgasm out, even if it isn't instantaneous. let it not come as any surprise if all he has energy for are tiny wrung out noises into wade's ear while he vaguely brushes his lips there. )

[ If anything, the scratching turned him on more. Wade had a very high pain tolerance due to the whole dying repeatedly in super gruesome ways thing. It was still there, but it bothered him less than it would an average person. Yet another reason he and Peteyboy were heartmates. He didn't need the guy to worry about his freakish strength and what it would do to him.

When Peter came, he was an absolute vision. Wade wanted to burn it inside of his eyelids so it was the first and last thing that he saw every day. Was enough to get even a dumbass like him feeling like he could write poetry or something equally gay like that.

The younger man's muscles around his cock grip and ripple around him in the most delicious way as if trying to milk him of everything he had to offer. Wade bit out what was probably supposed to be a curse, the veins in his muscles even more visible as his body strained. His thrusts were shorter, becoming more like a jackhammer as he pounded into his body ruthlessly, chasing his own end. He probably should have been more gentle and caring in the aftermath of Peter's orgasm, but his mind was fully gone.

Fortunately, it didn't take him very long before he was tumbling over the edge after Peter. Spilled inside of him in a thick, sticky mess of what was an almost ridiculous amount of come. An even louder groan left him, body flushed as his hips continued to snap wildly to ride it out. Shit, it had been a long time since he'd had one that good.

After Wade was finally done, he took a second to rest his forehead against Peter's collarbone and smiled like the idiot he was. When he spoke, his voice was a little hoarse. ]

Fuuuuck, that was good.

( the upside to wade being turned on beyond belief, whittled down to lust and instinct, means that what mininal self-respect peter has canǰ bnb be held together by duct tape. if he's too far gone to perceive himself, wade's probably not keeping any mental annotations on how peter's voice cracks. his other saving grace is being somewhat boneless in the aftermath – when his muscles have slowed the contractions, that is — not that it isn't a completely different sensation and friction, having wade inside of him at such a frenetic pace when he's so sensitive.

it's challenging to find purchase to shift when they're both glistening with sweat under his hands and thighs, and peter resigns himself to becoming a whimpering mess on wade's cock. the pitch isn't quite there with his strained vocal chords but the curses mixed with please are. the struggle between focusing on wade's reactions (seeing how he finishes) and feeling them is too real. how the bricks are scraping his shoulderblades, the night chill's becoming recognizable, the fluctuation of being stretched from weird to good to ohfuck, then too much.

his inahles are labored, there's discomfort, a different ache but goddamn if hearing him groan loud enough to disturb nearby birds and knowing wade's shooting his load inside him doesn't make some blood try and rush southward again. like it's not all being rerouted to the light flush he's sporting all over. )

Too good. Guhhhh. ( right, yeah. sentences. ) Out-of-body experience, 8.5 out of 10 stars.

( he's going full-on bambi legs when wade lets him down. )

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sorry for my slow, life happens so muuuuch

truly life is the worst sometimes

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the 10-12 hr work trip days cut the tires on my creativity, forgive me!

it's all good ❤️

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