Spider-Man/Deadpool - "You Heard Me. Take. It. Off."
"You heard me. Take. It. Off.” Peter kept his gaze steady as he stared back at Wade. Or tried to. Wade was wearing that damned mask.
Wade hesitated. “But it’s so kinky if I keep it on,” he protested.
Peter glared and folded his arms. “Take it off Wade.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Wade, we’ve had sex before, you don’t have to-”
“I do!” Wade cut in. “It’s not pretty Peter.”
Peter stepped forward and Wade stepped back.
Peter held up his hands. “Please. For me.”
Wade looked down, wringing his hands. “Don’t make me.”
Peter moved forward again, and this time Wade didn’t back away.
He rested his hands on Wade’s shoulders. “Wade I…” He took a deep breath. “I love you. Just..” and his hands fell to the bottom of Wade’s mask. “Please.”
There was a pause. Wade leant forward and pressed his forehead against Peter’s. “Rude,” he murmured finally. “Using the ‘l’ word against me.” He reached up and squeezed Peter’s hands.
Peter gently tugged it upwards, giving Wade plenty of time to object as it slowly came undone.
He dropped the mask on the floor.
And he stepped up to kiss him, wrapping his arms around Wade’s neck. Wade’s hands pressed against Peter’s back, pulling him closer.
His eyes searched Peter’s as they pulled apart.
Peter gave him a soft smile, focussing on not scaring him off. His hands shifted to Wade’s cheeks, gently moving his face from side to side, taking in the scarring. Then he smiled and reached up, kissing him again.
Wade made a soft, happy noise.
Peter rested his head against Wade’s shoulder.
“Bed?” Wade purred in Peter’s ear.
Peter looked up at him with an evil grin. “Bed.” He agreed.