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It's Saturday. Movie night.
The night each week Wade insists he come over and eat some shitty pizza with an even shittier movie playing in nothing but grey sweats. Usually, Peter wouldn't mind. It was nice to have a day to spend time with him, and as long as Wade was paying for the pizza and popcorn, he really couldn't complain.
What he could complain about though is his arm wrapped around his shoulder, head leaned into him, the obvious bulge from whatever weirdo dream he was having staring at him through the light fabric.
Swallowing, Peter pulls his eyes away, refocusing on the screen, stuffing his mouth with pepperoni pie to take his mind off it. That should work right? Seconds later his eyes wander back to their original position, mindlessly chewing as he stared.
It's not until Wade snores and it twitches that Peter's eyes widen, looking away again. Finishing his slice, He pulls up his phone, checking the calendar. There was only one explanation why he was so horny. Shit..
Really? Now? He didn't feel this way yesterday, though.. then again.. he didn't see Wade yesterday either. Grunting, Peter buried his face in his hands. This is so embarrassing. He can't even have his best friend over without his briefs getting wet? God..
‘This is ridiculous’ he thought, looking at him a third time, this time his eyes looking over him as a whole, taking in his big chest, strong shoulders and ripped abdomen. Not to mention the muscley arm around him.
Swallowing, he shakes his head. ‘Okay, This is pathetic.’ All he could think about was sitting on his lap to wake him, but that was wrong. They were friends. Best friends- yes- but that was all. Being overly horny wouldn't change that.
Sighing, he gently moves his head to lay back on the couch instead of his shoulder so he could get up. Stretching, he groans, his shirt comes up a little. Reaching over his lap, he's careful not to wake him as he takes a handful of popcorn, blushing at the pulse through his pants. God damn.. whatever he was dreaming about must have been good. Probably about some girl.. too bad Pete wasn't a girl.
Shoving the handful into his mouth, he lazily picks up the remote, pausing the movie for him. He didn't want Wade to miss more than he already has. Setting it down on the coffee ringed table, he stops, looking up with wide eyes, watching as Wade shifts, stretching too, revealing his hip bones.
Peter almost chokes on the popcorn, coughing quietly, covering his mouth and walks out of the living room. Holy shit.. fuck!
Oooh He hates him. He hates him so much. Why does he have to be like this!? It's like he knew he was teasing him.
Grunting, he swallows the rest of the kernels in his mouth, closing the bathroom door behind him. Putting his hands on the sink, He lets his head drop, his shoulders poking up in the mirror. He glares at himself. “You're better than this! He's just… a guy! It's not a big deal! Those things happen sometimes. It doesn't mean anything! ..Stupid shots..” he grumbles.
Closing his eyes, all he can see is that clear outline. God he was big. Even if he could.. ‘No! What's wrong with you!?’ Rolling his eyes, they slowly land on the tub, following up the metal tubing to the showerhead.
Now that..? That. He could manage.
Before he knew it, Peter threw off his clothes, trying to strip as quietly as possible. He'd have to be quick. Just one quick session. A little MB never killed anyone right? Before his brain could start on its tangent of ‘Yes Peter, thousands of people slip in the shower and injure themselves every year’ He turned the knob, shutting the shower curtain and twisted the dial.
Okay- He could do this. Finish himself off with a quickie and get back out there before he woke up and got curious. God he hated how nosey Wade was.. but at the same time..
His hand holds the handle, angling it as he leans against the shower wall. Closing his eyes, he imagines Wade on his knees, nose deep into his heat. Groaning, he rubs up against it, the water not hitting entirely perfect but he didn't have time to be picky right now. Leaning his head back, Peter thought about holding his head, nails scratching at his scalp.
He thought about Wade and what he'd said before, about how all the other guys didn't know how to eat a good pussy when it was presented to them on a plate. The raise of his brow and teasing smirk he gave when he said he'd have to teach him sometime. Moaning softly, it's barely a whine, trying to eagerly push the water up to his clit but he gasps, overwhelmed. It's too much pressure at once.
Whimpering, Peter uses his other hand, coming up to his lips, spitting on his fingers before gliding their way over his nipple.
“H-hah.. Please..” he whispers, dipping back into his mind, now imagining Wade suckling on his chest, leg between his thighs, pushing And praising him for grinding on his leg. The texture of the scarring making a perfect ridge for him to inch up on.
“Ooh.. F-fuck.” Hiking up a leg, Peter brought the showerhead more in between, letting the water shoot up like a flood finally filling a dry canal after a drought. Switching hands, he leans his body against the wall, softly moving his hips enough for the water to just graze his clit and still keep him feeling full.
It's now that his knees feel like buckling, imagining going out there right this second and riding him like one of those bulls at the bars. Biting his lip, Peter thought about how Wade might feel. He was big, yeah, but he wondered if his scarring would make it feel ribbed, if it was thick enough to fill him in one go. He thought about Wades rough hands on his hips, helping him bounce on it like a pogo stick. He'd probably say something too about how beautiful he is. Or how tight he is.
Wade would kiss his own scars and wouldn't stop until He's kissed them all.
“Yes.. y-yes.. please.” He whispers- or so he thinks- In reality this comes out as a moan, a decently audible one too. Shifting the metal head again, he tries to hump the stream of warm water directly, Gapsing again.
Peter imagines it's Wade's finger and not his own as he spits in his fingers once again, bringing it back as he starts to work his finger into his ass. The tightness in his stomach is building up, he can feel his toes trying to curl already.
“Wade…Ooh wade.. please- shit.. Please” He groans, mouth fully open, practically drooling as he curls the finger, still trying his best to grind against the head. “O-oH.. oh please.. please.. Fuck-.. Wade, please” He whimpers.
Just before that rubber band in his abdomen can snap, the shower curtain is jerked open, and standing there is his best friend, Naked in all his glory.
Screaming, Peter pulls his finger away, and turns the head to spray him from the fright, but by the time it took his eyes to adjust, Wade had gotten into the shower, grabbing the head out of his hands.
“W-wade!!” He yells, a little angry that he was so close to getting off, and now here he was. Part of his mind told Peter he should hit him, the other half told him to turn around to present like a dog and hope he got the hint.
“Shh, that's right Baby scream my name-” Wade whispers, a hand coming to his cheek and then his shoulder, taking a step forward.
“Wade!” He says, far more stern and semi aggressive “What are you doing in here!?”
Peter takes a step back, again, and another until he's pushed up a wall. Swallowing, he wonders if he's made a mistake. “Wade!!” He scolds him, trying to push him away but his hands only fall on his chest.. his big.. warm.. wet chest.
Gasping again, Wade had pressed the head between his legs, other hand gently guiding his hip to the right place. Peters hands now clutch onto his arms, leaning forward with a loud moan. “Oooh! W-Wade!!” He whimpers, not sure if this is real or not. He felt real… he looked real.. He smelled real even.
Slowly, his eyes draw up, trying not to roll back as his hand rubs over his hip, smiling at him so sweetly. “I won't let you fall.” He said to him, leaving Peter even more confused than before. That is until he saw his dick. Red, hard and at full attention, a slight upwards bend and heavy balls that he thought would fit in his hands nicely.
His nails scratch into Wade's arms, keeping himself balanced, hips rocking, eyes closed tight.
“That's it.. let go. You're alright.” Wade reassures, shifting to turn him around, softly pushing his bottom forward, the showerhead now against the wall instead. “Shh I got It.” He tells him, and Peter can practically feel the proud but smug smirk he was giving him, watching Peter hump against the hot water.
“Fuck, you're beautiful..” He whispers, the hand guiding him now holding him in a certain area. “That feel good?”
“W-wAde!”
“Oooh, baby, I know it does. Shh.. breathe. It makes it easier. Deep breaths.” He whispers, letting his lips touch his neck, just under his ear.
And so Peter does. He takes deep breaths, allowing Wade to slide a hand over the curve of his ass, sliding up his inner knee, lifting just slightly. Instantly it was heaven.
“Ah- h-Hah- yes!” Peter moans, trying not to move.
“Yes?” He asks, teasingly, teeth nibbling down the nape of his neck.
“Yes!” Peter yells. “F-fUck yes!”
No one else had been able to make him feel this way so flawlessly, so skilled and experienced. Part of Peter was jealous. Who did he learn this from? The hornier part didn't care and wanted to know who he should address with a thank you letter too. So many failed dates. Hours of trying to find the perfect spot or mere minutes of roughly rubbing his inner lip before asking ‘Did you cum?’ Something told Peter Wade wouldn't have to ask. That he would know.
Ugh of course Wade would know how to make him cum. Of all people… God he hated him. Of course it's his hot cock pressed against him that made his insides ache, pulse and twitch, wanting filled with the thick muscle gently pressing on the back of his thigh.
Wade runs his thick and coarse padded hands over a hip, slowly making his way down, pushing a finger into the dripping hot tunnel, Peter’s knees coming together. Legs tightening despite the burning slit melting them like butter. His body betrayed him..
Between the steam, the blur in his mind, and facing a wall, Peter couldn't see much, but he could assume- which was honestly much worse. Panic fills his head, looking back with worried raised brows.
“W-wait! I don't want to get pregnant!” He shouts. Before the sentence was even over, The finger was quickly- but carefully removed.
“What??” Wade asks, “Webs, if my finger gets you pregnant we're going to have to have way bigger problems” he laughs, dropping Peter's knee, wrapping his arms loosely around his waist.
Peter whined from the lack of stimulation, the water didn't hit his clit the way it was before, and now that he's gotten a taste, the aching almost actually hurt, clenching and releasing, begging for it- for anything to fill that canyon of yearning.
“I-.. that was?”
For a second Wade chuckles, leaning his chin on his shoulder, affectionate as ever. “Babes, there's no way you thought-”
But Peter blinked, looking at him through the corner of his big bambi eyes.
“... Oh shit.. Are you serious? When you said those Tinder guys were terrible I didn’t think… Oh I am so so sorry. Were uh..” he pulls him closer, slowly walking his fingers down his hip line, brushing a hand over the lush brown curls. “We're gonna have to fix that, ain't we?”
Peter blushes, swallowing as he comes back to earth. Here he was, standing in his shower, his best friend spreading his hips, teasingly caressing the puffy lips with the tip of his finger and kissing his neck.
Last time he checked this is NOT how movie nights were supposed to go.. hell.. he didn't even have netflix!
“Here's what we're gonna do. You shake your head yes or no. I'm gonna take this away-” he starts, taking the shower head from him, Only getting a loud whine in protest.
“Hey!! I-” Peter starts.
“Ssshhh. Listen. Are you listening? I'm going to take some for lubricant, work it into you, and then im going to fuck you in the ass until you cum so hard you scream my name. Got it? After that I'll clean you up nice and good and even wash your hair- cause I doubt you'll be able to stand up- Does all that sound okay? Hm?” He asks, hands lingering his sides, smooching his shoulder between every word or so.
Peter blinked, Nodding a little too quickly.
Wade only chuckled, kissing up his neck again. “No, Baby. Think about it. I wish you would have just asked. I would have brought some and lubed you up properly.. brought a pack of condoms for us to run through.. I got some nice Hello Kitty ones I've been saving for a special occasion.”
“Tch.. Cringe..” Peter mumbled with a small smile, proving he was listening. Of course Wade used Hello Kitty condoms..
Wade smirks, resting his chin on shoulder, spitting into the tips of his fingers, lightly brushing over the large nub elongated in the front.
Immediately Peter gasped, leaning his head back. “..yes..”
“Yes what, Sweetheart? Tell daddy what you want~” Wade purrs, softly stroking, making Peter buck his hips forward.
“F-fuck me!”
“Don't have to tell me twice honey. Now I know how you feel about this, but bare with me. It'll be worth it. Swear.” Wade whispers, inserting not one but two fingers into the dripping aching soft cavern. Peter makes a noise, his hand coming to grab Wade's wrist, holding it steady.
“Shhh… I know.. I'm gonna curl a bit to scoop some out alright?”
Peter nods, already stuffed with uncomfortable fingers but Wade wasn't trying to smash his cervix as hard as he can like some of his past dates. Something Told Peter he would never have to worry about Wade. His heart fluttered as he kisses the back of his neck, sucking a little too hard not to leave a mark but it only excited him more. He's had dreams like this.. Wade marking him up And putting those long talented fingers to good use.
Pulling the fingers away, Wade pushes briefly on the bottom of his spine, bending him just a smidge. Carefully, he rubs it in, slowly pushing, circle movements.
Another gasp falls out of his mouth, feeling just how large his fingers alone were, becoming nervous of what his dick might do to him. It was about to change his life forever that was for sure.. and He hoped It was for the better.
“Deep breath… in..” Wade enters a finger, just half way, Letting Peter press the rest of the way in on his own, breathing out. Peter pushes back his hips until he reaches his knuckle, already that empty feeling starting to dispurse but it wasn't enough.
“Jesus.. you really DO want this, don't you?” Wade whispers, watching as Peter devours a second finger, hooking his hip, keeping him still. He knows how Pete can get. He gets too excited and will start moving around before he's even adjusted.
Shushing him softly, Wade kisses his shoulder, curling and straightening his fingers. “..yeS..” Peter groans, hand coming between his legs only for Wade to pull it away.
“Don't. Not yet. God, you're so greedy.” He chuckles, instead putting the fingers in his mouth while he stretches him, sucking and licking to his heart's content.
Whining, Peter becomes impatient, Spitting on his other hand, bringing it to the abandoned nub begging for stimulation and attention. Almost immediately Wade moves His hand from His hip, ripping it away. “Not.. Yet. Baby boy I know, this is probably the best you've felt in weeks-”
‘Try months.’ Peter thought.
“-But you're going to cum too early and then I'm not going to be able to help much now will I? Look if you want me to help you just rub one out just tell me. I'm all up for it, but you have to tell me what you want, baby.”
Peter grunts; complaining about having to wait but he felt the cock pressing against his thigh and the insanity in his head wanted that thing Inside of him. And bad..
“Fine..just hurry up and do it already.. I want it..”
“You want what, babe?”
Alright.. now Wade was just getting sadistic with it, which made Peter turn his head to the glare. “You know what.” Grabbing the hardness behind him, he squeezed gently And began to pump his arm.
“Fuck-” Wade curses, biting his tounge and accidently bucked into his hand. Seems like he wasn't the only one ready for this.
After a few more pumps, Peter quit, dropping it, leaving Wade frictionless and twitching. “Aww.. shit Pete..”
“Not yet. Remember?” Peter mocked, even tilting his head and made an impression of his voice.
Wade pulls the fingers close to being out, pushing back in.
“OH.. hah.. oh you bastard!” Peter moans, glancing back at him with the biggest ‘'fuck me” eyes he's ever seen. “Wade.. Please.” He says to him, leaning forward to put his hands on the wall, arching just slightly.
Wade lets a breath put through his teeth, removing the fingers and taking a step back to admire the view. Pulling apart his ass, it's his turn to stare, licking his lips. “Alright.. fine. You win. Like always.. little brat.”
“I'm not a brat.” Peter scoffs. (And lied through his teeth)
Spitting on his fingers, Wade slathers it over himself, stepping forward as he lined up, letting the tip just kiss the waiting hole.
“Darlin’, Are you ready for more?”
With a nod, he pushes forward, slightly surprised to feel how easily he slips in. Peter moans lowly, resting his head on the shower wall, trying to stay still and take in the new shape.
But here was another problem.. He was tight. Almost too tight. Tight enough that Wade had to breathe himself, pulling his hips back and set his chin on his shoulder. “Fuck babe..” He whispers, hairs on the back of his neck rising (if he had any) as Peter squirms, trying to move.
This only makes Wade hold him tighter, trying to keep him still. “Wait.” He says sternly. If he kept it up, he'd cum far too soon. And while having a healing factor can help with that, he wanted this to be special for Peter.. This was their first time together after all.
“And here I thought you could handle me..” Peter mutters, pretending to pout. Almost immediately Wade grunts. “Yeah.. Not a brat my ass.” He says, pulling out just enough to shove back in.
The gasp that came from him is heavenly, light and pleased. “Wade-”
“What? I thought this is what you wanted? What? Can't handle me?” He mocks, keeping an arm locked in front of his pelvis, shoving back in a few times.
“Wade..” Peter whines, gripping his arm trying not to fall, but Wade wasn't like that, other hand groping his inner thigh, keeping his legs spread and a good grip on him.
Leaning over his back, Wade grit his teeth, keeping his eyes shut, listening to each different tone of his voice calling his name over each small plap of skin.
“Wade..!”
“Wade..”
“..Wade.”
“Wade!!”
Each one brought him closer. He's dreamt of this exact moment. He had a feeling Peter would be a vocal one. With how many times he stared at his mouth, hours he spent listening to how much he talked, it almost felt wrong to reduce him to such a short list of vocabulary.
It all almost made him forget the entire point. Within a seconds notice he slows down. Peter however was quick to protest. “H-harder.” He whines, And this was not a request- a command is more like it.
Now this was something Wade could do, pulling out and pushing in hard, deliberate with each thrust, taking deep breaths trying to slow their fun so as not to ruin it too soon. If he could- rather- if Peter would let him, he'd stay here forever. But the water would get cold eventually.
“F-faster.” Peter says, glancing back at him when Wade declined. “No.”
“What?”
“No. I don't know how the other guys were treating you but I'm not jackhammering you, babe. It's worth it. Trust me.”
“But-”
Wade's precise hits rub just the right way, sending a jolt up his spine all the way up to his heart. Gasping, Peter's jaw dropped open, groaning in a whisper.
“See? I told you I got you..” Wade tells him, kissing the tip of his ear. “Relax. Let me take care of you.”
Keeping up the pace, Wade moves his arm from his pelvis to hold his chin up, letting him completely melt and roll his eyes back, drool and whimper. “H-harder..?”
“Whatever you want, Baby.” So here he was, shifting to hold his thigh up to the side, Peter on his tip toes letting Wade do whatever he pleased to him, focusing on each pivot of his hips. “Ooh- Wade… Fuck.” He cries, tears pricking the edges of his eyes from the overwhelming feeling of depth, filled entirely. “Please..!”
“I'm tryin’ baby, Promise!” Wade chuckles, pushing his head back so he could kiss the tears away and mark his neck a little easier.
While water wasn't the best lube, the warmth made it a lot easier to stay loose. Between spit, spite, and Peter's natural slick, the friction only added to the pleasure Wade was mapping out with each movement, purposely hitting all the spots. Though still.. he wasn't done quite yet. He had another trick up his sleeve.. well..the one on the floor I guess.
Placing Peter's foot on the side of the tub, he brought his fingers back to his mouth, spitting once more and curled them into his front, rubbing gently while still keeping him close.
Groaning, Pete's hand quickly came down, holding his wrist from the amount of pleasure, letting his mouth stay open enough to catch flies as he looks down, watching each movement, each muscle of his fingers and tendons work.
Beginning to whimper, Wade knew it would be over soon, and good thing because he was having a hard time controlling his pace.
“W-wade..” he moans, trying hard to grind into his hand. Creating a rhythm for each hard, deep thrust and rub of his clit. Peter moved in a pattern, building up tension. “Wade..!! F-faster!”
This time, Wade didn't deny, letting himself buck deep, risking becoming sloppy but he wanted them to finish together.
“Ah- h-Hah- yes!” Peter moans, trying to press back into him and up towards his fingers at the same time. Putting his head back again, Peter pants, happy to experience this.. especially with Wade. At first he was afraid that this whole thing would ruin their friendship, but the longer it went on, the more he thought the opposite. Maybe.. they could be more than friends. “S-shit! Fuck! O-oOh yes!.. Wade..! Wade!! f-FUck me!” He slurrs, whimpering loudly through teary eyes.
“I am baby, I am!” Wade pants too, burying his face into his shoulder, affectionately trying to nuzzle into the nape of his neck and get as deep as possible each time but speed was taking over.
“Please! O-OohH please! Please.. Please Wade.. OohmmMmh Wade.. Wade..” Loud cries become quiet pleas, breathless whispers of his name.. over and over. The loudest thing now was the slapping of his balls against his ass and ragged breathing.
All conversation was now limited to almost silent half sentences.
“You like that?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah!”
“You like when daddy fucks you like this huh?”
“Yeeeaah!!”
“Say it-”
“I-i hah- i like when daddy- Oh my god, Wade!”
“Almost. Almost baby. Almost there.” Wade breathes into his ear, feeling both of them begin to tighten and lock up. Peter wasn't even moving anymore, no longer humping his hand, instead rolling his eyes back, feeling as the waves flooded his senses. His toes curl, listening as Wade babbles to him nonsense. Stuff people just say when they’re about to cum. How beautiful and hot you are, how tight you are, that you're gorgeous and everything they've ever wanted. At least.. That's what he thought.
This is until one line caught his attention. Between the rough quick slamming and the rubbing, the dripping between his legs and ache building in his stomach, His eyes snap open.
“I love you, Peter.”
Just like that, Wade pierces as deeply as possible, spilling burning hot fluid into him. The water was cold by now, but Wade's body heat and just being filled blocked Peter from even noticing. Everything breaks. Peter screams his name, body tightening, pulsing as a large bolt of electric shock flies up his spine. Multiple times, smaller ones each time, slowing down as it dragged bim to a halt. Frozen in time, his chest heaves, eyes rolled back before he collapses into his arms.
_____
When Peter wakes up, or rather- comes back down to earth, He's in his own bed. Wrapped in a towel and Wade is ever so gently wiping between his legs. In a panic, Peter kicks him away, scrambling to grab a blanket, pulling it over him. “W-what are you doing!?”
Blinking, Wade holds the baby wipe, confused. “..cleaning you up? Like I promised.”
“I didn't ask you to do that.” Peter grunts, pulling his legs up, Wrapping an arm over them.
“You don't have to ask. It comes with the service.” Wade smirks. “Complimentary.”
For a moment, Peter's panic calmed down, taking a deep breath. “..Fine.. what happened?”
“Well.. I don't wanna brag but I think you blacked out. Now I'm not saying its because of my dick game buuutt-”
Peter blushes, glaring. God, Was he always this annoying? “S-shut up! … it was… okay..”
Wade, who now has Peter laid on his side wiping the sensitive skin, stopped and raised an invisible brow. “ ‘okay’ ?? Okay?! I'm sorry weren't you just all like ‘Uugh Ooh Wade! Ohh wade fuck me! Daddy! Fuck me please!’” He mocks, going as far as flopping on the bed, rolling around dramatically.
Peter's face only gets redder, his freckles almost disappearing. “I- No!! I didn't say that!”
“Im pretty sure I would know, Pete. I was there.”
Peter hits him with a pillow, smiling only to relax a bit, Waiting for Wade to finish wiping him off. “.....”
It takes a good minute but once he's done, Wade crawls up into bed next to him, wrapping an arm around him lazily.
"...ssooo...You fantasize about me~?”
"...shuddup wade.." Peter grumbles, now hiding his face with his hands, now worried that Wade would never let him live this down; perhaps make him regret it, or worse, He was right and this changed their friendship forever.
If Peter has learned anything over the years its that feelings complicated things. Sometimes things that he actually really liked.. some things.. being the only Thing going on for him. Peter liked Wade.. more then friends. And while Wade joked a lot about it, he wasn't sure if he was serious or not about it. He probably wasn't. He probably was just trying to get A piece of ass.. and now that he got it?
Peter worried he would leave if things got too serious. It made Peter want to curl up in a ball and cry. This is what he was afraid of.
“Wade.. we..we don't have to uhm.. we can just mess around if you w-”
“Does this mean we're together?” Wade blurts out.
Peter blinks, rolling over to look at him. “..What?”
Wade frowns, worried he said something wrong. “I mean.. like.. a couple? Together together.. i-it's cool if you don't want to, I just thought.. maybe..You know what? Nevermind. Yeah, we can still be friends and.. mess around.. if thats what you want.”
Peter stares at him; but not like before. In his eyes, looking, searching with his entire soul for any insincerity. Tears begin to well in his eyes, glossing them over. “No..”
“Oh- I! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry, I just.. I thought..”
Through the tightness in his throat, Peter's watery eyes fleck gold. ".....do... I wouldn't assume you'd want to be together together with a guy like me..cause.. you know..” Peter trails off, looking down only for Wade to cup his face.
"What!? NO! Peter, you're the smartest, funniest, hottest guy I know! Of course I wanna be together together with you!"
Becoming embarrassed as if this guy wasn't an entire 7 and 1/4th inches deep in him just a few moments ago. “...Are you sure you're not just saying that because you just came in my ass?”
"I’m definitely not just saying it because I just came in your ass. Scouts honor!" Wade saluted, smirking like a real dork.
God.. what an idiot.. "Tch...you're so Cringe!"
"You like cringe. So if anything, that makes you cringier than me."
“Nu uh!” Peter says.
“Oh yes huh~” Wade coes, putting an arm over his chest, hovering over him with a big smile And half lidded eyes. “You wwuuuvv me~”
Peter, still butt naked, smacks him with a pillow, pushing his face away with a joyful squeal. “Cringe!!”
“Hey!! Rude! Say it!”
“Say what?”
“Say it!”
The two begin to wrestle, rough housing on Peter's shitty second hand twin mattress.
“No!”
“Say you love me!”
“It's too cringey!”
“You're cringey!! And you love me! Say it!”
Slamming a pillow over his face, Peter grunts, sitting on his abdomen.
“Never!”
Rolling them over, Wade grabs his hands, pinning them as he begins to kiss down his jaw, planting kisses every inch. “Say you love me, Parker.”
“No!” Peter teases, though began to panic seeing how low Wade was going, smooching over his chest, licking his nipple seeing a shiver up his spine.
“H-hAH! fuck..Wade.”
“Say it.”
“N-no.”
Kissing over his abdomen and his stomach, Peter feels the heat rising in him again, ears reddening. Its not until Wade pushes his legs open, holding his thighs agasint the bed when he can hear his heart beat in his chest.
“w-Wade-!”
“Yes, my darling?”
For just a moment he stops, resting his chin on his stomach with a wolfy smirk. “Is there something you want to tell me?”
Swallowing, Peter shook his head. “I-.. no.”
“Okay. Whatever you say sweetheart. What a shame.” He whispers, Angling himself differently. Sticking out his tongue and looked up at Peter one last time as if threatening him.
Peter only gulps, Biting his lip and brings his hands to his scalp.. just like his fantasy.
Even with the warning, Peter wasn't prepared for just how quickly Wade found that sweet pea, giving it a large and tender lick.
Peter gasped, trying to move His legs but he couldn't because of Wade's hands holding him down. “W-wait!!” He says after Wade took another deep lick, this time pressing his nose against him. “I have something to say!”
Once again, Wade stops, batting his eyes and began kissing his thigh. “Yes, dear? What is it?”
“I-... I love you.” Peter whispers.
“I'm sorry, did you say something?” He asks, teasingly nipping.
“I love you.” Peter restates.
Still though, Wade shrugs. “Well, I guess if you have nothing to say-” Just before he could dive back in, Peter shouted. “I-i Love you!! I do, a-and I was worried you wouldn't love me back!”
Wade gave him a smile and a sympathetic look. “Awww.. baby boy.. who could ever not love you? I love you too.”
Unleashing his legs, like a bear trap they sprung, closing tight, around his head.
Squeezing, Peter threw his head back screaming, trying not to move much as Wade began to write it over and over again with his tongue.
Iloveyoupeter.
I love you Peter..
I l o v e y o u P e t e r…
Forever and always- Wade.