[ Wade laughed again, but this time he spoke while he did. ] I want you like Maverick wanted Iceman, baby. You need me to prove it? [ He kissed him again, every bit as eager and desperate as the first few had been.

To be fair to Peter, though, after everything with Typhoid Mary he was a pretty big stickler for consent. Trauma tended to do that to a person.

But he was the one that had kissed Peter, and he was the one gripping his hips tight and pulling him to sit fully in his lap.

There was still some wariness about foisting all of his garbage baggage on someone, but... maybe, there was a chance for Peter that it was physical? Wade certainly wouldn't say no to being used as relief. Didn't believe he was worth more than that anyway. At least he could tell himself that was what was happening so he could enjoy this without feeling guilty as hell. He wanted him so fucking bad that he'd tell himself pretty much anything to make it okay that he was sliding his tongue into the hero's mouth, groaning into their liplock.

Kissing him was addicting, and yet he selfishly wanted even more. Wouldn't push Peter too hard, didn't know where his boundaries were at, but god... he'd take whatever he could get. His thumbs rubbed at the younger man's hipbones, giving his lips a playful nip before he pulled back to take a breath. ]

You believe me yet, or do you need a bit more convincing?