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Two men in a one bedroom apartment, raising a dog that was their adopted child and one assumed that things wouldn't get heated?
The men were both heroes for gods sake, the most stressful job on earth and the same one that left them scavenging for rent money. It was more... 'love of the job' thing rather than an actual paycheck.
Frequently coming home bloodied with no injuries, just to find Logan drinking up all his liquor on his couch watching his TV. Hell, even dog-pool was settled on-top of his chest. Even then, more often and not, he would accompany Wade on these little missions. Just like when they saved the world! Logan was, of course, less than pleased with it but the liquor Wade bought for him afterwards made it a deal.
It was more domestic than Wade once thought, he found himself liking it quite a lot!
"Honey, I'm home!" Singing the words as he came through the door, not gaining a reaction Logan or Dog-pool. "You wouldn't believe the day I had!" Swooning in an overly dramatic way, neither of them seem to care about Wade over the news station instead.
"Want a swig?" Logan offered, as if merely alcohol would affect him in the slightest. It didn't affect either of them, Logan just liked the burn of it going down.
"I could use a different stress reliever," The overly flirty comment didn't get a reaction, he was far too used to it by now. That big, blabbing mouth that never shut up once. "I'm sure you have a nice wolverine dick with quills and-" Wade didn't even step out of the way when Logan was tossing the empty bottle straight at him.
"Not happenin'"
"What? Is it small, I've dealt with smaller ones!"
"No."
"Mutated? Too big? Don't wanna huuurt me?"
"I wanna hurt you."
"Oh how kinky! I'm waiting in the bedroom!" Logan paid no mind, instead giving a far too heavy handed pet to dog-pool's head. Wade always did this, never leading to anything. Not like Logan was disappointed- didn't want to ruin what they had due to thinking with his dick which... Wade did a lot.
He swore the mans little brain was in the tip of his dick, leaving his head empty where he never thought before he spoke. Logan liked the silence, grew accustomed to the quiet and then he willingly moved into the loudest man's apartment he knew.
Not like he had anywhere else to go, or god forbid regretted it. He almost killed himself for the man, he wouldn't let these lustful ramblings drive him away now.
But, why not humor the man a little? Shooing the far too comfortable dog off his chest and rising from the couch, a few steps and he was at the bedroom door. This apartment was seriously cramped.
Not even knocking, neither of them knew privacy anymore (if Wade ever knew it in the first place.) Twisting the knob and immediately he was greeted with Wade completely naked on the bed.
Christ, there were even rose petals on the floor and candles lit on the nightstands.
"Thought you would never come." Wade gave a flirtatious wink, charming the other man who- shut the door right on him.
"Waaait! You want me to take you out to dinner first or something? You aren't a cheap slut like I guessed." He popped up like a mole, rushing to the door where Logan still stood outside, frozen. "Was it the mask?" He asked coyly as if he was completely naked in front of him, soon stripping the mask off his face and tossing it to the hardwood. Standing in the doorway in full glory, "They don't show this on Disney." Logan never knew what he was on about half the time. He couldn't look the other man in the eye but he couldn't let his eyes wander, god forbid-
"Ah! I saw your eyes go beneath my belt, like what you see?" The words made him cringe, he didn't even look down there in the slightest Wade was just gaslighting himself once more.
"No."
"Really? Wanna whip yours out to show me a real man's dick? You got quills? Bumps? STDS? I don't judge!"
"Wade."
"Even if it's mutated I'll still take it!" Was this really the man Logan was attracted to? Wade was explicitly everything he went against, he was loud and unpredictable yet now he couldn't help but notice the tightness of his pants.
"No, I haven't-"
"You haven’t lost your virginity?! You've been celibate and waiting for me all this time?" Wade had actual stars in his eyes.
"God no," Half chuckling at the words leaving his mouth, "Haven't.. done it in a long time." It came out far more shameful than he thought it would.
"So I don't get to take your V-card?" Those big eyes and frown reminded him of a damned puppy dog. A prettier one than dog-pool, (sorry Mary Puppins.)
"I'm sure that dick is useful, can't take too much to use it."
It did, Logan had no idea what he was doing. He didn't want to think about how Wade convinced him to bed, let alone trying his damned best to make Wade happy.
In between his legs as Wade laid on his back, twiddling his thumbs over his chest while Logan was honestly struggling. It must've been a hundred years since he bedded a man.
"Hardly feel it." Wade hummed, not pleased in the slightest even with the thick middle and ring finger exploring his insides.
"'M trying."
"Need me to take over?" Logan's ego was getting in his way, he would much rather not bottom for Wade of all people- he would never drop it! "No problem if you do." His tone was far too gentle, Logan never heard it like that, he was sure of it. "Cause trust me, I'll fuck you so hard we'll get the cops called." Of course there was a tease at the end of it, could never let it be a one-off thing, of course.
"Fine," Logan grumbled, pulling out his fingers with a wet pop.
"Really? Really, really, really?" Wade truly was an excited puppy dog, "Won't let you down in the slightest, trust me you'll be addicted!" The words made the older outwardly roll his eyes.
"Just lay down and I'll blow your g-spot to smithereens." Sure, Logan would believe him. It must've been all talk, taking off his top and Wade was picking up the discarded lube bottle from the ground. "Oh, you gonna make me work for it?" He asked at the fact his pants were still on. "I can pull zippers down with no hands, watch." The thought of Wade being so close to his nether region made his stomach flip upside down, purposely avoiding eye contact even with the man's face in his groin. There was the unmistakable sound of a zipper going down and well, Wade wasn't lying. It was with no hands, where'd he learn that from?
He couldn't bear to look at him while he pulled his pants down for him, tossed to the floor. He had nothing more hiding his dignity and his very apparent hard-on in those gray boxers.
"Let's see the quills on this thing." It was almost like Wade wanted him to have an odd member. He would soon be disappointed once pulling down those briefs and being hit in the nose with an actual normal dick but
"You carry this bitch breaker?!" He didn't have to exclaim such a thing... "This is like the size of my forearm!" Wade was openly gawking at him at this point. "How'd this get past the censors?" Logan didn't want to admit the color entering his face in embarrassment from Wade fawning over it.
"This would probably be in my large intestine but you don't know how to use it?" The humiliation session seemed to end there, peeling his boxers off and instead angling him to get a better entry way. "Pay attention, if you don't cum your brains out, maybe then you can fuck me proper." The sound of a cap popping off the bottle of lube and then squirting on his hand, Logan could hear his heartbeat in his ears he wasn't sure why he was nervous.
He openly shivered when a cold middle finger prodded against him, not even waiting for the lube to warm up in his hand. Swallowing heavily as the knuckle of his middle was soon circling the ring of muscle, he couldn't remember the last time he bottomed, he wasn't completely unfamiliar with it but god was it strange this time around.
Wade's eyes didn't leave him once, glued to his face and how those eyelashes fluttered once he was pushing in the first finger. He looked this gorgeous on one; he couldn't wait to tear him down further. Soon he was knuckle deep with no push back, Logan already looked positively drunk off one.
"Gonna need more than one to take me, babes." Ignoring the pet name entirely, his hands quickly grabbed at the sheets as he pressed in his pointer finger with less warning.
"Aw, you got a fat cock but you don't know how to use it, do you sugar bear?"
"Fuck off, Wa-" Cut off by a strangled out cry, getting a snicker out of Wade.
"Good spot, ain't it?" God, he could hear the smirk on his lips as those fingers pressed at his prostate. "Love those noises, keep it up!" Properly opening up the older in preparation, Wade couldn't help but wonder how much preparation he would need for himself when his little Wolvie would finally fuck him.
Meanwhile, Logan's brain was in an a haze, a soup of lust and arousal with Wade fucking him open like this. The man was just so red, positively melting into the sheets with his mouth wide open and spilling little noises for Wade to drink up. His thighs were trembling around him, face scrunched in new found pleasure.
"Think you could cum untouched like a teenager's wet dream?" Logan didn't even hear the teasing, panting harshly while Wade was performing magic that rendered him thoughtless. "Can't even use your cock properly but at least it's pretty." Wade was practically bullying his prostate at this point, "Thing could split me open!" Pre-cum dripping down the veiny, untouched member. Logan didn't know what he was missing out on at all.
"You want it?" The words left Logan nodding into the sheets feverishly, a shaky sigh leaving his lips once those fingers were pulled out.
The emptiness didn't last long, Wade soon kneeling between his open legs and lining himself up with the sloppy hole just begging for him. Logan was absolutely gorgeous, looking up at him through heavy lashes and so flustered all for Wade. He couldn't believe it himself, the fussy and grumpy old man he saved the world with looking like a slut in his own bed? Dreams really do come true at Disney.
There was a mutual gasp as he pushed in, sinking into his heat that made both of them whine. Pushing in slowly, having to pause or else he would come right away and embarrass himself. Soon fully pressed into him, base meeting base with Wade bottoming out inside him.
"Gripping me like a damn vice-" Cursing under his breath, those hands soon trailing and landing on his wide hips. "Feels so good.." Both left breathing heavily, unmoving for him to get adjusted despite his dick being far smaller than his. A good three inches smaller, yet it was sitting against his stomach uselessly.
"Move," Logan said breathlessly, "Please." A mere murmur from his lips, getting Wade set all aflame.
"Need it that bad? You might be a bigger freak than me!" That was a lie, they both knew it. Wade met with the demand quickly, pulling out only to shove it back in and make Logan cry out in pleasure.
"Music to my ears," Soon adapting a quick pace, thrusting into him desperately, the man practically had endless stamina but he put it to use like this. Each push forward that kissed his prostate made him see stars.
"Aw yeah, feels good don't it?" Logan can't even think, each hard thrust resulting in the bed hitting the wall noisily. He couldn't help but think of the soon to be noise complaint only to be forced into thinking about his damn dick again.
Heavy legs soon resting on both of his shoulders, the position made him hit that much deeper and made him pathetically moan. Rendered to this from the man he used to hate, his own hips meeting Wade's with each thrust in a feverish matter.
God did he know how to please a partner. Hearing Wade spit on his palm before the slicked hand was wrapped around his weeping cock, he stroked to the same pace of his thrusts, leaving his mind to be flooded with just Wade consuming him.
"If only you could see yourself right now, god aren't I just the best!? I'm gonna get you pregnant, you'd like that wouldn't you?"
"Sh- shut the fuck up..." It wasn't even biologically possible either, but Logan couldn't think of that at the moment.
"You love it, yes you do." He coos to him in the same tone he uses for dog-pool. To be treated so lowly like a mere dog made his cock twitch unfortunately. "Yep, you loooove this fat, uncut cock don't you?"
"Do you ever- ah, keep your fuckin' mouth shut?" He was quite quiet before, but it's like he knew he was getting close and had to open his big mouth.
"You love it, almost as much as I love your useless dick." Wade teases, his tempo far too steady for a deviant like him. His hand wrapped around the other's big, leaking cock and giving it slow strokes just to hear the choke of his voice. His thumb over his slit, taking the gathered leakage to spread down his member. Thumb pressing against the sensitive slot, putting a little too much pressure on it but it elicited a loud, guttural cry.
Back arched against the mattress, the world seemed to still, the legs on his shoulders shaking and trembling, the forceful crash of orgasm making Wade stop in half shock. He had never seen a man cum so hard!
Ropes of white painted his sculpted chest, rising and falling from exertion as he panted like a damn dog to catch his breath. Logan's mind was somewhere else.
"That good? I make you feel that good, don't I?" Eyes glued to the ceiling, unable to catch his breath. "Told you I wouldn't let you down!" Wade never actually saw one man produce this much cum in one load, the Guinness book of world records would love putting this in.
"Fuck." Was all he could mutter, his member still standing proud even after cumming his brains out after a good decade or two.
"Do you think you could finally fuck me or do you like your pillow princess role now?"
"Fuck.. fuck me, Wade." An embarrassing lustful murmur that he couldn't believe was leaving his lips, surprising Wade as well.
"What? What was that? Didn't quite catch that one!"
"I said fuck me!" Logan growled, knowing Wade wanted him to spell it out for him just to humiliate him further.
"You nasty dog! I'll be sure to get you pregnant!" Still, biologically impossible.
It wasn't soon before Wade was nearing his first release, the flood of "You're gonna make me cum, 'm gonna cum, Logan!" Leaving his lips as he slammed into the man desperately, three rough thrusts and he was releasing into the man he dreamed of for so long. His head tilted back in pure bliss, hips jerking into him as he unloaded. He could stay like this forever.
Well, until he could hear dog-pool clawing at the door.
"Someone's hungry." Logan chuckled as if Wade wasn't still inside him.
"Can't believe my own dog is cock blocking me!"
"She'll be fine," The statement made Wade fake shock and awe.
"You want my dog to starve because you're addicted to my dick!?" Then, Logan laughed. That was a nice noise, all for Wade. "Wellll... Mary Puppins can live for one more round."
"Atta boy," That was all Wade needed to hear to go five more rounds.
Dog-pool was fed, eventually. Even if it was by Blind Al who had to ignored the muffled sounds of sex.
"Ah! Not the claws!" She did not need to hear this in the slightest.