Logan Howlett

Hey, Lo, pop quiz - what's today? :3

He chuckles at the feeling of being clung to, his body turning to face Logan. He put a hand on his cheek, smiling softly.

"Mmmm I'm still new to the area. What is there to do around here? Also, it's your birthday. What would you like to do?" Logan's low voice came out like a grumble, but he was far from grumpy. He just wanted to shower Wade in love.

"Good point. I guess I should actually decide for once."

Logan smiled softly, peppering soft kisses all over Wade's face.

Hey, Lo, pop quiz - what's today? :3

He chuckles at the feeling of being clung to, his body turning to face Logan. He put a hand on his cheek, smiling softly.

"Mmmm I'm still new to the area. What is there to do around here? Also, it's your birthday. What would you like to do?" Logan's low voice came out like a grumble, but he was far from grumpy. He just wanted to shower Wade in love.

Logan stumbles by with a fifth of Jim Beam in his hand, nearly empty. "Hey, bub. D'you know how to get to...shit. Where the fuck am I? How the fuck did I get here?" He growls.

Logan chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around Wade and pulling him close, tracing small circles across the merc's back. He hummed contently as Wade pressed another kiss to his lips, and he eagerly returned the favor, hands cradling the other's face as they kissed.

Logan stumbles by with a fifth of Jim Beam in his hand, nearly empty. "Hey, bub. D'you know how to get to...shit. Where the fuck am I? How the fuck did I get here?" He growls.

"Well I've got nowhere else to go, Wade." Logan started, smiling softly as he peppered soft kisses against Wade's jawline. The problem with nowhere else to go was that he'd also have the same issue tomorrow, and the next. Yet he didn't want to feel like a burden to Wade. He had already asked too much of him, letting him use his bathroom to clean up and borrow his clothes. Yet he was afraid of asking Wade for more help.

"More, more- Touch me, look at me, please, I want you..."

As Logan stopped moving, Wade desperately began to thrust his hips up into his mouth, a hand snaking into his hair and holding him tight. A broken moan escaped him as he did so, and even though he was quite in control, he felt absolutely helpless under Logan's touch. And fuck, it felt amazing.

Logan moaned as Wade gripped onto his hair and started fucking himself down his throat and onto his fingers. Logan’s gaze never broke Wade’s, his expression trying to convey the words “use me”. He wanted Wade to get lost in the feeling of him. He wanted Wade to let go and just let himself feel so good.

His eyes widened at the third finger, and he jerked his hips up directly against Logan's face, holding his head down tightly as he felt him rub against all the right places inside of him. Fuck. He was already so close. He rutted his hips into Logan's mouth, keeping him pressed against his pelvis, desperation kicking in as he chased his release.

Logan slowly sank the third finger in once he figured Wade was well enough prepped for it, groaning as his throat was forced down on the younger man's cock. He swallowed every inch eagerly, nose buried in his pelvis, and all he could think was he's so fucking perfect.

"Nghh, I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry."

Logan groaned, slowly pulling off of Wade's cock, just so he could pant and kiss every inch of skin across his hips and torso he could as he made his way back up the merc's body. He kept fucking his three fingers into his lover, teeth sinking into his skin as Wade let out a particularly beautiful moan.

His eyes open wide, and he immediately calls out his answer.

The second Wade gave him the okay to continue, Logan pressed forward, his mouth falling open the second he felt the merc's walls taking him in, clenching around his shaft as he sank in.

He pressed his hips against Logan's, gasping in pleasure as he took his cock to its base. A long moan of satisfaction came from him, and he locked eyes with Logan, purring out his words.

His other hand slid down the curve of Logan's back, as he whined at the feeling of being filled. Logan's praise made his head spin. For the first time in a long time, he really did believe it.

Logan licked greedily into Wade's mouth, panting as he started picking up the pace, fingers digging into Wade's thighs as the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed off the walls. The sound of Wade's moans and cries of pleasure were like music to Logan's ears, and he was playing him like a fiddle.

He yelped out in pleasure, his cock twitching and leaking needily as he took Logan. Every single touch sent shocks of pleasure through him. It all felt like heaven on earth. No, Logan - just being there with him - felt like heaven. That was all it took.

Logan panted, fingers digging into Wade's hips as he drew out his thrusts yet again, his movements agonizingly slow just so he could catch his breath and hear Wade whine and beg for more. He was so damn close. Wade felt so fucking good. He groaned out slowly, licking a long, wet stripe up the center of Wade's neck before fucking his tongue back down his throat, kissing him roughly, needily as he started picking the pace back up.

He shivered at Logan's words, one of his hands reaching down to stroke himself at the pace of the other man's thrusts.

Logan growled low in his throat as Wade's moans and cries picked up in volume. He snaked his arms around the merc's waist, drawing him closer as he thrust roughly into him, fucking into him in a quick, sharp staccato that had him on the ropes, the tension about ready to snap.

He pressed his forehead against Logan's, a soft smile on his face.

"You're perfect to me, and that's enough."

You're doing such a good job, big boy ;)

Yes it is

Logan stumbles by with a fifth of Jim Beam in his hand, nearly empty. "Hey, bub. D'you know how to get to...shit. Where the fuck am I? How the fuck did I get here?" He growls.

"Well I've got nowhere else to go, Wade." Logan started, smiling softly as he peppered soft kisses against Wade's jawline. The problem with nowhere else to go was that he'd also have the same issue tomorrow, and the next. Yet he didn't want to feel like a burden to Wade. He had already asked too much of him, letting him use his bathroom to clean up and borrow his clothes. Yet he was afraid of asking Wade for more help.

"More, more- Touch me, look at me, please, I want you..."

As Logan stopped moving, Wade desperately began to thrust his hips up into his mouth, a hand snaking into his hair and holding him tight. A broken moan escaped him as he did so, and even though he was quite in control, he felt absolutely helpless under Logan's touch. And fuck, it felt amazing.

Logan moaned as Wade gripped onto his hair and started fucking himself down his throat and onto his fingers. Logan’s gaze never broke Wade’s, his expression trying to convey the words “use me”. He wanted Wade to get lost in the feeling of him. He wanted Wade to let go and just let himself feel so good.

His eyes widened at the third finger, and he jerked his hips up directly against Logan's face, holding his head down tightly as he felt him rub against all the right places inside of him. Fuck. He was already so close. He rutted his hips into Logan's mouth, keeping him pressed against his pelvis, desperation kicking in as he chased his release.

Logan slowly sank the third finger in once he figured Wade was well enough prepped for it, groaning as his throat was forced down on the younger man's cock. He swallowed every inch eagerly, nose buried in his pelvis, and all he could think was he's so fucking perfect.

"Nghh, I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry."

Logan groaned, slowly pulling off of Wade's cock, just so he could pant and kiss every inch of skin across his hips and torso he could as he made his way back up the merc's body. He kept fucking his three fingers into his lover, teeth sinking into his skin as Wade let out a particularly beautiful moan.

His eyes open wide, and he immediately calls out his answer.

The second Wade gave him the okay to continue, Logan pressed forward, his mouth falling open the second he felt the merc's walls taking him in, clenching around his shaft as he sank in.

He pressed his hips against Logan's, gasping in pleasure as he took his cock to its base. A long moan of satisfaction came from him, and he locked eyes with Logan, purring out his words.

His other hand slid down the curve of Logan's back, as he whined at the feeling of being filled. Logan's praise made his head spin. For the first time in a long time, he really did believe it.

Logan licked greedily into Wade's mouth, panting as he started picking up the pace, fingers digging into Wade's thighs as the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed off the walls. The sound of Wade's moans and cries of pleasure were like music to Logan's ears, and he was playing him like a fiddle.

He yelped out in pleasure, his cock twitching and leaking needily as he took Logan. Every single touch sent shocks of pleasure through him. It all felt like heaven on earth. No, Logan - just being there with him - felt like heaven. That was all it took.

Logan panted, fingers digging into Wade's hips as he drew out his thrusts yet again, his movements agonizingly slow just so he could catch his breath and hear Wade whine and beg for more. He was so damn close. Wade felt so fucking good. He groaned out slowly, licking a long, wet stripe up the center of Wade's neck before fucking his tongue back down his throat, kissing him roughly, needily as he started picking the pace back up.

He shivered at Logan's words, one of his hands reaching down to stroke himself at the pace of the other man's thrusts.

Logan growled low in his throat as Wade's moans and cries picked up in volume. He snaked his arms around the merc's waist, drawing him closer as he thrust roughly into him, fucking into him in a quick, sharp staccato that had him on the ropes, the tension about ready to snap.

He pressed his forehead against Logan's, a soft smile on his face.

Logan stumbles by with a fifth of Jim Beam in his hand, nearly empty. "Hey, bub. D'you know how to get to...shit. Where the fuck am I? How the fuck did I get here?" He growls.

"Well I've got nowhere else to go, Wade." Logan started, smiling softly as he peppered soft kisses against Wade's jawline. The problem with nowhere else to go was that he'd also have the same issue tomorrow, and the next. Yet he didn't want to feel like a burden to Wade. He had already asked too much of him, letting him use his bathroom to clean up and borrow his clothes. Yet he was afraid of asking Wade for more help.

"More, more- Touch me, look at me, please, I want you..."

As Logan stopped moving, Wade desperately began to thrust his hips up into his mouth, a hand snaking into his hair and holding him tight. A broken moan escaped him as he did so, and even though he was quite in control, he felt absolutely helpless under Logan's touch. And fuck, it felt amazing.

Logan moaned as Wade gripped onto his hair and started fucking himself down his throat and onto his fingers. Logan’s gaze never broke Wade’s, his expression trying to convey the words “use me”. He wanted Wade to get lost in the feeling of him. He wanted Wade to let go and just let himself feel so good.

His eyes widened at the third finger, and he jerked his hips up directly against Logan's face, holding his head down tightly as he felt him rub against all the right places inside of him. Fuck. He was already so close. He rutted his hips into Logan's mouth, keeping him pressed against his pelvis, desperation kicking in as he chased his release.

Logan slowly sank the third finger in once he figured Wade was well enough prepped for it, groaning as his throat was forced down on the younger man's cock. He swallowed every inch eagerly, nose buried in his pelvis, and all he could think was he's so fucking perfect.

"Nghh, I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry."

Logan groaned, slowly pulling off of Wade's cock, just so he could pant and kiss every inch of skin across his hips and torso he could as he made his way back up the merc's body. He kept fucking his three fingers into his lover, teeth sinking into his skin as Wade let out a particularly beautiful moan.

His eyes open wide, and he immediately calls out his answer.

The second Wade gave him the okay to continue, Logan pressed forward, his mouth falling open the second he felt the merc's walls taking him in, clenching around his shaft as he sank in.

He pressed his hips against Logan's, gasping in pleasure as he took his cock to its base. A long moan of satisfaction came from him, and he locked eyes with Logan, purring out his words.

His other hand slid down the curve of Logan's back, as he whined at the feeling of being filled. Logan's praise made his head spin. For the first time in a long time, he really did believe it.

Logan licked greedily into Wade's mouth, panting as he started picking up the pace, fingers digging into Wade's thighs as the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed off the walls. The sound of Wade's moans and cries of pleasure were like music to Logan's ears, and he was playing him like a fiddle.

He yelped out in pleasure, his cock twitching and leaking needily as he took Logan. Every single touch sent shocks of pleasure through him. It all felt like heaven on earth. No, Logan - just being there with him - felt like heaven. That was all it took.

Logan panted, fingers digging into Wade's hips as he drew out his thrusts yet again, his movements agonizingly slow just so he could catch his breath and hear Wade whine and beg for more. He was so damn close. Wade felt so fucking good. He groaned out slowly, licking a long, wet stripe up the center of Wade's neck before fucking his tongue back down his throat, kissing him roughly, needily as he started picking the pace back up.

He shivered at Logan's words, one of his hands reaching down to stroke himself at the pace of the other man's thrusts.

Logan growled low in his throat as Wade's moans and cries picked up in volume. He snaked his arms around the merc's waist, drawing him closer as he thrust roughly into him, fucking into him in a quick, sharp staccato that had him on the ropes, the tension about ready to snap.

Logan stumbles by with a fifth of Jim Beam in his hand, nearly empty. "Hey, bub. D'you know how to get to...shit. Where the fuck am I? How the fuck did I get here?" He growls.

"Well I've got nowhere else to go, Wade." Logan started, smiling softly as he peppered soft kisses against Wade's jawline. The problem with nowhere else to go was that he'd also have the same issue tomorrow, and the next. Yet he didn't want to feel like a burden to Wade. He had already asked too much of him, letting him use his bathroom to clean up and borrow his clothes. Yet he was afraid of asking Wade for more help.

"More, more- Touch me, look at me, please, I want you..."

As Logan stopped moving, Wade desperately began to thrust his hips up into his mouth, a hand snaking into his hair and holding him tight. A broken moan escaped him as he did so, and even though he was quite in control, he felt absolutely helpless under Logan's touch. And fuck, it felt amazing.

Logan moaned as Wade gripped onto his hair and started fucking himself down his throat and onto his fingers. Logan’s gaze never broke Wade’s, his expression trying to convey the words “use me”. He wanted Wade to get lost in the feeling of him. He wanted Wade to let go and just let himself feel so good.

His eyes widened at the third finger, and he jerked his hips up directly against Logan's face, holding his head down tightly as he felt him rub against all the right places inside of him. Fuck. He was already so close. He rutted his hips into Logan's mouth, keeping him pressed against his pelvis, desperation kicking in as he chased his release.

Logan slowly sank the third finger in once he figured Wade was well enough prepped for it, groaning as his throat was forced down on the younger man's cock. He swallowed every inch eagerly, nose buried in his pelvis, and all he could think was he's so fucking perfect.

"Nghh, I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry."

Logan groaned, slowly pulling off of Wade's cock, just so he could pant and kiss every inch of skin across his hips and torso he could as he made his way back up the merc's body. He kept fucking his three fingers into his lover, teeth sinking into his skin as Wade let out a particularly beautiful moan.

His eyes open wide, and he immediately calls out his answer.

The second Wade gave him the okay to continue, Logan pressed forward, his mouth falling open the second he felt the merc's walls taking him in, clenching around his shaft as he sank in.

He pressed his hips against Logan's, gasping in pleasure as he took his cock to its base. A long moan of satisfaction came from him, and he locked eyes with Logan, purring out his words.

His other hand slid down the curve of Logan's back, as he whined at the feeling of being filled. Logan's praise made his head spin. For the first time in a long time, he really did believe it.

Logan licked greedily into Wade's mouth, panting as he started picking up the pace, fingers digging into Wade's thighs as the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed off the walls. The sound of Wade's moans and cries of pleasure were like music to Logan's ears, and he was playing him like a fiddle.

He yelped out in pleasure, his cock twitching and leaking needily as he took Logan. Every single touch sent shocks of pleasure through him. It all felt like heaven on earth. No, Logan - just being there with him - felt like heaven. That was all it took.

Logan panted, fingers digging into Wade's hips as he drew out his thrusts yet again, his movements agonizingly slow just so he could catch his breath and hear Wade whine and beg for more. He was so damn close. Wade felt so fucking good. He groaned out slowly, licking a long, wet stripe up the center of Wade's neck before fucking his tongue back down his throat, kissing him roughly, needily as he started picking the pace back up.

He shivered at Logan's words, one of his hands reaching down to stroke himself at the pace of the other man's thrusts.

Logan growled low in his throat as Wade's moans and cries picked up in volume. He snaked his arms around the merc's waist, drawing him closer as he thrust roughly into him, fucking into him in a quick, sharp staccato that had him on the ropes, the tension about ready to snap.

Logan stumbles by with a fifth of Jim Beam in his hand, nearly empty. "Hey, bub. D'you know how to get to...shit. Where the fuck am I? How the fuck did I get here?" He growls.

"Well I've got nowhere else to go, Wade." Logan started, smiling softly as he peppered soft kisses against Wade's jawline. The problem with nowhere else to go was that he'd also have the same issue tomorrow, and the next. Yet he didn't want to feel like a burden to Wade. He had already asked too much of him, letting him use his bathroom to clean up and borrow his clothes. Yet he was afraid of asking Wade for more help.

"More, more- Touch me, look at me, please, I want you..."

As Logan stopped moving, Wade desperately began to thrust his hips up into his mouth, a hand snaking into his hair and holding him tight. A broken moan escaped him as he did so, and even though he was quite in control, he felt absolutely helpless under Logan's touch. And fuck, it felt amazing.

Logan moaned as Wade gripped onto his hair and started fucking himself down his throat and onto his fingers. Logan’s gaze never broke Wade’s, his expression trying to convey the words “use me”. He wanted Wade to get lost in the feeling of him. He wanted Wade to let go and just let himself feel so good.

His eyes widened at the third finger, and he jerked his hips up directly against Logan's face, holding his head down tightly as he felt him rub against all the right places inside of him. Fuck. He was already so close. He rutted his hips into Logan's mouth, keeping him pressed against his pelvis, desperation kicking in as he chased his release.

Logan slowly sank the third finger in once he figured Wade was well enough prepped for it, groaning as his throat was forced down on the younger man's cock. He swallowed every inch eagerly, nose buried in his pelvis, and all he could think was he's so fucking perfect.

"Nghh, I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry."

Logan groaned, slowly pulling off of Wade's cock, just so he could pant and kiss every inch of skin across his hips and torso he could as he made his way back up the merc's body. He kept fucking his three fingers into his lover, teeth sinking into his skin as Wade let out a particularly beautiful moan.

His eyes open wide, and he immediately calls out his answer.

The second Wade gave him the okay to continue, Logan pressed forward, his mouth falling open the second he felt the merc's walls taking him in, clenching around his shaft as he sank in.

He pressed his hips against Logan's, gasping in pleasure as he took his cock to its base. A long moan of satisfaction came from him, and he locked eyes with Logan, purring out his words.

His other hand slid down the curve of Logan's back, as he whined at the feeling of being filled. Logan's praise made his head spin. For the first time in a long time, he really did believe it.

Logan licked greedily into Wade's mouth, panting as he started picking up the pace, fingers digging into Wade's thighs as the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed off the walls. The sound of Wade's moans and cries of pleasure were like music to Logan's ears, and he was playing him like a fiddle.

He yelped out in pleasure, his cock twitching and leaking needily as he took Logan. Every single touch sent shocks of pleasure through him. It all felt like heaven on earth. No, Logan - just being there with him - felt like heaven. That was all it took.

Logan panted, fingers digging into Wade's hips as he drew out his thrusts yet again, his movements agonizingly slow just so he could catch his breath and hear Wade whine and beg for more. He was so damn close. Wade felt so fucking good. He groaned out slowly, licking a long, wet stripe up the center of Wade's neck before fucking his tongue back down his throat, kissing him roughly, needily as he started picking the pace back up.

Logan stumbles by with a fifth of Jim Beam in his hand, nearly empty. "Hey, bub. D'you know how to get to...shit. Where the fuck am I? How the fuck did I get here?" He growls.

"Well I've got nowhere else to go, Wade." Logan started, smiling softly as he peppered soft kisses against Wade's jawline. The problem with nowhere else to go was that he'd also have the same issue tomorrow, and the next. Yet he didn't want to feel like a burden to Wade. He had already asked too much of him, letting him use his bathroom to clean up and borrow his clothes. Yet he was afraid of asking Wade for more help.

"More, more- Touch me, look at me, please, I want you..."

As Logan stopped moving, Wade desperately began to thrust his hips up into his mouth, a hand snaking into his hair and holding him tight. A broken moan escaped him as he did so, and even though he was quite in control, he felt absolutely helpless under Logan's touch. And fuck, it felt amazing.

Logan moaned as Wade gripped onto his hair and started fucking himself down his throat and onto his fingers. Logan’s gaze never broke Wade’s, his expression trying to convey the words “use me”. He wanted Wade to get lost in the feeling of him. He wanted Wade to let go and just let himself feel so good.

His eyes widened at the third finger, and he jerked his hips up directly against Logan's face, holding his head down tightly as he felt him rub against all the right places inside of him. Fuck. He was already so close. He rutted his hips into Logan's mouth, keeping him pressed against his pelvis, desperation kicking in as he chased his release.

Logan slowly sank the third finger in once he figured Wade was well enough prepped for it, groaning as his throat was forced down on the younger man's cock. He swallowed every inch eagerly, nose buried in his pelvis, and all he could think was he's so fucking perfect.

"Nghh, I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry."

Logan groaned, slowly pulling off of Wade's cock, just so he could pant and kiss every inch of skin across his hips and torso he could as he made his way back up the merc's body. He kept fucking his three fingers into his lover, teeth sinking into his skin as Wade let out a particularly beautiful moan.

His eyes open wide, and he immediately calls out his answer.

The second Wade gave him the okay to continue, Logan pressed forward, his mouth falling open the second he felt the merc's walls taking him in, clenching around his shaft as he sank in.

He pressed his hips against Logan's, gasping in pleasure as he took his cock to its base. A long moan of satisfaction came from him, and he locked eyes with Logan, purring out his words.

His other hand slid down the curve of Logan's back, as he whined at the feeling of being filled. Logan's praise made his head spin. For the first time in a long time, he really did believe it.

Logan licked greedily into Wade's mouth, panting as he started picking up the pace, fingers digging into Wade's thighs as the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed off the walls. The sound of Wade's moans and cries of pleasure were like music to Logan's ears, and he was playing him like a fiddle.

Logan stumbles by with a fifth of Jim Beam in his hand, nearly empty. "Hey, bub. D'you know how to get to...shit. Where the fuck am I? How the fuck did I get here?" He growls.

"Well I've got nowhere else to go, Wade." Logan started, smiling softly as he peppered soft kisses against Wade's jawline. The problem with nowhere else to go was that he'd also have the same issue tomorrow, and the next. Yet he didn't want to feel like a burden to Wade. He had already asked too much of him, letting him use his bathroom to clean up and borrow his clothes. Yet he was afraid of asking Wade for more help.

"More, more- Touch me, look at me, please, I want you..."

As Logan stopped moving, Wade desperately began to thrust his hips up into his mouth, a hand snaking into his hair and holding him tight. A broken moan escaped him as he did so, and even though he was quite in control, he felt absolutely helpless under Logan's touch. And fuck, it felt amazing.

Logan moaned as Wade gripped onto his hair and started fucking himself down his throat and onto his fingers. Logan’s gaze never broke Wade’s, his expression trying to convey the words “use me”. He wanted Wade to get lost in the feeling of him. He wanted Wade to let go and just let himself feel so good.

His eyes widened at the third finger, and he jerked his hips up directly against Logan's face, holding his head down tightly as he felt him rub against all the right places inside of him. Fuck. He was already so close. He rutted his hips into Logan's mouth, keeping him pressed against his pelvis, desperation kicking in as he chased his release.

Logan slowly sank the third finger in once he figured Wade was well enough prepped for it, groaning as his throat was forced down on the younger man's cock. He swallowed every inch eagerly, nose buried in his pelvis, and all he could think was he's so fucking perfect.

"Nghh, I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry."

Logan groaned, slowly pulling off of Wade's cock, just so he could pant and kiss every inch of skin across his hips and torso he could as he made his way back up the merc's body. He kept fucking his three fingers into his lover, teeth sinking into his skin as Wade let out a particularly beautiful moan.

His eyes open wide, and he immediately calls out his answer.

The second Wade gave him the okay to continue, Logan pressed forward, his mouth falling open the second he felt the merc's walls taking him in, clenching around his shaft as he sank in.

He pressed his hips against Logan's, gasping in pleasure as he took his cock to its base. A long moan of satisfaction came from him, and he locked eyes with Logan, purring out his words.

Logan stumbles by with a fifth of Jim Beam in his hand, nearly empty. "Hey, bub. D'you know how to get to...shit. Where the fuck am I? How the fuck did I get here?" He growls.

"Well I've got nowhere else to go, Wade." Logan started, smiling softly as he peppered soft kisses against Wade's jawline. The problem with nowhere else to go was that he'd also have the same issue tomorrow, and the next. Yet he didn't want to feel like a burden to Wade. He had already asked too much of him, letting him use his bathroom to clean up and borrow his clothes. Yet he was afraid of asking Wade for more help.

"More, more- Touch me, look at me, please, I want you..."

As Logan stopped moving, Wade desperately began to thrust his hips up into his mouth, a hand snaking into his hair and holding him tight. A broken moan escaped him as he did so, and even though he was quite in control, he felt absolutely helpless under Logan's touch. And fuck, it felt amazing.

Logan moaned as Wade gripped onto his hair and started fucking himself down his throat and onto his fingers. Logan’s gaze never broke Wade’s, his expression trying to convey the words “use me”. He wanted Wade to get lost in the feeling of him. He wanted Wade to let go and just let himself feel so good.

His eyes widened at the third finger, and he jerked his hips up directly against Logan's face, holding his head down tightly as he felt him rub against all the right places inside of him. Fuck. He was already so close. He rutted his hips into Logan's mouth, keeping him pressed against his pelvis, desperation kicking in as he chased his release.

Logan slowly sank the third finger in once he figured Wade was well enough prepped for it, groaning as his throat was forced down on the younger man's cock. He swallowed every inch eagerly, nose buried in his pelvis, and all he could think was he's so fucking perfect.

"Nghh, I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry."

Logan groaned, slowly pulling off of Wade's cock, just so he could pant and kiss every inch of skin across his hips and torso he could as he made his way back up the merc's body. He kept fucking his three fingers into his lover, teeth sinking into his skin as Wade let out a particularly beautiful moan.

His eyes open wide, and he immediately calls out his answer.

The second Wade gave him the okay to continue, Logan pressed forward, his mouth falling open the second he felt the merc's walls taking him in, clenching around his shaft as he sank in.

Logan stumbles by with a fifth of Jim Beam in his hand, nearly empty. "Hey, bub. D'you know how to get to...shit. Where the fuck am I? How the fuck did I get here?" He growls.

"Well I've got nowhere else to go, Wade." Logan started, smiling softly as he peppered soft kisses against Wade's jawline. The problem with nowhere else to go was that he'd also have the same issue tomorrow, and the next. Yet he didn't want to feel like a burden to Wade. He had already asked too much of him, letting him use his bathroom to clean up and borrow his clothes. Yet he was afraid of asking Wade for more help.

"More, more- Touch me, look at me, please, I want you..."

As Logan stopped moving, Wade desperately began to thrust his hips up into his mouth, a hand snaking into his hair and holding him tight. A broken moan escaped him as he did so, and even though he was quite in control, he felt absolutely helpless under Logan's touch. And fuck, it felt amazing.

Logan moaned as Wade gripped onto his hair and started fucking himself down his throat and onto his fingers. Logan’s gaze never broke Wade’s, his expression trying to convey the words “use me”. He wanted Wade to get lost in the feeling of him. He wanted Wade to let go and just let himself feel so good.

His eyes widened at the third finger, and he jerked his hips up directly against Logan's face, holding his head down tightly as he felt him rub against all the right places inside of him. Fuck. He was already so close. He rutted his hips into Logan's mouth, keeping him pressed against his pelvis, desperation kicking in as he chased his release.

Logan slowly sank the third finger in once he figured Wade was well enough prepped for it, groaning as his throat was forced down on the younger man's cock. He swallowed every inch eagerly, nose buried in his pelvis, and all he could think was he's so fucking perfect.

"Nghh, I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry."

Logan groaned, slowly pulling off of Wade's cock, just so he could pant and kiss every inch of skin across his hips and torso he could as he made his way back up the merc's body. He kept fucking his three fingers into his lover, teeth sinking into his skin as Wade let out a particularly beautiful moan.

Logan stumbles by with a fifth of Jim Beam in his hand, nearly empty. "Hey, bub. D'you know how to get to...shit. Where the fuck am I? How the fuck did I get here?" He growls.

"Well I've got nowhere else to go, Wade." Logan started, smiling softly as he peppered soft kisses against Wade's jawline. The problem with nowhere else to go was that he'd also have the same issue tomorrow, and the next. Yet he didn't want to feel like a burden to Wade. He had already asked too much of him, letting him use his bathroom to clean up and borrow his clothes. Yet he was afraid of asking Wade for more help.

"More, more- Touch me, look at me, please, I want you..."

As Logan stopped moving, Wade desperately began to thrust his hips up into his mouth, a hand snaking into his hair and holding him tight. A broken moan escaped him as he did so, and even though he was quite in control, he felt absolutely helpless under Logan's touch. And fuck, it felt amazing.

Logan moaned as Wade gripped onto his hair and started fucking himself down his throat and onto his fingers. Logan’s gaze never broke Wade’s, his expression trying to convey the words “use me”. He wanted Wade to get lost in the feeling of him. He wanted Wade to let go and just let himself feel so good.

His eyes widened at the third finger, and he jerked his hips up directly against Logan's face, holding his head down tightly as he felt him rub against all the right places inside of him. Fuck. He was already so close. He rutted his hips into Logan's mouth, keeping him pressed against his pelvis, desperation kicking in as he chased his release.

Logan slowly sank the third finger in once he figured Wade was well enough prepped for it, groaning as his throat was forced down on the younger man's cock. He swallowed every inch eagerly, nose buried in his pelvis, and all he could think was he's so fucking perfect.

Logan stumbles by with a fifth of Jim Beam in his hand, nearly empty. "Hey, bub. D'you know how to get to...shit. Where the fuck am I? How the fuck did I get here?" He growls.

"Well I've got nowhere else to go, Wade." Logan started, smiling softly as he peppered soft kisses against Wade's jawline. The problem with nowhere else to go was that he'd also have the same issue tomorrow, and the next. Yet he didn't want to feel like a burden to Wade. He had already asked too much of him, letting him use his bathroom to clean up and borrow his clothes. Yet he was afraid of asking Wade for more help.

"More, more- Touch me, look at me, please, I want you..."

As Logan stopped moving, Wade desperately began to thrust his hips up into his mouth, a hand snaking into his hair and holding him tight. A broken moan escaped him as he did so, and even though he was quite in control, he felt absolutely helpless under Logan's touch. And fuck, it felt amazing.

Logan moaned as Wade gripped onto his hair and started fucking himself down his throat and onto his fingers. Logan’s gaze never broke Wade’s, his expression trying to convey the words “use me”. He wanted Wade to get lost in the feeling of him. He wanted Wade to let go and just let himself feel so good.