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“We are not having sex like this,” Logan said.
“Oh come on, boo boo,” Wade, with Logan’s body and voice, jutted out a hip femininely and clasped his hands together. Wade just chirped, “You’ve never wanted to fuck yourself before?”
Logan scowled, “I barely wanna fuck you.”
“My princess is so mean... Oh my god, wait, I’m gonna put on my stripper heels!”
Logan grabbed Wade’s arm and barked, “You will do no such thing. Not in my body, bub.” However, when he tugged at Wade’s arm — that was actually his own arm — he didn’t budge. Shit. He never realised how goddamn weak Wade was.
“Oh, heh,” Wade giggled, yuck, “Sorry bub, not gonna be able to wrangle me like you usually do. If you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go see what it feels like to get fisted-“
Out of pure instinct, Logan snarled and pushed a knuckled fist to Wade’s throat, flexing his muscles. He huffed angrily, “No claws. God, you are useless.”
“Not even a steel skeleton. Be careful with my bones, my love,” Wade sang as he strolled to the bedroom, already kicking off his blue boots.
Watching himself behave like that made Logan feel nauseous and ridiculous. Fearing for his reputation, Logan refused to leave Wade alone and followed him in.
Logan began a warning, “If you take any pictures-“
“Oh relax, grumpy pants,” Wade was sitting on the bed’s edge, rolling down the trousers.”The polaroids are for vous et tu only.”
“I’m serious Wade. No fuckin’ pictures.”
“Alright, alright little man,” Wade glided his fingers down his own hairy, muscular thigh, “Holy fuck. These trotters feel as good as they look, babe.”
Logan rolled his eyes and joined him on the bed, starting to peel off his red gloves. The Deadpool suit was riding up his ass uncomfortably. Logan scoffed at the implication that Wade purposefully had the ass tightened. The only person who needed to perv on Wade was Logan. Logan half-expected a hot flash of jealousy to run through his veins, but strangely, it didn’t come.
As Logan stripped, the thick friction between his tumorous, scarred skin and the lycra made him grimace. Worse, Wade Wilson was probably the only person that ever had a worse stench than the Wolverine. “Do you ever wash this thing?”
“If bloodbaths count, then yes,” Wade shrugged, then pinched his nose, “Oh god. I can smell me. Wow,” he chuckled, “That is awful. This beautiful — and shapely — nose is such a curse.”
“Hopefully that motivates you to actually shower more than once a fortnight,” Logan grumbled.
“Not in the slightest.” Wade grinned.
Logan was already rummaging through the drawers for a shirt. When he found one of his own, he put it on, and frowned. Despite their height difference, the fabric draped down Wade’s body airily. “You’re so lanky,” Logan complained.
“Cachexia and chemo will do that to a guy.” Wade wished his healing factor let him build muscle. Or keep piercings. That was more annoying. “At least the healing factor got the osteoporosis, amirite?” Wade chuckled.
Wade’s body was… inconvenient. Logan has been walking funny too, not quite used to the added height. It was reminiscent of that spacey feeling you got when you stepped on land after being at sea.
That didn’t even mention the ache. From bending over to blinking, there was a sullen, deep ache sprouting from every atom. Logan was already aware that Wade was a broken, pained man. You didn’t even need to see his curdled skin to come to that conclusion. Weapon X had killed a piece of Logan too. It’s why he (and many others, Logan suspected,) tolerated Wade. There was a constant anguish and pain that Logan smelled on Wade. He… felt bad for him. It didn’t make him less annoying, but the pity remained.
Logan didn’t expect the total, constant, unending ache in Wade’s muscles to be physical as well as mental, but it didn’t surprise him. “This is too bizarre.”
“How do you think I feel? Being in your body is amazing. I feel like Optimus Prime if he got put in a hydraulic press.”
Logan snapped his head around and snarled, “Try again,” which would usually be intimidating to Wade, but there was nothing scary about his own bald head.
“It’s like a ‘roided up hobbit fucked Aslan and had a baby. I was the baby.”
“One more time.”
“I got that pothole pussy? Ow!” Logan socked Wade square in the nose, “Mother… fuck!”
Logan punched him again and again, flailing uselessly against Wade’s hulking body. It was like being slapped by a 3rd grader. Wow, he was weak. Logan hadn’t realised yet that Deadpool’s body needed his swords and guns to actually do any damage, and he wasn’t about to remind him.
Instead, he grabbed Logan’s swinging wrists and held them still, “Bad dog. Be nice to Daddy Wolverine or you’re going in the naughty corner.”
Basking in his newfound strength, Wade was extremely overjoyed by this The Change-Up storyline. Not to mention the elimination of the dull ache that seized him every waking moment.
With his bloodhound nose, he could smell the rage emanating from Logan. He had no idea that Logan’s sense of smell made every emotion so obvious. God, he wanted to smell Logan sexed up.
Meanwhile Logan was grunting as he struggled completely futilely, before giving up and relaxing in Wade’s grasp. After a little exertion, he felt so exhausted. Like, really exhausted.
Excited by the prospect of overpowering Logan for once, Wade was smiling like a madman.
“Be nice, Honey badger- or. Shit I’m the honey badger now. What do I call you? Little Red Riding Hood? Mr Krabby?” Wade gasped dramatically, and tugged Logan’s hands to his chest, “The Scarlet Bitch?
“I hate you,” Logan said with a sigh, relenting. He fell into Wade, and they slumped over on the bed, Logan lying on his chest. It was pretty uncanny and to hear his own heartbeat, but incredibly comfortable.
“Love you too,” Wade leaned in and softly claimed his lips softly.
Logan reciprocated with a confused expression. Kissing his own lips wasn’t exciting.
Wade buried his nose into his neck. “Mmm, this is pretty nice. I get why you always sniff me, peanut.” Wade murmured. Logan’s breath stuttered when Wade slotted his hands around his waist.
Wade grinned into his collarbone, “Do we like that, babe?”
Annoyingly, the answer was yes. The contact was doing something for him.
He’d wrapped himself around Wade many, many times, He took a lot of pride in being able to hold Wade’s waist like a coffee cup. However, Logan had never been on the receiving end simply because nobody had big enough hands for his girthy torso.
When Wade glided a hand under the t-shirt, up the curve of his spine then down into the small of his back, Logan gasped and sighed pleasantly. The drag of his finger was like heat lightning.
He mentally added the gesture to his ‘Things That Can Shut Wade Wilson Up,’ and also his more repressed, ‘Things I Want To Do Until I Die,’ list.
“Mm, I think we do,” Wade said with irritating glee, “You’re starting to smell like candy. Don’t worry, it’s my body so I know all the good spots, baby.” His voice rumbled through his chest, and Logan felt it all, shivering with the vibrations.
Being in Wade’s body was strange. Maybe it was the sensitivity of his skin. No wonder this man was non-stop horny; every touch against him sparked electricity. He could already feel his dick stirring.
“Is your body like-“ Logan snapped his mouth shut so he didn’t groan as Wade grazed his sharp hip bone with a nail, “90% G-spot or somethin’?”
“Yup. Mary Puppins is an alternate version of me, you know. We got a lot in common. We’re still not having sex?” Wade asked.
“Mmm…“ Logan considered it, “maybe we can try it.”
“You gotta be more certain than that, babygirl, ‘cause if we start, the testosterone in my blood is gonna make me fuck like a ten tonne adamantium truck.”
“Stop saying deranged shit with my mouth, Mouth.” Logan scolded him, “My body, my voice.”
“Haha, wait, was that a joke?” Wade sat up and looked at Logan, “Did you just make an abortion joke?”
“You’re an abortion joke,” Logan shot back.
“Aww, and he’s catty.”
“I think your ‘moron neurons’ are affecting my thoughts,” Logan said with exasperation, “Hopefully this body switch thing doesn’t last longer than five thousand words.”
“The Fourth Wall acknowledged too? Oh baby, I’ve never been more attracted to you. Wait, we’re in a book, or what? A fanfic? Man, I lost my meta awareness and I feel unnecessarily angry about it. No wonder you’re so stabby,” Wade laughed and tapped his temple, “It’s more volatile than the Hulk in a bomb vest in here.”
Now sat with Logan on his lap, Wade had to crane his neck upwards to stare into his eyes. Wow, Logan’s body was so short. His tiny titan. He passed a hand over Logan’s bumpy head. Wade was imitating the way he scratched Logan’s little hair-ears, but the gesture got lost in the meddling baldness.
Logan leaned into Wade, hugging his broad chest. The height difference letting him place his pointy chin on Wade's head. “Ow. Hurts. I am sharp, huh. And please get off me, your tits are in my face and I can feel the clit in my pants screaming ‘touch me!’”
“No, your tits are in your face,” Logan corrected him, but he didn’t move, rather enjoying the hug, “I seriously dunno why you’re getting turned on or why you wanna fuck your own body.”
“Well let’s see, my selfcest fetish plus my you fetish equals maximum arousal levels. Also I can like- Smell you. Everywhere. Because I am literally inside you — far from the first and last time by the way, I’m gonna fuck you until you’re 900 — and all I’m getting is pungent Logan stank and it’s so, so good.”
“You’re bein’ fuckin’ pushy.” Logan grumbled. He was enjoying the cycle of Wade rubbing circles into his shoulders then smoothing his palms up and down his sides, and repeat. It was very comforting.
Wade knew Logan liked it, both because a comforting massage was something Wade enjoyed against his ailing skin, and, if Logan were in his real body, he’d be purring. Just like a kitty cat. The smell of contentment and pleasure rolled off Logan in caramel-esque waves.
Wade had no idea that Wolverine could fucking smell contentment. What kind of horse shit was that? Embarrassment flooded him as he realised all the times where he’d tried to play off a moment of affection as a joke. Was Logan able to differentiate truth from lies like that? If Wade could sense pleasure, could Logan smell the pain?
“I’m sorry, pussy cat. We really don’t have to have sex. I’m only kidding. And I won’t jerk off if you really want me not to. Because of boundaries ‘n’ stuff. I’m actually capable of self control believe it or not.”
Logan just fluttered his eyes shut and enjoyed the caress of Wade’s warm hands. It did soothe his sore skin.
“However, a physical reaction is not my fault so don’t punch when you feel my boxers soaked through. All night.”
“Why are you the way that you are?” Logan groaned.
“I was touched by my uncle as a child and I’m sexually aggressive with men to feel in control of my own attraction.” Wade said, smiling. He squeezed Logan’s ass to hammer the point home.
Logan frowned. Wade’s jokes made it hard to tell what was hyperbole and what was truth disguised as a bit, “Really?”
Wade didn’t lose his grin as he firmly said, “Don’t question it, I only like my talk about trauma in one liners exclusively unless you’ve got a Wade Wilson BluRay subscription. Fifty bucks a month, buy one, get two blowjobs free. Okay, I’m horny again, shit. Should we just go to sleep?”
“Jackass,” Logan leaned down to kiss him.
And Logan reaching down, sat on his lap, skin to skin contact, was really, nice.Wade felt really. Really turned on. “But also I’m not kidding. I’m really soaked. Were you in the middle of going into your horny thing when we got swapped?
Logan shook his head, “I’m not due to go in heat for at least a week.”
“Uh.” Wade swallowed, “Okay. Are you sure?”
Logan chuckled in that earnest, heart way, and even though he was wearing Wade’s fucked up face, it made Wade’s heart jump. “We get a little handsy and you go into heat? Are you a pup or somethin’?”
“Am I a what? Aaannndd you’re wriggling in my lap. Okay,” Wade hissed, “Nope. Can’t do this, get off me.”
But Logan remained atop him, gyrating his hips into Wade’s crotch. Then, the man smirked. Fucker was doing it on purpose. “Relax, we can fuck,” and how Logan figured out how to purr words with Wade’s fried vocal cords, he’ll never know.
“Babe, you’re just saying that to please me and I appreciate it but-“
Logan just sighed, eyes half lidded and dreamy, “Are you gonna make me beg?”
Guh.
“It’d be nice- Ow.” Wade was punched in the shoulder.
“Fucking idiot,” Logan leaned down and initated a wet, opened mouth kiss. Wade’s tongue was pure heat and saliva against his own.
“You love me really,” Wade said, open mouthed and barely legible. He chuckled into the frenching when he sniffed waves of embarrassment mixed with affection rolled off of Logan.
Wade felt Logan nick his tongue on his fang and hiss, and a little bit of blood mixed into their frenching session. Wade moaned into it, enjoying the deep vibration of his own chest.
Logan pulled away fron the kiss, a shiny trail of saliva still connecting them. So sexy, Wade mused.
“Gonna shave my facial hair when we switch back. It’s so itchy against your skin,” Logan said.
“Logan, if you shave the facial hair, I will kill myself in front of you and Al to forever traumatise you both.”
“Alright, Jesus,” Logan rolled his eyes, “Nonsensical threat. Althea is blind.”
“She’ll get the message,” and Wade was leaning back into the kiss.
Logan was being a bit cagey. Maybe he was not as into fucking his own body, but he liked wade. That made Wade giddy like a high school girl. Logan like liked him.
Before long, they were humping into each other, frotting like their lives depended on it. Logan was hard as a brick down below much to Wade’s excitement.
“Feels weird.” Logan said, breathless from their broken make-out session, “Havin’ a dick.”
“Treat her nicely, will you? I miss her. I’m kind of sad”
Wade liked the pussy though. It was different to be sure. There was a bit of a phantom syndrome as he expected his rock hard little friend and his two marbles below, only to find them missing. He half expected to find a note down there saying ‘gone to get milk.’ Creamy hairy pussy was also fun so he’d enjoy it while Logan let him.
He nearly yelped when Logan slipped a hand into his boxers and aimed right for his clit with perfect precision. “That ain’t somethin’ you can do, bub,” Logan mocked him in a way that was somehow hotter than the fingers prodding at his pussy. Wade, shocked by the intensity, gripped Logan’s waist a little tighter.
Just then, Wade’s claws made an escape from their nesting place between his tendons and shot out, stabbing Logan right in the torso. All six of them. He screamed out a curse, the acute pain making his vision white out.
“Holy shit! Sorry!” Wade scrambled an apology, trying to rip out the claws but they’d wedged themselves between Logan’s squishy ribs, so ended up just slicing through the bone in a panic. Blood squirted out all over the walls and bedsheets. Logan lurched forward and gagged in agony.
“Fuuuuck,” He moaned, “Holy fuck, that hurts,” Logan wheezed as his flesh and bones stitched themselves backtogether at an alaramingly fast rate. “I’ve been stabbed by adamantium claws plenty before, bub. That ain’t a normal amount of pain,” Logan gasped. He was grateful for Wade’s ridiculously quick healing factor fixing the injuries in less than a minute.
“Yeah. Sorry sweetheart,” Wade looked a little horrified, “90% G-spot and 100% sore spot.”
Logan suddenly felt a strong sense of guilt for always stabbing him willy-nilly.
Wade never dwelled on just how easily Logan could slice through people in his daily life. No wonder he didn’t date non mutants. One out of control burst of emotion and your partner was getting split in half like a wishing bone. Plus, the claws ejecting really fucking hurt. Like ‘getting a papercut in the webbing of your fingers but forty times worse’ hurt.
He also realised that Logan wasn’t used to his pain tolerance (or lack thereof) and said, “So um. I take it you don’t want me to like… bite you or anything…” Wade pouted, immensely disappointed. He’s really wanted to do some animal freaky shit with Logan’s body.
Wade looked so fucking dumb pouting with those mutton chops.
Logan frowned and said, “No biting. It hurts like a bitch. Why do you like that?”
“I’m a certified freak, sugar tits.” He smiled.
Wade lifted him off his lap with ease. So tiny! He wished Logan would stay so pliable and liftable, metal bones be damned! Then, Wade shuffled and leaned back against the headboard, spreading his legs.
“Can you put your dainty digits back on my fat puss now?”
Logan scrunched up his nose, “I want you to stop saying strange shit.” Despite his obvious disdain, Logan complied, mainly because he wanted to see if a vaginal orgasm would get Wade to shut up. A dick one certainly didn’t.
Out of body masturbation is how Logan would describe it. It felt like one of those strange dreams you didn’t dare speak of. Instead of dwellkng on the odd scenario, Logan ran a slow finger up the slit of Wade’s cunt. Startled by the unfamiliar sensation, Wade’s thighs slammed shut as he panted. Logan growled a little, annoyed that his wrist was trapped, and tapped Wade’s knees. Obediently, Wade opened his legs against the mattress. Logan dipped his fingers in between his silky lips just to gather some of the slick and rub smooth, frictionless circles around his clit.
It felt like he had a live wire attached to all his nerves, electrocuting him over and over. Wade gripped the sheets, toes curling into them, guffawing and moaning. Then, he realised he could move too and it was hungry hip thrusts and whimpers from there on. “Knew you’d be a greedy little cunt,” Logan mumbled, forgetting that it was only imperceptible when Wade was in his own body. In response, Wade just undulated, his whole body wriggling beneath Logan. Face flushed red and yapping on about something insane. Of course. “Don’t tell anyone we did this,” Logan demanded.
“Augh, too late, mate. I texted Nessa- ohhh shit, that’s nice,” forgetting whatever inane joke he was going to make, Wade thrust into Logan’s touch. “Okay. Alright, Words getting a tad difícil, hermano.”
“Thank god.”
Logan wasn’t used to having such slender fingers, it made handiwork a lot easier. He lamented the pathetic whining from his own voice, but knowing it was really Wade whining was still making his dick ache.
He slipped two digits into the soaked Wade who reacted by clenching his hot walls around Logan’s textured skin.
“Wow that is- that is crazy,” Wade reacted to the sensation of getting fingered. “Fuckkkk, how do you take dick when this hole is tight as the day you turned eighteen?.”
Logan scowled, “Don’t say creepy shit.”
“Sos. Just- unfamiliar territory here,” Wade whined into the pillow, “Really. Weird. Ah just- a bit more“ Logan curled his fingers, reaching that soft spot with ease and Wade shuddered. The claws made a reappearance, cutting straight through the expensive pillows Logan purchased. ”Motherfu-ucker.”
Logan nibbled on Wade’s ear, knowing they were sensitive. He leaned into it. “You okay?”
“Yeah- just. I want you to fuck me but,” He cut himself off with a little noise,” Not sure I can do much more than this.”
Logan smirked into his neck, “What happened to ‘gonna go see what fisting is like,’ huh?”
“Thought it’d be easier as you. ‘M definitely not a natural bottom- ngh.”
“You just don’t shut up, huh?” Logan gave a particularly enthusiastic twitch of his fingers as he bit down on that rough gland on his shoulder.
Wade wrapped his legs around his boyfriend and grabbed his forearms. “I- I think I’m close, peanut. Wow. This is so strange. Kiss me maybe?”
Logan smiled cruelly at his endearing desperation and leaned him, kissing him. They didn’t take time to breathe, didn’t need to. The lack of oxygen made Wade feel so dizzy. He could barely breathe, suffocating into Logan’s mouth, his stiff stare, his adept fingers inside him.
The lewd sound of their lips and Logan’s palm slapping against his cunt filled the room as he tugged on his clit. Then, Logan slipped one hand upwards to Wade’s chest, brushing against the furry expanse before giving his nipple a harsh twist. In response, Wade keened, arching upwards violently and jackhammering into Logan’s hand. With no remorse, Wade lifted his own fist to his own stomach and pierced it straight through.
The sharp intense pain allowed the winding pleasure to bloom and Wade was cumming, cries muffled into Logan’s mouth. Strong muscles contracted and spasmed, eyes white as Logan finger fucked him brutally through it. He ripped his claws free scrambled at the sheets, cutting through them with the blades. Simultaneously, the fist gripping Logan’s arm accidentally crushed it to the bone.
After he’d come down, heavy chest panting, Wade said, “That- that lasted so long. Like the actual coming part. Seriously, I’ve had seizures less intense than that. I thought it’d never end. And I’m still fucking gagging for it. This heat shit is crazy.”
“Welcome to my world,” Logan said, dropping onto his knees.
“That was really the best, peanut. I’m getting so much field research out of this. When we switch back, you’re gonna think I’m a succubus.”
“You’d be an incubus.”
“Oh no, not at all.”
Logan just shook his head, “Moron.” This was all a bit surreal. He’d just made his own body cum. “Ah, fuck it.” Logan pulled his fingers up, dipping them into his own mouth and licking the digits clean. Wade had never been more attracted to his own face in his life.
“You know how weird it is to see myself acting all nonchalant and gruff? And you make me seem really fucking sexy? It’s what the kids call aura, babe. You’ve got it.”
“My turn,” Logan growled.
“Aura,” Wade whispered, mostly to himself, “What are we-“
Before he could even finish the sentence, Logan demanded that Wade go and get a strap-ons. “Okay!” And Wade sprinted into the other room and retrieved a big purple strap from god knows where and possessed it for god know why.
“Vanes-“
“Don’t give me a fuckin explanation, Wade.”
“Kay! We need to prep you first though, honey bunny.”
“Don’t bother.” Logan waved him off.
Wade’s expression stilled and became very grave, “We prep you.” Logan hadn’t ever seen him this serious about a subject, not even when he was about to die in the Time Ripper. A bit baffled, Logan just agreed.
On his hands and knees. Not sweating, as Wade was incapable, but panting and biting scarred lips. One finger, two fingers, three. The burn of it made Logan grateful he trusted Wade’s words. “Bottoming as a cis guy just ain’t for the faint of heart, princess. Trust me. Me and Ness always had to use the smallest dildos.”
Wade leaned over his back, pressing his whole body to Logan’s. “And you- you preening slut, you wanted the big guns,” The deep reverberation of his voice shook Logan to his core.
“Stop fucking talking, would you?” Logan complained, he jaw was hanging open, head slack against the bed, “I can feel it in my arteries.”
He was lazily jacking himself off, a little enamored with the new organ between his legs. His dick was leaking, and the slip and slide of the outer skin layer felt heavenly in tandem with Wade prodding at his prostate.
“Haha, you like it. Can’t lie to me babe. I can feel you tighten when I talk and your heart rate picks up dramatically. I’m like a cardiologist. If your cardiologist liked prostate exams and pussy.”
“Wade. Now.” Logan ordered. A dick in his ass was fine, but Logan’s toxic male pride didn’t like to beg. “Not doggy style.” Logan turned himself around and spread his legs. Preening slut.
“Magic words, princess?” Wade teased, stepping into the harness.
“Go fuck yourself.”
“Gladly,” Wade said, an unadulterated purr.
Without any further ado, Wade grabbed Logan by the hips and lifted his legs over his thighs, around his waist with ease. Then, with a wink, he sank into Logan, hilting inside him, “Good girl,” Wade groaned as Logan took him so nicely.
There was a strange vicarious feeling in watching his own strap-on cock fuck himself from a third person perspective.
“N-now that I’m thinkin’… Why do I always end up on the bottom?” Logan sighed, trying to distract himself from the fullness. It felt good, but he was overstimulated and overstretched.
Wade laughed, dragging himself out shallowly and pushing back in, “Cause you’re a natural, babe. Holy. This is so fucking weird. You look so pretty inside me, sweetie.” He punctuated each word with a well timed fuck. “Wish I could knock you up like this. God, you’re good.”
“Fuck,” Logan groaned, fruitlessly reaching for Wade’s hips. Everything was more sensitive in Wade’s body. The sheets against his back, the rough hair of his own thighs slapping against his balls, his own thighs. Not only that, but the movement along made him ache. Sore. But then it was sharply cut into by the dip of pleasure as Wade thrust into him.
Logan supposed, in some masochistic degenerate way, that’s probably why Wade liked getting stabbed during sex so much. The pleasure really did ease the eternal pain, huh.
Still, Logan wasn’t that inclined and rasped, “Slow down, please.”
“So polite,” Wade quickly obliged and stopped in his tracks. He supposed they rarely ever did anal. So this was strange territory for Logan too. “Sorry ‘m not stretching down there sweetie. Same reason your pussy’s like a vacuum. Healing factor and all.”
“This one’s too fucking big,” Logan complained.
“You literally told me, and I quote, ‘get the biggest toy, I wanna have your back blown out,’ endquote???”
“Didn’t think it through,” Logan grumbled, “But it is nice.”
“No G-damn way. Logan James Howlett, you are a fucking size queen.” Wade laughed incredulously. “Love it. I kinda knew it too. You love my fat cock. You’re easier when you’re under me. You’ve always been a bit easy,” Wade mused.
“Get fucked,” Logan growled, furiously pumping at his own length.
“Irony.” Wade was smiling goofily as he fucked out Logan’s brains. As usual. The facetious cunt, “You’re the best non-canon boyfriend ever.”
“More?” Logan propositioned.
“Of course peanut,” Wade pressed a kiss to his nose and picked up the pace.
Logan, admittedly, felt a but vulnerable without his ability to smell the fears and feelings of Wade. Although he knew the whole room stank of sweat and sex and Wolverine musk, it wasn’t the same. The body switch was like losing an entire sense. Wade, on the other hand, was nose deep in Logan’s scarred neck, inhaling the arousal as it poured from him.
It wasn’t long before Logan was comfortable enough for Wade to be jackhammering in and out of him at breakneck speed. Logan had gone silent save for the uh, uh, uhs and he was staring off at the wall beside them, too lost in the feeling of getting mowed to do much else. His cock and balls bounced lazily up and down, neglected but still dripping wet.
Meanwhile, Wade was buried in the sharp rise and fall of Logan’s chest. His own chest. With Logan inside it. Wade dropped a hand down to his left pectoral, atop his beating heart. That’s the place. Logan was right there.
He traced his finger along his sharp rows of ribs, up to his collar bones. He’d never felt very attractive, he felt wasted and meatless. But Logan made it look good. Delicate. Cool, almost. Brittle but in a sexy way. Like you break him and he’d let you.
Lost in the haze of pleasure, Wade pressed down and cracked the collar bone beneath his fingertip. Logan yelled and thumped his fists against his chest angrily, “Wade! What the fuck.” He hissed.
“Sorry, fuck. Just.” It dawned on Wade that Logan was always a penny drop away from breaking his brittle bones during sex, but practically never did (unless Wade asked him to.) He restrained himself 24/7 to be gentle with Wade. The realization made him lightheaded. “Can we switch positions?”
Logan rolled his eyes and for some reason, complied.
“So fuckin’ humiliating,” Logan hated doggy, but he had to admit that it let Wade hammer at that sweet spot. It felt so deep, so intense, so forceful — in the literal sense of exerting force. He thrust back in time with Wade. He was drooling into the bed but he was too fucked out to give a shit.
Wade suddenly stopped his roll. A disappointed and annoyed Logan snapped to stare behind him. “Fuck’re you doin’?”
“Wanna get lobotomized? I promise it feels really good. Not if you’re a woman with a mental illness in the 1800s though.”
“Try anything like that and I break your face so hard, even your healing factor won’t fix it.”
“Kayyyy.” And Wade went back to plowing him. A little more of that rough treatment left Logan gasping wordlessly. He felt the whole world flip, and then he was finishing into the sheets with a low, cute whine.
—
“That was pretty fun, you gotta admit, peanut.”
“I s’pose,” Logan mumbled.
“We’re gonna live forever anyway, might as well try the weird stuff no one else can. Tell me, in 200 years, have you ever done something that freaky?”
Logan pondered a little, “Yeah, actually.”
“What? What? Oh come on, don’t get cagey now, you gotta…” Wade kept rambling on, but Logan just took a puff of his Cuban and drowned Wade’s voice out, smiling.