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Wade didn’t know what he had expected when Logan told him he would top him; several years had passed since the last time he’d been pegged by something other than a bullet or a sword in his ass, and he had always been rather open on the fact that while he wasn’t against the idea, he was far from being a natural bottom. Logan being equipped with female parts, he had fully expected to keep to his habits—yes, occasionally bottoming, sure, but generally speaking, he would be the one doing the penetration.
“Absolutely not,” Logan had told him when they had the conversation, sipping on his beer. “Penetration sets off my dysphoria, I will not have that.” When Wade let out an Oh that lingered between them, Logan had seemed to feel compelled to add to his point. “Sorry, bub, you’ll have to compose with that.”
“Oh, no, that’s fine,” Wade had replied with a smile. “I get off like crazy eating out my partners, no need trying to enter you.”
Logan’s gaze had softened ever so slightly, and Wade could have picked the loving words out of that look without ever needing to hear them—concluding with a slow blink that had his breath hitching.
That had resulted with his companion coming back to their flat one evening with an entire suitcase and a grin larger than the Devil’s. His luggage had been expedited into the bedroom, then he had demanded that Wade put on nice clothes—insisting on seeing a shirt before he consented to leaving the apartment—and brought him to a restaurant. They had eaten and drunk together on that impromptu date, had come back home, and Logan had then proceeded to grab Wade by the collar and to drag him into the bedroom, letting him sit on their bed.
“Off with your clothes,” he ordered, his eyes veiled with want—so much want, and directly aimed at him. Wade shivered and gulped, but didn’t obey straight away; leading to Logan grasping his chin and forcing it up, stealing a kiss out of him and straddling him, the fingers of his other hand struggling through the buttons of the shirt Wade had so kindly accepted to wear. “You’re being difficult, you know that?” he heard him groan, a large smile growing against his lips.
“Well, you know, to control me you’ll have to work for it, peanut,” was Wade’s immediate answer, and Logan plunged against his chest, kissing it and pushing his back down on the covers.
“I said, off with your clothes,” he repeated, pushing the fabric open and trailing wet kisses on his skin, ripping a long moan out of him.
The ghost of his lips forming a path down to his groin, the touch of his calloused fingers slipping under his trousers and grazing the skin gave him shivers, stopping any word from coming out of his mouth. His own hands gripped the sheets around him, and he let out a whine when he felt the push of Logan’s kiss on his crotch.
“F–fine.” Immediately, Logan straightened up and lifted off the bed, taking off his own top; for a moment, Wade froze, marveling at the entire chest as he took off his shirt, one button at a time, and let it slide off his shoulders. “Oh, that is a fucking sight,” he breathed.
“Hm? Oh, my ches—”
Wade wrapped his arms around Logan’s back, his hands reaching for his hair and pulling on it gently, his tongue trailing the long line of the scar under Logan’s right pectoral. His companion was left gasping, his fingers wrapping around his head.
“C–clothes, bub. Can’t do shit if–” His throat clenched, letting out a deep growl resonating against Wade’s tongue.
“I will, I will. But the polite thing to do when you meet such a godly sight is to pay your respects, isn’t it?”
“Tsk. Stop trying to look like a proper gentleman, bub, you’re an unruly brat is what you are,” Wade received as a response, and he reached up for a kiss, only to be stopped with one index on his lips and Logan tutting. “Your clothes.”
Wade didn’t know what he had expected when Logan told him he would top him; but oh how glad was he to discover it this way.
Logan had opened his suitcase as soon as Wade had complied and stripped naked, and he pulled out a pair of shackles covered in red leather and clinking with each of his movements. He had guided him into the bed, bound him at the wrists around one of the feet in the corner and turned him on his stomach, passing a reverent hand all the way down his back and to his ass cheeks, giving one a loud slap.
“Ah—” Wade tried to complain, but his body was shuddering and his cock throbbing from the fingers coming back and kneading the muscles of his thighs. “Oh, my God.”
He heard the rustle of the sheets behind him, and a few seconds later, Logan’s warm body had wrapped around him, his hands reaching to his face. “You’re beautiful,” he breathed into his shoulder blades, and Wade shivered.
The fingers came to his cheek, trailing up to stroke his temples, and then only did Wade see the long piece of fabric clutched between them. “What are you planning, peanut?”
No answer, but everything went black as Logan tied it around his head. “Oh, so the silent treatment no—” The end of his word was swallowed by a gasp as a pair of lips touched the thin skin at the crease of his ass.
“Yes, you like that, don’t you?” Logan asked, his hot breath teasing Wade’s entry, and all he could do in response was dig his head into the covers and wheeze. He pulled slightly on the cuffs, trying to straighten up, but quickly reached their limit and fell back down on his chest. “Don’t try, bub; where would be the fun if you break them?”
He turned his head behind him, trying to understand, trying to see anything, but all he could perceive were the movements that Logan was doing on the mattress and the noises made by his shuffling through his suitcase. “Logan, please, I need to see you—” he pleaded.
“No, you don’t,” the other answered softly, a hand trailing up his inner thigh to let him feel his presence, and—Wade could only agree. Not a natural bottom, in need of reassurance, preferring eye contact, but to Hell with those ideas; hearing him, and feeling his caresses set his skin ablaze. Everything felt more intense, from the press of metal around his wrists to that of Logan’s lips in the crook of his knee as he kept shuffling through his affairs.
He heard the sound of several belts being manipulated, of the metal of their handles meeting and clinking. Then, as that sound came to an end, he felt him coming close to him again, his fingers leaving soft caresses over his thighs, his ass cheeks, his back and his stomach like a silent worship. “You’re perfect,” Logan whispered into his broken skin, and he could only smile, relaxing into his touch.
The fingers met around his crotch, cupping his cock and lovingly stroking it, sending lightning into his brain and leaving him entirely breathless. “L–Logan, I—”
“Nah, you wouldn’t come so easily, would you?” he heard him drawling. “You’re more resilient than that.” It wasn’t a question, nor an order; it was an affirmation, which floored him entirely, forcing another soft whine out of his mouth.
He felt silken strings wrapping around his thighs and hips, and a round object, just slightly cold to the touch, was pressed against his perineum. “What are you—ah!” It had only taken that time for Logan to turn it on, and it began vibrating, its movements reaching his testicles and rendering speech impossible.
“Still good?” he heard, and he nodded erratically, unable to do better, clutching at the sheets until his knuckles turned white. “Good. ‘cause I’m not done.” Wade whined and wriggled, and received a slap on his asscheek in retaliation, giving him another loud gasp. “Look at you…”
The two hands pressed against his butt, kneading and massaging him, getting closer and closer to his entrance until the tip of the thumbs met against it, opening the cheeks. It was slow; excruciatingly so, forcing repeated pants out of Wade, and he let out a proper cry when the fingers were replaced by the humidity of Logan’s tongue. It circled around the hole before he finally dove into it, pushing in and feeling for the muscles contracting and relaxing around it. “Logan, I—” It was increasingly more difficult to think, to utter anything else than incoherent sounds as he was being eaten out by his companion.
“Now…” he heard him say, retracting, and a popping sound echoed in the bedroom. Wade had no doubt that this was the bottle of lubricant, and the imagery of it, along with the vibrations grazing his testicles and the stimulation he had gotten, was almost enough to make him crash against the wall of his pleasure. He bit his lip, trying to use the pain to keep himself from bursting; for the time being, it seemed to work, but he had no doubt Logan would be very quick to make him lose himself in his arms. “How about I take you, hm?”
“Take—?” The cold lubricant was applied around his entrance in slow, circling motions, until Logan entered with a finger, bringing it inside and lavishing his walls with it. “Oh… a strap, then?”
Wade didn’t know what he had expected when Logan told him he would top him; but when he chuckled in response, he thought he might come around his finger as it pushed and pulled into him in a slow rhythm, curling gently into a hook every time it dragged back out.
“Ready?”
“Y–Yes, please—take me, please—” Wade begged, pressing his chest harder into the mattress, opening his legs wider.
At last, after all this waiting—not simply this session, not simply since they got together—after those months of dreaming of him, of wanting him with his entire soul, Wade was filled, feeling the delicious pain of his asshole opening from Logan’s push inside him.
The appendage was large, and Wade had to grit his teeth for a moment as the glans entered and passed the junction inside. His hands pulled against the sheets, retracting towards his body as he whined, but he pushed towards Logan’s hips when he felt him faltering, and the pain was appeased. “Oh—this, this is good… love, don’t stop,” he pleaded, feeling the hands massaging him on the lower back, the hips not daring to move for the time being. “You can move, peanut,” he insisted, his voice trembling from the stimulation.
“No.”
“W–What?”
He heard a low growl and a chuckle coming from Logan, and he groaned. Oh no. “You’re going to move yourself, bub,” he said, his hands traveling down to his stomach and reaching for his cock, throbbing almost to the point of hurting. “Move for me.”
Wade whined, tried to plead, but only received a few bursts of laughter in response, and he eventually caved, thirsting for more, for this touch that Logan was promising, for the push and pull that he had been waiting for, and he moved his hips back and forth, feeling the strap coming in and out of him like butter. As he did, his partner’s hand went up and down on his shaft, covering and uncovering it with his foreskin, pressing against it, caressing it under the head until Wade had to stop his movements to gasp and pant, trembling with the entirety of his body.
Only when he showed signs of weakness did Logan move, pounding hard against him and letting their skins meet in a slapping sound, ripping a yell out of him. “Oh shit, bub, you sound…” His voice was low, heavy with lust.
The hips retracted, and came back against him at a quicker and quicker pace, until Wade was sweating into the sheets and drooling with pleasure. The wave finally came crashing down onto him, and he cried out as Logan pounded into him, making the toy vibrating under him slide on his perineum, and he could swear he heard gasps from the man behind him with each time they came into contact. “Wade,” he heard him under the veil of the orgasm building up inside him, “come for me.”
Wade did not expect for those words to tip him over the edge; they felt like a hand gripping at him and forcing a whimper out of him, forcing him to burst out in a final, long cry wearing the name of Logan. His body clenched around the strap, clutched on the bed sheets, with waves after waves of electricity running through it until he came to a calm and was released from the strap and vibrator, trembling with overstimulation.
He collapsed, falling onto the warm pool he had just expelled, and sighed. “Th–That was fucking amazing, Logan.”
He heard the sound of belts being opened, and the loud thud of an object hitting the floor. The next moment, he felt the heavy weight of Logan’s body climbing on the mattress, and his warmth as he wrapped around his body, trailing kisses up his back and into his neck.
“You've done great, bub,” he breathed into his ear, sending shivers all over his body and ripping a moan out of him. Logan’s hands reached behind his head, unknotting the blindfold and letting it fall on the bed, giving him his vision back. “I’m really wet for you, right now,” he heard, Logan’s canines gripping at his ear, and Wade felt a familiar heat rushing back down to his crotch, his cock twitching painfully.
“Just—give me a few minutes, Logan, I, I need to breathe for a second,” he panted, and his companion chuckled.
“No need, love, watching you coming undone for me was all I needed,” Logan purred, his lips going back down to his jaw and cheek, covering Wade with soft kisses.
He turned his head, capturing Logan’s mouth into a kiss. “It was quick, sorry peanut,” he breathed out.
“Told you you were made to be a bottom,” Logan chuckled, and Wade almost forgot how to breathe when their eyes met.
His eyes were shining like golden honey under the soft lights of the bedroom, and they were shining for him , oozing with an amount of love that he couldn't quite understand. How he deserved it, he didn’t know; but Logan was offering him his devotion, so pure and so absolute that Wade’s only choice was to see it as their truth.
“I think I love you,” he confessed in a whisper; he wasn't even sure he heard himself, but as Logan’s eyes creased into a smile, he was certain the man had.
“I’m not leaving your side, bub,” he purred into his ear, and Wade smiled. This ought to do, for the time being.