Baby boy, Hugh Jackman is everyone's type. [ He shuts up pretty quick when he's kissed, though, surprised by the shade of tenderness that went with it. Not something Wade ever had shown towards him, and it made some real gay butterflies have a disco in his rib cage. Wild. ]
Oh, I'm absolutely going to ruin you. No one else will ever be able to compare.
[ If there was one thing Wade was absolutely confident in, it was his sexual skill. He'd been good enough at fucking before the whole Weapon X thing, and giving him more strength, better flexibility, more impressive speed, and seemingly endless endurance was the cherry on top.
The smile slipped from his face when the he felt the leather fabric getting peeled off upper half. It only took a bit of movement for the gloves to slide off as well, tossed aside to who the hell knows where because they are maybe the least important thing in the world to him right then. He pulled his mask off as well, because what even was the point now. Either his baldness was an issue or it wasn't. His eyes stayed on Peter, watching his facial expressions closely. As much as Wade ran the other way when vulnerability was a possibility, there was no choice in the matter here.
Honestly, it was more surprising that he didn't see disgust than it would have been if he had. There was an impressive set of muscles under the scars that probably don't hurt things, though. And it wasn't like he had talked about his cancer with Spider-man, what a fucking downer that would have been. It couldn't kill him now, so why be a bummer?
He'd rather have been just straight up asked things than analyzed, but this was Peter they were talking about. He was a big science dork and yet Wade had a boner for him anyway. Quite literally, at the moment. Speaking of which-- ] Trust me when I tell you that I am abso-fucking-lutely all about railing you so hard you can't walk tomorrow. And lucky you, my pouches aren't filled with lollipops like Batman's. Suck it, DC.
[ His uncovered fingers dove into a pouch and produced a little carry on sized bottle. Yes. He carried a little thing of lube in one of his pouches. Wade could say with a straight face that it could get one out of a jam, but that was absolutely not why he had it. ]
it's bc ~feelings~ are happening, your honor!
Oh, I'm absolutely going to ruin you. No one else will ever be able to compare.
[ If there was one thing Wade was absolutely confident in, it was his sexual skill. He'd been good enough at fucking before the whole Weapon X thing, and giving him more strength, better flexibility, more impressive speed, and seemingly endless endurance was the cherry on top.
The smile slipped from his face when the he felt the leather fabric getting peeled off upper half. It only took a bit of movement for the gloves to slide off as well, tossed aside to who the hell knows where because they are maybe the least important thing in the world to him right then. He pulled his mask off as well, because what even was the point now. Either his baldness was an issue or it wasn't. His eyes stayed on Peter, watching his facial expressions closely. As much as Wade ran the other way when vulnerability was a possibility, there was no choice in the matter here.
Honestly, it was more surprising that he didn't see disgust than it would have been if he had. There was an impressive set of muscles under the scars that probably don't hurt things, though. And it wasn't like he had talked about his cancer with Spider-man, what a fucking downer that would have been. It couldn't kill him now, so why be a bummer?
He'd rather have been just straight up asked things than analyzed, but this was Peter they were talking about. He was a big science dork and yet Wade had a boner for him anyway. Quite literally, at the moment. Speaking of which-- ] Trust me when I tell you that I am abso-fucking-lutely all about railing you so hard you can't walk tomorrow. And lucky you, my pouches aren't filled with lollipops like Batman's. Suck it, DC.
[ His uncovered fingers dove into a pouch and produced a little carry on sized bottle. Yes. He carried a little thing of lube in one of his pouches. Wade could say with a straight face that it could get one out of a jam, but that was absolutely not why he had it. ]