[ Peter pressed their foreheads together and Wade paused in his movements. Maybe it was intended, maybe it wasn't, but it felt like an intimate gesture. And, fuck, if he wasn't a sucker for that shit. Craved intimacy like the worst drug addict. It wasn't sympathy he wanted, but some kind of closeness. So he gave himself a second to just appreciate that little flash, a stolen little moment just for him.
Wade opened his mouth to say something but instead was kissed fiercely. He was at least smart enough to get the hint that this was how they moved on from the subject, and since his goal was to get back into the heat of the moment, he was more than happy to go with it. The mercenary poured everything he had into kissing Peter, every ounce of desire that had been building up since the moment Wade first realized how much he wanted Spider-man.
Made it hard to ogle when Peter was finally exposed, but he managed to keep his focus on the task at hand. Speaking of hands, one wrapped around to the back of the younger man, his lube coated middle finger slowly rubbing at Peter's rim. It was a sensual move, teasing the tiny folds there with the pad of his finger. As bad as his dick might want him to rush things along, Wade was determined to take his time and enjoy it. Who knew if they'd end up doing this again? Could be a temporary lapse in judgement on Peter's part.
Those tight muscles grip at his middle finger when he pressed it inside, the sensation enough to make his eyelids flutter. Wade was pretty sure he couldn't get any harder, throbbing with desire already. It might be the one thing that killed him, holding himself off. But took a sharp breath and makes himself go slow as he stretches Peter out, taking this part seriously. It needed to feel good for both of them. ]
Hope you're ready to start sobbing, baby boy. [ He practically purred out, voice more like velvet stretched over gravel than anything else. At the same moment, he twisted his wrist, searching for that bundle of nerves inside Peter. ]
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Wade opened his mouth to say something but instead was kissed fiercely. He was at least smart enough to get the hint that this was how they moved on from the subject, and since his goal was to get back into the heat of the moment, he was more than happy to go with it. The mercenary poured everything he had into kissing Peter, every ounce of desire that had been building up since the moment Wade first realized how much he wanted Spider-man.
Made it hard to ogle when Peter was finally exposed, but he managed to keep his focus on the task at hand. Speaking of hands, one wrapped around to the back of the younger man, his lube coated middle finger slowly rubbing at Peter's rim. It was a sensual move, teasing the tiny folds there with the pad of his finger. As bad as his dick might want him to rush things along, Wade was determined to take his time and enjoy it. Who knew if they'd end up doing this again? Could be a temporary lapse in judgement on Peter's part.
Those tight muscles grip at his middle finger when he pressed it inside, the sensation enough to make his eyelids flutter. Wade was pretty sure he couldn't get any harder, throbbing with desire already. It might be the one thing that killed him, holding himself off. But took a sharp breath and makes himself go slow as he stretches Peter out, taking this part seriously. It needed to feel good for both of them. ]
Hope you're ready to start sobbing, baby boy. [ He practically purred out, voice more like velvet stretched over gravel than anything else. At the same moment, he twisted his wrist, searching for that bundle of nerves inside Peter. ]