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Wade’s out doing something or other. Doesn’t really matter what.
It’s Logan’s turn to do the laundry. He’s not fond of most of the tasks on Wade’s chore wheel, but laundry isn’t so bad.
He’s loaded everything up…except for one of Wade’s shirts. It’s got that stupid cartoon cat on it Wade loves so much, but more importantly, it absolutely reeks of the other man.
Logan perks up his ears to double check that no one’s come home without him knowing it.
Coast is clear.
He fists his fingers in the worn material and inhales deeply.
It smells so fucking good. His nostrils flare and he inhales again, growling softly. Wade’s completely unique potpourri of gunpowder, sugary snacks, hot sauce and sweat always sets him off. This must be one of Wade’s sleep shirts, because it’s saturated with his undiluted aroma.
Logan dips his fingers down the front of his pants, encircling his half hard cock and squeezing until he’s fully erect. He keeps Wade’s shirt to his nose, eyes closed and brow furrowed as he starts to stroke himself.
His mind drifts from thought to thought, all of Wade. On all fours, on his knees, on his back… any goddamn position he could take. He thinks about the texture of his skin, the contrast between it and his silky soft insides.
He bites back a groan, tugging his erection out of his pants for better maneuverability and stroking more quickly. He can feel his orgasm starting to creep up on him within a few minutes, which is kind of the point. He bites into the fabric gently, careful not to damage it, breathing heavily. He can taste the hints of Wade left in the threads.
Suddenly a fresh wash of that intoxicating scent rolls over his senses, and Logan’s grip on the shirt and his cock tighten excitedly for a second before he realizes what that must mean.
He opens his eyes and there Wade is, grinning at him from the doorway. “Don’t stop on my account, Peanut.” He whispers.
He must not have heard or smelled the other man come home due to his senses being slightly preoccupied. The slight embarrassment of being caught is secondary to the thrill.
Wade’s hand is down the front of his pants, playing with himself lazily as he watches. Without the shirt pressed to his nose, Logan can actually smell his arousal now.
Suddenly the shirt is much less appealing. He drops it on the floor, maintaining eye contact with the other man as he strokes himself. Wade’s actions mimic his own, speeding and slowing when he does.
Wade watches, smiling ear to ear. He touches himself roughly; Logan can hear the soft wet sounds as he strokes and fingers himself.
The merc bites his lip as Logan works himself over. Fuck, the hairy bastard is gorgeous.
Wade pulls his hand out of his pants to lick his fingers, sticky with his arousal, and that’s about all Logan is willing to suffer though.
He growls low in his throat and closes the distance between himself and the other man, claiming his mouth in a kiss. The taste of Wade on his own lips is divine.
Logan licks his mouth clean of any trace, then slides his hand past the waistline of Wade’s pants. It’s like a goddamn tropical storm down there. Messy, hot, and so, so wet. He spreads the other man’s slickness around farther, stroking his cock with two fingers and dipping down to tease at his eager hole.
Wade groans into his mouth and bucks his hips, grinding into the other man’s hand.
Logan swallows the sound up, masking it with another growl.
He sinks two fingers deep inside Wade, crooking them and pressing the palm of his hand to the other man’s cock to apply pressure as he works the digits in and out. Wade’s head falls back and Logan leans in immediately, inhaling his scent and licking at his skin.
Wade lets out a tiny whimper and Logan shivers, unable to keep from sinking his teeth into Wade’s throat. He barely breaks the surface, but it’s enough to drive Wade wild.
“Ah!” Wade yelps, grinding against Logan’s hand more frantically. “Bad dog!” He moans.
Logan chuckles and speeds up his hand. Wade’s close; he’s dripping over Logan’s knuckles, the squelching sound growing more and more obscene with every thrust. He wraps his free arm around the slimmer man, pulling him close as he pushes him over the edge.
Wade’s hand shoots up to fist in the other man’s hair as he shudders and whines, rocking his hips. He clutches at Wolverine’s tank, tugging so hard it threatens to tear as his orgasm steam rolls through him. Then the older man pulls his fingers out of Wade and licks them clean. What a copycat.
He’s barely functioning when his wolfman grabs and lifts him, turning to set him down on top of the washing machine.
Logan tears Wade’s pants off and leans down, dragging his tongue over his hypersensitive cock and sucking it into his mouth. He laps greedily at Wade’s lips, spreading his thighs wider so he can bury his face between them fully. The smell of him is absolutely intoxicating now. Logan just wants to devour him.
Wade groans and threads his hands through the other man’s hair again. “Blowjob with no handles? This is a safety hazard.”
Logan simply grumbles against him, sliding his tongue back and forth across Wade’s cock and hole more aggressively. He sucks at the skin, spreading Wade wide open with two fingers so he can really give Wade’s cock the attention it deserves, and soon the merc is gushing over his tongue again, swearing profusely.
The merc is a panting, sweaty mess by the time Logan’s had enough. He stands, breathing heavily, facial hair glistening with Wade’s cum.
“Wipe your face, ya nasty.” Wade titters.
Logan removes his tank top and wipes his mouth semi-clean with it. Good thing it’s laundry day. He drops the shirt next to Wade’s on the floor, then grabs the merc by the hips and pulls him to the edge of the washing machine.
Wade spreads his legs eagerly as Logan positions himself. They’re both so ready they’re physically aching for one another. The other man slaps the head of his cock against Wade’s dripping hole a few times before he slides inside.
Another giggle escapes Wade, this one fractured and breathless.
Logan has half a mind to ask what’s so funny, but he just doesn’t care right now. Nothing matters but the heat of Wade’s cunt squeezing around him. He starts to fuck into the other man without hesitation.
This is what he’d been fantasizing about since he picked up Wade’s shirt earlier. The air is so thick with the scent of Wade it’s dizzying. He lifts one of the other man’s legs and slings it over his shoulder, pinning his other thigh down with one hand. His claws poke out just enough to puncture the skin of Wade’s thigh, drawing a sharp gasp and a guttural moan from him.
“Holy, fucking, shit,” Wade pants between breaths. “Yeah, hold me down and breed me, Wolvie.”
“Don’t say that,” Logan warns through gritted teeth, but he’s already thrusting harder because goddamnit Wade’s flipped the switch. Of course Wade can’t get pregnant— he explained that to Logan very thoroughly the first time they’d had sex. But that sure as shit doesn’t stop his animal brain from trying.
Wade bites his lip and grins up at Logan. “Good boy.”
Wolverine growls loudly at that. He presses deep into Wade, grinding against him without pulling out.
The merc can never think straight when Logan uses this particular move. He’s so big and thick, every movement feels heavenly when he’s this full. “Love when you— hhhhh…rearrange my guts like that,” He whimpers. “Feels so fuckin’ good.”
Logan feels the younger man growing hotter and wetter around him. He wants Wade to cum again, this time on his cock.
“Yeah?” He can’t help but ask with a grunt. “You like when I’m deep inside you?” He’s sure to grind his hips roughly again for emphasis.
Wade’s eyes roll back and his lips part in a small circle as he climaxes silently this time. Logan fucks him roughly though it, snarling as another wave of pungent sex smell washes over him.
“Could fuck you for hours.” Logan grunts, pulling out. He swipes the head of his cock against Wade’s, rubbing back and forth just long enough to make Wade whimper and squirm. He lowers Wade’s leg and removes his claws from the other, then pulls him down off the washer onto his feet.
He presses a soft kiss to Wade’s lips before spinning him around and slamming his torso down into the washing machine. He slides back into the other man effortlessly and picks up right where he left off. Wade’s body feels welcoming and familiar, like home.
A soft chant of ‘fuck fuck fuck’ is all Wade can manage for a moment. Logan is pounding into him ruthlessly, fucking him so good all he can do is take it and try to spread his legs wider. He can’t even rock his hips, Logan’s got him so tightly.
Logan presses down against Wade, chest flush to his back as his hips snap and a string of animalistic noises vibrate through him. His cock is throbbing; Wade can fucking feel every twitch and pulse inside him.
The merc’s chant dissolves into a lovely song of moans, whimpers and gasps as Logan pistons his hips. Logan rumbles against the skin of Wade’s shoulder, canines grazing the skin as he bears his teeth, then sinks them in deep, fucking into the other man faster.
Wade likes to call this the Death Grip. When Logan latches onto him, as if he’s worried the other man is going to try and escape. Wade wouldn’t dream of it; He never feels safer.
“Want your cum,” Wade gasps, “Fill me up.”
Wolverine snarls into his skin, jaws clenching harder. His thrusts are rough enough to rock the washing machine as he chases his climax, guided by Wade’s voice.
Wade shudders, laughing weakly. “That’s a… good boy…g-give it to me.”
Logan’s animalistic sounds soften when he comes, flooding Wade’s waiting body. He pushes inside as deep as he can, grinding into Wade and whimpering as he rides it out. Such a rare, gorgeous sound.
Wade reaches down and strokes himself, fingers brushing against the base of Logan’s cock where their bodies are joined due to the slippery mess he’s made.
Seconds later Wade is convulsing around him, squeezing every damn drop out of him and Logan whimpers again, rolling his hips gently though he’s entirely spent.
Logan remains buried inside for a minute, basking in heavy post orgasmic glow. He only releases his bite when he’s ready to pull out as well.
The blood trickling down his lover’s back mirrors his seed seeping from Wade’s twitching hole, dribbling in thick white globs.
He slaps Wade’s ass, proud of his work. The other man yelps and his muscles tense, resulting in another slow gush of fluid. Wolverine grins at the sight.
Wade takes a moment to recover, then he’s giggling again.
“What’s so funny?” Logan asks this time.
“You’re a filthy little animal.” Wade sighs affectionately.
Wolverine rolls his eyes, grinning. “Thanks.”
A pause. “Do you really think I smell that good?” Wade asks, finally standing up and turning around, albeit a bit shakily.
To deny it is stupid, so Logan doesn’t. He nods.
“I always wondered why you didn’t mind laundry day.” Wade’s laugh is nasally and stupid and …adorable. “What a pervert.” He snorts.