Peter tried to keep his lips shut tight, but the spoon was forced into his mouth, Wade's hand angling his chin with bruising strength while the ice cream dribbled down to the neck lining of his suit, and the merc shot him a sly, crooked grin before he chirped out 'open wide for the stick shift gear, baby'; the whole scenario went straight to his dick, and being tied up and straddled beneath Wade's strong thighs was totally not helping.