wade x peter : only you

30; sir

SMUT WARNING

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Wade had called them a cab, and it was said to be there in around 10 minutes. The lovebirds were standing outside the airport, waiting for it to arrive. The brunette's hand was gently rubbing the merc's back. He carefully let it slide down to his ass, a cheeky grin on his face while he did so.

"What're you trying to do there, hm?"

Peter let out a soft breath, before leaning in and planting a kiss on Wade's cheek. He didn't stop there though, the kisses trailed down to his jawline, and then back up until the brunette was at his ear.

"I want you." He whispered.

It was true. He wanted Wade. In fact he craved the man's touch so badly. To feel his hands roam over his body. To touch him. To feel him inside of his body. God, he wanted this so bad.

"Want me for what?" Wade asked, clearly teasing him.

"I want you to fuck me tonight."

A shiver ran down the merc's spine, his senses being clouded by the thought of Peter.

"That so?"

"Yeah. I want you to bend me over and fuck me relentlessly, until I'm screaming and crying, and you're satisfied. Because I take care of you sir, don't I?"

Wade took a sharp breath in, trying to control the blood rushing towards his dick, because the cab had just arrived in front of them.

It was a very silent cab ride home, not that anything had to be said though, their hands spoke for itself. Wade's hand was down the brunettes jeans, having a firm grip on his boxer covered ass.

The rest of their interactions were quite wholesome, the occasional kiss on the cheek leading into a gentle one on the lips. Most of them were followed by soft 'i love you's' and 'i missed you's'.

The couple finally arrived back at Wade's appartement, barely able to keep their hands off of each other as they entered the building. As soon as the elevator doors closed the Merc was all over him. The short ride up to his floor quickly turned into a steamy make out session.
Peter let out a gasp as Wade's lips latched onto his neck, leaving a bruise here and there.

The elevator doors opened with a ding sound, and the Canadian effortlessly picked up his boyfriend who instinctively wrapped his legs around his waist. He fumbled with the keys, Peter leaving a trail of kisses down his neck in the meantime.

Finally, the teenager got the door open, and the smell of pasta sauce filled the hallway. Suddenly the spider remembered he'd made pasta- he completely forgot.

"What's that smell?"

"I made pasta. For our dinner."

"Well you're just an angel, aren't you?" Wade hummed, gently putting him down.

"We can uhm, we can eat after?" Peter said, desperate to not stop now.

"I'm terribly sorry baby, but what I have planned is gonna take all night."

"Oh."

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After a delicious spaghetti for dinner they both quickly freshened up, before their lips were connected again.

The arachnid softly pushed Wade down onto the leather couch. Peter crawled on top of his boyfriend, one of his legs on either side of Wade's hips. His hands were gently gliding over the merc's waist, as he leaned down and started planting kisses on the Wade's neck. The soft pecks quickly turned into sloppy kisses that grew wild into bites. Peter felt Wade's dick start pushing against his ass, and he internally glowed at the thought that he did that.