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“I look stupid!” Peter whispered, pouting as he looked at himself in the mirror. Wade basically dared him to put on a dress and while he was filled with spite taking almost any dare thrown at him, this one felt... different. He wasn’t sure if it was the good or bad kind of different yet, but it was different and that felt weird . Either way he was going to win this bet, he’d be damned if Wade had the last laugh even if it was a very obvious ploy to get Peter in a dress. Joke’s on him though, the mask was staying ON.
It was a black sequin dress, the fabric was soft and hugged his body in just the right places. He couldn’t even remember how it landed in his wardrobe, but he could never quite build up the courage to get rid of it. Something about it was almost magnetic, drawing him to it whenever a sparkly shoulder peaked out from the back of his closet. Whatever it was he could unpack later (or never), he had a bet to win.
Right at that moment, Peter remembered the stash of Wade’s heels at the bottom of their closet.
Surely he could find a pair to match.
Thankfully Peter didn’t have to do too much rummaging before finding the perfect pair of black stilettos, it felt so weird going through Wade’s things without asking. Once he slipped them on he very quickly learned that he had no fucking idea how to walk in heels, and he sure as fuck wasn’t asking for help. So he slowly paced around the room with his arms out airplane style for balance. After what felt like forever (aka 2 minutes) he was confident enough to finally take one last look in the mirror.
It was almost surreal, seeing him dressed like... this . I mean he was Spider-man! The masked hero that toddlers and hipsters alike looked up to, with the rest wanting to see him fail.
They’d probably laugh if they saw him like this…
Peter shook his head and arms in an attempt to shake out the bad thoughts. This was just for a bet. It didn’t require
any
further thoughts or identity crises. He took a deep breath, lifted his head high and (very carefully) stomped out of their bedroom back to Wade in the living room. Slamming his hands on his hips and clearing his throat to get Wade’s attention.
“See, what did I tell you? You’re-” Wade’s eyes widened when he saw Peter, a visible blush somehow making its way through his mask “You’re- ohgod are those my stilettos?”
“Point made?”
“Oh, point definitely made.” Wade nodded his head furiously, his eyes never leaving Peter’s body. Despite being fully clothed, he never felt so naked. So exposed.
He didn’t like it.
“Then I don’t need to keep this on any lo-”
Wade grabbed Peter’s wasit and yanked him closer, gently touching their foreheads together never breaking eye contact with the glittery fabric. Peter’s arms shook a little, as much as he adored Wade looking at him like this, he hated that...that...that he couldn’t put into words what he hated about it.
Then, a switch flipped in Peter’s head.
His body moved faster than his brain could process what was going on, and when his brain caught up he was pressing Wade against a wall with both of their masks flipped up below their noses. Wade didn’t say anything, he just stared at Peter with his blush poking out of his mask even more and a hitch in his breath.
Peter couldn’t think, his brain was running a mile a minute with so many different thoughts he couldn’t even attempt to decipher what was happening.
So he decided to keep listening to his body.
He closed the distance between them, kissing Wade with every ounce of lust and passion in his body. Wade more than happily reciprocated letting his hands wander around Peter’s body, gently tugging the sequins around every curve.
Peter pushed him harder against the wall sticking a knee between his legs, earning a soft moan. Wade gently pushed Peter away, ripping his own mask off before reaching for Peter’s.
“No.” he demanded putting a firm hand on Wade’s chest looking directly into his eyes.
Wade looked so beautiful like this blushing, flustered, thinking about him and nothing but him. He could stare at him like this for hours, maybe even days. But right now his body wanted something different.
Peter gripped the fabric of Wade’s suit before turning around and yanking him to the bedroom, kicking the door closed behind them. Wade stood there, dumbfounded, his eyes darting around the room trying to figure out what was going to happen next.
Peter released his grip on Wade’s suit pushing past him to sit on the edge of their bed and slowly spread his legs showing off just enough.
“Y-you’re not wearing underwear?” Wade stammered, quickly making his way over to stand between Peter’s legs
“You know I never wear it with the tights” Peter raised a hand up to gently stroke his boyfriend’s cheek. “Now stop talking.”
He very softly traced the side of Wade’s face with his fingers landing on those beautiful beautiful lips. Peter had dreamt of these lips, how soft and tender they were, how they curled into a smile whenever Peter rambled about biology, how they looked wrapped around his…
Peter moved his hand to Wade’s shoulder gripping it firmly before forcing him onto his knees
“Put your mouth to good use, sweetheart” he growled tightening his grip enough to leave bruises
Wade didn’t miss a beat, ripping his gloves off as fast as possible and diving in headfirst under the skirt. Peter rolled his head back while Wade got to work, groaning softly as his hand traveled to the back of Wade’s head shoving him further under the skirt.
For once, Wade was taking his sweet time, making sure to show love every inch he could get his hands (or rather tongue) on. While he often ogled and raved about Peter’s body on a daily basis, when it came to the bedroom Wade was extremely impatient. His hands had a habit of wandering just so they could press all the buttons that made Peter’s head spin.
As soon as Peter’s thighs tightened around Wade’s head and his breathing staggered he yanked Wade out from under his skirt and leant down for a heated kiss. They both moaned into the kiss; Peter gripped onto Wade tightly, as if he’d float away the second he let go. Wade’s hands started wandering once again, gently toying with the hem of the dress as his hips rolled against the edge of the mattress.
“Always so impatient” Peter teased with a smirk
With one swift movement he threw Wade onto the bed straddling his waist. He took another second to admire his lover, it felt like every second that went by he got that much prettier. The blush across his face highlighting the sprinkle of heart shaped scars, his swollen lips slightly parted as he panted. Peter wanted, no, he needed more.
“Take off your shirt.” he demanded, reaching behind him and shoving a hand down the pants of Wade’s suit. Before the words had even finished leaving his lips Wade ripped off the shirt and threw it across the room. Peter hummed in approval, gently thumbing circles on the head of Wade’s cock, taking in every inch of the beautiful scarred skin beneath him. Wade threw his head back with a high pitched moan, tensing his wrists against Peter’s grip trying his best to break free. Peter chuckled softly as he tightened his grip pressing Wade further into the mattress.
“You’ve been such a good girl today, letting me do whatever I wanted to you” Peter mumbled leaning down and kissing up Wade’s neck “I think it's your turn.”
He released Wade’s wrists placing a gentle kiss on his lips, and as soon as they were free Wade’s hands shot to Peter’s ass. His grip was so tight Peter was positive it’d leave a bruise.
“C’mon baby,” he moaned “tell me what you want”
“Sit on my face. Smother me with that perfect ass of yours.” Wade growled, dipping into the deeper register that made Peter shiver. Suddenly, Peter’s brain was catching up to everything that was happening.
“Wh-what?”
“I know you heard me, baby boy. Sit. On. My. Face.”
“A-are you su-”
“Peter Benjamin Parker I am literally begging you to sit on my fucking face
YES IM SURE
”
Peter felt his face heat up as he inched his way up closer to Wade’s face, he took one more look at him to see nothing but pure lust in his eyes. With a deep breath Peter squeezed his eyes shut, turned around, and sat on Wade’s face.
Wade didn't waste a second grabbing Peter’s thighs and getting to work making Petey feel good. As soon he felt that tongue between his cheeks, Peter let out a moan that would make a porn star jealous. As much as Peter’s brain was screaming at him to stop, his hips were grinding down against Wade’s tongue begging for more.
Peter’s head was filled with nothing but pleasure, the moans coming from both of their lips, the feeling of Wade gripping his thighs. He couldn’t help it. His body got away from him again and he rolled his hips faster and faster, moaning everytime Wade hit just the right spot. Before he knew it he came hard, with another porn worthy moan absolutely ruining the dress.
“W-wade do you need h-” With another thrust of his tongue burying his face farther into Peter’s ass, Wade’s hips bucked up as he finished into his pants.
After Peter caught his breath he sat up
“Holy shit” he turned his head to look at Wade, noticing the lovestruck look in his eyes.
As well as the blood all over the bottom of his face.
And his crooked nose.
“HOLY SHIT” he yelled, spinning around and attempting to wipe off some of the blood “ARE YOU OKAY!?”
“Never better” Wade smiled with a dreamy sigh