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Peter felt suffocated, he felt his suit clinging to his body, he was hot, he was short of breath.
Damn sex pollen.
He was frustrated, he needed release, the pain of keeping his erection hard was becoming more and more present.
He was far from his apartment and, anyway, he couldn't move that far without New Yorkers noticing him.
He was desperate.
So desperate that he could hardly walk.
It was too risky to go out on the streets, which, even though it was night, were always lit up.
After all, it is New York.
Peter couldn't stand it any longer, he ducked into an alley and went all the way to the bottom.
He couldn't stand the pressure the suit was putting on him.
It was painful, but secretly it was also pleasurable.
He was so sticky.
"Fuck..." He balled up as he enjoyed the painful pressure on his crotch.
He couldn't help but moan, moans that tried to be silenced by her own hands.
It hadn't even been ten minutes, but Peter felt it like an eternity.
He was sweating, he was hot, his hips moved anxiously, her crotch demanded to be stimulated. He tried to think of something else, He really tried.
It was hell.
shit
"what the fuck do I do now?" he whispered to himself.
He removed his hands from his mouth to put them on his head in an act of desperation.
"God, why me, I know it's been a long time since I've done it, but.....
shit,
this isn't the way."
He couldn't stop cursing, it was something of a nervous tic.
He lowered his hand guiltily.
He slipped it into his pants (Yes, the suit is a two-piece).
He was so sensitive.
Then he began to stimulate himself up and down, pulling the prominent erection out of his pants.
He was enjoying it so much, he could hardly control the volume of his whimpers.
"So fucking good hmm".
He sighed, he felt like any passerby could hear his heart pounding.
He was seeing blurry, but that was the least of his problems.
"I shouldn't be doing this, but it's so
so
so fucking ghnm..."
"Spidey?"
Shit,
He recognized the voice.
Peter quickly placed his erection back into his pants, the pressure killing him.
He was so close.
But this somehow helped clear his mind.
What the fuck was he thinking masturbating in semi-public!?
Even worse, with the Spider-Man suit.
Shit
"Spidey, is that you?"
All that was left for him was to pray he hadn't noticed.
"That sounded fuckamenge hot."
Deadpool was already inches from Peter's face, squatting down.
Peter was so lost in thought that it took him by surprise.
He's so close
I could touch his face right now
his body
his... his...
"Cat got your tongue? Wait.... Do spiders have tongues?"
Peter pushed Wade to the floor and slithered on top of him. Their crotches were aligned.
With one hand he pressed Deadpool's mask, thus covering his mouth. He was too embarrassed to listen to what he would say in a situation like this.
Feeling suffocated, he pulled the mask up to his nose.
Then, without asking (which in his 5 senses he would NEVER do) he started touching himself on top of Deadpool, still wearing clothes.
He knew what he was doing, his face was burning with shame, but he couldn't stop himself.
He stimulated himself by rubbing his erection up and down, squeezing at irregular intervals.
Faster and faster.
Each time with more and more pressure.
"I'm so sticky" Peter whined to himself.
"'Pool" he groaned. "F-Forgive me."
His hips moved in rhythm with each stimulation. He needed more, he didn't want to just touch himself over his suit, but he also didn't want deadpool to see that part of him either, mostly because he wouldn't be able to look him in the eye after this.
He brought the hand that was covering Deadpool's mouth up to cover the eyes of the mask. At least he wouldn't feel so embarrassed like this, right?
This made Deadpool let out all the gasps that had been pent up, his were clinging to the concrete, occasionally hesitating whether to touch the hero, but ending up not doing so....
Peter pulled his pants down to his thigh, the cold air of the place sending a shiver through his entire body. He was becoming more and more aroused.
This way he could stimulate himself more easily, his fisted hand squeezing steadily as it traveled the entire length with speed. His hips kept synchronizing.
The alley was filled with lewd sounds, endless panting, cursing.
Peter wanted more stimulation, at least he wanted to use both hands. He needed it
"p-please don't see, 'pool... "He said hesitantly and pleadingly "Please "he whimpered between gasps then removing his hand from the deadpool mask, he used it to stimulate the head of his penis in circles and pressing, while the other took care of the rest.
His eyes suddenly widened as he felt deadpool's gloved hands position themselves on his hips, he grabbed them and pressed them hard against his crotch.
His back arched back from the sudden increase in stimulation.
Peter couldn't help but moan as he felt Deadpool's erection against his own. Their moans combined, sometimes gasping, sometimes cursing.
D.P. wasted no time. He moved Peter's hips to his liking.
Which he did with little effort, that only made Peter become aroused with every thrust.
"P-please" He gasped with need "So close".
Deadpool tightened his grip, peter bit his lip, closed his eyes tightly, increased the speed of his grip and felt the orgasm coursing through his entire body. A jet of semen shot out against Deadpool's chest.
But to his surprise: Deadpool didn't stop. He didn't give Peter time to speak.
He kept using it, rubbing it against his erection as he moaned. The over stimulation made all of Peter throb and quiver against Deadpool, causing him to cum after a while as well.
Peter lay next to Deadpool, pulling up his pants and breathing heavily.
It made him a little uneasy how quiet Deadpool had been the whole time, he had said almost nothing (apart from gasps and grunts, of course).
He felt an obligation to break the silence.
"Tell me you didn't see," Peter said exhaustedly.
"See what, how a spider was trying to pull out its web?" said Deadpool feigning innocence.
"You moron" Peter said as he let out a small laugh hiding the embarrassment that refused to go away, inwardly thanking him for breaking that tension.
"Are we going to pretend this didn't happen? I mean, I don't think I can get this out of my mind, you looked so sexy."
....
"Spidey?"
...
He had left
"Fuck."