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They didn’t talk about it when Logan woke up, because Logan woke up desperate out of his mind.
“Hey, sweet thing,” Wade murmured. “Awake enough to let me finish what you started?”
“Ngh.”
Logan shivered. He burned. He wanted to claw out of his skin and run as far and as fast as he could, wanted to burrow back into the arms currently wrapped around him and never leave. The tension that wound tight through his gut told him he’d been grinding in his sleep for a while, probably pushing his ass back against Wade like a goddamn slut. He knew he was clenching down on a chunk of rubber and not Wade’s dick, but as Wade rocked against the base of the plug, as he gripped Logan’s hips so Logan could only take what he was given, it felt like he was being fucked.
“Please.”
“I got you, honey. Gonna take such good care of you.”
A bottle clicked open and Wade’s hand wrapped slippery around Logan’s dick. No, not around — he couldn’t even jerk Logan properly, his hand was too big. Or maybe (just maybe) Logan was too small, small enough that Wade could cup the entirety of him and rub him off using only his palm. Like this, warm and safe and pampered, Logan let himself indulge in the fantasy. Because it was indulgence. It was utter luxury to be the center of this much attention. And it wasn’t just about fucking him right; he’d had lovers here and there who actually cared about showing him a good time, but his dick was very much not the priority (if it made the list at all). Sometimes when he got fucked on his belly he would sneak a hand down and get himself off (if the alpha wasn’t the type to get offended that their magical cock wasn’t enough for him). Rutting into his own dry palm while a jack-hammering cock chased its own pleasure was enough to get the job done, but this… Wade treating the handjob like the main event, like the plug stretching Logan open was an afterthought that he could take or leave… This was exceptional.
This was only his third time with Wade. The first had been the best sexual encounter of his very long life, and the second somehow managed to outdo that. But, to Logan’s alarm and delight, Wade was only getting better. Wade wasn’t just in this to get Logan off once or twice — he was learning him.
It was too much. Too much physically, too much emotionally. Logan buried his face in his elbow and gave himself over, going lax and letting Wade have whatever he wanted. Like Wade knew (because of course he did), he kissed sweetly at Logan’s shoulder, tightening his free arm across Logan’s stomach to lock him in place as his hand twisted just right.
“You gonna come, baby?” he cooed. “Can you do that for me?”
“Please,” Logan whimpered. He tipped his head to the side, baring his neck. “Please, Alpha, need you to — ”
Wade grazed the join of Logan’s shoulder and neck with his teeth, and he bit, and Logan yowled and jerked and came all over Wade’s hand. Wade worked him through it, gentle but persistent. His own hardness pressed solid and steady against Logan’s ass.
“Perfect,” Wade murmured. “My perfect, sweet omega, doing so good for me.”
Logan whined. He still felt hot, unsettled. Not cooling down, couldn’t cool down without —
Oh. Ugh.
“Did you come?” Logan asked, trying very hard not to sound like he was about to cry even though he very definitely was. Fuck this stupid fucking body and its stupid fucking hormones.
A coo, and a kiss on the bite that was already all-but-healed. “Don’t worry about me, sugar. This is all about you.”
“No, but.” A shudder wracked Logan’s frame, fever-hot and freezing all at once. “You have to. Alpha, I need you to.”
“Okay. Okay-okay-okay. I got you.” A note of panic in Wade’s voice, but Logan couldn’t hear it over the static in his own ears. “I got you, precious baby. Look at me. You make me feel so good, see?”
Wade pushed Logan onto his back, straddled him, shoved his own sweats down just enough to pull his cock out. It was big, so much bigger than Logan’s. Logan felt light-headed. He knew he was smaller than the alphas and betas in his old world (of course he was. He was grotesque, but he wasn’t a freak). But no alpha had ever wanted their cock close enough to his to compare. He finally understood why Wade’s unfiltered reaction the first time he saw Logan naked was to call him small.
Wade stroked himself slowly, brow furrowed with pleasure. He sucked in a breath when he caught Logan looking, hand speeding up. Murmured, “Hey, pretty.”
Logan preened. His chest rumbled in a rich purr and he clenched down on the plug, his dick giving a valiant twitch at the sight of Wade working his much bigger one so very close. By the time this heat ended, Logan was pretty sure he was going to have a full-on fetish for Wade’s hands.
(He was pretty sure he was alright with that.)
“This what you need?” Wade murmured. “Did my sweet little omega need to see how hard you make me? How hard you’re about to make me come?”
Wade leaned forward, bracing his free hand gently on Logan’s collarbone, fingers draping across Logan’s neck. Logan whimpered, tipping his head to push up into it, and Wade cursed.
Logan bit his lip. “Are you thinking about — ?” He flushed. Of course Wade wouldn’t be…
“Am I thinking about fucking you? Using that perfect, dainty hole to make my cock feel good? ‘Course I am, baby. Hard to think about anything else, what with you spread out under me like this.”
“Want you to,” Logan whispered, “please?” and the fingers around his throat tightened like a collar.
“Soon, honey. Not yet, though. Is that okay? Is it okay if I mark you up first, make you smell like me?” Wade’s breath came fast, the head of his cock dark and tight as it pushed through his fist. “Want you to smell like mine when I fuck you, okay?”
Fuck. Logan wanted that, so fucking bad. “Wanna be yours.”
“Mmm. You already are, baby. I’m just — fuck — I’m just letting everyone know. Oh, fuck, Logan, fuck.”
The hand on Logan’s throat tightened in earnest, and Wade groaned and jerked and hot drops splattered across Logan’s belly, the scent of Wade Wade Wade filling the air sudden and strong. Then Wade was dropping down beside Logan, throwing an arm over him and kissing apologies into his bruised neck, peppering them across his face.
“So good for me, kitten. So fucking sweet.”
The itch under Logan’s skin calmed. Alpha was happy with him. Alpha said he did good. Logan relaxed into a purr, happy to bask in it while Wade make a fuss over him.
Then his brain came back online.
“Uh,” Logan croaked. “Fuck. Sorry. That was weird.”
Wade hummed, tracing his fingers through the puddle of come, working his smell into Logan’s skin (and, Logan suspected, drawing a dick on his abs). “Lot going on in that sweet little brain of yours, huh?”
Logan huffed. “Don’t think that’s the head in charge right now.”
Wade twirled his fingers around the other head, sliding come and lube across Logan’s slit and making Logan yelp.
“Sorry,” Wade said, not sounding sorry at all.
Logan snorted. Fucking jackass. He nosed at Wade’s neck (that’ll show him), wincing as the knot inside him shifted. Fuck, but he was sore. “Can we, um. Will you take the plug out?”
“Sure thing, jelly bean.”
Wade was careful, but removing the plug didn’t feel great. And having it out and being empty felt worse, but Logan’s chest loosened so he figured it was a fair trade. It helped that Wade kissed his face all over, shushing and soothing him and generally treating him like he was made of glass. Logan shouldn’t like that. He shouldn’t. But goddamn did he ever.
“How long till we gotta get back to whacking that wallaby?” Wade asked between kisses. “Long enough to put you in a bath? Bee tee dubs, I almost said ‘cleaning the kangaroo’s clock,’ but that shit is hard. If you don’t take that motherfucker down in the first round you better have your affairs in order because those bitch-ass marsupials will outlast you. And have you ever seen a wallaby? They’re adorable. And tiny and cute, just like your tiny cute adorable — ”
“I get it,” Logan said. “Please never say those words in that order again. But yeah. Yeah, I want that.”
~
Their bathtub was surprisingly nice for such a shitty place.
Logan didn’t really get why until he noticed that Wade took a lot of baths, slathering himself with products afterwards and then cocooning in his fluffiest pajamas. He always felt extra soft in bed that night, and while Logan didn’t like how the fragrance covered his natural scent, he still smelled nice.
(Logan wasn’t sure when he started noticing how soft Wade’s scars could be, or when Wade was having high pain days. Or when he started having opinions about the way Wade smelled.)
Regardless, as big as the tub was, it wasn’t big enough for two grown men. Wade arranged Logan in the hot water and sat himself on the bath mat, leaning over the side to trace sweet nothings across Logan’s skin. He’d thrown on the robe Logan stole when the heat first hit, and he smelled like chocolate biscuits and sweat and their combined fluids (which was to say: incredible).
Logan let his head rest on the corner of the tub, filling his nose with Wade instead of the cloying vanilla-marshmallow-peppermint of the bath bomb. It wasn’t his favorite, but the gesture (Wade gifting him something important, Wade taking care of him) kinda made him want to cry, and the oils made Wade’s touch slippery and nice as he explored Logan’s body. It didn’t feel like Wade was teasing, or trying to rile him up. Logan could almost believe he was touching just to touch.
Wade murmured, “You okay?”
“Yeah. Just glad to have a break.”
“How do people who aren’t as rough-and-tough as The Wolverine handle this? It seems pretty intense.”
Logan had spent days dreading this conversation, but now it felt easy. Wade was curious, was all. Wade was curious about him, and it had been a long time since anyone had asked Logan about himself with any kind of good intent. He considered the question while he adjusted to the feeling of being pleasantly scrutinized. He hadn’t actually been with a lot of omegas. Had never helped one through a heat. If an omega needed an alpha, Logan obviously wasn’t enough. But for the omegas who preferred other omegas, he was too big, too aggressive. Too much.
Too much. Not enough
Never just right.
“I don’t know,” Logan said. Wade was stroking idly at his neck, and it made it fucking impossible to think, and the bastard definitely knew it. “I think they get lost. Lose themselves in it until it’s over.”
Wade hummed. “I’m glad you’re here for now,” he decided. “That feral slut shit is hot as hell. But I like having you here with me.”
Logan flushed, trying to believe it. Believe that Wade wanted him for more than a needy, desperate hole. Believe that Wade wanted him at all. It helped that Wade never stopped touching him. Exploring, like Logan’s body was interesting enough to spend time on.
A hand curled around Logan’s belly. Wade asked, “Can you get knocked up?”
Logan snorted. “Hasn’t happened yet. But maybe I’m just lucky.”
“Probably hard to keep the condom from breaking during a fuckfest like this.”
“Mmm. Hard to get most alphas to wrap it up.”
There was a silence and Wade’s hand stilled, and Logan opened his eyes. Wade looked thoughtful, in a way that Logan didn’t understand and that made him feel kind of weird. He added, “You don’t have to wear one. If we. Y’know. Do it. I know it doesn’t feel as good.”
Wade quirked a smile. “Child support doesn’t feel great either.” His hands continued to meander. “Don’t get me wrong, you’d look great preggers. All fat and happy. None of this dehydrated, shrink-wrapped shit, as nice as it reads on the big screen.”
Logan squirmed, annoyed that he was almost understanding half the bullshit Wade spouted. He had put on a few pounds, eating solid meals instead of drinking his dinner. He hadn’t given it much thought, but now with Wade’s hands so tender on his stomach and hips… Well. Logan was nowhere near the ideal omega (that would never happen). But it suddenly caught up to him that the new softness felt good on him. Made him feel good about himself.
The way Wade was touching him felt good, too. Made his skin tingle, made his dick start to chub. It was hard to tell what was the fever and what was the bath, and Logan liked that — liked that he could pretend it was the hot water making him dizzy. Pretend it was just him and Wade, pretend that Wade actually fucking wanted this. That this had all been Wade’s idea, not an obligation.
Wade gripped Logan’s pec. Jiggled it a little. Logan made a truly humiliating noise, trying for a scoff but landing on desperate.
“Do men in your universe wear lingerie?” Wade asked. Conversational, like that question out of nowhere hadn’t made Logan so abruptly hard that he almost passed out. “Omegas, I mean.”
Logan whined, pushing his chest into Wade’s hand. “Sometimes. I mean. Some do. But not. Not me.”
“Good.”
Logan bit his lip. Of course Wade wouldn’t want to see him like that. He’d look ridiculous all dolled up, muscles and hair poking through flimsy lace. But when he cracked an eye, Wade’s expression wasn’t disgusted. It was hungry.
“Good,” Wade breathed. “Because the way I’m gonna dress you up, I wanna be the only one who gets to see. I want it to be special. All mine.”
Fuck. “Yeah?”
“Oh yeah, sweetheart. These,” he squeezed Logan’s pec and Logan burned, “these tits are gonna look so fucking pretty peeking out of lace and satin. Perfect little nips, hidden away. But I’m gonna find them.”
Wade tweaked Logan’s nipples, pebbled hard even in the hot water, and Logan whimpered. Goosebumps rose strange and shivery on his skin as Wade ventured lower, and when Wade palmed his dick and pressed it to his belly, Logan shuddered so hard water sloshed out of the tub and onto the bathroom floor.
“Aw, babe,” Wade cooed. “See how much I want you? I’m soaking wet just from a little playing with that sweet little dick. Can’t help myself. It’s just so precious, it’ll barely take a scrap of fabric to hide. Teeny tiny princess panties and you won’t even know it’s there. Gonna bend you over and eat you out until you cream those pretty dainty panties. What do you think, little omega? Would you like that?”
“Yeah,” Logan said. He couldn’t think, couldn’t move. Could barely breathe.
“That’s it, baby,” Wade murmured. “Relax for me. Let yourself enjoy it. So pretty for me. So good.”
The clever fingers on Logan’s body moved with purpose, confident like Wade was touching his own self. Soothing the animal in Logan. Teaching him to trust, to be taken care of. Taming him.
Logan wanted so badly to be tamed.
How could he resist, when Wade put more focus on him than anyone ever had in his entire long life? If Logan was Wade’s pet, he was a spoiled one. Everything Wade did was about him. His pleasure. His orgasm. The attention was as intense as the touch. Soon, the guilt would catch up with him. He would feel selfish. He would fret about making it up to Wade, he would do anything Wade asked just to prove he was worth keeping around.
That was all for later. Right now, he gave in. He gave up. He let Wade sweep him away.
Despite it all, he couldn’t fucking get there. If this had been any other day, Logan would have been at the edge in minutes (if he even lasted that long, with Wade’s magical hands on him). But this wasn’t any other day, was it? Any other day, Wade wouldn’t be touching him at all. And today wasn’t about him, not really. It wasn’t about what Logan wanted. It was about what his body demanded. His arousal was just a side effect, a bribe to make it so he had no choice but to be available.
“Can’t,” he managed to gasp. “Please…”
“I gotchu,” Wade murmured, “open up for me, hmm? Show me what’s mine,” and then he was pulling Logan’s leg up and pressing something at Logan’s hole, something slippery and rippled. Big enough to be satisfying, slim enough to slide in easy, and fuck, shit, it vibrated, Logan was done for.
“Oh look at you. What’d I tell you about crying, peanut? About what it does to me? What it makes me wanna do to you?”
“You can,” Logan gasped.
“Mmm. Even if the things I wanna do will make you cry harder?”
“Anything you want,” Logan said, and right then, in that moment, he really, truly, meant it.
“Because you’re mine, right? Because you’re my slutty little omega and you’ll take whatever I give you?”
Logan nodded desperately. “Yours.”
“Mine,” and the vibrations ramped up, deep inside Logan like an electric shock, and fingers were stroking the scent gland at the base of his throat, stroking and pressing and pinching, pinching hard enough to bruise, and Logan came so hard he shouted and thrashed and sent another wave of bath water over the edge and into Wade’s lap. Oops.
Wade cooed at him, petting his cock, holding his scent gland tight and secure until the aftershocks faded to quiet bliss.
“Pretty,” Wade mused, leaning in to lick at Logan’s face. “You know my favorite thing to do with pretty boys in pretty lingerie?”
Logan hummed, too boneless to guess.
Wade whispered, “I like to make them bend me over and fuck me till I scream,” and Logan doubled around the bolt of arousal that cut through his gut and made his cock twitch in a way that wasn’t really on the right side of painful.
“Wade,” he gasped. “You fucking asshole, you can’t… I can’t… even I can’t come again that fast.”