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Peter had never gotten high before. He wasn’t sure what it would do for him- he couldn’t really predict how his mutation would warp the usual effects. He was always nervous about putting anything in his body, scared of having an adverse reaction or a bad sensory experience.
He sat now, in his apartment, with Wade across from him. Wade sometimes smoked around him, always offering Peter some. He had always declined- to this day, Wade had only seen him drunk once and he was still trying to forget even that. Today, however, had been particularly harrowing.
Peter had been on edge since he woke up. Something was buzzing in his apartment and he’d looked and looked and couldn’t find it for the life of him. He’d fiddled with upgrading his web shooters but the cars and people outside his apartment persisted past closed windows, doors, and noise-cancelling headphones. Patrolling had been difficult person after ungrateful person after angry person. Peter didn't do it for the thank-you’s but it was at least nice when people weren’t actively mad at him all day.
He’d met up with Wade in the afternoon, and Wade had picked up on his mood immediately. Not that Wade had been any less Deadpool, but Peter could tell. He pulled his verbal punches in a certain way that let Peter know he was being soft. He thought it was sweet. Post-patrol they were hanging out and Peter's apartment and Wade was smoking.
They were sitting on the floor- Peter criss-cross apple sauce in his T-shirt and PJ pants, Wade leaning back on his arm in a tank top and pink booty shorts, blunt in the other hand. They had juice and chips and candy strewn about around them. Peter was fidgeting with his web shooters again but only succeeded in getting frustrated again.
“UGH,” He groaned, setting his web shooter down in exasperation. He ran a hand through his hair, looking over at Wade. The alpha chuckled, taking a long draw at the blunt in his hand. He held it for a moment, then slowly blew out the smoke.
Oh yeah, that was the other thing about smoking, particularly Wade smoking- Peter found it incredibly attractive.
Peter had no idea if Wade knew it. Sometimes they were outdoors, and Peter figured the wind blew the smell of him away. When indoors, the overwhelming smell of weed drowned him out, at least he hoped it did. He was enthralled watching Wade's lips close around the end, and pull. The man tipped his head back, and let the smoke drift slowly out his open mouth. When he tipped his head back down, he quirked a bald eyebrow at Peter. He looked away, hoping he wasn’t blushing but knowing he was. God, why was it hot? Maybe it was just the idea of Wade's mouth. Something about the smoke itself was attractive though, he liked to watch it drift away and dissipate into the air.
He held out a hand to Wade, a silent and impulsive invitation. Wade raised his eyebrows in surprise but handed Peter the blunt.
Peter held it for a moment, shooting Wade an unsure look.
“Pull it into your lungs,” He offered at Peter’s confusion, “don’t pull too long, it’s your first time Petey”
He nodded, tentatively putting his lips around the end. He sucked inward, hoping he was doing it right. It felt like he was breathing it in deep enough, but he wasn’t sure what it was meant to feel like. Then he remembered he needed to stop, so he did. He knew Wade usually held it for a moment, but he was overcome with a need to cough.
“Oh- Jesus CHRIST-” He doubled over, desperately handing the blunt back to Wade, “FUCK!” His throat was burning from the inside, an odd woodfire heat he’d never felt before. Even as he coughed, it didn’t dislodge anything or resolve the dusty feeling. He grabbed the juice to his left, chugging it, but the juice also didn’t change anything. He met Wade's twinkling eyes with his own teary ones and found himself laughing.
“Don’t worry,” Wade said, taking another drag, “you’ll get the hang of it buttercup,” He popped the P at the end, smoke wandering out of his mouth as he did. He looked directly into Peter’s wide eyes, and the younger man was at a loss for words. They continued to pass the blunt back and forth, Peter smoking less of it than Wade.
“I don’t know if I feel it,” He said after his third turn, handing it back to Wade, “But I also don’t know what it feels like so how would I know?”
“You’ll know,” Wade said, readjusting to lie on his stomach
“Fine, be mysterious,” Peter said, moving to lean his back on the couch. As he sat, he slowly began to feel like his bones were weird. Was he usually able to feel his bones? He didn’t think so. It felt like there was static running along- or no it felt like- it felt like his bones were made of static. How odd. Was it uncomfortable? Maybe it was? Fuck, was it? No, it was fine. He just needed to lay down.
“Yeah that’s a good idea,” Wade said, motioning for Peter to lay his head next to his
“What?” Peter said. Wait, did he say that stuff out loud?
“Yes, you did say that stuff out loud. You said that out loud too,” Wade responded, motioning again for Peter to lie down. “You should lay down, I do think it’ll help baby boy”
Peter laid down, his head next to Wade so when he turned it to the side he was looking at Wade upside down. Fuckkkkkk his spine felt super wierd. No matter how he positioned himself it was like he couldn’t stop thinking about it.
“Hey, hey hey,” Wade said, getting up and laying next to Peter with his head propped up on one arm so he was looking down from above the younger man, “You’re good. You’re okay. You’ve got some weird body feelings but it’ll pass I promise”
God, everything felt super weird. He had a skeleton, he felt really sure of that, mostly because he was aware of all 206 bones at once. Would this pass? Would it? When? This was being high, he thought to himself, right? He was definitely high. He had to be. Maybe he wasn’t though, maybe he’d always felt this way. He felt like maybe he was breathing too fast, but probably it was fine. It was fine. He was okay. Wade said so, right? Wade was- oh, Wade was saying something-
“- okay?”
“What?” Peter said, refocusing his eyes on Wade's face, inches from his. When did Wade get so close? He took in a deep breath, and Wade's smell flooded his nose alongside the weed. He smelled like licorice and campfire, something smokey and spiced.
“I said I’m going to touch your hair, okay? It’ll give you something else to focus on.”
“Okay,” Peter said, moving to stand up.
Wade made a confused sound that Peter ignored. Wade always played with his hair on the couch, so obviously they should go there now. Wade should know this, Peter thought. Wade eventually caught on and eagerly hopped onto the couch. He initially sat where he usually did, but Peter wordlessly grabbed at Wade's legs and swung them up onto the couch so his whole body was on the soft cushions.
Once satisfied with Wade's position, he climbed onto the couch. He tucked himself half on Wade, half on what was left of the couch. His chest was to Wade's chest, one arm tucked under him and the other on the other half of Wade's chest. His legs tangled around Wade's.
He’d already forgotten about his previous high panic, but if there was any lingering doubt it was washed away completely when Wade's hand found his hair.
It always felt like heaven but something about the weed made everything more. Jesus Christ, that felt amazing. He felt Wade's chest hitch as he chuckled- had he said that last thing out loud? Whoops. Wade's hand was in his hair, then trailing down the back of his neck. Peter absolutely melted, every muscle in his body felt like warm maple syrup. He just laid on Wade, feeling like he was floating around untethered from his body. Wade's hand trailed down his back, tracing small circles and patterns.
Wade’s smell was so thick in his throat that he swore it was a solid. His head was near Wade’s neck, and without thinking he tiled his head up to breathe him in more. He felt and heard Wade's chest rumble, but didn’t think much of it. He brought his free hand up to touch Wade’s collarbone through his shirt as he decided to settle his head in its upward-tilted position. Peter was vaguely aware he let out a satisfied noise, but he also didn’t care about that. It was funny, actually, the amount of things he didn't care about right now. He felt like maybe he usually cared about a lot of things a lot more. His thin fingers trailed back and forth on the collar of Wade's shirt, feeling the texture of the fabric.
Wade’s hand continued to trace around his back. He wanted to take his shirt off and feel Wade's hand on his skin, but he didn’t. Peter felt vaguely aware of a slow heat in him, one he didn’t feel rushed to indulge. It was a small flame within him, nothing more than a tea candle in his belly. The sparkling warmth spread through all his limbs, and for what felt like an eternity his simply spent all his energy reveling in the sensation.
He refocused his eyes on Wade's shoulder, surprised that he had zoned out in the first place. He nuzzled his cheek into the strong chest it was lying on. Wade was attractive, his brain supplied for the first time with no hesitations or stuttering.
Then Peter had a wonderful idea.
***
Wade had watched, incredibly pleased, as Peter practically drooled over the sight of him smoking. He didn’t know if Peter thought he was being subtle, but he absolutely was not. He hadn’t been since the start! That first time he’d smoked around Peter, that first puff of smoke out his mouth…lord almighty he would’ve sworn he saw Peter's eyes literally leap out of their sockets. He’d greatly enjoyed slowly blowing smoke around, watching Peter's eyes follow it and then flicker back to his lips. It was absolutely delightful. Delectable. Delicious.
Focus, Wade. He knew he could be a little flighty, but especially when he was high. Generally though, he was a pretty chill person after some weed. He still constantly streamed his thoughts out loud, but it was more of a meandering ramble than a rushing waterfall. Everything was funny- another thing that was always true- but to be plain, he got giggly.
He was very interested to see what Peter would be like high, and he’d not been disappointed yet.
Peter had started to freak out a little, but Wade had soothed him. He’d soothed Peter A LOT, actually, perhaps too much. He loved to run his hands through Peter's hair, it was a guilty pleasure, and tonight he’d dared to touch the younger man's back as well. Peter was purring like a cat, stretched out alongside him, clinging to him like an oyster to an ocean rock.
Wade was completely overwhelmed, and THEN Peter had unabashedly started scenting him. Fuckkkkkkk. He could feel Peter's breath on his neck, and he didn’t think Peter was even aware his mouth was open. Peter's small hand was trailing back and forth around his chest, absentmindedly, and Wade would be lying if he said it wasn’t hot.
Peter, for his own part, smelled incredible to Wade.
Wade turned his head to rest his chin on Peter's head, burying his nose in Peter's hair. He took a deep breath in, forcing himself to breathe through his nose. The back of his brain registered that they were both just…. lying together scenting each other which was insane, but the thought was gone as quickly as it arrived. Peter smelled so fucking good. He was always so sweet and fresh smelling, like dewed flower petals mixed with warm baked cinnamon rolls. He closed his eyes and just focused on breathing in and out, enjoying the feeling of Peter touching him.
Peter's hand trailed down his chest, and he felt Peter find the hem of his shirt. He opened his eyes, peering down at the top of Peter’s messy head of hair. Peter slipped his fingers under the edge. Wade held his breath. Peter let out a soft little hum near Wade's ear as he ran his fingers up the bumpy skin of Wade's chest.
Good.
Lord.
He felt Peter explore every dip and peak of his terrible skin, the tips of his fingers brushing lightly over every textured inch of his stomach. It felt like little sparklers, a trail of golden light fizzing wherever Peter touched him. Peter mumbled something Wade tried to make out, but Peter seemed too far gone to speak clearly. He muttered something again, this time more coherently, and Wade immediately froze.
“You smell…soooooo fucking good…” Peter sang softly into Wade's neck
Fuck, he was hard. I should fix that, he thought to himself. Somehow. Think about something not sexy like… damn why did he have to find everything dirty? Really unhelpful in times like this. It didn’t even matter, he was sure he smelled undeniably turned on and Peter was still huffing him like he was paint.
It was a lost cause. Who cared anyway? Like it wasn’t obvious at this point. The two of them were practically dating, Wade was just waiting for Peter to feel comfortable acknowledging it. Wade hadn’t fucked, much less thought about anyone else in at least a year. Wade could feel the fuzziness of his high fading- curse his quick metabolism, but he didn’t dare move to light up anything else. He didn’t want to disturb Peter and break the spell.
Peter's hand continued to trail around Wade's side, and Wade remembered he had been returning the favor. He moved his hand again, drawing a line up Peter's spine. He dusted his fingers along the side of Peter's neck and felt the Omega shiver. If Peter's smell hadn’t given away his arousal, the muffled moan he let out surely would have. He shied away, returning his hand to Peter's back.
The man below him let out a disgruntled noise.
“What, Baby boy?” He whispered
“Ha,” Peter giggled, “I like…I like it when you call me that”
Wade didn’t know what to say to that, he just clicked his jaw shut. Damn. well, that was fucking cute. With a cherry on top.
“Why’d you stop?” Peter mumbled
“What?” Wade choked out
“My neck, you-” Peter buried his head in Wade's shoulder so his neck was more available, “it felt so nice, and then you stopped,”
“Oh.” Wade faltered, his hand stopping his movement. “Sorry, you…want me to?”
“Mmhmm,” Peter said, moving his hand from Wade's side up farther on his chest. Peter was going to be the death of him, he was sure. Actually, he probably already had been! He had somehow managed to die, and this was both hell and heaven. Somehow both. Always both.
He moved his hand back to Peter's neck, tracing around the side of it. Peter let out a little “Hah-” of breath, clenching his hand into a fist under Wade’s shirt. Wade didn’t know what it felt like but he could imagine, maybe, what an Omega felt like being touched like this. Blessed with Peter's explicit permission for the first time, he dared to linger on the back of Peter's neck. He applied the lightest of pressure, willing his fingers to possess feather-like qualities that they absolutely did not, and even so Peter twitched beneath him, taking in a sharp breath which fluttered back out slowly.
He didn’t pull away, so Wade continued. He brushed the pad of his thumb over the gland there, and it became impossible to deny the hardness he felt against this thigh that was not his own.
***
Peter was…god, what was he? He honestly wasn’t even sure he could put it into words. He was painfully turned on. Wade was touching him and touching him and he was touching his neck, of all the fucking places, and Peter really didn’t want him to stop. Wait, he’d asked hadn’t he? For Wade to touch him? Whatever. The thing that mattered most was how amazing this moment was. He didn’t even need Wade to do much more, he just didn’t want THIS to be over.
It was like lighting, having Wade’s fingers there. It was torturous, how lightly Wade was grazing him. It was wonderful but he also knew actual pressure would feel incredible too. Was he shaking? He thought maybe he was, just a little. I am very happy here, he thought.
“Me too,” Wade said in a gravely voice
Fuck! He’d said that out loud without realizing it, hadn't he? That was the third time tonight. That he was aware of, at least.
Wade applied a little more pressure, and Peter stiffed a noise that threatened to leave him. Fuck he actually needed to leave or something, this was getting out of hand. Did he need to leave? Maybe he did. Maybe not? God it was hard to think.
-and then he was alone on the couch. Where had Wade gone?
“I’m right over here sweetheart,” Wade's voice came from somewhere to the left of him
“Why did you…leave?” He asked into the couch, not bothering to sit up or even roll over. The energy that would take was exponentially more than he currently possessed.
“I needed a good ol’ refresher baby boy, don’t you worry your pretty little head about it,” He heard Wade's heavy steps come nearer, “And I’m already back! As if I’d ever be able to leave you alone for long.”
“Okay,” He mumbled back. For some reason the floor sounded amazing right now, and that was where Wade was anyway, so Peter rolled his body over to flop onto the floor. Wade let out a surprised huff before laughing to himself and joining Peter there. Peter lay like a board, flat on his back with his arms at his sides. He gazed unfocused at the popcorn ceiling.
Wade laid down parallel to him, but on his side. It was very similar to how they’d been laying before, with Wade propped up on one arm leaning over Peter a bit. In Wade's hand was a new blunt, and he’d already begun to make quick work of it.
Peter reached for it, his hand sorta going where he meant it to but not really, and Wade pulled away.
“Gimmie,” He frowned, reaching again, “Please?”
“You’ve had enough already, this one’s for me,” Wade explained, taking another drag, “Because I have a tolerance and you don’t. Clearly.”
His hand fumbled, finding purchase around Wade's thick wrist. He leaned up, holding Wade's wrist in place so he could take a pull himself. He took in a long breath, feeling the hot air funnel down into his lungs. He was vaguely aware of Wade chastizing him before he was leaned down to his side, hacking and coughing again.
***
He’d tilted his head back to blow out a puff of smoke, and that was (apparently) all the time Peter needed to grab his wrist and take another hit. Wade had looked back down in confusion to see Peter's beautiful lips closing around the end of the blunt, with Wade still holding it between his own two fingers. The younger man proceeded to take his longest pull yet, despite Wade’s anxious protest of “No, no no Baby- you don’t want that much, I swear-” and his attempts to gently pull it from Peter's mouth. Those big doe eyes lazily held his the whole time, and quieted any real protest he had. Wade had never wished he were a cigarette holder before, but today was as good a day as any to start.
He watched as Peter struggled with the burn he’d surely brought to his lungs, before he settled once again in the same position he’d been in before- back to the floor and hands at his sides.
Wade sighed, smoking more himself while keeping an eye on Peter. He saw the man's eyes glaze even more, somehow, as he really started to ramble his thoughts out loud. Wade listened quietly.
Most of it was gibberish at first, it seemed like Peter was finding shapes in the texture of the ceiling. He rambled about how he was feeling in his body, some of it seemed to bother him and some of it didn’t. At some point he said something about Wade smelling ‘delicious’ and Wade filed that one away for later as best he could. Wade listened to it all, scenting Peter between pulls. He smelled, for the most part, at peace. Still aroused though, too.
As he felt his high return to a comfortable place, he ditched the end of the blunt in exchange for tracing patterns on Peter's arm laying closest to him. The second his fingers touched Peter's skin, it was like Peter locked in on the feeling.
“That’s like- that’s so nice I mean- Wade it’s- I mean- That feels- it feels like- like- Jesus, Wade do you- I mean I do but- That’s so nice, please d- it’s really nice please, Wade, I really-”
Wade chuckled, lying down fully on his side with his elbow bent and tucked under his head. Peter turned his head to the side as he shifted, so they were almost nose to nose.
“I really like you,” Peter said softly, and Wade’s heart stopped beating.
Just kidding! But it might as well have. He looked at Peter, this beautiful blushing mess of golden curls lying across from him, and tried to understand. Liked HIM? That seemed ridiculous. Wade had been enjoying the tolerance, and even close friendship he had with Peter, but LIKING? as in CRUSHING? He had never once really considered that Peter liked him back in that way. Never in a bazillion quadrillion years.
“I really like you Wade- and I- I have for a while- well and- and- I think you’re really cool and nice and funny and I just- you’re really funny, Wade, you’re so- and you’re pretty, did you know that? I think you’re pretty-” Peter continued this monologue, oblivious to Wade’s internal struggle.
“Peter,” Wade said, attempting to interrupt the stream of consciousness.
“But it’s- I mean why would you, of- of all people, you know- I mean it’s you and it’s me, you know? It’s YOU and then it's ME-” Peter trailed off, looking away from Wade's face and then back again, “But it’s fine you know- I mean I just- I just- I’m just here for as long as-”
“Peter,” He tried again, putting more force behind his tone
“I feel- I mean you know how I- for you, I mean- hmm?- uh- what? Huh?” Peter was looking between Wade's eyes, from one to the other and back again, dazed.
“Peter,” Wade said again, softly, “Can I…touch you?”
“You are!” Peter exclaimed softly, seeming excited about this fact.
“I am? Oh- right- I mean, could I touch you-” He hesitated. Hanging onto a thought felt like trying to catch a wet fish with one’s bare hands, “-like, somewhere else?” hmm. Well, that was better than not finishing the sentence, he figured, even if it WAS vague as all hell.
Peter looked deep into his eyes and sighed “You can touch me anywhere, Wade.”
Well, okay then. “Okay,” He said out loud, remembering that speaking audibly was an important thing to do. His hand paused on Peter's arm, and his brain worked so hard to figure out what to do next.
Like the gentleman he was, Wade had been ignoring the bulge in Peter's pants which had been persistent since the beginning of this whole ordeal. Jumping right to that seemed like…not the move. He settled for reaching towards Peter's neck again. Even though they’d just done this however long again- 15, 30 minutes ago?- it felt much more intimate now that their faces were so close.
Peter held his eye contact as Wade ran a thumb down the side of his neck. An airy sound escaped him, and his eyelashes fluttered just a fraction. Wade was overcome with the urge to kiss, kiss, kiss, kisskisskiss- he cupped the back of Peter's neck, leaving his thumb tracing a path from the front to the side in a lazy sweeping fashion.
“Wade-” Peter’s voice was so high, sweet and airy, “Wade that feels so-”
His middle and ring finger pressured in along the sensitive spot in the middle, the gland on the back of Peter's neck. Peter whined, bowing away from the stimulation and towards Wade.
“Fuck, Wade, it’s really- uh- I'm- sensitive-” His fingers followed Peter's neck greedily, closing the distance between them, “-it’s -fuck, oh my god- please-pleaseplease”
“Peter, could- could I-” “-yes” “-no, you have to let me fin-” “Wade, please- I can't-”
Wade reached his arm around Peter to pull him close to his chest. Peter was floppy and uncoordinated, but nestled himself in Wade's hold easily. His pleading continued, a desperate string of desires and wants spilling forth. Wade wanted his mouth on the man beneath him, so he leaned his head down to reach Peter's jaw. It was an awkward angle, but he didn’t particularly care.
At the first scrape of teeth along soft skin, Peter clung to him. His small fists grabbed at Wade's shirt, and his legs wrapped around Wade's. He kissed down the side of his neck slowly, and felt Peters hips twist near his own. He absentmindedly positioned his thigh between Peter's legs in an optimal way, just in case Peter happened to want it there for some reason.
He massaged the gland with those two fingers, and Peter sounded like he was choking.
“Oh god- Wade, can I- Can I- uh- Please?” he squeaked out, twitching beneath Wade.
“I’m not really sure what you’re asking, but I'm sure it’s a yes, Baby boy” He answered, pulling back briefly to look at Peter. The blush was beautiful, and so was the flustered look on his face. He giggled a little to himself- how ridiculous was this? That he should get to have even the smallest sliver of a pie as sweet as this?
He felt a tentative shift of Peter's hips, followed by a more intentional grind against his thigh.
“Oh, yeah, THAT” He groaned affirmatively, moving with purpose to grab Peter and shift the two of them. He maneuvered Peter's smaller body on top of his, basically sitting forward on his thigh. A confused noise left Peter's mouth before he braced his hands on the floor on either side of Wade's head, orienting himself. Wade placed his own hands on Peter's hips, encouraging Peter to roll his hips.
Peter ground down a little, clearly hesitant.
“You don’t gotta be shy for me, Baby,” He murmured, licking his lips. He watched as Peter’s eyes glued themselves to his tongue.
“I- uh- Okay,” Peter said, sounding small. He hesitated for a moment before leaning down, pressing his chest closer to Wades.
Wade froze, waiting. It was incredibly hard, feeling Peter's hardness against his leg, his breath as he drew nearer to Wade's mouth, and his stomach as he dipped low enough for them to touch.
Peter placed the world's softest, most gentle and tender kiss to Wade's mouth. Wade reciprocated with something sloppy and slow, drawn out by the high. Peter groaned into this mouth, his hips giving in to a generous grind as they kissed.
His hands trailed around every inch of skin they could find, from Peter's neck to his back and down to his ass. Peter was a mess, sweating and panting and unable to hold himself up. It was likely the weed making his body feel odd, but a small part of Wade hoped that some of the effect was from himself.
He let himself float in feeling fuzzy around the edges, enveloped by the small sounds coming from Peter and the wonderful feeling of the man's body on top of him. His own erection was mostly ignored, aside from the occasional accidental friction from Peter's separate endeavor, but he felt unbothered by it. He was more concerned with making his Petey feel as good as possible.
***
Peter had never cum while high, obviously, but it didn’t feel how he had figured it would. Everything felt intense, but slow. It was like lava, white-hot moving through him at a snail's pace. He grabbed at Wade hard with his nails, feeling like he couldn’t handle the feeling. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
“Yea?” Wade said, sounding breathless beneath him.
Hmm. guess he must have said that out loud. He made some vague noise back, as he dropped his head. What had been an initial embarrassment at grinding on his best friend's thigh had given away quickly to one of the most intense experiences he’d ever had- helped along by registering how hard Wade was himself. Wade felt massive, but Peter didn’t think about it for long. The friction between his legs was too much but he couldn’t stop.
His whole body felt like it was more connected than it had ever been before, like each of his veins was a powerline carrying an immense amount of power. He felt frantic but the feeling remained internal, because he was sure in reality he was moving so slowly. It didn’t seem to translate.
Wade’s hands were everywhere at once. They were caressing his hair, dragging down his back, gripping his hip bones, and squeezing his ass. There’s ten of Wade, he thought to himself, There’s ten of him and they’re all touching me right now. His touch lingered even when his hands had moved on, leaving behind a sparkling ghost trail. If these touches were all a slow, orange honey enveloping him then each time Wade touched the back of his neck was a white-hot electricity. It shot right through him, hitching a bumpy ride on his exhale and rattling his inhale to the core.
When his orgasm actually hit, it wasn’t like he was used to. It sort of…tipped over and poured out. It wasn’t a quick crash as was familiar, it strolled down the sidewalk to fruition. It was drawn out, and he almost didn't recognize that he was cumming till he was halfway through it.
It felt absolutely, undeniably, incredible.
He sat on top of Wade, just breathing after. Wade seemed somehow as dazed as he felt, blinking up at Peter with wide and aroused eyes. He pressed down, using fingers Peter had forgotten were on his neck, abusing his gland. He yelped. His thighs clenched around Wade’s large one at the feeling, bordering on painful post orgasm.
Wade chuckled a little, and moved his hand down to Peters hip. He tugged Peter down, so he was lying across Wade's large chest for the second time that night. Carding his hand through Peter's hair till he slept, Peter was warm and satisfied.