[He's not exactly Tolstoy on his best day, but Wade's really catching onto either all of Cable's blood is needed to fuel his brain and when it's gone elsewhere the whole thing shuts down, or he's just that fucking good.
Obviously, he's picking that option --
Lucky he doesn't bite his dick in reaction. Real lucky. Wade's a pro.] Ow.
[Just so Cabes knows he's absolutely affected. Wait, did he seriously just say "oopsie"? When he looks up with a low laugh -- the kind that goes mostly through his nose -- he's the grinning clown to Cable's stone.] Sounds like I'm melting it. [He just manages to snag the lube with a hand, and he has just enough brain himself to steal a bit for his hands before dropping it on Cable's thigh.
His hand takes over where his mouth was, only 'cause he's gotta enjoy this while it's happening. Make it last a little longer.] Feel pretty good not to be overthinking for once in your life?
[He actually has no idea what he's doing, but he's 100% dedicated to keepin' it going.]
Feels like you're melting it. [He confirms. The second question he only answers by closing his eyes and breathing out. Like he started a thought and he can't begin to get it out.
He pushes through it to gain his focus back, taking the lube and wetting his fingers. With a hand on Wade's shoulder, he pulls him a little closer so his hand can reach his ass. His two middle fingers stroke Wade's hole up and down, not inviting a finger yet. Inviting the suggestion of a finger.]
Last chance to tell me you're a virgin. [Dryly. He presses his fingertip harder against him, still not inside him.]
[If only he could follow it up with my brain's not the worst place to be if they're gonna be on a wavelength this intimate, except it actually is. It's like expecting a nice beach vacation and ending up on a beach where a whale's carcass just let out a massive corpse fart and exploded everywhere, scattering organs across the sand.
So, he can't say that part. But he can say:] You should enjoy the ride.
[Melting brains can be a net positive when you're going for it, animal style. It's not like Wade's overthinking now they're in the throes of things. Not when he's got the taste of sweat and cock on his tongue.
He's starting to think he likes seeing Cable like this. 'Cause god knows he wants to hear him say oopsie again.
Wade raises up on his knees with the pull, like he's just another object being pulled around by his telepathy. Now there's a thought. A shudder moves its way across his cratered skin, the smoothest parts between the tumours tinting pink to red.
He grins.] I'm a brand-spankin'-new virgin every day. So you gonna pop that cherry, daddy? [He wiggles his ass enticingly. Look, Wade's not exactly a looker but the ass is undeniable. Muscular and succulent. Not even the least bit dehydrated.] C'mon. I'm waiting.
[Wade's unpredictable, unruly nature is uniquely challenging-- and Cable likes to be mentally stimulated. He can't deny, though, he does get a thrill whenever Wade physically submits without questioning it. Especially now.
It doesn't stop him from looking befuddled for a moment, visibly processing the new information. This is also uniquely challenging, because Wade is wiggling his ass. Cable shakes his head.]
Uh-huh. [He doesn't have time to unpack how he feels about that (good) when there's business to attend to. His finger pushes against Wade, working its way inside him. Like with anything in Cable's life, he's very precise about every motion. He pushes in to the base of his finger, then half out, then he's circling his finger inside Wade. He keeps the pressure on him, persistently looking for the places that make him squeak.]
[He'll love being compared to a cat with a slow-feeder mat after the coitus, promise. Whether he's actively killing Nate's braincells or providing visual and auditory stimulation does not matter right now.
As long as he's gonna get simulation soon. Before he starts resorting to more than just a little tease.
Which. Okay, he was kind of joking. Maybe. He can definitely say the first time being pegged hurt about the same amount as the tenth time, and that was before the mutation. Assholes are flexible. Wade's just happens to rebuild every time his cells decide to die and be sparked back to life, or replaced with spicier, cancerier cells. It's like a puzzle box that's rescrambled itself up just in time for every new sexytime.
This is the worst analogy (heh, anal-ogy) ever. Just forget he made it.
There. A beautiful spark rockets across his brain, probably frying one the lobes in the mean time.] Fuck. Finally. [One finger, no matter how thick and calloused, isn't comparable to a dick, but they're getting somewhere.
Maybe not quite a squeak. But Wade's about as vocal as he ever is, with little grunts and groans and another chill that moves him closer until he's all but straddling Nate's lap. Thing is, that's reminding him (fuck, he was not kidding, thinking is about as easy as swimming in maple syrup right now) he didn't finish his job.] Yeah. Fuck, yeah. It's good.
[Gives him a little encouragement, then he gives Little Nate a heated look between them. Give enough room for Nate to finger his asshole, give himself enough room for his lubed fingers to wrap around Nate's cock again and stroke again. Something something Kill before me and I'll come you. Wait. Close enough.] You? Good?
[They're nailing the conversational part of this.]
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Obviously, he's picking that option --
Lucky he doesn't bite his dick in reaction. Real lucky. Wade's a pro.] Ow.
[Just so Cabes knows he's absolutely affected. Wait, did he seriously just say "oopsie"? When he looks up with a low laugh -- the kind that goes mostly through his nose -- he's the grinning clown to Cable's stone.] Sounds like I'm melting it. [He just manages to snag the lube with a hand, and he has just enough brain himself to steal a bit for his hands before dropping it on Cable's thigh.
His hand takes over where his mouth was, only 'cause he's gotta enjoy this while it's happening. Make it last a little longer.] Feel pretty good not to be overthinking for once in your life?
[He actually has no idea what he's doing, but he's 100% dedicated to keepin' it going.]
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He pushes through it to gain his focus back, taking the lube and wetting his fingers. With a hand on Wade's shoulder, he pulls him a little closer so his hand can reach his ass. His two middle fingers stroke Wade's hole up and down, not inviting a finger yet. Inviting the suggestion of a finger.]
Last chance to tell me you're a virgin. [Dryly. He presses his fingertip harder against him, still not inside him.]
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So, he can't say that part. But he can say:] You should enjoy the ride.
[Melting brains can be a net positive when you're going for it, animal style. It's not like Wade's overthinking now they're in the throes of things. Not when he's got the taste of sweat and cock on his tongue.
He's starting to think he likes seeing Cable like this. 'Cause god knows he wants to hear him say oopsie again.
Wade raises up on his knees with the pull, like he's just another object being pulled around by his telepathy. Now there's a thought. A shudder moves its way across his cratered skin, the smoothest parts between the tumours tinting pink to red.
He grins.] I'm a brand-spankin'-new virgin every day. So you gonna pop that cherry, daddy? [He wiggles his ass enticingly. Look, Wade's not exactly a looker but the ass is undeniable. Muscular and succulent. Not even the least bit dehydrated.] C'mon. I'm waiting.
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It doesn't stop him from looking befuddled for a moment, visibly processing the new information. This is also uniquely challenging, because Wade is wiggling his ass. Cable shakes his head.]
Uh-huh. [He doesn't have time to unpack how he feels about that (good) when there's business to attend to. His finger pushes against Wade, working its way inside him. Like with anything in Cable's life, he's very precise about every motion. He pushes in to the base of his finger, then half out, then he's circling his finger inside Wade. He keeps the pressure on him, persistently looking for the places that make him squeak.]
Good?
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As long as he's gonna get simulation soon. Before he starts resorting to more than just a little tease.
Which. Okay, he was kind of joking. Maybe. He can definitely say the first time being pegged hurt about the same amount as the tenth time, and that was before the mutation. Assholes are flexible. Wade's just happens to rebuild every time his cells decide to die and be sparked back to life, or replaced with spicier, cancerier cells. It's like a puzzle box that's rescrambled itself up just in time for every new sexytime.
This is the worst analogy (heh, anal-ogy) ever. Just forget he made it.
There. A beautiful spark rockets across his brain, probably frying one the lobes in the mean time.] Fuck. Finally. [One finger, no matter how thick and calloused, isn't comparable to a dick, but they're getting somewhere.
Maybe not quite a squeak. But Wade's about as vocal as he ever is, with little grunts and groans and another chill that moves him closer until he's all but straddling Nate's lap. Thing is, that's reminding him (fuck, he was not kidding, thinking is about as easy as swimming in maple syrup right now) he didn't finish his job.] Yeah. Fuck, yeah. It's good.
[Gives him a little encouragement, then he gives Little Nate a heated look between them. Give enough room for Nate to finger his asshole, give himself enough room for his lubed fingers to wrap around Nate's cock again and stroke again. Something something Kill before me and I'll come you. Wait. Close enough.] You? Good?
[They're nailing the conversational part of this.]