? tangled hearts ? spideypool ?

15 ? i mean, camaraderie!

Peter moaned softly against Wade's lips, the sound sending a jolt of heat through Wade's body. He deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping past Peter's lips to taste him, to claim him in a way that left no room for doubt about what he wanted.

"Peter..." Wade murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I... I don't know how to say this without sounding like a total idiot, but... I want you. I want all of you."

Peter's eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, Wade saw a mix of emotions there—surprise, uncertainty, and something else, something deeper. But then Peter smiled, a small, genuine smile that made Wade's heart skip a beat.

"I want you too, Wade," Peter whispered, his voice barely audible. "I've wanted you for a long time."

Wade's heart swelled at Peter's words, a rush of emotion surging through him. He leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Peter's lips, his hands moving down to grip Peter's waist, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them.

Wade leaned in, his lips brushing against Peter's forehead in a tender kiss. "You're sure about this, love?" Wade's voice was low, almost hesitant, as if he still couldn't quite believe this was happening.

Peter looked up at him, his eyes soft but determined. "I'm sure, Wade. I want this. I want you."

There was no mistaking the sincerity in Peter's voice, the way he said those words like they were the most natural thing in the world. Wade nodded, his heart pounding in his chest, and he leaned down to capture Peter's lips in another kiss—this one slower, deeper, filled with all the emotions he couldn't put into words.

Peter responded eagerly, his hands sliding up to Wade's shoulders, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them. Wade's body was pressed against Peter's, and he could feel the heat of Peter's skin through the thin fabric of their clothes. It made him dizzy with need, but he wanted to savor this, to take his time.

Wade's hands roamed over Peter's body, tracing the lines of his muscles, committing every inch of him to memory. When his fingers found the hem of Peter's shirt, he hesitated for only a moment before lifting it, slowly peeling it off Peter's body. Peter helped, raising his arms, and soon the shirt was tossed aside, forgotten.

Wade's breath hitched as he took in the sight of Peter's bare chest—lean, strong, and scarred in ways that told stories only Peter knew. Wade's fingers trembled as they traced a particularly jagged scar on Peter's side, and Peter shivered under his touch.

"Wade..." Peter's voice was a whisper, but it was enough to pull Wade's gaze back to his face. Peter's eyes were full of trust, full of love, and it made Wade's heart ache in the best way.

"You're so beautiful, Peter..." Wade murmured, his fingers continuing their exploration of Peter's skin. Peter blushed, but he didn't shy away from the compliment. Instead, he leaned into Wade's touch, his hands finding their way to Wade's own shirt, tugging at it impatiently.

Wade chuckled softly, helping Peter remove his shirt. The fabric joined Peter's on the floor, and now there was nothing between them but skin and the anticipation of what was to come.

Peter's hands roamed over Wade's chest, his touch gentle but full of intent. He traced the scars that crisscrossed Wade's skin, his fingers lingering on each one as if memorizing them. Wade's breath hitched as Peter's touch grew bolder, his fingers brushing over Wade's nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through him.

"Peter" Wade breathed, his voice rough with desire. He could feel the heat building between them, the tension that had been simmering for so long now finally reaching its peak.

Peter's eyes met Wade's, and there was no mistaking the want in them, the need that matched Wade's own. "I want you, Wade. I've wanted this for so long."