[Okay, but where is this power bottom energy stored? We're looking to find it.
Wade swears he feels that groan crawling into all his little crevices. If anything, he's giving Harry's wandering hand an encouraging little squeeze of his cheeks. It's. Nice. Real nice. Having someone new, touching him like they're happy to explore. And Wade? He obviously loves attention. Loves being stared at. Hence the suit with the tight Lycra around his ass. Sometimes on his better days, he'd go out even before his overly elaborate and meant to be permanent hair system just to make people look at him. Just a funny thing that, now? Yeah, Harry might be near naked, but Wade's feeling exposed, flayed to the bone.]
Dunno. [Prepping his next words with a cheeky little grin:] I'm pretty sure I could break this bed without trying. [Not to give an Edward Cullen flex or anything. Speaking of. He turns his head to kiss the palm of Harry's hand, lifting up on his knees to unbutton his cardigan, tossing that to the chair they abandoned, as well as the shirt underneath it. At least Harry's already seen him down to the briefs. Not much to explain there.
Holy shit. Okay, yeah. That's cold. Okay, note that he's at least stealing this guy a fucking space heater.] Dammit. [He just got warm. Things needs prepping, though, so he miiight spend a very unsexy moment lifting Harry enough he can shuffle them both under a sheet. And then another unsexy moment of having to give him a hold that thought as he slips out of bed to grab the lube he definitely brought for anticipatory reasons. And then a final unsexy moment of moving back to the bed, unbuttoning and shimmying out of his pants (okay, that little move might be kinda sexy), and then shuffling back under the covers, dropping the little bottle next to the pillow.
When you think about it, there's way too many steps to this shit when it's impromptu.
Maybe the fact that he's wearing a bit of lacy panties barely holding everything in, like he promised, makes up for all of that. When Wade talks, he means it.] I gotta admit to you, Hare, I'm not real good at being nice or steady. [He says as he starts kissing down his chest, down to his stomach, spreading Harry's legs on either side of him. Wade's hands draw up over Harry's naked thighs. Cover's trapping a bit of body heat. They're getting somewhere.] But I guess now's a good time for a bit of character growth.
[The character growth is also gonna be getting him through the steps and not just sucking him off. Like. It's right there.
Nothing says he can't give Harry's dick a tantalizing little lick, though, peering up through his -- oh, right, no eyelashes. But he gets big brown eyes gazing up at him from under the tent of the cover.
Maybe he's putting off the main attraction for. A second. A minute. (And because sucking him off would be fun.) It's been the first time he's had to approach the "weird dick" warning part of this. Sure, he'd almost been naked running around that haunted house, but the whole on-fire melting flesh part of that changed things.] Listen. [He crawls back up, busying himself with opening the lube, slicking up the fingers of his right hand.] I'm like this. [He'd gesture if he wasn't busy.] All over. [Oh, look how fascinating it is to watch how fingers shine under neath the veil of candlelight. No, really. This might be his first time ever fucking beside actual candles. Usually it's in the dark.
As if he can't wait for the answer alone (he can't), Wade wraps a hand around Harry's dick like he's testing the lube's slick enough, giving him a good ol' distracting stroke. Yeah, that's slick all right.] If that's a dealbreaker. [That's probably cheating.]
[ Damn. He really needs to touch himself now. Even without the horn dog glasses, his cock is still hard while he waits for Wade. He soldiers through it, biting back how much he needs those hands to stroke and caress. Part of him feels a touch greedy, lying on the bed while Wade is putting on the final touches. Should he get up and fill two glasses of water? In case they get thirsty after they come.
But man… The more he waits, the more tender his loins become. His nipples are already stiff as a board. That same lustful sensation builds up from the bottom of his belly, salivating at the mouth for Wade to come for him.
As the saying goes, the best rewards come to those who wait. The bed shifts and dips when Wade comes crawling under the sheets in the most decadent pair of panties. The lining of his cock and balls under those delicate floral patterns stirs something inside him to reach out and get all over that sweet, decadent garden.
Of course Wade teases him. Never one to be nice and steady, yet here he is, softly stroking his hot member. The warmth of Wade’s tongue and breath tracing Harry’s cock sends him into a tailspin, knocking his head back onto the cluster of pillows and panting.
With Wade’s condition, it was never a point Harry felt all too compelled to bring up. Not unless Wade brought it up himself. Mostly because he can pinpoint all the gorgeous qualities of the man looking salaciously between his legs. Although, tough to convince a man covered head to toe in scars otherwise. Not something you can wave a wand over to wish one’s insecurities away. These things take time.
Harry can spot his uneasiness from underneath the covers. Naturally, he puts that unease to rest. ]
Oh, I know what I signed up for, and I’m still in.
[ Said with the confidence of a Southern man ready to dine at a hearty gumbo shop. ]
Besides, I’m your … [ His face goes beet red. ] pretty little kitty. It’d be a shame not to have a jungle cat as big as you to keep me nice and toasty.
[ He sounds nervous saying it out loud. Mostly unsure of whether he is making a total ass of himself or he really wants to take a shot at this entire pillow princess affair, and he wants to set the mood for the two of them.
Set the mood for Wade to lose himself for this one moment and put the shame with his scars to rest. ]
[There really is something to be said about Southern charm. Or maybe it's the stormkissed thing. Or maybe it's because Harry's gotten copious amounts of brain damage through his life that Wade doesn't know about. Thing is? In the moment, Wade believes him. That he doesn't give a shit. That it was a stupid thing for him to even bring up.
Look. It's been a while. It's been, maybe, longer than a while, since his last time with someone who can't benchlift an eighteen-wheeler. And it was always Vanessa, on both sides, smoothie Wade and fucked up mutant Wade, and even she needed a few drinks in her that first time after. Harry's never brought up what he looked like in that little train fantasy, didn't ask what the hell happened to you? Fall into a vat of acid? either 'cause he doesn't care or it doesn't matter.
Just something to note. Maybe it means something to him and, horny little crabwalker or not, that makes Harry. Really fucking hot, actually.
Not that he isn't already. There's something enchanting about the copious amount of crow's feet around his eyes and his penchant for loafers. And now, apparently, candlelit coitus.]
Mmhmm. [He laughs, lifting up to angle his face above Harry's big ol' brown orbs. (Wow. Like looking in a mirror.) Then he's diving in to kiss just under his jaw with an appreciative rumble to his words.] My pretty slick kitten. [He can't say where Harry's going with these cat metaphors, but they are making him laugh, a deep noise that gets stuck in his throat. (Secret furry? Hmm. Could be the type.) Yeah, no one adores a panther with mange who sounds like the worst version of Hal Jordan more than the human under him, apparently.
Can't argue the power that calling someone "mine" has, though. Wade's already about ready to kill for him if Hare has the slightest inclination towards wanting someone who mildly inconveniences him to live without both legs.
Woof. He might be in deep already. That's the sex-brain talking.
Much as he's naturally inclined to leave Harry just dying in the throes of his passion, he's here to give him a fresh, fun, undoubtedly homoerotic experience. So he moves the hand that's not currently stroking his cock (perhaps a little too slow) to pluck up the lube, and the way Wade can manage not only to open it but squeeze out enough to slick up his fingers with one hand probably lends to how much he's done this. (Mostly to himself, let's be real. He needs at least one dry hand to hold the unicorn stuffie, okay?)] Like you said. Nice and steady.
[He'll start with one finger, ringing his hole with the blunt tip of a warm index finger, watching Harry's face to gauge the levels of "whoaaa nelly" versus "this is definitely awakening something in me," until he finds an invitation to start pushing in up to his first knuckle.] First time means you get to set the pace, Mr. Wilson. [If he wants to draw it out like hell, or come as quickly as possible. Don't think that's gonna be hard. Both are an option.] Just gotta tell me what you want.
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Wade swears he feels that groan crawling into all his little crevices. If anything, he's giving Harry's wandering hand an encouraging little squeeze of his cheeks. It's. Nice. Real nice. Having someone new, touching him like they're happy to explore. And Wade? He obviously loves attention. Loves being stared at. Hence the suit with the tight Lycra around his ass. Sometimes on his better days, he'd go out even before his overly elaborate and meant to be permanent hair system just to make people look at him. Just a funny thing that, now? Yeah, Harry might be near naked, but Wade's feeling exposed, flayed to the bone.]
Dunno. [Prepping his next words with a cheeky little grin:] I'm pretty sure I could break this bed without trying. [Not to give an Edward Cullen flex or anything. Speaking of. He turns his head to kiss the palm of Harry's hand, lifting up on his knees to unbutton his cardigan, tossing that to the chair they abandoned, as well as the shirt underneath it. At least Harry's already seen him down to the briefs. Not much to explain there.
Holy shit. Okay, yeah. That's cold. Okay, note that he's at least stealing this guy a fucking space heater.] Dammit. [He just got warm. Things needs prepping, though, so he miiight spend a very unsexy moment lifting Harry enough he can shuffle them both under a sheet. And then another unsexy moment of having to give him a hold that thought as he slips out of bed to grab the lube he definitely brought for anticipatory reasons. And then a final unsexy moment of moving back to the bed, unbuttoning and shimmying out of his pants (okay, that little move might be kinda sexy), and then shuffling back under the covers, dropping the little bottle next to the pillow.
When you think about it, there's way too many steps to this shit when it's impromptu.
Maybe the fact that he's wearing a bit of lacy panties barely holding everything in, like he promised, makes up for all of that. When Wade talks, he means it.] I gotta admit to you, Hare, I'm not real good at being nice or steady. [He says as he starts kissing down his chest, down to his stomach, spreading Harry's legs on either side of him. Wade's hands draw up over Harry's naked thighs. Cover's trapping a bit of body heat. They're getting somewhere.] But I guess now's a good time for a bit of character growth.
[The character growth is also gonna be getting him through the steps and not just sucking him off. Like. It's right there.
Nothing says he can't give Harry's dick a tantalizing little lick, though, peering up through his -- oh, right, no eyelashes. But he gets big brown eyes gazing up at him from under the tent of the cover.
Maybe he's putting off the main attraction for. A second. A minute. (And because sucking him off would be fun.) It's been the first time he's had to approach the "weird dick" warning part of this. Sure, he'd almost been naked running around that haunted house, but the whole on-fire melting flesh part of that changed things.] Listen. [He crawls back up, busying himself with opening the lube, slicking up the fingers of his right hand.] I'm like this. [He'd gesture if he wasn't busy.] All over. [Oh, look how fascinating it is to watch how fingers shine under neath the veil of candlelight. No, really. This might be his first time ever fucking beside actual candles. Usually it's in the dark.
As if he can't wait for the answer alone (he can't), Wade wraps a hand around Harry's dick like he's testing the lube's slick enough, giving him a good ol' distracting stroke. Yeah, that's slick all right.] If that's a dealbreaker. [That's probably cheating.]
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But man… The more he waits, the more tender his loins become. His nipples are already stiff as a board. That same lustful sensation builds up from the bottom of his belly, salivating at the mouth for Wade to come for him.
As the saying goes, the best rewards come to those who wait. The bed shifts and dips when Wade comes crawling under the sheets in the most decadent pair of panties. The lining of his cock and balls under those delicate floral patterns stirs something inside him to reach out and get all over that sweet, decadent garden.
Of course Wade teases him. Never one to be nice and steady, yet here he is, softly stroking his hot member. The warmth of Wade’s tongue and breath tracing Harry’s cock sends him into a tailspin, knocking his head back onto the cluster of pillows and panting.
With Wade’s condition, it was never a point Harry felt all too compelled to bring up. Not unless Wade brought it up himself. Mostly because he can pinpoint all the gorgeous qualities of the man looking salaciously between his legs. Although, tough to convince a man covered head to toe in scars otherwise. Not something you can wave a wand over to wish one’s insecurities away. These things take time.
Harry can spot his uneasiness from underneath the covers. Naturally, he puts that unease to rest. ]
Oh, I know what I signed up for, and I’m still in.
[ Said with the confidence of a Southern man ready to dine at a hearty gumbo shop. ]
Besides, I’m your … [ His face goes beet red. ] pretty little kitty. It’d be a shame not to have a jungle cat as big as you to keep me nice and toasty.
[ He sounds nervous saying it out loud. Mostly unsure of whether he is making a total ass of himself or he really wants to take a shot at this entire pillow princess affair, and he wants to set the mood for the two of them.
Set the mood for Wade to lose himself for this one moment and put the shame with his scars to rest. ]
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Look. It's been a while. It's been, maybe, longer than a while, since his last time with someone who can't benchlift an eighteen-wheeler. And it was always Vanessa, on both sides, smoothie Wade and fucked up mutant Wade, and even she needed a few drinks in her that first time after. Harry's never brought up what he looked like in that little train fantasy, didn't ask what the hell happened to you? Fall into a vat of acid? either 'cause he doesn't care or it doesn't matter.
Just something to note. Maybe it means something to him and, horny little crabwalker or not, that makes Harry. Really fucking hot, actually.
Not that he isn't already. There's something enchanting about the copious amount of crow's feet around his eyes and his penchant for loafers. And now, apparently, candlelit coitus.]
Mmhmm. [He laughs, lifting up to angle his face above Harry's big ol' brown orbs. (Wow. Like looking in a mirror.) Then he's diving in to kiss just under his jaw with an appreciative rumble to his words.] My pretty slick kitten. [He can't say where Harry's going with these cat metaphors, but they are making him laugh, a deep noise that gets stuck in his throat. (Secret furry? Hmm. Could be the type.) Yeah, no one adores a panther with mange who sounds like the worst version of Hal Jordan more than the human under him, apparently.
Can't argue the power that calling someone "mine" has, though. Wade's already about ready to kill for him if Hare has the slightest inclination towards wanting someone who mildly inconveniences him to live without both legs.
Woof. He might be in deep already. That's the sex-brain talking.
Much as he's naturally inclined to leave Harry just dying in the throes of his passion, he's here to give him a fresh, fun, undoubtedly homoerotic experience. So he moves the hand that's not currently stroking his cock (perhaps a little too slow) to pluck up the lube, and the way Wade can manage not only to open it but squeeze out enough to slick up his fingers with one hand probably lends to how much he's done this. (Mostly to himself, let's be real. He needs at least one dry hand to hold the unicorn stuffie, okay?)] Like you said. Nice and steady.
[He'll start with one finger, ringing his hole with the blunt tip of a warm index finger, watching Harry's face to gauge the levels of "whoaaa nelly" versus "this is definitely awakening something in me," until he finds an invitation to start pushing in up to his first knuckle.] First time means you get to set the pace, Mr. Wilson. [If he wants to draw it out like hell, or come as quickly as possible. Don't think that's gonna be hard. Both are an option.] Just gotta tell me what you want.