#webbedthunder

Even when not in his big green form, Bruce could still really deliver quite a fuck. Steve found that impressive. While he'd yet to have sex with that guy, he knew Bruce enough to recognize that behind the calm and cool demeanor laid an angry, pent-up fiend who needed to get his aggressions out from time to time.

And who would Steve be to deny him an outlet for that?"

37. || from here. || accepting.

"Bet you think you're so cute looking like this, don't cha, 'Spidey'." Frank teases, his tongue tracing side to side of his own lips as he watches the head of his cock do the same of the younger hero's lips. His hand softly holding onto Peter's chin as Frank pushed his hips slightly into the younger man's mouth. "And to think you were lying about that friendly part of Friendly Neighborhood Spider-man."

Hushed breathes exit the older man. He knew he wasn't supposed to have this in depth of an interview with SHIELD potentials, but no better time for it than on company time. Frank's thumb joins Peter's mouth, giving it a slight stretch as he pushes his cock deeper into his throat. "Taking it like a trooper."

Whenever Scott made the trek from Westchester —or, increasingly, Krakoa— he alway seemed to find time for Spider-Man. They didn't know one another very well, whoever this Spider-Man was, but damn if he didn't know how to suck a cock. It's like the seedy alleyway they usually met within enhanced his abilities... or maybe that was another one of this Spidey's powers.

It might have seemed creepy, but Steve liked watching Thor sleep. A man so imposing and large such as himself seemed to peaceful while unconscious. Almost made him seem small, even. It felt like a privilege to share a bed with Thor. Not many got a view like this — but then again, Cap wasn't like many.

He also can't help himself. Can't help getting handsy.

It seemed in every universe, this one and beyond, that Peter couldn't help but apologize for himself or minimize risk at every turn. Admirable, but it did get old sometimes. But it also made him seem all the more sweeter.

After a particularly rigorous session of marathon sex —Steve playing the role of bottom this time— he decided he needed to decompress in the shower while Peter slept off the damage. Or, at least, Steve thought he'd be sleeping.