( as much of an advocate that he is for undressing wade equally, there's something to be said about the texture of leather skimming his bare skin. it's good and they can revisit clothed sex if they mutually agree to repeat this, but anonymity is not what started his attraction. that's everything to do with wade's sense of humor, having peter's back, and generally being a person that sticks around. mild irritations shifted somewhere (they can be grating still, at times, but they're fond more than not). )
Why would I want that? Hugh Jackman's not my type.
( he lifts his hand from wade's lap to tip his chin up. to kiss him, sure, gentler than any of the rest, but also to make one point clear.)
It better be. I'm counting on the dicking of my life after all this repressed sexual frustration. ( a bad joke, but what else is new? there's truth in there as well. ) I have needs.
( needs that are neither here nor there because his needs aren't wade's job to fulfill, yet it feels safe to say as banter more than heartfelt conversation. put in a silly little manner that reads more as perpetual brattiness than two people expressing their sexual inclinations. it's safer for both of them, that impact, while he seeks out a zipper or a button, or hidden corset strings (he wouldn't put it past him, okay), until he can guide the fabric off of him and to the rooftop.
he's not the world's best expert in schooling his expression to be neutral. he's seen a lot in the nearish decade he's been fighting crime but he isn't a soldier or a mercanary for hire. honestly, he's probably the world's worst liar both in the telling pitch of his voice and the sheer unbelievability of his lies that he fabricates on a whim with zero thought process. there are about ten different questions at the forefront and he wears them plainly with a quirk of an eyebrow and the twist of his mouth.
it's not repulsion though. concern, second guessing (himself), a wholly new misunderstanding for genetic mutations and why formulas will react with different dna wonderfully or horrifically; he goes to a science place for a fraction of a second and then he moves his head. a weird peter-ism where he's not nodding or shaking his head, it's like a weaving of his head to one side and then the other as he works through it. and then, finally. )
I still want to know what it feels like when you're on top of me and you're not crushing me because I got in the path of a knife or something. Is thatβ? Can we do that? Is that on your list?
i tell myself: write a short tag and then...
Why would I want that? Hugh Jackman's not my type.
( he lifts his hand from wade's lap to tip his chin up. to kiss him, sure, gentler than any of the rest, but also to make one point clear.)
It better be. I'm counting on the dicking of my life after all this repressed sexual frustration. ( a bad joke, but what else is new? there's truth in there as well. ) I have needs.
( needs that are neither here nor there because his needs aren't wade's job to fulfill, yet it feels safe to say as banter more than heartfelt conversation. put in a silly little manner that reads more as perpetual brattiness than two people expressing their sexual inclinations. it's safer for both of them, that impact, while he seeks out a zipper or a button, or hidden corset strings (he wouldn't put it past him, okay), until he can guide the fabric off of him and to the rooftop.
he's not the world's best expert in schooling his expression to be neutral. he's seen a lot in the nearish decade he's been fighting crime but he isn't a soldier or a mercanary for hire. honestly, he's probably the world's worst liar both in the telling pitch of his voice and the sheer unbelievability of his lies that he fabricates on a whim with zero thought process. there are about ten different questions at the forefront and he wears them plainly with a quirk of an eyebrow and the twist of his mouth.
it's not repulsion though. concern, second guessing (himself), a wholly new misunderstanding for genetic mutations and why formulas will react with different dna wonderfully or horrifically; he goes to a science place for a fraction of a second and then he moves his head. a weird peter-ism where he's not nodding or shaking his head, it's like a weaving of his head to one side and then the other as he works through it. and then, finally. )
I still want to know what it feels like when you're on top of me and you're not crushing me because I got in the path of a knife or something. Is thatβ? Can we do that? Is that on your list?