[ I need you to keep kissing me was a bullet that pierced through the heart of him. It didn't just turn Wade on, it struck his suffocating desire to be needed for something. Anything at all. It almost didn't seem real that he could have both the pleasure of kissing the man he'd been chasing for years and that sort of balm on his fractured soul, no matter how temporary.
The grip he has on Peter's hips encourages him to keep moving, but then those hands were sliding back, allowing himself to cop a feel of the ass he'd been staring at that night for far longer than was appropriate. Wade's an ass man, sue him. His hips moved on their own accord, grinding upwards as he captured Peter's lips into another heated liplock. It was more than apparent just how hard he was from what they were doing, straining against red leather.
If nothing else, he was doing an excellent job at keeping the merc more quiet than usual. The man loved kissing and was more than happy to let that occupy his mouth instead of voicing every though that entered his brain. Still, there were a few that needed to be shared. ]
You feel what you do to me, baby boy? I want you so fucking bad. [ It's practically growled against the younger man's lips, voice lower with a tone like gravel. He never expected Peter to seem every bit as eager as he felt. One hand stayed on his ass, but the other fumbled upwards, trying to find some sort of zipper. He wanted access to more, wanted to see that soft, pale skin underneath the suit. Didn't seem the least bit bothered that the roof was perhaps not the best place for this. ]
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The grip he has on Peter's hips encourages him to keep moving, but then those hands were sliding back, allowing himself to cop a feel of the ass he'd been staring at that night for far longer than was appropriate. Wade's an ass man, sue him. His hips moved on their own accord, grinding upwards as he captured Peter's lips into another heated liplock. It was more than apparent just how hard he was from what they were doing, straining against red leather.
If nothing else, he was doing an excellent job at keeping the merc more quiet than usual. The man loved kissing and was more than happy to let that occupy his mouth instead of voicing every though that entered his brain. Still, there were a few that needed to be shared. ]
You feel what you do to me, baby boy? I want you so fucking bad. [ It's practically growled against the younger man's lips, voice lower with a tone like gravel. He never expected Peter to seem every bit as eager as he felt. One hand stayed on his ass, but the other fumbled upwards, trying to find some sort of zipper. He wanted access to more, wanted to see that soft, pale skin underneath the suit. Didn't seem the least bit bothered that the roof was perhaps not the best place for this. ]