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It was a rough fucking day. When Logan normally tags along with Wade at his casual hit jobs, they don"t usually stress him out so much. They just get the job done easy, peasy. Kill some bad guys, yada yada and all that. And it was nice to do something once in a while so that he wouldn"t just rot in the apartment he now shared with his mouthy boyfriend and a blind old lady. (Logan was definitely not used to calling Wade that but it was a working progress. Besides, it has just been a few weeks since they put a name to what they have.)
But no, today drained him. He"s been more testy lately if he actually thinks about it...
It was probably the fucking withdrawal. It was getting worse.
Turns out the cons of having a boyfriend now is that for once, when he acted like the self-destructive little shit that he is, he now felt like he was dragging Wade along. Fine, it wasn"t really a con... It"s just that Logan was used to being miserable, used to kicking himself down and drowning himself in bottles and bottles so he could escape from his own thoughts for a little while.
But Wade ๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ถ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ cared. Wade cared, and Logan could see it whenever Wade took care of him when he"d come back to the apartment stumbling and barely able to hold himself up until he passed out on the couch after spending hours on a random bar. The seventh that he had been banned from in this universe already.
So maybe he hesitantly gave in and let the merc convince him to try and stay sober.
And fuck if it isn"t hard as hell.
Logan was exhausted and pent up and grumpy and god he craved a drink more than anything. Several, actually.
But Wade... Well, he had his ways to distract and ease him. So it wasn"t all bad.
Al was out for a date for plot convenience, and right now they were on the living room couch and Wade has his grumpy boyfriend with his back glued to his chest and grunting as Wade pumped his over-stimulated cock mercilessly. Logan"s thighs were trembling, and he could barely form any coherent words, his eyes rolling back into his head as he rested it on Wade"s shoulder and Wade was fucking mesmerized by the sight in front of him.
"You don"t look so scary when you"re all pliant and desperate in my arms, baby girl. You"re just a little kitty cat, aren"t you?" Wade coos in Logan"s ear.
"Shut the f-fuck up-" Logan grunt in annoyance but Wade could feel his boyfriend"s cock twitching in his fist and he couldn"t help but smirk. Logan mind was dazed. He"s lost count of how many orgasms Wade pulled out of him, his thighs and abs in a mess of his own cum. The pleasure was bordering on painful, and yet he couldn"t get enough, his body overwhelmed and desperate for more. His healing factor aiding his torture, reliving his libido right after he thought he couldn"t take anymore.
"Can"t take you seriously when you look so sinful covered in your own juices, princess. God, you look pornographic. You think we should make amateur videos? I think they"d be a hit. The freaks reading this would surely eat it up."
"Wade-" Logan warns through gritted teeth. He lift his arm and his claws pricked out an inch and threatened to come out, but Logan"s mind was too focused on the overwhelming stimulation to get them out properly.
"Ah, ah, ah. Down, boy." Wade scouts, tightening his fist on Logan"s cock and using his other hand to rub the palm of it against the sensitive tip, earning a desperate whine from his lips, the claws coming back to his arms fully. "Behave."
Logan could hear the grin in Wade"s voice and he wanted to fucking mutilate it out of his face, but he didn"t had the energy to do much more than whimper like a bitch in heat.
"That"s a good boy." Wade praises and Logan felt his cock throb at the words. "God, if you had a tail it"d be fucking wagging right now. That"s it, peanut, take it like a good puppy."
"Fuck-" Logan growls, and his hips rut desperately into Wade"s hand before he stills and shakes while another stream of thick ropes of cum paint his thighs. Wade ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ loved digging into Logan"s praise kink.
Before he could even catch his breath he gasped out a strangled whine as Wade"s hand returned to it"s previous movements, unrelenting.
"W-Wade!" Logan cries out, his legs trembling.
"Tapping out already, baby girl? Come on, give me one more." The merc coos, licking and nipping at the back of his neck and suckling marks that desapeared in seconds. "Do you want me to stop?"
"N-No... Please," Logan whines and he hates how desperate he sounds, but he also don"t fucking cares. Right now, his mind"s all fuzzy and his inhibitions said goodbye long time ago. He felt safe with Wade, like he could just let go. "Don"t."
Wade rewarded him by pumping faster, his free hand squeezing Logan"s pec and pinching his nipple in a movement that made Logan arch his back and whimper, his ass rubbing against Wade"s raging hard on. ๐๐ต ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐บ.
"W-Wade, I..." Logan pants, his cheeks warming as he tries to find words that wouldn"t make him want to blow up in shame.
"Hm?" He feels his boyfriend tightening the grip in his cock. "Use your words, peanut, go on."
"Shit- Wade... Want your cock." He moans, his cheeks flushing as he clench his fists tight. He could just feel Wade grinning behind him.
"Yeah? How do you want it, baby cheeks?"
"You know how." Logan grunts in response, whining when Wade slows down his hand almost to a stop, pumping in a torturing slow pace.
"Yeah, but I wanna hear you say it, baby."
"Just fuckin- Fuck me already before I impale you in my claws, jerk." He growls.
"Good enough." Wade shrugs with a grin and switches their position in a quick movement, putting Logan on all fours on the couch, making him gasp. "So pretty for me." Wade praised, spreading Logan"s cheeks. "You"re dripping all over my couch, baby girl."
"Stop fucking calling me th-" He"s interrupted by his own groan as Wade dives in and licks his rim, opening him up with his togue, reaching as deep as he could. Logan cries out, not sure if it was too much or not enough. "Wade... don"t fucking tease me, just do it already before I regret it and rail ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ instead."
"You"re extra bossy today, huh?" Wade chuckles, giving one last lick before moving to grab a bottle of lube in his pants pocket and desposing of them right after, spilling the liquid over his lenght. "Don"t worry, I"ll turn your brain mushy soon enough, cutie. Be patient for daddy."
"I swear to fucking g- oh ๐ง๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ." He growls as Wade slides in roughly, his initial grumpiness replaced by a rush of pleasure. Wade takes a punishing pace, forcing desperate moans and whimpers out of him. Logan"s arms were trembling, and he slacked his torso onto the couch, his back arching in a filthy angle that has Wade drooling.
"God, I wish you could see yourself right now..." Wade grunts behind him, a clear grin on his voice. "All strong and tough and fucking slutty just for me. Such eye candy."
Wade looks into an invisible audience and grins. "Yeah, I"m talking Hugh Fucking Jackman on all fours in the goddamn void level type shit, but like 10 times better."
Logan snarled but he could barely think of a retort to reprimand Wade, his mind buzzing in pleasure, lewd moans escaping from his lips that would have him blushing if he weren"t completely cock drunk right now. He could feel himself leaking pre-cum at the merc"s words and ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฅ he feels pathetic, but he fucking likes it.
He shivered as he heard a goddam camera sound behind him and when he turned his head to the side he saw Wade grabbed his fucking phone and was taking pictures of him in this position, and it really shouldn"t have sent all his blood straight to his cock the way it did.
"The fuck are you doing, bub?"
"Oh this one"s definitely going to my wank material album." Wade just smirked in response.
"I"m gonna rip your fucking fingers out-" He moans loudly when Wade grabs his hair in his fist and tugs it back, arching Logan"s back even more. Fireworks pop inside Logan"s head as Wade"s cock hit his prostate and brushes against it over and over in a quick pace.
"Shh, now kitty, just take it." Wade moans as he press the record button. "My little porn star, so fucking hot."
"Shit- fuck, fuck, fuck," Logan whimpers, his cock twitching repeatedly, his balls growing tighter as his body prepares for yet another orgasm, probably the fifth of the night or something, he wasn"t sure.
"Go on, Wolvie. Show me the good little cockwhore you are for me, kitten."
"Gonna cum, gonna-" A series of whines leaves his throat. His claws come out in a flash and dig into the cushions as he paints the couch with his seed, his eyes rolling back at the intense wave of pleasure hitting him like a train.
"God-" Wade wasn"t far behind. He gasps and thrusts roughly a couple more times before spilling inside Logan with a desperate moan, as if he"s been holding back just to bring his boyfriend to the edge first.
Logan was now boneless in the couch, his mind fully empty as he swims in the afterglow. He wasn"t thinking or worrying or craving any drink, and it just felt like heaven. When his heartbeat comes back to normal he unsheathed his claws from the poor couch, sliding them back into his skin.
After a few seconds catching his breath, Wade pulls out with a grunt and records with a smirk as his cum leaks out of Logan"s puffy hole before tossing his phone aside. He leans down and wrap his arms around Logan, settling them until they"re spooning in the cum soaked couch, barely fitting them both layed like this.
"We should get up and clean this mess before Althea gets home and wonder why the house smells like bleach." Logan sighs gruffly, but he doesn"t make any move to leave, his body too exhausted.
"Mhmm. Just five more minutes, mom."
Logan roll his eyes.
"God, you"re insufferable."
"Yeah, well, you love me anyway, peanut."
And he doesn"t reply anything, not a mean retort or an annoyed growl because it was true.
He does love this idiot.