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[4thwaller]

[ 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. ]

[quipsandthwips]

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.

[4thwaller]

[ 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. ]