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Peter had his suspicious for some time, he was still confused after just waking up and being annoyed by Deadpool right after being stopped from another orgasm, however the memories of that encounter lingered and he kept having flashes about it. Peter even surrendered more than once and touched himself to those memories, but no matter how deep he got with his finger, or how big the dildo he bought would be, it never itched him in the right way. It is not as if Peter had considered going around and unmasking every super he found or just grabbing their cocks, just because that man had talked about being in a suit and knew about him being Spider-man, so it made Peter assume he was with a hero that time. Peter also tried to stop thinking about it altogether and focus on what had happened to him and how he time traveled (or if he has not just hallucinated that all) and got help form Doctor Strange (he remembered that the man mentioned him) who confirmed his mind really went to the future.
Once, while Spider-man was patrolling the city, Deadpool found him and brought food (and Peter is very weak to food, mainly free food) and after the merc revealed he had eavesdropped on him and Doctor Strange about time travel, he got strangely serious when he warned:
— You should be careful with this shit.
Peter stayed quiet as he observed Deadpool, the weirdness of him becoming suddenly serious out of nowhere, of advising him against doing reckless things (of advising in general); it just made Peter skin crawl. It lasted until the merc sighed and raised his hands as if defeated:
— I know I’m not the best to tell this, as I keep constantly using it, but–
— How?
— What?
— How do you use it?
— Oh! My belt, I can go wherever and… if you plan on stealing it just know that’s complicated and it’s safe only if used with me and…
Deadpool stopped speaking and just stared at the spider, and Peter only noticed after a long stare that as he had lifted his mask to eat, he was able to watch when Peter’s mouth curled into a smile and the merc keep staring at it.
— You just want me to put my hands in your pants — the spider joked around and turned to stop facing him, he also went back to eating his burrito and just because the quietness was bothersome, he offered it to the merc. — What? Wanna a bite?
Peter purposefully spoke with his mouth full and tried to hide his face behind the offered burrito, but had to bring it back to himself when listening:
— Already ate.
He tried to not give much thought on it, or how the he does not remember eating with Deadpool, with him also eating with his mask up. Peter decides to think further about this later, he has already a lot of trouble at his hands, time travel and all.
— I’ve accidentally gone to the future, I’m just trying to figure it out.
— Saw the older Spider-baby? Your ass still juicy as ever?
The spider just snorts, and as he is focused on watching the city, decides to also not think about the tone Deadpool used.
— Somehow my consciousness went to my future body, but– Wait, do you remember that time I was thrown through a wall? Was I unconscious the whole time?
— Yep. Was that when? I thought that glowing was weird. Anyway, how further into the future you’ve gone? Maybe there’s a clue to what happened.
Spider-man groans. Knowing exactly when he ended up has never even crossed his mind, Maybe because something inside him hopes it is not very further apart from the preset, not only because the pounding will be happening, but because he will have already solved all this mess. Thinking about that day makes flashes from what was happening rush to his mind again, he senses that he will get hard if he keeps doing nothing, he has to distract his mind.
— I’ll go back to patrolling.
— What? And your food?
— Thanks for that, but–
Cylindrical food being shoved in his mouth is not going to help, because he keeps thinking about what that man said about him loving to have his throat fucked. Gosh, he really need to go.
It took more time than Peter anticipated to solve the mystery of how he time traveled. After questioning if Doctor Strange knew when in the future he ended up and he revealed is that it is around five years in the future, the long investigation was actually helpful because Peter could focus in anything else besides who is the mysterious man and how long exactly it will take for the fucking to start. So of course a long and extenuating investigation was very helpful and Peter could control his lust. As it shows, the less you think about it, or even engage in masturbation, the less horny you get, slowly Peter is going back to normal, being a student, a hero, and a very broke employee that takes pictures of himself trying to survive. There is no time to think about possible future wonderful fucking, there is bigger problems at the moment.
One of them being why Deadpool is following a civilian for the last two hours, and why said civilian is Peter. Exactly his luck.
He accidentally bumped in the merc in a cafe, he also got to stay unnoticed and slip away. Or that was what he thought, because his heightened senses kept telling him someone was following him. His spider-sense was not triggered, so was no one dangerous, but they could be very stealth and this is a problem for when Peter goes home, or if Peter need to suit up all of a sudden, that is why Peter is walking in circles, doing student stuff. He bought the coffee already, he went to the public library, he went to a small and hidden stationary shop and between the bookshelves Peter could finally spot the red suit without showing the merc he had seen him.
Peter thought that it could be a coincidence, that is why he went to the stationary shop, but after Deadpool completely ignored the glitter section or the cute sticker, Peter was sure that the merc was following him. Maybe he could lose the man in the subway, or entering in his college buildings and security would not permit the swords, or the other dozen guns Deadpool was carrying. Just as Peter decided to follow through this plan, he takes a turn in an alley he knows will take him to the closest subway entry way when his spider-sense finally kicks in and he jumps away without a second thought. He barely has time to register as he watches the knife bouncing after hitting the wall exactly where his head was.
— I knew it!
When he listens to the cheerful tone is that Peter realizes what has just happened. He takes a deep breath and turns around, facing the merc and he can see the excitement on him, or how his mouth is stretching the mask because of the huge grin on his face.
— Have you just thrown a knife at me?
— Of course.
Peter is dumbfounded, there is no other way to describe it.
— Why?
Deadpool strides happily in Peter’s direction, and even as he leans to get his knife, Peter does not feel that same itch on his spider-sense, not even when Deadpool points the knife at his face, holding the handle loosely as he explains:
— How else would I make you confess? I had been thinking, you know. You’d never just say if I asked, even if you know I know. I considered just catching you on the act. — Peter blushes as the choice of words, he even moves his eyebrows suggestively. — Like while putting the suit on, but I’m sure you’d just play dumb and say you’re using a costume or some other shit like that. So, of course I had to make you use your spidery tricks around me, but if I was too close you’d never do it. Too conscious about you knowing I know, right? Anyway, that’s why the knife out of the blue.
Peter is still too stunned to speak; Has Deadpool never intended to be hidden? Was he making himself present for Peter on purpose? Have he been following Peter around on other days too? How much does he know?
— How… — Peter starts, but does not even know how to keep going. What does he even want to know? How much does he want to know?
— Don’t freak out, pumpkin. I was not following you or anything. Well, not before a couple of hours ago. I was very tempted to do it before, you swinging around the city and all, the web left behind. Did you know the consistence change over time before they disappear and if I tried a little bit harder I could discover where you started the night or where you’ve been last? Anyway, when I saw you picking coffee and bending that way over the counter I could not mistake your ass…
— I wasn’t bending! — Peter squeaks, and it just makes Deadpool smirk again.
— Of course, the way you swing your hips while walking was also a give away, or how you fix your glasses, or wrinkle your nose, or your smell.
— My smell?
For a second, Peter considers that Deadpool is saying he stinks, and has always been stinking whenever they meet. However, of course the merc would say something even more disturbing.
— You know, your spider pheromones. The ones that keep seducing me.
Peter is red, he is sure of it, but he also shows his indignation when he pushes Deadpool chest back. He does not move, as if he was expecting Peter to do that and hold himself in place. The merc smiles and teases Peter, about he being able to push harder, tempting him to show once more his spidery tricks.
— I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Well, Peter still does not need to confess, just because they both know that Deadpool knows.
— Of course you’d deny anyway. — Deadpool stop leaning over Peter, and as he stands towering over him, Peter has to take a deep breath. — You’re telling me that when Spider-man patrols tonight, and I tackle him to the ground and when I take his mask I won’t be seeing your pretty face? — Peter bites his lips, he tries to think on what to say, on how the merc should not start unmasking people around or just keep denying, but Deadpool’s hand cups his face and his gloves thumb caress his lower lip. — You always bite your lip when thinking. — Peter shivers. — And whenever you do it after eating what I bought you, and your lips are glistering, I keep thinking…
Deadpool’s voice die down, he just keeps quiet and Peter really hopes that Deadpool can not see how much his words have affected him.
— Don’t worry, I know how to keep a secret. On my line of work I have to know what to say and what to keep hidden. — Then, letting go of Peter’s face and giving a step back, he grins and adds: — Of course, my silence has a price. Weren’t you the one who kept lecturing me about getting paid to do bad stuff? It seems pretty handy at the moment.
And the merc stops speaking and just stares at Peter, maybe waiting for him to do the next part, to ask how much he wants to keep quiet. Ah, as if Peter would be able to afford; be it a hundred thousand or a hundred bucks, he just has not this much money, he has negative money if it is possible. Although…
— You can’t tell anyone — Peter relents, confessing without words that Deadpool is right, and he begs.
— Oh, can’t I?
Peter sees as Deadpool will keep talking, will keep teasing, asking for whatever he wants. But Peter has already decided he will take control of the situation first.
— I will do anything.
If Peter has given that step closer, the one Deadpool has left between them; if Peter has also, grabbed Deadpool’s suit on the hundred of straps on his body, and if he has leaned on his direction and glued his body on the merc… well, Peter had a goal in mind while doing it all.
— Anything? — Deadpool verifies, his voice low and Peter notices he is a little breathless, just trying to not show it.
“Got you” Peter bites on his lip again, this time to hide a smile because he has Deadpool exactly where he wanted. The past month Peter has been wishing to try it anyway, and Deadpool is perfect for it. Spider-man has even considered just asking, but it also made him realize it would make the merc insufferable later, this way, Peter can just pretend it was nothing. Yes, this is the perfect plan, and it will also make Deadpool stay silent.
— You can use my mouth — Peter suggests.
He listens when Deadpool takes a deep breath, and although he feels his face heating when he senses the merc eyes over his mouth, Peter does not waver.
— Use? — Peter nods. — How?
This time, he has to wet his lips before speaking, his mouth strangely dry before he whispers:
— You can… maybe, fuck my throat?
Okay, he wanted the merc to be quiet about his identity, he has just not expected for him to not speak anything else. For a moment, Peter even thinks Deadpool is not breathing at all. Then, Deadpool untangles himself from Peter and start walking away. Well, it is not going accord to his plan anymore, he was expecting to be asked to kneel, unzip or even tear Deadpool’s suit to have access to his cock, and not even have time to think before having the cock shoved on his mouth. Maybe even be forced to drink all and anything Deadpool would empty on his mouth.
Peter takes a deep breath, he has to calm down and go after the merc, find another way for him to keep quiet. Just as Peter considers going after him, Deadpool appears again in the alley and, again, going against Peter’s imagination in which he shoves him in the wall and decides he actually wants to fuck his ass, Deadpool questions:
— Can it be now?
Afraid he would let his imagination speak louder, Peter only nods. He thinks about looking to the sides to check, and the thought of being seen having a cock shoved down his throat just makes him shiver again, Peter barely registers when Deadpool asks Peter to follow him. All the way to wherever Deadpool wants to take Peter, he keeps wondering if he will just be shoved against a wall, or be ordered to suck him in public, or…
Is this an elevator? The strangeness of entering an apartment building with a working elevator finally makes Peter stop day-dreaming. It is even in apparent perfect conditions and makes no noise while they go up. This time, when they enter the apartment Deadpool opens the door, Peter is more aware of his surroundings and has stopped thinking about the merc shoving his pants down at any moment and observes the considerably clean place. There is a mess around, Peter sees guns and any other type of possible weapon laying around. He sees the laundry that has been done and the one that is discarded on the floor, to be done next. Until seeing the everyday clothes messily separated from another Deadpool suit, Peter realizes he has never questioned what the merc uses while he is not working, for some time he even thought the suit might be part of his body. When Peter notices Deadpool behind him, taking his boots out, showing he is using blue socks with yellow stars all over, just before stepping in another pair of boots, he wonder if he was not right after all.
— What? It’s my indoor shoes.
— Usually people have more comfortable indoor shoes.
Deadpool shrugs, then Peter shoves his old all stars out of his feet and only says:
— I don’t have indoor shoes.
— This would leave shoe mark on the ceiling, hard to explain.
Peter laughs at that, how could he know that Peter really has a tendency of crawling on the ceiling? Deadpool seems to know and discover things about Peter very easily.
The merc approaches Peter from behind, holding the straps of his backpack that, honestly, he has forgotten he was even using. Then, he guides Peter out of the entry hall and further into the living room until Deadpool makes Peter stop walking, he lowers behind Peter and gestures for him to raise his foot and he removes one sock after the other, then, still behind Peter, he opens his jeans and removes them too. Peter kind of expect Deadpool to keep removing his clothes, but the merc just stands behind him quietly; Peter has to be the one to turn around for him to finally speak again:
— Take it off.
His gloved hand touches the sleeve of Peter’s sweater and he retreats, but keep watching the spider. He takes a deep breath and take it off, being only on his shirt and underwear before Deadpool uses a finger to slightly lift Peter’s shirt and reveal more of his undies. This time, Deadpool does not need to use words before the spider removes the piece of clothe from himself. Then, Peter waits, trying not to focus too much on the finger still touching his skin, and as it slides down and Deadpool hooks his finger on the band of Peter’s underwear and he pulls a little. Peter takes a deep breath as he watches Deadpool’s finger almost revealing his dick, that is slowly becoming harder by each second that passes. When the merc stops, Peter raises his eyes to meet the mask and is not sure if he has to ask, or just take it off as the other clothes, but before Peter can make a noise, Deadpool let go and the elastic hits Peter skin making him squirm.
— Off.
When Peter is finally naked in front of Deadpool, the merc circles him before stopping at his back again. His imagination starts to sparkle again, showing images of him being bent down as they are so close to the sofa, or maybe even on the floor… The sound of metal makes Peter go back to the present and he does not need to turn to see what it is. Deadpool shows him a pair of handcuffs, cheap ones with that fluffy pink fur and Peter listens the amusement on the merc’s voice when he states:
— If I’m using your mouth, you won’t be needing your hands, right?
Peter likes the idea very much, so much that he is distracted long enough for Deadpool to restrain his wrists and just then he says:
— They aren’t going to hold me.
He tests the resistance of the cuffs and he knows it will not need much for Peter to break them. He considers just doing it and than Deadpool will have to find something stronger to restrain him, but the merc interrupts his thoughts by saying:
— That’s why you’ll be very careful with them, won’t you? You’ll keep your hands on your back, ‘cause you’re a good boy.
Peter shivers and stops his hands, he even make his fingers intertwine just to be sure he will not break them. Then, a thought crosses his mind, and he can not hold it back:
— What if I don’t? — Slowly, Peter looks to Deadpool over his shoulder, and adds: — Would you… punish me? — He watches as the merc takes a deep breath and says nothing, he probes: — Daddy? — Deadpool leans on Peter’s direction, and when the spider thinks he would finally pounce on him, the merc holds back and steps away.
— I see I’ll have to do the speaking now. — The merc circles Peter and stop in front of him, at least a step away. — We’re gonna start slow, no spanking or daddy talk today, clear? — The dissatisfaction must be clear in Peter’s expression, because the next thing Deadpool declares is: — Don’t make this face, I’m not going back. We should discuss this clearly before doing it and I just know you really need this talk, ‘cause you seem the type of guy who’d jump head first without being sure your partner would take good care of you. — Peter really can not deny any of Deadpool’s accusations as it is what he is doing right now. — And use your words to make things clear or if want to add something, okay?
Peter starts nodding, but when he watches Deadpool silently raising an eyebrow he notices what he has just done.
— Okay.
— Good. Today I’ll be fucking your throat, and you won’t be able to use your mouth to speak and stop me, and your hands are tied; so if at any point it is too much and want me to stop, you break the cuffs and you won’t even need to push me back because I’ll stop, I’ll be paying attention, you don’t need to worry about it. I won’t force you.
— No?
The question leave Peter’s lips before he can even think, or consider that Deadpool had been warning him about not having any type of punishment today. By the look on the mask, Peter is not sure if the merc wants to reprimand him or question further, he does not seem ready to pounce on him as he did earlier. This makes weird things to Peter and he is not sure if it is only the excitement or nervousness about what is about to happen. He steps closer as he whispers:
— Can’t we just…
The gloved hand on his chest makes him stop, he stares at it as he was clearly stopped from moving closer and it makes him angry and displeased, but Deadpool is finally touching him and it leaves Peter confused and without knowing what to do next.
— Let’s make something else clear. —The merc’s voice is serious and Peter instantly goes back to staring at the mask upon hearing it. — I’m the one giving the orders today, aren’t I?
Peter nods, and he remembers as soon as he had done it that he was asked to speak out loud before, he is not reprimanded by it now. Although Peter can see as Deadpool narrows his eyes as the white lenses of his mask copy his movement, he does not comment about Peter not using his words. Peter feels that Deadpool wants to say something to that, maybe even go back on his word about no spanking, and instead of it making Peter want to use his words to appease him, a rush of excitement goes through Peter’s body and he starts to wonder how much further he can not listen to what Deadpool asked and what would take him to force Peter into obedience, into… submission. Maybe the merc can see Peter intent on his eyes, as he takes a deep breath and not mentioning Peter’s bad behavior, he just inquires:
— Have I told you to step closer? — Peter perks up, the hand feeling heavier against his skin and he leans on it before letting a low denial leave his lips. — Then, why are you moving?
Peter holds back his breath and holds back last minute the moan that tries to leave his lips. He feels a warm and strange sensation on his lower belly and an urge to keep defying. Jesus, the tone Deadpool used, the danger slipping from his words…
— I’d pick a cushion for you, to not hurt your knees while I use you. — Peter is not strong enough to not whimper after listening to it, and the hand pressing on his chest just moves! He can’t. There is no way that Peter can keep his act up, not when Deadpool is daring to do exactly what Peter had planned… The hand touches his shoulder and stop, only for the merc to demand: — On your knees, baby boy.
He goes down fast, maybe too fast, as the loud noise from his knees hitting the floor floods into the room. But Peter can not think about anything else besides that it is finally happening. He watches intensively the hand getting away from his shoulder and Deadpool opens his belt. Peter holds his breath and does not notice as he leans further, he sees the outline of Deadpool’s cock on his pants, he wants to watch as it is finally free and Peter can have his mouth on it. His focus on the dick is probably why he only notices that Deadpool is holding something on his hands when he steps closer and takes his hands to Peter face. He sees the piece of black fabric before it is placed in front of his eyes. A complaint leave his lips as Deadpool ties it behind his head.
— Can you see anything?
Since when, exactly, pieces of fabric are this thick? No he can not see anything.
Deadpool sounds very cheerful when Peter does not hide his dissatisfaction when answering, and Peter just not keep complaining because he listen to the zipper being opened.
— At a loss of words, pumpkin?
As Peter opens his mouth to reply, or just ask why his throat is not being fucked yet, he feels the tip rubbing on his lips and he instinctively goes after it, just to be held by his hair and shoved against Deadpool’s crotch. He smells the arousal, he feels the wetness of precum on his skin and he tastes it when using his tongue. His face is smashed against the base and he can only give it tentative licks where he reaches as he feels incredibly hot with the cock pressed on his cheek. Then, Deadpool holds his head back, pulling his hair and making Peter pant because of the pain and the need. As Peter mouth opened for him to moan, Deadpool does not wait before shoving his cock in it. Peter moans at the taste and the groan Deadpool let out makes him shiver, he soon pulls back and it makes Peter whimper.
— Watch out with your teeth or I’m not gonna last enough to fuck your throat properly.
His voice is filled with need and desire, and Peter senses him getting closer to his mouth again, he stutters:
— How?
Deadpool stops, he feels the cock close to his mouth and want to dig in once more, but Deadpool warned him before and even if he wanted to test his luck, he is still being held in place by his hair.
— Have you never given head before? — Peter does not say anything, but he feels his face flushing. It seems to be enough of an answer to the merc. — So you’ve never had your throat fucked, neither? — The flush seem to be going to other parts of his body besides his face, strangely shy and with a sense of shame dominating him all over, even more when he moan feeling the tip of Deadpool’s boot touching his cock. — And you’re hard like this just by the thought of it, anyway? Perv. — Peter whimper and moves his hips unintentionally having more contact with Deadpool’s boot. — Fine, I’ll help you out this time, you can even hump on my leg like a dog in heat, but you better pick up quickly ‘cause next time I won’t be this patient. — The noises Peter let out are a clear sign that everything Deadpool is saying is just making Peter be worked up. Then, as he feels Deadpool’s thumb entering his mouth and the taste of the leather makes him salivate, Peter obediently wait as Deadpool says: — Here, you have to cover these teeth with your tongue. Not everybody is a fan of feeling them on their cocks. — The thumb caress Peter lower front teeth, and he let his tongue cover them when Deadpool instructs him on what to do. Deadpool change the finger on his mouth to his index and middle fingers and orders: — Suck ‘em. — And he instructs Peter on what to do and how to move his tongue, then he makes them go all the way inside Peter’s mouth and almost have him chocking on them. — That’s it, hold it in and breath through your nose, or I won’t be able to fuck your hole properly. Or should I just force it in anyway?
Peter moans and choke at the thought, he listens to Deadpool’s laugh as he let Peter recover before ordering him to open his mouth once more.
— You have to take it this time — he warns and Peter shivers. Patiently, Peter wait for the fingers to enter his mouth again, just to be surprised when the head of Deadpool’s cock brushes against his tongue. — Wanna try giving it a suck first? — The merc does not wait for Peter to answer, or to even think if he should say yes or just start begging for it, he begins to penetrate Peter’s mouth and make slow thrusts as Peter adjusts and start sucking and moaning, every time Peter thinks about needing more inside his mouth, Deadpool seems to read his thoughts and give him more. Peter is drooling and moaning and has not notice he is pressing his cock on Deadpool’s boot, maybe that is why he just notices that it is finally happening when he almost choke on the cock, he feels it reaching the back of his throat and not give him enough time to recover before Deadpool keep thrusting it in slowly, he only stops when Peter’s nose reach the base. — Fuck, I wouldn’t mind leaving you like this forever, a very pretty cock-sleeve
Peter moans and presses harder against the boot, he feels his lungs struggling and the need of getting away reaching him, but Deadpool keeps holding him on place. He moves his hips to get away and Deadpool retreats his cock a bit, Peter thinks he will be able to breath and he barely has a taste of it before the cock being shoved in again. As Peter is trembling all over and whimpering, he notices he accidentally bit Deadpool and that he is still pressing on his boot and only at the thought of it being too much is that he realizes he has come.
— Fuck. — He listens to the curse before Deadpool pulling out his cock from him; he complains on instinct, he was out of air, but this does not mean the cock should get out. The merc chuckles and tease: — How does my spunk taste?
— Wha…?
— Oh, was it too deep? It’s your fault for biting me. — Deadpool clicks his tongue in disapproval. Peter feels like crying, he was too busy feeling good from his own orgasm that he could not even sense or taste Deadpool’s. — You’re lucky I have no refractory period — he states as he brushes his hard cock on Peter’s cheek.
— Can I try again?
— I haven’t fucked your throat properly yet, of course we’re trying again.
Peter perks up and even without being ordered to, he opens his mouth to receive the cock.
— If you keep coming on my shoes I’ll make you lick it clean later — he warns.
— Really?
He hears when Deadpool huffs a laugh, but he does not say anything else and put his cock in Peter’s month once more.