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"Please," Wade wheedles, sitting on the counter, keeping Logan company while he cooks their dinner.
"No, Bub," Logan finely and precisely chops the onion and carrots. He's good with knives, as one would expect.
"Please," Wade pleads, brown eyes huge.
"Nope."
"Pretty please, my darling sweet baby Peanut."
"No, Wade. I'm too heavy," Logan growls his response. This has been going on all afternoon.
"You are not," Wade swears, crossing his heart and holding his hand up like a scout.
"Bub, my skeleton alone is two hundred pounds and I've got-"
"A fuckton of muscle on top of that, yes, I know! I love it. I want it. Please, please, sit on my face, you tiny, delicate, dainty, little lady," Wade points at his grinning mouth, as if Logan needs a reminder of where it is.
"Not a lady, dumbass, cut it out," the words are snarly, but Logan smiles and blushes when he says them, and Wade loves that. Feminizing his gruff, hairy, beastly boyfriend is Wade's favorite contact sport.
"So manly, baby girl. Prove it by letting me eat your man pussy," Wade twinkles at Logan. Who is really flushed now, squirming a little. Yay, Wade is winning.
Logan turns away from him, hiding his fluster behind throwing the onion and carrots in the hot pan. The oil hisses.
Wade sticks a leg out and pokes at Logan's blue jeaned rump with a foot. "What's the worst that can happen? You break my neck? It'll mend. I suffocate? What a fucking way to go, smothered like the pea under your mattress, my Princess. Also, babe, I can't die, so I'll just come right back and keep licking. Trust me."
Knowing Althea was going to be out for the evening, Wade has been teasing Logan since morning, about what he wants to do to him tonight. The trouble with that is, he's also kinda been edging himself with all this teasing, and is about to pop. He's accidentally whipped himself to a froth, trying to taunt Logan. It happens. Side effect of brat life.
"I'm cookin'," Logan's voice has a smile in it. He can smell Wade's desperation building. Serves him right for being such a tease all day. Logan pours the chicken stock in and it sizzles, deglazing the pan. Tosses in a sprig of thyme and cubed chicken breasts. Adds a splash of cream. Dash more salt.
"Sit. On. My. Face. Logan. Howlett." Wade demands and hops off the counter, planning to rub himself against Logan's ass while he works at the stove. It is a maneuver that has won arguments in the past.
It smells about right, so Logan stops seasoning the dish and turns it down to a simmer, puts the lid on.
"Alright," Logan turns to face him. Wade freezes mid sneak attack, a thrilled look breaking over his unconventionally beautiful face. Logan dares him, "Let's see what you got, Mouth."
"Really? Awww! Puddin'!" Wade is so happy it makes Logan smile.
"You got 20 minutes while that reduces," Logan raises an eyebrow at him, then goes to wash his hands at the sink.
"Deal!" Wade yells, vaulting over the back of the sofa and yanking their bed out. It has the sheets on the mattress already, really all they need for these purposes. Wade sits down at the foot of their bed.
Logan comes around the sofa bed to stand between Wade's legs. Wade reaches up and unbuttons Logan's jeans. Button fly Levi's, very old fashioned. Logan doesn't like zippers because he doesn't like underwear. Four buttons open and Wade can yank the jeans down his muscular thighs, heavy cock swinging free. Logan steps out of them.
Wade's mouth waters. Before the face-sitting main course, he needs a little appetizer. Wade licks Logan to full stiffness and then sucks him, until he's panting and rocking his hips, fucking into Wade's moaning mouth. Wade gets Logan's thick cock slick and aching, and then stops, scoots backwards on the bed and lays fully down. Beckons, "Showtime. Saddle up, big guy."
Logan huffs a laugh at his own expense as he crawls up the bed. Whatever Wade wants, Logan soon finds himself doing. He can't hold out on Wade long. He absolutely would not try this with anyone else. Despite the Honda Odyssey fight convincing him Wade can take anything Logan can dish out, Logan still hasn't fully let go. He has a long history of accidentally hurting people, of wanting too much, being too rough. Wade loves to find every wall Logan's built around his desires and push against it. It's extraordinary, resulting in fun, generous, mind blowing sex.
"How do you want me?" Logan asks, kneeling on the bed beside Wade, up at shoulder level.
"First thing in the morning, every day for the rest of my life," Wade answers, with his impish grin. Pulls his shirt off over his head and flings it. Lays back down.
"I mean, now," Logan smirks down at him, fond of him beyond all reason.
"Turn around, so I can eat you out 'til you cum on my tits," Wade suggests, with a waggle of his bald brow.
"Your funeral, Bub," Logan replies and slings a thigh over. Kneels, thighs spread over Wade's brilliant, insane head. Wade issues a demented giggle of victory, as he watches Logan get into place.
"Oh, look at you," Wade says, voice going soft with lust filled awe, treated to the intensely intimate sight spreading open over his face. "Hello, gorgeous."
Logan shuts him up by coming in for a landing. Wade's quick, clever tongue speechless, for once. Busy with something other than a smartass remark. Wade brings his hands up to grab Logan's muscular ass and hold it open for his plunging tongue.
At first, Logan hovers, holding himself up. Wade has to sit up in a half crunch to lick him, but he's very persuasive and gets Logan to melt down onto him a little more with each sucking, biting kiss to his taint and the underside of his ass, until the back of Wade's head hits the mattress, and Logan's freshly showered asshole is fully flush against his mouth. There's tension in Logan's thighs, he's not giving Wade all his weight, some of it held by his own knees and arms, but Wade pulls him down hard and works his tongue into him, licking him open. Quickly, Logan's bashfulness falls away and he begins to rock, grinding on Wade's deliriously happy face. With no one else home, Logan lets himself groan as Wade eats him out, lets himself make wanting noises.
Wade's perspective is delightful, looking up at Logan's meaty ass cheeks and the long muscles rippling in his back and shoulders, as he towers over Wade's pinned face. Wade's own cock screams for attention in his pants but he ignores it, concentrating hard on finding out what little swirl or pulse of his tongue makes Logan grunt or gasp the most. Wade can breathe fine out of his nose every time Logan rocks forward, and the weight on his hands, mouth, and jaw is delicious, not too much. He likes the half smothered sensation, the total immersion in Logan's private places, feeling like there's nothing in the universe but this. He thrusts his tongue in and out of Logan's hole, which started out so tight and is opening so sweetly.
Logan can't help himself, he can't hold back. Wade is very good at this. He'd begun this adventure humoring his lover a little, but now there's something amazing about being allowed to take like this, to use Wade's face like this. He's panting and chasing orgasm now, can hear himself grunting in rhythm with the slippery, wet probe of Wade's tongue, can feel Wade's chin against his perineum. Desperate to cum, Logan starts pulling at his own cock, jacking himself over Wade's chest as he rides Wade's mouth. Logan shakes, spilling with a shout, releasing a hot splatter across Wade's sternum. The orgasm is deep, comes from the back to the front in a roar, pulsing from his prostate, up through the root of his dick out the head. He really does almost smother Wade then, he goes so boneless and faint atop him for a second. Wade has to slap Logan's thigh to remind him to lift up and let him get a gasp of air in.
Logan laughs at himself again, this was a fun battle to lose, and he carefully dismounts. Looks down at Wade with love in his eyes, asking, "You alright, sweetheart?"
"No, I died," Wade answers, looking deeply blissed out, entire lower half of his face shiny with spit. "Let my tombstone read: Here lies Deadpool. He died as he lived, up The Wolverine's ass."
He survived, clearly.
Logan bends over and kisses him. Stretches out beside him, snugging into his side. Reaches for Wade's cock and finds it spent and sticky. He came in his pants. Logan chuffs, "You really liked that, huh?"
Wade strokes his silky hair and says, "Yes, so fucking hot. Admit it, Peanut- you liked it, too, and you're gonna let me do it again."
"I did. I will," Logan admits with an unbothered, one shoulder shrug, not the least bit ashamed, ruining Wade's attempt at a gloat by nuzzling his nose under his ear and inhaling deeply.
"Next time, will you wear a pair of my panties when you sit up there? The baby blue silk ones?" Wade giggles, always one to up the ante. "Please? You'd look so pretty."
"Don't push it, Bub," Logan growls with absolutely no bite behind it.
The timer on the stove is going to go off in about two minutes. Mary Puppins needs to be fed and walked. He's got student art projects to grade. Laura's coming for breakfast in the morning, they probably need to run out for more pancake mix after dinner. These wonderful, ordinary things on his mind, Logan kisses Wade again, before getting up to go get him a washcloth and then finish dinner.