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You losers are still here?
Oh, you want the after credit scene? We’ll give you a f*cking after credit scene, you perverts.
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They’d come crashing in through the front door making out only moments ago, grabbing at each other everywhere. The door had slammed into the wall, the knob busting the drywall.
“Not in the same room as me you nasty f*cks,” Althea had grumbled, turning the TV volume up with the remote. “Oh lord, why did you not make me f*ckin’ deaf,”
Sheepishly, Logan had pushed Wade into their bedroom and shutting that door a little more carefully.
Wade now lay on his side on the bed, one knee co*cked and hand on his hip.
Logan smirked from where he leaned against the bedroom door. “That supposed to be alluring?”
“Well, yeah?”
“Lose the costume.”
“I love it when you boss me around, peanut.” Wade said, standing from the bed and stripping out of the suit in record time.
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“Are you always commando in that f*ckin’ thing?” Logan asked, eyes raking hungrily over Wade’s exposed form. He stripped off his own shirt, the ripped tank top, and tossed it into the corner.
“You know it, babe.” Wade sat back down on the edge of the bed.
“Mask too,” Logan breathed, grabbing the point of it and tugging it off Wade’s head. “I want to look at you,”
He stood between Wade’s parted knees, looking down at him with blown pupils and blatant lust. Being exposed under Logan’s gaze was a heady experience. He was already fully hard, but the look Logan was giving him made his dick swell nearly painfully. There weren’t any reservations in those brown eyes eating up all of Wade’s scarred body. Logan didn’t seem to feel the need to have a few drinks before like Vanessa claimed she needed, and Logan acted like he needed a drink for everything. Wade swallowed thickly, and dared to raise his hands to Logan’s hips.
Logan practically pounced on him at the touch. He grabbed Wade’s shoulders and pressed him into the bed hard. His knee came up to rest on the edge of the bed in between Wade’s thighs. Their mouths crashed together violently, saccharine sweetness from their shared kiss in front of X Mansion replaced now by unbridled heat.
Without parting their lips, Logan crawled on top of Wade, straddling him. The seat of his Wolverine pants brushed Wade’s exposed dick and made him shiver. He let go of Wade’s shoulders to pet the length of his body, his touch unyielding. Wade moaned into his mouth, hands frozen on his hips unsure of what to do, what Logan would want him to do.
“Don’t try to play coy with me,” He said into Wade’s neck, biting his ear lobe. “f*cking touch me,”
“f*ck, yes sir,” Wade gasped.
Wade leapt into action at the randy demand, grabbing at his shoulders, his man-tit*, his back, his leather clad ass and thighs, indecisive about where to land and squeeze. Everywhere he touched, Logan was rounded and firm. He groaned, “God, all you are is f*cking metal and muscle, but you’re still so f*cking thick.”
Logan leaned back from where he was kissing and sucking Wade’s neck and collarbones, with large palms planted his chest. His smile was bemused as he continued to idly stroke Wade’s chest.
“It’s a compliment, trust me.” Wade said, pressing his fingers firmly into Logan’s flesh.
Logan hummed and recaptured his lips.
Their tongues wound together sinuously in the wet, messy kiss. Wade clutched at Logan’s rounded ass and traced another hand down his furred stomach. Logan moaned into the kiss and pressed himself forward as Wade rubbed his lower stomach, occasionally fisting in the coarse hair there.
For however much he squeezed and stroked, Logan petted and fondled him right back. There was no uncertainty in the way he touched Wade’s rugged skin. Wade’s co*ck stood at desperate attention as he ground up into Logan’s ass.
“Take these off,” Wade whined, tugging at the belt loops of Logan’s pants. He could see the bulge under the yellow material and his mouth was watering.
Logan acquiesced, tumbling off Wade to wriggle out of the pants and boxers in one motion and throw them in the vicinity of his shirt.
Wade fumbled around the drawer of the nightstand and tossed a half used bottle of lube next to them. He spread his legs invitingly, but Logan crawled back on top of his hips.
For a minute Wade was struck dumb looking the nude man over. He stroked Logan’s massive thighs, mouth watering still at the sheer broadness of him. Logan appeared to be taking another moment to appreciate Wade’s form too, which was just inconceivable to him. Wade wasn’t about to to shoot a gift-horse in the mouth though, or whatever the phrase was.
Taking in all of the tanned skin, heavily dusted in dark hair, his eyes traced every exposed inch all the way down to wear his huge, flushed co*ck was pointing at Wade. Wade’s stomach tensed pleasantly at the idea of taking it.
“You’re like the f*cking centerfold of a Play Girl issue,”
Logan grinned devilishly and took one of Wade’s hands from his thigh and guided it farther back.
“Oh, you wanna...” Wade whispered, brows lifted in surprise. Logan sat back with a huff.
“That a problem?” The words were harsh and defensive, but Logan’s expression looked unsure, maybe even a little disappointed. “Fine, I can be the—“
“No! It’s the complete opposite of a problem. I just assumed you’d be skittish about having your ass touched, since there’s usually a big stick up it already,” Wade teased. He traced the cleft delicately, in awe.
Logan smirked. “You don’t live two hundred years and not try stuff, bub.”
Wade licked his lips. He popped the cap and drizzled his fingers before bringing them back Logan’s ass.
“I’m going to get you pregnant and our baby is going to look like Freddy f*ckin’ Krueger,”
“You can try,” Logan chuckled.
“Scoot up,” Wade pushed at his rear, getting him to straddle his chest. Logan seemed confused. “Little more there, peaches,”
“Oh,” Logan blushed now.
“Getting shy on me? Big, bad Wolverine too shy to sit on ol’ Wade’s sketchy face?”
“f*ck off,”
Logan scooted forward until Wade said, “Right there, pookie. That’s the money shot,”
Wade captured the co*ck nearly poking him in the face and sucked at the tip. Tracing his slippery fingers between Logan’s cheeks, he began circling his hole lightly with an index finger. Logan made a little punched out huff as Wade pressed in to the first knuckle. With his un-lubed hand, Wade squeezed and kneaded the rounded flesh of Logan’s ass.
Logan looked down at him, eyes blown with lust and seemingly in awe from seeing Wade’s face working away between his thighs. Wade’s view upwards was rather nice as well, with the happy trail directly in front of his face.
“I should have shut you up this way a long time ago,” Logan said, breathy.
Wade looked up at him and slurped obnoxiously around his co*ck to show he wasn’t entirely shut up. Logan’s low laugh was breathless. Wade pressed in a second finger alongside the first. He gave a few pumps before beginning to scissor them lightly.
With the addition of a second finger, Logan seemed unable to stay still. His hips gave little stutters back and forth. Wade pushed on his ass to encourage him. His thighs flexed as he f*cked into Wade’s mouth just a little. Wade hummed in encouragement, his chin beginning to get wet with saliva. Logan took the hint and f*cked himself more completely into Wade’s mouth and then back onto his fingers.
Wade took him easily, practically purring as the thick co*ck slid along his tongue and down his throat while he f*cked and twisted Logan’s ass open with his fingers. Eventually, Logan shifted more fully back onto his fingers, letting his co*ck slip from Wade’s mouth.
“f*ck, f*ck, I’m ready,”
He wriggled in Wades fingers just a few seconds more before, reluctantly letting them slip from him and shuffling back down the length of Wade’s body. He hovered over Wade on his knees and Wade’s mouth went dry. He grabbed Wade’s shaft and lined him up, rubbing the head over himself.
“Remember to take it slow, kitten,”
“f*ck off,” Logan said again. “You think you’re gonna break me?”
Wade laughed, “Well, no, obviously not. We both know I can’t break you, but I want you to enjoy it,”
“Oh, I’m going to f*cking enjoy it,” Logan growled with a fierce smile.
He sunk down on Wade, enveloping him in his tight heat.
“Oh f*ck yeah, I’ve been waiting for this,” Logan said blissfully, grinding down in Wade’s lap.
Using his adamantium strength, he held Wade down with a palm to his chest. He stroked his co*ck with his other hand, slowly moving only a few inches at a time, savoring the stretch. When he finally seated himself fully, Wade nearly blew his load.
Seeming to sense this, Logan lifted himself slightly and reached around to pinch the base of Wade’s co*ck.
“Not so fast,” He grunted.
“Jesus, f*ck,” Wade groaned. “You’re so tight, and when you move it’s like I’ve got my dick in Chinese finger trap,”
Logan flexed his ass and smirked at him, before releasing the base to move again. He took it slow, shifting only slightly to let Wade’s co*ck rub his insides. Wade arched underneath him and tried to move more, but Logan’s weight atop his hips was uncompromising.
After a few more lazy rotations of his hips, he began to put his back into it. He rode Wade hard and fast and dirty. With an adamantium pelvis, each down-thrust was like being hit in the groin with a wrecking ball. Logan’s head was tilted back, eyes closed as he took what he wanted. Wade was burning up as his vice like ass ground down onto him. He cupped Logan’s rounded cheeks, fingertips pressing into the flexing muscles there.
“Yeah, oh my god, ride it, make your tit* bounce,”
Logan ignored his words. Without letting Wade’s co*ck slip out of his ass, Logan maneuvered deftly from straddling Wade and having his weight on his knees, to squatting flat footed with his hand still planted on Wade’s chest for leverage. The change in position gave him more room to move and he began to bounce more viciously. He’d let go of his co*ck and let it hang freely, where it was slapping his stomach and bobbing with his movements.
“Oh my god, that is f*cking hot,” Wade gasped. “Thats it honey badger, ride me like a f*cking bike,”
Logan growled and dug his finger nails into Wade’s chest. “Be quiet,”
He moved faster, thick thighs bulging as he pumped himself up and down. His ass made a lewd, wet squelching sound every time he brought it down on Wade’s co*ck. Wade squeezed his cheeks and stroked his thighs, trying to keep his bucking to a minimum so as not to disturb Logan’s movements. He appeared to find his prostate, moans becoming louder and less gravelly. His sinking squats became more frenzied. He hammer-jacked his hips in shallow thrusts now, grinding on the sweet spot.
“Hammer-jacking? Wrecking ball? This author must see you in all the yellow and be mistaking you for a construction worker,”
“Please, just shut the f*ck up,” Logan panted.
“Say please again, begging looks so good on you kitten,”
Logan snarled with a kind of desperate frustration and wrapped his hands around Wade’s throat, pushing down on it for leverage as he rode him.
Wade made a couple choking hacking noises, but when Logan made to move his hands away, Wade gripped his wrists and held him as he was.
“Oh f*ck, shouldn’t surprise me you like being choked you kinky f*ck,”
Wade grinned and pushed his hips up to meet Logan’s on one of his bounces. The older man’s breath hitched with the savage thrust to his prostate. Moaning, Logan increased his pace, shuffling his feet a little wider, deepening his squat, thighs dripping sweat.
Wade didn’t have a lot of wiggle room between Logan’s calloused hands wringing his neck (sexily) and his heavy weight repeatedly landing on his co*ck, but he kept thrusting up with his hips as much as he could. He grabbed and kneaded whatever parts of Logan’s undulating flesh he could reach while the man panted beautifully above him, his hair wild.
Quickly, Logan’s movements became erratic. His co*ck still bobbed untouched between them. Wade wondered if he was going to come like that. The thought made him push up harder into him, body and brain searing with the image.
Logan didn’t rise from his last plunge on Wade’s co*ck. His every muscle and vein were tense and bulging, his inner thighs particularly lovely as he strained them wide. He gasped and then Wade could tell by the intense clenching around his co*ck that Logan was coming.
Logan howled as he came, co*ck jerking and spurting come onto Wade’s stomach and chest. He shook violently and the claws shwinged out, just past Wade’s ears on either side, embedding themselves into the mattress with a puff of fuzz.
At that, Wade came too. He gripped Logan’s shredded hips and held him in place, f*cking up into him with shallow thrusts, hips angled to keep hitting Logan’s abused prostate.
“Yeah, f*ck baby, let me paint your insides,” He said, and a few more dribbles weakly came from Logan’s softening co*ck, as he slackened on top of Wade. Wade groaned, brain shorting out entirely as he emptied himself into Logan’s sloppy ass.
Thoughts slowly coming back online, he blinked dreamily at Logan who was smiling down at him, satisfied and a little bit smug.
He flopped onto his back next to Wade, and Wade instantly nestled himself against his broad chest. Without opening his eyes, Logan tiredly snaked his heavily muscled arm around him, and squeezed him close.
“Mmm, did you like that?” He mumbled, grinning sleepily.
“Like it?” Wade exclaimed, “That was the most insane f*ck of my life, I loved it,”
Logan hummed happy and sleepy, “Mm, love you,” He replied.
Wade’s heart stopped. He must have gasped a little, because he felt Logan tense.
“Sorry, too early—“
“Iloveyoutoo.” Wade rushed out.
Logan relaxed and opened his eyes to look down at him. His smile was wary, but he was smiling.
“I love you, too” Wade said slower, meeting Logan’s hesitant brown eyes.
The uneasiness fell away and Logan looped his other arm around Wade to squeeze him tight, nuzzling him. Wade could feel Logan’s smile pressed into the rough skin of his neck, and suddenly his eyes watered a little from the intensity of their shared happiness.
He hugged Logan back hard, internally flailing for something ornery to say to prevent himself from crying after sex like a huge loser.
“Gonna purr for me, kitten?” He came up with weakly.
Logan huffed a laugh and bit his shoulder.
“More likely to claw you up than purr, bub.”
“To be honest, the claws coming out was what did it for me,” Wade confessed.
Logan huffed a laugh and leaned back to look at Wade.
“Never heard that one before. I’m going to remember you said that,” He teased.
“Please do,”
Logan traced his cheek with the back of his hand. f*ck, Wade’s eyes started watering again.
Apparently Logan noticed. “You okay?”
“I’m just really f*cking happy right now, like so happy you’re about to get the waterworks and a proposal if you don’t get me horny again instead,” Wade sniffed, blinking hard.
Logan’s eyes bulged a little at the word proposal. “And I thought I was moving quick,”
“You did leave your entire universe behind, adopted a dog with me, and moved in to my apartment within two days of meeting me like we were a pair of lovestruck lesbians. Forgive me if I’m getting the wrong idea,” Wade rattled off. He was the one who felt a little defensive now, but he wasn’t going to back pedal.
“Ask me again in few months,” Logan kissed him tenderly.
“I technically didn’t ask. I threatened to ask,” Wade clarified against his lips.
“Right, unless I got you horny again,” He trailed his hand down Wade’s spine suggestively. “I think I can manage keep you that way for a few months, before I let you make good on that threat.”
“That’s just enough time for me to do better than a ring-pop,”
Logan shut him up with a kiss.
