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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 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).

Oh yeah. He definitely had the reigns. All Peter had to ever do was speak up and Wade would change his tune immediately, regardless of what was going on. It was probably unhealthy how desperate Wade was for Peter's approval. It was a combination of fear and low self esteem that fueled that. Oh shit. Wade bit back a moan. "Yes, Master. I felt all of it. That's why I was leaking when I woke up. I've been desperate for you to fuck me since we mentioned the possibility," he admitted. That casual tone was definitely doing things to Wade.

"Yes. 'm fine," he coughed again, embarrassed. Jesus christ.

Wade would probably be a little antsy, but it would be a lie if he said he didn't prefer what they were doing right now instead of fucking wildly at home. Wade was good at that. He was good at being whatever Peter needed in the bedroom and making him come over and over again. Undoing Peter with lips, tongue and hands like that was what he was made for. Wade knew exactly what to do to get his lover off. Now this? Being open and vulnerable and close? Just going to dinner and spending time together like a couple? That was fucking hard. It was something Wade didn't feel like he deserved. He felt like he deserved to be Peter's little secret. He felt like he deserved to be used for what he could do in the bedroom. Not this. Not eating together at dinner out in the open where people could see and know that Peter was dating a monster. That was terrifying. But it was what he wanted more than anything. More than fucking Peter. He wanted Peter's acceptance and his love, his gentleness. Needed it, really. Even if that was hard to admit.

He'd...noticed that, on a few occasions. He'd always thought it considerate, but after learning about BDSM Peter had to wonder if it pointed to something deeper. Some need Wade had to be dominated, guided. But if it was out of fear...well, they'd have to fix that, at some point. "I see. Anything else? Or is my little bunny just craving my cock?" Peter smirked a little, taking one of Wade's hands in his. "I daresay it's your favorite toy."

From what Peter could gather, that wasn't what this was about. They could play all the sex games they wanted without delving into the world of BDSM. And Wade was good at sex - better than Peter, no matter what Wade claimed. But it was more than just physical - or, it should be.

And here he was, holding Wade's hand and sharing a candlelit dinner with him. Textbook rom-com. Well, almost. "Guess it's my turn." Peter took a bite of his bread, thumb brush Wade's knuckles. "Went to class, picked up these suits from the dry cleaners. Had lunch with May - she wants us to come over for Sunday dinner. Thinks I'm getting too skinny." Peter laughed, biting off another piece of bread.

Wade moaned, unable to hold the noise back at Peter's words. "I'm always craving your cock, Master." Wasn't that the fucking truth.

It was definitely supposed to be more than just the physical. It was just hard for him to accept completely that that was what this was. Wade had always been used for what he could do. Peter never did that with him and it fucking terrified him. So yeah. He was sitting here at dinner scared shitless on the inside because this was exactly what he wanted. This was more than he was expecting and it scared him because this was way better than what he was dreaming of.

He relaxed a little, grateful for the warmth of Peter's hand. It pulled him out of his thoughts. Wade couldn't stop his smile at the mention of Aunt May. He freaking loved May. May was amazing. "I feed you all the time and it doesn't help," Wade laughed a little at the montage in his head of Peter stuffing his face. "That'll be fun. I love going over there."

Wade had been abused, really. Call it what it was. People had come, taken what they wanted, and left him in the dust, picking up the pieces. Morphing his insides to be just as scarred and painful as his outside. To the point where Wade could barely enjoy dinner with his boyfriend, too busy waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"She loves having you. Seriously, I feel like we spent the whole lunch talking about you," Peter smiled, sipping his wine again. Aunt May wasn't completely to blame for that; Peter did love talking about his boyfriend. Yes, he was that significant other. Just...quieter about it.

Peter continued to drawl on about his day, the chem lab he'd passed and the robbers off sixth he'd stopped dead in their tracks. The innocent, regular dinner chatter was meant to be calming, soothing to Wade's nerves. Peter only hoped his tactic worked.

If only Wade actually saw that for what it was.

That made him smile and he actually got a little bashful about it. Peter talked about him with May? His heart gave a little squeeze. "Really? Well, I love her."

It definitely worked. The more they talked, the less he got stuck in his head. Wade remained pressed up against Peter's side, smiling easily and commenting back here and there. He was so in love with Peter, it was ridiculous. Peter knew just what to do to put him at ease.

"Of course," Peter smiled, eyes crinkling in the corners. Of course he talked about Wade. They spent practically all of their time together, save when Peter had to be in class (and even then, sometimes Peter swore he saw Deadpool on the opposite rooftop from his class building).

"Since you've been so good," Peter gently let go of Wade's hand as the easy conversation came to a natural pause, reaching into his coat pocket. "I've got a present for you." Just a little something to spice up their already wonderful night. It's in a nondescript box, but one look is going to tell Wade all he needs to know. Peter passes him the box, encouraging smile on his lips.

He might have spent a few of his lonelier days perching outside Peter's class buildings. Yeah. He admitted to it.

Wade perked up at that, watching curiously. "Thank you, Master," he said as he accepted the box, turning it over in his hands and then peeking in. Oh. Well. Wade cleared his throat. That brought a whole new meaning to Peter's nickname for him. Shit. A drop of precome leaked from his dick and there was no underwear there to absorb it. Just the suit pants. Great. He cleared his throat, eyes going from the box back to Peter's. He didn't know what to say. Peter sliding the toy into him was all he could think about now and that was super distracting. "Wow."

Peter stared back at Wade, sliding a small, discrete bottle of lube across the table to Wade. "Do you like it? I thought it suited you." A little, fluffy bunny tail for his cute bunny. Sexual, but also something to make Wade feel adored. There was no shame in feeling cute, such a contrast to how Wade was used to thinking about himself. Peter was interested to see how he responded.

"I want you to open yourself up right here, bunny." Peter suggested, folding his hands together. "I'd like to watch." The threat of being uncovered any moment would make it all the more intense - though, of course, Peter would hear their waiter approaching and get Wade presentable before that happened. Still. The threat was there, that was all they needed.

Wade eyed the lube and then looked back at Peter. "I love it, Master. It's perfect," he said, really genuinely enjoying the gift. Wade fucking loved cute shit. So yeah. He was going to love using this.

He paused at Peter's words, in shock. "...right here?" he asked. Yeah the curtain was closed, but what if the waiter came to check on them? And here was Wade with his fingers up his ass, a bunnytail butt plug out in plain sight. Oh man. Fuck. Why was he so turned on by that? Well shit. Wade was perverted as hell. That was why. I'd like to watch. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. The thought of Peter's eyes on him as he fucked himself on his fingers. His dick twitched and he bit his lip, trying to refrain from moaning like he wanted to.

"Okay, Master. Whatever you want from me, I'll do it," he said. But he really wanted this too. Wade took the little bottle of lube and set it next to him on the seat of the booth before he reached down to undo the clasp on his dress pants. He slid them down, his cock springing free. It was an angry red at the tip, glistening with precome. Shit. He was kind of nervous now.

Wade spread his legs a little, pulling the pants down enough so he could reach in between them and get to his hole. It was already clenching at the thought of touching himself in front of Peter. He scooted down a little so access was easier. Good god. He put a little lube on his fingers, warming it up before he slid his hand down in between his thighs, hard cock brushing his forearm as he did so. It made him moan quietly, his stomach clenching in surprise. He circled the tight ring of muscle with his middle finger, eyes fluttering closed at how sensitive it was right now. Maybe it was just the thought of being caught in the booth, dick out and hard, fingers playing with his hole as his lover sat by him and watched. Holy fuck.

Peter leveled Wade with an even look, leaning forward against the table. "Right here." Peter knew Wade would like the thrill of it, and the confirmation was enough to get an amused smile out of Peter. Good. Everything was going really good so far. He watched as Wade undressed, eyes dragging over the lines of his body as Wade's pants came off.

"Mm, you're really behaving well tonight," Peter praised, canting his head a little when Wade uncovered his cock. Oh yes, Wade was enjoying this. Peter subtly adjusted himself in his pants, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip. They didn't tell you how hard it would be to maintain composure.

Fuck, Wade was putting on a wonderful show, and Peter sipped his wine, careful not to grip the glass too tightly. "Look at you, bunny. Opening yourself up for your cute little tail. You look so good, I might just fuck a load into you before we slide your fluffy plug in. How would you like that? Spend our lovely dinner with my come in your ass."

"And look at that cock of yours. Horny little rabbit, are we?" Peter took another thoughtful sip from his glass. "Bet you'd love it if I let you hump my hand. Right here, let you come into a napkin. Do you think you could be quiet enough, bunny? Or would someone come to see the rabbit mating?"

Fuck, he could practically feel Peter's gaze like a physical caress. He shivered when Peter wet his lip. Wade's eyes followed the movement and it sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his dick.

Wade moaned, hips jerking up at Peter's words, showing him exactly how much he'd like that. "Yessss," he hissed out the word, his middle finger slowly pushing into his hole. He bit his bottom lip hard, enjoying the slight burn from it. He had refrained from anything involving his ass for the past week and it showed in how tight he was right now. It was also nerves though. Wade took a deep breath, relaxing the muscle before he slid a second finger in. His dick twitched at that. He was so fucking turned on by this.

"Always horny for you, Master. You make me like this," his voice was constricted as he began to fuck himself on his fingers, hips rocking down onto his hand. Wade's head fell back as he moaned at Peter's words. The imagery was too fucking much for him. Oh fuck no. Wade knew he couldn't be quiet. That would be next to impossible. Peter would have to gag him. "I don't think I could be quiet. I'm too turned on right now and I want you too much to keep quiet, Master. I'm sorry." It was hard not to reach for his cock, but he knew better. Peter told him what he wanted, so Wade would continue fucking himself open for his lover.

"Yes, I bet you would," Peter agreed, watching hungrily as Wade worked a second finger into himself. He could see how fucking tight he was from here, and Peter resisted the urge to reach out and trace his pucker. No. Not yet. This was as much a game for him as it was for Wade. "Would you ride me, bunny? Little bunny hops on my cock? What do you think you'd look like, riding my cock with your suit pants around your ankles?"

"Only for me." Peter corrected, swallowing as Wade started fucking onto his fingers. Wade was getting louder, and if they were going to pull this off, yeah, Peter would have to gag him. "That's a shame, a real shame. Here I thought I'd let my little bunny fuck away, but I guess it'll have to wait until we get home, huh?"

Peter set his glass down, reaching over to loosen Wade's tie. "Keep going. I'm going to cinch this in your mouth." He did so, slipping the tie knot into Wade's mouth and tightening it around his head. Good enough, Wade wasn't getting off, just inserting a plug. Peter...couldn't help it, though, this close to Wade. He swiped his thumb over Wade's leaking cockhead, tongue flicking out to taste the precome. "Mm. Delicious."

Wade fucking whimpered at that. Jesus christ almighty. Peter was absolutely filthy tonight. Wade's cock leaked more. "Yes. I would ride you, Master. Ahh -- shit." He gasped, rocking hard toward his fingers. They just barely brushed his prostate, his hips jerking as another bead of fluid dripped down his dick.

"Yes. Only for you," he echoed. He whined pitifully, gut clenching tightly at the thought of having to wait until they got home. That's what he got for being so honest. God damn. He wanted to feel Peter's dick inside him so fucking bad right then. His fingers just weren't enough.

Wade watched as Peter took his tie, his moan muffled by the windsor knot. It definitely muffled him good. He did what Peter said and kept going, sliding a third finger next to the other two so he was good and prepped. His groan was muffled, drool leaking around the edge of the makeshift gag as he slowly slid his fingers into his tight ass. Oh god. His hips jerked up at the feel of Peter's thumb on his sensitive head, a muffled yelp coming from him. Peter was freaking evil. Wade's eyes narrowed as he watched Peter's tongue lapping up that bit of precome. Holy fuck.

Wade was desperate to be fucked now. He didn't want his damn fingers. He wanted Peter's dick inside him so freaking bad. But all he had was his fingers, so he fucking himself messily, body arched and legs spread as they could be with those damn pants in the way. All he wanted was Peter.

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"Mm, maybe later. If you beg nicely enough." Peter teased, watching Wade's precome dribble from his tip. "Don't get anything on the nice seats, bunny. We're guests here, you know."

Peter sipped his wine again to keep himself from ravishing Wade right then and there. Wade was clearly going for it, fucking down onto his fingers and opening himself up until he was nice and stretched. God, how good would his ass feel on Peter's cock right now? Tight, clenching around him like Wade was on his fingers - no. Not yet, Parker.

Peter could be a whole lot worse. He flicked Wade's cockhead, lightly, but with how sensitive he was it was bound to elicit some type of reaction. "I think we'd better get your tail in, bunny. Our food should be coming soon." He could smell the shrimp, actually, fresh from the kitchens. "Would you like me to push it into your greedy little hole while you pretend it's my cock?" He knew Wade well enough to know he was wishing he hadn't been so honest.

Well, shit. Wade was pretty much ready to beg now, he was that turned on. He whimpered as his fingers grazed his prostate again. It felt so good, but it just wasn't enough.

Oh, it definitely would. Wade knew he would grip Peter's dick like a vice right now.

Wade yelped (thankfully it was still muffled), hips arching hard at the flick. Oh shit. That got him close. He was really worked up. He nodded, still dazed and even more sensitive than before. It was a little frustrating because he was pretty close as is. A little more work and he'd be making a mess of himself. But Wade would do what Peter wanted. He nodded eagerly, legs spreading a little more at the thought. "Yes, Master. Please. Please. I want that so fucking bad, Fuck. That was exactly what he'd do too. He would pretend it was Peter's cock sliding into him. His dick twitched at the mere thought.

If he was that close now, Peter would have him a mess before the end of the night.

Peter picked up the plug, moving to position it at Wade's hole. It was incredibly surreal, that they were actually doing this in a public place. This was not something Peter would ordinarily dream up but with Wade...anything was possible, honestly. He slowly pushed in the tail, inch by inch until it was fully seated inside of Wade. The flare sat snugly against his hole, faux fur brushing his asscheeks and honestly, looking like a real fucking tail.

"Now bunny," Peter purred softly, leaning over to whisper in Wade's ear. "I want you to pull up your pants and go to the bathroom. Wash your hands and clean up a little. We are about to eat. Then check the left breast pocket of your suit." He could hear the waiter coming with their food, and he helped Wade tug up his pants, taking the knot out of his mouth carefully and hiding it on the seat just in time, as the curtains opened.

Oh fuck. It was about to happen. Wade's legs parted a little more. Thank god for Peter stuffing that tie in his mouth, because there was no way he was going to be able to be quiet now. He moaned around the tie, hips pushing toward Peter's hand as he slid the plug in. Every inch was blissful torture and when it was all the way in, his dick twitched. Wade was officially the number one fan of the bunny tail butt plug and he would make sure to write a five star review when this night was over.

Shit. Wade shivered. How the hell was he going to manage that? He nodded though, willing to do whatever the fuck Peter wanted him to do. Then Peter was helping him straighten up quickly and his heart thumped hard at the thought of being caught in this position. He bit back a moan at the feel of his pants brushing against his dick again. Everything was so fucking sensitive right then. He tried to look at least partially composed when the waiter began to set their food in front of them.

Seconds ago, Wade had been fucking his ass open for a bunny plug and now he was sitting there, tenting his pants and hiding that same plug underneath them while their waiter had absolutely no idea. Peter shifted his own cock in his trousers, smiling brightly at the server. He'd be sure to tip handsomely when they left.

"Excuse me, would you mind showing my boyfriend where the bathroom is?" And yes, Peter had zero qualms about referring to Wade as his boyfriend. "Little too much red wine." The server nodded, holding back the curtain for Wade once their food was laid out on the table. Peter smirked and touched Wade's hand gently before he nodded, letting him get up.

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