Peter's breath hitched in his throat as he tried to gasp, but the wind was knocked out of him. His cheek met cold brick as he was forced into a wall by a very horny Deadpool.

Wade's gloved hands rubbed the growing erection in Peter's Spiderman suit.

"Spandex does wonders," he whispered into Peter's ear huskily in that dominating tone he knew his boyfriend loved.

He was rewarded with a low moan and a buck of hips from the submissive hero.

-He really likes it-

Damn, his ass is hot grinding against us like that

Deadpool chuckled, slipping his hand under Peter's mask and pulling it off. His brown eyes were full of lust, hair already messy from the mask.

Wade felt himself twitch as he undid the bottom of his costume, freeing his cock. He grinded it against Peter's still clothed bottom. Peter moaned, throwing his head back.

"W-wade," he whimpered, shamelessly pressing flush against the man.

"You want it, Pete?"

There he was, using that sexy voice that reduced him to mush. "Yes. I-I want.." He had a hard time getting it out from the desperation and need that scratched at his throat.

Deadpool humped hard on Spiderman's ass, a low moan eliciting from the hero. "Whatcha want, baby boy?"

"Fuck!" He gasped. "I want you to fuck me into this wall, dammit! Until I can't fucking stand!"

Wade paused, letting out a shuddering breath. In an instant, Peter was bottomless, his cock now free and being deliciously pumped by a scarred hand.

"You're so hot when you say dirty stuff. Damn, this is gonna be fun."

Without warning, Wade pushed hard into Peter, no doubt causing pain, but he knew Peter loved it.

The hands that were against the wall, tightened as Peter whimpered at the pleasure/pain that coursed through him, biting his lip hard. Wade gripped Peter's hips, thrusting hard and fast as he leaned over and nipped Peter's ear, trailing a tongue down his neck and partway down his back. Peter leaned back, grabbing Wade's face with a trembling hand and crashing their lips together. It was a brief kiss, but laced with lust and want.

"You should take this off." Peter linked a finger under Deadpool's mask, emphasizing his words. Wade's lips were visible, showing a little if his scarred face. Wade frowned but didn't stop as Peter took the mask off.

Peter was the only one who saw Wade's face now, and Wade was surprised when he quickly accepted the scars that made Wade so insecure at times.

Wade began thrusting again, making Peter brace against the wall again, a hand reaching around and pumping him in time with the mercenary's thrusts.

"Wade, I'm."

Wade smirked, putting his fingers in Peter's mouth to suck on them.

"Me too, babe," he said, his pace fastening and his thrusts more desperate.

Peter's orgasm hit with alarming force, emptying himself into the wall. Wade growled as he finished off with a few thrusts, coming inside Peter.

They panted slowly, Wade nuzzling into Peter's neck as he held the spent hero against him.

"Damn it, Wade!" Peter hissed as he felt Deadpool begin to grind against him again. "I'm too tired for another round."

"C'mon!" Wade whined. "One more!" Peter's eyes sharpened as he glared at Wade. "You said that about an hour ago when you fucked me on a roof!"

"But roof sex if fun!" He pestered.

-Yeah it is-

We should do that again

"We should," Wade said and threw Peter over his shoulder, grabbing his and Pete's soiled costume bottoms.

"Wade, let me go!" Peter thrashed from Deadpool's shoulder, but it fell on deaf ears as Wade brought the hero into another roof and fucked him well into the night.