( a threat that his brain legitimately registers as a full-body warning, prickling like a spine tingle, goosebumps, the whole thing and peter hangs on every word in spite of the self-preservation bells going off in his head. it's not unlike diving headfirst off a skyscraper for the first time, screaming, and hoping like hell he has it all figured right. only this isn't such a steep plummet, just a few inches off of wade's thighs and onto unusually quavery legs, to peel his pants off, one leg at a time.

when he's finished, wade is already bare-assed and standing in front of him and he has a very healthy reservation about how he's going to take all of wade. he wets his lips, rubs the back of his neck and is not looking at him respectfully. if anything, he's thinking this has to make the top five ways to die list. )

Now I know why you wanted to finger me until I begged. I knew you were big, I could feel it, but you didn't tell me you were hung like that. ( achievement unlocked: oral fixation. )

( eye contact? don't know her. peter is cursed with vision sharp enough to track (even from a half foot back) the pre-come trickling down wade's length and it's enough to make him drop to a knee, provided wade doesn't redirect him verbally or by the throat or hair. if he's allowed, his palms trace up wade's thighs until his thumbs are both under his balls and he can mouth up along the underside of his cock, using both his tongue and lips. he wants to taste him so bad, but peter's pliable and won't be upset if he's guided back to his feet and flipped around or lifted. )