"Stop licking everything, that's how germs spread!"
Wade paused with his tongue on the spoon. He smirked, swiping his tongue over the cookie batter one last time, meeting Peter's stern gaze. "Did you forget that I have a healing factor?"
Peter grit his teeth. "That doesn't mean that bacteria can't still fester in that disgusting mouth of yours!"
Wade barked out a laugh. "You seemed to like my disgusting mouth last night." He dropped the spoon back into the batter, taking pleasure in the way Peter's face twisted with disgust. "In fact," he said, "I think you liked it a little too much."
"Really?" Peter deadpanned, arching a brow, the hint of a smirk playing across his lips.
"Yeah, really." He sauntered over to Peter, slow and predatory, arms snaking around his waist and pulling him close. Peter still had his arms crossed, his stance stiff and rigid. There was a sharp glint in his eyes, something so carnal and vibrant, it sent a jolt of electricity through Wade's being, spreading slow, like molten heat.
"Perhaps a demonstration is in order," Peter murmured, voice sultry smooth, bordering on command.
"I thought you didn't want my filthy mouth," Wade teased.
Peter graced him with a full smirk. "I'm willing to make sacrifices," he said before kissing Wade in a way that was downright dirty, making him stumble to the floor at Peter's mercy.