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Sundays were slow days. Days Peter and Wade can wake up slowly, battered bodies eagerly taking in the extra hours of blessedly sleep, the sun usually high in the sky by the time they eventually roll out of bed. Wade loves to cook his special pancakes on Sundays, Canadian syrup and fresh strawberries (Peter’s favorite) to go along. They’ll take the time to tidy their apartment, their busy lifestyle making it difficult to keep up with it throughout the week. But that’s what slow Sundays are for; to work out dried blood in spandex and leather, to work through hampers of clothing and to load the dishwasher before they have to resort to using chopsticks they have in the junk drawer from that takeout place they frequent. Sometimes they’ll work on their own things. Peter likes to take the time to tinker at his desk, to work on ideas he has for Spidey gadgets or to fix ones that may have broken. Wade usually takes the time to maintain his weapons. To polish Bae and Arthur and to take apart his guns and meticulously clean and oil every crevice until they cock (heh) with smooth ease. They’ll usually end Sundays curled together on their lumpy but surprisingly comfortable couch, either catching up on the show they promise to only watch together or with controllers in hand.
It’s one of those slow Sundays, the sun just starting to trickle in through their window casting a gentle beam across the foot of their bed. Peter squirms, softly groaning as he unwillingly enters the waking world, eyelids fluttering open. There’s a heavy weight across his waist, a thick arm holding him against a broad chest, gentle puffs of air tickling the back of his neck. Peter hums sleepily, sliding his hand over the sleep warm forearm across his waist, placing his hand on top of a scarred one to pull it closer, hugging it across his chest. The presence behind him stirs, a sleepy murmur as Wade pulls Peter impossibly closer almost instinctively. There’s a nuzzle against the back of Peter’s neck, a barely there kiss indicating that Wade too is awake.
No words are said just yet, just a steady presence as they take the moment to soak each other in. Peter starts to run his fingers lightly up and down bumpy skin, their legs shifting to slot together. Wade nuzzles that sensitive spot just behind his ear causing Peter to shiver, and finally the silence is broken by a soft rumbling sound of contentment in Wade’s chest. He takes a deep breath as if to breathe in the scent of his lover, his large palm laying flat over Peter’s chest to feel his heartbeat. Peter turns his head the best he can towards Wade, finally choosing the moment to speak up.
“Good morning,” he murmurs, voice still hoarse with sleep. Wade hums in return, palm sliding down to Peter’s belly feeling the warmth of his skin through his shirt.
“Morning, Petey-Pie.” Wade murmurs in return, his voice gravely in a way that sends another shiver down Peter’s spine. It doesn’t help that Wade noses deeper into Peter’s neck, placing firmer kisses against freckled skin. Peter lets out a barely there sound at the sensation, and Wade takes that as a green light to drag his hand even further down curling it over a hipbone, his pinky just dipping underneath the hem of Peter’s boxers. The air shifts from sleepy comfort to something a bit more charged, anticipation building low in Peter’s belly.
Wade uses his grip on Peter’s hip to urge him onto his back, Wade’s larger frame curling on his side beside him. He noses at Peter’s cheek and Peter turns his head chasing Wade’s lips. The larger man smirks, keeping a hairsbreath distance between them. “Morning breath, Bug. Yuck.” Wade teases, knowing damn well neither of them care about that. Peter huffs at being denied, eyes narrowing and a barely there pout forming on his lips. Wade huffs a soft laugh in return, his large palm sliding from Peter’s hip to his lower abdomen, hand now under his shirt to feel soft skin. He relents, unable to deny Peter for long, placing a chaste kiss on the little frown on the corner of his mouth before finally shifting to slot their lips together. Peter immediately melts into the kiss turning into spider goo, humming low in his throat as Wade licks into his mouth. It’s slow, unhurried yet passionate.
Peter gets lost in it. No matter how many times they kiss, whether it’s a desperate “thank fuck you’re alive” kiss or kisses like these, languid and soft, Peter never tires of them. He gets lost in the moment, swept up in deep licks and gentle sucks that he barely notices Wade’s hand sliding down until the tips of his fingers slide just below the hem of his boxers, just starting to brush the thatch of hair on Peter’s mound. It’s second nature to let his thighs fall open, the one closest to Wade slinging over the other man’s own legs to hold him open. Wade gives a pleased rumble yet doesn’t move his hand lower, content to run his fingers through wry curls as he breaks the kiss between them.
Wade pulls back to gaze at Peter’s face, taking in his sleepy doe eyes and the dusting of freckles over the bridge of his nose. There’s tension between Peter’s brows, a need building in him but refusing to beg just yet, content to let Wade tease him. Wade inches his fingers down a smidge more, brushing the start of Peter’s slit causing his hips to jerk slightly. “Oops,” Wade says with a smirk, moving his hand back up to the top of Peter’s mound. Peter lets out a sharp sigh, stubborn to his core. And Wade knows this, used to this song and dance between him, leaning down to plant wet kisses along Peter’s jawline as he continues to tease the smaller man with gentle touches.
Heat begins to build under Peter’s skin, a simmer that builds from low in his abdomen all the way to the tips of his fingers. Wade technically isn’t even doing much, yet every brush of his fingertips feel like zaps of electricity, his mouth hot on Peter’s throat feels like it’s branding into his skin. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly he’s getting worked up, knowing that if Wade were to dip his fingers just a few inches downwards he’d feel how wet Peter is getting.
“Wade…” Peter mumbles, a tinge of desperation leaking into his voice. Wade hums to signal he’s listening, seeming unbothered as he fucking twirls Peter’s pubes like it’s a typical strand of hair as he gently nips at creamy skin before pulling back to speak.
“Yes, Spidey?” He asks innocently, dipping his fingers down just a smidge more just to see Peter’s eyebrows twitch. He smirks. “Need something?”
“I’m gonna kill you.” Peter groans, tossing his head back.
“Ooooh, kinky.” Wade remarks, and before Peter can respond he dips his head back down to nip at the hollow of Peter’s throat. A strangled noise leaves pouted lips at the surprise pleasure-pain, hips once again twitching upwards desperate for any friction on his aching clit.
“God I love it when you get all twitchy.” Wade grunts against Peter’s reddened skin, licking a strip along the mark he left. “Makes me want to tease you for hours, baby boy. But I think I wanna see you squirm for a different reason.” He finally, blessedly dips his fingers down, running his fingers through Peter’s folds to feel just how wet he is, gathering slick on his fingers before finding Peter’s clit to circle it slowly, gently. Peter sighs, a choked sound catching on the back of his throat as his hips cant up to chase the friction. Wade’s scars add a unique feeling, the ridges catching just right on aching nerves. Ribbed dildos? Not needed here.
“I wanna try something, Petey.” Wade continues, resting his cheek on the top of Peter’s head. It’s almost sweet how they’re tangled up.
“Huh?” Peter’s brain is already a bit mushy, “Try what?”
“Let’s do a little science experiment.” Wade’s voice is bright, a contrast to the languid movements of his hand down Peter’s boxers. “I want to see how many times I can make you cum with my hands alone before you tap out, sound good? You like science.”
“Wade that’s not..” Peter trails off, already flushed cheeks turning beat red at the suggestion. It’s not like he’s opposed, not with how his stomach flipped, but it seems a bit.. “Is that not, I don’t know, selfish? What about you?”
“Oh trust me, baby. It’ll be just as good for me.” Wade purrs, fingers dipping down to Peter’s entrance, brushing it teasingly before bringing them right back to his clit. “So, yes? Come on science boy I thought you’d like this..”
“I… okay. Yeah.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah…”
“Eureka!”
“Wade, that’s not how that word works- hng-!” Wade chose that moment to slide his middle and ring finger back between Peter’s folds, curling them upwards into his cunt in one smooth glide. He knows how to curl his fingers inward just so to press against that spot inside Peter that makes him whimper, one of his hands coming up to grasp at Wade’s flexing forearm. Peter can hear how wet he is, slick sounds reaching his ears as Wade starts to thrust his fingers in and out, palm grinding against Peter’s clit.
“Fuck, baby boy. So fucking wet. I barely touched you.” Wade slides his other arm underneath Peter’s neck, pulling him unto the cradle of his chest. He nuzzles into Peter’s fluffy locks, humming low in his chest as he looks down the length of Peter’s body to watch his own hand move between trembling thighs.
Turning his head towards Wade’s chest, hello beautiful plump pecs, Peter's unable to stop his hips from rolling up into Wade’s hand in rhythm to the fingers plunging inside him. Soft sounds escape his lips, breathy sighs and hitched whimpers that get muffled in Wade’s sleep shirt.
Wade clicks his tongue, reaching his free hand up to grasp at Peter’s jawline to turn his face back outwards. “Ah, ah. You know I like to hear your pretty voice, baby boy.” Wade chastises, pulling back just enough to peer down at Peter’s flushed face.
Peter groans, half lidded doe eyes peering up at Wade’s face before covered once more by fluttering lids. He’s close already, Wade’s fingers thick and insistent against that spot inside him. He knows just what to do, what tempo Peter likes, how to keep the rhythm. Wade also knows that Peter can’t cum from just penetration alone usually. Wade leans down to kiss a hot, flushed cheek briefly, breath hot against Peter’s cheek. “Close?” He asks, even though Peter knows he knows.
Peter nods anyways, mouth falling open with a groan. “I need-“
“I know, baby. Touch yourself.”
Peter’s hand flies down between his legs, bumping Wade’s wrist in his haste to touch his throbbing clit. It only takes a few circles of his fingertips before he’s clenching down around Wade’s fingers with a stuttered cry, eyes squeezing shut as his legs clamp closed. Wade lets him, still able to rock his fingers inside clenching walls to prolong his orgasm until eventually Peter starts to melt, thighs falling back open with a shaky sigh.
“Fuck, baby. I wish I could find a way to record your moans on a Hit Clip and listen to it on repeat. NSYNC would have nothing on you.” Wade rambles, placing a kiss along Peter’s temple as the smaller man catches his breath.
“Wah.. huh? How would you even record something on a Hit Clip..” Peter slurs, used to Wade’s rapid fire brain. Wade still has his fingers inside Peter but stopped his movements for now, a pleasant full feeling as Peter comes down from his high.
“When there is a will there is a way, and I’m sure Mr. Science-Man can figure it out for me.” Wade brings his hand that was once holding Peter’s jaw down to his throat, swiping a rough thumb along the sweaty column. “Now, be a dear and take off your boxers for me. My hands are a bit busy.”
Peter flushes before doing as he’s told, awkwardly shucking off his soiled boxers to expose his lower half properly. He kept his movements to a minimum to not jostle Wade too much, thick fingers seeming to refuse to leave him. “You could just, y’know, remove your-“
“But the science experiment, Petey.” Peter opens his mouth to no doubt quip back, brows furrowed. Before he can get a word in however Wade slightly tightens his hold around Peter’s throat, no way hurting or cutting off airflow, but more so a… presence. A promise. “Hold yourself open for me.” A command this time, voice low and rumbling against Peter’s side that sends heat pooling in his belly. With a thick swallow Peter complies, grabbing underneath his knee on the leg furthest from Wade, pulling it up to his chest easily. He can’t do much with the leg closest to Wade, so he hooks it up higher over Wade’s hip. Wade gives a pleased hum, lifting his knee with his foot flat on the bed to urge Peter’s leg up even higher.
Wade gives another kiss to Peter’s temple, his cheek, corner of his mouth, little butterfly kisses the tickle flushed skin. Peter would turn his head to chase Wade’s lips with his own but his large hand is still firm on his throat, and while Peter is plenty strong enough to break out of Wade’s hold well.. that’s not the point.
“Deep breath, baby.” Peter shakily complies without question, chest rising and falling on a deep inhale. That’s the only warning he gets before Wade suddenly starts to fuck his fingers in and out of Peter’s wet cunt, glide smooth with his previous release. It’s fast and hard, Wade’s bicep flexing with effort as he rapidly finger-bangs the fuck out of Peter.
“S-shit!” Peter yelps, unable to do anything but take it. Wade keeps his firm hold on his throat, and with Peter’s legs held up high he is unable to do more than wiggle his hips pathetically. The sound of Wade’s hand meeting the hollow of Peter’s hips is obscene, the slick smacks seeming to echo in Peter’s skull. “Fuck, fuck, fuck-” his voice is whiney, and any other time he’d be embarrassed but his brain is rapidly becoming soup. It’s so much in the best way possible and Wade isn’t even breaking a sweat, his thick muscles flexing as his rhythm doesn’t look to be slowing at all.
“That’s it, baby boy, taking it so well.” Wade coos in his ear, and Peter feels his smirk on his temple. “I know it’s a lot but I wanna see if I can make you cum just like this, think you can do it for me? I think you can do it Petey.”
“Guh-” Comes Peter’s eloquent reply, eyes half lidded and unseeing as he takes and takes. There might even be some drool on his lip. He doesn’t care. “I- Wade-” He whines, trying to respond but Wade isn’t slowing down. “So much-”
“I know, Bug. Fuck look at you.” Wade groans, unable to stop himself from grinding his hardness to Peter’s hip briefly. “But just keep breathing, you can do it.”
Peter nods the best he can while his throat is held so firmly, but he can’t speak anymore. Brain soup. Wade takes it as an answer and keeps up his thrusts, fucking his fingers in and out with sloppy squelch noises. Heat builds low and slow in Peter’s belly, a simmer that feels so good but is taking so long to be enough, and Peter’s chest hiccups on a sob. Giving a comforting hum Wade kisses Peter’s jawline, nuzzling upwards to kiss away a tear on the corner of Peter’s eye.
“I can feel you clenching, you getting close?” Peter can only whine, chest heaving. His breath sticks on an inhale, unconsciously holding his breath as the heat suddenly starts to burn brighter. Is he actually gonna cum? Wade pulls back slightly to peer at Peter’s flushed, sweaty face, taking in his screwed shut eyes. “Breath.” Wade reminds Peter, and with a gasp Peter takes in a greedy gulp of air. The sudden rush of oxygen seems to cause the flame in Peter’s belly to roar to life.
“Wade-!” Peter cries out breathily, so close to tumbling over the edge. Wade sees it, feels it as Peter starts to tighten around his fingers and like the knowledgeable man he is he doesn’t change a damn thing. The pleasure is different, intense, and the fire finally consumes him. His breath hitches, chest heaving as one, two thrusts later Peter moans brokenly as he clamps down around Wade’s fingers. Wade groans in response but doesn’t fucking slow down, fucking his fingers through the resistance making it so much more and suddenly heat blooms brighter as heat floods from Peter’s cunt, wetting Wade’s hand and wrist and staining the sheets below.
“Holy shit.” Wade says in unconcealed awe, watching with wide eyes as each thrust of his fingers brings another gush of slick. A few thrusts later the wetness finally slows and Peter whines with overstimulation after catching a breath, body shivering. Wade finally slows his hand, gently pulling his fingers free. “Fuck, baby boy you can squirt?? Since when?”
Letting go of his knee to let his leg flop uselessly to the side Peter finally registers Wade’s words, feeling the wet sheets below his ass and wet inner thighs. Wade brings his hand up to hover over Peter’s belly, soaked all the way up to the wrist. A stray drop lands on Peter’s heaving belly. “I didn’t know I could.” Peter responds weakly, feeling his blush rush all the way down to his chest. “That’s.. so embarrassing.”
“Embarrassing?” Wade cries indignantly, finally releasing his hold on Peter’s throat to prop himself up on his elbow to peer down at Peter. His eyes flick between Peter’s legs, giving a low whistle at the mess below. “Shit you turned into a god damn gusher, that’s got to be the top ten hottest moment of my life and now that we know you can you best believe I’m going to make you do it again.” He suddenly brings his soaked hand up to his mouth to pop two fingers into his mouth for a taste, and Peter squawks not realizing soon enough to stop him, reaction time slowed down after two orgasms. Wade pulls his fingers back out with a pop, grinning like the cat who got the cream.
“Okay I know this science experiment was about my hands only but I sorta kinda need to be between your thighs real quick.” He’s moving before Peter can respond, gently easing Peter’s leg off his hip to slide down the bed.
“Wait but…” Peter trails off, watching as Wade bullies his way between Peter’s thighs not seeming to care about the wet rapidly cooling sheets. Peter was going to protest about the cleanliness but… this is Wade after all. And while Peter hesitates to admit it out loud it is hot how Wade is so excited over this new development.
Wade settles on his belly on the bed, soothing his hands over the outside of Peter’s thighs encouraging him to spread them even wider. “You’re a mess.” His eyes look up the length of Peter’s belly, a smirk on his scarred lips. “Literally dripping, fuck I will never get over how gorgeous you are. And all mine.” His last words, while possessive, hold more awe to them like he can hardly believe the gift before him. Peter’s expression softens as he brings a hand down to find one of Wade’s, lacing their fingers together at the divot of his hip.
“All yours.” He agrees, feeling like it’s a bit of a cheesy response but the fire in Wade’s eyes is so worth it. The moment is broken when Wade leans down to obnoxiously slurp over Peter’s entrance, his tongue dipping inside briefly before licking and slurping his way up to Peter’s clit before pulling off with a crude sound. “Wade-!” Peter yelps, glaring down at the culprit as he pulls off Peter to lick his lips.
“I had to clean you up a bit.” Comes his weak excuse. Wade licks his lips as if to savor the taste, turning his head to place an open mouthed kiss on Peter’s inner thigh.
Peter lets out a shaky sigh, watching as Wade kisses his way back to Peter’s mound licking up stray droplets on the way before sealing his mouth of Peter’s swollen clit. Another shaky gasp, eyes going half lidded as he keeps eye contact with Wade the best he can as he starts to lap his tongue over the sensitive bud. He’s enthusiastic, the noises he makes as he eats Peter out obscene cheeks already wet with Peter’s arousal. Wade gives the bud a harsh suck causing Peter’s hips to jerk before pulling off with a pop to lick back down to his entrance.
Peter’s head tosses back with a groan as Wade licks as deep as he can go, his nose pressing the underside of his clit. Wade’s hand not currently grasped in Peter’s own lays low on Peter’s abdomen, pressing down lightly as his thumb swipes over his bundle of nerves. The scars add to the pleasure, lithe hips jerking upwards riding his tongue desperately. It’s intense like everything else Wade does, giving maximum effort even when it comes to eating out his boyfriend.
“Wade, if you pass out again while eating me out I’m gonna be pissed-“ Peter manages to say against the onslaught of pleasure, the way he is rolling his hips up against Wade’s face contradicting his words. Wade doesn’t even pull away to respond, words muffled against Peter’s cunt making shivers go up his spine from the vibrations. Peter can tell by the tone alone that Wade is talking back in some sort of way, and he can only roll his eyes in response before Wade does something especially special with his tongue that makes Peter’s thighs shake.
Peter blames sensitivity from his past two orgasms that makes him close to cumming so soon. His body begins to tremble, heartbeat thrumming loud in his ear as the pleasure builds low and slow between his legs. Using his last shred of thought to make sure he doesn’t crush Wade’s hand in his with his super strength as he tumbles over the edge once again, thighs threatening to squish Wade’s head. Peter manages to keep his legs open through the waves of pleasure, hips jerking and rolling up against Wade’s face as the orgasm washes over him in intense waves, cunt pulsing around Wade’s tongue. Wade groans in response, hand pressing down on Peter’s abdomen to keep him in place as he keeps licking into him. The pleasure shifts to sharp overstimulation, and Peter whines as he presses against Wade’s head with his free hand.
“Okay, okay fuck that’s enough.” His voice is shaky, and finally Wade pulls away. He’s panting as he catches his breath, and Peter knows he was cutting off his own air flow, the masochist. He looks immensely pleased with himself, shifting to kneel between Peter’s legs. His large hands sooth up Peter’s heaving flank, petting him as the smaller man catches his breath.
“Fuck, I could do this all day.” Wade murmurs, voice low and gravely with arousal. He looks wrecked, hard-on obvious through his Hello Kitty sleep pants. There’s a wet spot over the head of his cock, and despite being spent Peter feels a hot flash of arousal through his body knowing just how much this is affecting Wade too. Peter urges weak legs to work, wrapping them around Wade’s waist to pull his hips flush with his own. They both groan, both sensitive for two different reasons.
“As your science partner I suggest we change up our science experiment.” Peter murmurs, humming low in his chest as Wade drags his hands down to Peter’s hips grasping them reverently. “It’s already been compromised anyways, let’s just add to the variables.”
Wade hums in agreement, rolling his hips forward to grind his clothed cock against Peter causing the smaller man to whimper. “Astute observation, Watson. All possibilities should be accounted for.”
Peter snorts in amusement, reaching down to tug at Wade’s waistband. “Alright, just fuck me already.”
Wade laughs breathily, his crooked smile making Peter’s heart flutter in his chest. Wade reaches down to push his pants down, freeing his cock.
“Condom?”
“Nah, as long as you promise me pancakes and a bath after.”
“Anything for my favorite bug.”
“Not a bug, arachnid.”
“Whatever you say, Bug.” Wade reaches over to grab a pillow, using one hand to lift Peter’s hips (hot) to shove it underneath for a better angle.
“It’s gonna get all gross.” Peter weakly protests, wrapping his legs around Wade’s hips as the man settles against him. His cock drags through his wet folds causing Peter to gasp, Wade holding onto his hips as he slowly thrusts against the man.
“I’ll buy new ones, this is worth it.” Wade reaches a hand down to guide his cock to catch on Peter’s entrance, slowly sinking inside. Peter gasps again, biting his lip as he’s slowly filled. His inner walls are so sensitive after three orgasms, the glide smooth and easy, and he whimpers when Wade bottoms out.
The ex-mercenary pauses there for a moment, humming low in his chest in approval. Sliding his hands from Peter’s hips he grasps behind his knees to press them up to his chest bending Peter in half. “I’ll never get over how flexible you are.” Wade groans, giving one slow thrust unable to help himself.
Peter doesn’t even feel a strain as his knees touch his ears, his ankles resting on Wade’s shoulders. “Wade, I said fuck me.” He whines, though he’d never admit it out loud.
“I hear ya, Petey.” Wade murmurs, turning to kiss a boney ankle. “I got ya.”
It starts slow, like most Sundays do for them. Wade rolls his hips in languid strokes, blue eyes drinking in every shift in Peter’s expression. Peter does his best to keep eye contact, his own gaze taking in the furrow between Wade’s brows, the way his jaw goes a bit slack. He can’t help flicking his gaze downwards, a whine bubbling up his throat as he watches Wade’s abs flex with each thrust. With the way he is pressed in half he’s able to watch where they are connected, his own jaw going slack at the lewd sight. Every time Wade pulls back strings of Peter’s arousal follows behind creating a mess in the hollow of their hips.
Peter’s line of sight is broken when Wade leans down, hands bracing beside Peter’s head. A barely there kiss is pressed against the corner of his lips, and for a couple beats they are simply breathing in each other's air, swallowing gasps and moans. It’s intimate, and if Peter could he would reach up and grasp the man above him yet all he can manage to do is fist the sheets as he moans brokenly into Wade’s mouth.
“Peter.” Wade murmurs breathily against trembling lips, pulling back just enough to greedily drink in the sight below him. His face is earnest and raw, and Peter missed the moment the tone changed but now all he can feel is the raw need and love in his chest as he looks at Wade just as reverently. Tears prickle at the corner of his eyes and whether it’s from the pleasure or emotions he doesn’t care for Wade kisses the tears away, never once slowing his thrusts yet not going any faster either. “Stunning.” Is all he murmurs against a flushed cheek yet Peter hears the emotions in his own voice, a waver that anyone else might miss.
“Wade.” Peter answers brokenly, the embers that've been simmering in his belly starting to spark into more, core tightening around the cock inside him. He manages to get his right hand to cooperate, wedging itself between heaving bellies to find his clit.
“That’s it, baby.” Wade groans, nipping at Peter’s jaw. “Make yourself cum on my cock.”
That’s all it takes more Peter to cry out brokenly, clamping down around Wade as he hurdles over the edge. Distantly he hears Wade’s own answering groan as heat floods him and it’s so intense and so much and so perfect. After what feels like hours that were more realistically merely seconds Peter finally comes back to himself, whimpering as his body trembles through aftershocks as Wade’s thrusts slow to a stop. They stay like that for a moment longer, chests heaving, Wade pressing sloppy kisses along Peter’s jaw and neck.
Eventually Wade leans away, gently coaxing Peter’s trembling legs back to a more comfortable position. He’s looking at Peter like he hung the moon and stars, a large scarred hand that many only see capable of violence gently brushing a stray tear from Peter’s cheek. “The experiment was a success, I think.”
Peter huffs a laugh, too drained to give much more. Before Wade can pull his hand away he catches it in his own, turning his head to place a tender kiss in the middle of a scarred palm. “I agree,” he manages finally, voice hoarse. “Though for proper results there should be multiple tests. Next time might be different.”
Wade hums as if a wise scientist himself, nodding his head with a thoughtful look on his face. “Very true, we must visit it later,” He gently pulls out of Peter, running his hands over trembling thighs as if in apology to Peter’s whine. “But for now, I believe I promised a bath and pancakes.”