[ The help getting Peter a little less clothed was absolutely appreciated. The moment all of that skin was exposed, Wade helped himself to running his gloves over his skin. Worshiped him like a sinner getting to touch a sacred idol, caught up to the point that he didn't notice the scrutiny he was under. One of his thumbs stroked over a nipple, pupils dilating with interest behind his mask at the way the cool air made it harden.
Peter was every bit as strong as the mercenary, but his muscles were for more lean. Everything about Wade was thick (wink) and his body was built for power over speed or flexibility. God, he wanted to mouth at every bruise. Find out who caused each one and put them through hell for daring to hurt such a perfect creature. Didn't care in the slightest that Peter was more than capable of protecting himself, it still felt like it was his job to help keep him safe.
The voice snapped Wade out of that line of thought, as did the hand sliding down to rub at him through his suit. The request made his eyes narrow, just for a moment, before he gave a nod. It would feel ten times better without fabric in the way. If Peter freaked out and left, well, it was easier to just get it over with. ]
Take off as much as you want. Just don't expect me to look like Hugh fuckin' Jackman under here. My healing factor is a bitch. Don't worry, though, my dick's still amazing.
[ It's said with a light tone, his tendency towards self-depreciation shining through. Made a joke to avoid the vulnerability piece as much as possible.
Wade would argue he wasn't insecure, he was just realistic. Didn't matter that he had been plenty attractive before his transformation, his body was now riddled with scarring from his healing factor, and there weren't that many people who wanted to even look at him. There was a reason he wore the suit, and it wasn't to protect anyone close to him from getting hurt. The scarring didn't hurt, though--there were no open wounds, keloids, or any redness. ]
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Peter was every bit as strong as the mercenary, but his muscles were for more lean. Everything about Wade was thick (wink) and his body was built for power over speed or flexibility. God, he wanted to mouth at every bruise. Find out who caused each one and put them through hell for daring to hurt such a perfect creature. Didn't care in the slightest that Peter was more than capable of protecting himself, it still felt like it was his job to help keep him safe.
The voice snapped Wade out of that line of thought, as did the hand sliding down to rub at him through his suit. The request made his eyes narrow, just for a moment, before he gave a nod. It would feel ten times better without fabric in the way. If Peter freaked out and left, well, it was easier to just get it over with. ]
Take off as much as you want. Just don't expect me to look like Hugh fuckin' Jackman under here. My healing factor is a bitch. Don't worry, though, my dick's still amazing.
[ It's said with a light tone, his tendency towards self-depreciation shining through. Made a joke to avoid the vulnerability piece as much as possible.
Wade would argue he wasn't insecure, he was just realistic. Didn't matter that he had been plenty attractive before his transformation, his body was now riddled with scarring from his healing factor, and there weren't that many people who wanted to even look at him. There was a reason he wore the suit, and it wasn't to protect anyone close to him from getting hurt. The scarring didn't hurt, though--there were no open wounds, keloids, or any redness. ]