The ice guy and the who? ( peter isn't totally oblivious but he tries to narrow down his attention to things and people that actually cross his path, so yeah, that reference goes directly over his head in a sweeping whoosh. doesn't matter, turns out, whether he understands the reference being volleyed at him because wade sets his strong hands around his hips and pulls him down, allows him to settle fully against him and peter accidentally (against his will) makes a pleased sound into the kiss. a breathy affirmation of how much he's into being grabbed and feeling strong thighs under his ass. his hands slip, from neck to shoulders, down across wade's collarbones to his chest where peter is full on groping him like he's wanted to — oh, fuck, he's wanted to, hasn't he? — for an undetermined amount of time because he doesn't like to get specific in introspection.
to give wade some wiggle room, peter doesn't know what the hell he wants. he knows he's notoriously bad at relationships — you know, after having one. the perceived end all, be all. the kind that ends in forever and after, not to be confused with forever after. what he knows is he's horrified to care about someone that much again, although, knowing wade can keep regenerating against all odds has helped. this. this thing. the thing where wade is caressing his hips and raking his teeth across peter's lip, making him rasp: )Shut up.
I need you to keep kissing me.
( a little rude, maybe, but not exactly out of their norm. peter does stop to look at wade, mask askew, scars and all, to try to catch his covered eyes. his knees dig into wade's hips, pressing in a squeeze. a reassuring, hey, i'm right here with you and then peter traps his mouth against his. too scared of emotional intimacy to linger on it, here and now, and more into licking into wade's mouth again. he isn't a hit it and quit it type, but he doesn't know that he's a promise eternity guy, either. now, after the baggage. )
Please don't stop.
( and if he shifts his hips, it's not to get comfortable, it's 100% because he's turned on. )
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to give wade some wiggle room, peter doesn't know what the hell he wants. he knows he's notoriously bad at relationships — you know, after having one. the perceived end all, be all. the kind that ends in forever and after, not to be confused with forever after. what he knows is he's horrified to care about someone that much again, although, knowing wade can keep regenerating against all odds has helped. this. this thing. the thing where wade is caressing his hips and raking his teeth across peter's lip, making him rasp: ) Shut up.
I need you to keep kissing me.
( a little rude, maybe, but not exactly out of their norm. peter does stop to look at wade, mask askew, scars and all, to try to catch his covered eyes. his knees dig into wade's hips, pressing in a squeeze. a reassuring, hey, i'm right here with you and then peter traps his mouth against his. too scared of emotional intimacy to linger on it, here and now, and more into licking into wade's mouth again. he isn't a hit it and quit it type, but he doesn't know that he's a promise eternity guy, either. now, after the baggage. )
Please don't stop.
( and if he shifts his hips, it's not to get comfortable, it's 100% because he's turned on. )