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“Wade, fuck…”
Wade had Peter bent over his kitchen counter after they argued. Lately, they had been on the outs with each other, which had caused more fights and arguments.
Things had escalated to the point where he drove Peter right into the arms of Johnny Storm. He hated that flame head on a good day so he definitely hated the thought that he could have Peter bent over and crying out his name.
Peter and Johnny hadn’t been dating long after him and Wade broke up, but for some reason, he was missing something. Dating Johnny was great; it was easy and carefree, but deep down he hated how easy it was. He missed Wade with a passion, which is how he found himself in the man’s apartment getting fucked within an inch of his life.
“Tell me what you want, baby.” Wade groaned, kissing down his spine as he thrusted deeply into the other man, his tip nailing his prostate constantly.
Peter gripped the counter as Wade pushed in deeper; he felt like he couldn’t breathe. His whole being was Wade—he felt the other man in his throat, and he missed that feeling. Sex with Johnny would never feel this good; he knew it wouldn’t.
Something about the way Wade knew his body inside and out made him weak whenever he thought of the man. “Fuck me, baby. Please?” He begged, tears falling down his face from the pleasure.
“I am fucking you, baby boy. You need more?” Wade teased, his voice ringing loudly in Peter’s ear, making him whine softly. Wade chuckled, placing his hands on the man’s waist, nails digging into his skin. “You were always so greedy for me, weren’t you, baby?”
Peter nodded, turning his head to look at Wade. “I missed you.”
Wade bit his lips, his eyes locking with Peter’s, finding no lie in the statement. He wrapped his hand around his throat, squeezing gently before he brought him into a kiss. The kiss was sloppy, but it felt so right.
“I missed you too, baby boy. Don’t go back to that asshole.” He grunted, speaking against Peter’s lips as he kept moving his hips. “You know I can fuck you better. Tell me who’s better, me or him?”
In his lusty daze, he spoke his answer against Wade’s soft lips, “You. Always you.”
Wade smirked, pulling out of him and biting his lip at the sound of Peter’s whine. He turned the other man over and lay him over the counter before he lined up his cock with his entrance and pushed in a full hilt.
Peter tossed his head back, a moan leaving his lips as Wade continuously snapped his hips forward. He gripped the counter tightly, trying to ground himself—the pleasure that he was receiving was almost too much.
He never felt this way with Johnny, and he felt bad that he was stepping out, but he’d relish in his guilt another time.
Right now, his only focus was on the way Wade was making his toes curl. He looked down to watch the way he moved in and out of him, his jaw slack and drool on the corner of his lips.
Wade watched him with rapt attention. “You see how I’m fucking you, baby boy? How deep I am?” He talked him through it like it was second nature. Wade wrapped a hand around his throat and made Peter look at him, “Keep your eyes on me.”
Peter’s cock twitched against his stomach, pre cum dripping down the shaft. His arousal pooled deep within his gut as Wade kept fucking him; he wrapped his legs around his waist as his toes curled from the pleasure.
Wade kept his eyes on Peter’s, taking note of how glossy they were, unshed tears making them shine in the light. His chest was covered in bites and marks; he felt a sense of pride.
He leaned forward to kiss him deeply, moaning into the kiss as Peter clenched around his cock, gripping him like a vice. He slowed his pace, rolling his hips—his cock dragged against his walls, making Peter cry out, begging him to go faster, “Mm, I think I’ll take it slow, baby.”
Peter whined, his impending orgasm dying down only to build back up slowly. He dragged his nails down Wade’s scarred back, moaning loudly as Wade pressed against his prostate. “Wade, Wade, fuck…”
Wade smirked, listening to Peter’s cries. He missed hearing how desperate he gets on his cock, the way his legs tightened around his waist and his nails dug into his skin; he missed Peter so much.
“Tell me that you miss me again.” Wade gripped his chin, keeping his eyes on him. “Tell me again, baby.”
Peter whimpered softly, his orgasm steadily approaching as he looked into Wade’s eyes; he knew that he wouldn’t be going back to Johnny. “I missed you, Wade.”
Wade smirked and sped up his thrusts, watching Peter’s face contort from the pleasure. He always loved making Peter come, more specifically watching him. The way his breath hitched, and his moans got louder, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. “Come for me, baby.”
It didn’t take much for Peter to come—white stripes coated his chest, his cock twitching against his stomach as he rode out his orgasm.
Wade watched, slowing his hips, trying not to overstimulate him. Peter lay down on the counter, letting the cool surface touch his seated skin, trying to catch his breath. “God, Wade.” He said breathlessly, a soft smile on his face as he looked at the man.
Wade leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his lips, looking at him with love in his eyes. “You meant everything you said?”
Peter bit his lips and nodded before speaking, “Of course, I did.”
Hearing that, he kissed the man deeply and started to move again. He knew that Peter was probably tired but he needed to show him how much he missed him, how much he loved him.
“Tell me again. Tell me, you missed me.”
“Fuck, Wade. I missed you; it’s always going to be you, baby.” Peter gasped as Wade moved suddenly. He wasn’t going to see Johnny tonight or ever again.