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"You know what they say, Wade," Peter quipped, his voice a playful tease as he swung through the concrete jungle of New York City. "The night is young, and so are we.""And yet, somehow, I'm always the one getting the short end of the stick," Deadpool replied with a chuckle, his twisted grin peeking out from behind the red and black mask. The mercenary's voice had a hint of mock sadness to it, but Peter could sense the excitement bubbling just beneath the surface."Oh, come on," Peter shot back, a smirk playing on his lips as he landed gracefully next to the unpredictable antihero. "You're just jealous you can't stick to walls like me."Deadpool rolled his eyes. "Please, Pete. Spiders are so passé. Now, if you had a healing factor and some sweet swords."With a dramatic flourish, Peter flipped over and hung upside down from a nearby lamppost, his spider-sense tingling with mischief. He leaned in, his masked face only inches from Deadpool's, his intentions as clear as the starlit night above them. "How about we settle this with a kiss?"Deadpool's grin grew wider, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, you're really going there? Classic Spidey move."The tension between them grew palpable as Peter leaned in closer, his heart racing. His spider-sense was on high alert, not just for danger but for the sheer absurdity of the situation. Just before their lips were about to meet, a sudden gust of wind caught Peter off-guard, causing him to wobble slightly. His grip tightened on the lamppost, but the fabric of his costume had other plans.With an audible rip, the seam at Peter's crotch gave way, sending a chill down his spine. His eyes went wide with horror as he felt his costume tear open, revealing his most intimate parts to the world. His cock and balls flopped out.Deadpool, caught up in the moment, had closed his eyes in anticipation of the kiss. He remained blissfully unaware of Peter's mortifying wardrobe malfunction. The wind played with the flaps of fabric around Peter's groin. He thought he die from embarrassment.The unthinkable happened. Deadpool, leaning in for the kiss, made contact not with Peter's eager mouth, but with his dangling testicles. Peter let out a muffled gasp, his face reddening behind the mask.For a solid minute, Deadpool remained oblivious, his eyes still closed, as he passionately kissed Peter's exposed balls, mistaking them for Peter's face. The irony of the situation was lost on him, as he thought he was giving Peter the kiss of a lifetime. Peter, on the other hand, felt like he was living his worst nightmare. The soft, wet smacking sounds filled the air as Peter's shock grew. But another part of him liked the feeling. Deadpools tongue feels amazing on his balls.Deadpool's eyes snapped open as Peter's grip on the lamppost gave out, sending him into a freefall. With a yelp, Peter's body slipped down the lamppost, his legs wrapping around Deadpool's neck and his now-bare crotch smacking against Deadpool's face. The mercenary's eyes widened in shock and confusion, staring at Peter's exposed cock and balls."Well, that's definitely not the Spider-Kiss I was expecting," Deadpool exclaimed, his voice muffled by Peter's balls present against his mouth.Peter's body convulsed in a mix of shock and unexpected pleasure. The vibrations from Deadpool's voice resonated through his sensitive skin, sending shivers down his spine. He couldn't believe this was happening. "W-Wade," Peter managed to croak out, his voice strained. Peter whispered, his voice a little breathless. "Don't talk."But Deadpool, ever the opportunist, took Peter's reaction as a sign of encouragement. He leaned closer, his breath hot against Peter's skin as he spoke in a low, sultry tone, "Oh, but Pete, I can't help it. Your little spider-sac is just so... tempting."The vibrations from Deadpool's words sent ripples of pleasure through Peter's body, his balls tightening with every syllable. He groaned, his hips jerking slightly, pushing his cock against the mercenary's cheek. "W-Wade," Peter stuttered, his voice thick with desire and embarrassment.Ignoring Peter's plea for silence, Deadpool leaned in closer, his tongue flicking out to trace the contour of Peter's ballsack. "So, does Spider-Man like it when I talk dirty?" he murmured, his breath tickling Peter's skin. Peter's eyes rolled back in his head as a soft moan escaped his lips.Deadpool took that as an affirmative, his tongue delving further, exploring Peter's balls with surprising gentleness. The sensation was overwhelming, and Peter's body responded involuntarily, his legs tightening around Deadpool's neck, drawing him closer.With a mischievous smile, Deadpool opened his mouth and took Peter's balls into his mouth, sucking gently. Peter's breath hitched, his eyes shooting wide open. The pleasure was intense, like nothing he'd ever felt before. The world around them fell away, the only sounds the suckling noise and Peter's stifled gasps.Deadpool's tongue danced around Peter's balls, teasing and licking, as he deep-throated them with surprising skill. Peter's legs tightened even more around the mercenary's neck, his body trembling. He couldn't believe he was getting head from Deadpool in the middle of the city.As Peter's eyes rolled back in ecstasy, he noticed that his head was now level with Deadpool's crotch. He could see the mercenary's cock, hard and straining against his tight black pants. The fabric was soaked with precum, and Peter could smell the faint musk of arousal. The sight sent a jolt of excitement through him, making his cock throb.Without thinking, Peter reached out with his free hand and gripped Deadpool's bulge through his costume. He squeezed gently, feeling the heat and hardness beneath his palm. Deadpool's eyes shot open, and he pulled back, coughing and spluttering around Peter's balls. "Well, well, well," he chuckled, his voice raspy. "Looks like someone's enjoying this little detour more than he's letting on."Emboldened by his own arousal, Peter took the opportunity to shove his cock down Deadpool's throat, the head pushing past the mercenary's lips and delving deep into the warm cavern of his mouth. Deadpool's eyes went wide with surprise, but he quickly recovered, his throat relaxing to accommodate Peter's length. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of terror and pleasure that made Peter's toes curl.Deadpool's mouth was like a vice around Peter's cock, his tongue swirling around the shaft as he took him deeper. Peter's breaths grew ragged, his hips bucking slightly as he felt the mercenary's teeth graze his skin. The wetness, the heat, the suction... it was all too much, and Peter knew he wouldn't last long.With each thrust, Peter's balls slapped against Deadpool's nose. The mercenary's eyes watered slightly, but his grip on Peter's thighs tightened, urging him to keep going. Peter couldn't believe the turn the evening had taken. It was supposed to be a friendly banter, a tease between allies, but now...Now, Peter found himself lost in the sensation of Deadpool's mouth around his cock, the way his tongue danced along his shaft and his teeth grazed his skin.With a surge of bravado, Peter leaned in and used his teeth to deftly unzip the mercenary's pants. The zipper gave way with a metallic zing, and Deadpool's cock sprang free, bobbing in the cool night air. The sight was obscene and erotic, and Peter felt his own arousal spike even higher.Deadpool's eyes gleamed with mischief as Peter took his cock in hand, stroking it with an enthusiasm that belied his inexperience. The mercenary's hips bucked, pushing his cock into Peter's fist. "Oh, Pete," he murmured around Peter's cock, his voice muffled.Peter felt a thrill of power surge through him. He'd never been with a man before, but something about the moment just felt... right. He stroked Deadpool's cock with more confidence, watching the mercenary's face contort with pleasure. The sounds of the slap of Peter's hand against Deadpool's pelvis filled the alleyway.As Peter felt the familiar tingle in his balls, signaling his approaching climax. Peter's orgasm hit him like a freight train. His cock pulsed, sending ropes of cum down Deadpool's throat. The mercenary's eyes shot open. The sensation was too much for Peter to handle, and he let out a guttural moan, his eyes rolling back in his head. Peter flexibly grabbed deadpools balls and squeezed as hard as he could.Deadpool's eyes watered, and he chocked slightly on Peter's cum, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he swallowed, his throat muscles working to keep up with Peter's release. The pressure in Peter's hand on his balls increased, and he knew Peter was feeling good. Witch he thought was worth the pain in his balls.As Peter's orgasm subsided, his grip loosened, and he slipped out of Deadpool's mouth with a wet pop. The mercenary coughed, then grinned down at him. "Not bad for a first-timer," he said, wiping a bit of cum from the corner of his mouth. Peter couldn't help but feel a bit proud, despite the awkwardness of the situation."Let me stand up," Peter managed to say, his voice still thick with lust. He needed to get his bearings, to process what had just happened. Deadpool chuckled and stepped back, allowing Peter to untangle himself from the lamppost and stand shakily on his own two feet.The costume was a disaster, but Peter's mind was on other things. He looked down at his exposed cock, still semi-hard and glistening with saliva. He felt a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "Wade," he began, not quite knowing what to say.But before he could, his gaze was drawn to Deadpool's still-erect cock, bobbing in the moonlight. The mercenary had taken Peter's orgasm in stride, but he was still very much in the throes of his own arousal. The sight of Deadpool's cock, standing tall and proud, was oddly mesmerizing. Peter felt a strange sense of responsibility. He had started this, after all accident or not.With a tremble in his legs, Peter sank to his knees. The concrete was cold and unforgiving, but he barely noticed as he took a deep breath and leaned in to kiss the tip of Deadpool's cock. The mercenary's eyes widened, and he let out a guttural groan, his hands finding Peter's shoulders for balance."Let me suck your cock," Peter murmured, his voice a mix of shyness and eagerness. It was a strange sensation, asking to give pleasure like this, but he wanted to return the favor. "As a... as a thank you," he added, his cheeks flushingwith heat.Deadpool's eyes gleamed with amusement and desire. "Oh, you're going to suck me off, Pete?" He didn't wait for Peter to answer, instead guiding Peter's mouth closer to his cock. Peter took a deep breath and opened his mouth, wrapping his lips around the head of Deadpool's cock. It was hot and hard, and Peter's heart raced as he tasted the salty precum.He began to bob his head, taking more and more of the mercenary's length with each stroke. Deadpool's grip on Peter's shoulders tightened, his hips bucking slightly as Peter found a rhythm. Peter's tongue swirled around the shaft, exploring every ridge and vein. He could feel Deadpool's excitement growing with every moment, and it only spurred him on."I wonder what Jameson would pay for pictures of Spider-Man like this," Deadpool quipped, his voice strained with pleasure. The thought of the cantankerous newspaper editor's reaction to the scandalous scene was almost too much for Peter to handle. He had to stifle a laugh, the vibration of it against Deadpool's cock making the mercenary's knees wobble.The alley was a cacophony of sounds: Peter's eager slurps and moans, the slap of skin on skin, and the occasional car passing by, oblivious to the erotic encounter happening in the shadows. Peter's spider-sense was on high alert, but it was for the danger of being caught rather than for any actual threats.Deadpool's cock grew even harder under Peter's enthusiastic ministrations. The mercenary's eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a long, low groan. "Fuck, yes, Pete," he murmured, his voice tight with pleasure. Peter took that as encouragement, taking more of Deadpool's length into his mouth, his tongue dancing along the sensitive underside of the shaft.As Peter's mouth worked over Deadpool's cock, the mercenary's breathing grew ragged. His hands tangled in Peter's hair, guiding the young hero's movements. "That's it, Pete," he panted, his voice strained. "Take it all." Peter's throat tightened around the mercenary's cock, his eyes watering slightly as he took him to the back of his throat.Deadpool's legs began to shake, and Peter could feel the tension building. He bobbed faster, eager to taste the culmination of their impromptu tryst. Suddenly, with a roar, Deadpool's cock pulsed, and Peter felt the warmth of cum flood his mouth. He swallowed, trying not to gag as the mercenary's seed filled his throat. The taste was salty and bitter, but Peter found it surprisingly addictive.As Deadpool's orgasm subsided, Peter pulled back, his lips slick with cum. He looked up at the mercenary, whose expression was a mix of shock and satisfaction. "Holy shit, Pete," Deadpool gasped, his eyes wide. "Where the hell did you learn to do that?""I... I've never done that before," Peter admitted, his cheeks aflame. The words came out in a rush, the truth of his inexperience leaving him feeling vulnerable. "Was it... was I good?"Deadpool's expression softened, a rare moment of sincerity breaking through the chaos. He leaned down, his thumb brushing away a drop of cum from the corner of Peter's mouth. "You have nothing to worry about, Spidey," he assured, his voice a low murmur. "You're a natural."The words hit Peter like a punchline to a dirty joke, and he couldn't help but laugh. It was absurd, the situation they'd found themselves in, but here they were. He took a shaky breath, trying to compose himself. "I'll... I'll take that as a compliment," Peter chuckled, his cheeks burning.Deadpool's grin grew wider as he watched Peter's reaction, his thumb still lingering on Peter's mouth. He couldn't resist poking fun at the hero's newfound talents. "Who knew Spider-Man had a mouth made for cock?" he quipped, his voice low and playful.The sound of their laughter echoed through the alleyway, mixing with the distant sirens of the city. It was a moment of shared intimacy between two unlikely partners, a moment that Peter would never forget. He stood up, his legs wobbly, and looked at Deadpool with a mix of awe and curiosity. "So, uh, does this mean we're... an item now?" Peter asked, trying to keep his voice steady.Deadpool's grin grew even wider, the corners of his eyes crinkling with mirth. "What? Because we swapped spit and I had your nuts in my mouth, you think we're going steady?" He chuckled, then leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a murmur. "But just because we sucked each other off once doesn't mean we're a couple, Pete. That's not how it works."Peter felt his heart drop, the weight of the moment settling on his shoulders. "Oh, I... I didn't mean it like that," he stuttered, trying to backpedal. "It's just..." He trailed off, unable to find the right words.Deadpool leaned in closer, his eyes searching Peter's. "But if you did want to ask me out," he murmured, his voice a low purr, "I wouldn't say no." The air between them was charged, thick with unspoken desires and the scent of their recent intimacy. Peter's mind raced, trying to process what was happening. Was this really happening?"D-Deadpool," Peter began, his voice still shaky with arousal. "I-I don't know what to say." He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "I've never... I mean, I've never dated a guy before."Deadpool shrugged, his expression unreadable behind the mask. "It's not much different than dating a woman, Pete," he said casually. "Except for, you know, my balls are going to be slapping your face every now and then."Peter's blush deepened, his heart racing. He couldn't believe they were having this conversation. But as he looked into Deadpool's eyes, he saw something there that made him pause. There was a softness, a vulnerability that was rarely seen beneath the mercenary's usual bravado. "Okay," Peter managed to murmur. "Okay, I... I'd like to try."Deadpool's grin grew wider, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "Well, well," he said, his voice filled with a warmth that Peter had never heard before. "Looks like we're going on a date, Spidey." He leaned in and kissed Peter, this time on the lips. It was gentle, tender, and Peter melted into it, his body responding in ways he'd never thought possible.As they broke apart, Peter could taste the saltiness of his own cum on Deadpool's lips, and he realized that the mercenary could taste him as well. The realization sent a fresh wave of arousal through Peter's body, his cock twitching with interest. He licked his lips, savoring the taste.Deadpool chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Mm, you taste like victory," he murmured, his tongue flicking out to catch a stray drop of cum on Peter's bottom lip. The gesture was so casual, so intimate, that Peter felt his stomach flip."But seriously, Pete," Deadpool said, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. "How do you deal with the whole... dick-flapping-in-the-wind situation with that suit of yours?"Peter chuckled nervously, looking down at the gaping hole in his costume. "It's... it's fine," he assured, though the blush on his cheeks betrayed his embarrassment. "The suit's made of nanobots. It's already repairing itself."Deadpool raised an eyebrow. "Well, that's handy," he said, his voice still carrying a hint of amusement. "But maybe next time, we should find a more private spot for our little... detours."