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The first time Logan noticed the thing Wade has for his thighs was when he had been fucking Wade's face, and ended up wrapping his legs around the other mans head, Wade had tensed for a moment and let out a muffled moan. later Logan found out he had came his pants right then and there. Logan only saw the pattern once he started paying attention. A joke about thunder thighs there, a particular whimper during sex, the more he noticed the less he could ignore it.
"Wade." they were sitting on the couch, drinking coffee and rubbing the sleep from their eyes. "do you have a thigh kink?" a spray of coffe from Wade's mouth hit the coffe table and couch cushions, (Logan cant help but think thats going to be a bitch to clean...)
"Peanut if this is your way of asking if i want to be sandwiched between your massive sweaty man legs the answer is YES PLEASE!"
"thats not what... sure." he took a sip of his coffee "if you can behave yourself today and get home on time, that is." Wade sighed dramatically and gave Logan a kiss before packing to leave.
If he showed up to sister margarets with a semi that was his biusness.
the door opened at 8:00 pm on the dot.
"oh honey im home~!" Wade cocked the door open with his hip and threw down his guns, covered in only a minimal amount of grime. Logan was sat on the couch. in his suit.
"dont call me that, bub." Logan barked, with no real heat to it. wade shucked his untility belt and katanas to the side, half-running to kneel in front of logan, whos strong legs were tightly wrapped in the yellow of his suit, spread wide. he was shirtless too, hairy chest slightly damp from sweat. wade knelt gently, almost in reverence.
"got all dolled up for me did you? sucha a good boy..." Wade began trailing sloppy kisses up and down, working his way to logan's crotch. "wanna get my mouth on you.." Logan's hand grabbed him by the jaw
"not yet. you get something first." he slowly stood up off the couch, pushing wade down to fully sitting, before orienting himself so his hips were firmly around Wade's head, enveloping him in heat and spandex. slight droplets of sweat caught in his hair and spread through the fabric. he sinks back down to the couch and Wade is panting like a dog, blissed out between his legs. hes sporting an impressive boner in his suit, spotting at the tip from pre-come.
"go on," Logan says "you can touch yourself." Wade's hand immeatietly finds it way between his legs, palming himself roughly, moving his head forward and whimpering a bit, brushing up against Logan's sopping wet cock in his suit. he twitches at the sensation, suqeezing his legs a bit around wade who falters while trying to undo his suit bottoms and lets out an unholy noise.
"wolvie- fuck-" he manages to work off the concealing leather and shudders as he wraps a hand around himself "do that again. please." Logan tries another tentative sqeeze "yeah, fuck just like that... want you to crush my fucking skull." logan snorted a bit.
"yeah? you like this?" he squeezes with the full force of his body, centring all of his strength on wade between his legs. Focusing on grinding his cunt down to his willing face. Wade was whimpering, and tears were pricking at his eyes from the pressure.
"p-please-" he moaned, increasing his strokes, leaking like a faucet onto their (admittedly already ruined) carpet.
"please what?" he dug his boot into Wade's back teasingly,
"sit-fuck sit on my face, please." Logan released his thighs from his head and he swears he hears something pop back into place. wade shakes his head a bit and sheds his mask, damp from sweat and Logan's arousal. Logan sits up a bit and pats the couch, Wade eagerly lies down like a dog, a bit of drool spilling from his lips and Logan shedding his pants to reveal his thick, hairy thighs slick with wet coming from between his toned and suprisingly strong limbs.
"three taps if you need to breathe." and with that he promplty crushes Wade's face in a new way. Wade's tongue immediatly gets to working logan open and massaging his cock that sits fat and heavy against his mouth. one thing to say about wade, he really does eat pussy like a pro, tongue dipping in and out of Logans hole to spread the wetness, he can feel himself getting close. Wade is fervantly working himself, teasing out more precome to use as lube while he mercillesly tonguefucks Logan.
"fuck bub- gonna come-" Wade brings up both his hands to close logans thighs around his head as much as possible, reveling in the way he lets go of his extra weight, fully bearing down on him. all it takes is a few more well timed sucks logan is squirting off into Wade's mouth, clit oversensitive and twitching as he rides his high, gently working himself against Wade's face as he comes down. he almost forgets about him until he feels three short taps
"ah shit, my bad" he stands up and dusts himself off, Wade had come at some point. he turned his head to look and he was thouroughly fucked out. his face was covered in slick and his own tears. Logan was worried for a second he had hurt him untill he speaks,
"FUCK that was the best sex of my life, nearly thought you were going to waterboard me to death at the end there." he throws his arms up in he air limply as a sort of celebration.
"dont be dramatic" Wolverine scoffed.
"easy for you to say." Wade rolled his eyes in fake offense, "but seriously though... that rocked. next time can you pop my skull like a stressball full of brain matter? that'd rock"
"we need to go shower dumbass, you smell like pussy"
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