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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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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."

"Oh fuck," the words slipped out with Wade meaning to. God! Peter was fucking evil. This was going to kill him. He nodded, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure at just the thought. Oh yeah. He was way into this. Could he do it? Could he really do this without the waiter realizing? He took a deep, shaky breath. "Okay, Master. I'll do whatever you ask of me."

Wade took a deep breath, sitting up straight and leaning up on the table so one elbow was on it, his head resting on his hand. That way, his dick was covered by the table and if he barely moved his hand, it wouldn't be obvious what he was doing. He wanted Peter to fuck him like that so bad. So they would just have to wait and see if he could get away with it. "Is this okay?" he asked, eyes still dilated. That was something he honestly couldn't control though.

"Good boy. If you have to stop so you won't get caught, do it," Peter clarified, rubbing a hand over Wade's shoulder. He didn't want to push him too far and get them into trouble. Not on tonight, of all nights. But god, this was hot, as Wade rearranged himself into a more subtle position. Peter could still see everything that was going on, and he pulled his wallet out of his pocket to get out his credit card.

"You look perfect, bunny. Keep rubbing your cock, I want to watch you leak while you do this," Peter purred, cocking his head to the side and listening. Yes, the waiter was on his way. Wade could keep working himself until then, prepare himself.

"Okay," he said as he continued to rub his cock. Another couple of beads of come were absorbed into the underwear. He was trying so hard to keep calm as he did so, but it was hard. No pun intended. Honestly, he blamed Peter entirely. Peter's demeanor tonight was such a fucking turn on. He had no idea his baby boy could reduce him to a whining, begging mess like it was nothing.

Wade's eyes squeezed shut again at Peter's words. God damn. This was how he died for sure. "I think I can do that for you, Master." He was definitely worked up. If he wasn't careful, this was going to go further than he planned. The last thing he needed was to come on himself when the waiter got there.

"Easy, easy," Peter soothed, murmuring gently to Wade. He knew he was asking a lot and that this night had already been pretty intense for his boyfriend. Fingering himself in their booth, risking being caught at any moment? And that wasn't even the hard part - putting on the suit and walking down main street, hand in hand with Peter. That was the real triumph of the night; Peter was so incredibly proud of Wade, and when the scene was over he'd make sure to mention that again.

"My cute little bunny," Peter purred, voice soft and low. "God, look at you. Slow down, that's it. Nice and slow. I bet it's difficult, isn't it? When you just want to fuck away, you horny little thing. I'll take care of you, I promise. Just keep being good for me."

Peter touched Wade's cheek gently. "He's coming honey bunny. Open your eyes and keep teasing yourself. You can do it, cutie." And then Peter let his hand fall away, just as the curtain opened.

"How was everything? Did we enjoy our meal?" The waiter asked, smiling at them, completely oblivious to the depravity under the table.

Yes, holding hands with Peter in front of all of those people was the hardest part for him. Wade still fought with himself all the time because he didn't understand what Peter saw in him. But right at that moment, that was the furthest thing from his mind. All he could think about was wanting to please Peter and for Peter to praise him for being good.

Wade bit back another moan. Peter was on a roll tonight for sure. He slowed down just like Peter wanted him to, his fingers teasing his cockhead. His entire body felt like it was on fire and all he could think of was getting home and letting Peter do whatever the hell he wanted with him. It was to that point. Wade wouldn't say no to anything right now, he was so turned on. "Yes. It's so difficult," he panted.

He pressed into Peter's touch, enjoying the feel of his hand. "Okay, Master," he opened his eyes and took a deep breath, hand still teasing his dick.

Wade stiffened when the waiter showed up, but he forced himself to relax. "It was wonderful, thank you. The shrimp was absolutely delicious." His hand slid up and down the head of his cock, his hips wanting to thrust forward as he touched himself in just the right way that a little zing of pleasure shot through him. Somehow he still managed to keep his composure. "Please tell the chef he did an excellent job," Wade managed to get the words out, even if they were a tiny bit strained.

Not to toot his own horn, but Peter was pretty proud of the night so far. He thought his plan to get Wade out of his head and into a relaxed, fun night with him had worked well, and now here they were, enjoying each other in a cute, yet still pleasurable way. It definitely seemed like Wade felt the same, so Peter was calling it a success for now.

Peter beamed, gaze darting down to Wade's hand and back up to the waiter. The guy seemed pleased, nodding politely. "Well thank you sir, I'll be sure to pass on your compliments. Can I get anything else for you? Dessert, perhaps? We've got chocolate mousse as a special tonight."

"I think, to go, yes." Peter passed the waiter his card. He could tell Wade wasn't holding back; he could see him touching himself right at the sensitive spot on his cock head, the place Peter liked to put his tongue and listen to Wade curse. "Thank you so much."

Peter should be proud. This was exactly why Peter was so good for Wade. Peter has always been a good influence on Wade and has made him want to be a better person from the very beginning. Then after that, Peter made him realize that yeah, maybe he was worth something after all. And that was something Wade never thought was possible. Peter healed him in a lot of ways and tonight was helping even more.

Wade perked up at the words chocolate mousse. Peter was getting it to go? That's it. It was official. Wade was going to keep him. (It was already official since pretty much day one, but that was beside the point.) Wade was still rubbing himself mercilessly. He did exactly as Peter said and kept it painfully slow. Honestly he wanted to reach in his underwear and jerk himself to completion. Fuck, it'd probably only take a couple of strokes before he was coming everywhere, moaning Peter's name over and over. But no. He would be good. "Yes, thank you," Wade echoed the sentiment.

When Peter first met Wade, he never could have guessed it would lead to this. To being happier than he'd been in a long, long time, to having someone who cared about him as fiercely as Wade did. Wade thought Peter was good for him, but truth be told Wade was just as good for Peter, too.

Oh, he had plans for that dessert. Wade had been so good, he deserved it. The waiter accepted the card and left, drawing the curtain and Peter couldn't contain it anymore - he pulled Wade into a searing kiss, groaning against his mouth. "Fuck he had no idea - you look so fucking hot right now - "

Peter reached over and squeezed Wade's shaft, feeling the hard warmth beneath his panties. "Can't wait to take you home and fuck you until you can't remember your own name."

Honestly, Wade never could have guessed either. It was a miracle, if you asked him. There was no way he could be lucky enough to be a good fit for Peter. Yet somehow he was. Now, if only Wade realized that he was good for Peter too himself. They'd get there eventually.

Oh jesus. Anything involving fluffy chocolate dessert was going to make him happy. Wade moaned into the kiss, pressing up against his lover. Yes. God. That kiss was freaking perfect. "Did I do good?" he asked, getting embarrassed at Peter's praise.

Wade gasped at the squeeze, hips arching hard into Peter's hand. "Please, Master. I want that so fucking bad. Please." He would beg. Just wait until they got home and he really let loose. Jesus.

Oh, he'd definitely see it eventually. Peter had a tendency to bottle and hide, but with Wade, it all ended up bubbling to the surface anyway. Because he was comfortable and safe with him; a tremendous quality to have.

"You did incredible," Peter corrected, breathing a little harsh as he pulled back from the kiss, stroking a hand down Wade's chest. "Zip up bunny, let's get ready to go. I'm sure you can't wait to run out of here - "

"I know I can't wait another minute - " Peter kissed Wade again, making his promises between long, claiming kisses. "I'll lay you out on the bed and fuck you, achingly slow, until you beg me to pound you, until you can't take it anymore, little bunny. And then you'll come in your new panties, and I'll slide your plug back in to hold in my come until you're ready for round two - "

The best thing that Wade could ever do is make Peter feel comfortable and safe. If he realized that, it'd definitely boost his self esteem to a ridiculous degree.

Wasn't that the fucking truth. He was ready to pull a Flash and run the fuck home, even with that damn bunny tail plug nestled between his cheeks. He did as Peter asked and regretfully removed his hand from his dick, zipping his pants up.

Wade groaned at the feel of Peter's lips on him. Fuck. He could kiss Peter for hours and be happy. He whined at the imagery. Holy fuck. Maybe Peter needed to be in charge more often. God damn. This was really doing it for Wade. That filthy mouth was going to be the death of him. "Please, Master. I want you to pound me so fucking bad," he panted.

Oh no, Wade had to walk all the way home with it. Peter was sure he'd be even more of a mess by the time they got there; it was a decent sized plug that was probably hitting that gland inside of him, if they'd put it at the right angle.

"Ah ah," Peter pulled back, smiling and pressing his finger to Wade's lips. "Not yet, bunny. You'll get your chance." It was terribly difficult to pull back, but Peter managed, retying Wade's tie around his neck. Like nothing had ever happened, like Wade wasn't wearing a plug and women's underwear underneath his handsome suit. Fuck.

The waiter returned with their to-go box and the check, which Peter signed, adding a nice fat tip to the end of it. A night to remember, and maybe they'd return to this place the next time they did something like this. It had good food, and the curtain definitely had its uses.

Yes. He would be an absolute mess. So yeah, the probability of Wade begging profusely tonight was pretty high.

Watching Peter straighten up his tie did things to him too. He loved how his lover took such good care of him. The underwear were definitely still there and the plug was still nudging him in just the right way whenever he shifted. That was why his cock hadn't lost any of its hardness this whole time.

"Thank you for dinner, Master," he said, appreciating all the thought that went into all of this. Wade would never look at a booth the same again after all of this.

Oh, Peter was counting on it.

"Of course, baby," Peter took Wade's hand, grabbing their to-go with the other, and leading the way out of the restaurant. It wasn't far home, but Peter would be interested to see what the plug did as Wade walked with it. "I think we both had fun, didn't we? And the meal was delicious." Especially Wade eating it right out of his hand, fuck.

Wade followed Peter, somehow managing to walk out of the restaurant without making his predicament too noticeable. But fuck. He moved in just the right way and the tip of it would grind right into his prostate. The only way it was detectable was how Wade squeezed Peter's hand a little tighter each time it happened.

His dick was painfully hard, still leaking profusely and all he could think about was how he only had to make it home and then Peter would put him out of his damn misery. Shit. The thought of Peter fucking him, grinding against his prostate like that plug was doing when he moved just right. It was almost too much. "I did. I loved it, Master. Everything was perfect." Every little bit of it. This whole thing had only made Wade love Peter more and he didn't realize that was even possible.

Every time Wade squeezed his hand, Peter quickened his stride. Look, he'd been doing a pretty good job of keeping his composure, and he may technically be superhuman, but he was still human, and holy fuck the things Wade did to him were just not natural.

"It was only perfect because you were there, bunny," Peter hummed, relaxing a little when they made it to their apartment building. Oh thank god. He needs to get Wade naked like now.

And every time Peter walked faster, that fucking plug brushed up against him more and more. Wade was a fucking mess already. His hand was continuously squeezing Peter's now, the plug rubbing against his prostate mercilessly. God. He wanted Peter to fuck him so bad.

Wade didn't even know what to say to that. He just smiled. Relief flooded him at the sight of their apartment building. All Wade could think of was Peter's hands all over him. If he was lucky, that would be exactly what he got. "Either way, thank you." There was so much more he wanted to say, but it wasn't coming out. He would just have to show Peter later instead.

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