( absolutely on purpose and for both of them. peter needs the contact to suppress how he wants to embrace wade and to get his emotions on lock. if a little forehead resting is what he can offer him without making it seem like pity, he's happy to. as much as he's relieved to give them the distraction of a searing and suffocating kiss, to be consumed by everything wade's pouring into it and trying to meet him in the middle until he's breathless again, lips tender, and had his temporary fill of the taste and feel of wade on his tongue. there's no chance to recoup steady breaths because he can feel wade's finger circling him, making him want it, so that when he does press in, peter lets out a drawn out groan next to the corner of his mouth.
the scrunch of his nose is momentary, just adjusting, it's been a long time since he's been touched by anything but his own hands and wade's fingers are thicker than his. he's going slow enough that it's inconsequential, keeps him panting while he stretches him and peter wraps his fingers lightly around his own cock and unhurriedly brushes his index finger and thumb over his crown, a barely there stroke because he's not rushing to get off. enough focused contact to make him rock back on wade's finger, hips twitching, and he releases a higher pitched whine, eyes twisted shut, at how all of that combines with wade twisting his wrist and hitting a different angle inside him.
he grapples for purchase on wade's abdomen with his empty hand, trying to ground himself because his self-control is shattering to hell. try as he may to smile, it slips off, replaced by wild abandon. )
More, ( he rasps. ) I want more. Make me feel you.
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the scrunch of his nose is momentary, just adjusting, it's been a long time since he's been touched by anything but his own hands and wade's fingers are thicker than his. he's going slow enough that it's inconsequential, keeps him panting while he stretches him and peter wraps his fingers lightly around his own cock and unhurriedly brushes his index finger and thumb over his crown, a barely there stroke because he's not rushing to get off. enough focused contact to make him rock back on wade's finger, hips twitching, and he releases a higher pitched whine, eyes twisted shut, at how all of that combines with wade twisting his wrist and hitting a different angle inside him.
he grapples for purchase on wade's abdomen with his empty hand, trying to ground himself because his self-control is shattering to hell. try as he may to smile, it slips off, replaced by wild abandon. )
More, ( he rasps. ) I want more. Make me feel you.