What a week, fellow Americans, eh? Hopefully this final chapter makes up for it even a little bit. Enjoy.

Cross-posted from AO3 same day.

Fucking

"Does this count as you making me dessert?"

Peter groaned and dropped his bare face into his pillow. "Wade, I know I'm probably the only person on the planet who likes your mouth, but if you don't give your vocal cords a rest, I swear to god, I'll take it all back."

"Don't worry, Chasey Lain, I got your back," Wade said, and then snickered.

Before Peter could point out that he didn't have tits and had no plans to ever get any, Wade was kissing him. Or rather, kissing his asshole. Enthusiastically.

While Peter was far from a virgin, in regards to any gender, it was too hard to get a good partner who was chill with his weird hours. Needless to say, it had been a long time since anyone had touched him intimately, and he couldn't quite remember if anyone had ever touched him the way Wade had. Was. And christ if Wade's bad touch wasn't so good. Holy god, it was good.

Wade sucked and nipped at Peter's rim until it was overly sensitive. He tongue-fucked him with such enthusiasm that 'enthusiastic' didn't even cover his exuberance. He buried his face between Peter's ass cheeks and kneaded them with his bare hands until the sensation of his scars was so ingrained into Peter's skin that Peter thought any future brush of skin on scars might give him a Pavlovian hard-on.

"You uh, you do this often?" Peter gasped out, fingers clenching and unclenching in the bed sheets as Wade ate him out. Noisily. Like fuck it felt so, so good to Peter, but Wade was moaning like it was his ass getting eaten out. Peter's mind froze on the thought and he had to push it away. Later. He could think about that later.

"Few times before my makeover. Mostly I just think about doing it to you," Wade said amidst filthy slurps and smacking. "How'm I doing, teach'?"

"Top student. Settin' the curve," Peter managed to reply. He tried to rock back into the sensation, wanting more, needing more, but Wade just shoved his thighs wide, forcing his knees up the bed and making it impossible to take what Wade wasn't giving enough of. Then Wade shifted from his knees to laying down, the warm weight of his still-dressed bulk against Peter's bare skin shockingly erotic, even with the man's tongue up his ass. And wasn't that just unfair: fifteen years of superheroing couldn't get Peter even half the muscle mass as a twenty-year old mercenary.

"Think you can come like this?"

As hard, and as sensitive, as Peter was right now, as hard as he'd been since Wade had started whispering sweet everythings in his ear over tacos on the couch, he just didn't feel that particular sensation that told him an orgasm was coming. It was just severe and unbearable arousal. "I can't think- I don't- I don't think so." God, it was just so hard to think.

"Aw okay," Wade cooed sympathetically with a pat on his butt cheek. "S'why I got this."

"Got wh-?" Peter started, but then something small and smooth was shoved into him and he jumped. "What-" And then it started to vibrate. He bucked hard against the hands holding him down, but Wade kept him pinned, easier than he really should have.

"How about now?"

Peter could hear his cheeky smile but he couldn't answer. The vibrator was pressing right up against his prostate, turning the world behind his eyes white and fuzzy. Apparently going nonverbal was enough of an answer because Wade returned to his 'dessert' with abandon, and a long, low moan. And if he wasn't so turned on by all that Wade had done before they'd gotten to the bedroom, and after, Peter might have been embarrassed by how fast he came with his cock untouched between his belly and the bed, screaming silently into the pillow.

After, when he was still too boneless to move, a puddle of brainless, fucked-out jelly, Wade rolled him onto his back and slid up his body. Which was actually kind of really hot, seeing the way the muscles in his arms shifted and tightened with the movement. But then Wade tried kiss him.

"Oh hell no, ass breath," Peter protested, shoving Wade away. The man tumbled off the bed and hit the floor with a heavy thump and a groan.

"But the fics never mention this part!" Wade whined.

"Shut up," Peter grumbled, his face still hot. He couldn't even blame it on his mask this time because after he'd brought Wade back to his apartment, he'd taken off his mask and introduced himself. Apparently, Peter was more attractive than Wade had been expecting because he was pretty sure Wade would have fucked him over the kitchen counter if Peter hadn't been so insistent on actually eating first. That hadn't stopped Wade from whispering unspeakable things in Peter's ear while they ate.

He dropped his leg over the side of the bed to kick at Wade, but his foot landed on leather covering something long, thick, and hot. Wade moaned and rolled his hips, rubbing his erection into Peter's foot.

"Are you...are you still hard or hard again?" Peter exclaimed, staring up at his ceiling in wide-eyed awe as he pressed down on Wade's dick with the ball of his foot. Wade moaned again and Peter's refractory period seemed to reform in an instant.

"Hard again. Came twice eating you out. You have no idea how hot you are, baby boy." Wade was panting and frotting furiously against the pressure of Peter's foot, and even without being able to see what was happening, the sounds and sensation of Wade using Peter's throwaway limb to get himself off was hot. Also the fact that every part of Peter was still sensitive, even his feet, apparently.

"Older than you," Peter reminded him, but it was absent-minded at best because he'd wrapped a hand around himself when he wasn't paying attention and was using the foot still on the bed to push into it. The heat in his skin rekindled, making him feel loose and buzzed.

"Wh-At e-ever you sa-AY, ba-ah! babe," Wade gasped out, and then let out a moan, the same one he'd let out against Peter's hole, as wet spread underneath Peter's foot. Breathing out heavily through his nose, Peter's orgasm eased over him and he spilled into his hand, stroking gently as Wade continued small little rolls of his hips.

Eventually, they stilled, only their heavy breathing filling the room until that too settled, leaving the air warm and heavy and comfortable. After a surprisingly long silence, Wade sat up and crossed his arms on the bed before propping his chin on them, the smile on his face soft. Peter turned to look at him and it was hard to ignore the warmth in his chest. For all his brashness, Wade was surprisingly romantic and gentle where it counted. Maybe Peter wouldn't regret this after all.

"Thanks for dessert, baby boy," Wade purred, licking his lips and making Peter blush all over again. If Wade was going to continue to be this enthusiastic in bed, he was going to ruin all other men (and women) for Peter. "Can't wait to put that thing down, flip it and reverse it. Gonna tap it like a Magic card, plow it like a field, sow my seed, salt the earth-"

Peter's good mood evaporated, as did his smile.

"Get out."

FINIS

I love 'The Ballad of Chasey Lain' by Bloodhound Gang (YT has a music video) and it's such a Wade song, except for the angry stan part because Wade doesn't expect anything from who he's a stan for.

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Hope you enjoyed this journey! I certainly didn't! Jk. Sorta. It was a battle but I think I came out alright in the end.