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I got me a Chrysler, it seats about 20

Peter would say, after a little over a year of dating, that he knew Wade pretty well. He knew his favorite foods, he knew what made him laugh, he knew just where to put his tongue when he sucked Wade's dick for maximum cursing. All the important things, you know? But when Wade propositioned him with spicing it up, Peter was...well, surprised, to say the least. Was their regular not...good enough anymore?

That train of thinking didn't last long with Peter. Once he thought about it logically, he realized if he said no, Wade would still be more than happy with what they had. And what was the harm in trying it? Besides the fact that the idea made Peter blush like a schoolgirl. So he said yes. With a few conditions.

"I don't know that I can...be the one tied up." Wade hadn't even hesitated in taking over the role of sub. He seemed eager, even, and with that in mind, Peter took to researching the idea with similar gusto. If this was something Wade really wanted, Peter wasn't going to half ass (not that he ever did, when it came to Wade. He deserved the whole damn ass).

What he found was a lot more than he expected. He came to quickly grasp the concept that yeah, it was about sex, but it was also about trust. Giving yourself over to another person so completely, and if Wade was going to do that? Peter had better show his appreciation by giving him a damn good scene.

They started small, because although Wade might have had experience, Peter almost certainly did not. A handcuff here, a buttplug there. Little things that otherwise didn't do much more to their usual sex life than make it a little different. But tonight - tonight was going to be different. Peter had finally admitted to Wade that he was ready to give it the full shot. He's a little nervous, actually, but hopefully Wade won't notice. Or at least won't mention it.

Wade was supposed to be home at 6, and it's 6:05 now. Peter, of course, knows that it was probably just the subway running late but...well, he'll mention it later. Can't have his sub being late. He's standing there in a suit he hasn't worn in...god, way too long. Probably since the last exhibition he went to where he had to actually mingle. And he's got Wade's all lined up on the bed, too.

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Peter stuttered his way through his orgasm, barely able to hold himself up above Wade when his knees went a little weak. God, that was intense; and so much more intense for Wade, he was sure. Had Wade actually passed out, Peter...might have freaked a little. The research never said Wade blacking out was a possibility, and you know how Peter worries.

"Wade," Peter murmured, smiling against his neck. "Fuck, I love you. So pretty, baby, that was utterly amazing..."

Somehow those god damn bunny ears were still hanging on, but just barely. They were all askew on top of his head. Wade felt like he would never be able to move again. Even if his now tacky come was making him a little itchy. He was too well-fucked to give a shit. All he wanted was Peter's closeness.

"Mm," Wade said in reply, eyes closed blissfully. His hands smoothed up and down Peter's arms ever so slowly (because even his arms felt like jelly now). "I love you so much. You were... wow." He couldn't even put it into words. Holy. Shit.

Peter grinned when he saw them, reaching out to flick one with his hand. Wade was still absolutely adorable even after being fucked, and Peter was definitely going to get his after image. It'd be a hard one to forget.

"I was? You were, Wade, fucking christ in the booth - " Peter shivered, resting his cheek on Wade's shoulder as Wade rubbed up and down his arms. "And these panties, just look at you. Gorgeous."

Wade would definitely give Peter his photo. He would lay in whatever position Peter wanted him to. He was that content. Not even his own insecurities could touch him when he felt this good.

"I was just doing what you told me to, Master," he practically purred the word, grinning cheekily. And there his face was getting red again. He wasn't used to getting this much praise at much. It was almost too much for him. Wade never got like this, but Peter saw the raw version of himself. So that's what he got. "I found out tonight that you have... an amazingly filthy potty mouth. This is by far, my favorite discovery yet."

Oh, baby. Just wait till Peter got his prints back, Wade, he'd have your cute little ass plastered all over the apartment. Peter slid out of Wade carefully, inserting the plug to keep his come from spilling all over the place.

"And you did so well, bunny. Followed every instruction to a T." Peter laughed, reaching out to brush his thumb over Wade's blush. God, he was so cute, and he was all Peter's! Yes, yes Peter did. "Even better than that thing I do with my tongue that you like? Man."

The moment Peter slid out, he groaned, missing the warmth and the closeness. And then the plug was pushed into him, his hole clenching reflexively. Shit. There were still little shocks of pleasure, even though he was exhausted. The thought of Peter's come trapped inside of him turned him on more than he was willing to admit.

"I can be good. Sometimes," he smiled, moving his head so he could flick his tongue over Peter's thumb teasingly. Oh shit. Wade moaned, lewd images flashing before his eyes. "Oh god. Yes, but they're pretty close. You really... wow. Yeah. You know just what to do and say to make me lose it, baby boy." He reached up, hand on the back of Peter's neck so he could tug his lover down for a kiss. It was gentle and sweet, full of love and appreciation.

Wade's bunny tail looked obscenely cute, especially when his panties were ruined with a ridiculous amount of come. Seriously, how many loads had Wade shot? Peter smiled into the kiss, hand stroking lightly down Wade's cheek. God, he loved this man so much. Peter had to pull away, though, briefly, reaching for his camera. "Just - just real quick, babe. We're almost done. You've still got to clean up, haven't you?" Like Peter wasn't going to get pictures of Wade licking his cock clean, too. "Then I'm going to snuggle the shit out of you, Wade."

Wade basically came the entire contents of his body in one go. That's what it felt like at least. Wade laughed when he noticed Peter go for the camera. "I look that good, huh?" he waggled his bare eyebrows. All of Peter's praise was starting to go to his head. He didn't feel anxious when Peter went for the camera. There was still a little tug in his gut at the realization, but that was acceptable. Wade looked at Peter like he wanted to eat him alive when he mentioned clean up. Yeah. Wade was ready for that.

"Mm," Wade smiled blissfully. "Oh yeaaaaah. Bring on the snuggles, Petey Pie." What? Snuggles were his favorite.

"You look incredible," Peter said honestly, snapping a few pictures of Wade right then and there. He paused, looking at Wade seriously for a second. "If you would have grabbed my film camera, I swear I would have used an entire roll of film on you." And not that money proved love or anything, but Wade knew how fucking expensive that film was, and how particular Peter was about it. But he meant it. He would have used an entire roll and kept every picture.

Peter knelt, taking lower angle pictures of Wade's fucked hole, red and swollen around the bunny tail. Then his cock, softening and a complete, obscene mess under the soiled fabric. Finally, the whole package, with Wade's adorable blush coloring the picture nicely.

"You're going to get the best damn snuggle of your life," Peter promised, smiling and walking around to the side of the bed, by Wade head. His cock was softening, still the only part of his body really exposed, somewhat slick with traces of the lube and his come coating his shaft.

That made Wade feel amazing because yeah, he did know how expensive that stuff was. He could feel how hot his face was right then, so there were probably a few pics on there with a rare Wade Wilson blush. He smiled and looked directly at the lens, eyes full of warmth and affection. "I love you," he said it quietly, but it was packed full of feeling.

Now that was a little embarrassing. Peter was definitely getting some good pictures and he was just laying there, letting Peter do whatever he wanted. That was how much Wade trusted him. He still felt safe, even underneath a camera lens. He never thought that would happen ever.

"Mm, good," Wade closed his eyes, stretching. They blinked open fast though when Peter moved to where he was. "Can I?" he asked, gesturing to Peter's cock. He wanted to lap every last bit of his lover's come off of him, but only when he got the okay from Peter.

Oh, they looked incredible, Wade's face matching the pink of the askew bunny ears and his panties. Peter couldn't have designed a shot any better if you'd given him a year to plan it. He smiled, that shy, awed smile, looking back at Wade as he snapped the picture. "I love you too, Wade."

He was getting some of the best damn pictures of his life, and if you think Wade's red, plugged up hole wasn't going to be Wade's contact picture for the next week, you were dead wrong.

"Of course," Peter smiled, pushing his hips forward to give Wade better access. He raised the camera, very obviously going to take pictures. "Thank you bunny."

Oh my god. Wade would probably do a double take the first time he realized his asshole was now his contact picture in Peter's phone.

Peter was way more kinky than Wade had originally realized. He wouldn't complain though. He loved it. Wade's hands slid up the backs of Peter's thighs before his tongue lapped gently at Peter's soft cock. Wade loved the taste of Peter's come. He practically purred, taking Peter's soft cock into his mouth and sucking softly, making sure to clean every last drop off of his lover. "Mm," Wade purred. "You taste so good, baby boy." He lapped around Peter's cock as well as over his inner thighs where his come-covered dick had bumped into.

Wade didn't stop until every last bit of come was off his lover. He was good at taking care of his baby boy. "Better?"

That was entirely the point. Peter wanted to surprise him, always looking for new ways to show Wade he mattered - no matter how utterly ridiculous.

"God, Wade," Peter groaned, snapping a shitton of pictures. They looked incredible, Wade licking his softening cock clean, those rabbit ears tilted into the frame. His cock, sucked between Wade's lips, and that fading blush - it was perfect. His dick twitched, trying to harden under the lavish attention. Wade was really fucking good at sucking cock, even when he was being gentle, just licking him clean.

"Much better," Peter set the camera on the bedside table and climbed onto the bed next to Wade. "I'd offer the same, but I just ate and it looks like you came an entire meal's worth." He smiled, rubbing his hand over Wade's stomach and skirting the mess that had made it out of the panties. "So give me a few minutes, baby."

"That was really incredible," Peter said again, honestly, nuzzling his face against Wade's cheek, taking residence in the crook of his neck. "You were amazing."

Wade was always a big fan of the utterly ridiculous.

"Mm. I don't need the same, baby boy. I can clean up real quick and we can just snuggle until we pass out if you want," Wade offered, hands reach for his boyfriend. "You've done so much for me tonight, Petey Pie." God. Wade knew he was lucky already, now it was cemented in him how lucky he really was. Peter was so good to him.

"Mm, yeah. It was. But you were the amazing one," Wade started to stumble over his words a little. "I didn't realize you could be so... wow." Wade laughed a little, eyes smushing into crescents. Peter took such good care of him tonight and now Wade felt so good about himself. It was crazy.

Don't worry, he'd definitely change it before Sunday dinner with May.

"You're staying like that until I clean you up. With my mouth, with a washcloth. I'm going to take care of you." Peter insisted, wrapping his arms around Wade and pulling him in close. He needed to undress for their snuggle times, he'd get up in a second.

"You were amazing, Wade, don't you dare say otherwise. I can't even put into words how unbelievable this night has been." Peter kissed Wade's temple soothingly. "It was all for you, baby. I love you."

Oh, thank god. That would be a horrifying event if Aunt May was blinded by Wade's red, buttplugged asshole. He would want to throw himself off a cliff.

Wade relaxed into Peter's embrace, happy to be close with him. "Okay, baby boy. I won't argue." Peter was still in charge, even if Wade wasn't completely in a sub state of mind anymore. It was always a little easier for him to switch from sub to normal Wade. Maybe that was because of his mental illness and his ability to compartmentalize a little too well. Either way, he just felt really good and happy and that was all thanks to Peter.

He got quiet, unable to process all of the praise from Peter. He lovedi it. It was just hard for him to figure out what to even say right then. The kiss made him melt though. It felt so good. "I love you too. Thank you. I don't think anyone has ever pampered me that much in my life," Wade chuckled. "Or made me come that hard. Seriously, Pete. You should be proud."

Peter would be a mess if that happened. Seriously. Because May would absolutely use it against them, she was pure Parker evil.

"I just want to do this right," Peter said softly, stroking his hand lightly over Wade's chest. "I did so much research - I want to end the night right for you. Be here for you, take care of you if you...if you need me to." He had a whole aftercare routine planned in the event of a rough come down. It showed how nervous he was for everything to go right.

"You deserve it, Wade," Peter nuzzled against Wade's cheek gently. "You deserve all of it, baby. I'm proud to have the privilege of giving it to you."

Could you even imagine? They would both be a wreck and May would be in total control. Wade would never be able to look her in the eye again because she looked into his Brown Eye™.

"Oh, baby boy," Wade said, hugging Peter a little closer. "You definitely did everything right and more. Holy shit. Seriously. I've been on the sub end in BDSM quite a few times, but it was never this good," he admitted. He wanted Peter to know that even though he was a newbie at this, he was doing amazing. He swallowed hard, having a hard time admitting to this. "I, uh. I would really like that, actually." It was hard to admit, but he really liked when Peter fussed over him or took care of him in any way. It made him feel loved and cared for. "...Thank you."

"I knew you were a secret sex guru. You just needed to unlock your abilities, baby boy," Wade grinned, returning the gesture gently. "How are you so perfect?"

Peter doesn't even want to think about how he'd react if May said something to him about anal sex. Or sex in general, but even more so about sex with a guy. Peter's...still coming to terms with that. Not that he loves Wade - he knows that. But just being with a guy, and what that means in general.

"Yeah?" Peter couldn't help but smile, shy at the praise but definitely soothed by it. Wade's admission made him beam even brighter, and Peter sat up, stroking his hand up, over Wade's head. He gently removed the bunny ears, leaning down to kiss him softly. "I'd love nothing more than to take care of you, Wade."

"Pfft, sex guru my ass. You're the one with all the knowledge and skill." Peter pointed out, standing to get a washcloth. He'd give Wade a little tongue bath, but first he had to clean some of it out of the way - there was just literally so much come. "I could ask the same of you."

"Yeah," Wade replied, mirroring that beautiful smile on Peter's face. It was hard to resist smiling when Peter was beaming like that. Wade pressed up into the kiss, loving every second of it. His hand went up to cup Peter's cheek as he pulled back from the kiss, a serious look on his face. "Thank you."

"You have natural talent, cutie. And you pick up on stuff like it's nothing." Like that fucking tongue thing. Holy. Shit. Peter was a natural for sure. Wade grinned. Fuck. He was so far gone for Peter Parker, it was ridiculous. "Yeah?"

Peter savored the kiss, every second, moving his lips slowly and deliberately against Wade's. Peter smiled, gaze tracing down Wade's face to his lips, and back up to his eyes. "Anytime, baby."

Peter fucking blushed, gently peeling back the panties to start cleaning Wade with soft, circular motions. After everything, that was what made Peter blush. "Yeah. Utterly perfect, you really are."

Shit. Peter knew just what to do to make Wade go weak and slow kissing was definitely one of those things. God damn. His dick twitched a little at that. Down, boy!

Oh, God. That blush was cute as hell. Wade moaned quietly when Peter started to clean him off. It was super relaxing. He could probably fall asleep if he wasn't careful, but he blamed that on the mind-blowing sex. "Peter!" He laughed, getting embarrassed. "That's exactly how I feel about you, baby boy."

Peter was never really an intense person, so this had been a foray into the unusual for him. He was a pizza and making out on the couch kind of guy, but it was fun to step out of his comfort zone and share something really special with Wade.

"Well I'm glad we're on the same page," Peter smiled, slowly starting to lick Wade clean, with the aide of the washcloth. Gentle circles followed by slow passes of his tongue. Little Wade (or rather, not so little) had been through a lot and deserved to be thoroughly taken care of.

Fortunately, Wade was all about pizza and making out too. He cherished every moment he got with his boyfriend, especially when they were doing little things like just snuggling and talking in the middle of the night or laughing about something stupid on television. Those were the moments he lived for. So even if Peter didn't do intense much, he did pretty damn good this time. Especially since Wade could barely move now.

Wade moaned softly again, simultaneously turned on and comforted by Peter's ministrations. "Mm. That feels really good, Pete," he said, his hand slipping into Peter's hair and stroking gently.

Peter liked that, he liked their little routine. Their little slice of heaven they'd carved, their normality, even with all the craziness around them. A little intensity spiced it up every once in a while, but Peter didn't need that to keep on loving Wade just as much as he did. And if it satisfied Wade to the point of some well deserved rest, well. Peter wasn't complaining.

"Yeah baby. Tastes good too." Peter smiled, kissing Wade's balls lightly as he worked his way all the way down Wade's shaft.

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