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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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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."

The whimper came out whether he wanted it to or not. Peter's grinding forced the plug to wriggle in him more and that second level of pleasure was almost too much. Wade got a thrill when Peter flung him around. Fuck. That was hot. Those words were the icing on the cake though. He melted under Peter's gaze like ice cream out in the hot sun. He wanted to stay like that forever, feeling safe and warm with those eyes on him.

Wade pressed into the kiss, glad for the bit of affection. Oh yes, he was ready. "Okay, Master."

"You can moan now," Peter chuckled, sensing that Wade was holding back. "Your punishment's over, sweetheart. Although you still can't come yet. You've got some begging to do." Peter took Wade's hand, lacing their fingers together and tugging him into the bedroom with a warm smile.

"Lay down on the bed. Draw your knees up to your chest, show me your tail, bunny." Peter grinned, holding up his camera. He planned on getting a before and after image - Wade, exposing his tail, hard cock obscene in that underwear, adorable bunny ears on his head - and then that same image, fucked out and covered in his own come.

Wade was relieved to hear that, because he really didn't want to hold back anymore. Though he did whine at the mention of him not being able to come yet. His dick was still bursting out of the underwear, painfully neglected. Wade followed.

"Of course, Master," he said as he did exactly that. He laid down for Peter, drawing his knees up, hard cock barely contained in his cute pink undies. "Is this okay?" he asked, a little nervous but also really enjoying being so exposed in front of Peter.

Peter promised something very particular, and he planned on delivering. He was nothing if not a man of his word.

"That's divine." Peter praised gently, snapping a few pictures before he crouched, getting one of a long focus over the tail and Wade's trapped cock. "God, you're so sexy, baby. I could look at you forever." He took the camera off his head, setting it on the bedside table. "And now I can."

"Now, bunny, if you want my cock, you're going to have to ask for it. Real pretty, too." Peter stood at the foot of the bed, crossing his arms. Staring down at Wade, still holding up his legs to show off his plugged up hole, ready to just slide Peter's cock right in.

Shit. Peter was right. He could look at Wade forever now. There would always be that photo of this moment. It made him so happy that Peter was that attracted to him.

Fuck. Peter wanted him to beg for it, huh? Wade looked up at him earnestly, wanting him to see just how much of a mess he's become tonight and how badly he wants Peter. "Please, Master. I need you inside me so fucking bad. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you fucking me for weeks and now that you're hear, I need it. I need your cock so bad," Wade said, spreading his legs further and rocking his hips upward toward Peter. "Oh, fuck. Master. Please, please, please fuck me."

Peter could see the raw need in Wade's eyes, let alone his poor dick. Peter had teased him mercilessly tonight, but he knew Wade was loving it. "That's a good start. I suppose I'll unzip my fly." Peter reached down, ever so slowly unzipping his pants. "But you're going to have to beg better than that to get my cock out, bunny."

Wade loved every fucking second of it. Oh, shit. Peter was so fucking hot. Wade wanted to yank those pants right off. He was starting to get desperate now that Peter's dick was so freaking close to him. Yet so far. "Oh, fuck. Master. Please. I want your dick so fucking bad. That's all I could think of when I first put that plug in for you. It made me think of how good it feels when you fuck me and how much I want it. Master," Wade practically sobbed, his dick was so sensitive and painful. He just wanted Peter to touch him and to fuck him so bad. "Please, Master. I need you. Please," he begged. "I need your cock to fuck me until I come for you. Please make me come, Master."

"Good little bunny," Peter purred, slowly easing his cock out of his boxers. He planned on fucking Wade first with his suit still mostly on, sleeves rolled up and tie loosened, while Wade made a mess out of his panties. It added a little something to the power dynamic, he thought.

Peter stroked himself slowly, teasing himself because he had no trouble staying hard for Wade, especially looking at the sight in front of him. "I think I'll give you my tip. How long do you think it would be before you couldn't take it anymore? How long could you stand just my head, in your hungry little bunny hole?"

Peter gripped the base of the plug, ever so slowly easing out the tail. He promised Wade an achingly slow fuck, and that was exactly what he was going to get until Peter decided he'd been good enough for the real deal.

Oh jesus christ. That was definitely going to kill Wade. Peter with the suit still on that he looked so sexy in. It was amazing.

Wade whined loudly, hips rocking into the air toward Peter. Even if it was just Peter's tip, he fucking wanted it. Desperately. "Yes, please, Master," Wade whimpered, "I don't know how long it'd be, but I want you so bad, Master, please. I'll take whatever you give me, I just need you." Wade begged, his words strung together messily.

Shit. Wade threw his head back when Peter slowly eased the plug out. His hole tried to keep it in, gripping around the plug tightly, but it was to no avail. He moaned pitifully, chanting, "Master, master." Over and over.

God, Wade was fucking gorgeous. Peter set the plug aside, within easy reach, and positioned himself at Wade's hole, head of his cock teasing the pink, squeezing muscle. "I'm going to go so slowly, bunny, and there's nothing you can do about it." Peter grinned, pushing the head of his cock into Wade, one hand reaching out to pin down his hips. He didn't try to curb the power, the strength he so rarely used on Wade. Peter was always very careful, even if Wade wasn't nearly as breakable as a regular person, but not tonight.

Now he was exerting that strength, stilling Wade's hips with barely any effort. "So very slowly, bunny. Isn't this what you wanted?" He started to push in, one half inch at a time. A hiss escaped him, because fuck Wade was tight. "I bet it's torture, huh? You just want to be pounded, for me to let you mess your new panties."

Peter stopped halfway, forcing himself to hold there. Wade was going to have to keep begging if he wanted more.

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