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Weary and defeated, Peter asks, “Wade, where are you going?” opening his eyes and looking at the mercenary.
The man freezes, their eyes locking in the dim light, and after a short pause, he says, “Hey, don’t worry Petey-pumpkin! I’ll be back in a bit, okay? You just go ahead and go back to sleep, yeah?”
Sitting up, Peter frowns. He sighs and admits, “You’ve been sneaking out for the past three months, and I’m tired of acting like I haven’t noticed.”
“You- What?”
“Good- You’re not denying it, at least," he says defeatedly. "So tell me, Wade.” Peter clenches his jaw, taking in a calming breath, his brow furrowing before he asks, “Are you cheating on me?” his voice filled with disappointment.
“What?!” The man exclaims, “That’s crazy! I-”
Peter can’t stop his eyes from watering, and Wade leans forward, cradling his face in his hands. Peter bats them away, growling suddenly and lunging, pinning the mercenary before he can do more than let out a startled yelp. He gets the man pressed to the bed with little struggle as Wade tries to jerk free.
Leaning in close, the man stills as Peter growls, “You sneak out every week and stay gone for hours! Then, when you do come back, you reek of sex, Wade. So, I followed you. And you go to some shitty hotel or rundown BnB, and come out looking happier than you ever have with me! So don’t you dare call me crazy.”
Wade is staring up at him with wide eyes, and he shifts again, trying to get out of the smaller man’s unrelenting grip. “P-Petey-pie, I haven’t fucked anyone other than you in years. I can get that what you’ve seen looks really suspicious, but I promise-”
Peter scoffs, asking, “And, what, I'm supposed to believe a promise?” The man shifts again, and Peter pauses at the new pressure against his ass. “I-” Peter scoffs. “Are you turned on?” He asks incredulously.
Wade’s eyes snap shut, and when Peter sees that there are tears in the man’s eyes, he freezes, anger dissipating- instantly letting go and sitting the man up with him- asking, “Hey, Wade? Are you okay? Fuck- Did I hurt you? Hey- Don’t cry.”
Still not looking, Wade shakes his head, and Peter nearly starts crying too at the rough sob that leaves the mercenary's throat. “Peter, I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have g-gone behind your back, and I-I just- I didn’t want you to… to think that you weren’t good enough, or that I-"
“What?” Peter can't help the anger, confusion and hurt returning to his voice as he asks, but tries to dial the emotions back, adding, “So, what? You are cheating on me?”
The man’s eyes fly open at that, and he shakes his head, sitting up and stating, “N-no! I promise! I just-” He huffs a broken, defeated breath, before sobbing again, and blurting out, “I go to a hotel an’ finger myself open an’ fuck a dildo because I’m fucking pathetic! I’m s-so sorry, Pete! Promise, I’ll stop- I swear!”
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“What?” Peter asks, his mind blank after the unexpected outburst.
The man beneath him sobs again, and Peter clucks, brow furrowing and pulling him close, saying, “Hey, babe, hey-” Confused, he wraps his arms around the man, rubbing his back and asking, “Wade? Hey, deep breaths, babe. Come on. What are you talking about? Y-you- You’ve been leaving the house for months to fuck yourself? Alone? ”
Wade sobs at that, and Peter says, “Hey, hey- It’s okay. That’s so fine, babe. Of course that’s okay. Look at me-” Pulling back, Peter cradles his face, giving him a gentle kiss and using his thumbs to wipe the man’s eyes.
“Baby, I’m so sorry ,” Peter says, pressing their foreheads together.
“W-what?” Wade blurts. “What are you sorry for? I-”
“I’m so sorry that you felt like you had to hide this from me,” Peter elaborates. “And I’m sorry that I accused you of cheating on me. I should’ve trusted you. You’ve been nothing but perfect since I met you. I just-” Sighing, Peter states, “I do trust you, and I shouldn’t let my insecurities cloud my judgement.”
Seeming less scared and more confused, Wade asks, “I- What insecurities?”
Peter huffs a laugh, and says, “Babe, you’re amazing. And so fucking gorgeous. And I’m just- I’m just me. I’ve-” He sighs and admits, “I’ve had people cheat on me before.” Looking away, Peter frowns, adding, “I wasn’t good enough, and I thought… I thought if I didn’t say anything this time, I could just ignore it, but god, I just couldn’t not know anymore, Wade.”
At this point, Peter is the one crying, while Wade stares at him in confused astonishment. He snaps out of it to pull Peter close again, and he says, “Fuck, Petey, I could never cheat on you. You’re it for me, Petey-pie. Nobody even comes close to you, baby boy. I love you.”
Peter gives a wet laugh and nods, scrubbing his face and saying, “Love you, too, Wade. I just,” he laughs and shakes his head. “You’ve been going all the way across town to finger yourself? W-why couldn’t you do that here? If you d-don’t want me to be here when you do, I can leave for a few hours. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable here, an-”
“Wait, yo-you aren’t… upset? Or like, grossed out?”
“I- Wade, you literally fingered me the other night. You’ve done so countless times. Why would I be grossed out?” Peter asks incredulously. Wade frowns, and Peter frowns back, studying him, and asking, “Wade? What’s wrong? Do you- Is it gross to you? Because if you don’t like it, you don’t have to keep fingering me-”
“What?! No, baby- I love fingering you! I just… You don’t… think it’s weird that I like it?” He asks shyly.
“Do you? Like it?” Peter asks, and Wade finally looks at him, blinking in surprise at the open, accepting expression and the pure lust in Peter’s eyes.
“Uh-” Wade stammers, mind blank.
“Do you like being fingered open, Wade? You said you have a dildo, too. Do you like taking it up the ass? Like the feeling of something breaching you, opening you up?” Peter sweetly asks, huffing a small laugh, and adding, “Wade, why didn’t you tell me you wanted to be fucked?”
There’s a hitch in the man’s breath, and he stutters, “I- I thought… I’m not- It’s not- Pete, are you turned on?”
Peter rolls his eyes with a chuckle at his own question being repeated back at him, and says, “Babe, I just found out I have a chance of seeing my perfect boyfriend finger himself, why wouldn’t I be turned on?”
Wade shifts, and Peter’s gaze drops, grinning. He shifts forward from the embrace, surprised at how easily Wade falls back. Caging Wade’s head with his arms, Peter gets nose to nose and asks, “Color?”
Wade blinks, surprised, and mutters, “Wha’?”
Peter gives him a small peck on the lips, and explains, “Color system. It’s like a stoplight: Red means stop everything, yellow-”
“I know what- How do you know about the stoplight system?”
Peter giggles, and gives him another peck, “I know a few things. So, color?” He reiterates, shifting to pin Wade’s legs, and dropping to his elbows.
Wade- eyes wide, pupils blown- says, “Y-yellow?”
“Mmm, okay. We can pause. What do you want?” Peter asks, tone gentle.
“I- I want to know what's going on? I think?”
Peter sits back, straddling the man’s thighs and letting him breathe. He smiles gently, and says, “Well, that's entirely up to you, babe. What do you want to happen here?” After a pause with no response, Peter asks, “Can I tell you what I want?”
Wade nods, eyes wide and following Peter’s every move.
“I want,” Peter breathes, settling his hands on Wade’s hips and slowly sliding them up a few inches, pausing to continue with, “I want to take off your clothes. I want to get you naked, and I want to see your pretty little hole, stretched and gaping for me.” Wade gulps audibly, and shifts again, and Peter asks, “Do you want that, baby?”
A small whine escapes the man’s throat, and Peter waits until he nods, before giving a small grin. “Good,” he purrs. “Now, would you rather open yourself up? Or will you let me do it?”
Wade groans softly, and asks, “You?”
Peter smiles and leans down again, this kiss longer than the last two, but he pulls off and sits back before they can get too carried away. He slips his hands further up beneath Wade’s shirt, leaning down to lick up the man’s abdomen, leaving kisses on particularly pretty scars. He pauses when Wade’s nipples are exposed, giving an experimental pinch to one.
Wade jolts, eyes slipping closed as he stifles a moan. Peter raises a brow and shifts closer, licking over the same nipple, capturing it in his mouth as Wade’s eyes snap open. Keeping eye contact, Peter sucks, nipping on the scarred bud, and Wade keens, back arching off the bed.
Peter makes a pleased noise and groans, “Oh fuck, baby. Shoulda told me you like having your tits played with,” kneading one pec beneath his hand, and nipping and sucking at the other, making the man’s nipples hard with his ministrations.
“P-Peter-” Wade moans, head thrown back in the sheets as he squirms.
Swirling his tongue one last time, Peter pulls back, blowing a cool breath on the wet nipple. “What’s your color, baby?”
“G-green,” Wade states with a nod, staring at Peter with new eyes.
“Okay,” he pulls Wade’s shirt off, pausing after he throws it, and pinning Wade’s arms together. Peter raises a brow, and Wade nods quickly. Grinning, he doesn’t bother getting up, shooting a web at the man’s wrists.
“Fuck,” Wade moans, trying to pull out of them and moaning again when they don’t budge.
Peter gives him a kiss, and murmurs, “I‘m learning so much about you, tonight. Shoulda stopped you the first night you snuck out.”
Wade whines, and Peter slides down his body, popping the button on the man’s jeans and slipping his pants and boxers down, slowly peeling them off. Tossing the clothes, Peter trails his hands back up Wade’s legs, spreading them when he reaches the man’s knees, and moaning.
“God, Wade, is that a plug?” He groans, fingers tracing around the rim, nudging it a bit.
Wade jolts, wincing as he quickly explains, “It- It makes it easier t-to get it o-over with. If I don’t have to prep.”
Peter pauses and asks, “Do you not like it?” He pulls the plug out, stifling his moan as Wade’s hole flutters at the loss, sliding three fingers in immediately, working to stretch him open and getting closer, watching his fingers inside Wade’s slick hole with a sick fascination. “Does it not turn you on to be filled?”
Letting out a broken moan, Wade tugs at the webs holding his arms down, exclaiming, “I-I’m not- I shouldn’t like it!”
Peter raises a brow, looking up at Wade, and asking, “Why not, sweetheart?”
Sobbing now, he whines, “Because! I'm the top! I have to be! I’m supposed to be the one fucking you, Pete.”
“Why is that?” Peter asks, stroking his fingers along Wade’s walls. “Because you’re bigger than me? Older?”
He falters, and his brow furrows, “I- uhm… y-yes?”
“But,” Peter states, voice calm, as he leans in, delving his tongue into Wade’s hole. The man’s hips try to jerk, but they don't budge under Peter’s hand. He pulls out almost immediately, and he states, “I'm stronger. ”
The man whines, and he mumbles, “B-but-”
“Ask me to eat you out, babe,” Peter states, nudging his nose against the man’s perineum.
“U-uhm,” Wade watches him, eyes watering. “I- I c-can’t, Petey-” he sobs. “I’m not- I’m not supposed to want that, I can’t-”
Peter slips his fingers out abruptly, cutting the man off and he sobs again, hips jerking down to try and keep the hero’s fingers inside of him. Pausing, Peter leaves his fingertips against the man's eager hole, letting him rock down against them.
“I don’t care," he states, voice softening as he adds, "I don’t care if someone else told you that you ‘aren't supposed to want it’, Wade." Peter presses a kiss to the man's stomach. "If you do want me to, then ask me to eat you out,” he orders and leans down again, sinking his fingers back in all the way to the third knuckle, but keeping them still.
The man beneath him whines at the intrusion, trying to rut back down, but Peter keeps his hips pinned again, eyes studying the merc.
“P-Peter, please,” Wade murmurs, eyes clenched shut.
“Please what, baby?”
The man whines again and keeps trying to rock his hips, begging, “Pl-please, please… want you to eat me o-out?”
“Mm,” Peter hums. “Want to feel me to tonguefuck your greedy little hole?”
Wade’s breath hitches and he whimpers, nodding.
“Say it, then.” Peter shifts, licking a stripe over the man's hole with a pleased hum.
Still trying to buck his hips futilely, the merc pleads, “Want you to t-tonguef-fuck my h-hole. D-”
The man whines as Peter’s tongue delves inside him, quickly losing any coherent thought as Peter works his fingers and scissors him open while he greedily laps at the man’s hole. He groans, shifting forward and kneeling on the bed with Wade’s legs hooked over his shoulders, eating the mercenary out enthusiastically.
“Oh, fuck,” Wade whimpers, rocking his hips against the man’s face, web-bound hands clenched into fists. “Fuck, p-please,” he moans.
Peter keeps eating him out, his fingers leaving the merc’s hole to pinch and tug at his right nipple, causing him to nearly buck out of his hold, a loud whine falling from him. Peter moans into him, pulling out to wrap his lips around the rim, sucking at him and fucking his tongue inside, watching the man writhe and shake.
He pulls back with a wet suck, licking and nipping at the hole, then slowly working his mouth along the man’s inner thighs and slipping his fingers back inside, searching to find the man’s prostate.
Wade keens as it’s bumped, letting out a sob as Peter prods and massages it relentlessly, breaths leaving him in harsh pants as he blurts, “F-fuck, I’m- Need it! Need to cum so bad, please!”
Peter licks a wet stripe up the man’s thigh and murmurs, “That’s it, baby. Cum for me. Cum without me even touching your cock. Want you to cum from just my fingers and mouth.”
He sinks his teeth into the sensitive skin of the man’s thigh, and with a ragged sob, Wade cums, hips jerking against Peter’s fingers. As he reaches his peak, Peter sets him down against the mattress, fingers still abusing the man’s prostate as he delves his tongue into Wade’s mouth, kissing him, deep and possessive.
His boyfriend whimpers into the kiss, coming down slow and letting out a broken moan as Peter stills his fingers inside him.
“God, babe, that was so hot,” Peter breathes, kissing the man deeply again.
It’s a few minutes before Wade is coherent enough to dazidly ask, “You… you actually l-liked that?”
With a chuckle, Peter nuzzles against the man. “I loved that, baby. You’re so fucking responsive. Fuck-” He cuts himself off, hips rolling against the man’s soft length. “Would you want me to fuck you, baby?”
“I- Really?” Wade asks, staring up at him.
Peter presses another kiss to the man’s lips. “I don't have to," he assures. "I could jack myself off,” he adds, studying the man before rolling his hips again. “Unless you want me to fuck you? Bend you in half-” He lifts the man’s legs as he talks, pressing his thighs up and towards his chest. “Slip inside and fuck you ‘til I cum inside your hole- Claiming you. D’you want that, baby? Want me to fill you up?”
Wade stares at him with wide eyes, still breathing a bit heavy, a small whimper leaving him as he nods.
“Gotta ask for it, baby. Remember?”
Panting, Wade murmurs, “Y-yeah. Want you to fuck me. Please, Daddy- Fuck me? Wanna feel you inside me-”
He cuts himself off, eyes panicked, and Peter leans forward and kisses him with a groan, shifting his hips back and asking, “You want Daddy to fuck you, baby? Want me to fuck you ‘til you can't walk?”
Wade sucks in a breath, walls crumbling as he nods rapidly, begging, “Please, D-daddy? Please, fuck m-me?”
With a pleased groan, Peter lines himself up and presses into the man, slowly sinking in past the rim and kissing him deeply. He presses in slow, listening raptly to the soft noises the man below him makes.
Once he’s bottomed out, he moans. “Fuck, Wade, you feel so perfect on my dick. So fucking tight.” He pauses, his hips stilled against the man’s ass, eyes clenched shut and trying to control his breathing.
“Y-yeah?” The merc asks, voice small as he clenches around him.
“Oh fuck, babe,” Peter breathes. He slowly pulls out, rolling his hips and sinking back inside, working up his pace. “Fuck, you feel so perfect, baby,” he praises again, fucking into the man.
Wade lets out a broken moan as Peter speeds up, arching his back and sobbing, “Daddy,” his hands tangling into the sheets and gripping tightly. He rocks his hips, meeting Peter’s thrusts, a constant litany of sounds falling from his lips.
“God,” Peter groans, “That’s it, baby. D’you like getting fucked by your Daddy?”
Wade nods quickly, and Peter moans, watching him with a rapt expression. “So gorgeous, baby. You look so pretty, taking Daddy’s cock like you were made for it.”
“Fuck," the man exclaims, back arching off the bed as Peter sucks a nipple back into his mouth, causing a small whimper to escape him.
Peter hums, pounding into him and sitting back, webbing the man’s legs to the bed, kissing him. He moans into the kiss and slips one hand to Wade’s nipple, moving the other hand to his mouth. He brushes his thumb along Wade’s bottom lip and groans when the man opens around it obediently, sucking the digit into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.
“Fuck, baby,” Peter murmurs. “That’s it. Such a good boy for me.” His hips speed up at the sight of his boyfriend being so submissive. “You look so pretty, Wade- taking your Daddy so well,” he adds, leaning closer to adjust his angle.
The merc arches his back with a muffled sound, blue eyes dazed and unfocused, lost in the pleasure as Peter fucks into his prostate. “Daddy,” he keens, panting beneath him, speaking, his voice muffled around Peter’s thumb. “Pw-please, feelths so g-good!”
With a moan, Peter pulls out his thumb, cupping the back of the man’s head and cradling it as he surges forward and connects their lips, exploring every inch of the merc’s compliant mouth. His hips never slow inside the man, tonguefucking him, pulling back to press their foreheads together. "Fuck, baby boy, you feel so perfect wrapped around me. Love this so much, beautiful."
He peppers his boyfriend's face with kisses, and Wade whimpers, tilting his head up. Peter kisses down his jaw, kissing against the man's throat. "Gonna cum, baby," Peter murmurs, his voice gaining volume as he adds, "Gonna cum inside you- my perfect boy- make you mine. You want that? Want me to claim you?"
Wade keens at the possessive tone, nodding quickly, and begging, "Please? Please fill me up- W-wanna feel you, please?"
Peter groans, and shifts closer to drape himself over the man, letting his head rest on Wade's shoulder. "What a good boy, asking Daddy to ruin your pretty little hole so nicely," he murmurs, fucking into the man in sharp, pounding thrusts. "Gonna cum, Wade," Peter repeats, sucking the merc's nipple back into his mouth.
The man clamps down around him with a gasp, begging, "Pleasepleasepleaseplease, Peter! Please, let me cum? Please, Daddy- Need it so bad, please," his eyes clamped shut and writhing beneath Peter.
"Fuck, baby-" the spider-themed hero blurts, pulling off Wade's nipple and groaning, his hips stuttering. "Cum, Wade. Cum for me, princess," Peter orders, eyes rolling back in pleasure as the man's hole ripples around his length as soon as the words leave his lips, groaning with their simultaneous release.
Peter strokes the man through his orgasm, going back to peppering his face with kisses and murmuring small words of praise. When he slips out, Wade whimpers, and Peter presses the plug against his hole- catching any cum spilling out. As he works the thick plug inside, he murmurs, "Don't worry, baby- Gonna make sure you don't lose a drop."
The merc whines at the feeling, before settling against the sheets. Peter rips the webs apart, pulling his boyfriend into his lap, giving him a happy hug and kissing his sluggish lips.
"God, Wade, that was so hot," he murmurs. "You did so good for me. Felt so perfect. Did you- Did you enjoy it? Did I make you feel good?"
The merc sits slumped against Peter, uncharacteristically exhausted, and lets out a small noise at the praise, nodding at Peter's question. "Y-yes," he stutters. "Liked it a lot, Daddy. 'm sorry."
"What are you sorry for, baby?" Peter asks, gently rubbing his hand along the man's back and cradling his head in the crook of his neck.
"Shouldn't have lied to y-you," he murmurs. "Shoulda told you 'bout- 'bout what I wa- what I needed."
"Aw, baby," Peter coos, "I'm not mad at you. I'm so happy you did tell me. That you let me get to know you in this way. All I want is to make you happy."
Wade keens and presses forward, kissing him with a pleased sigh. "Love you so much, Petey. You're so perfect."
"I love you too, baby. Thank you for letting me see you like this. I love it." He smiles, pressing another kiss to the merc's forehead. "No more sneaking out without telling me? You had me so worried."
Wade nods quickly, murmuring, "I'm sorry."
Peter kisses his temple. "You had your reasons, Wade. And that's okay. Now," he says. "What d'you say we go take a nice bath, yeah? Get all cleaned up? We'll talk about all this tomorrow, okay? For now we can just clean up and sleep, yeah?"
The man nods, moving to get up, and Peter doesn't let him, slipping his hands under his ass and lifting him up, causing Wade to let out a surprised squeak. He settles in Peter's arms as the man carries him to the bathroom and keeps him close as he starts up the water and plugs the tub once it's running warm.
They settle into the sudsy water, Wade leaning against Peter's back, and the merc looks back, pressing a kiss to the hero's chin. "Love you."
Peter smiles and presses a kiss to Wade's lips, murmuring, "I love you, too."
They settle into a peaceful silence, which Wade breaks to ask, "I'm still allowed to fuck your pretty little bubble butt, though, right, Spidey?" causing the hero to snort a laugh and splash water at him with a wide grin.