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Wade was sure the whole apartment block could hear Logan's yelping. Without context it probably sounded like Wade was torturing an animal -which he technically was- but this was consensual. The issue was that Logan *really* liked painplay. Something about his hundreds-of-years-old PTSD-riddled brain, fried pain receptors, animal instincts, and healing properties made -specifically Wade- hurting him feel so good. They had theorized that it is some habit from Logan’s animal side, lots of predatory animals play fight during the mating process and Logan was able to indulge that habit since his partner had healing properties too.
“Shhhh, Peanut. I don't want any more noise complaints!” Wade scolded as if he wasn't the cause of Logan’s shouting. Wade stepped back to take in the scene: Logan’s hands were cuffed to a bar above his head which forced him into a kneeling position, his entire body -other than his straining erection- was covered in gashes in different stages of healing. The surrounding area was covered in blood and his distinct three-claw scratches -which was definitely going to make Wade lose his security deposit.
Logan groaned as the largest of the wounds on his chest healed, his claws retracted as the pain dissipated, “I… want to cum…” His voice was rough from shouting and lacked any bite. His eyes were locked on Wade.
Wade rested a boot on Logan’s crotch, “Did you forget your manners, Princess?” Logan’s breath was shaky, “I thought I already taught you that lesson…” Wade used a ping pong paddle -that had been used for spanking- to tip up Logan’s chin, “What's the magic word?”
Logan’s predatory eyes scanned Wade: he was wearing an oversized Beyoncé T-shirt and a pair of threadbare boxers, his hands were covered in Logan’s blood and he smelled like iron. Wade was smiling which was a good sign, both Logan and Wade were no stranger to giving and receiving torture but Wade’s smiling meant that he wasn’t reverting to his old habits -he was aware this was consensual pain play and not an enemy he had to extract information from. There were traces of white powder under Wade’s nose, he had definitely done some lines while he was waiting for Logan to heal but the high didn't last long with the healing factor.
“Go fuck yourself.” Logan growled, the ping pong paddle struck his face hard -A small wound opened on Logan’s cheek from the strike.
Wade recoiled from striking Logan, he tossed the paddle aside, “That's not the magic word, dumb dog.” Logan huffed and struggled against the handcuffs, it felt like he was going to cum hands free if Wade continued this. Wade ground his foot down on Logan’s cock which elicited a moan, “You enjoying this, Peanut?” he laughed, “How fucked up in the head do you need to be to get off on this?”
Wade pulled on Logan’s hair until their eyes met, “shut up.” Logan spat, His insults were meaningless against Wade.
Wade chuckled, he leaned in until their faces were close, “I'd love to shut you up by shoving my cock in your mouth but I don't think you deserve it.” It seemed like Wade was going to kiss Logan but instead stuck out his tongue and licked the gash on Logan’s cheek. Logan pulled away but he was hoping Wade would continue, being demoralized and hurt felt so good. Wade wiped the blood from his lips -right now Logan would kill to pin him down and make out until they were breathless but not being able to fulfill his urges was a part of the roleplay.
Logan growled and thrashed against the handcuffs in frustration as his throbbing cock was left neglected, “Just let me cum you prick!”
Wade ignored Logan’s pleads as he leaned forward and bit down hard on Logan’s ear cartilage. Logan couldn't hold back a pathetic moan as the pain spread through his head, “Thats right.” Wade whispered. He nipped at Logan again while he wrapped his hands around Logan’s length and slowly rubbed. “How about you try using your manners this time.”
Logan groaned, his head was limp against Wade’s shoulder as the sensations of pain and pleasure overtook him, “I want t-to cum… Please.”
Wade hummed in approval but his hands slowed, “Should you maybe apologize for stabbing me in the dick before this?” Wade bit down especially hard when Logan grumbled in response, “Okay. I’ll edge you until you say those special words.” Wade squeezed Logan’s dick in a way to punctuate his sentence.
Logan bit his lip to suppress the pathetic whine that escaped his throat, he couldn't take much more of this.
“Aww. Does my dumb little dog need me to spell it out for him?” Wade chuckled, “All you need to say is I-M S-O-R-R-Y.” He stroked Logan’s length -once for each letter- as he spelled the simple phrase which had Logan panting and whimpering by the first ‘R’.
Wade fully removed his hands from Logan’s erection which prompted him to beg, “No- I- Im sorry.” tears sparkled in the corners of his eyes, “Please. Please, let me cum- ah~”
Wade had heard enough, he jerked Logan’s dick, “Good dog.” Logan thrusted his hips against Wade’s hands as his orgasm built up. Wade chomped on Logan’s neck which sent him over the edge, Logan gasped as a roped of white cum shot out of his dick. His thighs tensed and then went limp as this incredible orgasm spread through his body releasing dopamine and causing his claws to pop out.
Logan looked up to Wade, he had an annoying smile that was complemented by the sheer amount of cum Logan had unloaded onto his hands and Beyonce T-shirt,
“God, Peanut. We need to do this more often!”