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It was Christmas Eve, and the apartment was unusually quiet. Blind Al was out at a party with her friends, leaving Logan and Wade to their own devices. Logan had spent the day planning- nervous, fidgety, but determined. He’d bought the red lingerie weeks ago, sneaking the package in like a teenager hiding something suspicious from their parents. It was a bold move, but one he hoped Wade would appreciate. Logan wasn’t one for grand gestures, but something about the holiday season and Wade’s constant care had softened him enough to make him try.
Logan stood in the kitchen, finishing the last touches on dinner. The aroma of roasted vegetables and salmon filled the air, the soft glow of the Christmas lights casted a warm ambiance over the room. He adjusted the collar around his neck- the red leather one Wade had given him. Wade’s name was engraved on the inside, a private mark of ownership and belonging. It felt right wearing it tonight.
The door opened with Wade’s usual dramatic flair. “Honey, I’m home!” he called out, shaking snow off his boots and stomping inside. He sniffed the air theatrically. “Oh, what’s this? A gourmet feast prepared all ready for me to eat? You spoil me, Logan.”
Logan grunted, his default reaction to Wade’s teasing. “Figured I’d do something nice. You’ve been putting up with me long enough.”
Wade’s grin softened as he stepped closer, pressing a quick kiss to Logan’s cheek. “Putting up with you? Logan, you’re the best Christmas gift a guy could ask for. But hey, let me shower first before I stink up your fancy evening.”
Logan waved him off, watching as Wade disappeared down the hall. His stomach twisted with nerves. Everything looked normal now, but once dinner was over... he shook his head, focusing on setting the table.
When Wade returned, the two sat down to eat. Wade dug into the meal with enthusiasm, groaning dramatically at every bite. “Oh, babe, you’re going to turn me into a spoiled househusband at this rate. This is amazing.”
Logan's chest fluttered with pride he huffed a quiet laugh. “Just eat, bub.”
As the conversation flowed, Wade’s sharp eyes caught the glint of Logan’s collar peeking out from his shirt. He raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Nice touch. Special occasion?”
Logan’s ears turned pink. “Finish your food first,” he mumbled.
The tension between them simmered through the rest of the meal. Logan could feel Wade’s gaze lingering, his playful energy dialed down to something more intent. When they finished eating, Logan gathered the plates, taking them to the sink. He was rinsing them when he felt Wade’s hands on his hips, warm and solid. Wade leaned in, his breath hot against Logan’s neck as he nuzzled the sensitive spot below his ear.
“Logan,” Wade murmured, his voice low. “What’s going on?”
Logan’s grip on the counter tightened. “Wait here,” he said gruffly, pulling away. He headed to the bedroom, heart pounding. Once inside, he closed the door, stripping off his clothes to reveal the lingerie beneath. He stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the straps and checking himself over. The red lace clung to his body, accentuating his muscled frame in a way that felt both foreign and exhilarating. The collar around his neck tied the look together, a bold statement of submission and trust.
He glanced down, noticing the slick beginning to trail down his thighs. The scent of his arousal was undeniable now, filling the room. Logan bit his lip, debating whether he could walk out like this. His nerves got the better of him, and he called out instead. “Wade! Get in here.”
Wade’s voice carried down the hall. “Coming! This better not be a trap, Logan. If you’ve got mistletoe and a machete, I swear-”
The door opened, and Wade’s words died in his throat. He froze, eyes widening as he took in the sight before him. Logan, standing there in the red lingerie, the delicate lace contrasting against his rugged body. The top was laced and cropped very short, and the underwear had little frills of lace on the hems, red garters sported his thighs. The collar around his neck gleamed under the soft light.
“Oh,” Wade said, his voice uncharacteristically quiet.
Logan’s face burned. “You like it?” he asked, his voice rough with uncertainty.
Wade blinked, his brain seemingly needing a moment to catch up. “Do I like it?” he repeated, his voice rising slightly. “Baby, I love it. Holy…” He stepped forward, his hands hovering before settling on the straps of the lingerie. His fingers traced the lace where it cupped Logan’s chest. “You look… stunning. Like, jaw-dropping, heart-stopping kind of stunning.”
Logan’s blush deepened. “Figured you might appreciate it,” he mumbled.
“Appreciate it?” Wade laughed softly, his hands trailing lower to rest on Logan’s hips. “Oh honey, I’m about to worship you.”
He leaned in, pressing a kiss to Logan’s collarbone, his lips lingering. Logan’s hands instinctively found Wade’s shoulders, grounding himself as Wade’s touch sent shivers down his spine.
“Merry Christmas, Wade,” Logan whispered, his voice low but sincere.
Wade pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, his grin equal parts teasing and adoring. “Best Christmas ever.”
Wade’s grip on Logan was firm but gentle as he carried him effortlessly to the bed, setting him down with care. Logan’s legs stayed wrapped around Wade’s waist for a moment before he eased back, his hands immediately moving to the clasp of the lingerie’s top. But Wade caught his wrists mid-motion, a mischievous smirk spreading across his face.
“Uh-uh, sweetheart,” Wade chided, his tone dripping with playful reproach. “This is my present, right? Shouldn’t I be the one to unwrap it? Where’s the fun if you’re skipping ahead?”
Logan huffed, cheeks flushed, but let his hands fall away. His lips twitched into the faintest pout, though he didn’t protest further. “Fine,” he muttered, his voice low and gravelly, tinged with a shyness he rarely let show. “You’d better make it worth it, bub.”
Wade’s grin widened as he leaned in, brushing his lips against Logan’s ear, his breath warm and teasing. “Oh, you have no idea how worth it this is gonna be,” he murmured, his voice dipping into a husky promise.
He pushed Logan back and his hand slipped down Logan’s body, fingers ghosting over the straps of the lingerie, tracing the lines where the fabric hugged Logan’s figure so perfectly. Slowly, his touch wandered lower, his fingers trailing over the delicate panties Logan wore. Wade’s movements were unhurried, savoring every second, every reaction. He let his hand dip further, pressing lightly against the heat between Logan’s thighs.
Logan sucked in a sharp breath, his body reacting instantly, his hips shifting forward into Wade’s touch. Wade chuckled, a low, pleased sound that vibrated through the space between them.
“Well, well,” Wade said, his voice a blend of teasing and affection. “You’re already so wet for me, pup. What’s got you worked up, huh? The holiday spirit? Or maybe just me?” His fingers teased through the thin fabric, drawing a small, involuntary whine from Logan.
“Shut up,” Logan growled, though his voice wavered- betraying how affected he was. His head tipped back against the bed as he fought to steady himself, but Wade wasn’t about to make it easy.
“Shutting up isn’t really my thing,” Wade quipped, pressing a little more firmly, watching with rapt attention as Logan’s breath hitched and his muscles tensed. “But I can keep talking about how absolutely stunning you look. The red’s a nice touch. You knew what you were doing when you dressed yourself up all pretty in my color huh.”
Logan let out a breathy noise and admitted “yeah.”
Wade slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of Logan’s panties, slowly peeling the delicate fabric down his hips. Logan propped himself up on his elbows, watching Wade with a raised eyebrow. “What’re you doing?” he asked, his voice gruff but tinged with curiosity.
Wade’s eyes flicked up to meet Logan’s, his grin as cheeky as ever. “What does it look like I’m doing, pup? I’m about to feast. It’s Christmas, after all- time for indulgence.”
Logan’s brow furrowed as a blush crept up his neck. “Wait,” he said quickly, his voice low and there was a shy edge to his expression. “I… I wanted this to be for you. A gift. I was supposed to be the one… doing more for you.”
Wade paused, his hands still resting on Logan’s hips, his expression softening. “Oh, sweetheart,” he said, his tone turning warm and earnest. “I didn’t know you felt like that. If it’s really that important to you, we can switch things up sometime- anytime! I’m always down to let you go at me. But right now?” He leaned forward, brushing a kiss against Logan’s thigh. “Well, I’m gonna enjoy unwrapping my gift. And there’s nothing I love more than seeing you lose yourself, Logan. That’s all I need.”
Logan looked away, his blush deepening, his gruff exterior cracking under Wade’s gentle words. “Okay,” he muttered after a moment, his voice barely above a whisper. “Then… you can have at it.”
Wade’s grin returned, bright and full of affection. “That’s my good boy,” he said, his voice teasing but full of genuine warmth. He kissed a slow trail down Logan’s thigh, his hands moving to part Logan’s legs. “Now, let’s see just how good I can make you feel, huh?”
Logan let out a shaky breath, his fingers gripping the sheets beneath him as Wade settled between his legs, lowering himself to be level with his hole. Wade tugged Logan's legs up and over his shoulders, positioning himself perfectly. The sudden shift made Logan fall back onto the bed fully, his breath hitching in anticipation. Wade gave a teasing grin, running his hands along Logan’s thighs.
“Damn, pup,” Wade murmured, lowering his head. He licked a slow stripe over Logan’s cunt, between his folds- his tongue dipping to taste him properly. The moment Logan’s slick coated his tongue, Wade moaned- the sound reverberating through Logan’s core. “God, you’re soaked. Just dripping, begging to get filled up, huh?”
Logan groaned, his fingers curling into the sheets as a deep blush spread across his face. “S-Shut up,” he muttered, though his voice cracked, betraying just how much Wade’s words got to him. And so what if he was slicking up for the bastard.
“Aw, don’t get shy on me now, sweetheart,” Wade teased, pressing a kiss to Logan’s inner thigh before diving back in. His tongue moved with skill, alternating between firm, deliberate strokes and soft, teasing circles. The wet, lewd sounds only made Logan’s blush deepen, but he couldn’t bring himself to care as pleasure overwhelmed him.
Logan let out a whine, his hips bucking slightly against Wade’s mouth, desperate for more. Wade chuckled against him, the vibrations sending a shiver up Logan’s spine. “That’s it, baby,” Wade said, pulling back just enough to smirk up at him. “Let me hear how much you love this. You sound so damn pretty when you whine for me.”
Logan growled softly, his fingers digging further into the sheets as if to anchor himself. “Just- just keep going,” he grumbled, though his voice lacked its usual edge, sounding more like a plea than a command.
“Oh, don’t worry,” Wade replied, diving back in with even more enthusiasm. “I’ve got you, pup. I’ll take such good care of you.”
Logan's legs trembled over Wade's shoulders, every nerve ending alight- and just when he teetered on the brink of release, Wade stopped.
Logan's eyes shot open, a desperate whine escaping his throat. "Wade, what the hell?" he growled, voice thick with frustration, hips bucking as if chasing the sensation Wade had so cruelly stolen away.
Wade, the absolute bastard, grinned up at him like the cat that got the cream. His chin glistened with Logan's slick, and he licked his lips obnoxiously slow, savoring the taste. "What?" Wade said innocently, a hand sliding up to squeeze Logan's trembling thigh. "You were about to pop. Figured I'd keep the present unwrapped just a little longer."
Logan glared down at him, cheeks burning crimson. "I swear to God, Wade-"
"Uh-uh-uh," Wade interrupted, his voice teasing but firm, planting a gentle kiss on Logan's inner thigh. "You said this was my gift, didn’t you? And I don’t know about you, but I like to savor my gifts." His hand trailed up Logan’s side, fingertips grazing over the delicate straps of the lingerie. "Besides, you look too damn pretty like this to rush things."
Logan tried to keep his composure, but Wade’s words, coupled with the way he kept his hands roaming everywhere but where Logan desperately needed him- had him squirming. His hips rocked involuntarily, seeking relief, and he cursed under his breath when Wade chuckled at his futile attempts.
"That’s it," Wade cooed, pressing Logan back against the bed with a firm hand. "Just lie there and take it, gorgeous- I promise it'll be worth it."
Logan wanted to argue, to claw at Wade and demand satisfaction, but the molten heat in his belly and the growing need overwhelmed all rational thought. Instead, he let out a low growl, somewhere between frustration and surrender- as Wade dipped his head back down- continuing to eat him out.
Wade pulled back from his place between Logan’s thighs, the faint sheen of sweat and effort on his brow making his smirk look downright devilish. Logan growled lowly, the sound a plea- his hips twitching forward, chasing Wade’s retreating touch.
"Easy there, puppy," Wade murmured, his voice a teasing lilt but his gaze held something deeper. "I know you're desperate, but I want to see all of you laid out like this a little longer. Gotta savor the sight, don’t I?"
Logan’s shifted where he laid unable to quell the unbearable ache Wade has coaxed to life in him. Wade’s hands glided up Logan’s sides, lingering just enough to make Logan shiver- before sliding beneath his thighs and gently pressing his legs further apart.
"You're killing me," Logan rasped, his voice rough and thick with need, his chest rising and falling as he meets Wade’s gaze.
"And yet, here you are, still alive and kicking," Wade teased, leaning in and nuzzling against Logan’s inner thigh, so close to where Logan needed him most. "You're tougher than that, sweetheart."
Wade moved to take off his clothes, he discarded them to the side and started to line himself up- but paused. He loomed over Logan and took his face into his hands- cupping it with tenderness. “Look at me, Logan.”
Logan’s hazel eyes met Wade’s, his usual guarded expression utterly wrecked, vulnerable, and open. "You’re perfect, you know that?" Wade murmured... Logan’s breath hitched, and Wade took advantage of that moment to push into him in one slow, purposeful motion.
Wade’s eyes roamed over Logan’s body, his fingers brushed over the delicate lace of the bra hugging Logan’s chest, his touch reverent but possessive. “God, you’re so fucking pretty like this,” Wade murmured, his voice roughened by both lust and admiration.
Logan’s breath hitched again, and he let out a low whine that he couldn’t bite back in time. His cheeks flushed a deep red, but the sound only made Wade’s smirk grow wider.
“Oh, I heard that,” Wade teased, his fingers grazing over the lace before palming Logan’s chest fully, his thumb brushing over the sensitive nipple through the fabric. “You like it when I tell you how gorgeous you look, don't you?”
“Shut up,” Logan muttered, his voice weak, his blush betraying him.
“No way, baby. Not when you’re looking at me like that,” Wade said, his voice thick with heat. He captured Logan’s wrists and moved them to either side of his head, pinning them firmly to the mattress. “Keep ‘em there, yeah?” Wade’s grin softened at the edges as he added, “Let me take care of you.”
Logan’s heart thudded painfully in his chest, the vulnerability of the position making his blush deepen. But the way Wade looked at him- hungry yet so achingly tender- made him melt into the sheets, his legs instinctively tightening around Wade’s waist.
Wade leaned down, his mouth finding Logan’s neck, mouthing and nipping at the sensitive skin there until Logan let out a quiet, breathy moan. “That’s it, sweetheart,” Wade whispered against his neck, the words vibrating through Logan’s skin. “Let me hear you.”
As Wade began to pick up his pace, driving into him with a set rhythm, Logan’s body reacted instinctively. His legs tightened around Wade’s waist, pulling him closer- his head falling back against the pillow as pleasure coiled tighter in his gut.
Wade groaned low, his forehead dropping to Logan’s shoulder for a moment as he thrust deep. “Fuck,” he rasped, his breath hot against Logan’s ear. The sound of Wade’s voice, thick with pleasure, sent a jolt through Logan- making him squeeze his eyes shut as a quiet, needy noise escaped his throat.
Wade chuckled, his breath hitching as he moved faster, rolling his hips in a way that had Logan seeing stars. “You feel so good, puppy,” Wade whispered, his tone softening as he buried himself deeper. “Taking me so well- look at you.”
Logan growled faintly, but it was cut off by a louder moan as Wade angled his hips just right- the praise threatening to unravel him completely.
Wade felt Logan tighten around him as he came, Logan’s body trembled as he cried out. Wade didn’t slow down- he couldn’t, not yet. He chased his own release, thrusting into Logan’s oversensitive body, feeling him squirm and whimper beneath him.
Logan’s breath hitched as Wade leaned down, capturing his lips in a slow, deep kiss, one that made Logan whine softly into his mouth. It was tender, romantic, a contrast to the intensity from moments before. Wade swallowed every little sound Logan made, drawing out the moment as he finally spilled inside him with a groan. Logan squirmed as he felt the warmth of Wade’s cum fill him and he let out a noise of contentment.
For a while, they just stayed like that, their bodies pressed close- the only sound in the room their slowing breaths. Wade traced lazy patterns over Logan’s side, his touch grounding and warm. Logan blinked up at him, cheeks still flushed, looking utterly spent.
“Y’alright, sweetheart?” Wade murmured, brushing his knuckles along Logan’s jaw.
Logan huffed, letting his eyes slip shut. “M’fine… just wrung out.”
Wade grinned, shifting slightly to nuzzle into Logan’s neck. “Damn right. I railed you so good baby.”
Wade made a move to pull out but Logan wrapped his arms around his neck securing him closely. Wade grinned and murmured into his ear, “You can just tell me you don’t want me to pull out you know.”
Logan hid his embarrassment in Wade’s neck and grumbled out something unintelligible.
“What was that peanut?”
Logan sighed and spoke up a bit more, “I said it… feels nice ‘s all.” The red flush on his neck told Wade everything he needed to know.
“Mmm I see, I see, so we’re definitely checking off breeding kink on our kink list!” and Logan was too tired out to even bother with a response- he let out a soft sigh, relaxing into Wade’s hold.
The warmth of Wade pressed close, their legs tangled together- left him feeling safe, wanted. He didn’t have the energy to say it, but he hoped Wade knew- because right now, Logan didn’t want to be anywhere else.