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I got me a Chrysler, it seats about 20

Peter would say, after a little over a year of dating, that he knew Wade pretty well. He knew his favorite foods, he knew what made him laugh, he knew just where to put his tongue when he sucked Wade's dick for maximum cursing. All the important things, you know? But when Wade propositioned him with spicing it up, Peter was...well, surprised, to say the least. Was their regular not...good enough anymore?

That train of thinking didn't last long with Peter. Once he thought about it logically, he realized if he said no, Wade would still be more than happy with what they had. And what was the harm in trying it? Besides the fact that the idea made Peter blush like a schoolgirl. So he said yes. With a few conditions.

"I don't know that I can...be the one tied up." Wade hadn't even hesitated in taking over the role of sub. He seemed eager, even, and with that in mind, Peter took to researching the idea with similar gusto. If this was something Wade really wanted, Peter wasn't going to half ass (not that he ever did, when it came to Wade. He deserved the whole damn ass).

What he found was a lot more than he expected. He came to quickly grasp the concept that yeah, it was about sex, but it was also about trust. Giving yourself over to another person so completely, and if Wade was going to do that? Peter had better show his appreciation by giving him a damn good scene.

They started small, because although Wade might have had experience, Peter almost certainly did not. A handcuff here, a buttplug there. Little things that otherwise didn't do much more to their usual sex life than make it a little different. But tonight - tonight was going to be different. Peter had finally admitted to Wade that he was ready to give it the full shot. He's a little nervous, actually, but hopefully Wade won't notice. Or at least won't mention it.

Wade was supposed to be home at 6, and it's 6:05 now. Peter, of course, knows that it was probably just the subway running late but...well, he'll mention it later. Can't have his sub being late. He's standing there in a suit he hasn't worn in...god, way too long. Probably since the last exhibition he went to where he had to actually mingle. And he's got Wade's all lined up on the bed, too.

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Oh, 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.

They got up to their apartment, but only just barely. Peter pinned Wade to the door as it was shutting, kissing him fervently. His hands roamed down to Wade's hips, pushing his own against his boyfriend's, grinding slowly. Peter was hard beneath his trousers and obviously, so was Wade.

"Fuck, let's get this off," Peter started tugging at Wade's jacket, his pants, everything he could reach, lips moving down over Wade's jaw desperately. "Let's see that cute little tail, bunny."

Wade moaned, but it was cut off by Peter's lips as he pressed him into the door. Yes. This was worth that torturous walk. His moan got really loud when Peter started grinding against him. Wade pushed his hips toward his lover's, so happy to see that Peter was as turned on as he was. It was great to be able to be loud now without worry about someone hearing, so he definitely let loose.

"You won't see me complain, Master," Wade laughed, tilting his head into Peter's lips as he helped remove his clothes. He stumbled a little, gasping when that fucking plug rubbed his ridiculously sensitive prostate again. He whined, kicking his pants off, relieved when all that remained were the undies. "Like this?" he asked as he pulled away so he could turn around and show Peter. The fluffy tail stuck out in between the crisscross'd straps cutely. Knowing that Peter's eyes were on him right now made his dick twitch.

There was no need to keep quiet - their neighbors liked to blast music, so Peter didn't exactly feel any remorse for being loud. And god, did Wade make the best sounds or what?

Peter nearly ripped the suit in his haste, but managed without incident, flinging the clothes god knows where. He hummed when Wade turned around, resting his hands on Wade's hips and looking at the tail in Wade's ass. Holy fuck. "You're adorable, my god. My cute little sex bunny. I knew you'd look so good in that tail."

"Now bunny," Peter's voice got a little more serious, but this was all part of the plan. "I know you're eager. But tonight you were late. Now don't worry, I know it wasn't entirely your fault...so I'll go easy on your punishment. I want you to stand here - " Peter tugged on Wade's hand, pulling him towards the middle of the room. "And I want you to stay still. You're not allowed to touch - and you're not allowed to come. Don't worry, I'll be quick."

Wade was trying hard not to get embarrassed. Even though he didn't get as red as other people because of the scars on his skin, he still got pretty red when Peter started going on about how he was adorable. Fuck. He would be Peter's sex bunny all day every day. All he had to do was ask. "Thank you, Master. I think it was a good choice."

He froze, immediately noticing the change in tone. Uh oh. He still managed to feel ashamed for being late to such an important day, even if it wasn't entirely his fault. He nodded, willing to accept his punishment. "Okay. I can do that," he said, standing perfectly still. It was going to be rough. He wanted to fist his dick and stroke until he came, but he would be good. Even if it was very difficult. Shit. This was going to be rough.

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Oh god, Wade blushing? That image went straight to Peter's dick. His little sex bunny, embarrassed over Peter's praises. He didn't even know that was his kink by god damn, yes, yes it was. "I agree. You look so good in pink. It's like your ass was made for these."

Peter nodded, satisfied with Wade's consent, and sank down to his knees. He smiled, one hand reaching around to the plug, resting on the base, before he started going to town - leaning forward, dragging his open mouth across Wade's trapped cock. Mouthing at him, sucking through the fabric, teasing Wade's head with his tongue, but not actually sucking on the skin. His hand started working the plug, fucking it in and out of Wade's ass shallowly. Yes, this was his punishment. Peter didn't have much mercy.

Wade blossomed beneath all of Peter's praise. Each time there was irrefutable evidence that Peter was turned on by him, Wade's self esteem boosted just a little higher. So this entire night was definitely boosting his self esteem.

Oh, fuck. Wade watched as Peter sank down, his hole tightening around that plug so hard when Peter's hand rested on it. But it was Peter's wicked mouth that got him. The noise that emitted from Wade was absolutely wounded. It was so hard not to hump toward Peter's mouth. It felt so fucking good. Fuck. How was he going to keep from coming. Wade whined, but it quickly turned into a full on groan when Peter began fucking his ass with the plug. Oh god. Wade's legs were shaking as he forced himself to be still. The plug kept sliding against his prostate and he just knew his cock was so engorged and full that it was purple by now. He wanted to come so fucking bad. "M-master! Oh, fuck. Ahh!"

Peter could feel Wade's legs shaking against his chest and he circled his tongue around the damp fabric at the head of Wade's cock. He pushed the plug in a little harder, grinding it against Wade's prostate. "This is your - mm - punishment." Peter breathed, sucking a line up and down Wade's shaft, through the panties. "You won't - ever - be late - again - will you?"

"Will you?" Peter repeated, fucking the plug into Wade a little bit harder. "Shh, bunny. You don't get to enjoy this. Quiet. No moaning."

His eyes were squeezed shut so fucking tightly. Oh, shit. He was getting too close too fast. If only Peter would slow down just a little. Wade was already so worked up and it never took him long to come when Peter was involved. "No, Master," he replied.

"N-no, Master! I won't!" The grunt came out of him, even though he tried to hold it back. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. This was too fucking much. He couldn't even make noise?! Oh, Wade was so screwed. He was so fucking loud in the bedroom, especially when he was bottoming. This was going to be rough. It was definitely a good punishment though. Wade was desperately fighting off the waves of pleasure, trying to think of something other than Peter's wicked mouth and hands, but it just wasn't working.

Peter wasn't cruel. He knew Wade was close, so damn close, he might even come the minute Peter started fucking into him. He counted to thirty in his head, going to town as he lowered his head to suck on Wade's barely-constrained balls. Wade managed it, though, staying still and silent as he took his punishment.

"Such a good boy. You're so well behaved, my sweet little bunny." Peter pushed the plug all the way back into Wade and leaned back on his thighs, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. His own erection was tenting his pants by this point and god, was Wade a sight. Wet outline of his dick, flushed with the effort, eyes squeezed shut. Having his eyes closed wrinkled his nose in a cute way that definitely reminded Peter of a rabbit.

"Go get my camera off the dresser. You'll find your last present in there, bunny."

Wade probably would. All Peter would have to do is thrust into him just right so he hit that spot and Wade would be coming for him instantly. He was nibbling at his lip now, trying to keep himself from moaning wantonly.

He was still shaking from the restraint. It was so hard not to let himself get pushed over that precipice. Especially when his boyfriend was so fucking sexy and so good at touching him and pleasing him. His hips gave the tiniest jerk when Peter slipped the plug back in, the edge dragging against his spot. Oh fuck. "I'm trying to be, Master. I want to be good for you," he admitted.

Wade froze up at the mention of that camera though. His insecurities came rushing back and he looked at Peter, panicked as he ran over everything in his head. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to gather his composure. He trusted Peter completely and utterly. Peter loved him and was doing so much to make him feel good, the least he could do was fight off that negativity. "Okay." He walked off to get the camera and his present.

When Wade saw the bunny ears, his cheeks got all rosey. He loved cute shit so much and Peter was really upping the ante on this one. He grabbed both the items and walked into the other room, placing the rabbit ears on his head where Peter could see. He held the camera out for Peter to take, even if it made him nervous.

Peter could see the brief hesitation, but he pushed past his own doubts - was he really doing the right thing by Wade? - and stood up as Wade disappeared into the bedroom, watching the cute tail disappear behind the door. He readjusted himself in his pants, taking off his jacket and setting it over a chair. Yes, Wade needed this. Wade needed to see himself as Peter saw him, and Peter couldn't think of a better way to do that than take pictures. He only took pictures of things he thought were worth taking pictures of, and he thought Wade knew that, somewhere in his mind.

Peter loosened his tie and rolled up his sleeves, freezing when Wade entered with the rabbit ears. Holy. Shit. Peter was a little slow in taking the camera, staring openly. "You are. You're the cutest thing I've ever seen." Was he gaping? Maybe a little. Peter cleared his throat, checking the camera distractedly.

"I'm going to have you pose for me, bunny. Let's start right here. Turn to the side, put your hand on your hip, and look back at me over your shoulder." He didn't have to ask Wade to look shy, he already knew that was probably what he would get. And what a picture that would make. "Let me see that adorable little tail of yours, that's it." Click.

He paused after the second picture - click - tilting his head in consideration. That...wasn't a bad idea. "I want you to repeat after me: I am a cute little sex bunny. Say it."

Jesus christ, Peter Parker. Every time you called Wade cute, he died a little more. It was too much.

He cracked a smile at that, unable to stop himself. There was no way he was cuter than Peter, but that was a discussion for another time. Peter's reaction made him bashful. He looked down at the floor, unable to maintain eye contact.

Shit. There was the anxiety again. Just a little this time though. Wade forced it away and did what Peter asked, posing easily. Fuck. He didn't want to look at the camera. It was almost too much. But it was just him and Peter. And Peter was clearly enjoying what they were doing, so he forced himself to relax.

Wade swallowed hard? Really, Peter?! He paused for a long time, refusing to make eye contact with Peter. "Iamacutelittlesexbunny," the words were quiet and jumbled together. Could he just write FML on his forehead right now? He was about to die of embarrassment.

Wade couldn't even look at him, and if that wasn't the cutest damn thing...

Peter snapped a few more pictures, changing angles on the same pose, before he moved forward, capturing Wade's lips in a warm, soft kiss. There was desire, underneath, but it was still gentle. "Here, bunny, back against the wall." Peter helped position Wade, hands moving him around, strong but easy. He planted Wade's hands on the wall, spread his legs apart, and pushed his ass out.

"Say it again, bunny. Louder, and enunciate." Peter clicked another couple of pictures. "And shake that cute little tail, sweetie, shake it for me."

The kiss definitely eased the tension in his body. How Peter felt about him was the most important. He moved easily, following Peter's signals and getting into position.

Oh, fuck. Wade took a deep breath. He knew it wasn't going to be that easy. "I am a cute little sex bunny," he said, shaking his ass for Peter. Oh shit. That damn plug rubbed him when he did that. Hopefully that wasn't too obvious on his face.

Of course not. This was about pushing Wade's boundaries and discovering something about himself - maybe dealing with some stuff - in a safe environment with someone who loved him. Peter didn't think he was moving too fast - he'd started slow, and even this was still pretty simple.

Peter took his pictures, swallowing hard when Wade wiggled the tail. Fuck. He let the camera dangle around his neck, coming up right behind Wade and taking him by the hips, drawing him closer. He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of Wade's ear. "You are a cute little sex bunny. You are so cute, Wade, so sexy and adorable. I want you to say it again and know that even if you don't believe it, I do."

The feel of Peter so close was definitely welcome. He shivered at the brush of Peter's lips against his ear. Wade swallowed hard, doing as Peter said. He pressed back against Peter, succumbing to his feelings and his comfort around his lover. "I am your cute little sex bunny," he said breathlessly and much more confident. God, he just wanted Peter's hands on him now. It was greedy and impatient of him, but his boyfriend was so close and he couldn't touch. It was rough.

"I love you," he whispered, hoping that Peter wouldn't punish him for speaking out of turn. The words just fell out of him, organic and so very true.

"Yes you are," Peter started kissing down Wade's neck, grinding his dick against Wade's ass. Oh yeah, they needed to head to the bedroom. Peter smiled, though, against Wade's skin, at his whisper. He pulled back, turning Wade around with one hand. Wade said he'd dreamed about Peter manhandling him, using his strength to pin him, so he wasn't going to be shy about doing it. Not tonight, anyway. "I love you too, baby. I love you so, so much."

Peter kissed him again, cupping his cheek with one hand. "Let's take this to the bedroom."

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