𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐏 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄, poolverine

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨, passanger princess

this was wrong. and that realization further fueling the conflict between rational thinking and pure, unbridled lust. the boundary between frustration and satisfaction became increasingly blurred, especially in this new position with the other man straddling his thighs.

things took a turn for the worst when wade's hands became increasingly curious about the places beneath his armored suit. feeling helpless and defeated, all logan could do was watch as his body became exposed, feeling like a naked turtle without its protective shell.

at first, the touch began innocently enough. a gentle finger trailed down the covered chest until it reached the space where it was able to squirm underneath. there, it began to explore with a tingling sense of curiosity, delving into the hidden world beneath. all the while, logan's tensed muscles relaxed as a sense of warmth spread throughout his body, and his shallow breaths gradually turned deep.

noticing the sudden change of pace, wade decided to take this moment to have some fun before heading straight for the main event. he abruptly came to a halt, denying the other person what they so desperately desired. as he paused, a complex mix of bitter annoyance and an intense gaze that seemed to convey a silent plea of "don't stop" reflected in logan's stone-cold eyes.

"you should see the look on your face," priceless. priceless was the only way to describe the look on his hero's face. with hooded eyes and parted chapped lips, everything about him screamed animal in heat. this late into their car ride, wade wasn't sure whether they were going to fuck each other's brains out or continue where they left off. and at this point, anything was a possibility.

"keep looking at me with those eyes, wolf boy. in about three minutes, they're going to be rolling into your skull." the words that were leaving his mouth formed a solemn promise that he was determined to uphold. and to no one's surprise, logan remained silent, holding no objections.

"use teeth, and you're a fucking dead man." logan threatened, his words dripping like venom from his lips.

"easy there with the hostile remarks, honey badger. some people say i'm a saint at giving head," in the heat of the moment, wade attempted to offer reassurance, although it mainly had the opposite effect. "so don't you worry, your little whiskers, you're in good jaws." logan's brows furrowed.

the air was filled with anticipation as a pair of vibrant red gloves was carefully gripped around his waistband. with delicate precision, the fingers began to fiddle with the intricate design of the belt buckle, each movement purposeful and deliberate before working the tattered and blood-stained fabric down his hips.

logan anxiously gnawed at the patch of skin on the inside of his cheek, feeling the sting of drawn blood. despite his vulnerable position, he refused to lay an eye on the red-suited man now seated on the floor in front of him. desperately, he tried to imagine the person removing his clothes as some hot waitress or a flirtatious nurse to distract himself from the current situation. in spite of his best efforts, deep down, he knew the person was no nurse or waitress, but some blabbering idiot about to stick another man's dick into his mouth.

with a heavy breath, logan closed his eyes and prepared himself for what was about to happen. the suspense hung heavy in the air as he braced himself. as he did, he suddenly felt a chilling breeze seeping through the broken windows of the honda odyssey. the cold air made his hair stand on end, sending shivers down his spine.

once his pants rested around his ankles, a pause confused and frustrated the impatiently waiting man. wanting to know what the hold-up was, logan risked his sanity and peeked down to see the other entranced.

deadpool couldn't help but let out a snicker, showing no shame as he exclaimed, "wow... i always knew you were big, but who would have thought you were packing this python?" even behind the mask, it was clear that wade was eyeing him, taking in the length and girth of his cock with extra attention. however, logan was less than pleased at being openly stared at.

fed up with his antics, logan placed a firm hand underneath the other's chin, pinching the side of his cheek and directing the moron's attention away from his groin and back to his eyes. "my eyes are up here."

wade was undeniably caught off guard by the sudden display of brute force. feeling both surprised and intrigued, he couldn't help but notice the forced eye contact and rough handling. despite his best efforts to remain composed, he felt a subtle twitch beneath the lining of his suit, a reaction he couldn't quite control.

"someone's getting impatient," wade purred with a smug grin, noting a slight narrowing of the other's stern gaze.

as logan loosened his hold, wade subtly slipped a hand underneath the hem of the other's tattered suit, unveiling the toned physique hidden amid the rubble. the sensation of cool spandex gently caressing logan's burning skin was surprisingly pleasant. wherever his hands touched, the fabric left behind a trail that seemed to awaken dormant fields of goosebumps across his body. it felt as though he was melting, much like a popsicle on a warm, sunny evening.

wade was much easier to deal with now that he was being obedient, and the way he deliberately lifted his mask just enough to uncover his mouth sent a rush of adrenaline racing through the other's veins.

he wanted nothing more than to shove his cock down the other's throat. watching as his dick vanished into the damp void while being consumed by the warmth of a tongue. logan would make sure by the time they finished, wade's tongue knew every vein and crevice. for once, the blabbering idiot could put that irritating mouth of his to good use.

logan, feeling the surge of impatience, began struggling against the tight binds that held him imprisoned. this was torture. needing to make the other gag, to feel the sensation of his cock repetitively sliding down the other's throat was driving him insane.

in response to logan baring his claws, wade abruptly halted his movements and addressed him firmly. "nuh-uh, my furry little friend, keep those steak knives right where they are." he then pointed at the restraints with emphasis, stating, "take them off, and our little entertainment session will come to an end. got that, muttonchops?"

knowing he couldn't argue with that, logan allowed an annoyed whine to exit his parted lips. "c'mon, you're fucking killing me here," he muttered as he retracted his set of razor blades. there was a part of him that believed wade got off on seeing him suffer like this, all bound up with his arms extended above his head, unable to move without being punished.

wade grinned tauntingly as he spoke, "just be patient, my little passenger princess," he said while gently pushing the older man's inner thighs apart. "you better savor this feeling, wolvie. you won't even last a minute."

the corners of logan's mouth tugged upwards to form a rare grin, revealing the rugged features of his face. "you're all talk," he scoffed, his gravelly voice laced with doubt. "i'll believe it when i see it," he added, his piercing gaze never wavering.

the contagious smile sweeping across the honda. wade took the other's words as a personal challenge, one that he would not lose.

"oh you're so on, kitty cat," wade murmured as he traced the hem of logan's plain black boxers. with a playful grin, he yanked them down, allowing the others cock to spring out to practically hit him.

known for his lewd humor, wade could have easily cracked a barrage of dick jokes to break the uncomfortable silence. however, itching to prove to himself right, he found it hard to engage in any kind of banter.