( the first reflex is to duck his face but he can't go very far with wade's palm on him, rough leather (??) on his thumb sliding across his lower lip. he does okay, he thinks. being with gwen had give him more confidence and having super powers for sure boosted a guy's self-image. it's been forever since he's bothered to look deeply in the mirror for more than the obligatory glance while brushing his teeth or frantically combing his fingers through his hair because he's late. so it's something to hear he's gorgeous, of all the synonyms for eh, you'll do in the thesaurus. )
I'm... ( he wrestles with it, grin too sharp to be genuinely receptive. ) This is my face.
( as a matter of fact, it would kill him to take a compliment.
then it happens: wade draws up his own red mask, showcasing scars for one blink of an eye, much too short a span for peter to process or formulate several questions, to even attempt to correlate the reality of the man and the version that maybe, might have haunted a dream or two. he parts his lips, almost lands on the beginning of a thought when their mouths collide and he stifles it, lets it get lost between them in a series of inhales and exhales between hard kisses. peter doesn't help that, doesn't try to pull back or get wade to ease off. if anything, it's hotter because it feels desperate and hungry, and incentivizes throwing a knee over the far side of wade's lap to hover over the top of his thighs. zero to sixty-five in 20 seconds or less.
it's only after he's done it that he questions comfort levels. peter is very handsy, but for now, he's limiting that tactile need with the back of wade's neck, both of his arms loose over his shoulders. does he get any points for not instantly sinking down on his lap? )
You good with this? ( jesus, is that his voice? embarrassing. ) You said earlier it was a yes about climbing you and I couldn't get it out of my head.
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I'm... ( he wrestles with it, grin too sharp to be genuinely receptive. ) This is my face.
( as a matter of fact, it would kill him to take a compliment.
then it happens: wade draws up his own red mask, showcasing scars for one blink of an eye, much too short a span for peter to process or formulate several questions, to even attempt to correlate the reality of the man and the version that maybe, might have haunted a dream or two. he parts his lips, almost lands on the beginning of a thought when their mouths collide and he stifles it, lets it get lost between them in a series of inhales and exhales between hard kisses. peter doesn't help that, doesn't try to pull back or get wade to ease off. if anything, it's hotter because it feels desperate and hungry, and incentivizes throwing a knee over the far side of wade's lap to hover over the top of his thighs. zero to sixty-five in 20 seconds or less.
it's only after he's done it that he questions comfort levels. peter is very handsy, but for now, he's limiting that tactile need with the back of wade's neck, both of his arms loose over his shoulders. does he get any points for not instantly sinking down on his lap? )
You good with this? ( jesus, is that his voice? embarrassing. ) You said earlier it was a yes about climbing you and I couldn't get it out of my head.