[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.
[ Alright. That was … a lot less awkward than he feared — tickled by both the warmth of the kiss and how he was, in fact, confirmed as a pretty little thing for Wade to dote on. Sometimes a man looks at himself in the mirror and declares that he wants to be claimed by a six foot two, muscular superhero. Now here he is, being stroked and petted in a way that makes his lips curl up into a wobbly grin.
There is a gentleness in the way Wade stroked him. The combination of a fully slicked, lubed palm warming against his dick, already wet with pre-cum. All while feeling a thick and steady pressure from bottom to shaft that makes Harry's toes curl with pleasure. If it weren’t for the blunt end of Wade’s finger carefully inching around the rim of his hole, he might have asked him to go faster. Now? His head sinks further into the pillows with his eyes rolling back until Wade hits just the right spot in his tight and slicked hole. Soft grunts soon crescendo into a sharp, pleasurable whimper. ]
There! [ Nodding. ] There.
[ He is about ready to burst. A barrage of sensual stimulation, of having his cock constantly pumped, and his hole eagerly taking in Wade, inch by inch. His brain is about to melt into a gooey puddle. Not in the same way as being a puddle of horny juice. This time around, he can feel the meticulous handiwork Wade puts in — like a chef to a finely crafted gourmet meal. It fills his belly with pure satisfaction in a way that will likely be remembered years from now.
His slim hips buck forward as he reaches over to cup the back of Wade’s head, bracing himself for what’s more to come. ]
More of that. Go steady for me, honey. I'm - [ He moans. ] Didn't realize how tight it was down there.
[Which is a really fun spin on things, because Wade has definitely been spending the majority of his life lately as the little guy on the receiving end of things. Only reason he's the one steering the boat right now is by the dearth of experience he got never being able to keep it in his pants. Not that he would claim the mantle of "natural bottom" (despite earning it.)]
Oh, yeah? Right here? [Yeah, they've hit peak "I'm already awakened." Much as he loves being a little shit, there's something to the way Wade follows commands in bed, teasing around the rim only with a second second finger and stroking a bit deeper to get at that perfect little spot (one might even call it the p-spot) with the first finger just to get him jerking.
He's enjoying this. It's good. It's easy. He's enjoying kissing under Harry's jaw and pulling back to watch the myriad of about forty different expressions he manages to make, the sculpted shapes of his crow's feet like the crackling of polished marble. Not to mention the salacious moans. If Wade was a worse person, one of those would be going in his phone as his newest ringtone. Midi style.
Wade lowers down as Harry's hand pulls him, hovering just above with a long stare at his lips. Something's been stopping him from just going full on tongue-hockey since they made it to bed, like there's something even more wanton about open-mouth kissing than the fact he's working on getting him off just with a finger. (Okay, a finger and a whole hand.) Also, talking. He does love to talk.]
Comes with the territory. It's your first day on the job. [He's being slow. Patient, even. Patience of a saint compared to Wade on a good day. But when something worthwhile's got his attention, it's got every scrap of it. He can ignore the music repeating, or one of the bedsprings poking his knee, or the fact all those wet panty jokes have truly come to pass, and his dick is barely hanging in there at all. They're gonna be a mess. But, you know, he's gonna enjoy being a mess -- and without any buzzing in his head that's telling him this is a bad idea, that this is one more attachment to get killed down the line, that he doesn't deserve this.]
And you're doing such a good fucking job of taking it, kitten. [He deserves to hear about it. Harry's taking it like a champ. Like a smart guy. Like a guy who knows his limits, who isn't yelling "just shove it in me already!" at his girl wearing a strap-on that may have been a little ambitious in size while he braces himself on his knees and elbows. Let's just say, Harry deserves a better first-time experience. Because healing that, without powers? That was a bitch. Bitch and a half, even.] Tell me you can take a little more.
[ Things are fully in motion, and Harry is feeling things he never would have imagined. A second finger comes into play, and he gives a little shoulder shimmy in excitement. This particular sensitive spot is where Harry ought to be wincing in pain, but the pressure Wade puts onto his happy-spot almost causes him to shoot his load.
All while the two of them have been playing this back and forth of ‘Will they / Won’t they tongue’, neither of them seems to want to make the move to lash tongues around. Harry is more preoccupied with how Wade looks adoringly at him as they nuzzle each other's faces and peck each others with kisses.
Let’s not forget that cock fighting for its life in those panties. As much as Harry wants to savor this moment, he wants to give Wade a little parting gift to show him his gratitude — thinking how much he wants to try and lap his tongue around the shaft of his thick penis. Swallowing his whole member until the the mutant praises some omnipotent deity.
The headboard behind them taps against the wall. Old beige paint is finally showing off its cracks as small chips glide to the floor. It’s been a while since Harry has felt this dirty. The hot kind of dirty. The kind of dirty you saw in those straight to VHS action movies from the 80s. His hand glides down from the back of Wade’s neck right up to the meat of his pecs, giving it a soft squeeze.
He sits up further to kiss Wade on the lips before lying back down. Ever so gentle. ]
Only because I have someone to show me the ropes. Maybe one day I could…take more than a few fingers.
[ Alright. As the kids say: time to lock in. He wants to go as far as he can before his load lands all over Wade’s stomach. ]
Okay. Alright, I’m ready. Go ahead — [ Wait. Hold on. This is supposed to be heat of the moment frisky talk. Not a 9 AM business meeting. ] I mean… Think you could help me out? Could really use a big guy like you to use that powerful hand to make me … come?
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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.
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There is a gentleness in the way Wade stroked him. The combination of a fully slicked, lubed palm warming against his dick, already wet with pre-cum. All while feeling a thick and steady pressure from bottom to shaft that makes Harry's toes curl with pleasure. If it weren’t for the blunt end of Wade’s finger carefully inching around the rim of his hole, he might have asked him to go faster. Now? His head sinks further into the pillows with his eyes rolling back until Wade hits just the right spot in his tight and slicked hole. Soft grunts soon crescendo into a sharp, pleasurable whimper. ]
There! [ Nodding. ] There.
[ He is about ready to burst. A barrage of sensual stimulation, of having his cock constantly pumped, and his hole eagerly taking in Wade, inch by inch. His brain is about to melt into a gooey puddle. Not in the same way as being a puddle of horny juice. This time around, he can feel the meticulous handiwork Wade puts in — like a chef to a finely crafted gourmet meal. It fills his belly with pure satisfaction in a way that will likely be remembered years from now.
His slim hips buck forward as he reaches over to cup the back of Wade’s head, bracing himself for what’s more to come. ]
More of that. Go steady for me, honey. I'm - [ He moans. ] Didn't realize how tight it was down there.
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Oh, yeah? Right here? [Yeah, they've hit peak "I'm already awakened." Much as he loves being a little shit, there's something to the way Wade follows commands in bed, teasing around the rim only with a second second finger and stroking a bit deeper to get at that perfect little spot (one might even call it the p-spot) with the first finger just to get him jerking.
He's enjoying this. It's good. It's easy. He's enjoying kissing under Harry's jaw and pulling back to watch the myriad of about forty different expressions he manages to make, the sculpted shapes of his crow's feet like the crackling of polished marble. Not to mention the salacious moans. If Wade was a worse person, one of those would be going in his phone as his newest ringtone. Midi style.
Wade lowers down as Harry's hand pulls him, hovering just above with a long stare at his lips. Something's been stopping him from just going full on tongue-hockey since they made it to bed, like there's something even more wanton about open-mouth kissing than the fact he's working on getting him off just with a finger. (Okay, a finger and a whole hand.) Also, talking. He does love to talk.]
Comes with the territory. It's your first day on the job. [He's being slow. Patient, even. Patience of a saint compared to Wade on a good day. But when something worthwhile's got his attention, it's got every scrap of it. He can ignore the music repeating, or one of the bedsprings poking his knee, or the fact all those wet panty jokes have truly come to pass, and his dick is barely hanging in there at all. They're gonna be a mess. But, you know, he's gonna enjoy being a mess -- and without any buzzing in his head that's telling him this is a bad idea, that this is one more attachment to get killed down the line, that he doesn't deserve this.]
And you're doing such a good fucking job of taking it, kitten. [He deserves to hear about it. Harry's taking it like a champ. Like a smart guy. Like a guy who knows his limits, who isn't yelling "just shove it in me already!" at his girl wearing a strap-on that may have been a little ambitious in size while he braces himself on his knees and elbows. Let's just say, Harry deserves a better first-time experience. Because healing that, without powers? That was a bitch. Bitch and a half, even.] Tell me you can take a little more.
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All while the two of them have been playing this back and forth of ‘Will they / Won’t they tongue’, neither of them seems to want to make the move to lash tongues around. Harry is more preoccupied with how Wade looks adoringly at him as they nuzzle each other's faces and peck each others with kisses.
Let’s not forget that cock fighting for its life in those panties. As much as Harry wants to savor this moment, he wants to give Wade a little parting gift to show him his gratitude — thinking how much he wants to try and lap his tongue around the shaft of his thick penis. Swallowing his whole member until the the mutant praises some omnipotent deity.
The headboard behind them taps against the wall. Old beige paint is finally showing off its cracks as small chips glide to the floor. It’s been a while since Harry has felt this dirty. The hot kind of dirty. The kind of dirty you saw in those straight to VHS action movies from the 80s. His hand glides down from the back of Wade’s neck right up to the meat of his pecs, giving it a soft squeeze.
He sits up further to kiss Wade on the lips before lying back down. Ever so gentle. ]
Only because I have someone to show me the ropes. Maybe one day I could…take more than a few fingers.
[ Alright. As the kids say: time to lock in. He wants to go as far as he can before his load lands all over Wade’s stomach. ]
Okay. Alright, I’m ready. Go ahead — [ Wait. Hold on. This is supposed to be heat of the moment frisky talk. Not a 9 AM business meeting. ] I mean… Think you could help me out? Could really use a big guy like you to use that powerful hand to make me … come?