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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 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."

That was something that would get better with time. Honestly, Wade would give him a passing grade of A++++++++. And hopefully when everything was said and done and Wade reassured him a million times over that Peter was amazing, it would start to sink in. Wade would always try to reassure Peter about how good he was in the bedroom. Honestly, they were just really, really good for each other.

Shit. That praise shot right through his dick, making it twitch. He was so fucking turned on. It felt so good. Even if he was frustrated by his need to come and his inability to do so right then. Wade whimpered into the kiss, immediately letting go of his lip and kissing his lover back with just as much passion. When he pulled away from the kiss, he did let loose. A flurry of curse words and then a long, loud moan punctuated with grunts each time Peter hit that spot inside him that made him see stars. "Fuck me, Master!" he begged, not holding back at all now. "Please! Ohfuckohfuck, please. I'm so fucking close. Master, please let me come!"

Maybe. Peter had a habit of worrying himself right into the ground. Not to mention his lack of experience, which definitely didn't help his worries about being good enough for Wade. Wade, who was a fucking god in bed. Seriously, Peter blushed just thinking about it.

Peter grinned, slowly letting go of Wade's balls when he started cursing, pounding into him as hard as he could. Wade was still kept pinned, by his hips and his shoulders. "Come, bunny. Come for me. Want to watch you mess all over your new panties, break them in right."

For someone that lacked experience, he was rocking it. Literally. Wade was always reduced to a mess thanks to Peter. None of the other people he was with made him come as hard as Peter had and he did it with such ease. Fuck. Wade was just so attracted to his boyfriend. His sweet, 'made for him' boyfriend that knew where to touch and what to say and when. He was so kind and loving and considerate with Wade and that was what Wade wanted more than anything.

Ohfuckohfuckoh--SHIT! Wade's head flew back in a silent scream, coming so hard his voice was robbed from him as his hands scrabbled at Peter's arms, desperate for something to hold on to. Spurt after spurt of hot, sticky come flooded the cute, pink panties until it was leaking out the sides and the top. He started to see black on the edge of his vision and he gripped Peter like he was a lifeline. Holy mother-fucking shit. Yup. Those panties were definitely ruined.

To be perfectly frank, he'd only had sex with Gwen a few times before her death. Each time had been wonderful, an expression of love and affection, but they'd been pretty cut and dry. Textbook, missionary rom-com style. Wade was...well, definitely different. Wade made him feel things Peter had never felt before, and did he feel guilty, comparing Wade to Gwen? Only sometimes, in the quiet of the night when Peter couldn't sleep, even with Wade's warm, sleeping form beside him.

Peter groaned loudly when Wade came, clenching so fucking tightly around his cock. His hips stuttered, before Peter picked up his pace, slamming into Wade over and over again, dead on his prostate. Wade's come overflowed the fabric, and Peter attached his lips to Wade's neck, licking and sucking fervently as he fucked him through his orgasm.

Oh, fuck. Peter was still going hard. Each thrust into his over-sensitive prostate was almost too much. His dick still twitched, not even going soft after he came. Holy shit this was ridiculous. How could there even be anything left to shoot out? He gasped, tilting neck toward Peter, practically begging for more. The black on the edge of his vision started to fade, but he still felt dizzy and completely fucked out. But man. He could go for more. He wanted it, even after such an exhausting orgasm. Peter thrusting into him just felt so fucking good.

"Master! Mah--Ahh! M-Master!" Wade moaned. "Please. Please. Ohhh. Fuck, please. Come in me. Fill me up." He was begging now in between his labored breaths.

"That's it, yeah. Going to come in you, little bunny, going to fuck my come so deep and keep it there with your cute little tail - " Peter hissed, biting down on Wade's neck, hips pistoning into his boyfriend now. He was so close, it wasn't going to take much more - a handful of thrusts, and Peter was coming, hands pressing Wade down even harder, making him take it.

"Wade - Wade fuck, yes - " Peter cried out, shuddering as he unloaded into Wade's ass.

"Yes, yes! Please!" Wade mutters over and over, the words barely getting out in between moans as Peter's dick keeps mercilessly slamming into his prostate. Fuck! His dick jerked when Peter bit down on him. The bit of pain heightening his pleasure that much more. And then Peter was coming into him, so hot and so fucking good. Wade's body seized up and he's coming again, mouth open but nothing coming out. His dick pulsed, barely any come shooting out because so much was unloaded before, but fuck does it still feel good. Even better because Peter's come is inside him and he wanted it so fucking bad.

Wade is absolutely exhausted and surprised he didn't black out completely.

Peter stuttered his way through his orgasm, barely able to hold himself up above Wade when his knees went a little weak. God, that was intense; and so much more intense for Wade, he was sure. Had Wade actually passed out, Peter...might have freaked a little. The research never said Wade blacking out was a possibility, and you know how Peter worries.

"Wade," Peter murmured, smiling against his neck. "Fuck, I love you. So pretty, baby, that was utterly amazing..."

Somehow those god damn bunny ears were still hanging on, but just barely. They were all askew on top of his head. Wade felt like he would never be able to move again. Even if his now tacky come was making him a little itchy. He was too well-fucked to give a shit. All he wanted was Peter's closeness.

"Mm," Wade said in reply, eyes closed blissfully. His hands smoothed up and down Peter's arms ever so slowly (because even his arms felt like jelly now). "I love you so much. You were... wow." He couldn't even put it into words. Holy. Shit.

Peter grinned when he saw them, reaching out to flick one with his hand. Wade was still absolutely adorable even after being fucked, and Peter was definitely going to get his after image. It'd be a hard one to forget.

"I was? You were, Wade, fucking christ in the booth - " Peter shivered, resting his cheek on Wade's shoulder as Wade rubbed up and down his arms. "And these panties, just look at you. Gorgeous."

Wade would definitely give Peter his photo. He would lay in whatever position Peter wanted him to. He was that content. Not even his own insecurities could touch him when he felt this good.

"I was just doing what you told me to, Master," he practically purred the word, grinning cheekily. And there his face was getting red again. He wasn't used to getting this much praise at much. It was almost too much for him. Wade never got like this, but Peter saw the raw version of himself. So that's what he got. "I found out tonight that you have... an amazingly filthy potty mouth. This is by far, my favorite discovery yet."

Oh, baby. Just wait till Peter got his prints back, Wade, he'd have your cute little ass plastered all over the apartment. Peter slid out of Wade carefully, inserting the plug to keep his come from spilling all over the place.

"And you did so well, bunny. Followed every instruction to a T." Peter laughed, reaching out to brush his thumb over Wade's blush. God, he was so cute, and he was all Peter's! Yes, yes Peter did. "Even better than that thing I do with my tongue that you like? Man."

The moment Peter slid out, he groaned, missing the warmth and the closeness. And then the plug was pushed into him, his hole clenching reflexively. Shit. There were still little shocks of pleasure, even though he was exhausted. The thought of Peter's come trapped inside of him turned him on more than he was willing to admit.

"I can be good. Sometimes," he smiled, moving his head so he could flick his tongue over Peter's thumb teasingly. Oh shit. Wade moaned, lewd images flashing before his eyes. "Oh god. Yes, but they're pretty close. You really... wow. Yeah. You know just what to do and say to make me lose it, baby boy." He reached up, hand on the back of Peter's neck so he could tug his lover down for a kiss. It was gentle and sweet, full of love and appreciation.

Wade's bunny tail looked obscenely cute, especially when his panties were ruined with a ridiculous amount of come. Seriously, how many loads had Wade shot? Peter smiled into the kiss, hand stroking lightly down Wade's cheek. God, he loved this man so much. Peter had to pull away, though, briefly, reaching for his camera. "Just - just real quick, babe. We're almost done. You've still got to clean up, haven't you?" Like Peter wasn't going to get pictures of Wade licking his cock clean, too. "Then I'm going to snuggle the shit out of you, Wade."

Wade basically came the entire contents of his body in one go. That's what it felt like at least. Wade laughed when he noticed Peter go for the camera. "I look that good, huh?" he waggled his bare eyebrows. All of Peter's praise was starting to go to his head. He didn't feel anxious when Peter went for the camera. There was still a little tug in his gut at the realization, but that was acceptable. Wade looked at Peter like he wanted to eat him alive when he mentioned clean up. Yeah. Wade was ready for that.

"Mm," Wade smiled blissfully. "Oh yeaaaaah. Bring on the snuggles, Petey Pie." What? Snuggles were his favorite.

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