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The next morning, Logan wakes up first. Not dizzy, and free from all consequences of his drinking, except for the crippling embarrassment.
He vaguely remembers the night: it was someone’s birthday whom he didn’t really care about, but Laura had invited both him and Wade, promising it’d be fun. Logan absolutely adores his (kind of) daughter, so there’s no way he would’ve missed it.
He spends a couple of minutes thinking of his kit. She’s strong, independent, as happy as a wolverine gets, has a way more balanced fighting style than her dad. Logan is so lucky to have her, despite the despair he feels for having missed her childhood. It's okay, they're together now. He purrs absentmindedly as he lays over Wade like a weighted blanket.
Soon, the rest of the night comes back to his memory and his mood is ruined. There’s a distinct mental image of pouring water over ‘his titties’.
What the hell is wrong with him? He's ashamed to admit even Wade is no rival to the amount of stupid shit he can get up to when drunk.
It makes him mortified in retrospect and he has to physically roll away from Wade to lay on his side and not face him.
Of course, the lack of a warm weighted blanket wakes Wade up with the sole mission of getting his warmth back. He opens one eye just enough to locate the culprit and rolls over to spoon him.
“Wh’re you goin’?” He croaks sleepily into the shorter man's nape.
"Too hot" Logan lies.
"Damn right you are." Wade is never too sleepy for a quirky response.
They spend some moments basking in the bone-melting comfort of slowly waking up cuddling, as the sun begins to rise and filter through the blinds. Logan is actually feeling soft and lovey dovey for once, and he scoots back to be as close as possible to his man. But of course, it's Deadpool we're talking about. He'll sooner or later ruin the moment with his yapping.
"Oh, now you're acting cute?" Wade wraps his arms tighter around Logan. "Cause I don't know if you remember, but yesterday you were a menace," he whispers against the other's nape.
"Oh, for fuck's sake-" Logan mutters, already disentangling himself from the embrace.
"Nuuuu...!" Wade whines childishly, trapping him back in his arms again and again. "It was so fun, honey badger! It's like you were actually into me-"
"I am int-"
"Compliment fishing, my bad -" Logan growls at that, annoyed. Wade just coos and keeps on rambling. "You were such a slut, begging for me to touch you. And I'm not exaggerating," He is. "Of course I didn't, cause I'm a gentleman-"
Logan scoffs at that, but even he knows it's true.
"-Hey! Shush. So, I'm a gentleman and didn't get my hands on your princess parts, but babe when I tell you you were wet, I think I could even smell it. Are your wolvie powers rubbing off on me? Anyway, you owe me a motorboating sesh on those titties. Can I cash that in? I think I deserve it, you almost killed me of blue balls with your little cowboy stunt."
Logan had been trying to tune it out, but he felt something drop in his stomach. More embarrassment. "What did I do?" He asks, genuinely curious.
"Oh, what didn't you do?" Wade takes the opportunity to tease him, nuzzling and nipping on Logan's neck. "I think you wanted to ride me, just rubbing yourself against my dick. I pretended to sleep cause I figured you'd give up but whew! You were so needy, it was adorable. Full on drowning Wade Jr through the underwear. Like you'd die if you didn't get that thang in you. Like a wolvie in heat-"
Of all nonsense, that is what gets a response from Logan.
“In heat.” Logan deadpans in a way that Wade has come to associate with a forecast of scattered stabbings. “Are you dumb? In April? My heats are in September. Otherwise pups are born in winter and die.” He rolls his eyes at no one.
Wade's mouth is gaping. “I can't tell if you're fucking with me-”. He props himself up with an elbow to loom over Logan and see his face.
“Fuck off.” He blindly kicks back at Wade's leg. Logan feels a smidge too vulnerable, so he rolls to lay on his stomach and hide his face from the other.
“Oh, nonono. Don't get shy now, mister. You can't just tell me we're in an ABO fanfic hashtag breeding kink and then leave it-” Wade follows his movements, laying over Logan and pinning him with his weight. “Tell me more, kitten.” He whispers in Logan's ear, voice suddenly lower and raspier. Maybe he can get it out through the power of seduction instead of annoyance.
As usual, Logan doesn't even process the nonsense the other just said.
In any other context, anyone pinning the Wolverine down would've ended in a fireman carry slash deaddrop into the floor, but he's sleepy, it's just Wade, his scent is so good right now, and the voice makes him shiver. Those are the excuses Logan mentally lists.
"Don't make fun of me, asshole."
“Am not.” Wade swears, pressing hot kisses wherever he can reach on his neck. He's very aware of the lack of violence and so chooses his words wisely.
“Just wanna know…” There he is again, with the sexy whispering. "How to care for you, keep you satisfied. You really get heats?" A shy nod against the pillow. Wade rewards Logan with a gentle bite on his nape, setting down to cage him in properly.
" 'N is it good? You like it?" He leaves no room for an answer. "We can definitely play into the breeding thing." Logan stops breathing for a moment.
Bingo, he's definitely into that.
"Poor little thing, you should've told me sooner. You'd be properly bred and round with our pups by now." He pauses to kiss up and down Logan's neck, sensually. As if he didn't just drop the filthiest thing the other has ever heard.
Logan just breathes deeply, trying his damn best to not react and seem too desperate.
"Oh!" Wade gasps in realisation. "Is that why you seem so mad at me for using protection? Cause you want me to pump a load into your sweet pussy?"
Disgusting. Logan's face feels hot. He's both embarrassed and aroused, and he's been read like a fucking book. He tilts his head minimally, a silent invitation for more kisses. Any distraction from the filth Wade is saying, really.
“Who says I'm letting you do that?” Weak response. His words are muffled by the pillow.
“Oh, no one but you.” Wade bites his neck playfully with his harmless blunt teeth. “I'm hoping that by next April I'll get in your good boy list so you'll let me in."
Logan turns his head just enough to send him a glare that conveys 'you're already stuck with me, dumbass', yet he can't hide how delighted he is. With Wade, it's always asking and never taking. Logan always has the last say and there's none of those assumptions that make Logan hate (almost) all men. Cis men.
There's a soft purr kicking up from his chest. Even if he doesn't fully remember last night, Logan does feel like he's been horny for ages. He's so wet, has been since the second he woke up, and his boyfriend has him caged in, in a way his instincts feel delighted about.
“I'll let you in right now.” He growls, shimmying down his underwear just enough to free his ass.
“Oh, you have such a way with words!” Wade swoons, sitting up to help get the item of clothing off Logan's legs.
He takes a moment to stare at Logan's bare ass, shapely thighs. On display and waiting for him. “Fuck, I feel like it's Christmas.”
That one second of just admiring is too much for Logan's patience. “What are you waiting for?” He unsubtly lifts his hips off the bed and arches his back.
Wade fucking salutes at him and scrambles to get his face between those cheeks.
That's not what Logan had expected. He gasps, pleasantly surprised. He knows very well just how skilled Wade is with his mouth and once he adds two fingers to the mix, he goes pliant, legs spreading further on their own accord.
Minutes pass. It's so easy and pleasurable. Logan's arms slowly reach to hold onto the edge of the mattress, like a cat stretching lazily. Once Wade starts massaging his g-spot, he finally lets out a moan.
“Fuck,” Wade leans back slightly. “Not to sound like a fuckboy, but you're so wet, baby girl.” He mutters in awe, still pumping his fingers.
“Duh.” Logan replies, just slightly breathless. It's an unnecessary observation, Logan can clearly hear how wet he is and was actually trying to tune that out.
Thankfully, Wade doesn't speak further and dives back in, licking up Logan's slit and then kissing his clit again and again, like it's something precious. (It is).
Still, this isn't exactly what Logan wanted. It feels wonderful and there's a hot and heavy feeling low in his stomach growing by the second, but he had heavily implied he wanted a cock in him. Now.
He'd never admit it out loud, but Wade is right: Logan is a pillow princess. And he's so lucky that Wade actually likes caring for him, because sometimes Logan feels like he's selfish in bed. He asks nicely at least.
“Wade, darlin’...” He twists just enough to glance back, waiting until the other raises his head.
“Yeah, cutie?” Wade replies a bit breathless, and can't help kissing Logan's buttcheek, stroking his thigh.
His chin is wet from eating pussy and it sparks something possessive in Logan. It clouds his thoughts and that sucks, because he's already bad at communication. No finesse for seduction.
“I want your cock.” There.
“Yeah? How do you want me?” Wade grins like a fool in love, eager to serve, and Logan feels like there’s some sort of flying insects in his gut. It emboldens him, maybe he's not that bad at dirty talk. (He is, it's just Wade is in love-love.)
“You sit down.” Logan orders, sitting up himself to urge Wade to sit against the headboard. “And I'll take it how I want.” He finishes his sentence, bossy, as he sits on Wade's lap.
“Damn, okay don't need my services today?” Wade teases, his hands immediately on the others’ hips like there's magnets in there. “You're just gonna use me for your pleasure?”
“Yes.” Logan snorts, more interested in putting his arms around the other’s neck and grinding until that hot length slides against his slit. The real reason to ride Wade is to have him face to face, kiss him, hug him, but Logan will never admit that.
There's a wild anticipation, feeling Wade's tip nudge against his entrance again and again, not enough pressure to actually breach and finally connect them skin to skin for the first time.
Logan feels dizzy about it, he wants his man literally under his skin, inside him in the most intimate way possible. And he wants to be taken, claimed, and have a little part of Wade in him.
These cheesy thoughts must mean he's in heat. Like an induced one, or maybe his body messed up with the calendar. Surely. Right?
“Kiss me.” Logan gasps, desperate to stop thinking about what’s clearly not a heat thing but his real thoughts. He growls and pounces on Wade, who happily obliges with a hand on Logan's nape for a firm, passionate kiss.
Wade's other hand reaches to hold his dick, wet with precum and Logan's juices. He smacks it against Logan's clit a couple times because he can't be helped, and then presses the cockhead firm against his entrance. He doesn't push in yet, just focusing on the feel of Logan's pussy fluttering at the contact. He'd love to watch how prettily it opens up for him. Next time.
“Oh.” Logan says between kisses. He sneaks a hand down between them, making a V with two fingers to spread his lips open.
Finally, Logan slowly pushes down, burying Wade inside him. It feels delicious and delicate. Despite how many times they've both had sex in their lives, this feels like a new and important moment.
Logan’s walls flutter weakly against the intrusion, mirrored by the involuntary twitching of Wade's cock inside him, hardening even more.
Wade hisses and Logan moans another quiet little “Oh”. He wants to take it to the hilt. He wants and loves Wade. It's a bad idea without stretching first, but he needs this, emotionally. So he sinks more and more, so slowly, until his full weight sits on Wade's lap.
“Oh. Wade.” Logan breaks the kiss to bury his face on the other’s neck. There's hands soothing up and down his sides, kisses on his head.
“Honey-.” Wade says, voice sweet yet strained with the deliciously tight grip. “Kitten, you're so stubborn. Hurts?” He asks, sneaking a hand behind them to gingerly trace where they’re joined, Logan's pussy obscenely stretched around him.
Logan doesn't trust his voice, he nods once, but stays firmly in place when Wade attempts to lift him and ease the feeling.
“No- Want all of you.” Logan whispers against Wade's neck, then distracts himself leaving kisses there. A moment later and he's already squeezing and working the length inside him, the pleasure too good despite the uncomfortable nudge against his deepest parts.
“Guh-...! You have me! Babe-” Wade is interrupted by Logan squeezing again. “Babe. That's so hot. Too hot. Stop it or I'll bust a nut so soon into your cum-virgin pussy that it won't be fun anymore.”
Logan leans his face back to glare at him, and Wade isn’t sure if that’s for saying ‘cum-virgin’ or for having such a hair trigger. He just knows Logan looks adorable, eyebrows furred and a blush high on his cheeks. God he’s really going to shoot his load just by looking at his boyfriend’s face.
And, oh.
Logan swears he just felt something inside him. He looks down where they're joined and back at Wade's eyes.
“Did you just…?”
“Yep.” Wade interrupts him sheepishly, cutting the embarrassment short.
There's a second of silence and Logan’s confusion is adorable, like he doesn’t understand how much he turns Wade on.
“Heh, ya never let me have fun my way.” Logan replies, surprisingly good-naturedly. That's his best try at reassurance.
Although he doesn't know what to do now. He holds onto Wade's shoulders to lift himself up and pull out.
Wade's dick comes out with a flop, softening. Logan is watching intently and he thinks it's kind of cute, don’t know. It’s pink, a little bit miserable and often desperate for attention, like someone he knows.
Soon, a few drops of Wade's spend drip out of him. It feels foreign but so erotic. Logan shuffles back slightly because he needs the culprit to see.
“Look what you've done.” he says, voice low.
Wade is very happy to get a look at that glistening cunt, curls wet and plastered to it. He gets a thumb in there to nudge that cute chubby clit to the side and finally sees the white oozing out, contrasting against black hair. The merc moans appreciatively at the sight, his dick jumping and already filling up again.
“Stay just like that, Peanut, and I’ll give you a second round in no time. Whew.” The merc wraps an arm around Logan's waist and presses their bodies tight together, his other hand reaching behind to keep toying with his folds.
“Let’s just hope this one’s longer.” Logan teases with a smirk and takes the opportunity to just make out with him. He can feel Wade’s dick trapped between them getting harder.
Once Wade is fully hard, Logan goes back to his original plan: he slides back home and pecks Wade’s lips sweetly, before promptly ignoring his pleasure. (Not really, anything with Logan on his dick is pleasurable). He rolls his hips experimentally, finding what feels best, and soon Logan finds a rhythm of grinding and clenching on Wade’s length, his clit rubbing against his stomach. It’s so good that it makes him purr in easy pleasure.
Wade can’t just sit there and watch, but he also refrains from taking the reins. It’s so sexy, his boyfriend is so sexy making himself feel good. He lets his hands explore Logan’s body, from rolling nipples between his fingers, to stroking down his sides to grab his ass.
Logan switches to bucking his hips in short little movements and it makes him hum loudly in pleasure. He kisses up Wade’s neck (and Wade can feel a grin against his skin) to whisper in his ear.
“Feels so good-” He pants hotly between words, “to have you under me, fuck you like-.” Logan gets the sudden urge to growl and bite on Wade’s neck, and the sentence dies there. The merc doesn’t pry further, he’s fine with being his chew toy.
He does decide to cheat on his imaginary rules, and holds the back of Logan’s thighs to lift him slightly and drop, once. Wade moans at the feeling. His plan works, as it eases Logan into riding him distractedly as he keeps biting and huffing around his neck.
“Fuck, look at you, fuck.” Wade babbles. “So pretty bouncing on my cock. Take what you need, princess” he finishes with a moan, and indulges himself delivering a hard smack to Logan's ass.
It jostles the other, pulling his face out of Wade's neck to gape at him in surprise. His shock is almost innocent, if you ignore the fact they're fucking nasty.
Yet Wade notes he doesn't look disgusted. There's a hint of curiosity, and the slap distracted Logan enough that he even forgot to keep bouncing. Oh baby Jesus, a thousand new doors just opened for their bedroom activities. For now, Wade just sees an opening and takes it.
“Keep riding me or I won't give you more. C’mon, up up up.” He teases, edging the line between light hearted and dominant.
Logan fucking whimpers and wriggles in place, unsure. “Just one more.” He concedes, and his eyes look so big and pleading that Wade wants to dom him. Gentle, then mean, then gentle again until he’s crying with pleasure. In hindsight, Wade’s restraint has been remarkable all these months.
As if he finally made up his mind, Logan bounces a couple of times and stills again. He arches his back expectantly. Expecting Wade to do it again. And he does.
This time, he smacks his other ass cheek. It stings and catches Logan by surprise again, letting out a huff. It’s like he needed two to decide if he likes this or not. He then gingerly moves Wade’s hands away from his ass and rests them on his hips. Clear message: no more. Wade nods and kisses Logan’s cheeks, his eyelids, the tip of his nose.
“You’re adorable, honey” He whispers, full of love.
“No.” Logan says, yet his eyelids flutter with the soft touches. Wade snorts and blows a raspberry on the crook of his neck instead, until Logan lets out a laugh and pushes his face away.
“Stop! You’re distracting me.” With that, Logan goes back to rolling his hips. With the difference that he’s now way wetter and frustrated than before, constantly shifting to find a good angle.
Wade is aching to go back to his rightful position as a service top. Especially now that he’s discovered a hunger for something in particular “Let me- let me take care of this now, babe. You did so much already”
“Hush!” Logan avoids answering, because he doesn’t want to say no. He sneaks a hand between them and rubs his clit in time with his movements. Fuck, it’s almost getting good but not fully.
“Let me convince you.” Wade insists, and Logan is frustrated and horny. He nods.
Wade squeaks in excitement, then gets serious and ‘in character’. He licks a strip up Logan’s neck, licks his ear. Then blows it to make the other shiver. “This is what you’re missing out…” He fakes a growl, hopefully sounding sexy, before thrusting up into Logan’s heat just a couple of times, angled and eerily precise.
Logan gasps out a moan, like it’s pulled out of him. His pupils dilate, he’s 100% convinced but also famously stubborn.
“And?”
Logan shakes his head in response. Wade gestures to Logan's hips sitting still. “You’re not gonna move and won’t let me move either?”
The other shakes his head again, stubbornly although he can’t hold back a little smirk.
“Oh Peanut, you know I don’t like bossing you around but…” He lowers his voice for their little game. “Get on with it, or I will.”
That sends a thrill up Logan’s spine and now he can’t hide excitement. He loves both to ‘hunt’ and be hunted by Wade. He growls for real, because he can. “Do it.”
There’s a sudden movement and Logan’s world is tilted backwards, his thighs now framing his chest and his feet up in the air. Wade takes a second to shove a pillow under his lower back, which lifts his ass off the bed. Perfect.
Logan’s instincts purr, quickly understanding this is going to be a mating press. Before he can rationalize that thought, Wade kisses his head and then starts pounding into him.
It’s all a blur from there. The room fills with hard smacking sounds and none of them can form a single thought. Wade moans, chasing his pleasure fast and hard, desperate to leave kisses wherever he can reach. Which is mostly Logan’s forehead because of their heights.
Logan, on the other hand, digs his nails down Wade’s back, scrambling to hold onto something. Despite the wet and easy glide, Wade’s dick feels too thick and too long when he doesn’t stretch first, and especially when folded in half like this. It’s like it carves out space with each unforgiving thrust. Logan feels stuffed so full, like he can only fit Wade and nothing else, not even a hair.
Each hit against his cervix takes his breath away and he can barely moan about it. Wade’s whole weight against his lungs is also part of the breathlessness. It’s all quick shallow panting and the occasional whimper.
It doesn’t take long until his legs start shaking, his nails scratching until they draw blood.
“Fuck, fuck, fuh- uck! Wade!” He moans between gritted teeth, overwhelmed. He kicks Wade’s thigh. He doesn’t know how to react to so much pleasure. Then, Logan finally stills and clamps around Wade. All of him tightens: his cunt, his arms, his legs. He surrounds his boyfriend everywhere and vice versa.
“Ooow…! Ow-!” He howls like a wounded animal, shaking like it hurts to orgasm and squirt between them. It kind of does, but it’s so good.
Wade doesn’t ease up through Logan’s orgasm. In fact, it just makes his thrusts more sloppy and irregular, desperate to come together. Just when the hair trigger would actually be useful, it’s not there.
“Ow- Oh, ow W-… Wade, please.” Logan’s noises turn whiny, breathy, and a little bit pathetic, something so private that only Wade gets to hear.
“Shh, sorry love. J-just a lil’ more!” Wade reassures him, strained. By the time he finally stills and pumps his second load impossibly deep in Logan’s pussy, the shorter man's legs had already given out, splayed open lewdly. His inner thighs are soaked.
Logan is so oversensitive that he thinks he can feel Wade spilling inside him, so warm and full. It makes him mewl, satisfied, and that’s the hottest thing Wade’s ever seen. He now needs to keep Logan like this everyday. Hazy, fucked out, leaking come, happy.
“Oh, my love.” Wade pants after a minute, gently cupping Logan’s cheek to peck his lips. He stares into his eyes, so in love.
Logan tries to speak, he pants, swallows and tries again. “Was that good?” Logan whispers.
“You’re asking me?” Wade giggles. This calls for post-coital cuddles. He gently straightens Logan’s legs on the bed and takes the pillow off his lower back. When he starts to pull out, Logan digs his nails on his forearm.
“No-!” Logan stops him, alarmingly needy. “No-, not yet. Lay on me.” He says with a whispered little ‘please’ which Wade isn’t sure if he imagined it or not.
Wade obeys and he’s welcomed with arms and legs around him. He finally cups Logan’s face with both hands to pour all his love into a slow kiss.
It takes a long while to soften and several attempts to pull out, because Logan doesn’t let him, but once he does and sits up, Wade feels a nosebleed coming just from looking.
“Oh god. Shut your whore legs.” He says stupidly and sniffles, pressing Logan’s knees together because he saw for a millisecond white peeking out of his-. It's ok to imagine it, but he'll pop another boner right now if he actually sees the love of his life fucked out, full with his seed, leaking out abundantly.
Next time he'll look. Next time.
“Hey, you did tha-”
“And I bet you’re not even neutered. Fuck, this is so dangerous cause now I have to make sure I get you pregnant.”
Logan snorts and pushes a foot against Wade’s chest. He doesn’t plan to tell Wade, but he suspects he can’t get pregnant, not after all they’ve done to him. Which makes Logan realise that Wade probably can’t get him pregnant either, for the same reason.
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Afterwards Logan leaves to get cleaned up.
Wade hears the shower go on for a while, then off, then a couple minutes of silence and then a concerningly loud string of morning dad noises: two eardrum-shattering sneezes, some indescribable retching sounds, an unnecessary masculine moan and a groan like it almost killed Logan to do so. What the hell do old men get up to in there? Gross.
When he walks back to bed, Logan looks like a car ran him over. Still delicious though, and naked.
Wade fakes a dreamy sigh, “It’s like my dad never left me.” He sits up on the edge of the bed to kiss Logan’s stomach.
“What are you talking about.” The other deadpans.
“Does this mean you’re pregnant now and officially a Dad? Or did you get a permit in the mail when you officially became Laura’s dad? Does the bathroom symphony just come naturally?” He hugs Logan’s middle tightly and the other allows it for a moment, scratching Wade’s head.
“As always, didn’t answer my question.” Logan raises an eyebrow, which is basically a synonym of a smile for this guy. He doesn’t pry further. “Coffee?”
“Yeah.” Wade nods. “And it wasn’t a question, you didn’t use a question mark.”
Logan’s nose twitches and he just adds “You go shower now. I’ll make it.”
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