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Logan does know it's only a matter of time, Wade won't keep his mouth shut for long, but he does sigh in great disappointment when he starts to yap again. His eyes roll and he tries to remember how great a few minutes ago was, as a reason why he shouldn't cut off his head and throw it out the window. This is the post-nut clarity, when he realizes how much ground he gave Wade by hooking up with the idiot. He could stab Wade and say it's never gonna happen again, but that would be a lie. Even now he's thinking about shoving Wade down on his cock to shut him up, rather than breaking his jaw.

"Shut up," he mutters, but this time it's less angry and almost with a touch of embarrassment. Because Wade is highlighting something nice he did with his shirt and it is being perceived and commented on, which makes Logan very uncomfortable. "I don't like you, I want to fuck you, those are two different things." If he can keep everything within those boundaries, that would make all of this easy. Fucking Wade in one category and liking him in another.

Logan is definitely about to push him off and put some distance between them before Wade's tongue is on his skin and he wavers. He's lapping up where their come was and god that's fucking hot. Logan scowls but doesn't stop him, allowing him to do what he wants, which he really needs to stop doing. The bite is a love tap at most but he growls in response to it, and it's not a bad growl.

"I fucking hate you." This is said without heat and he cups the back of Wade's head. He doesn't have any hair to trail fingers through or he'd be doing that, but his nails scrape down his neck and to his shoulder. It's tacit permission for Wade to keep doing what he wants, Logan's not going to stop him, at least not yet. "If you say anything about this outside of us, I'll kill you." Logan's private business is his private fucking business.

"Such a romantic," Wade cooed against Logan's warm skin, content to continue bathing him with his tongue. He was smart enough to know that the only reason his bare ass wasn't on the floor was because Logan still had some interest in continuing things. Meant that the merc was going to try to keep it from being a single hit and run. He felt greedy as hell and until Logan actually put an end to things, Wade was more than happy to use his stamina and endurance to feel as good as possible for as long as he could stretch it. If only he could keep his mouth shut, but. Nope.

Any other person might have been wounded to hear that the person they just fucked around with didn't like them, wanted to keep their little playtime a secret from anyone else that might have mattered. It didn't phase Wade at all. Wasn't just that it was something he expected from pretty much anyone he was with, he knew Logan hated anyone knowing anything about him. And he fully believed there were times the Wolverine hated him, but not so much he wouldn't jerk him off. You lose some, you win some. Everything about this night was still firmly in the W column.

"I'm a bad bitch, you can't kill me." He gave the skin in front of him another bite, this one with more force behind it. Still not nearly as hard as he'd been bit earlier, though. "I'm sure you can find a way to gag me, if you think it'll help." The thing was, his costume already looked like a gimp suit. Adding a ball gag would surprise exactly zero people who knew him, most would probably thank their lucky stars someone had done it.

His blunt nails scraped down Logan's side, leaving a trail of angry red in their wake. That itch under his skin that craved intimacy was starting to get stronger again. Wade leaned up and shoved their lips together. It wasn't a delicate kiss, though hardly as frantic as it had been earlier. He was being pretty demanding, pressing his tongue into Logan's mouth. Needed to find some way to sate himself.

Logan is a private person when it comes to things that matter. Everyone he loved is dead. There is nothing left for him to lose. So if he gets something that he could lose again, it'll cause him to either clasp on as tightly as possible, or panic and get rid of it himself. Whatever this is, it's better kept private, because he's not going to handle it well, in general. Anyone who was hooking up with him would be told the same thing. Wade's just more likely to be fucking mouthy about it and make Logan run for the hills.

For once, he doesn't want to run away, but it's testing him. Things that feel too good aren't to be trusted. Logan shivers at the little bites and scratches, completely giving into Wade's desires without stopping him. This permissive attitude isn't going to help his denial, that's for certain. "I'd stuff this come stained shirt into your fucking mouth but you'd like it too much." Logan drops the tank in question back to the ground.

He is genuinely taken by surprise when Wade kisses him again because the kissing while engaging in fucking made sense, and only barely at that. But they're lingering together now and that is going to get him uncomfortable. What is this, some kind of extended afterglow? They're just kissing for no reason? Logan's hand grips around Wade's throat and squeezes, pushing him off and holding it tightly. Not so much that he can't talk, although he sure as hell should.

Dark eyes narrow and stare into Wade's directly, intense eye contact lingering for a few seconds, as he takes stock of the situation and the man naked on top of him. Logan could try to end this now but it's stupid, he'll give in as soon as he wants it again. It's already done. The mistake is made. Might as well lean into it. "I want to fuck you." He repeats.

Good fucking luck getting rid of Wade regardless. He didn't just resemble the idea of a personification of herpes, he acted like it too. An incurable, painful irritation. That would have been true whether they had ever fucked or not. It had been years since Wade decided the two of them were friends, and he trusted the grumpy bastard more than nearly anyone else he knew. At that point it meant he would be in and out of Logan's life as he pleased for pretty much forever. Logan could run away, Wade probably wouldn't even blame him for it, but they'd end up near each other eventually regardless. Benefits of being the two bastards that just couldn't die.

The first twinges of irritation since the whole thing started took root when that hand closed. It had just been kissing for no reason. Just because it was a thing Wade liked to do and he'd gotten away with it earlier. Why should he give a fuck if it made Logan feel all weird and uncomfortable? His personal hangups were his problem. "Asshole." Wade's eyes narrowed right back at the man staring him down, holding his smouldering gaze and matching that intensity.

The sort-of request surprised him, though. He'd been figuring that he was about to get tossed on his ass, but Logan was reaffirming what he'd said earlier. Warmth that spread through his groin at just the thought and it was a dead give away that yes, he was down. Would've agreed to a lot dumber shit than that to keep from having the night be over that quick. He didn't even have the dignity to act like he needed some time to think on whether or not it was a good idea.

"If you think you can get it up again." His lips twisted into a smirk, not even hiding his attempt at goading. Wade was an idiot, and he wanted a fight. "I know you're getting pretty old. What are you 3,582 this year? Hope you have some Cialis or something to get you going."

The truth is Logan prefers it when people challenge him. His attitude might say otherwise and he gets angry about it, but he respects people more if they don't put up with his shit. He knows he's an ornery difficult bastard and the only reason he's still dealing with Wade is because he pushed back. Annoying as fuck, yes, but he wouldn't tolerate someone letting him walk all over them either.

So there's an eyebrow raise when he calls him an asshole. "Noted." Not just that he is an asshole, they both know that, but that Wade was pissed at his behavior. Doesn't mean he'll be kissing him casually now, but he acknowledged it. He releases Wade's throat at the same time. If they're going to be fuck buddies, they might as well get a sense of their quirks now.

Logan rolls his eyes and grips Wade's ass in his hands, swinging him to the side onto his back on the couch and sliding on top of him in one swift graceful move. He's heavy; he's already a large man all around and then there's the adamantium skeleton on top of it. So he tries not to put his full weight on him, a hand pressed into the couch next to Wade's head, his knee coming up to encourage Wade's legs to spread.

"God help me but I don't think being hard's going to be a problem with you, motherfucker." It's the highest compliment he can give, because it means Logan's confident sexual desire will never be difficult to encourage between them. It's the rest of it he's not buying in for. "Where's the lube?" Logan assumes that Wade jerks himself off enough to have it somewhere, and he's not about to just fuck into a man without putting the time in first. He rocks his hips into Wade's though, slowly, to let their cocks rub against each other again.

Logan didn't really need to be a gentleman about leaning his full weight onto him, considering the merc's body was made to handle things a lot less pleasant than that. He was smart enough to let it go without comment, though, because he was pretty sure that his reward would be far more likely to be a set of claws through his brain than some sort of cute blush. While normally that wouldn't be enough to stop him, he felt like blades dicing up his grey matter might end up killing the mood a little for at least one of them.

Fuck, it felt good to hear that he turned Logan on. Like, it should have been obvious, considering, but it felt great to have it said out loud. Even better that it seemed that the guy wasn't thrilled about it but couldn't help it. Made Wade feel all powerful and shit. He also appreciated that Logan was gonna take the time to make sure things were done correctly. Any damage might not have been long lasting, but if it was too much pain, Wade wasn't going to agree quite so eagerly the next time it was offered to him.

The dangerous friction of their bodies rubbing together again wiped any lingering annoyance right out of his mind. He wasn't the type to hold onto things in the worst of situations, but if his dick was hard all of the blood going missing from his brain made him incapable of giving a single fuck.

Of course Wade jerked off a lot. There wasn't exactly a line of people waiting to fuck him, and mutated genes or not he was still a man with needs. This was almost immediately confirmed by his hand digging into the couch cushions to find a small plastic bottle that was kept there. It was the good shit, too. Oil based, left the skin feeling all nice and soft. And it was fucking called Boy Butter. Just seeing it made Wade laugh like an idiot, like it did every time he took it out. "God, it gets me every time."

No one could accuse him of being mature. He was Deadpool.

Logan was generally a considerate sexual partner, something he would grumble about if anyone brought up since he hates being caught in doing nice things, but he doesn't like outright pain in the bedroom. Scratching, biting, roughness, that all turns him on, but he's not going to break any bones or use his claws here. It just ain't right in his mind. Though he'd probably be tempted by Wade. Just asking for it, half the time. He isn't being so bad yet. Annoying at most. Sexy instead.

He gave away a lot to admit he wants him but some people just do it for him. This asshole does. It's not the first time he thought about killing him in the same moment as wanting to shove his tongue down his throat. Go figure that he'd be this masochistic as to be turned on by someone who makes him want to scream in the bad way. It wouldn't be bad if he could get him to scream the good way.

"You got one of those everywhere in the house? Fuck's sake." Logan grumbles but he can't deny this is helpful given he didn't want to walk into the bedroom. He'd much rather be on top of him like this. He looks at the title and rolls his eyes. Wade's a fucking child.

Only now does Logan go back to kissing. See, he's fine with it in this setting. He sets the bottle to the side for now to get them back in the mood first, attacking Wade with his mouth. It's harsh and insistent, licking his way inside. At the same time his body moves against Wade, rubbing their cocks together to get the blood flowing, simulating the sex they're going to be having by a rocking motion. He pulls out of the kiss when breathing becomes a problem and moves his mouth down to his neck, biting down again although more of a nip this time. He should have expected Wade's whole body to be covered in scars but it doesn't bother him.

"You haven't said you want it." Logan's already revealed how much he wants it. It would be fucking nice if he heard it back.

"Yeah, gotta keep the good stuff handy, y'know?" A subtle joke, but one he was proud of. Wade also gave a little shrug of his shoulder, like his hoards of lube were nothing to be embarrassed about. Sometimes he just got in the mood to jerk off and didn't want to go hunting. His smile only grew wider at the roll of Logan's eyes. Still wasn't enough to turn the guy off. Must've really wanted Wade to be so tolerant of his shit.

The kissing works to shut him up again, and a pleased sound vibrates between them to show that he's grateful for it. Wade didn't understand whatever Logan's hangups were but he wasn't the type to stop and try to puzzle it out. Just took what he could get, rolling his hips upwards to show his own growing interest. He's breathless when it breaks, head tilting back and exposing more of his neck for the grumpy bastard to bite down on. One of his strong hand pressed against Logan's spine and the other gripped at an impressive bicep for something to hold onto for more leverage. Kept demanding more.

Wade was no dead fish, and he certainly wasn't a pillow princess either. He wanted to give as good as he got. Wasn't going to just turn into some proper submissive little thing merely because he'd be the one getting fucked. He spread his legs, yes, to make things a little easier. His eyes followed the lube getting set aside and a thrill swirled at his stomach at the thought of getting some more foreplay in first.

Logan's words blindsided him, and he couldn't help the exasperated laugh that tumbled out. "Holy shit. Are you fucking kidding me?" He grinned, arching his back. How could he not know, when Wade had been chasing after something like this for so many years? He assumed that it went without saying, but maybe not. "Have you fucking seen yourself, dumbass? I jerk off to the idea of your stupid perfect cock. I want you to rail me so hard I forget anything but your name."

Logan is a minefield of hangups, he'll always be difficult as fuck to nail down and make a lot of sense of. He's over two hundred years and most of it has been hell; even when it had moments of good, it was hell, because the good always turned into bad. To have all that hanging over him and still be willing to put down roots anywhere is more about him being weak and lonely. For someone who says he wants to be a loner, Logan is at his best with other people.

Wade reminded him of that. As annoying as it was.

He can admit that Wade's a good kisser. He draws him in, doesn't seem to mind that he's sloppy and intense. Logan doesn't want a passive sex partner so he likes Wade's eager reactions, rewards him with a suck on the curve of his neck that makes a mark that heals over right way. Logan's already hard but that was never a concern, he doesn't have whiskey dick. His mouth travels down Wade's chest, biting and sucking as he goes.

"Good," he grumbles. Logan wouldn't say he's insecure, but don't need to be to enjoy being told he's hot shit. It's been some time before he felt anything other than old. "Finally your mouth says shit I want to hear." And since Wade was being so complimentary and Logan was swept away in lust again, the clear path of his lips continues down.

He's rusty at sucking cock but that won't get in his way. He strokes Wade a few times to get him going before keeping a large hand wrapped around the base to hold him still. Logan doesn't do anything by halves. He isn't tentative. He opens his mouth and takes in the sensitive head, swirling his tongue on the tip, and dips his head lower to swallow down more. Not all the way as it might take him a second to adjust, but he's sure as hell going to get there.

It was actually kind of a genius move. Classic conditioning was perfect for someone like Wade. He was a hell of a lot more likely to behave if he thought that there was something in it for him. Selfish? Sure, but at least it was something Logan could work with if he chose to. His lidded eyes followed the Wolverine as he made his way down his body, tongue darting out to wet his kiss-swollen lips. "If I knew telling you how hot you are was all this took, I would have been screaming it from the rooftop." He smirked as he slid a hand down to rest in Logan's hair.

Wade had always been a people pleaser in bed, focused on the other person's pleasure over his own, thanks to those deep-seated insecurities. If someone was willing to put up with his stupid mouth and how he looked? Yeah, they deserved to be treated special. So having someone seemingly focused only on making him feel good? Mind blowing. He couldn't stop watching, sucking in a rough breath the moment Logan popped his cock into his mouth. "Fuck, you look really good like this." See? Conditioning worked.

His chest heaved dramatically, fingers twisting in their grip on the couch. It took everything in him not to shove rudely into Logan's mouth. Wade knew he had to be a good boy if he wanted the pleasure to continue. He was not only battling his urges, but also his mouth. Maybe he was doomed to fail, but damn it he was trying. "Logan," he breathed, then cut himself off with a deep groan. The way the tongue worked around him, the perfect heat of the other man's mouth... how long had it been since he had anything like this done to him?

His head finally fell back against the cushions, even as badly as he wanted to watch. It was almost overwhelming, but Wade would give the whole fucking world for Logan not to stop.

Logan's also learning that the conditioning this way was a good idea, because he grumbles contently instead of annoyingly hissing when Wade continues to say positive things about him. It works for him too. Logan has plenty of insecurities and self-esteem issues himself. He is dripping in self-hate and depression, wallowing in all his mistakes and the worst things about himself. Feeling good in general - about anything - is new for him.

He's never been a selfish lover. He enjoys making his partners feel good. Logan's secretly a softie when it comes to the people he allows into his bed, into his heart. He's never been good at fucking without feelings which is the entire problem with this, why he's trying to set boundaries, keep himself from getting too sentimental. Wade brought him home like a lost stray dog and if he's not careful he'll turn into a pampered house pet, given enough love and support.

Wade sounds perfect. The way he groans Logan's name gets him harder and he bobs his head on Wade, taking more of him in each time, until he's right at the back of his throat. He could gag easily but giving himself a few seconds helped keep that from happening, now he feels comfortable with it. He appreciates that Wade didn't gag him when he had the chance. He reaches out to get the lube and wets up his hand, moving it between Wade's spread legs.

His fingers are thick so one of them pressing into Wade might feel like two from anyone else. He pushes in a little faster than he probably should, but it's been a long time since he fucked a man like this. Distracting Wade with his mouth was one way to relax him while he opened him up, suctioning his lips tighter around Wade's cock the next time he lifted his head, licking the underside of his tip.

Getting blown is a pretty good distraction that helps ease the burn of getting stretched. Wade hadn't gotten laid in a while, and it had been even longer since he'd let someone fuck him. He was going to have to get used to the feeling again, but even that didn't make him mind that Logan wasn't completely taking his team. How could he complain, when he could feel his cock rubbing against the soft back of the guy's throat? It was the perfect distraction and was very much working towards its intended purpose.

When he felt like he had slightly better control over himself, he lifted his head and nearly came from the sight alone. Logan's lips stretched over his cock as he swallowed him down was enough to make his cock throb, and Wade tried his absolute hardest to commit it all to memory. New jerk off material, the next time he needed to get himself off. Wasn't going to have to imagine what it would look like, a scene hotter than any porn he'd ever indulged in was right there in front of him.

His legs spread further, encouraging him to keep up with what he was doing. "Fuck," Wade breathed again, tangling his fingers in Logan's hair and giving it a rough tug. Not enough to do any damage, but it probably stung. He just wasn't sure what else to do with himself, wasn't used to being made to feel this fucking good. Another strangled groan left him at the way that tongue teased his tip. Had Logan taken lessons or something? He would've asked if he had any control over his mouth at that point. As it was, the only things leaving him were curse words and sounds of pleasure.

Wade had wanted Logan to fuck him before everything he was doing, sure, but now he was eager for the Wolverine to blow his damn back out. It was apparent in the way he couldn't seem to stay still, grinding himself against the fingers that stretched him. He had never been so eager to bottom for someone.

It's been some time for him with anyone, let alone a man, but he remembers, and he especially remembers what he likes himself. Logan's never thought too much about his own sexuality, he's very direct about it. He wants who he wants and he does what he wants. Nothing complicated about that. Wade is more his type than he'd admit, someone more comfortable in his feelings and lighter-hearted, soft where it counts, hard when it does too.

It gets him off, knowing he's shut the man up. Logan can't help but comment, smug as fuck, pulling off Wade momentarily just to snark at him. "You're hot when you're quiet." Wade's just enjoying himself and moaning and spurring Logan on, it's definitely preferred. He doesn't torment him by waiting longer than that to get his mouth back on him, diving down fully to the root, Wade's cock hitting the back of his throat more firmly. It feels good, honestly. He's caught up in lust and good feelings, ready and eager to fuck.

Logan isn't gentle with his fingers because frankly, he ain't gonna be gentle with his cock. Wade should get used to that now because Logan packs a punch being large everywhere it counts, and he's not going to be sweet. They both want him to blow Wade's back out. So he thrusts firmly with his fingers, spreading him to two quickly, not teasing him. He could take his time but he doesn't want to, he's eager to get inside. He scissors his fingers and by the time he's shoving three in there, it's probably a lot.

He doesn't want Wade to come too soon so he does eventually pull off of him, with one final lick from base to tip. Logan sits up, his fingers still deep inside of Wade, to let himself get a nice look. The man isn't pretty, he wouldn't pretend otherwise, but he's sexy and appealing, built well and eager. Logan observes him for a moment, licking his lips, and decides. "Pick the position." He'd rather have just flipped Wade onto his hands and knees and take control, but he's feeling generous.

Wade didn't even manage to get a quip in before Logan was sinking back down on his cock and another curse flew out of his mouth. Between the rough stretch of the fingers shoved into him, and the eagerness with which Logan sucked him off, he was back to fighting for his life when it came to holding off an orgasm. Thank god he had been able to. If he missed out on getting to sleep with the Wolverine because he was too damn eager to come, he'd probably have to blast his own brains all over the wall.

Again, he ended up surprised. Logan was being awfully nice to him through this. Wade even got to decide how they were going to fuck? His eyes narrowed for a moment as he tried to decide. On all fours would force him to give up a lot of the power, but it had always felt better physically, gave whoever was fucking him a better chance of nailing his prostate just the right way. Was it worth the price? Absolutely. "I'm guessing you don't have any VHS tapes of the X-Files, huh?" He asked with a stupid grin.

There's a surprising amount of grace in Wade's movements when he flips himself over, managing not to slam a knee or elbow into the other man. As he moved, he hummed the chorus of The Bad Touch to himself, wriggling around to make sure he was in the most comfortable position he could be. Logan wasn't going to be able to kiss him to shut him up this way, but maybe he could shove his face into the cushions really hard if he got too tired of Wade's mouth. Not like he was gonna complain if things got a little rough, he'd done plenty to show so far that he liked it.

"All right big boy." Wade reached back to tap Logan's leg. "It's time for you to show me what you've got."

Logan's relieved when Wade picks what he would've gone with regardless. He is being nice but when it comes to sex, he wants the person to be willing and eager and as into it as he is. Giving choices guarantees that, and the next time, he won't have to ask. He'll already know the way Wade likes it. It means that Wade will remember he has his nice moments when he wants to be scary and angry instead, which is a downside, but all he cares about right now is to fuck him.

He is growing impatient now that it's closer and he lets Wade settle, moving up behind him into position. Logan strokes lube onto himself and rubs his cock at Wade's hole as the only warning. In this, he isn't going to be nice. Wade can take it. He's confident. He thrusts inside of him in one sharp movement, pushing as deep as he can until he's fully sheathed.

Logan groans loudly as he feels that tight heat surround him and bottoms out, his hands gripping Wade's hips to hold him in place. "Fuck, that's good." He does give himself a second to simply enjoy it; he's not doing it for Wade's sake to adjust to the size. That becomes clear when he starts to move once he feels like it and doesn't wait. Logan doesn't thrust into him too hard to start with, he's having a good time being quick and thorough.

"Your ass might be worth your mouth, Wilson." Logan slaps him on said ass and starts fucking into him in earnest, pulling his hips back when a thrust pushes him forward, keeping his body in Logan's control.

Gentleness was far from expected, not when the two of them were who they were. A person didn't get into bed with the god damn Wolverine and expect it to be tender. Still, the sudden rough intrusion stole the breath from his lungs for a moment, eyes going wide as Wade gave a painful grunt. "Shit." He'd known Logan was big, but jesus christ, it felt like he was being fucked by a battering ram.

The praise helped, as did the pause that allowed him to adjust to the sensation. Didn't really care why it happened as long as it did. It only takes a few thrusts before Wade was really getting into it, pressing back into Logan's hips to encourage him. His movement was restricted by their position and the hands on his hips, but it didn't stop the merc from greedily trying to get even more. He was pretty sure he'd never felt this desperate to be fucked before, and wasn't sure how Logan had managed something like that. Wasn't a good time to question it though.

The slap to his ass brought another hissed curse, his muscles tensing around Logan for a second and making him even tighter. Wade fell to his elbows, pressing his face into his forearms. The slightest arch of his hips and he felt Logan's cock bump against that sweet little bundle of nerves inside of him. There was nothing like that sort of pleasure, it was almost impossible to describe just how fucking good it was. The sounds he made gave it away, though, as did the way his hole kept gripping tighter.

The compliment was probably the nicest thing Logan could say about him. He wanted to make a comment in reply but his thoughts were being fucked right out of his stupid head. Wade grit his teeth, not allowing himself to reach down and jerk off just yet. He was so focused on the beating his ass was taking that he just let his own cock bounce between his thighs, leaking happily against the cushions below.

"Finally I know how to shut you up." Logan huff-laughs. "Thought it'd be choking on my cock, but this works too." That just means two sexual options and Logan's all for it. He wasn't so sure when this started if it was a good idea, but his dick is doing the thinking, and it's sure this is a really great idea. The endorphins and pleasure are making him stupid and he doesn't care.

Wade takes him like a dream. He squeezes in all the right ways, he lets Logan take over but pushes back against him desperately, and Logan growls in approval when he falls to his elbows. It puts him at a good angle and that arch of his hips means he's looking for something, so Logan adjusts and gives him exactly that. He thrusts deep into him but on the drag out he purposely rubs his dick against the spot, massaging Wade's prostate each time. He likes a man who knows what he enjoys, he wants to reward him, he wants Wade to have a fantastic fucking time.

Logan isn't much of a talker outside of a few mumbled things like so far, but really he makes different sounds. Groans, grunts, a rare long needy moan, growls and snarls, especially the latter when he slams a little too hard into Wade, rocking his entire body forward. Logan gets more aggressive though as he gets going, wanting nothing more than to fuck into Wade mindlessly, so he adjusts their position.

He pushes Wade forward so he's off his knees and lying down on his front, leaning an arm down to pin him to the couch with his elbow, applying pressure so he knows to stay in place. He straddles the back of Wade's thighs to hold him down there too, and then he really goes to town. His thrusts are fast and shallow from this position, making certain to try and give him that friction on his prostate since it'll be difficult to get a hand on himself like this. Logan is rough and hard, pushing into him in a way that makes the couch move slightly.

Oh, Wade was certainly having a fantastic fucking time. It took a lot for a guy with seemingly endless stamina to be out of breath, but he sucked in air like a man that was drowning. And in a way, he was. Swept out into the tide, head underwater, chest heavy. He didn't need to be talked to, loved the sounds that left Logan with each brutal thrust into him. Couldn't get over the idea that it was him that had the big guy sounding like he was having the time of his life back there.

Being pinned between Logan and the couch cushions was maybe the closest to actual heaven that he was going to get. He was a mess, struggling in the Wolverine's grasp, that never-ending urge to push back not lost just because he was drooling onto the cushion below him. Not that he wanted anything to stop, or to get away, it was just impossible for him to stay completely still.

"Fuck, Logan." No one had ever actually fucked him stupid before. But Logan was special, of course. Apparently wasn't the least bit rusty at it. Good for him.

Each thrust forced his dick to rub against the cushions below, just on the right side of not enough to get him off. It throbbed angrily at being ignored, but Wade was content to ignore it. There was something oddly freeing about giving up every ounce of control to someone else, to let them be in charge of both him and the pleasure that he was feeling. It was new, and he was going to have to maybe thing about it when his brain functioned a little better, but it was good.

Coming untouched? Not everyone could do it, wasn't quite as easy as people made it sound. But Wade could feel it building each time Logan ground against that bundle of nerves inside of him. It wasn't the same as just jerking off, every nerve in his body was singing with an almost violent level of pleasure, numbing his mind off until all he could do was grit out Logan's name through clenched teach. He knew exactly who was fucking him just right, and wanted to make sure the other man knew it.

For all his aggressive attitude, Logan doesn't always need complete control like this, but Wade hit all his buttons in both the best and worst ways, and he needed to take him exactly like this. It's a reawakening for him too, after so much time ignoring his body and refusing to give himself anything good. Not even his own hand, as if denying himself any joy would keep teaching him the lesson that he doesn't deserve it. It took saving a world - not his - for him to think maybe he could have an orgasm again. More than one. Without needing to punish himself over feeling fucking great.

Hearing his name was doing wonders for him at the moment so he keeps his thick arm holding Wade down, leaning over to pant near his ear. "Wade," he grits out, and he can't see it, but Logan's smiling. Maybe he can hear the satisfaction and sense the pleasure in him without needing to witness it himself. He bites Wade's earlobe hard enough to hurt and says his name a second time, softer, like honey dripping off of his gravelly voice.

Logan lets himself completely go then. If he seemed rough before, it's nothing compared to when he lets himself chase his need, pushing into Wade so harshly that the couch really does move now, with the weight and momentum of his hips crashing into Wade's ass over and over again. His hairy chest is dripping with sweat and some of the semen still left in it, he grunts and his breath picks up into pants as he loses his senses. He wants Wade to enjoy himself so he's still aiming to give him the most pleasure he can, but at this point, Logan's lost again. And he just wants to take it.

"Fuck." Logan doesn't see fit to warn him this time when he's going to come because it hits him with the force of a freight train and he whites out. His body continues to crush Wade into the couch, rocking against him to keep chasing that high as he comes and comes into him. He'll finish him off in a second if he needs to, for now he just pushes in deep and stays there, lost in sensation.

Hearing his name coming from Logan like that was fucking amazing the first time, and sent a jolt of pleasure straight to the tip of his cock the second. It was another affirmation that neither of them were pretending the other person was someone else. For all the game Wade liked to talk, he knew what he looked like and the delightful added strokes to his ego only served to get him further in the mood. If that was even possible with how far gone he was.

Something in the Wolverine must have snapped, and if Wade had been in his right mind that might have been when it occurred to him that he'd never actually let someone so powerful fuck him before. Each vicious slam of Logan's hips had him gasping for air, which was getting harder to secure with the weight of someone with an adamantium skeleton pressing down on him. It left the merc a little lightheaded, and soon he was seeing stars and unsure whether it was from lack of oxygen or the thrill knowing the orgasm he was about to have was sure to be strong enough to kill a mere mortal.

Trapped as he was, Wade could feel the way Logan's cock throbbed inside of him as he chased after his high. His heart beat raged in his chest, body getting a more thorough workout than it did even in his most intense fights. Then Logan was coming inside of him, warmth filling him Wade as his cock rubbed him just right. It was good enough to wring his own release out of him, groaning pathetically into the cushion as his muscles pulsated around Logan as if trying to milk him for more.

He was left a mess on the couch, laying in his own come, drooling and looking at least half dead. His brain was completely shut down, leaving him come dumb and content to just lay there and do his best to breathe. Yeah. He picked the right person to have fuck the life out of him.

Logan wouldn't be this rough on anyone else, Wade's proven himself more than capable of taking what he can give. There's freedom in that. He can act in ways he couldn't before, push harder, really let go. It feels incredible. Not only the orgasm, which is fucking mind-numbing, but permission to grip what he needs. He may be ruined for anyone else. Who else could be fucked to near unconsciousness and enjoy every second of it?

Logan groans loudly, his hips still unconsciously pushing into Wade past when they both came, feeling oversensitive but liking the edge of it. He sighs as he finally stops and lingers inside him, and then lowers himself down on Wade, his full weight overwhelming, but it's so he can press kisses to Wade's neck. Affectionate here in the aftermath, and he nips him lightly, before finally pushing off and slipping out of him. He regrets it right away.

"You alright?" It doesn't occur to him that something so incredible for him could have been too much for Wade. He trusted too much in them, and for a moment, he feels uncertain. He runs his rough-padded fingers over Wade's back, unable to resist curving his hand around the ass he just pounded into oblivion. Fuck, if he doesn't want to dive back in, live in there. This may become addictive.

The couch is ruined, it'll be tough to clean it. They'll have to do their best since he doesn't think there's much point in getting a new one when he plans on dirtying that up too. If Wade's amendable this is only the start. There are plenty of surfaces for them to end up on. "You're right. We should've been doing this instead." Fighting wasn't that far from fucking when it comes to the two of them.

Fortunate for Wade that his brain started coming back online just as Logan was giving that little bit of affection. Not quite aftercare, but enough to make him give a content sound in response. Another sound left him when Logan pulled out and away, this one a lot less pleased. The hand sliding down his back soothed him, grounded him while he got back to reality.

Nothing about Wade was uncertain when it came to answering what he was asked. "Are you fucking kidding?" He asked, voice hoarse and rough, evidence of what they had been doing. "That was the best fuck of my life. Feel like a fat kid that ate a whole cake." Ever the romantic, Wade. He felt just as addicted as Logan, already thinking about what they could do the next go around they had. Whenever that would be, he knew he wouldn't ever turn it down.

The couch... eh. Wade had enough money from mercenary work that he could easily buy another one. But it made more sense to maybe consider like... washable couch covers or something. He could worry about that later. Right now was just for basking in the pleasure and contentment he felt.

"We can do both." The merc offered with a shrug, smile tugging at the edges of his lips. It wasn't healthy, what he was planning on, but he knew they would still fight. It was who they were deep down, and they benefited from being able to take their aggression out on someone that couldn't die. But fucking would take out that aggression too, and Wade wouldn't be against Logan shoving his dick into him in the middle of a fist fight if necessary.

Logan can't help the ripple of pride and pleasure he gets through him hearing 'the best fuck of my life.' It's an ego boost for sure, for someone who hasn't felt good about himself for a long time. Saving the world gave him something, and this is a more personal level. "It was good," Logan confirms. It was better than good, but that's what he'll settle on. He agrees with Wade, it is definitely on a top list for him, but he's pretty sure if he gives this guy an inch, he'll take a few dozen miles.

"If you think I'm gonna fuck you while we're fighting ... you're goddamn right I probably will." Logan actually laughs and gets up, fully naked and not self-conscious about it, hairy and dripping in sweat. "Stay there." He disappears for a moment into the bathroom and Wade can hear the water run, before Logan reappears with a wet towel. His ruined tanktop is not going to help the come everywhere at the moment. "Move over if you want to save that couch." He can clean it off before it dries. It's not perfect, and they probably will need to get something washable, but he's trying to be thoughtful.

Or the truth is he's not trying to be anything. Logan is thoughtful. Just don't tell him so. The two of them are living here so he doesn't want to sit in Wade's come spot. That's just not living like an animal. He drops the wet towel on there and reaches over to grip Wade by the chin firmly. Logan looks at him for a second or two before he leans in to kiss him, briefly, a small sign of affection he figures Wade will soak up.

He feels good. Loose. Comfortable. It's a feeling that won't seize him with the type of terror to run, at least not yet. Until it's too settled.

"I don't like people knowing about my personal shit, so I meant what I said. Keep your mouth shut about this, do you understand?" It isn't Wade he has an issue with people knowing about, Logan doesn't want anyone to get opinions about his life.

Other than a soft grunt when he was made to move so that Logan could clean the couch, Wade was content to lay about and recover. There wasn't really a need to move, so he absolutely wasn't going to unless he had to. His dark eyes blinked slowly when his chin was grabbed, and as expected, a smile appeared on his lips. It wasn't really all that hard to please him, the gentle affection was something he craved, but certainly hadn't expected after all of the fuss earlier that day.

The smile faded pretty quick, though, the moment Logan again stated that he didn't want anyone finding out what the two of them had been up to. It wasn't like Wade wanted to go shout it from the rooftops, but he'd never been good at being told what he was allowed to do. His instinct was to rebel against any instruction he was given. Not a good time for it, though. "Do you really think anyone would believe me even if I told them?" The merc groused, pushing himself to sit up. There wasn't a soul alive that would believe Logan was messing around with Wade. No matter what universe he came from, and what he did there. They'd roll their eyes and laugh it off. Just Wade being his usual idiot self. "I said I wouldn't, and I won't. You should be able to trust me that much, asshole."

Wade's legs were a little unsteady when he first stood up, but his body recovered fast. A shower sounded like absolute heaven after all that. He rubbed a hand over his face. "Gonna go wash off." The merc lifted an eyebrow before turning and heading to the bathroom. He didn't mention that Logan was free to join him. Figured that went without saying. But he didn't expect him to, it was always hard to tell what the guy was thinking.

Logan sees the smile fade and knows that he probably hurt him, which isn't something that he really wanted. Logan hates people perceiving him and he's always been prickly when it comes to his personal life. Of course, it didn't help that he used to be in love with a kept woman, which everyone knew at the time. But the last thing he wants to think about right now is Jean Grey.

"Why wouldn't they believe you? It ain't like I'd lie, Wilson, just not interested in opinions." That's the truth. If Wade says it, Logan will grimace but not counter him, just get moody and annoyed about it. He doubts that Laura would care and she's the only one he'd care about knowing, but who knows how often they'll deal with the X-Men. Logan's been avoiding them because it reminds him of what he's lost, but he may want to deal with them some day.

Logan smirks though when he sees Wade unsteady on his feet, knowing he gave it to him good, and he shrugs his broad shoulders at the statement. He assumes the invite's there so he follows him. He's still got come on him, drying in his chest hair from their first bout, and he doesn't want it hanging on him. Seems no real good reason to avoid sharing one when he could stand to touch Wade a little more.

Dark eyes fix on Wade's skin and he curiously takes a closer look. He waits until they're in the bathroom to reach out and caress his fingers against his shoulders. "Never asked what caused this." They haven't known each other long but he's displaying some interest in Wade's story.

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