Just a Little Release (Poolverine Short)

Part 2 (End)

Slobbering squelches filled the quiet space, neither of them thinking enough to question if their fellow mutants could hear them. Logan threw a hand over his mouth, attempting to stifle the string of noises being forced out of him as heat filled his core. His stamina in fighting was impeccable, but here it was failing him, giving away just how long it'd been since he'd been intimate. Wade didn't care. Even when Logan grasped at his bald head, shoving his nose into the forest of hair, or started gripping him with his watermelon-crushing thighs, he continued to please the beast under him.

"Wade," Logan hissed, barely holding himself from tipping over the edge, "You better not fucking stop."

Wade couldn't respond due to the pussy in his mouth and simply obeyed, giving Logan's clit a particularly hard suck to send him over the top. Wolverine's legs convulsed, crushing Wades face into him, and he bit his lip to keep himself from howling. His eyes rolled up as waves of pleasure rolled through his body for the first time in decades, not caring if the mutant between his legs could breath or not. Blood trickled into his mouth as the waves started subsiding and he relaxed, his legs flopping down with a quiet thud.

"That was so hot," Wade gasped, saliva and slick dripping from his chin as he sat up, "Want to tap out, honey badger?"

He barely got the sentence out before he was grabbed again and pulled over Logan's still shivering body.

"Don't make me repeat myself."

Wade grinned like a child on Christmas day and captured Logan's lips again, rubbing and soaking his hard-on in the juices still flowing from Logan's quivering cunt. He didn't know if he should stop to prepare the man beneath him, and wasn't sure if he wanted to risk losing his fingers before the fight tomorrow, so he settled for gently prodding at Wolverines entrance.

"You keep teasing me and I'll cut it off to fuck myself," Logan growled, impatiently rolling his hips.

Wade complied, pushing against him to no avail. Logan hissed under his breath, bearing down on the scarred head of Wade's dick until, finally, it popped in. Both of the groaned, trembling from the sensations.

"Holy shit, peanut. You're gonna rip my foreskin off."

"It's been a while," Logan growled, stifling a moan as Wade rubbed his fingers against his clit to relax him.

"No kidding." Wade was about to pull out when legs wrapped around his waist, driving him deeper in Logan's vice-like hole. "Slow down, sweetheart, you're bleeding."

"Who gives a shit," Logan yanked Wade's collar and hissed into his ear, "Move before I change my mind and use your ribs as a knife block."

Wade shuddered, willing himself not cum right then and rammed their hips together. Logan groaned, pain and pleasure shooting through his spine like a bolt of lightning, his organs shifting to compensate for the dick intruding his body. Wade didn't wait for him to adjust, starting a vicious rhythm of slamming into Logan's body. Logan didn't even try to quiet himself anymore, his moans joining the symphony of slaps and squelched that the other could definitely hear by now, and Wade reveled in it. He pushed his face into the tender skin between Logan's neck and shoulder, nipping at the flesh.

"I can't keep this up," he grunted, pressing his thumb into Logan's clit again so that he wouldn't be left out, "Where do you want it?"

"Cum in me or on my suit and I gut you," Logan snarled, gripping Wades back like a lifeline.

"Kinky."

And he snapped, pulling out and using his other hand to pump the last bit of the way to his orgasm. Wade groaned loudly, strings of cum shooting onto the floor of the tent, and almost falling over as he sat up. Logan followed suit quickly, Wades unyielding thumb squeezing a second orgasm from him. They both gasped, their suits stretching to allow for the air they sucked into their lungs.

"That was fun," Wade huffed, flopping onto the ground next to Logan, "You a big spoon or small spoon?"

"Not gonna happen, bub," Logan chuckled, pushing Wade to face away from him.

Wade made a sarcastic whimper but settled on his side. Logan pulled his pants back up, staring at him for a second, before sighing. He turned his back to him, shuffling over till their backs were brushed against each other. He felt Wade glance over his shoulder at him.

"Don't get any ideas, mouth."

Wade chuckled, pressing his back against him, gently, and smiled.

"Love you too, Wolvy."