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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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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.

Wade groaned at that, knowing that he was about to be tortured. But it was going to be delicious. He whimpered at the teasing, so happy to finally feel Peter's dick against him. "Oh, God -- ahh!" Oh, fuck. Peter holding him down so easily when he tried to squirm was so fucking hot. It felt so good, finally having his lover's dick inside him.

Wow. Wade couldn't move his hips at all now. He tried a little, but Peter had him pinned down good. He panted. "Yes. Oh, fuck. Yes, Master. Please," he moaned. Oh my fucking god. This was going to kill him. Every little bit of Peter's dick was hot and fucking perfect, but he wanted more. Wade moaned brokenly. "Yes, Master. I want you so bad. I want you to fuck me until I come into my panties."

"Master!" Wade immediately whined pathetically. He knew what Peter was doing. "Please, fuck me. I need it, Master. I'm so hard it hurts. Please, please." His eyes were squeezed tight, tears of frustration welling in them. Holy shit. Had he ever been this turned on before? He didn't quite know. Peter always upped the ante in the damn bedroom.

"Mm, that's exactly what I'm going to do. You're going to come all over yourself, you're going to ruin those panties. You won't be able to wear underwear for a week without remembering what I did to you tonight," Peter growled, pressing Wade's hips down into the mattress as he pushed into him.

"Do you think you could come without me touching you?" Peter asked, though he didn't know if he could resist touching Wade. He leaned down, kissing Wade's cheeks lightly. The begging was sufficient enough to get him to push all the way in, to the root, and then the real torture began - slow drags of his cock, inch by inch, in and out. There was no increase of speed, just a steady, slow-as-molasses pace.

"I think I could blow on your cock and you'd mess yourself." Peter threw back his head, lips parted on a groan. "God, you're so fucking tight. My little sex bunny. So cute and perfect, taking my cock like you were made for it baby."

His tie brushed Wade's chest as he leaned over him again, free hand moving to Wade's shoulder, pinning his torso down completely. He smiled, eyes tracing over the bunny ears, Wade's cute little nose, wrinkled with his eyes squeezed shut. He was desperate for it, and Peter was sure this was a night they'd remember for a while. He kissed Wade's nose, balls pressing against his ass lightly as he pushed all the way in again. They weren't even making any noise, that's how slow Peter was fucking him.

Wade whined at his lover's words. Oh fuck. It was true. He'd never look at panties the same again. And peter using his strength like that... fuck.

"Yes, Master. I know I could," he groaned. Wade was already so close. It wouldn't take much for him to come all over himself. The slow thrusts were delicious, but Wade was a mess from the torture.

"I was, Master," he said, trying to arch his body into Peter's but not getting far because of the hand pinning him down. Honestly, he probably would come if Peter did that. He was that turned on right now.

All of the touches and Peter's tenderness with him was almost too much. Wade moaned, reveling in the feel of Peter so close to him. He wanted more, but the slow pace was perfect.

Maybe this would be a new thing. Getting Wade panties. Peter could absolutely live with that trend.

"Yes you were. Made perfect for me. In and out of the bedroom." Peter meant that, the sincerity in his voice obvious. Wade was quickly becoming everything to Peter, and yeah, he was a little scared to admit it, but he was just so in love with his boyfriend, it hardly mattered.

Peter looked down, admiring the way Wade's cock was trapped in the panties, fit to burst. Maybe next time he'd get him something to truss up his cock. Crotchless panties so he could hang out, and a bow to tie around his shaft. Only the best for his bunny.

"If you want more you're going to have to ask for it," Peter teased, slowing down even more. "I won't stop until you're panting for it. Maybe I'll even make you come like this, untouched and getting fucked so slowly it makes the orgasm last forever."

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Well, Wade definitely wouldn't complain. He loved the way they felt and they way they made him feel when he wore them and he definitely loved the way Peter reacted to them. So he was down.

Wade melted a little at that. Peter was so perfect for him, it was ridiculous. There was no one better matched for him and Wade knew it, maybe from the beginning even. "Yes, Master," he said, making a little noise of happiness. He was just so in love with Peter.

"Master, please," Wade whined, hips trying to arch toward his lover but going nowhere. The whine turned into a pained groan at those words though. It was to the point that he knew he could definitely come if Peter kept this up. He was just so fucking worked up. The head of his dick was still nearly purple and painfully sensitive. Each shift in the undies was pure torture. He made eye contact with Peter, a shiver running through him at the intensity in his eyes. "I want you to fuck me until I come all over these panties. Please. Fuck me, Master. I want it. I need you."

They were like two halves of the same soul. Peter knew it, deep in his gut, that everything he'd ever been looking for - Wade was it. Wade was the person the universe had sent to him, no matter how crazy, or impossible it seemed sometimes. Now it was just up to Peter to hold on as tightly as he could.

"Hm, pretty little bunny." Peter cooed, spreading Wade's thighs a little wider with his hand, pressing him down harder into the mattress. He stared right back at Wade, sliding deep into his warmth, dick twitching at the thought of Wade coming inside the panties. "Could they even hold all of your come? Or would it leak everywhere, bunny?"

Wade felt the exact same as Peter and yeah, it fucking terrified him sometimes because Peter was so good and kind and he treated Wade better than anyone he had ever let past his walls before. So there was a part of him that felt like he didn't deserve Peter's kindness -- Peters heart. But he'd be damned if anybody would ever love Peter Parker more than Wade Wilson did.

"Yours." Oh, fuck. Wade moaned loud, desperately wanting Peter to fuck into him and fill Wade up with his come. "I'd leak everywhere, Master. I know I'm going to come so hard from this," he admitted, kind of embarrassed. It was surprising him that he hadn't come everywhere yet. All it would take was a few good, firm thrusts and Wade would be coming and coming...

"M-Master," his voice was constricted, full of barely-contained need. "Please, fuck me harder. Please."

Wade always seemed to feel inadequate and god, if only he could accept how amazing he truly was. Not that Peter was one to talk, but he wasn't nearly on the level Wade was on in terms of denial and acceptance issues. But Peter loved Wade for Wade, no matter how long it took.

"Mine," Peter agreed, humming at the mental image that gave him. "Such a mess, my sweet bunny." With the added effect of Peter being so clean cut, still fully dressed. It definitely made Wade's attire seem naughtier. Oh, Peter knew that was coming, and he reached down, cupping Wade's balls lightly. He'd have to earn the right to come, same with the right to harder thrusts.

"Since you begged so prettily, my cute bunny, I will." Peter leaned down to steal a searing kiss from Wade's lips. His hand tightened on Wade's sensitive balls - exhibiting that superhuman strength. He wasn't hurting him, but it would make it difficult for Wade to come without Peter letting go. He started moving faster, groaning at the sensation. Wade was so damn tight, it was unreal.

"I'll tell you what I'm going to do, my messy bunny. I'm going to come inside of you and plug you right back up with that cute tail. Then you're going to clean me, get all that spunk off my cock and maybe, if you're lucky, I'll be ready to give you another load." Have Wade clean Peter up with his mouth, while he sat in his own jizz-ruined panties? Peter was going for a good blush on that one.

Peter was helping him feel less inadequate. It was kind of hard to feel that way when your boyfriend was pounding you into the mattress and telling you how cute you were. Even Wade wasn't that deeply in denial. But yeah, he still had some deep seated issues that would only go away with time.

Wade moaned pitifully when Peter grabbed his balls. Fuck. Well, that stopped him from coming for sure. Peter was in complete control of the situation now. Wade would come when Peter wanted him too and not a moment sooner.

"Mast--mm," his words were cut off by Peter's kiss. Oh fuck it was worth the vice grip on his balls when Peter started to fuck him faster. Oh shit. Shit. His dick was so fucking sensitive right now, rubbing against the panties in just the right way each time Peter thrust into him. Every muscle in his body was painfully tense and Wade was fucking desperate to come.

Tears leaked from his eyes as Peter's dick kept rubbing against his over-sensitive prostate. If Peter let go of his balls right then, he'd be coming everywhere. Wade moaned, sounding like a wounded animal. He was that far gone. "Please, please," he begged over and over, wanting Peter to fill him up more than he wanted to come right then. He wanted it so fucking bad. Peter filling him up to the brim and then forcing that come to stay inside of him with that cute, little bunny tail. His moan turned high-pitched at the thought of lapping up Peter's come off of his beautiful cock, too. Oh shit did his boyfriend know just what Wade was into. It was insane.

Good thing Peter was in for the long haul, then, because he was. He'd stick by Wade no matter what.

This was about control, this was about trust, and Peter was exercising both right now. Wade was his to do with as he pleased up unless he safeworded, and Peter was trying not to second guess himself. Wade would safeword if he needed to, and knew that Peter would stop the second he did.

Peter started slamming into Wade, hard, skin on skin loud in the quiet of the bedroom. Peter rubbed his thumb over Wade's heavy sac, watching as his lover's dick bounced in the panties, ready to mess them the second Peter allowed it.

"Please what?" Peter demanded sweetly, slamming into Wade harder, using a little more than normal human force, too. He was going to fuck his come so far into Wade he'd be cleaning it out for days. "Say it, bunny. I want to hear you beg." He squeezed Wade's balls, a promise of what he could have if he managed to say the words.

Everything that Peter had done tonight was definitely okay with Wade. He liked letting Peter have control. He liked what Peter did to him and he definitely didn't plan on safewording at all. He just really, really wanted to come.

Wade was moaning loud now, every thrust hit his prostate and it was absolute torture because he was right fucking there. It was like he needed just the tiniest bit more and he'd be coming and coming. "Please," he sobbed again.

"Please," he repeated one more time. "P-please, Master." Wade yelped when Peter slammed into his prostate at just the right angle. Oh fuck. He was definitely going to come untouched. All he needed was Peter fucking him like this and he was good. "P-please! Please let me come, Master! I'm begging you, please! Let me come for you," his eyes were squeezed shut as his teeth sunk into his bottom lip. Anything to keep those desperate moans from pouring out of his mouth again.

Peter was just afraid of pushing too far, and he was trying not to be. Because if he did, Wade would stop him. Everything was going fine, but of course Peter worried that he'd mess it up.

"Oh good boy," Peter soothed, grunting a little as he continued his punishing pace, fucking into Wade. "But I see you're holding back, bunny. I want to hear it. Every moan, every plead. I want to know just how much you want to come." Peter kissed Wade, demanding that he let go of his lip so Peter could lick his way into his mouth. As soon as Wade let it all come loose, Peter would let him come. "You're so close, baby. Don't be embarrassed, just let me hear you."

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