twenty-five.
Peter waited two weeks before trying anything else. Wade thought it'd only be a couple of days, but Peter insisted that they waited for the adults to stop watching him like a hawk before he snuck off of school campus. He jogged the three blocks to their rendezvous point, the dimly lit alleyway between two skyscrapers.
The sound of the city seemed muffled there in the dark where he stood, dust floating around his head. Wade was there waiting for him in the darkness, a loose jacket around his shoulders to match the loose jeans around his waist. He had a smirk on his lips like he knew what was coming, but he looked a little shook when Peter lunged at him and smashed their lips together. Their tongues fought for dominance in frenzied desperation, each of them panting, trying to breathe in the taste of the other's air.
Hands roamed and made quick work of Peter's shirt, perky nipples exposed to the air and to the assault from Wade's tongue and fingers. Peter gasped, eyes fluttering closed.
Wade wasted no time in undoing Peter's jeans and pushing them down to his ankles. He took even less time in turning Peter around and bending him over until Peter was taking up most of the space in the alleyway that they occupied, sweaty back to clothed chest.
Wade made quick work of pushing his own jeans down to his knees before grabbing Peter by the hip.
"Wade, hurry, please, please..."
Wade couldn't deny Peter, and he couldn't even think about teasing the boy, not now that his dick was leading his brain. He pressed against Peter and ever so slowly began to press inside of him. He couldn't help the moan of Peter's name that dripped from his lips like water over a fall. It felt like heaven having Peter's tight heat around his length again.
Wade almost couldn't get enough of Peter's little gasps of pain. His head hung low as the stretch burned between his hips. It was painful but he loved it. He knew that for the next week when he moved he'd feel the memory of Wade fucking him in this dark little alleyway.
Wade bottomed out finally and leaned back against the wall, hips pushed out towards Peter. He nudged Peter's hips forward before pulling them back against his own again. He only needed to guide Peter for a moment of time before Peter was moving on his own, fucking himself back against Wade's fully-hardened cock, each thrust punching a moan out of his throat.
Peter started getting really confident with it. He put his hands on the wall in front of him and pushed back, looking over his shoulder and rolling his sinful little hips in a way that made Wade want to pin him down to the dirty ground at their feet and fuck him senseless. Peter combed his fingers through his hair and tugged on the ends ever so slightly, but it was enough for Wade to get the hint and grab a fistful of his hair. Wade pulled on it while he fucked quicker and harder into Peter, who couldn't contain his moans at this point.
Wade was losing himself in the feeling of fucking Peter against the wall. He got violent with it, one hand in Peter's feathery hair, his other arm around Peter's waist to hold him in place. He fucked Peter this time like it might be the last time. It was hard and quick and deep and Peter was loving it, moaning out like a cheap whore as drool dripped down his chin. He wanted to wreck Peter, wanted to make sure that he'd remember this when everything went to shit.
Wade wanted Peter to feel it all. He wanted Peter to feel him when he walked and when he sat. He wanted Peter to remember the feeling of being pounded in this alleyway when he beat off late at night when he knew nobody would see his sinful indecency or hear his pathetic moans. Wade wanted Peter to need him. To desperately plead and beg for another chance of having Wade inside of him, and at this point, he could already have what he wanted.
Peter already needed him, frantically yearning to keep Wade inside of him for as long as possible. He never wanted to lose this feeling he oh so desperately craved. He was obsessed with the feeling that fucking Wade brought to him. The carnal, animalistic desire to be pinned down and stretched open by Wade's monster cock was now stuck in his mind. He wanted to be the best Wade's ever had, and he wanted Wade to be the only one he'll ever have.
"Wade, ah, please, fuck.."
"Please what, Petey? Huh?" Wade teased. He knew what Peter wanted before he even asked. He easily picked up on the way that Peter pushed his hips back in a silent plea for more. "Please fuck you harder?"
"Oh God, Wade, yes, please yes, shit." Peter tilted his head back as Wade pulled his hair. Peter kept letting himself be pulled back until he was in an upright position and pressed against Wade's chest, calloused skin radiating heat and dripping with sweat.
Wade snaked his arm around Peter's leg and pulled, bringing Peter's knee up to his chest. "That's right Peter, beg me like a good boy."
Much to Wade's actual surprise, Peter did as he was told and immediately started begging. He begged to be fucked harder and deeper. "Please Wade, please, fuck me, fuck... I wanna be your good boy, Wade, shit."
Wade lifted Peter's other leg and the angle let him push even deeper into Peter's tight warmth. Wade had to admit, casually being balls-deep in a minor out in public was so fucking thrilling. Illegal, but thrilling all the same. Little Peter was so fucking sinful and addicting, once he started thinking about it he just couldn't make it go away until he came inside of Peter's shapely little ass. And now that he had the little Spiderling folded in half and impaled on his cock? He only wished he had a camera.
He shifted and let his arm slide across the back of Peter's leg, reaching out and easily grabbing hold of Peter's throat. Peter fucking wailed and let his head roll back, fingers loosely gripping Wade's arm.
"Oh? Do you like that? You like being choked like a little whore, Peter?"
For a half a second Wade was worried that the name-calling was a little too far for Peter until he felt Peter twitch around him. "Oh god yes, love it so much."
Wade was nearly getting off on just listening to Peter, this wanton whining side of him that nobody else had ever seen. Peter was usually very quiet, sure he talked a lot sometimes, but he was quiet. He used a quiet voice when he spoke, and he was very awkward when he did so. He was a quiet kid, but right now he sounded so promiscuous that Wade just couldn't help himself when he started pounding even harder into Peter. A simple shift of his hips had him slamming right up against Peter's prostate.
If he thought that Peter was loud before... Jesus Christ, Peter fucking screamed. Like actually yelled from the pleasure. His mind was just fucking gone at this point, focused on nothing but his own pleasure. Wade could feel Peter's drool on his arm but he didn't care anymore. All he wanted to do now was make Peter cum harder than ever before. He wanted to make Peter writhe and scream and cum for hours on end, but for right now he'd have to settle for making the most out of the little bit of time they had.
Wade kept violently beating against Peter's prostate, moaning because Peter tightened up with each thrust. Peter was getting a little too loud now. If anyone passed by the alleyway they'd think someone was being taken against their will, but Wade just couldn't bring himself to muffle Peter's chants of 'oh Wade, yes, fuck, yes, yes, yes, god it's so good, fuck!'. The chanting didn't last long because soon enough Peter couldn't even form words, producing nothing more than babbles and moans and whines, but they were so goddamn loud Wade finally had to reach up and cover Peter's mouth.
He had to drop one of Peter's legs to do so, but Peter didn't seem to mind the animalistic fucking. Being pounded so roughly that his body jerked with each thrust of Wade's hips. Their balls slapped together and it made Peter whine out as he gripped onto Wade's arm. He couldn't take much more of this...
"W-Wade, ah, oh god, oh god, Wade I'm gonna, oh god..." Was heard muffled against his hand.
With his lips right next to Peter's ear, he fucking growled. "No you don't, not yet Peter. Be a good boy and wait, can you do that for me? Can you wait for me Petey?"
Peter did nothing but nod his head, wanting to do his best to be good. Wade got tired of muffling the beautiful sounds Peter was making, so instead, he just slipped his fingers into Peter's mouth, letting the moans and drool run all over the place. Wade could feel his own edge, and he was standing on it.
"Alright, Petey. Want you to be a good boy and cum for me now. Come on, baby."
Peter came harder than he ever had, eyes rolling back as he clenched impossibly tightly around Wade. Wade was sure he felt his soul leave through his dick as he pulled Peter's hips firmly against his own and spilled his heavy load deep inside of Peter. Peter moaned louder when he felt it, and came again, but it was weak and the feeling sent Peter straight into being sensitive, but Wade wasn't finished. As he continued to fill Peter, he stroked the younger boy's twitching cock to milk out all of the cum that he could.
Peter tried to squirm away from Wade's touch, away from the touch that felt so good and still hurt so bad as it worked to coax more sensations from his oversensitive body, but Wade held him in place and refused to let up. Even as he came inside of Peter, he kept beating against the boy's now swollen prostate. Peter was full on sobbing from the feeling, tears now accompanying the drool on his face, but he made no move to push Wade away.
He cried out more, sobbing and whimpering and shaking violently as he came for a third time, leg giving out as the pleasure began to catch up to him. It felt so goddamn good but it was starting to hurt, but Wade still kept going. Wade came a second time and finally let Peter's other leg down, his burned hands being the only thing keeping Peter up. After a second of thought, he decided to let Peter fall down onto his knees. He let the boy fall forward onto the dirt, shoulders and face against the ground as he continued to fuck into him.
Peter clawed at the ground, sobbing as his dick started to harden up again despite all the abuse it's received in the last 15 minutes. Wade still didn't let up, but he couldn't stop himself from complimenting Peter. He told him about how pretty that he looked, covered in sweat. He told him how beautiful he looked when he cried for Wade's cock like he was. He told him about how gorgeous he was getting fucked senseless.
Peter cried something that sounded like 'thank you' over and over again, but he was sobbing so hard it was hard to tell, so Wade folded his body over Peter's to achieve maximum depth as he continued to abuse his sore little hole. He left hot slobbery kisses on Peter's neck as he stroked him in time with his thrusts. He felt Peter pushing his hips back against him, and he was fucking living for it.
"Are you ready to cum again baby?"
Peter was finally able to force words out as he sobbed. "Please, Wade, please let me cum for you, Wade please, need it so bad. Cum in me, Wade, please, want it so bad."
Wade smirked. "Alright baby, cum for me."
The permission was all that Peter needed before he was crying out again, painting the ground beneath him as Wade filled him up farther.
Wade pulled out slowly and gently pressed Peter's first plug into him instead. Peter blushed, knowing that it was inside of him now. They'd talked about it before, and Wade delivered because nothing was too good for his baby boy. Especially nothing like this plug, adorned with a pretty red jewel on the end. Wade helped Peter back into his clothes and caressed him and cuddled him and kissed him as much and as gently as he could. Peter looked so blissed out it was almost comical.
Wade didn't want to leave Peter now, but he had to make sure that he got back to school on time. Peter didn't want to go back either, he just wanted to cuddle and bang right here in the alley all day long, but soon adults would know he was gone. So Wade loaded Peter into his car and drove him back to school, making sure to ditch the car somewhere as soon as he was gone.
...Now that he'd been with Peter again, all he had to do now was wait for the plan to be set in motion... Wade wondered if it would work this time, but if it didn't, he'd keep trying until it did.
...He didn't think that Peter would mind too much.