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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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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.

Of course, Wade liked that too. He only had that kind of routine with one other person and even then, he wasn't as happy as he was now. Peter was everything he needed, even if that admission was terrifying.

Wade groaned at that. Jesus christ. The things Peter said. He was completely slack now. It felt like every bone in his body was mush. Yet his dick still twitched valiantly from the attention. If he focused on it too much, he would definitely get hard. Peter had that effect on him. So he tried to focus instead of how comfortable he was and how much he appreciated Peter's aftercare. It wasn't Peter's fault that Wade was literally a bunny.

But the terror was worth the payoff, at least to Peter. Loving Wade as much as he did, after everything he'd been through...it was difficult, to say the least. To open himself up like that again. But he did, and god, he didn't regret it for a single second.

Peter finished with a soft hum, resting his cheek against Wade's thigh. They'd deal with the plug later, after Wade got a good snuggle in. Peter had a bottle of bubble soap and a bath bomb with Wade's name on it. Yeah, picking 'bunny' hadn't been an accident. Cute, lent itself to the pink theme, and Wade was just as lovable and hyperactive.

"I love you," Peter whispered, kissing his way up Wade's body. He slipped his shirt off, then shucked off the pants, surrounding Wade with warm, skin-on-skin contact. "Sometimes I look at you and I just can't believe you're mine."

It was completely and utterly worth it for Wade too. The fact that Peter was willing to open up to Wade like that meant everything to him and he'd be damned if he squandered this opportunity to actually, legitimately be happy.

Jesus. Yup. Peter knew just how to help Wade relax. Wade stroked Peter's hair in appreciation.

"I love you too," he said, heart full and content. The kisses made him feel so relaxed and cared for. He was practically purring by the time Peter pressed against him. That really got Wade. Sometimes Peter said these things that just shot him right through the heart and this was one of those moments. His hand reached to cup Peter's face, his eyes full of warmth and love. "I feel the exact same way about you, baby boy. I feel so lucky."

Peter knew, in his heart of hearts, that Wade was it for him. There was no growing apart, there was only growing together, and who even knew how long that would last? Wade was immortal, but Peter had come to terms with the dangers of his job and the practicality of living past thirty. Plus, he had no idea how the bite worked. Had it changed him forever? What had it done to his growth? He didn't feel like he'd changed at all in the past year, physically. So many what ifs, but Peter just knew Wade was meant to be there for all of them.

Peter pressed a careful kiss to Wade's chin, peppering them over his skin before landing on his lips. "I know you do. And I want you to know that it absolutely goes both ways, baby, I'm so in love with you it hurts."

No matter where the path ahead took them, Wade would hold Peter's hand tight and walk that path with him. He would do his damnedest to make sure that Peter lived until he was old and gray. No matter how many bullets he took for the love of his life. And yes, he would be there for every single what if and they would get through whatever it was together and be stronger for it in the end.

Now that took his breath away. How lucky was he really? To be able to love someone so freaking much that all you could do was think about them 24/7 and have that returned. Wade felt like he was dreaming. "Same, baby boy. More than words could ever say. Let me tell you," he chuckled a little. They were so mushy. Wade loved it. He grinned and nuzzled his nose against Peter's. This perfect boy. The one thing in his life that actually went good for him.

Peter couldn't even think about being old and gray. Too much wishful thinking would only hurt him in the end, and Wade or not, Peter was still Spiderman. Hell, the bite could end up killing him! Peter knew next to nothing about his own condition. If he thinks about it too hard, it kind of freaks him out. But yes, they were together and staying that way, presumably forever.

All that pain, and suffering, and it had led them both to each other. Sometimes Peter looks back at his life, guiltily, and wonders if he'd really change any of it if it meant losing Wade. Peter stole a kiss from Wade's lips, squeezing the arm around him. "Do you want your bath now or later, baby?"

Well, they would figure that out if it ever happened. Wade would exhaust every resource possible to keep Peter safe. But more than anything though, Wade was here for the entire ride: good or bad. So regardless of what was ahead of them, he was in it for the long haul and he would fight for Peter as long as he lived -- forever.

There was never a doubt that Wade would go through every little bit of his life over and over again if it always meant that he'd come back to Peter. Even Weapon X. He would accept his scars gladly if that was how he could make it back to Peter.

Wade went silent, deeply contemplating that question. Did he want to move? He knew that if he did move, it would be purely so he could relax and if he was lucky, he could rope Peter into getting into tub with him so they could continue this snugglefest. Yup. That was what he wanted. "Yes? Now would actually be good. Though I might fall asleep. Or at least nod off."

Contemplating the idea of eventually leaving Wade alone on this earth was enough to bring Peter to tears, so he really just...didn't think about it. He'd shed too many tears already. A lifetime's worth.

Peter wondered about Wade, without scars. Unburdened, with that megawatt smile that could get the panties off a lamp. Peter imagined Wade was the kind of attractive you'd never expect to go for the skinny nerd - beyond that, sometimes Peter thought if Wade thought a little more of himself, he could definitely do better than Peter. Of course, Wade wouldn't even entertain those thoughts, so Peter kept them to himself.

"Even better. I want you to relax, you've had a long night," Peter smiled, kissing the corner of Wade's mouth and sliding up, off the bed. "You stay put, let me get the bath ready?"

And that was exactly why Wade never brought that topic up to Peter. He would deal with it when the time came. It would tear him apart, but at the same time, any amount of time that Wade was lucky enough to spend with Peter made his life worth it. So yeah, for the most part life was brief and Wade would have to watch the people most important to him pass, but that made him appreciate the frailty of life that much more. He just wished he would be able to follow Peter. He didn't want to be separated.

There was no better than Peter. Wade knew that Peter was made for him. So there was no better match than the one he was snuggled up to right then. And honestly, he could say the same about Peter. His boyfriend didn't realize just how attractive he was and Wade, likewise, thought Peter could do better than him. They were quite the pair.

"Am I going to be able to talk you into getting in with me?" Wade waggled his eyebrows. He could dream. He smiled at the kiss, comforted by the sweet gesture. "Alright, baby boy. I think I can definitely do that because I haven't gained feeling back in my legs yet anyway," he joked.

So many things were out of their control, to be beaten by that - Peter didn't handle that sort of thing well. Could Wade be happy again, with Peter gone? Was that a possibility for him? Peter wanted to say yes, but he...honestly wasn't sure. Call him a little full of himself, but Peter didn't think he'd ever experience anything like this again, ever, why would Wade's experience be different?

Ridiculously humble, that's what they were. Well, and the self-loathing, but that was another problem altogether.

"Hm, probably not. But a kiss goes a long way." Peter teased, leaning down to steal another one from Wade's mouth. He wiggled his fingers goodbye, heading into the bathroom to start Wade's bath.

Honestly? Only time would tell. Wade would most likely feel empty forever because the most important part of himself was missing. But he would try his best because he would know that that was what Peter would want for him. So he would have to appreciate that he was lucky enough to find his other half in his lifetime. It honestly was something that had kept him up at night when they were first together. He would sit up in bed next to a sleeping Peter, trying his best to memorize his boyfriend while he could. Wade had a hard time staying happy because he always assumed the bottom would drop out eventually.

No, Wade would never find someone that completed him like Peter did. So when Peter was gone... Wade would be a shell of who he was before.

Two full of self-loathing peas in a pod!

Wade tried to prolong the kiss, but Peter was already off to the bathroom before he could tempt his lover. Dammit! "Well, fuck, Pete! You don't want to snuggle in the bubbles?" he tried.

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