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[ Wade's face cracks into a grin. ]

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?

[He scooches...

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.

[ Wade snorts at the pose and the admittance. It should be illegal for him to look 100x better than Kate Winslet, but here Wade is, thinking that. ]

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. ]

[His expression sours immediately after that... that.]

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.

[ Wade pulls back off less angry Peter Jr. once he's finished with his surprisingly early ... well finish, and wipes a mixture of Peter's shame and his own saliva off his chin. At least he doesn't seem unimpressed or mocking. If anything he looks pretty pleased with himself. ]

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.

[He peels his hand away, face flushed, and wraps his legs around Wade by the middle, dragging him in even closer before he has a chance to rebuke Peter's sturdy thighs.]

You, tying me up?

[He grins slyly, like he knows something Wade doesn't.]

What if it's the other way around?

[ Wade hums a pleased little sound, like there's nowhere he'd rather be. Honestly though, Peter's legs around him while he's being as spicy as a habanero? Wade could die happy. If he could die. ]

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. ]

Well... I'm into whatever makes you happy.

[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.

[ Anyone walking in would get a boot knife to the face, it's fine. Everything is fine. Wade relaxes into the spot he's been gently manhandled into. ]

That's a cop-out answer. You're either super kinky and shy about it or super vanilla and shy about it. There's no in-between.

[ They'll work on it, even if it ends up in Wade harassing Peter about kinks until he says he's into them or not. ]

Yeah, then you'd be sucking your own dick on your birthday with no cake.

[ Behind the humour he is too, glad he's there. Peter's something special. ]

I'm a catch.

[ He's really not. ]

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I'm sorry i hate him too

this icon works, you know it just does

it's a representation of his soul

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