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quipsandthwips) wrote2018-10-15 12:45 pm
quipsandthwips) wrote2018-10-15 12:45 pm
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... As long as there's no clown costumes involved, you can dress up in whatever you'd like.
[It's a dumb joke, but he's got a dumb brain right now, head stretched back and adam's apple bobbing. The idea of fucking Wade is making him all kinds of foggy and all kinds of hard under Wade's weight.]
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It's hard not to pay attention to Peter's reactions, even if he's trying not to let it distract him from his mission. If he didn't have a plan in mind, he'd probably stay there all day sucking on Peter's neck and trying to drive him crazy with his apparently very active imagination.
He squirms a bit to free Peter's pajama shirt so he can push it up him and bunch it under his collar bone. Collar bones that he is definitely going to take a minute to drag his teeth over when he makes it there.
The clown thing does make him snort. ]
I'm offended you don't think I could be a fuckable clown. [ He punctuates the sentence with a nip at Peter's skin in retaliation to the dumb joke. ] Like Jared Leto or Pennywise. [ A huff of air against Peter's clavicle is probably a good sign that that's also a joke. Wade wouldn't fuck a clown with Peter's dick, let alone his own. Look, he has to joke about this and think about Pennywise because Peter is getting him hot under the collar and this was supposed to be a surprise blowjob, then again, did he really think he'd be able to walk away from this without the bluest balls in existence? ]
Whatever I like? What about you? What would you like? [ The question is posed with the same nonchalance that he'd had when asking if Peter wanted a blowie. His weight shifts again, and he slides himself a little lower down Peter's body, still keeping contact against him, just so he can begin his trail down Peter's chest slowly. ]
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[Oooh, he said the f-word. Risque.]
And if you try to use Jared Leto or Pennywise in any of our sexual encounters, I promise that I'll go as limp as a wet noodle. [He huffs, only mildly annoyed that this topic of dresses is actually getting him more turned on; it's like Wade's winning at something, and lord knows we can't have that. He bites his lip, squirming a little, trying not to let it faze him yet.] I don't know. Something pretty. Wait, is this for sex, or just advice for a cute aesthetic for summer? Because floral is always a hit.
[He's just being a butthead now. Mostly.]
wheres the serious porn steph and ashlee
[ The grin that tastes Peter's skin definitely means he's poking fun at him. ] Not a Jared Leto fan? Me neither, the guy's a real putz.
[ It's true and we all know it.
Peter may be a butthead, but Wade can be just as much of one too. ] Something pretty? Thousand bucks says you're into lingerie too.
[ But because he wants no wet noodle syndrome he detours from his path downward and presses his tongue flat against one of Peter's nipples before swirling his tongue around it. He has a far too pleased look on his face when he pulls away slightly to glance up at Peter. ] Hey, look, your dick isn't the only thing on you I can make hard.
[ It's true, there isn't such thing as a fuckable clown because Wade's probably making it real hard to want to fuck him. ]
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Nothing as hard as that thick skull of yours.
[You monster.]
You just trying to get me all flustered and worked up before I work in the lab?
[You're lucky it's Saturday and he doesn't have to be at real work.]
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Because Wade's a playfully spiteful little shit, he nips at it in retaliation to the insult before going back to the task he had planned, which is trailing his mouth down Peter's chest, and then his stomach. He squirms his way down when he needs more space. One of his hands slides up Peter's side only to move to rub his thumb over the nipple that hadn't been in his mouth, just because the first reaction he'd gotten had been great.
What a butthead.
He pauses right above Peter's bellybutton to talk. ]
I'm trying to get you all flustered and worked up because you challenged me to. And because I want you to shove your dick down my throat and forget we're in a literal hell-scape. [ A #classy boyfriend. ] If you want to think about me and get worked up in the lab too, I'm also okay with that.
Are we on the same page?
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[Maybe he read your brackets. But probably not. It's probably just common sense. He actually has the mind to not jolt like he's been electrocuted by Wade's revisiting his chest with a hand, but boy if he doesn't have to hold his breath where he's sitting. There's a little grunt as he shifts, his sweats pulling down lower and lower as he squirms.]
... Whether or not we're on the same page, pretty sure... there's at least one part of me that is...
[Oh, hey, that's a dick struggling under heart-themed underwear.]
.............
They were on discount.
How can I write the most annoying Bj, oh I kno
Lie all you like but I'm aware you're secretly a fashionista.
[ Then he does probably one of the rudest things he could possibly do - he pulls back, sitting up and leaning away. This of course is so he can work on shimmying Peter's sweats and boxers a little lower. When he manages that, he wraps his hand around the sad warrior that had been trapped behind heart boxers and gives him a few pumps, almost thoughtlessly. ]
Do you think they were thinking about gargling cock when they wrote those stupid owl commercials for Tootsie-Pops? How could they not be.
[ So, here's the thing. Like most things Wade does, the next thing he does is without warning. He moves back down to practically swallow all of Peter dick into his mouth and down his throat. Sorry, was there supposed to be some sexy build-up where he didn't immediately do that?
What an asshole.
He sucks and swallows around Peter before pressing his tongue up against him and holds up a pointer finger to count one.
Wow, he really is going to ruin Tootsie-Pops for Peter, isn't he?
What an asshole. ]
you've succeeded, he's breaking up ASAP
I'm pretty sure they weren't remotely thinking of that, no—ahmyffff—
[Is this supposed to be a nice sexy present for his birthday? Because he's in suffering. A good kind of suffering, but also a horrible kind, because he's being sucked off while also having to endure the worst of Wade Wilson.] If you keep acting like my dick's a lollipop I'm gonna crawl out the window and leave.
[.................. He absolutely is squirming despite this.]
i cant believe peter is bitching about a bj
Okay, okay. Wade gets it, Peter doesn't want to think about owls or biting into lollipops. ]
But you're so sweet, make me wanna lick the wrapper? [ At least he's asking that horrible song lyric instead of singing it. He doesn't wait for a response before wrapping his mouth back around Peter's dick, and doing a very lewd swirl of his tongue around the tip, like he was sucking on a lollipop.
Apparently, even having a dick in his mouth doesn't keep him from being an annoyingly heavy presence. Cool.
One of his hands finds one of Peter's hips to try to keep him from squirming, the other hand drags Peter's arm down and guides his hand to the back of Wade's head before he starts a probably annoyingly slow pace of bobbing his head up and down, mouth around the only part of Peter who isn't unenthusiastic about this event. At least someone appreciates him. ]
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...Guess I'll forgive your lyric of choice being a Lil Wayne song...
[Firm muscle in his thighs tighten, and he lays his head back, replacing one fist over his eyes as Wade turns him into a puddle; it's only fair, maybe, after the threat of leaving through a window came out of his mouth (which has now devolved into little moans and breaths and Wade's name). He bucks his hips despite trying not to, the motion sharp but stopped short quickly, and looks sheepishly down his chest to Wade.]
S—sorry.
[He's really always on the alert to pull his strength during sex. Like right now.
The last thing he needs in life is give any person giving him a blowjob a concussion.
God, he'd never live that down.]
:)
Instead of offended, all Wade can really think is that he's a strong little fucker. A hot strong little fucker.
The hand at Peter's hip squeezes in a reassurance, he apparently doesn't have a loud enough complaint, since he's not pulling away from the task at ... does it really count as 'at hand'? Slightly watery eyes flicker up for a second and even if his eyebrows are tugged together in something resembling one of his more bitchy looks, he can understand being eager when someone's getting a blowjob.
Besides, he said sorry.
Sure, he even goes back to said blowjob - not before moving both hands to Peter's hips to try to keep that from happening again - and it might seem safe for a moment or two before the unthinkable happens.
Like a banshee wailing for death, a ding from the kitchen sounds.
Oh, no, and with it comes the unfortunate feeling of wet spider-junk no longer in a warm mouth and instead exposed to the air.
And Peter thought he was dealing with the worst of Wade before. ] Cake. I've gotta. That's --
1/3
[Wade's gone, flying off toward the kitchen and the horrible, no good, very bad dinging noise. And Peter lays back into the couch with his palms over his eyes, the absolute devastation of this event palpable like a big smoggy cloud of blue-balled misery around him. Peter Parker Jr. is standing and as angry as a protester in front of the White House. Just let it all burn, Peter Parker Jr. says, Let the house burn down, if it means getting me off.]
Oh, sure, just leave me! I don't need ya anyway! I'll just suck my own dick!
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... How's the cake looking?
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Wade squints at Peter. Okay, normally that'd be so hot... Okay, it's still super hot, BUT STILL!!!! Does he think he can just REPLACE Wade!!! ]
Cake's fine. Should I leave you and your dick alone?
[ HE HAD RUSHED FOR YOU PETER!!!! He even still has oven mitts on. ]
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He looks. Pained.]
I thought you were leaving and never coming back, so I panicked.
[By trying to suck my own dick. It seems foolproof logic to him.]
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I didn't know you were so bendy.
[ Letting him live it down is a KINDNESS he's offering because this DOOFUS decided he wanted to date Wade.
He heads back over to Peter, pausing to look at his oven mitts and give them a questioning look - as if he didn't remember putting them on. Then he plucks them off and tosses them over his shoulder. ]
Well I'm back, so scooch. Unless I really should leave you to it? Or maybe you want to eat cake instead?
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practically lounging down most of the couch and taking up all the room.
A very paint me like one of your french girls pose. Only the french girl has a hard-on.
Seems right.]
Wouldn't be the first time I've jerked myself off on my birthday.
[Oh, yes, the french girl is a professional at self-deprication.]
... If that's a thing you're into.
I'm sorry i hate him too
You jerking yourself off or sexually eating cake? Or giving you a blowie while you eat cake? Does that count under sexually eating cake?
[ Sorry, he lost the conversation staring at Peter. He finds a spot back on the couch, bullying his way back between Peter's legs. Luckily, or maybe annoyingly, he distracts himself by leaning down to press kisses at the inside of his upper thigh. Look, they're having a conversation or something... that lasts all of about two seconds before he's wrapping his lips back around the angriest protestor in the room. Conversations are easy when someone is trying to lick and suck your soul out of your dick, right?
Who knew, the worst of Wade comes out when he's giving oral. It's like his being has to make up for his silence in other annoying ways. ]
this icon works, you know it just does
You give a guy an inch, they take...
[Oh, is someone trying to strangle his dick? No, that's just Wade Wilson a soul-sucking, suck-souling bastard. And in maybe one of his less proud moments, he makes a sharp sound of surprise and damn near immediately orgasms at the sudden ferocity behind Wade's handiwork. What was that, four seconds? Five? He covers his reddened face with his palm, sinking deeper into the couch with his chin squishing into his chest.]
... Cake sure smells good.
it's a representation of his soul
Stop hiding your face, I like it.
[ There's a pout to his voice that Peter's probably heard a million times now. He reaches up to pull Peter's arm away. He has been robbed of so many cute expressions this blowjob he's certain of it. ]
Next time I'm tying you up if I have to.
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You, tying me up?
[He grins slyly, like he knows something Wade doesn't.]
What if it's the other way around?
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I'm not sure if you're challenging me or saying you're into tying me up.
[ He leans in a bit more, his hands finding Peter's thighs and traveling up to his hips a little ways. Pete, you're playing a dangerous game if you want cake now. ]
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[It's terribly skillful, how easily he switches from spicy to sweet as he drags Wade's head into his chest, hugging him there like a teenaged girl in a 80's movie hugging her trapper keeper to her bosom. He sighs, practically uwu's where he's laying, naked as sin. Hopefully the front door's actually locked, because someone's soul would leave their body walking in on this scene.]
... I'm glad you're here, Wade.
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