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Peter chews his bottom lip firmly as he sits on the edge of Wade’s bed. He shouldn’t be nervous, but he always is the first time he has sex with someone. The thing with Wade is that he doesn’t want this to just be sex. Casual sex isn’t easy either, but at least if something goes wrong, Peter never has to see the person again. Casual sex with Wade never would have been on the table; Peter stupidly liked Wade too much. And that like has morphed, and he’s not yet ready to say he’s in love, but he knows himself. He’s definitely on that road.
At the least, he doesn’t have to tell Wade that he’s trans before they get into it, because Wade’s known for a year at this point. That was terrifying in itself, but Peter knew he could trust Wade enough; otherwise, he never would have told him. And they’ve been dating for four months. Peter expected the talk of sex to come up way sooner, but he should have known. Wade never pushes for anything.
Peter wasn’t avoiding bringing it up because he wanted to test Wade either. He just wasn’t ready, because Wade is way more than sex to him. He didn’t need to have sex with Wade; he was happy with how things were between them. But well… he’s only human at the end of the day, and so is Wade. And his hand is only so good, and he’d be lying his ass off if he said he’d never once thought about what it would be like to have sex with Wade, even before they were together.
“We don’t have to do this if you’re still not ready,” Wade says, even though he’s tugging the top half of his suit off. Peter clicks his tongue and leans back on the bed a little more. It was weird having Wade in his suit when he was in civvies. But that’s what happens when the sudden urge to fuck comes on while he’s just running errands, he supposes. Not that he told Wade that was why he came over, it just… came up in conversation, of course.
“I’m ready, just… been a while,” Peter admits. Because while he’s been mindlessly pining over Wade, he still hooked up a few times, but not nearly as much as he would have if he weren’t obsessed with the merc. And obsessed sounds dramatic, but there hasn’t been a single orgasm in the last three years that he hasn’t thought of Wade through it. Regardless of whether it was with someone else or solo. Embarrassing, but he never worked on it.
“We’ll go slow. I’ll take good care of you, baby boy.” Wade assures Peter as he moves into his space, standing between his legs. And Peter doesn’t know that he’ll ever get over the sheer size of the merc. He sits up straighter and grasps Wade’s hips. “Unless, of course, you wanna top. I won’t say no.”
Peter honestly couldn’t wait to fuck Wade. But he’s been thinking about having Wade inside him all day, so he’s a little caught up on that thought. “Maybe next time. I want you to fuck me right now.”
Wade grins as he moves into Peter’s space, his hand trailing up his arm and coming to rest against the side of his neck. Peter tips his head back willingly to meet Wade in a firm kiss. Peter takes in a sharp breath as he relaxes into the contact. His hands trail up Wade’s sides, learning and exploring his body. Maybe he’ll never be able to know every one of Wade’s scars, but he can try.
Wade’s hands move over Peter’s body, lowering to his waist. He grasps the bottom of Peter’s sweater and tugs it up his body. They have to part for him to get it over Peter’s head, but the moment it’s off, Wade moves back in to kiss Peter.
Peter’s own hands trail back down to Wade’s waist in an attempt to unbuckle his belt. He struggles a little with the stupid personalised Deadpool buckle, but he manages to get it open without using his strength to break it. He can feel Wade’s smile against his lips, but he doesn’t let it deter him as he yanks Wade’s pants off. Peter gets them off enough that Wade can step out of them before he moves away from Peter again. His hands return to Peter’s waist, his fingers tucking under the hem of his shirt.
“Are you okay if I take this off?” Peter wasn’t expecting Wade to ask, but it warms his chest that he cares enough to. Dysphoria still comes and goes, but right now, he feels fine; he’s not worried.
“Yeah, I’m good.” Peter’s lip twitches slightly into a small smile. He leans back, and Wade pulls his shirt off easily. His hands rest on Peter’s waist, but he doesn’t move them instantly. His gaze flickers to Peter’s chest, but they don’t hover.
“Is there anything you’re uncomfortable with?” Wade asks, his thumbs stroking Peter’s skin softly. Peter chews his bottom lip again as he lifts his hips from the bed and gets his pants off.
“Not really, so long as you don’t say anything weird about my chest.” Peter doubts Wade would, but just to be sure, saying it doesn’t hurt. Wade’s hands glide up Peter’s sides almost instantly, having the permission that he needed. He grasps Peter over his ribs as he ducks his head down and starts kissing along Peter’s throat.
“Is it weird to say you’re pretty?” Wade asks as he continues to mouth down Peter’s throat and to his sternum. His thumbs stroke over the edges of Peter’s scars. Peter’s chest tightens a little as he breathes in deep, his hands still at his sides because he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
“No, not weird.” Peter murmurs. Wade’s mouth keeps moving, down further, then across his chest, over the muscle slowly. He runs his tongue over Peter’s nipple, over scarring, and Peter takes in a sharp breath from the stimulation.
Wade glances up at him as he closes his mouth over his nipple and sucks softly. Peter’s back arches a little, and his traitorous body reacts far too quickly to the feeling. He bites his lip to hold back on the noise he almost makes, but with Wade watching him so intently, his reaction doesn’t go unnoticed. And when Wade grazes his teeth over the skin, Peter is unable to hold back a gasp.
“Still so sensitive, baby boy.” Wade hums, looking smug as he turns his head to Peter’s other nipple and begins sucking again. It pulls a whine from Peter that he isn’t able to hold back. And Peter can feel Wade’s stupid smirk against his skin.
He’d never really played with his chest much before he got top surgery. He was still relatively young when he had surgery, but had started exploring his body a bit before it. But the idea of touching his chest made him feel uncomfortable, so he had no idea how sensitive he was before. He knows he was lucky with how small his chest was, comparatively, but still, he knew he didn’t feel right about it from the moment he had any growth. Exploring and learning afterwards was an interesting experience.
He hadn’t expected his nipples to be as sensitive as they had been, even pretty quickly after he’d healed. He’d heard that it can vary, of course, and hadn’t accounted for his chest being so reactive to touch. It was a little embarrassing how quickly he’d gotten soaked and how close to orgasm he’d been with only stimuli to his chest. He’s not that bad anymore, thankfully, but so long as his dysphoria isn’t terrorising him, his chest is always on the table because of how sensitive it is.
Wade’s mouth travels more over Peter’s skin, his teeth grazing the lines of scars framing the underside of his muscle. His hands keep over Peter’s ribs, holding him firmly but not roughly. Peter takes in a shaky breath and arches his back a little into Wade’s contact, his hands still braced against the bed so that he can keep himself steady. He can enjoy the contact and attention that Wade gives him, as he learns Peter’s body as much as Peter will learn his.
Peter’s gut flutters when Wade moves lower, his lips grazing over his stomach. He drags his nails lightly down Peter’s sides and grasps his underwear waistband. His gaze lifts to Peter’s face again, and before he can even bother asking, Peter nods determinedly and raises his hips from the bed. And having Wade kneeling between his thighs as he strips him down completely should not be as arousing as it is, but Peter can’t exactly mediate the reactions of his body.
“Not gonna lie, I’ve been dying to get your cock in my mouth.” Wade groans as his hands trail back up Peter’s thighs. The touch is almost enough to distract Peter completely from Wade’s words. But not quite, though his own words do get caught in his throat before he can say anything. He swallows thickly, feeling unease settle in his gut even as Wade leans in and mouths at the inside of his thigh.
Peter spreads his legs wider, ignoring the feeling and focusing on Wade’s actions instead. His hand presses over Peter’s cunt, his fingers spreading around his clit as he applies pressure which pulls the hood back. Then Wade tilts his head and closes his mouth around Peter’s clit and the conatct is instantly electrifying. It’s been a while, after all, and while he’s usually able to get hookups to fuck him, they’re not always keen on eating him out. But Wade seems more than happy to provide.
And provide he does, because it’s not just his lips closed around Peter’s clit as he sucks. His tongue runs over his labia and up to his clit, his teeth graze very lightly but perfectly over Peter when his tongue delves inside him. And when Wade closes his mouth over the lips of his cunt and sucks like his life depends on it, Peter’s sure he sees stars. He cradles the back of Wade’s head and pushes him harder into his body, letting Wade know that what he’s doing is good, though the noises he’s making are probably telling enough.
When Wade starts moving his head side to side while his tongue is buried inside Peter, it’s more than clear that this isn’t Wade’s first time getting his mouth on a trans guy. Peter’s totally not jealous, and one hundred percent thankful to whoever taught Wade whatever the hell he’s doing down there because a lot of people don’t quite get it. Or maybe Wade’s just fucking gifted in eating pussy, either way, Peter is blessed .
“Holy shit,” Peter gasps when Wade breaks contact, taking in rugged breaths like he’d been suffocating himself. Maybe he had, he’d be the one guy who could get away with it. Well, maybe Logan, too, but Peter isn’t about to start thinking about that.
“I’ll take that as thanks,” Wade laughs, and his breath fans over Peter’s cunt, making him twitch. Wade coos and leans back in, taking his clit back into his mouth. And he sucks hard . Peter gasps and whimpers, his hips lifting from the bed. The contact breaks again just as suddenly as it had come.
“Fuck, you taste good. No one talks about how good t-dick is.” Wade hums, his thumb pressing into Peter to stroke over him slowly. Peter closes his eyes and tries not to linger too much on Wade’s choice of wording. “God, you’re reactive.”
“Pretty sure you’d be twitching if I started toying with you too.” Peter huffs, though he is struggling to focus past the contact. Wade’s thumb isn’t fucking smooth at all, and that makes it better, the texture of scars is kind of mind blowing.
Wade grins and stands up, leaving him to tower over Peter again. Which really shouldn’t make Peter’s gut summersalt, but it still does. He takes his cock in hand and strokes himself slowly, drawing Peter’s attention to the action. “I don’t think I’m as sensitive as you, given the endlessly fried nerve endings.”
Peter chews the inside of his lip and slides forward on the bed as he grabs hold of Wade’s hips. That might be true, but he’s prepared to put in the effort to make sure that Wade feels good, too. Peter shifts off the bed and onto his knees as he mouths along the line of Wade’s pelvis. And the amount of muscle on Wade’s body should be illegal.
“Maybe not, but I love giving head, so I’ll give you my best shot,” Peter assures as he nudges Wade’s hand out of the way and takes hold of the base of his cock and holds it out aimed for his mouth. He runs his tongue over the head slowly, getting a taste of Wade’s pre-come. His tongue curls under the head to stimulate the nerve there, and the little noise Wade gives gets him smirking. Not fried enough, then, that’s good.
Peter points his tongue and works the tip, pushing enough at the slit of Wade’s cock that it does spread slightly. And the constant bead of pre-come meeting Peter’s tongue is bitter, sure, but Peter honestly loves the taste of it. He stimulates Wade’s slit until he feels Wade’s cock throbbing in his hand. He pulls back then and wets his lips as he glances up at the merc.
“Do you like some teeth?” Most guys don’t, so Peter always asks. Generally, he does his best to ensure that he doesn’t graze them on someone anyway, but accidents happen, and some guys get pissy about it. At least by asking the question, he knows if he has to be more careful.
“Baby, you look so fucking good down there that you could probably bite my dick off and I’d enjoy it.” Wade chuckles, and Peter rolls his eyes. It’s not a direct answer, but Peter’s fairly certain there’s no point in clarifying. If Wade didn’t want teeth near his junk, he wouldn’t joke about it.
Peter gets his mouth back on Wade’s cock, this time properly taking him in. He gives himself a moment to get used to the girth and length, testing the waters on how far he can take Wade before it starts getting uncomfortable. He moves his tongue against the underside while he explores so that it’s not just him moving his mouth over Wade’s cock boringly. He gets pretty far before his throat starts feeling too tight, but he’s not one to quit without giving it his full try.
He bobs his head slowly, sucking as he does, still moving his tongue, especially against the underside of the head when he pulls mostly back. Wade lets out a deep sigh and drops his hands to Peter’s shoulders. Not controlling, just stabilising himself.
Peter grasps Wade’s thighs, holding on so that he can balance himself and also so that his hand is out of the way. He gives a few more slow movements over Wade’s cock before he tightens his hold on Wade’s thighs and forces himself past the discomfort as he takes Wade into the back of his throat. His body does convulse once, his breathing coming in sharp as he presses his face into Wade’s crotch. He manages to hold himself there for a second before he has to pull back, gasping when Wade’s cock falls from his mouth.
“Holy fucknuts, shit, baby boy,” Wade’s cock throbs in front of his face and Peter has to clear his throat as he glances up at Wade with a wanting glint in his eye. He can totally deep-throat Wade, which is perfect for him, and by the noises Wade’s making, he’s got no complaints. “I know I joked about eating my dick, but you could warn a guy.”
“Oh, sorry,” Peter has to cough to clear his voice from the gruffness. Wade moans and his hips twitch, not the reaction Peter was expecting, but one that goes right to his ego. He loves giving head, and loves even more when his partners lose their minds over him. “I’ve got pretty good control of my gag reflex.”
And then he’s taking Wade’s cock back into his mouth instantly, breathing in deep and better this time as he takes Wade into the back of his throat again. Once he’s tested the waters, he’s usually pretty good. He keeps his breathing even and doesn’t choke this time, now that his throat is prepared for the intrusion. He keeps a firm grip on Wade’s hips just in case he twitches again and swallows thickly around his cock.
“Fuckfuckfuck,” Wade hisses, and Peter feels how his muscles tense beneath his hands, so his grip tightens to make sure Wade doesn’t move at all. He keeps his breathing even and continues to swallow, even as drool starts to accumulate too much and leaks from the corner of his mouth.
Peter’s head starts to get a little hazy, and he groans around the length pressed against the back of his throat. He feels Wade’s cock twitching in his mouth, nudging against his soft palate incessantly. Peter gives himself enough time to take in another deep breath and swallow around Wade’s cock before he finally pulls off again. He struggles to swallow back all of the saliva built up in his mouth and has to wipe most of it from his chin as he looks up at Wade once again, with a knowing smirk.
“You’re fucking killing me here, Pete. How the fuck are you so good at giving head?” Wade groans, his feet shifting like he's barely keeping himself up. Peter runs his tongue over his teeth, the praise satisfying every piece of him.
“I enjoy it.” Peter’s voice is a little wrecked, and it honestly always gets him a little worked up hearing it too. Maybe that’s egotistical or whatever, but he doesn’t care. He knows that his voice gets hoarse when he’s done a good job, and he likes giving good head because it’s good for him too. “Fuck, your cock is good. Could happily sit here nursing that thing all fucking night.”
“Note to self: future cockwarming session needs to be booked.” Wade huffs out a breath, sounding as though he’s still collecting himself. He’s just doing everything in Peter’s personal little handbook that makes him feel self-pride.
Peter chuckles and pulls himself to his feet again, having to use his hold on Wade to aid in getting himself up. He’s barely steady before Wade is getting his arms around him and hoisting him up against his body. In seconds, Wade crawls onto the bed, throwing Peter down onto it before he’s crowding over the younger's body. Not that Peter can complain, being pinned under Wade’s bulk is great for him.
Wade’s mouth collides with his own before the bounce from his weight has even stopped on the mattress. Peter’s hands are instantly on Wade, cupping the back of his head and neck, pulling Wade in closer to his body. And feeling the lines of their bodies together makes Peter’s breathing stutter in his chest. He lifts his hips into Wade’s, rolling their bodies together, feeling Wade’s hand gliding down his side. He’s left trembling and panting from the contact when Wade lifts his head again.
Wade’s fingers trail inside his thigh and come to his cunt, stroking slowly over him. He spreads Peter’s labia before applying enough pressure for his finger to sink inside. Peter’s chest heaves, and he pulls Wade back in to kiss him as he moves his hips with the slide of Wade’s finger inside him.
He doesn’t even know why the hell he was nervous. He should have known that Wade would be able to tear him open and work him like he’s been doing it for years. Because if there’s one thing Peter knows about Wade, it’s that he’s througher and he’s damn good at everything he sets his mind to. He knew, deep down, that there was no way that sex with Wade wasn’t going to be amazing, and they’re not even at the main event yet. His thoughts just get the better of him sometimes.
Peter gasps when Wade curls his finger roughly up inside him at the same time he forces a second in alongside it, applying firm pressure against him. His head tips back, and Wade’s mouth instantly comes to his throat in place of being able to continue kissing Peter. His legs part a little more, his knees raising a little to better the angle and pressure as Wade rocks his fingers into him as deep as he can reach, movements slow but firm, not desperate.
“Wade,” Peter exhales, having nothing at all to say, but praise that gets caught in his throat when Wade twists his fingers and delves in again, pulling another gasp from him. He feels Wade’s grin against his throat and smirks as his hands trail over Wade’s shoulder blades.
“Fuck you’re warm. Got such a fucking pretty front hole, baby boy.”
Peter can’t disguise his grimace, but Wade is too busy leaning over the side of the bed and reaching into his bedside drawer to see it. That gives Peter time to compose himself. He’s not about to ruin the mood for them both, and Wade can’t know any better because Peter stupidly isn’t saying anything about it. He knows he should, but the words are still stuck in his throat by the time Wade’s sitting up between his thighs with a condom in hand.
His fingers plunge into Peter a little firmer, like he can’t get deep enough with them. It’s enough for Peter, that’s for sure, because the way that Wade fingers him is perfect for him. He pounds his fingers into Peter for a moment longer before he pulls out. Peter swallows and takes in a slow breath as he shifts himself to get as comfortable as possible. Wade’s gaze is anchored between his thighs as he tears open the packet and gets the condom rolled onto his cock. It helps Peter ignore the words, seeing how intensely the merc is focused on his body.
Peter lifts his hips slightly when Wade shuffles forward into him, and his thighs press under the back of Peter’s legs, keeping his waist elevated. Wade strokes his cock over Peter slowly for a moment, the full length of his cock sliding against him. He grinds the head against Peter’s clit firmly before he pushes his thumb down against himself which shifts the angle and he’s able to press into Peter’s body.
Peter takes in a deep breath as Wade’s cock sinks into his body. If he’s honest with himself, just having the full feeling always gets the pleasure part of his brain singing. It’s not something he’s explored enough, and he should, because he’s fairly certain that alone is better than the rest of sex for him. He squeezes his thighs around Wade’s hips and reaches out to grasp Wade wherever he can reach, in the hopes of savouring the full feeling for a moment by keeping Wade steady against him.
“Fuck, you feel good.” Peter moans. His head tips forward slightly so that he can glance between their bodies, but his gaze trails up to Wade’s face as the merc leans over him. It makes it easier for Peter to hold onto him as their bodies level out somewhat.
“Your body is telling me as much. Fuck, you know you’re clenching around me?” Wade’s voice wavers slightly, like he’s already struggling to keep himself together. Maybe he is, and Peter honestly won’t even care if this is something quick and desperate.
He nods, biting into his bottom lip as he intentionally clenches further, despite it not being intentional originally. His body was just reacting, but he can definitely keep up the tight flutter of his cunt for Wade. It feels good for him, too, after all.
“Shit, Petey, you’re gonna kill me,” Wade grunts as he adjusts himself slightly over Peter’s body. One hand comes to grasp his hip, the other scratches against the bedsheets at Peter’s side as he tries stabilising himself.
Before Peter can think to properly react in any way, Wade’s hips draw back before snapping forward again. Quick, but not too rough, and Peter gasps from the stimulation. And he can’t tell if it’s in his head or not, but he swears he can feel the slight texture of the scarring over Wade’s cock, the slight ribbed feeling it provides. If it’s all in his head, well, it’s a bloody good placebo, and he’s not mad about it.
“Ah, fuck,” Peter’s moans are forced from him as Wade builds up a rythym. His thrusts are short and quick, but the impact isn’t harsh. It’s on the right side of eager without being desperate as Peter’s body adjusts to the intrusion.
“Can’t get over how fucking warm you are, baby.” Wade’s panting already like he’s overexerted himself. Peter wonders if it’s just the intensity of this finally happening that’s gotten him so worked up. After all, they’ve been circling each other for years.
“You feel so deep,” Peter whines, and he usually tries to control his voice so that he’s not doing that, because he hates when he sounds that way, but he’s slipping. Wade feels too good, and he knows he’s safe; he can let loose.
The grin that Wade gives him has Peter shaking slightly. Sinister in a playful way. Not too smug, but promising. “Oh yeah?”
Peter’s breath leaves him when Wade thrusts in harder and circles his hips firmly against Peter’s own. And when he draws back, it's slower, but his hips move further before he’s shoving in again. Languid, with a bit more force and the added grind of their hips together gets the desired effect they’re both after.
“Fucking God, Wade,” Peter cries out softly, his head falling back as he loses himself a little in the pleasure of it. Because he’s fairly certain that Wade’s igniting every nerve in his body right now as he rotates his hips against Peter’s every time he thrusts inside.
“Now that’s fucking deep, isn’t it baby boy?” Wade almost sounds like he’s on the verge of laughing, like he’s getting a power trip from the reaction he’s getting. And Peter doesn’t even care if he is, he deserves it with how damn amazing it feels.
“ Yes ,” Peter gasps, his hands dropping from Wade’s body to desperately clutch at the bedding instead. Wade might be able to heal, but Peter is overly aware of his strength during sex, and he’d rather tear the sheets than accidentally harm Wade.
He reaches over his head, gripping the top of the mattress as his legs draw up higher on Wade’s hips, trying to pull their bodies impossibly closer. He can feel the barest nudge of Wade’s cockhead against his cervix every now and then, there’s no fucking room left and yet his eagerness is getting the better of him. He’s explored enough with his body, he knows his limits, and he knows what he likes.
Wade suddenly straightens up so that he’s not leaning over Peter’s body anymore. It changes the angle of his thrusts slightly, but he doesn’t miss a beat at all. The alteration does make Peter see stars for a moment, and his back arches with a guttural moan forcing its way out of his throat. But Wade’s hands both come firmly to his waist, pinning him back down and holding him firmly in place. Their hips slap together audibly, almost roughly and Peter’s concentration slips.
“Ngh, fuck . Holy shit. Ah God. Fuck, Wade,” each exclamation is a short burst between the impact of their hips. Peter can’t stop making noise, can’t hold back on the endless string of curses and moans of Wade’s name. He’s had good sex before, he’s even squirted a few times, but something about this is so different. It’s like Wade’s fingers are wrapped in his ribcage, and he was made for pleasuring Peter.
“Peter… fuck me.” Wade’s words are still shaky and breathless, but his thrusts don’t falter. And either he’s got incredible restraint, or he’s just that in tune with knowing how to please his partner. Either way, he’ll get no complaint from Peter, because despite sounding as though he’s on the verge of losing control, he’s keeping himself steady. “Stroke your cock baby, I’m getting close.”
Peter swallows thickly and closes his eyes. It’s just a good thing that Wade’s actively trying to fuck his brains out apparently, because it makes it easier to ignore his word choice. Again, all Peter’s fault, but Wade is literally balls deep inside him, there’s no going back at this point.
Peter runs his hand down his chest and stomach, making a slight show of it. The initial touch of his fingers against his clit does make him twitch, because his whole body is strung incredibly high, and Wade is pushing all the right buttons. Rarely has he gotten off without stimulating his clit, but he’d be down to see if Wade could get him there with just internal stimulation alone. He reckons that the merc is qualified for the job.
Peter builds up a rough, but fairly sloppy pace. He’s soaked, which makes the friction awkward and his desperation doesn’t help. But Wade keeps hitting all the right spots in just the right ways that Peter knows he’s not going to need much to get there.
“That’s it baby, fuck you’re so hot. Holy shit, Peter you’re fucking choking my dick your hole’s clenched so much right now. Fuck,” It’s a little dramatic, but Peter can feel his pulse in his clit and how his cunt flutters around Wade’s cock, so it’s not entirely false. But it goes to his head all the same.
“ Wade , f-fuck,” Peter whines and his hips try to rut back against Wade’s thrusts, but the hold on his hips is too firm, keeping him pinned to the bed. His fingers work frustratingly sloppily over himself. Wade doesn’t slow; he doesn’t falter in pounding Peter. “Oh, fucking, a-ah,”
“Fuck Peter,” Wade moans, his hold tightening around Peter’s waist. Peter’s back arches and his fingers curl up roughly into his clit as he gasps. Wade doesn’t stop thrusting, working Peter through his orgasm. Peter’s whole body is left strung tight, his thighs trembling, chest shaking and his cunt clenched around Wade’s cock.
“God fuck…” Peter groans as his head flops back onto the bed again with a heavy sigh. He can’t keep back the small noises that are forced from his body with every impact of their hips. A continuous string of exhaled sounds, because he’s too out of it to think from the pleasure coursing through him.
“Pete,” Wade grunts, his thrusts becoming sloppier and more desperate. His focus isn’t on Peter’s pleasure anymore, but his own, and that’s more than fine.
The notable difference is kind of impressive and leaves Peter’s gut in a slight knot. Yeah, it’s something really simple for Wade to have focused more on his pleasure first, that was kind of obvious in the way he was fucking him anyway. But it’s the kind of thing a lot of people don’t care about when it comes to sex; they just want to feel good. Peter knows he’s even been guilty of that on occasion. So, of course, having Wade so wholly focused on him feels amazing.
Peter draws his knees up into his body slightly, which shifts the angle again and provides Wade more room for a fluid motion. His pace builds and builds, the slap of their skin becoming louder, and Wade’s cock bullies its way into Peter’s body in a way that’s almost too overbearing. It’s deep and firm, and if Peter hadn’t come already, it would be too much for him to get there.
“Ah fuck, Peter, Peter ,” Wade’s hips stutter roughly into Peter’s own and before Wade shoves roughly into him, his body hunching forward. The moan he gives is strained, and Peter’s honestly surprised how restrained Wade has been. He expected a lot more talking and noise from the merc.
With a few more minute thrusts into Peter’s body, the tension in Wade’s muscles dissolves. With another low moan, he draws his hips back and slides out. His cock rests still hard and heavy against Peter’s cunt as he leans over Peter’s body further and kisses him. It’s lazy but lingering, a little sloppy but still fucking good. Everything Wade does is good.
Peter almost gasps in breath when they part again, momentarily distracted by Wade rutting into him softly like his body hasn’t caught up with the fact that they’re done. Maybe Wade isn’t, Peter’s not sure what his recovery period is like after all, but at least he’s showing some mercy. Only some though, because he kisses down Peter’s body, lowering himself further and further until he’s laid out between Peter's thighs, and then his mouth is suddenly around Peter’s clit again. Unexpectedly, but welcome with how warm and just outright perfect it is feeling Wade’s tongue tease the underside of his clit.
Peter squirms, and an embarrassingly loud whine escapes him before he can swallow it back. Wade pulls back, sucking a little harder on Peter’s clit as he does until it pops from his mouth, leaving Peter twitching. The smug smile on his face says it all; he’d happily overstimulate Peter to tears. And honestly, Peter would let him.
“Mm, love how sensitive your cock is, baby.” Wade teases as he presses his thumb to the tip again, applying enough pressure to be annoying but not painful.
“Ugh,” the noise slips out before Peter can stop it. His resolve has been royally fucked by the exertion of his orgasm. He clamps his mouth shut, but the damage has already been done, if the confused look on Wade’s face is anything to go by.
“What?” And it’s clear that he doesn’t know exactly the problem because his hand stays rested on Peter’s thigh, but it slides further down toward his knee, and away from his crotch.
“…just doesn’t feel right.” Peter mumbles, feeling some shame in admitting it. It should feel right because he identifies as a man, not anything else. He can’t ignore the way his skin crawls, though.
“Is it too much?” Wade sits up, and his hand completely comes away from Peter’s skin. It takes him a moment to realise that Wade thinks Peter’s talking about the stimulation. And while it was toeing the line of being too much, he was enjoying it. Peter likes the ache; he likes being pushed to his limits. But now this can of worms has been opened, and there’s no going back.
“No, not that. Just… calling it that .” Peter grimaces a little. He can’t even say it himself. He’s only ever tried once, and it literally ruined his whole night to the point he couldn’t orgasm because he felt so off in his body. Luckily, he’s at least good at faking it, because the guy he slept with was none the wiser and happily considered his job done once he came all over Peter’s back.
“Oh. Is dick better?” Wade asks and Peter’s face screws up again, but at least he doesn’t make his displeasure audible this time.
“Not really. That’s not what it is.” Peter shrugs, feeling some heat come to his face. Because he doesn’t have a dick, and he never will. Yeah, he’s got growth down there that helps, but he knows what he’s working with. And he doesn’t plan on getting bottom surgery, it’s just not for him. He’s been asked, and he felt wrong for saying no. Like he was admitting he’ll never be a proper man.
“I mean…” Wade stops himself like he knows whatever thought he’d had was not the correct one to voice in that moment. Peter won’t ever know what it was, but he’s sure Wade made the right choice. “I’m not sure what you need me to say.”
Peter lowers his gaze as he plays with his fingers and gives a shrug. He feels so exposed lying out naked for Wade now. And this was why he didn’t want to say anything. “I dunno.”
“What do you call it?” Wade asks, and his hands have come back to Peter’s thighs to rub his thumbs into his skin and hold onto him in a grounding but not firm way. It’s comforting, but it makes Peter just all the more aware that he’s completely naked. At least Wade is, too, right?
“…my clit.” Peter’s voice is weak, admitting it. He’s never hated calling it that before, but right now he feels ashamed. He grinds his teeth together, waiting for the rejection, for whatever Wade’s going to say to that.
“So would you prefer that?” It’s not what Peter thought he was going to say at all. Acceptance was not even on the table for Peter. And yeah, he’s very aware that Wade’s into whoever he’s into; that sex, gender, and maybe even species, given y’know… Death herself, probably matters as much to him as the colour of his partner's eyes. But there’s gotta be a line, right?
“I guess.” Peter shrugs again, still feeling uncertain, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Peter knows that Wade’s had relations with men and women, but he’s never mentioned being with anyone trans before, despite him at least understanding that eating out a trans guy is different from a woman. And maybe it didn’t matter to mention it, because to Wade, they just were the gender they identified as, but it’s making Peter nervous that Wade might be questioning how Peter sees himself, and that maybe if he doesn’t portray himself how Wade expects, he’s not going to be interested anymore.
“Wait, why didn’t you say anything when I first said it?” Wade backtracks. His hands are still on Peter’s legs, and they’re still rubbing his skin. It’s distraction enough, in a good way. Contact meant he wasn’t repulsed by Peter, right?
“I didn’t want to ruin your mood or make you uncomfortable.” Peter knows it’s a damn flimsy excuse, but it’s the one he has. Because if Peter had corrected him and it had thrown Wade off enough for him to call off having sex… Peter never would have recovered from that.
“ Me? You didn’t want to make me uncomfortable while making yourself feel that way.” And Wade’s tone is accusing, but there’s some amusement shining in his eye.
“It wasn’t that bad. I was fine.” Peter lies with another shrug. Sure, it wasn’t bad enough to ruin the sex for him, but every time Wade used the wrong term, he wanted to web his mouth shut.
“Peter, when I asked if anything made you uncomfortable, I wasn’t doing that for my benefit.” Wade’s hands come away from Peter’s thighs, only to settle on his hips. They’re warm and rough but they feel so damn good against Peter’s skin and he’s so distracted by the fact that Wade’s still sat between his thighs.
“...I know that,” Peter murmurs as his gaze lowers, both a little in shame, and a little because he’s distracted. Wade isn’t hard anymore, and Peter doesn’t know if it’s because his dick finally got with the programme or if he’s turned off by the conversation.
“Look, I get it.” Wade sighs, his attention being drawn down his body by Peter’s gaze. He tugs the condom off his cock and ties it before dropping it off the side of the bed. Peter would protest, but it's not his apartment. “No, actually, I can’t get it, not entirely, because I’m not trans. But I can understand why you’d be nervous to bring things like this up. And I know it’s easy for me to say, ‘ hey, it’s me, I’m one of the good guys, you don’t have to worry ’. But… you really don’t have to worry. I’m not gonna be an asshole about this stuff. You’re too important to me in the first place, but also I’m a piece of shit in many regards, but transphobic? Me? C’mon, Pete.”
And he does sound a little hurt that maybe Peter was worried about that. It’s not the root of the issue, but there’s always going to be that fear in the back of Peter’s mind the first time he has sex with someone. Even though he’s actively dating Wade, he can’t help that he’s scared. Does he think Wade could possibly be transphobic? Not really, but he does worry that there are lines he can’t cross. Like Peter not being able to see his parts as a penis for example might be too much for Wade because he’s meant to be a dating a guy.
“That’s not why I didn’t say anything.” Peter goes back to playing with his fingers. He wishes that Wade wasn’t still between his legs so that he could close them. He feels too exposed, too open. To give Wade credit where it’s due, his attention has been on Peter’s face, besides when he took the condom off.
Wade chews his lip a little, and his fingers drum slowly over Peter’s skin. He clearly wants to understand and help Peter with this, and he’s trying to without making the situation worse, that much is obvious. “You can talk to me.”
“I dunno just… other trans guys hate ‘feminine' terms… so I should too.” Peter grimaces again. He hates having to say it because that’s admitting that he prefers to be perceived as feminine, right?
“They’re not feminine when they’re regarding you . You’re a man, these are the sums of your parts, and you can refer to them however the fuck you like.” Peter wasn’t expecting the intensity of Wade’s tone. It was like he was defending Peter from his own thoughts and doubts. And it fucking works , it makes Peter’s chest tighten and his gut knot in a good way. There’s some relief that settles in his ribcage. Because not only was Wade accepting, he was fighting on Peter’s side.
“You’re… seriously okay with using… different terms for me?” Peter hates how uncertain and shy he feels. It’s hard, though, because he’s never had this conversation before and has always just dealt with what other people say or use for him. It never made it any easier when it was wrong, though.
“Peter, it shouldn’t matter what I’m okay with. It’s your body, not anyone else’s. I defaulted because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I should have asked.” Wade’s face shows his guilt. He feels in the wrong for something that is completely on Peter. Wade did everything right, and Peter set him up for failure.
“How could you have known? It’s not your fault.” Peter shrugs again, because what else is he meant to do? He’s laid out under Wade still, completely bare and exposed, and he just knows if he tries to go anywhere, Wade won’t let him, not until this is resolved.
“I should have asked, I shouldn’t have assumed. I’m sorry.” Wade apologising feels wrong too. Wade put Peter first the whole time, and he fucking asked if anything made Peter uncomfortable and he chose not to say anything. He went above and beyond to make Peter feel good. He’s done more than any of Peter’s past sexual and romantic partners have combined. And it was just their first time.
“You have no reason to be. It was still good, really good. I promise.” Peter assures, finally taking the chance to move his legs. Wade leans back, and Peter’s able to shift to one side of Wade and close his thighs together. It’s not perfect, but at least he’s not spread open in front of Wade while they have this talk.
“Look, Pete… the sex doesn’t matter to me, okay? It’s the least of my concerns when it comes to you. So, if I ever do anything or say anything that makes you uncomfortable, just tell me, please? I don’t ever wanna upset you.” And that’s not something he’s ever heard before. Partly because most of his relationships have been hook-ups, so it’s always been about the sex. But Peter’s a pretty horny guy, thanks to the testosterone, and so he’s usually the one initiating sex, but his partner’s are always overly eager. So, for Wade to outright say that their relationship is more important in every other aspect is new to him, and he doesn’t know how to digest that. It makes his heart feel like it’s throwing itself around in his chest.
“Okay, I will.” It’s all Peter can say, because they’re unpacking a lot of things as it is right now, and going into Wade caring that much about him after sex feels like a progression in their relationship that is too intense for how fresh they still are. Peter falls hard and fast because he’s stupid, and definitely stupid enough for the two of them, so the idea that Wade is that stupidly gone for him, too, is scary.
“Was it just the terms, or was anything else wrong?” Wade finally moves. Peter ignores the crack in his knees when he straightens up from where he was kneeling and climbs up the bed. Peter exhales deeply as the merc lies out beside him, leaving a respectable amount of space without feeling distant. His hand comes down to rest on Peter's hip.
“Just the terms, I promise. Everything else was fucking amazing.” Peter assures, and he takes the opportunity to roll onto his side so that he can face Wade. He wants to make sure that Wade understands that he means it, that despite his efforts to sabotage them, Wade treated him well, and it was good for him. Wade’s hand has to move to his other hip, but his hold is a little tighter now. It’s nice.
“Okay, good. Because yeah, the sex doesn’t matter in the sense that I don’t care if we do or don’t have sex, but like it matters that I want it to be good for you when we do.” Wade feels like he’s clarifying, as if maybe Peter missed the point. He didn’t, but he’s still trying to ignore the idea that Wade could happily be with him without sex. Because that’s a huge admission that he’s just not ready for yet. Even if his mind is screaming at him because fuck if Wade Wilson isn’t perfect for him.
“It was. So long as it was good for you, too.” Peter wants to check in, too, because maybe he said or did something wrong, and Wade isn’t saying anything. And wouldn’t that just be the biggest hypocritical ball of irony for them both?
“Baby boy, it would have been perfect if you’d put me in my place during and not after.” Wade grins that stupid smile he always does when he knows he’s deserving of being put in his place for what he’s said. And yet Peter's fond ass is too soft on him and they both know it.
“Alright, I get it.” Peter huffs, biting back a smile. He shuffles forward slightly, and Wade reciprocates, moving closer until their legs press together and their hips meet. Wade’s arm comes further around Peter’s body, and in turn, Peter’s hands come to rest against Wade’s chest.
“Just so I’m on the same page as you, tell me your preferred terms,” Wade says it just before he presses a lingering kiss to Peter’s forehead. He’d thought they were done, that it was pretty clear where Peter stood. But he supposed that after what just happened, Wade’s more than valid in making sure he has it right for next time.
Peter’s mouth falls open, but his embarrassment stops the words from coming out. It’s not like he’s completely healed of this shame; it’ll take a while for him to get there. His face heats up, and he lowers his head so that it’s tucked into Wade’s chest a little. “Ugh, it feels weird saying them now.”
“Peter, you’re still gaped from my dick, getting shy now is pointless.” Wade scoffs as his hand unhelpfully travels lower on Peter’s back, coming to rest on the curve of his ass. It makes the heat on his face worse, because Wade’s words draw attention to the fact that he can feel how relaxed and still how wet he is from their sex. And that’s just not fair.
“Why d’you have to be so blunt?” Peter can laugh it off a little, but he does find himself squeezing his legs tighter together like that will do him any favours.
“Because I’ll write off sex with you entirely before I do anything to make you feel like shit.” And that intensity is back in Wade’s tone. He wants Peter to feel comfortable, but he’s also dead serious about this. He cares more about Peter as a person than about sex with him, and that’s just doing all kinds of things to Peter’s head and his heart.
“Even if it’s good sex?” Peter tries to joke back, because the raw emotion is too much for him right now.
“Well, it’s not if you’re uncomfortable.” Wade points out, and Peter’s chest fucking aches. Holy shit is Wade incredible. How the hell did he get so lucky? And how the hell did anyone let this dumbass go? Their fucking loss, honestly. Peter’s never had a partner care so much, or be as attentive as Wade. He thought he knew what having a partner like that was like, but he was wrong. Wade’s making them all look bad.
“Okay… just… call it like it is.” Peter almost shrugs again, but he holds himself steady. Because shrugging makes it seem like he’s indifferent, and he knows Wade cares deeply about this.
“You really can’t say it?” Wade’s hand comes away from Peter’s hip, only to nudge his chin up. And Peter is forced to meet Wade’s gaze, and his face is still warm from his embarrassment, but Wade’s eyes are soft and kind, and there’s no teasing.
“Why do I have to?” Peter’s genuinely curious as to why Wade’s being so insistent. He knows there has to be a reason, Wade’s not the kind of guy to push for his own gratification.
“Because if you can’t, how can I know you’re actually comfortable with it?” Wade drops his head to the pillow so that he’s completely level with Peter now. And after all this, Wade’s still making sure he doesn’t mess this up. He’s refusing to assume again. Peter’s heart can’t take anymore, he’s going to do or say something stupid if Wade keeps this up.
Peter takes in a deep breath. “…cunt and pussy are fine. And clit, just clit.”
“Done. Locked in. I’m sorry I didn’t ask earlier.” Wade’s thumb strokes down Peter’s jaw slowly. It leaves goosebumps across Peter’s arms.
“But you did. I just… didn’t answer properly.” Peter clicks his tongue. This was truly all his fault, and he wasn’t about to let Wade take the blame for it. He did everything right. From the first second, he gave Peter an out and did everything he could to make sure he was comfortable with what was happening. And Peter didn’t give him any damn aid in that.
“For the record; you’ve got a fucking smoking cunt, baby boy. You were saying how you could suck my dick all night, but I think I’m gonna have a hard time keeping myself out of you.” Wade smirks and Peter’s whole damn body feels like it ignites. His mind races, but he tries shutting the thoughts down as quickly as they come, because holy shit is that an offer Peter would love to take him up on.
“Fucking hell, Wade.” Peter has to laugh it off, otherwise he might just shove his hips forward and try getting onto Wade’s cock again. He’s sure the merc wouldn’t mind or complain, but he needs to have better self-control.
“God, you’re pretty,” Wade murmurs in a soft voice, unlike anything else he’s said tonight. Peter lifts his gaze, and the adoration in Wade’s eyes is almost enough to make him roll over or cover his face to hide himself like he’s an embarrassed child. Wade makes him feel so giddy and important, and it’s the best feeling in the world.
“Shut up.” He settles on biting his bottom lip and averting his gaze. His chastising earns him a soft, lingering kiss to his cheek. He won’t complain. Wade’s lips might not be the smoothest, but they feel so nice against his skin.
“It’s way too soon to say I L-word you. But just know, it’s coming to mind.” Wade admits the one thing that’s been tormenting Peter almost all night. He inhales a little sharply, which makes his chest ache more, or maybe Wade’s words do. Either way, he’d be the biggest asshole if he didn’t reciprocate when he feels the same.
“Yeah… for me too.” Peter bites back a smile as he rests his forehead against Wade’s own. The merc’s hold on him tightens, and their bodies slot impossibly closer together.
“Cool,” Wade hums, and Peter can’t get the smile off his face. Yeah, he was falling madly in love with Wade.