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"I should've known this was the only way to get that mouth of yours to shut the fuck up."
Logan's voice is gruff, deeper when he's fucking Wade's mouth. He retaliates by moaning around that stupidly big cock - not that he's complaining - feeling a pleased singe down his spine when Logan groans at the vibrations. There's blood staining almost every inch of the car seats and the vehicle is certainly too fucked to be repaired, but Wade can't find it in himself to give a shit when he wants to be too fucked to be repaired. (Not that he would've cared in the first place.)
"God, you're fucking nasty." Logan hisses and leans his head back on the car seat when Wade pulls his cock out of his mouth to spit on it, getting it nice and so damn sloppy. Just the way he likes it. It's in this moment that Wade wishes he still had hair for Logan to pull on, but he'll settle for the feeling of that rough palm at the back of his head, pulling him back onto that thick length, his cheek smeared with their combined bodily fluids.
"I can feel your cock twitch, you know. You like this. You like me." Wade says when he pulls back for air, wiggling his eyebrows up at the man. Logan glares at him and squeezes his cheeks together, forcing his mouth to open wider. Wade can't deny the fact that the coil in his stomach feels dangerously close to bursting when Logan pushes his cock so far down his throat that he gags.
"Shut the fuck up." Logan says, thrusting into his mouth with a desperation he'd call cute if he could talk. "Don't bite, bub."
It's around this time that Wade pulls himself free from his new suit, tugging at his cock clumsily as he lets Logan fuck his mouth. There's little tears pooling at the edge of his eyes, and when he looks up at the other man, he can't help but appreciate just how damn hot he looks like this. His brows furrowed, his muscles bulging out of that suit - all bloodied and marked by Wade, his chest heaving with exertion, his-
"Oh." Logan honest to god laughs as he sees what Wade is doing. Wade frowns around the mouthful of cock before Logan, the little shit, presses his foot down against his erection and steps on it hard. His eyes widen as he gags and tries to yank his head back but Logan pulls him in snug with both hands, until the tip of his length is kissing the back of his throat and his nose is touching the man's pubic hair. Tiny little whimpers escape him and god, he can't help the way his cock jumps at the sound of Logan moaning, loud and throaty and the hottest thing that Wade has ever had the pleasure of hearing.
Logan isn't nice. He's pent up with anger and he makes it known as he uses Wade's mouth like a fleshlight, as he grinds down the heel of his dirty shoe onto his cock and Wade humps against his leg like a dirty dog. He's not sure how long it takes before he's spilling onto the ruined carpet and he's swallowing Logan's cum, those hands still keeping him nice and snug to take all of him inside. All he knows is that by the end of it, he's wiping off what spilled out - wow, at least he knows that this particular Wolverine cums a lot - getting off his knees and shoving Logan against the car seat, straddling him with little fanfare.
He's panting, he's still angry, and by god is he fucking horny as shit.
"That all ya got, peanut?" This time, Logan can't hide his grin when he pulls Wade down and switches their positions, swift and straight to the point.
"You really want this, huh?" He says, and his hand loosely fists Wade's half-hard cock, his thumb brushing against the sensitive head. Logan rolls his eyes when Wade lets out a loud, pornographic moan, spewing nonsense that he is quite frankly embarrassed to admit still doesn't deter his matching hard on. "Fuck. I liked you way better when you were quiet."
"Guess you gotta shut me up again, Logan." Wade grins. "C'mon, Wolverine. Put that big daddy dick of yours to good use and- oh, fuck."
Needless to say, he doesn't stay very quiet that night. It's a good thing that Logan doesn't, either.