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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 allowed himself another relaxed smile when his gentle command worked. Yeah, he could do this. He simply waited patiently as Wade calmed and started undressing, leaning up against their dresser, faux casual. Everything he had planned for tonight kept running through his head. God, he hoped Wade liked it.

"Do you trust me?" Peter asked, in lieu of answering Wade's question. He had Wade's tie between his fingers, playing with it idly. "Do you remember your safeword?"

Anything that Peter did for him was something that Wade would like. The amount of thought that Peter put into everything he did involving Wade guaranteed that Wade would be happy. It floored him how thoughtful Peter could be. It was something Wade wasn't used to.

Wade stopped, dressing, his dress shirt buttoned half way. "Of course I do, Pete. I trust you more than anyone," he admitted quietly. Well, this was starting to make him nervous. He took a deep breath, trying not to worry. "Chimichanga. I remember."

Of course he thought about it, and very carefully, too. Wade deserved somebody that cared enough to put that sort of effort into the things they did for him, no matter how small. Better get used to it, buttercup.

"And you remember our rules?" Peter moved forward slowly, finishing Wade's buttons himself. Maybe Peter getting up close and personal would help calm Wade. He looked so skittish, right now, and reasonably so. "My title, asking for permission. I will take care of you, Wade, but I need you to let me."

It would take him a long time to get used to it, but Peter was pretty damn persuasive.

Wade nodded. "Yeah. I remember them." He looked down, watching as Peter finished buttoning his shirt up. It left a weird, shy feeling in his gut. It did help calm him. Peter just did that to him. He sighed heavily, all the tension leaving him with the exhalation. He looked away for a moment, letting his lover's words sink in. It was true. Wade needed to actually let Peter take care of him. Which would prove to be... difficult. But he was willing to force those barriers away right now. Even if it was difficult. "Yes, I remember everything, Master." This time, the word sounded different. Wade wasn't joking or being flirty. He was more quiet. Intense.

Peter smiled as the tension began to bleed out of Wade's shoulders. Good. This was only the beginning, but Peter had a good feeling about this, and what he had planned. Maybe it would even get Wade out of his head for once. "Good boy." He looped the tie around Wade's neck, doing it up in a simple knot, long fingers manipulating the fabric expertly. A trick he'd learned from Harry, once upon a time.

"We're going to dinner," Peter adjusted the tie just under Wade's neck, staring into his eyes. Despite the height difference, there was definitely a sense of power in Peter's presence. "And I trust you'll be on your best behavior for me. Especially on our first night, Wade."

If anybody could get Wade out of his head, it was Peter. Man. Having Peter knotting his tie for him did things to him. Why didn't he realize this would be hot? God damn, Wilson. Get with the program. Good boy. Wade was so happy hearing those words. It made him relax even more.

Fuck. Those eyes were intense. He would do anything Peter asked of him. Especially when those sweet, doe eyes were suddenly firm and intense. Jesus. "Of course. I'll be good for you." He was surprised that they were going out to dinner though. His stomach lurched violently at the thought of others seeing him without his mask on. Panic welled up in his chest for a moment and he tried not to let it reach his eyes. Peter didn't need to know.

Peter may or may not have a thing for suits. Same way Wade had a thing for his glasses, which he would be wearing later in the evening, for his partner's benefit. Still, Peter didn't often dress up and he'd yet to see Wade do so, hence the treat Peter was giving them both.

"Good." Peter reached up to cup Wade's cheeks in between his palms. Whether or not Wade was good at hiding it, Peter was more than aware of the reason Wade never left the house without a hood on. "I don't want you to focus on anybody but me. If somebody speaks to you, I will answer for you. Your world is only me and you. Do you understand?" If Wade focused on him, anybody who would say something rude would fade into the background. Plus, Peter was pretty sure more people would be focused on how good Wade's ass looked in that suit, rather than his scars. Not that anybody else mattered anyway, but Peter knew this was a delicate area.

"Ready?" Peter took Wade's hand, squeezing it in his and nodding to the door.

Wade definitely looked good in that suit, even if he would never see that himself. He was built and it filled that suit out nice. So yeah. They were both getting a treat for sure. Because god damn, Peter looked amazing.

Peter's words stunned him. Somehow that anxiety that was building up just dissipated completely. The knot that was so rigid and heavy in his stomach unwound until every muscle in his abdomen was lax. Wade nodded his head. "Yes, Master. I understand." If he could focus on Peter, nothing else would matter. He just had to remember those words and be good. Fuck. He was desperate to hear Peter praise him again.

Wade nodded, relieved by the warmth of Peter's hand. It would be a lie if he said he wasn't nervous. But as long as Peter was with him, he would get through it.

"Fantastic," Peter rewarded Wade with a brush of his lips against Wade's jaw and a soft, appreciative hum, but nothing more. Not yet, anyway. All in due time - once Wade had earned it properly, of course.

The restaurant wasn't far, not at all. They also weren't around that many people until they got to the main street - taking shortcuts, as they usually did, before it deposited them on the main block. Peter slid his hand into Wade's back pocket, keeping him tight at his side as they moved down the pavement.

"You look incredible in that suit, bunny." Peter purred into Wade's ear, hand squeezing his ass gently. "It's like I drizzled you into it. I certainly can't wait to peel it off, piece by piece."

That was plenty for Wade. It put him on a little high and he was feeling a bit more confident thanks to it.

Wade was still riding that confidence high up until they got to the more crowded area. That was when the anxiety began to kick in and he started to feel self conscious. But he remembered what Peter said and forced himself to focus on his lover. The hand in his back pocket was definitely comforting.

Wade warmed up at the compliment as well as Peter getting handsy with him. He bit off a moan, heart beating a little erratically at Peter's words. "Thank you, Master. I can't wait for you to either," he admitted. Welp. Hopefully everybody didn't notice the semi he was sporting in his nice suit pants.

A few people stared, but it actually wasn't that many. Peter let his thumb drift under Wade's jacket, brushing against his lower back, the lowest knob of his spine. Handsy, with what was his for the night? You bet your ass.

"Getting excited already, are we?" Peter teased, raising an eyebrow. He could hear Wade getting hot and bothered, and a quick glance at his pants answered that question. "Don't go wetting your trousers, now, we've got a whole dinner to get through, honey bun."

And don't think for a second Peter wasn't going to tease Wade the whole fucking time.

Peter opened the door for Wade, letting him through first so he could smack his ass playfully. Yeah, Peter's a little frisky tonight. "Reservation for two, Parker. Thanks."

Christ. At first, Wade was nervous about Peter being so affectionate in public. Part of him felt like that would draw even more eyes toward them, but the blatant shows of ownership from Peter calmed something inside him that he didn't know existed.

Wade made a face, a little embarrassed with how easy it was for Peter to get him hard. "You always have that effect on me," he admitted. Wade was genuinely trying to calm himself down, but Peter knew exactly where to touch to get him all worked up.

Jesus christ. Wade was really in for it tonight.

Wade jumped a little at the smack, surprised he didn't make a noise. All he did was look back in shock at Peter. He was eerily quiet tonight. Both a combination of nerves and this weird feeling that welled up within him at how easy it was for Peter to make him vulnerable. Here Wade was, completely open, and he was way less terrified than he expected to be.

Peter was definitely not normally like this. He was reserved, he was thoughtful, he kept to himself. Hid behind a camera lens or a book and watched people around him. But tonight - he was different, focused on making this an experience for Wade, and it melted everything else away.

"Good to know," Peter grinned a little, trying to put Wade at ease with his distractions.

The server led them to their table, which, don't say Peter didn't know how to pick 'em. It's a private restaurant booth, with a curtain they can draw to have some privacy. Keep away from prying eyes, actually, after Peter's already put Wade through a first test of anxiety. Did you really think he'd leave that stress on his sweet bunny?

Despite the ample space in the booth, Peter slides right up next to Wade, thigh pressed against thigh, and starts looking over the menu.

It was pretty easy for Wade to notice the differences.

Wade followed Peter and the server. The booth was gorgeous and Wade felt another notch of anxiety ease up when he noticed the curtain. Peter was freaking perfect. No one had ever set up something so thoughtful for him in his entire life. So he was a little taken aback by it all.

Peter surprised him once again by slipping right next to him instead of sitting on the opposite side. He was instantly effected by Peter's closeness, but he tried to make it less obvious than it was before. Even if his dick never seemed to cooperate. Wade picked up the menu, eyeing the food selection. "Thank you," Wade said quietly. "No one's ever..." he tried to get the words out, but they got stuck in his throat.

"We'll start with two glasses of water. Bring us something red to drink, thanks." Peter had been saving up for this night, too, so not only was he taking command but uh...he was also staying within budget. Not that Wade had to know that, he shouldn't be worrying about that.

Once the server left, he drew the curtains, and Peter tilted his head to smile at Wade. "No one's ever loved you as much as I do, bunny. No one's ever taken care of you, the way you deserve." Peter wanted to make that clear. Wade deserved everything he was getting tonight, and Peter was happy to give it. He reached out, looping his arm around Wade and stroking his palm down from the top of Wade's head, down his neck. He let it rest there, on the nape of his neck, warm and with his thumb stroking the side of Wade's neck idly. It's a commanding, but also appreciative position, and a reward for good behavior.

"Hm. What should I feed my honey bun?" Peter said, mostly to himself - though obviously, for Wade's benefit - as he looked over the menu. He glanced over at Wade again, letting his other hand move to brush his fingertips against Wade's lips. "What would look good, hm? Besides my cock."

Peter ordering for him was pretty damn attractive too. He was hitting all of Wade's buttons right now. Oh my god.

"I know, Master," Wade admitted, heart warm and full from Peter's words. He felt embarrassed about the what you deserve part though. No one had ever treated him good, but Peter treated him like he mattered. It freaked Wade out at first and there was still a part of him that was waiting for Peter to come to his senses and see that he could do so much better. Not that Wade would ever say that out loud to him. Peter's touch made his skin feel hot and sensitive. He leaned a little into the touch.

Wade shifted a little, Peter's words and the soft fingertips on his lips went straight to his dick. He swallowed hard. If Peter asked him, he would get on his knees right then and there and suck away. He was so far gone over his lover it was ridiculous. "I'll eat whatever you give me, Master."

Well, Peter may or may not have known that when he planned all of this out.

The moment he did, Peter would do his utmost to prove just how much he loved Wade. The fact that there was even a shadow of a doubt...Peter would be disappointed in himself for not making it painfully clear to his boyfriend. He did matter, even if he didn't always see it. Peter offered a smile and rubbed his thumb along Wade's neck, over his warm pulse point.

"I know you will. You're perfectly obedient, aren't you?" Peter pushed the pad of his thumb just inbetween Wade's lips, brown eyes a little dark, intense. "I think we'll have shrimp tonight. Grilled, with some spices and lemon. You eat too much junk food, bunny."

He pulled away just as the waiter pulled back the curtain; he'd heard him coming, but Peter was reasonably confident Wade was too focused on him to have noticed. He leaned back, watching as their wine was poured, and the waiter droned on about the liquor. It was more for Wade's benefit, really, because Peter was never a huge drinker. He put in their order, a large plate of grilled shrimp to split, and picked up his wine glass to waft it as the waiter left them.

Wade's insecurities weren't on Peter. He was dealing with years of issues and it was because of Peter that he was actually getting better. There would just always be this underlying feeling of him not being good enough for Peter. Hopefully some day that would go away though. Wade's eyes closed in comfort, surprised by how easy it was for Peter's touch to unravel all his defenses.

Wade nodded, his tongue flicking over Peter's thumb. Jesus christ, that look. He nodded again in agreement. The shrimp sounded good and yeah. He definitely ate way too much junk food.

Yeah, Wade didn't notice until the waiter yanked the curtain open and he gave a little jump of surprise. He looked at Peter, still confused by everything that was happening. When Wade came home, he assumed that they were going to get straight to the crazy, kinky sex. But here they were. Eating at a restaurant. Wade felt completely on display for Peter and he was covered in clothing.

"The shrimp sounds perfect, Master. Thank you for ordering for me."

Peter would make it his mission to help Wade move past those insecurities. Maybe one day he'd be able to see himself the way Peter did - smart, funny, attractive, and so deeply in love with him it scared Peter, sometimes. That he could allow himself to feel this deeply for someone, and risk it all being ripped away, as it was so wont to do.

"Mm, you're welcome my sweet little bunny," Peter rested one hand on Wade's thigh, sipping his wine and staring at Wade. All of his attention was laser-focused on Wade, and continued to be even as the waiter returned briefly with a bread basket. He squeezed Wade's leg under the table until the other man left, small smirk curling the edges of his mouth.

"Tell me about your day, honey bun."

If anybody could get Wade to see that, it'd be Peter. He was already starting to, even though that was hard for him to admit. His self esteem had come leaps and bounds in the time they'd been together.

Wade wanted to down the whole glass full of wine in one gulp to settle his nerves, not like it'd do a whole lot, but the thought was comforting. Instead, he took a sip before setting it back down. The nickname filled him with warmth. The last thing that he ever expected to be called was something cute like bunny. Wade loved that kind of shit though. He was all about sickeningly cute things. The intensity of Peter's gaze could be a little unsettling because he felt that Peter saw everything. He looked away for a moment, unable to handle it.

"It was okay. I was thinking about... tonight all day. I spent some time with Weasel at the bar and helped him move into his new place. It's a lot less scuzzy than what he usually lives in. We'll see how long that lasts," Wade snickered at that, unable to hold it in. He relaxed, leaned back in the booth and pressing closer to Peter. There were no eyes on him other than his lover's, so that was what mattered. "I couldn't wait to get home to you though. It's been so bad I've been dreaming about this," he laughed nervously. It was a weird sound for Wade. Usually his laughter was boisterous and borderline obnoxious.

Peter's hand smoothed up and down Wade's leg as he talked, rubbing gently. It was both soothing and somewhat erotic, his hand edging close to Wade's crotch without ever quite crossing into that territory. Well, Peter thought Wade was just about the cutest man he'd ever seen, so. Deal with it, Wilson.

"He does have a habit of unpleasantness," Peter pointed out with a small chuckle, listening to Wade intently. "Dreaming? Tell me. What have you been dreaming about?"

"Does this live up so far?" Peter tilted his head, hand settling on Wade's knee, kneading gently into his bone.

Oh, Wade definitely noticed that hand creeping closer and closer to where he was desperate for Peter to touch. It was ridiculous how easy it was for Peter to make Wade hard. He was definitely hard right then, his dick at attention underneath his nice pants.

"That's the nice way to put it," a hint of normal Wade came out in that reply. But that was gone pretty quick when Peter asked about the dreams. "Well, that's why I've been basically on you each time I wake up. I've been dreaming about you domming me." He didn't go into details because he was starting to get embarrassed. What the hell, Wade? This was different.

Wade nodded. "Yes, Master. It's not exactly what I thought, but I'm really enjoying it. Preferring it, even." He felt embarrassed being that honest. Wade was a romantic and loved this kind of stuff, he just didn't like to let people know that.

Not yet. They still had a whole night ahead of them, Peter couldn't just touch him now, no matter how much he might want to. He could sense Wade's arousal, hear his heartbeat, smell it, but no. Not just yet.

"Look around you. Tonight isn't the night for anything less." Peter raised an eyebrow, but Wade quickly got back with the program. "I want to know, Wade. What do you dream about us doing?" Yes, he's going to make you say it. All of these nerves, all of this embarrassment, it needed to be out in the open. Only then would Wade really get everything he could out of this.

"I know. You were probably expecting sex straight away, huh?" Peter sipped his wine again, looking Wade over contemplatively. Consider this romantic evening the foreplay, something Wade sorely deserved. "Would you like some bread?"

Wade had a feeling he'd be hard pretty much the majority of the night, but that wasn't that surprising. That was his life, basically, being so attracted to his boyfriend.

It was crazy how nervous he was about saying this stuff to Peter. Maybe it was because he was so used to being the one in charge. The reverse made him so vulnerable and for someone so locked up tightly within himself like Wade, this was pretty terrifying. But he forced himself because that was what Peter asked of him. He swallowed hard. "I dreamt about you pinning me down with that ridiculous strength of yours and fucking me nice and slow until I was begging." He couldn't even look at Peter right now.

Wade sipped at his wine. "...yes, actually. I'm sorry. I assumed." ...and then he almost spit it out immediately because he thought Peter said head, not bread. Wade beat on his chest, face bright red as he tried to calm down. "No. I'm okay. Thank you, Master."

Usually Peter would do his best to take care of it. If he wasn't otherwise occupied with, you know, actually adulting and stuff.

Peter was pretty reserved, usually. He let Wade bounce around and drive most of the show, because he seemed more comfortable that way, and Peter was fine just being along for the ride sometimes. But perhaps he'd kind of been holding the reins all along. "How slow? Did you feel every inch?" Peter sounds so fucking casual, like he's asking Wade how many boxes Weasel had to move into his new apartment.

"Are you okay?" Peter blinked, unable to hide his confusion when Wade choked on his wine. Erm. "...suit yourself, little bunny." He picked up his own piece of bread, buttering it and taking a bite. He wondered what Wade would do if Peter didn't have sex with him. If they had a nice dinner, went home, and snuggled. Not that he was going to do that; Wade was hard, expectant, and Peter wasn't exactly unaffected, either (he had jerked off, before Wade got home. He knew this would be hot, but he also knew he had to control himself, so).

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