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Logan and Wade were making out on the couch like a couple of teenagers in the back seat of a convertible. Wade was so lost in the sauce that he didn't notice that Logan wasn't hard until he palmed him. The older mutant grabbed his hand, breaking a few bones and the kiss.
"Gimmie a minute." Logan huffed stubbornly before kissing the younger man harder, growing angrier with himself.
Wade took the roughness for a while because who doesn't want 300lbs of sexy hairy old man one step away from eating him alive? But his dick still wasn't getting the memo.
Logan just slumped back after a little while and huffed defeatedly.
"Fuck!" He mutters to himself with this pouty, guilty, grumpy face.
Wade already knew it was pretty hit-or-miss when it came to lil Wolvie coming to the party. But little wolvie didn't have to be present to cum. Wade scrambled after Logan, who ran off to pout brood.
"Baby cakes, it's okay! Wolvie!" Wade got his face slammed in between the door and the frame, but didn't stop his yammering. "I wanna try something, Peanut. I know you like brooding like the big tough man you are, but nothing's wrong with needing a little more than some kisses to wake up. Can I at least try a few things with lil Logan before you pop my skull?" Wade knows damn well if Logan doesn't want to, he'll be clear about it, popping his skull right here. But he doesn't. He's curious
Logan eased off the pressure he was putting on the door, letting Wade come into their room.
"It's not gonna work, bub." The dark-haired man huffs.
"Worst case, I still get yer dick in my mouth while I rut against your shin like a bitch in heat, and we both cum our brains out."
Logan is aware that it's possible to cum with a soft dick, but he hasn't really done much in a few decades, and it worked just fine before, so there was never any reason to try it out. As he meets Wade's eyes, he looks like Mary begging for food. Stupid big brown eyes.
Wade was so excited, he got Logan lying down and naked with a pillow under his hips. Wade was shirtless but kept on his pink sweatpants, both because his ass is in fact juicy as the jewels spell out, but he also wants a little constriction on little Winston.
Knelling in front of him, Wade slings those massive hairy thighs over his shoulders and places a soft kiss on the limp cock between them. Logan looked away, a hint of blush in his cheeks that he insists doesn't and will never exist. The older man grunts like he's holding in a coughing fit as Wade runs his tongue over lil wolvie. Leaving quickly, cooling trails of sliva tangled in his bush and working his way down to his balls.
"Ya know, a teeny tiny(massive) part of me hopes you stay soft, you ever had a limpy orgasm? " Wade says, muffled by Logan's thighs.
"I donno, shuddup." Logan huffs. He's sure it's happened once during some overstimulation session back in the day, but he doesn't remember.
"Oh well, you are in for a treat. The writer thinks it'll do you some good. You're gonna cum your pretty little brains out like the good boy you are." Wade coos.
Logan hates that nickname. Well, more than anything, he hates how much it melts him. He's a bad man, about as far from good boy as you can be. But he can't really think at all about how much he hates it once Wade slides his tongue over his hole.
His traiderus cock doesn't even get half hard as pleasure shoots up his spine. He couldn't be upset, Wades tounge does some damn magic when he isn't chattering.
He does big flat licks between tiny probing circles, moaning like he's eating a five-star meal. Logan tries to keep it together; he really does. But Wade isn't having it, he finally slips his tongue inside, making the older mutants' backs arch.
"Look at ma pwetty k'tty" the scar-covered man murmurs, rubbing Logan's hairy flank with his tongue deep inside his ass.
Logan feels his cock twitch, but it's not even half hard, just sitting there leaking on his stomach uselessly. Guilt and shame creep in until he hears a small click, and the squirt of lube being poured onto Wade's hand. That redirects his attention fast.
"When the hell did you grab-uhhmph" Logan can't finish as Wades tounge was quickly replaced by a finger.
"The writer didn't want me to get up and leave this handsome, hairy hole all alone." The merc went on as he added another finger.
Logan couldn't process whatever insanity fell from Wade's lips because all he could feel was his prostate being pressed again and again and again and again. Wade stretches him out often, but he doesn't do it to make Logan cum, just to save them from the brief inconvenience of tears. But this was calculated, rubbing his prostate with pinpoint accuracy.
Logan reaches for his still flaccid cock, he can feel the heat in his hairy belly, but he needs more. But Wade swats it away like a cat.
"Nuh uh babycakes. My peanut doesn't jerk himself off when the Merc with the Mouth is around," Wade declared quite proudly before wrapping his lips around lil wolvie.
Wade can never say it aloud lest he get his teeth shattered, but he really loves the feeling of flaccid dicks in his mouth. Don't get him wrong. He likes a good deepthroat as much as the next slut, but something about the soft limp weight on his tongue, between his teeth, there's nothing like it. He's not gonna unpack the implications of that right now when Logan looks so damn gorgeous.
He's all flushed. A layer of sweat on his whole body, making his fuzzy tits shine in the evening light coming in through their window. It makes him rut his hips against the man's shin like a horny Chihuahua. Along with doubling down his sloppy toppy efforts, adding a third fringer, and zeroing in on his sweet spot with no mercy.
Logan takes his lip between his teeth. He thinks Wade might be enjoying himself a bit too much. The firm suction along with his tongue and fingers. He feels himself squirm, rut his hips on instinct to meet Wade's lips and busy hands. There's a pressure building, unfamiliar, more in his belly than his dick. His whole body quivers and tightens as Wade speeds up again. Looking up at Logan with big beggy eyes, not asking him to get hard but to 'cum his brains out.'
"Ngh-Ah Wade!" Logan gasps, panicked, almost by the sudden burst of pleasure that shot through his body.
Wade feels his cock harden just a bit, twitching and squirting a cute little mess that Wade just gulped down. The merc looks fucked out already, eyes rolled back, slurping and swirling his tongue around with his nose firmly nestled in the mess at the base that Logan rarely tends to. The moans that spilled from him almost felt like a vibrating fleshlight on his dick.
"F-fuck~" Logan whimpered, squirming his hips. It was getting overwhelming now.
But Wade just held him in his mouth until his hips shuddered and he let out a damn near pornographic moan, muffled by lil wolvie. Finally he takes his mouth off, a string of saliva trailing from Wades pump red lips to Logan's soft, twitching cock.
"Such a good boy, no your-no-fuck-you're my best boy, you came so hard for a cute little squirt."
Logan's panting, yanking Wade up to kiss him and shut him up. Which is basicly Wolverine for 'you were right, Wade and I love how perfect you are'.
"Kittens all cum drunk." He giggles, returning the kisses.
Logan lets it slide. Promising himself that the next stupid nickname would banish Wade to the couch. But despite several more cringy names falling from the merc's lips, he sleeps right by Logan's side all night.