Spider-Man/Deadpool - "Are You Drunk?"
“Are you drunk?”
Peter had crawled on top of Wade, who had been trying to sleep. “Little bit,” he purred, ducking down to plant a sloppy kiss on his lips.
Wade raised an eyebrow. “You taste really drunk.”
“I’ve got something else you can taste.”
Wade made a choked noise. “Baby boy, I’m all for sexual innuendos, but I think maybe you’ve had a bit-”
Peter grabbed both of Wade’s hands and pinned them above Wade’s head effortlessly. Wade made a pained moan. Damn his kinks. No, damn his morals.
“I’m feeling pretty lucid.”
“Peter you’re purring your words and humping my leg.”
Peter nuzzled into Wade’s neck. “Maybe I’m just having a good night.”
Wade squirmed in his grip. “Peter.”
Peter hummed and kissed him, then began a trail of kisses down his neck. “A very good night.”
Wade groaned. “Off Peter, get off.”
“What do you think I’m trying to do?”
Wade sighed and rolled over. Peter fell off the bed.
Wade rolled his eyes and turned over. “You can join me if you want Petey, but no sex till you sober up.”
Peter made a pained noise but slid into the bed next to him, muttering angrily under his breath about ungrateful boyfriends.