It is totally an appropriate time to whistle!

"Can't kiss you with your mask on."

Okay. Okay okay it's cool. He can do this thing. He can look at Asher Stark with his mask off and then kiss him and not freak the fuck out.

He reaches up to peel it off.

And then there he is. He gives Asher a lopsided grin. (Not like that, you tool.)

"...hey. Sorry about the, uh, mask hair."

This is totally the part of his appearance he would be worried about.

Asher flinches.

...yeah, that's...

That's about what he expected.

He flinches a little himself, and then looks away.

And then Asher very deliberately presses his lips against Deadpool's. 

–wait. Wait, what? That's not what comes next in this narrative. Guy says he's down and then flinches and makes his apologies and then he walks home.

The thing that comes next in this story is not Asher Stark kissing him on purpose.

He startles a little, jerks against him and makes a little noise of shock against his lips, and then kisses him back desperately.

Desperate kissing is fun. 

Asher pushes him up against the wall and fists Deadpool's hair and puts his other hand on the back of Deadpool's neck.

–oh good. Up against the wall is good.

He pulls deliberately against the hand in his hair and gasps into Asher's mouth.

Asher pulls Deadpool's hair harder. His hand snakes around to the front and wraps around Deadpool's throat.

He makes a breathless "mm-hmm" noise and pulls Asher's hand in by the wrist.

He rests his forehead against Deadpool's. "I don't have to be gentle with you at all, do I?"

He shakes his head minutely.

"Fuck me up–'s much as you want–"

He rolls his hips forward against Asher's.

"Good," Asher says, and kisses him, and tightens the hand around his throat so that he can't breathe.

He tries to breathe, anyway, tries to gasp for air just to feel that he can't.

As his lungs start to burn, as he starts to get lightheaded, he starts to squirm under Asher's hand, face flushed, pulse fluttering against his palm.

(He's incredibly hard.)

"Next time, I should plan better. Knives, definitely... How much can it hurt before you stop liking it?"

Oh yes please knives.

("Next time.")

He tries to respond, but it's a little hard to speak when you're being so thoroughly choked out. His lips move, though. Never stop.

Oh, good point. Asher lets Deadpool's throat go, steps back, and snaps his fingers.

His gloves and the armor on his arms fly over and wrap themselves around his arms.

For a second, he just gasps for air.

Then he looks.

He laughs, high and giddy.

"Oh fuck – what are you gonna do with those, huh–?"

"Depends on what you're up for-- I could just hit you without getting tired but, like, I can break bones--"

He makes a little noise in his throat.

"Don't ask just do it – I can safeword, I know how to say 'safeword' –"

"I'm not going to break bones the first time we have sex without asking first!"

He grabs Deadpool's shoulder and elbow and snaps his arm like a twig.

"–fuck!"

He moans, halfway to a scream, loudly enough that they can probably hear it in the next room. His hips jerk and his whole body twitches.

"Oh, oh fuck, yes–"

Sounds like a reason to do the same thing on the other side!