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It was gross–he was gross, he knew that. 

Wade was very self aware, thank you. 

Petey was almost twenty two and Wade was…Almost forty. 

It was gross.

But shit, he got higher on this than anything he had injected into himself, and he had done a lot. 

Petey was just so sweet. 

He was so sweet. 

And for some reason, he had chosen Wade. 

Usually, Wade didn’t feel guilty at all when it came to the pleasures in life–he’d had so much taken away and so much pain inflicted, he deserved to feel good. But he felt guilty about his Petey sometimes. 

A lot of the times he could shove it down, but…Fuck, Peter Parker deserved better. Petey was perfect–he was beautiful and honorable and strong and had far more fucking empathy and compassion in his little finger as there was in Wade’s entire body. 

But Wade…Wade deserved some good in his life.

And Petey was an adult–he had a full time job with ol’ Iron Man, and did all his spiderling things, and had an apartment with his best friend–and he had chosen Wade. 

“Shit, you’re pretty,” Wade whistled as he looked over to where Peter was doing push ups in front of the TV. He was shirtless, which Wade approved of fully. 

Peter didn’t even need to work out, with his specially enhanced spider genes or whatever–he was always going to be in good shape–but he still worked out.

He was annoying like that.

“Shut up,” Peter mumbled under his breath, but he blushed viciously, and it spread from his face to his shoulders and around his chest. Wade could see clearly, and he smirked. 

He didn’t say anything else, though, choosing to sprawl out on the couch so that he was in a prime viewing position. 

Peter was only wearing a pair of shorts that clung to his thighs, his thighs and calves and ankles and feet so pretty and bare. 

Fuck, Wade could feel himself getting high. 

Just watching his boyfriend.

He was gross. 

But Peter’s feet…His dainty little ankles and his feet pink feet–fuck Wade’s thoughts went haywire when he stared at Petey’s feet. 

They were so pretty. 

Jesus, the things he wanted to do with Pete–and so many that he had already done. It turns out little Petey was quite adventurous in the bedroom. And in the kitchen, and in the fire escape of Wade’s building, and on top of skyscrapers. 

“I can smell you getting turned on,” Petey teased as he dropped to the ground, twisting onto his side and looking up at Wade. 

It was something to do with pheromones.

Weird but cute. 

“Your feet are hot,” Wade settled on blurting out and Peter just snorted.

He was used to Wade’s weird comments. 

“What, you wanna fuck them or something?” Petey snorted but Wade just stared, not bothering to deny it or deflect. 

“Yeah,” Wade responded with a shrug. He saw that the little spider was actually taken aback by his reply. 

Cute. 

He liked that he still shocked Petey–and in all fairness, a foot fetish was fucking mild compared to some things he was into. 

“Oh,” Peter exhaled with a slight shake in his voice that made Wade shiver deliciously. “You do?”

“I want to fuck your armpit, Petey,” Wade said simply with a hum under his breath and an agitated bounce where his fingers were resting on his knee. “Of course I want to fuck your pretty feet.” Petey’s head ducked to hide his blush which was cute, but was very obvious.

His ears went pink, it was cute. 

Everything about him was cute–including his feet.

Which was why Wade wanted to fuck them. 

“Really?” Peter squinted his eyes up at Wade on the couch, and Wade let out a snort.

“You’re surprised?” Wade raised an eyebrow. “Come on, Petey baby, you should know this.” 

“That you’re a perve?” Peter shot at him, even though he was smiling. “Yeah, I know.” And that had Wade’s lips twitching in a smile as well, finally smoking from the joint that was propped in the ashtray beside Wade, his attention completely on his lover. Except the buzz that came from being high–making his skin tingle all over and any pain from regrowing organs or limbs would numb–and then he would just bury himself in Petey. 

Or between the arches of Petey’s delicate feet, he was happy with either option. 

“Yeah, but–” Wade paused to let out a long stream of smoke into the air. “You’re perve too, Petey,” he sung out and Peter rolled his eyes but then he was pushing up from the ground and moving to sit on the couch, at the opposite end from Wade, with his legs up on the couch…And his feet in Wade’s lap. 

That was purposeful. 

Fuck, Wade loved how he got to see this side of the Friendly Neighbourhood Spiderman that came out when it was just the two of them alone. Or maybe it was more that Wade was a bad influence–that was completely possible–but he didn’t care.

Not when Petey’s pretty feet were in his lap and there was still some of that chipped blue glitter polish on his nails that MJ had painted last weekend, and they curled into Wade’s upper thigh. 

They were so cute. 

“You wanna fuck them?” Peter repeated, but his eyes were darker this time, and there was more intent on his face. It made Wade freeze and his breath catch in his throat as he realized that Petey wasn’t just teasing by dumping his feet on his lap. 

He was giving Wade an invitation. 

And Petey knew Wade well enough to know that he would never turn down an invitation. 

“Oh, fuck,” Wade hissed out, shoving the joint into the ashtray and instantly spreading his legs, one of them falling off the side of the couch. “Yeah, Petey baby? Gonna let me have your feet?!” Wade’s focus was on Peter’s feet as he wrapped his fingers around his Petey’s ankles, gently rubbing his thumbs over his heels, not noticing Peter’s face going even redder. “They’re so pretty,” he whispered, more to himself than anyone else. 

“Y-yeah,” Petey stammered and had to clear his throat, and that was when Wade looked back up at his lover, and smirked when he realized that Petey was still nervous about this. Probably embarrassed about it.

And honestly that made it better. 

He loved when Petey Boy got embarrassed–and Petey did too, even if he only admitted it on an occasion, in a very low voice with a very red face. 

“Cute,” he whispered again before he was shoving down the front of his sweatpants without any fanfare and pulling out his cock, which was already hardening. He heard Petey swear under his breath, but he was also wiggling around, clearly affected by what was happening, and that made him smirk again. 

Petey swore again when Wade reached between the couch cushions and pulled out a bottle of lube, but Wade just winked over at him. What did he expect? 

“Nngh, fuck,” Wade’s eyes squeezed shut as he poured lube onto his hand and wrapped it around his cock, one hand gripping tightly around one of Petey’s ankles while the other tugged at his cock. He forced his eyes open and met Peter’s, staring directly at him with his pink lips parted and his own hand rubbing over his lap. “That’s it, Petey,” Wade looked down shamelessly, seeing the outline of Peter’s cock through his shorts. “Make yourself feel good.” 

“You too,” Petey’s voice was breathless as he looked down to where Wade was holding both his ankles again, and moving them so that the arches of Petey’s feet were around his cock. 

Wade loved how wide Petey’s eyes were.

There was surprise and embarrassment and arousal–Wade could see how much the little spiderling was enjoying it. And that was what Wade loved. 

He took a moment to just watch as Peter slipped a hand under the elastic of his sweatpants, a shiver running through him at the first touch of his fingertips against his cock, and then the blush when he opened his eyes and looked across at Wade and saw him staring back. 

“Pretty Petey baby,” Wade’s voice was all syrupy, sweet in the way it always got when he was with his Petey. 

Fuck, he was lucky. 

“Lemme see you,” there was a whine in Wade’s voice as his fingers tightened around Petey’s ankles and pressing his delicate feet together more firmly, and the pressure around his cock had him gritting his teeth. “Come on,” he added with a pout because Peter was taking his time. He could be a brat like that. 

“Yeah, yeah, alright,” Peter rolled his eyes as though it was some big ask that his boyfriend wanted to see his cock, but he bit down on his bottom lip and Wade could see how turned on he was. 

“Fuck, yes,” Wade hissed out as Petey shoved his pants down further, one hand cupping his balls and the other wrapped around his cock, fully on display for Wade to leer out while he appreciated Petey’s pretty feet. “Fuck yes, Petey.” 

He missed the way Peter’s face dropped as Wade finally pulled his hips back and then slid his cock between the tight gap that Peter’s feet had created, his mouth falling open and his head tipping back at the pressure and the acknowledgment that Peter was actually letting Wade fuck his feet. 

It felt incredible, with the slide of the lube and from how firmly Wade was pressing the bottoms of his feet together, but it was also just…Wade had been looking at Petey’s feet for so long. 

Usually he walked around in bare feet–he was quick on his feet and he had all these spidey senses and he preferred his feet flat on the ground–and Wade had looked at them–a lot. And especially recently, when MJ had taken to painting his nails when he was over there, his fingernails and his toe nails and it was just–it was fucking cute. 

And cute made Wade stupid hard. 

Especially when it was his Petey being cute. 

This wasn’t going to take long, Wade realized that quickly as he looked to see the pink head of his cock peeking out from between Peter’s feet and it made Wade’s breathing come out all strange in his chest. His fingers dug into Peter’s ankles as he started to rut his hips back and forth, not even bothering to hide how desperate he was for it. 

“So pretty, Petey,” Wade panted and he looked up briefly from Peter’s feet and his own cock and over to where Peter was watching Wade’s movements closely, his eyes glazed over in a way that had Wade’s cock throbbing. “Fuck–fuck fuck,” his voice pitched louder, a bit whinier, and maybe if he was lucky, Peter would tease him about it later. He came all over Peter’s toes and his vision almost whited out as his fingers tightened around Peter’s ankles. 

Absently, Wade heard Peter groan and felt his legs stiffen briefly as he came, and he would definitely tease Peter about it later, because it really hadn’t taken him all that long, and he hadn’t even been worked up like Wade was–but his head was still spinning from the orgasm. As his eyes opened slowly, his head was still tipped forward and looking down at Peter’s feet, and at the way his cum was slowly dribbling down Peter’s feet and holy fuck.

“That’s so hot,” Wade’s breathing still wasn’t under control. “That was so hot, what the fuck?” He was whining and he didn’t care as Peter let out a weak laugh from the other end of the couch before he was pointing at a roll of paper towels on the table nearby, left out from when they’d had pizza the night before. 

“Pass me those so I can clean up–”

“I’ll just lick it off,” Wade shrugged a shoulder, already lifting Peter’s foot higher, that gorgeous, long leg stretched in front of him and Peter let out a squeal, he was left unsteady as Wade pulled him forward on the couch. “Spidey senses didn’t prepare you for that, huh?” Wade shot at him and Peter rolled his eyes as he slumped down on the couch, not bothered by the way Wade manhandled him. 

“Spidey senses never warn me about anything when it comes to you,” Peter replied with a happy shrug. “One of my favourite things about you.” Wade stared at him for a beat before he was lunging forward and wrapping his lips around Peter’s toe and Peter let out another shriek. 

“One of your favourite things, remember?” Wade smirked.