Would you have really believed me if I said it? Up until about ten minutes ago you were still pretending you weren't desperate to have me fuck you. Now aren't you glad we made it past that point?
[ Wade looked smug as hell in that moment, his ego thoroughly stroked by the compliment. He did say his dick was amazing, to be fair. And he meant it. Peter clearly felt the same way, seeing as he was incapable of looking anywhere but straight at it. Wade had negative shame about being naked, even with the scars--as long as the other person wasn't being an asshole about them. Which meant he was just fine standing there and letting his Spidey-guy admire as much as he wanted to. Would probably even allow him to have a picture if he asked.
It was mildly surprising when Peter knelt down and helped himself to getting his mouth on him, but come on. What was Wade gonna do, yell at him for desiring him that much? Especially when it felt so heavenly. In all of his benevolent kindness, he allowed Peter to indulge himself on the feel and taste of his cock.
Still, he had plans and he was going to see them come to fruition. One of his hands moved into the that short hair, giving it a tug. Not harsh, just enough for a little spike of pain to go with the pleasure. ] I didn't spend all that time fingering you just to come down your throat, baby. But we can certainly put that on our list for next time if we decide to do this again.
[ Wade did indeed guide him back to his feet, pushing him up against a wall on the side of the stair well. Then he guided those perfect legs to wrap around him. He was strong, and Peter was flexible. They could make it work. There was no way the ground would be anything but painful and Wade was just being an ultra super considerate nice guy by fucking Peter against a wall instead. That's romance. ]
truly life is the worst sometimes
[ Wade looked smug as hell in that moment, his ego thoroughly stroked by the compliment. He did say his dick was amazing, to be fair. And he meant it. Peter clearly felt the same way, seeing as he was incapable of looking anywhere but straight at it. Wade had negative shame about being naked, even with the scars--as long as the other person wasn't being an asshole about them. Which meant he was just fine standing there and letting his Spidey-guy admire as much as he wanted to. Would probably even allow him to have a picture if he asked.
It was mildly surprising when Peter knelt down and helped himself to getting his mouth on him, but come on. What was Wade gonna do, yell at him for desiring him that much? Especially when it felt so heavenly. In all of his benevolent kindness, he allowed Peter to indulge himself on the feel and taste of his cock.
Still, he had plans and he was going to see them come to fruition. One of his hands moved into the that short hair, giving it a tug. Not harsh, just enough for a little spike of pain to go with the pleasure. ] I didn't spend all that time fingering you just to come down your throat, baby. But we can certainly put that on our list for next time if we decide to do this again.
[ Wade did indeed guide him back to his feet, pushing him up against a wall on the side of the stair well. Then he guided those perfect legs to wrap around him. He was strong, and Peter was flexible. They could make it work. There was no way the ground would be anything but painful and Wade was just being an ultra super considerate nice guy by fucking Peter against a wall instead. That's romance. ]