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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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"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.

It was pretty impossible for him to keep a straight face when he felt so full thanks to that plug. So much better than his own fingers. He tried not to shift too much though because each movement sent shocks of pleasure through him.

This poor waiter. Well, not so poor because Peter was benevolent.

He looked at Peter and then back at the waiter. His stomach did a flip. Man. This was going to be interesting. He could barely move let alone walk all the way to the freaking bathroom. Wade looked at Peter nervously and then stood up, eyes clenching shut as his ass gripped onto that butt plug so freaking tightly. How the fuck was he going to walk straight?! He took a deep breath and followed the waiter out, walking toward the bathroom.

He was so freaking relieved when he made it in there, practically running to get into the closed stall. Wade sighed when the door was shut and reached into his pocket like Peter told him to. Wade's eyes went impossibly wide when he pulled the lacey panties out of his pocket. They would be perfect for the bunny tail too. He took a shaky breath in and pulled his pants down so he could slip them on. His dick was still too much for them to cover everything though, so it peeked out the sides.

"Peter is going to fucking be the death of me," he whispered quietly, glad there was no one else in there. And then he was pulling his pants back on over them, somehow harder than he was when he first got into the bathroom. He walked out of the stall and stopped at the mirror. His horrible scarred face looking back at him. Fuck. That was not what he needed right then. He squeezed his eyes shut and turned around, pulling his pants down enough so he could see the cute crisscrossed straps covering his ass and the little fluffy bunny tail. All those bad feelings just flew out the window because god damn his ass looked adorable! Hopefully this would be to Peter's liking.

He yanked the pants back up and then headed back out to their booth. It was a lot easier to walk this time since he was prepared for the onslaught of rubbing from the plug. Wade opened the curtain and slid back into the booth next to Peter again, his face flushed and his dick throbbing underneath the soft, cute undies.

Wade had the tiniest limp, though Peter was sure to him, it felt like everyone knew. He smiled to himself, wondering what would go through Wade's head when he found the panties. Peter had picked them out to match the tail, and though he'd picked the biggest size, they were still made for women, not men. Wade's hard dick would be bursting out of them he was sure, but it would frame the tail nicely and hopefully make him feel cute, a little bunny in his pink underwear.

Peter spent the time peeling the shrimp, in preparation for dinner. The waiter returned to fill their glasses, and by the time Wade finally made it back to the table, Peter was sipping his refill and considering the shrimp on his fork with interest. "Ah, there's my bunny. Look at you, all red, and horny still, I'm sure. Unless you were naughty, little rabbit. I trust you found my second present? How does it feel?"

Peter took Wade's napkin, laying it over his lap for him. His silverware, though, was abandoned at the other end of the table. He wouldn't be needing it. Everything he'd eat tonight, he'd eat straight from Peter's hand.

Wade shifted, but every time he did, the plug rubbed him deliciously. God this was rough. He took a deep breath and exhaled shakily, eyes on Peter. "It feels so good, Master. You knew exactly what to pick for me." He definitely loved the undies. Maybe if he was lucky later, Peter would just push them to the side and fuck him like that instead of taking them off. A boy could dream.

Of course, Wade looked around for his silverware and noticed they were nowhere close. He looked at Peter in confusion, but just went with it. Oh. He inched closer to his lover. The shrimp looked so good. He couldn't wait to get a taste. "Thank you, Master," he said, appreciating Peter taking care of him and setting the napkin down.

Oh, he was definitely considering it. Wouldn't even have to push them much. Just take out the tail and fuck him right through the back. Push it back in when he was done - and Wade had ruined the panties - and snuggle. Sounded like a good way to end the evening...

"I wanted something as cute as you. A tall order," Peter praised, offering Wade a piece of shrimp from his hand as he ate the one of the end of the fork himself. He pressed it to his lips, just to drive home the silent point that Wade wouldn't be using his hands. "Don't be shy, bunny, it's just you and me."

Yup. That would be perfect. Wade's dream was going to come true. Jesus christ.

Wade could feel himself getting embarrassed at Peter's words. The praise made him super happy. Even if that negative voice inside of him was trying to tear him down, Wade knew that Peter thought he was cute and that was what mattered. Wade obediently took the shrimp from Peter's hand, tongue darting out to lick a droplet of sauce from Peter's fingers before he took the whole shrimp. He moaned happily because fuck that was delicious. He licked the remnants of juice off of Peter's fingers, so happy to have Peter feed him. "Thank you, Master." He said after he chewed and swallowed it.

This was way better than what he dreamt.

Only if he was well-behaved. But that didn't look like it was going to be a problem now, did it?

Peter watched Wade carefully as he took the meat from his hand, suppressing a shiver when he licked the juice from Peter's fingertips. Oh yes, that was perfect. Peter swiped his thumb over Wade's lower lip before picking up another piece, eyes dark and intense as he offered it to Wade. "Such a good boy. Ah, catch that little drip on my hand bunny - "

Wade would totally be well-behaved if that was going to be his reward.

Peter's bunny did as he was told, licking over the drop and sucking gently over the spot where it was. He moved to claim the other shrimp, biting half of it off and chewing thoughtfully. He went in for the last piece, nibbling at it until it was gone. Mm. That was so freaking good. He licked his lips appreciatively. "Thank you so much, Master. It's so good."

Peter hoped Wade was feeling as pampered and cherished as he looked, right now, nibbling the shrimp right out of his hand. "Yes, it's seasoned very well. I guess we'll have to give our compliments to the chef, won't we?"

Peter took a bite of shrimp from his fork, offering Wade another one from his hand. He set down the fork, subtly pushing his palm down, against his dick. He thought jerking off beforehand would help, but he'd underestimated how damn sexy Wade was. And he was going to feed him every bite, fingertips brushing Wade's lips, Wade's tongue sucking his hand clean, teeth scraping gently against the pads of his fingers. Fuck. Way more erotic than it had any right to be.

He definitely was. Wade was so happy right then. It was still a little weird having that much focus on him, but he was at the point that he really could care less because he really just wanted Peter to keep feeding him. He was really, really into that. "Definitely, Master."

Wade took that one too, lapping up the excess juice from Peters fingers before taking the shrimp from his hand. He moaned appreciatively at the taste and then went in to suck the last bit of juices off of Peter's fingers. So yeah. Wade was leaking all over those cute pink panties right now.

Peter continued like that through the whole plate of shrimp, feeding Wade and watching, mesmerized, as he licked the juice and shrimp from Peter's hand. He ended up feeding some of his half to Wade, too, distracted his lips and those delicious little moans.

"...is that good?" Peter's voice was a little lower than normal, and he cleared his throat, pressing the last shrimp against Wade's lips. When he kissed him later, Wade would taste like lemon zest seafood and Peter would remember how sexy he looked, eating from his hand.

Wade continued to eat happily, nibbling and licking and sucking all the juices from Peter's hands as he ate. It was pretty great. And by the end, he was absolutely stuffed and super satisfied, grin on his face.

"Yes, Master. So incredibly good," Wade smiled wide. He noticed the difference in Peter's voice and it sent a thrill through him. Wade took the last shrimp from him, but instead of just taking it gently, he sucked Peter's fingers into his mouth obscenely. He sucked hard for a moment, tongue gliding against the pads of his fingers before he pulled back, taking the shrimp with him and chewed like it was completely normal to basically felate his boyfriend's fingers.

"Good." Peter cleared his throat again, eyelashes fluttering as Wade sucked on his fingers, tongue working them in ways that definitely made Peter twitch in his pants. God damn. He inhaled deeply, carefully using his napkin to wipe his hands and mouth, taking a second to reorient himself.

"Unzip your pants," Peter said, still preoccupied with his napkin. He'd wanted to wait until they got home to see Wade in all his glory, but after sucking on his fingers like that, Peter just couldn't resist taking a sneak peek.

Wade shivered at those words. He could do that for Peter, but he was embarrassed still. Of course, Wade did as he was told, unzipping his pants and tugging them down so Peter could see the peek of cute, pink undies. His dick was still hard and leaking, busting out of the sides of the soft material. His hips jetted when the plug rubbed a particularly sensitive spot, his dick twitching. "Is this okay, master? Do you want me to turn around so you can see the back?"

"Fuck, Wade," Peter breathed, breaking character for a second. He just looked - so damn good, Peter could feel his mouth salivating. The panties were obscene, trying in vain to contain Wade's hard cock. He'd already wet the front of them, a dark pink splotch outlining the head of his dick.

"Not yet. This is perfect," Peter leaned closer, letting his fingers wander out, tracing over Wade's shaft. He inhaled, the scent of Wade's arousal filling the booth. Good god, his boyfriend was hotter than anything in Peter's wildest fantasies. "They hardly fit you at all. You look delicious. But I bet it makes your cute little bunny butt look incredible."

"We'll save that," Peter looked back up at Wade, meeting his eyes. His thumb pressed into the head of Wade's cock, through the thin fabric. "When I finally unwrap my little sex bunny."

Wade got a rush of arousal from Peter's reaction. That didn't help the wet spot on the panties at all. He moaned, breathing elevated as he tried to resist the urge to touch himself. Peter's gaze was almost too much for him.

Well, shit. Now he was embarrassed. All that praise really did it for him. His hips arched toward Peter's touch, eyes closed in pleasure. Even that was torturous right now. "Thank you, Master."

Wade held Peter's gaze, a small whine coming from him at the teasing touch. "I can't wait for you to unwrap me," he admitted.

"I'm going to make you come in these tonight," Peter promised, fingertips trailing lightly along Wade's warm shaft. Wade's lips were parted on a moan, eyes closed, and Peter resisted the urge to kiss him. He was saving that, too. "Make a mess out of these panties, little bunny. We'll have to peel them off you. Would you like that? Come dripping down your balls, all soft cotton and your own mess?"

"I want you to start rubbing the head of your cock, nice and slow. Go ahead, bunny." Peter took his hands off Wade, a Herculean effort. "Tease yourself while I watch."

Wade bit off a moan at that. If he'd let that go, it would have given what they were doing away. Either that or the people around would think Wade really, really liked his dinner. Which wasn't technically a lie... Oh jesus christ, yes! Yes, please. "Please, Master," he tried so hard not to grind towards Peter's hand. "I want that so bad." Just the thought of that was ruining him.

The look that Wade gave Peter right then. It was equal parts ridiculously aroused and shocked. He worried at his lip with his teeth as his hand slid down his body to his dick. He circled the head, just barely, going slow like Peter asked him to. The shock of pleasure caused him to throw his head back. Fuck he was so painfully sensitive. "Master..." Wade panted out, still torturing himself for Peter.

Peter grinned so hard is hurt, watching eagerly as Wade struggled to contain himself. He wet his lips, digging his own fingers into his thighs to keep from touching as Wade started to tease himself. God, he was so fucking gorgeous. Peter cleared his throat, knowing his voice was going to come out lower than he meant it to.

"Now bunny, I've got a special request. You don't have to do it, but if you do, I'll make it worth your while." He inhaled, eyes on Wade's face. "I want you to rub yourself very slowly. When our waiter comes back, you're going to tell him how much you liked the shrimp. And you'll keep rubbing." They'd have to be very careful, because there wasn't a tablecloth, but Wade should be hidden by the angle they were sitting. If he could compose himself.

"If you do that, when we get home I'll fuck you just like you imagined. Hold you down and make you feel every inch of my cock, in and out, until you mess yourself."

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