( he doesn't have experience with anyone wade's size so when he tells him to breathe, he does, despite the instincts that tell him to rebel. he sucks in a breath when he's told to, appreciating it somewhere in the back of his head when it lines up with wade pressing against him and then pushing in slowly. forcing him to exhale hard, rough, and with barely any breath in his lungs. he's dimly aware of the grumbled curses into his throat, how angry they are, how bad this is for wade (containing himself). and peter actually is dumb enough to bite off more than he can chew, so careful with the grumbling wade. if anything, his knees press in, locking, holding wade close and still, nostrils flaring, breathing raggedly against the side of his face.
it's when he draws his hips back and slams back in, making peter brace against him, intentionally or otherwise and he ends up just baring his teeth, feeling wade, enjoying it but also accepting that he's going to be overwhelmed by this experience, no matter how he reacts. and that's okay. he means to be relaxed for him, but the other half of him is too stubborn to just let wade fuck him. peter lets go of the wall to wrap his other arm around wade's shoulders, connecting them at his shoulders to take all of him. he groans, shudderingly, full-body, a little broken, gripping at the back of wade's neck.
sure, maybe, he kisses him. short and sweet, the cherry on the cake to trying to ride him and then burying his face in wade's collarbone. it's not something he has the angle or the leverage for, in spite of his damndest effort. )
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it's when he draws his hips back and slams back in, making peter brace against him, intentionally or otherwise and he ends up just baring his teeth, feeling wade, enjoying it but also accepting that he's going to be overwhelmed by this experience, no matter how he reacts. and that's okay. he means to be relaxed for him, but the other half of him is too stubborn to just let wade fuck him. peter lets go of the wall to wrap his other arm around wade's shoulders, connecting them at his shoulders to take all of him. he groans, shudderingly, full-body, a little broken, gripping at the back of wade's neck.
sure, maybe, he kisses him. short and sweet, the cherry on the cake to trying to ride him and then burying his face in wade's collarbone. it's not something he has the angle or the leverage for, in spite of his damndest effort. )
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Keep going.