[It's been a hell of a night. A basket, a dinner, a date, and fucking in positively coldest bed he's ever been in his life. Wade's brain this thick, viscous soup of easy pleasure unburdened by the -- fuck, the everything that's usually clogging it. Like surfing on a wave that's got no intention of bucking him off. At least as long as it lasts.
So he can do this. Watch Harry's flushed face, kiss him across a heated cheek, stroke inside him until he's jerking underneath like a slightly drunk bucking bronco. Enjoy him squeezing a handful of pockmarked skin without thinking of what it feels like to uncalloused hands.
Get a kiss without spiraling too much about it. Plenty of time for that later. Orgasm time now.]
Guranteed sequel, promise. [He says, heavy-lidded, voice grown fat and deeper on arousal, mumbled somewhere into Harry's neck. Maybe some of that train fever dream's still in his head, 'cause the crazy idea of just biting right into him pops into Wade's thick brain. A real bite. Deep and bloody.
-- Right. Intrusive thought. He bites, but it isn't hard at all, just a bare nip at the corner of his jaw as Harry gives him the lowdown. His laugh in response is a quiet, the finger strokes more intense, moving faster in a haphazard time that doesn't quite match the jerking around Harry's cock.]
We'll workshop the dirty talk. [Real sexy of him. Spoken like a guy who's maybe not had to have a back up safe word for his safe word. Wade's is blueberry muffins, by the way, which is really hard to say when you've got a gag in your mouth.] Next meeting.
[Now he's gotta live up to all his bullshit sexual innuendos, huh? Well, don't let anyone say he doesn't try to back up his words with his mouth.] Lemme give you a little lip service. Wouldn't want to waste any.
[And he's not about to roll right outta bed to wipe his stomach clean.
Let him overload the guy's brain with the world's greatest prostate exam, combined with a hand giving him a firm stroke, and then Wade moving down to cap off his dick with his mouth. A few rolling licks, a loud, wet suck that Wade dedicates his entire attention to, and then a heavy swallow once Harry's riding the orgasm train, jerking in his grip.
Top it off with a lick of his lips. You gotta end with the lick, you know? Keeping things neat and tidy, as much as two messy human bodies can be.
Wade slips his fingers free, planting both hands in the mattress. Is this the part where he says Happy Valentine's Day? His head's swimming. Doesn't feel like it matters much what day it is.] Should I ask for the first time review now or later?
[ The entire experience is something to behold. To be treated with such gentleness and fierce dominance that Harry can sink into this very mattress and astral project himself into Cloud 9. Each nip and kiss feeling as though they are stanzas in a poem, of feeling wanted and adored. From the way Wade teases his kisses on his neck, giving him the smallest of love nips, to how his voice goes low and husky, morphing into a ravenous growl.
Soft moans morph into pathetic whimpers, wet with arousal. The two fingers stroking inside his prostate feel as though Wade had found all those years of pent-up sexual frustration. It feels so, so damn good. A deep, pulsating desire emerges from Harry’s breath, to be so good for the man who is sucking his jawline raw. Outside these sheets feels like Antartica, but what was going on underneath might as well feel like a vacation in Turks and Caicos.
One hand continues to cup over the back of Wade’s head while his other hand massages his partner’s shoulder. ]
Uh huh… Want more of you. Please.
[ He wants to be so good for him. Every stroke, lick, and pump is bringing Harry that much closer to cum. When Wade shifts to go down on Harry, his eyes nearly roll to the back of his head. The way Wade methodically sucks and licks his throbbing dick is enough for him to yowl in saturated pleasure. His hands move back down to Wade’s perky ass, blunt fingernails digging into his plush skin.
Words fail him at this moment, being reduced to a domesticated animal deep in his heat. A barely audible ‘Yes! yes!’ can be heard underneath his breath as he braces himself to unload himself onto Wade until a steady stream of warm cum shoots out — and his mouth is right there to suck and swallow Harry’s load.
He takes a moment to watch Wade lick a piece of him from the side of his lips as Harry takes deep, panting breaths. Then he shimmies his hips upwards so he can sit more upright with his elbows propped on the pillows. He leans in to kiss Wade on his bottom lip. ]
Don’t think I could have asked for anything better.
[He gets a breathless, heady little laugh out before he moves in for the kiss.] Pretty damn generous review.
[That's one he can take home and hang on the wall, next to the first dollar he ever earned. Fuck, maybe he will. The wall's for him, after all, and this is a pretty good memory in a head full of bad ones.
This stormkissing thing's fucking wild, by the way. He didn't even get off himself and Wade's feeling like he's bathing in the afterglow, anyway, giving a little shudder as he falls onto the (icy) mattress beside him. His legs stretch out under the covers, a little groan of satisfaction making through his cracked lips. Nothin' wrong with a spicy bit of edging.
Okay, he does have a hand sneaking under the sheets. You can't blame a guy. Not like he wants his hands in the cold-ass air.]
You know, I never asked. [He shifts onto his side, propping his head on hand, elbow digging into a pillow.] Why'd you send a kid to drop off the basket?
[ Oh, Harry is basking in that afterglow. The temperatures may be below forty degrees, but he is about as giddy as they come when Wade lies next to him. There is a part of him (probably from their stormkissed bond) that feels like a dirty bad boy…but the real sexy kind. He adjusts the pillows behind him, fluffing them so that Wade has something fresh to rest on. Underneath the covers, it smells purely of sweat and sex. If it weren’t for the cold, Harry would climb out of bed to clean up, but right now? It’s just not worth risking hypothermia.
He lies back down on his back, his resting on top of his chest. All the while, Harry lets Wade grab whatever part of his body he wants to hold. The way Wade radiates body heat feels really nice, like one of those heating blankets, but with one setting. ]
Figured you might want some space.
[ It was very much trying to get a dog to walk on the grassier side of the street, but they’re too stubborn to paw around in their harness. ]
I know you always need some time to mull things over, so this was the best of both worlds. At least I knew if you didn’t come over, you’d have something for the rest of your shift.
think we can wrap this up!! in the next tag or two
[Seriously, why the fuck is he living here? Even Wade's motel isn't prone to giving him goddamn frostbite. And it's not like Nate's got the whole furnace thing going for him when half of him is metal. Well. The half that doesn't really matter.
He tugs the sheets up around his neck. Which just leaves his bald head freezing in the air, but. It's fine. He's definitely had worse, even if he's definitely missing his hair system. Would've been ace at a time like this.]
Oh, yeah. Totally. Me, known for needing space. [What Wade does grab onto is mostly all of Harry, slipping a warm arm around his middle because he may be a lot of things, but a cuddler is. Definitely one of them. Eventually, he'll slip away. Let the guy sleep alone in the goddamn icebox that is his place. Maybe think a little too hard that this whole setup was for Valentine's Day, and a guy with a romantic edge enough to fine-tune a gift basket for him thought that Wade Wilson was, you know. Worth the effort.
He snorts. It's not an answer he has to pick at. Just, here he'd been thinking Harry wasn't super enthused about being seen with him in public.
Not that Wade could blame him for that one. Look at how much hair the guy has, first of all. His complete lack of on-the-books murders. Also, possibly, off-the-books.]
You really think I'd turn down a chance to freeze to death in the tundra, localized entirely in a motel room? Please. [Space. Something about it. Harry has put way too much energy into thinking of what he might like, in a way that is almost disturbing. He's not even part of the f-word. He's just... a guy. That Wade met. And carried around a few times.
Not even from the same canon.]
Well, you nailed me. [With the basket, not. Okay, that too.] Gonna be real tough to top that for next time.
[He kids. He doesn't expect shit. Honestly, if Harry wants anything to do with him in the future, it's gonna surprise him, good sex or not.]
[ This busted radiator that should have been fixed ages ago. Will Harry find a resolution to his icebox problem? The jury is still out on that one. All the phone calls between Harry and his landlord have been … productive. If by productive you mean getting hung up mid-sentence. Then, yeah. He is making real headway there.
Harry turns himself over onto his side with his back facing Wade. His little butt shimmies close to Wade’s pelvis as he lets the big guy wrap an arm around his midsection. Harry can’t see, but he is probably close enough for Wade to get a whiff of his hair. Freshly washed with a hint of pomade.
There, Harry brushes over Wade’s calloused hand with his and lifts it off his stomach, pulling it close to his lips. ]
Then I will try to make it worth your while. [ And he gives the back of his hand a soft peck. ] Perhaps … a day at the bathhouse and a half-decent seafood place?
[ He laughs. Won’t that be something? Seafood? On a piece of land with one enigmatic ocean? Good luck with that. ]
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So he can do this. Watch Harry's flushed face, kiss him across a heated cheek, stroke inside him until he's jerking underneath like a slightly drunk bucking bronco. Enjoy him squeezing a handful of pockmarked skin without thinking of what it feels like to uncalloused hands.
Get a kiss without spiraling too much about it. Plenty of time for that later. Orgasm time now.]
Guranteed sequel, promise. [He says, heavy-lidded, voice grown fat and deeper on arousal, mumbled somewhere into Harry's neck. Maybe some of that train fever dream's still in his head, 'cause the crazy idea of just biting right into him pops into Wade's thick brain. A real bite. Deep and bloody.
-- Right. Intrusive thought. He bites, but it isn't hard at all, just a bare nip at the corner of his jaw as Harry gives him the lowdown. His laugh in response is a quiet, the finger strokes more intense, moving faster in a haphazard time that doesn't quite match the jerking around Harry's cock.]
We'll workshop the dirty talk. [Real sexy of him. Spoken like a guy who's maybe not had to have a back up safe word for his safe word. Wade's is blueberry muffins, by the way, which is really hard to say when you've got a gag in your mouth.] Next meeting.
[Now he's gotta live up to all his bullshit sexual innuendos, huh? Well, don't let anyone say he doesn't try to back up his words with his mouth.] Lemme give you a little lip service. Wouldn't want to waste any.
[And he's not about to roll right outta bed to wipe his stomach clean.
Let him overload the guy's brain with the world's greatest prostate exam, combined with a hand giving him a firm stroke, and then Wade moving down to cap off his dick with his mouth. A few rolling licks, a loud, wet suck that Wade dedicates his entire attention to, and then a heavy swallow once Harry's riding the orgasm train, jerking in his grip.
Top it off with a lick of his lips. You gotta end with the lick, you know? Keeping things neat and tidy, as much as two messy human bodies can be.
Wade slips his fingers free, planting both hands in the mattress. Is this the part where he says Happy Valentine's Day? His head's swimming. Doesn't feel like it matters much what day it is.] Should I ask for the first time review now or later?
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Soft moans morph into pathetic whimpers, wet with arousal. The two fingers stroking inside his prostate feel as though Wade had found all those years of pent-up sexual frustration. It feels so, so damn good. A deep, pulsating desire emerges from Harry’s breath, to be so good for the man who is sucking his jawline raw. Outside these sheets feels like Antartica, but what was going on underneath might as well feel like a vacation in Turks and Caicos.
One hand continues to cup over the back of Wade’s head while his other hand massages his partner’s shoulder. ]
Uh huh… Want more of you. Please.
[ He wants to be so good for him. Every stroke, lick, and pump is bringing Harry that much closer to cum. When Wade shifts to go down on Harry, his eyes nearly roll to the back of his head. The way Wade methodically sucks and licks his throbbing dick is enough for him to yowl in saturated pleasure. His hands move back down to Wade’s perky ass, blunt fingernails digging into his plush skin.
Words fail him at this moment, being reduced to a domesticated animal deep in his heat. A barely audible ‘Yes! yes!’ can be heard underneath his breath as he braces himself to unload himself onto Wade until a steady stream of warm cum shoots out — and his mouth is right there to suck and swallow Harry’s load.
He takes a moment to watch Wade lick a piece of him from the side of his lips as Harry takes deep, panting breaths. Then he shimmies his hips upwards so he can sit more upright with his elbows propped on the pillows. He leans in to kiss Wade on his bottom lip. ]
Don’t think I could have asked for anything better.
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[That's one he can take home and hang on the wall, next to the first dollar he ever earned. Fuck, maybe he will. The wall's for him, after all, and this is a pretty good memory in a head full of bad ones.
This stormkissing thing's fucking wild, by the way. He didn't even get off himself and Wade's feeling like he's bathing in the afterglow, anyway, giving a little shudder as he falls onto the (icy) mattress beside him. His legs stretch out under the covers, a little groan of satisfaction making through his cracked lips. Nothin' wrong with a spicy bit of edging.
Okay, he does have a hand sneaking under the sheets. You can't blame a guy. Not like he wants his hands in the cold-ass air.]
You know, I never asked. [He shifts onto his side, propping his head on hand, elbow digging into a pillow.] Why'd you send a kid to drop off the basket?
[Considering he was inviting him over anyway.]
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He lies back down on his back, his resting on top of his chest. All the while, Harry lets Wade grab whatever part of his body he wants to hold. The way Wade radiates body heat feels really nice, like one of those heating blankets, but with one setting. ]
Figured you might want some space.
[ It was very much trying to get a dog to walk on the grassier side of the street, but they’re too stubborn to paw around in their harness. ]
I know you always need some time to mull things over, so this was the best of both worlds. At least I knew if you didn’t come over, you’d have something for the rest of your shift.
think we can wrap this up!! in the next tag or two
He tugs the sheets up around his neck. Which just leaves his bald head freezing in the air, but. It's fine. He's definitely had worse, even if he's definitely missing his hair system. Would've been ace at a time like this.]
Oh, yeah. Totally. Me, known for needing space. [What Wade does grab onto is mostly all of Harry, slipping a warm arm around his middle because he may be a lot of things, but a cuddler is. Definitely one of them. Eventually, he'll slip away. Let the guy sleep alone in the goddamn icebox that is his place. Maybe think a little too hard that this whole setup was for Valentine's Day, and a guy with a romantic edge enough to fine-tune a gift basket for him thought that Wade Wilson was, you know. Worth the effort.
He snorts. It's not an answer he has to pick at. Just, here he'd been thinking Harry wasn't super enthused about being seen with him in public.
Not that Wade could blame him for that one. Look at how much hair the guy has, first of all. His complete lack of on-the-books murders. Also, possibly, off-the-books.]
You really think I'd turn down a chance to freeze to death in the tundra, localized entirely in a motel room? Please. [Space. Something about it. Harry has put way too much energy into thinking of what he might like, in a way that is almost disturbing. He's not even part of the f-word. He's just... a guy. That Wade met. And carried around a few times.
Not even from the same canon.]
Well, you nailed me. [With the basket, not. Okay, that too.] Gonna be real tough to top that for next time.
[He kids. He doesn't expect shit. Honestly, if Harry wants anything to do with him in the future, it's gonna surprise him, good sex or not.]
let's put a lil 🎀 on this old man yaoi
[ This busted radiator that should have been fixed ages ago. Will Harry find a resolution to his icebox problem? The jury is still out on that one. All the phone calls between Harry and his landlord have been … productive. If by productive you mean getting hung up mid-sentence. Then, yeah. He is making real headway there.
Harry turns himself over onto his side with his back facing Wade. His little butt shimmies close to Wade’s pelvis as he lets the big guy wrap an arm around his midsection. Harry can’t see, but he is probably close enough for Wade to get a whiff of his hair. Freshly washed with a hint of pomade.
There, Harry brushes over Wade’s calloused hand with his and lifts it off his stomach, pulling it close to his lips. ]
Then I will try to make it worth your while. [ And he gives the back of his hand a soft peck. ] Perhaps … a day at the bathhouse and a half-decent seafood place?
[ He laughs. Won’t that be something? Seafood? On a piece of land with one enigmatic ocean? Good luck with that. ]