[Apparently what Cable wants is to have romantic sex with Wade. Maybe it's because he doesn't watch as much porn as Wade. Maybe it's because he knows he won't out-perv Wade, so he needs to find other ways to muddle him.
Maybe he's just doing what comes naturally. This might be the likeliest option, though probably not one either of them are sold on.
Cable bucks his hips gently against Wade, creating more friction between their cocks.]
I should have mouth fucked you.
[He says, exasperated and breathy.]
How about I fuck a mute next?
[He reaches for Wade's face, metal thumb tracing his lips and sliding into his mouth.]
Hold that and shut up for a minute. [Wade feels pretty ready here, so he drags his finger out and takes him by the hips, dragging him so he's positioned over his cock without forcing him down on it.]
[ Wade exhales like Cable hit some kind of kink bullseye like Wade might've truthfully preferred having his mouth fucked than try to navigate all of his complicated feelings. Not that he's doing a particularly good job of it, but he wasn't expecting his day to unpack the way it has for him. Wade's mouth opens wetly for him, the hot and velvety bed of his tongue touching that cold metal before he sucks it into his mouth, lidded eyes watching Cable watch him. ]
How about you fuck me.
[ Wade murmurs, like he's suggesting regularly, like he doesn't need anyone else. Wade reaches back to guide Cable's raw, unprotected cock to his ass and his hand circles around the base tightly. The last time, they'd been drunk off aphro-water, but this? It's only whatever existed before they got here, and Wade can only contend with it. Prefers it, if he's being honest. Wade sucks on that digit and warms it in his mouth, keeping Cable's eyes locked as he purposefully sits down on his cock, taking all of him in one hot, hungry thrust as he seats himself on him fully with a heavy groan. ]
[Cable is dismissive now, but to his dismay he will hear everything Wade is saying over and over for a long time following this rendezvous.
He plays his cards close to his chest, so it may not be apparent to Wade that he has all of his senses in his metal arm. He can feel the warm, wet heat from Wade's lips and watch he does. At times, the glow of his eye is almost like a sniper rifle, fixed on a target.
Wade has his full, fixed attention, though his eyes briefly flutter shut as Wade takes him in. He hisses, adjusting to the sensation he gets from Wade dropping onto his cock like a fucking rock.]
Fuck--
[He sputters, completely unfiltered through his usual posturing. His flesh hand grips Wade's hip tightly, his own hips rocking of their own accord under him.]
Anyone ever tell you that you're like a cat in heat?
[Of course, he assumes Wade is like this with everyone.]
[ Wade gives a lazy, eager shake of his head, still gripping him by the wrist. He makes a point to drag that metal thumb out of his mouth along the flat of his tongue, only to press a kiss against the pad of it. ]
Only you.
[ Said with the smug satisfaction of a man who has Cable balls-deep in his ass. He might be horny on main for most in this city that manage to have chemistry with him, but few strike a nerve like Cable, who like him, manages to find every last one. Wade arches his back with Cable fully seated in him, brown eyes momentarily up on his ceiling as he breathes through it, finally dropping his eyes to look at him.
For all the ways Cable describes him like a stray, fucking him feels like coming home. Good luck getting him ever to admit that. Wade breathes, feeling victorious, but only so long as he starts to move. And fuck it's so different when he's not high on fucking aphro-water. Wade lifts and falls, and Cable feels like the perfect fit. This is a problem.
Wade rolls his hips in tight circle, not so much rising and falling on his cock as squirming, sucking one last time on the metal thumb before he slides his metal grip over his throat in a quiet invitation. Wade can't admit it right now, but he loves feeling like a sleeve for sex. ]
What's that make you? [ Wade asks, tension rippling in his thighs as he lifts up and drops down again, a keening sound dropping out of his mouth. ]
[Cable says, almost idly. Almost like he's a little breathless and distracted by the way Wade moves over him. He has a hard enough time having a conversation when he's not on his cock. Let alone when he says just you like that.
It makes the hairs raise on his arms, pleasantly. Offhandedly, he wonders if he ever would have given Wade a chance back home. Did he need to be drugged to think this was a good idea? Is this going to develop into a very specific addiction? That's worrying.
His hand squeezes Wade's neck, firm enough to feel it but not enough to leave a mark. Yet. His thumb rubs in circles over his Adam's apple and he watches him through half-lidded eyes.
Cable works his hips under Wade, meeting him in his movements so his cock keeps hitting the good spots. His flesh hand slides up his body and meets the other hand on Wade's neck. He squeezes when Wade drops on him again, hissing.]
[ Oh god dammit, Cable, that's cheating. Cable works under him and Wade starts to ride him just as he said he would — hungry and desperate, touch-starved and ruined by the ferocity of his desire. He meant it when he said 'just you' and Cable rewards his honesty with the kind of tease that instantly drives him wild with lust. He breathlessly stammers, a hand wrapping around the one surrounds his throat as he rolls his hips. ]
D, don't say that. Don't say that. don't fucking say that —
[ Wade chants, his hips moving to fuck himself down on Cable's cock, the hand on his throat seeming to give him that one-two combo that only seems to crack him open from the inside out. Wade's hips buck, a breath hitching in his chest as he grasps at the hand on his neck. ]
Oh, god, I love your cock — [ Wade gasps, dropping harder onto his lap with a louder groan. There's so much cacophony happening that Wade doesn't realize how disjointed his kinks are aligning all at once. Wade arches his back sharply, riding Cable before he bows over his body, breathing hard. ]
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!
[ Wade gasps, riding him so hard his luxurious bed creaks like it's about to break. Wade thrashes onto it, thrilled to be filthy for no other reason than to just be. ]
[ Wade tries to slam down on Cable's cock, but when he's pulled down by his fucking face, he has no choice but to grind down. And then he tells him he's a good boy and Wade clenches tight around his cock. That's not something that always gets to him, but when it's Cable saying it, Wade feels himself shiver. ]
I'm, 'm your good boy.
[ Wade stammers around the hand pulling his face down so close to Cable's then groans. He just said not to say that, and then this grumpy motherfucker goes ahead and leans right into it. Tells him he's good, asks him to repeat it back to him. At least he's stopped being romantic and started being pornographic, except it's a little too late because now those two elements are blending together to give Wade a lot to think about after this. ]
Okay, okay, see — I'm into that. Who's my fucking daddy?
[ Cable might regret unlocking this kink, because Wade starts to surge against him, groaning into each dirty line as he rubs his cock against his stomach, roughly riding his cock. Wade reaches back, his hand sliding past his ass to palm Cable's sac, fingers drifting to feel the wet, hot shaft whenever it's not buried inside of him, playing with his balls. ]
Is daddy gonna fill me up? Give his good boy all his cum?
[Cable hums approvingly when Wade (surprisingly obediently) replies. His hands squeeze his face, his metal thumb rubbing over a cheekbone before he brushes the back of his hand over his cheek.
He arches a brow at Wade's statement. Of course you're into that, Wade.
If he was going to respond, it's lost in a growl building in the back of his throat. Wade's deft hands on his shaft and balls feel amazing. It all feels amazing. It would be incredibly to just get drunk and lost in the pleasure, and for a moment Cable looks like he is. His brow furrows, sweat beading on his forehead as he makes another strangled sound.]
Jesus. [Is all he can manage. His flesh hand reaches out, palming Wade's erection, cupping him and pressing his fingers on the nerves under his sac.]
[ Wade giggles from behind Cable's metal hand, but what silences him is the hand that changes the sensation of frotting up against that salt-and-pepper treasure trail and hard muscle underneath, tickles behind his balls and Wade can feel himself climbing again. That's new, and rarely does he experience something different. Wade squeezes down on Cable's cock, gripping him tightly as he rides him in strong, purposeful motions before he feels himself teetering over the edge.
Wade is delirious with lust, and it would be so easy to just do as he's told, cum already, and right on Cable's dick. If he knew that this was what today held for him, he wouldn't have believed it, but now he's gone and run headlong into sex with this old man, and now he can't get enough of it. Grasping his cock, he frantically strokes himself as he rolls his hips, moaning as he spills out hot spurts to glaze over the hair dusting Cable's belly. ]
Ungh, fuck! [ Wade moans, another jet of his release striping Cable's stomach. His movements stutter, but the moment his seizures cease, he slaps a hand on Cable's chest and renews his efforts, trying to milk Cable by riding him hard and fast. Breathless, he gasps: ] Shit, that's so much more intense when I'm not on aphro...! Come on!
[Next time they have a long car ride, Cable will tell Wade all about the five steps to achieving a perineum orgasm.
For now, he revels in watching Wade frantically stroke his cock and slap his chest. The heat is building in him so fast it's dizzying-- and it is better when it's natural. The peaks hit harder when you're not trapped in a constant state of peaking.
He has time to draw breath and watch Wade's face as he hits his final peak. He relishes the sounds he makes and the way he tightens around his cock.
Cable's hands clamp down on Wade's thighs, rocking his hips up roughly against him and then finally shoving him down hard on his cock as he comes inside of him. Cable's fingers dig into Wade's shoulders as he shudders through his orgasm.
His body is coiled and tense until suddenly it all drops off and his hands drop down and all he can do is breathe and feel his bearings and senses slowly return.
Naturally, he has no idea what to say here so he just picks a point on the wall and stares. It makes it look a little like Wade fucked him into a coma.]
[ Oh, Wade knows. It's just not often someone tries that little trick on him. Wade delightfully experiments with whatever is at his disposal but he can count on one hand the number of people who match his freak. Wade doesn't know it yet, but it turns out Cable's met one of them already.
It makes hitting that peak stronger, adds a little of that treat Cable hits from the back. It means that when he's riding him rough and fast, he's hitting that secondary climax that bleeds out from his hips, blooming into something that loosens his tongue. Wade cries out hoarsely as he fucks his way through Cable's release, the one-two hit of his cock crushing against his prostate while his hand rubs it from the other side — it makes him see spots in his vision, makes him give a filthy little twist of his hips through the moment Cable seizes up and shoots inside him. Wade can feel him shudder, a delightful sensation because Cable's quiet is in stark contrast to Wade's mouth.
Wade's shoulders and chest heave as he catches his breath, sags his head down until his forehead rests on uneven parts of metal and flesh in the middle of Cable's chest. Fuck, Wade thinks, and knows this isn't going to be enough. Gathering himself, he lifts his head and his hands slide up the flesh and metal sides of Cable's chest, thumbs stroking the sharp line of his jaw as he tries to bring Cable back to him. He nods, although he's not clear on what he's agreeing to. But he does need something from him, which becomes clear when Wade tries to capture his mouth with his in a kiss. ]
[It gives Cable immense pleasure to give Wade immense pleasure, it's much more satisfying to know it's all him and not chemical showers. It's the same satisfaction he gets from sparring with Wade, which incidentally is probably a highlight in his life as well.
Maybe they move on similar wavelengths, which is a terrifying thought all things considered.
Cable doesn't try to extract himself or Wade while he appreciates the afterglow, but he struggles to let himself enjoy the moment. When Wade rests on his chest, Cable's hands rise to circle him but they fall before he can.
He allows Wade to turn his face and meets his eyes, but his expression is unreadable. He does, however, catch Wade's face with his metal hand and kiss him firmly. Once that's done, he starts to sit up under Wade and it's Wade's choice if he wants to tumble into his lap or move aside.]
[ There's something satisfying about it not being something artificial. It's not the collars inducing the sensation of a climax, not the water that makes him unspeakably horny to the point that an innocent touch could set him off. It's just a few guys meeting up, some good old-fashioned unresolved sexual tension resolving themselves with a splash of unprotected sex. Wade doesn't question the unfeeling look in Cable's eyes, only wants his mouth, and he moans into the kiss with deep satisfaction.
Wade easily settles into the new position, sitting up, draping his arms over Cable's shoulders. ]
Yeah, in a minute.
[ Wade shifts his hips, feeling the greasy slide of Cable's cum in his ass. ]
Unless you're talkin' a shower together? [ Wade ventures, a huff of a laugh on his lips. He's feeling weirdly vulnerable and he's still processing shit. ]
[ Wade makes a whiny sound through his nose, unhappy with being told to unhinge himself from Cable before he's ready to. But when it means he can shower with him? Okay, that's marginally better. Wade slides off his legs with a wince as he extracts Cable's cock from his ass.
Wade takes a breath, a hand sliding down one cheek of his ass as he heals through his body's speedy recovery that ensures he's always virgin-tight every fucking time. Wade swings his legs over the side of the bed, the only reason he's not bemoaning why they're not at least spooning after because he fucking hates the communal showers in the Down. ]
Gonna feed me dinner too, daddy? Or are you a hit it and quit it kinda guy?
[ Wade teases, pulling him out of his room towards where he believes the bathroom is. ]
[He just takes what Wade says literally and ignores his new designation. Honestly, he is decently hungry and he's never said no to delivery before.
He allows himself to be pulled, but he's visibly annoyed by it since it's his goddamn house.]
Left. [He hints.]
Do they not feed you down there? [He's sort of ignoring that Wade is really asking if this is a regular thing because what he's doing now (fussing) is easier.]
[ Wade would have rather stayed in bed with him for another few hours, nut the promise of a shower is simply too tempting to pass up. Wade hears left and feels around that wall for the bathroom, but admittedly his attention is mostly on Cable. He pauses here and there to drape his arm over his shoulder, press his mouth against his. Wade is testing out his new place not because he's interested in a new d/s lifestyle, but because he's introducing Cable to what could be. Which is rich seeing how new Wade is to this.
And he suspects that what could be won't work for them. But he suspects it's for most of the same reasons why he didn't contract with Ed. Finally, he finds the bathroom and he starts fiddling with the controls, brows furrowing. ]
Can't a guy want to cuddle? Bathe? [ After a moment, Wade gives up to put his arms around Cable's middle, not satisfied with the lack of intimacy he's had before he had to resume this tour of his apartment with Cable sliding out of his ass in the meantime. Wade hugs around his waist and noses against the side of his face. ]
I've seen where you live, so it must be pretty fuckin' bad if you can't stand it.
[Cable is not reciprocating the amount of affection he's getting from Wade, but he's also not shoving him off.
He doesn't have the emotional intelligence to articulate that he's overwhelmed by everything that has happened and that he has genuine concerns of alienating the closest thing he has to a friend.
Instead, he just leans over Wade and works the controls for him.]
Slow down.
[He murmurs, and it could apply to a range of things in this situation. He places his hands on Wade's shoulders and pushes him under the stream of water, which is (surprisingly) a pleasant temperature.]
[ Cable isn't always kind or soft, but he has his moments. Wade is reminded of this when he feels pushed under the stream of water and it's actually pleasant. Not functional, militant, with purpose. But he stumbles under that stream of water and it's the perfect pressure, temperature... fucking everything and Wade can't help but slide his eyes shut at the sensation.
Wade makes an orgasmic sound as he drops his head onto Cable's shoulder, pulling him into the shower with him. ]
They're so much better, holy fucking shit.
[ wade knows it, thanks to Rowena, but he also doesn't shower with her. Wade pulls Cable in and snatches the nearest bar of soap to side it, foaming, over Cable's skin. ]
[Cable allows himself to be pulled into the stream of water, since that's what they're here for.
There's plenty of room for two fully grown men and yet it's still an intimate space that forces contact. He's not sure how he feels about being scrubbed down like a muddy hog, but he's pretty deprived of gentle contact and so he allows himself to enjoy it.
His eyes fall shut as the stream of water hits his face and a small wince escapes him as he shifts his neck. He's always in some amount of discomfort from the virus and the addition of warm water is both soothing and a little uncomfortable.
Yeah. [ Wade replies, looking at Cable without meeting his eyes at first, but when he finally gathers the greed or courage to do so, his eyes are closed and Wade has to live with that missed opportunity. Wade's hands are gentle, at least, surprisingly so — he delicately slides his lathered hands over his body, steps in closer to kiss the side of his neck not ravaged by technovirus, although that's hardly a deterrent for him. ]
It's mandated. I'm allowed a total of three nights not where I'm supposed to be.
[ It's not like he's house-trained, although Rowena's tried, he just isn't passing up on the opportunity to slide his hands all over Cable's body, slick with soap — because this is kind of something Wade's into, surprised that Cable's letting him, given how intimate it is. Wade's hands slide down Cable's back and he wraps his arms around him instead, craving physical contact. He's feeling a lot of complicated things and telling himself it's only sex and the shower is only a kink and failing both. Cable probably wouldn't allow him to touch him so much if there wasn't something there, but Wade can't help but second guess anything when it comes to him. ]
I wanna see you again. [ Wade says, mouth partially muffled against his shoulder under a curtain of water. ] Make sure you're not being all noble and not, you know, having enough casual sex.
[ Wade falls terribly short of asking Cable if he wants to date, because he's a fucking coward and his timing sucks. ]
[Cable's lip curls into his iconic grimace as Wade describes another facet of the grim dystopia they're in. He can't help but feel guilt at the disparity between himself and Wade and every submissive.
It also draws his attention to the fact that he's receiving a disproportionate amount of service from Wade, even if he's clearly enjoying himself.
Cable's range is slightly limited compared to Wade, who is leaning over him. Still, he takes some of the soap and starts to lather Wade. In contrast to Wade's gentle, sweeping motions, Cable is methodically cleaning him.]
I'm not going anywhere. [President and CEO of Missed the Point dot Com.]
And I do fine for myself. [His voice lowers into a murmur that could be misconstrued as sexy rather than shame.]
[ Wade pulls his head back to look in Cable's face, surprised at the open invitation when he was already working on several plans involving home invasion and kidnapping to ensure he got to spend quality time with his time traveling not!boyfriend. He's fighting the urge to give Cable a smitten look, because suddenly feeling his hands mechanically washing his body is absolutely not the vibe, but also because he can't resist a good joke when it comes bubbling up to the surface. ]
Don't forget to wash under the caboose. You kinda came inside of me, I don't want to be clawing you out of me for the next thirty minutes.
[ Wade says, prissily, as if he's planned on luring Cable into cleaning up the mess he made. Looking down along his scarred body as he tries to guide one of Cable's hands down to his ass. ]
[The fact that Wade would absolutely break in whenever he pleased is at least partially a motivating factor. If he's going to have a stray cat that breaks in and eats his food and sleeps in his bed, he might as well put a collar on it.
Except they're not quite there, so it's really more like he's just leaving the door open a crack.
He rolls his eyes at Wade's playfulness.]
Yeah. I remember. [Hard to forget that.
He peels Wade off him and nudges him to turn toward the wall. His touch is slightly less methodical as he spreads Wade's ass and rubs his hole under the stream of water. His metal hand traces surprisingly delicately over the small of his back, then unfurls to push him further up against the wall.]
When you come here, you behave.
[He starts off a little uncertain with himself and his propensity for dirty talk, but he continues.]
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Maybe he's just doing what comes naturally. This might be the likeliest option, though probably not one either of them are sold on.
Cable bucks his hips gently against Wade, creating more friction between their cocks.]
I should have mouth fucked you.
[He says, exasperated and breathy.]
How about I fuck a mute next?
[He reaches for Wade's face, metal thumb tracing his lips and sliding into his mouth.]
Hold that and shut up for a minute. [Wade feels pretty ready here, so he drags his finger out and takes him by the hips, dragging him so he's positioned over his cock without forcing him down on it.]
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How about you fuck me.
[ Wade murmurs, like he's suggesting regularly, like he doesn't need anyone else. Wade reaches back to guide Cable's raw, unprotected cock to his ass and his hand circles around the base tightly. The last time, they'd been drunk off aphro-water, but this? It's only whatever existed before they got here, and Wade can only contend with it. Prefers it, if he's being honest. Wade sucks on that digit and warms it in his mouth, keeping Cable's eyes locked as he purposefully sits down on his cock, taking all of him in one hot, hungry thrust as he seats himself on him fully with a heavy groan. ]
Nngh, fuck!
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He plays his cards close to his chest, so it may not be apparent to Wade that he has all of his senses in his metal arm. He can feel the warm, wet heat from Wade's lips and watch he does. At times, the glow of his eye is almost like a sniper rifle, fixed on a target.
Wade has his full, fixed attention, though his eyes briefly flutter shut as Wade takes him in. He hisses, adjusting to the sensation he gets from Wade dropping onto his cock like a fucking rock.]
Fuck--
[He sputters, completely unfiltered through his usual posturing. His flesh hand grips Wade's hip tightly, his own hips rocking of their own accord under him.]
Anyone ever tell you that you're like a cat in heat?
[Of course, he assumes Wade is like this with everyone.]
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Only you.
[ Said with the smug satisfaction of a man who has Cable balls-deep in his ass. He might be horny on main for most in this city that manage to have chemistry with him, but few strike a nerve like Cable, who like him, manages to find every last one. Wade arches his back with Cable fully seated in him, brown eyes momentarily up on his ceiling as he breathes through it, finally dropping his eyes to look at him.
For all the ways Cable describes him like a stray, fucking him feels like coming home. Good luck getting him ever to admit that. Wade breathes, feeling victorious, but only so long as he starts to move. And fuck it's so different when he's not high on fucking aphro-water. Wade lifts and falls, and Cable feels like the perfect fit. This is a problem.
Wade rolls his hips in tight circle, not so much rising and falling on his cock as squirming, sucking one last time on the metal thumb before he slides his metal grip over his throat in a quiet invitation. Wade can't admit it right now, but he loves feeling like a sleeve for sex. ]
What's that make you? [ Wade asks, tension rippling in his thighs as he lifts up and drops down again, a keening sound dropping out of his mouth. ]
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[Cable says, almost idly. Almost like he's a little breathless and distracted by the way Wade moves over him. He has a hard enough time having a conversation when he's not on his cock. Let alone when he says just you like that.
It makes the hairs raise on his arms, pleasantly. Offhandedly, he wonders if he ever would have given Wade a chance back home. Did he need to be drugged to think this was a good idea? Is this going to develop into a very specific addiction? That's worrying.
His hand squeezes Wade's neck, firm enough to feel it but not enough to leave a mark. Yet. His thumb rubs in circles over his Adam's apple and he watches him through half-lidded eyes.
Cable works his hips under Wade, meeting him in his movements so his cock keeps hitting the good spots. His flesh hand slides up his body and meets the other hand on Wade's neck. He squeezes when Wade drops on him again, hissing.]
Yeah. That's a good boy.
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D, don't say that. Don't say that. don't fucking say that —
[ Wade chants, his hips moving to fuck himself down on Cable's cock, the hand on his throat seeming to give him that one-two combo that only seems to crack him open from the inside out. Wade's hips buck, a breath hitching in his chest as he grasps at the hand on his neck. ]
Oh, god, I love your cock — [ Wade gasps, dropping harder onto his lap with a louder groan. There's so much cacophony happening that Wade doesn't realize how disjointed his kinks are aligning all at once. Wade arches his back sharply, riding Cable before he bows over his body, breathing hard. ]
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!
[ Wade gasps, riding him so hard his luxurious bed creaks like it's about to break. Wade thrashes onto it, thrilled to be filthy for no other reason than to just be. ]
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Cable's thighs move under him, helping him bounce on him. Every time he thinks it can't go deeper and can't get faster, he's proven wrong.
At this point, Cable is mostly becoming incoherent, but he's determined to keep saying the things that make Wade move like that.]
Good boy. Good.
[He urges him along, hands snaking up Wade's neck to grab his face. He yanks it close but doesn't kiss him, it's just more intense eye contact.]
Whose boy are you?
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I'm, 'm your good boy.
[ Wade stammers around the hand pulling his face down so close to Cable's then groans. He just said not to say that, and then this grumpy motherfucker goes ahead and leans right into it. Tells him he's good, asks him to repeat it back to him. At least he's stopped being romantic and started being pornographic, except it's a little too late because now those two elements are blending together to give Wade a lot to think about after this. ]
Okay, okay, see — I'm into that. Who's my fucking daddy?
[ Cable might regret unlocking this kink, because Wade starts to surge against him, groaning into each dirty line as he rubs his cock against his stomach, roughly riding his cock. Wade reaches back, his hand sliding past his ass to palm Cable's sac, fingers drifting to feel the wet, hot shaft whenever it's not buried inside of him, playing with his balls. ]
Is daddy gonna fill me up? Give his good boy all his cum?
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He arches a brow at Wade's statement. Of course you're into that, Wade.
If he was going to respond, it's lost in a growl building in the back of his throat. Wade's deft hands on his shaft and balls feel amazing. It all feels amazing. It would be incredibly to just get drunk and lost in the pleasure, and for a moment Cable looks like he is. His brow furrows, sweat beading on his forehead as he makes another strangled sound.]
Jesus. [Is all he can manage. His flesh hand reaches out, palming Wade's erection, cupping him and pressing his fingers on the nerves under his sac.]
Cum already, fucking dumbass.
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[ Wade giggles from behind Cable's metal hand, but what silences him is the hand that changes the sensation of frotting up against that salt-and-pepper treasure trail and hard muscle underneath, tickles behind his balls and Wade can feel himself climbing again. That's new, and rarely does he experience something different. Wade squeezes down on Cable's cock, gripping him tightly as he rides him in strong, purposeful motions before he feels himself teetering over the edge.
Wade is delirious with lust, and it would be so easy to just do as he's told, cum already, and right on Cable's dick. If he knew that this was what today held for him, he wouldn't have believed it, but now he's gone and run headlong into sex with this old man, and now he can't get enough of it. Grasping his cock, he frantically strokes himself as he rolls his hips, moaning as he spills out hot spurts to glaze over the hair dusting Cable's belly. ]
Ungh, fuck! [ Wade moans, another jet of his release striping Cable's stomach. His movements stutter, but the moment his seizures cease, he slaps a hand on Cable's chest and renews his efforts, trying to milk Cable by riding him hard and fast. Breathless, he gasps: ] Shit, that's so much more intense when I'm not on aphro...! Come on!
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For now, he revels in watching Wade frantically stroke his cock and slap his chest. The heat is building in him so fast it's dizzying-- and it is better when it's natural. The peaks hit harder when you're not trapped in a constant state of peaking.
He has time to draw breath and watch Wade's face as he hits his final peak. He relishes the sounds he makes and the way he tightens around his cock.
Cable's hands clamp down on Wade's thighs, rocking his hips up roughly against him and then finally shoving him down hard on his cock as he comes inside of him. Cable's fingers dig into Wade's shoulders as he shudders through his orgasm.
His body is coiled and tense until suddenly it all drops off and his hands drop down and all he can do is breathe and feel his bearings and senses slowly return.
Naturally, he has no idea what to say here so he just picks a point on the wall and stares. It makes it look a little like Wade fucked him into a coma.]
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It makes hitting that peak stronger, adds a little of that treat Cable hits from the back. It means that when he's riding him rough and fast, he's hitting that secondary climax that bleeds out from his hips, blooming into something that loosens his tongue. Wade cries out hoarsely as he fucks his way through Cable's release, the one-two hit of his cock crushing against his prostate while his hand rubs it from the other side — it makes him see spots in his vision, makes him give a filthy little twist of his hips through the moment Cable seizes up and shoots inside him. Wade can feel him shudder, a delightful sensation because Cable's quiet is in stark contrast to Wade's mouth.
Wade's shoulders and chest heave as he catches his breath, sags his head down until his forehead rests on uneven parts of metal and flesh in the middle of Cable's chest. Fuck, Wade thinks, and knows this isn't going to be enough. Gathering himself, he lifts his head and his hands slide up the flesh and metal sides of Cable's chest, thumbs stroking the sharp line of his jaw as he tries to bring Cable back to him. He nods, although he's not clear on what he's agreeing to. But he does need something from him, which becomes clear when Wade tries to capture his mouth with his in a kiss. ]
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Maybe they move on similar wavelengths, which is a terrifying thought all things considered.
Cable doesn't try to extract himself or Wade while he appreciates the afterglow, but he struggles to let himself enjoy the moment. When Wade rests on his chest, Cable's hands rise to circle him but they fall before he can.
He allows Wade to turn his face and meets his eyes, but his expression is unreadable. He does, however, catch Wade's face with his metal hand and kiss him firmly. Once that's done, he starts to sit up under Wade and it's Wade's choice if he wants to tumble into his lap or move aside.]
You want a shower?
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Wade easily settles into the new position, sitting up, draping his arms over Cable's shoulders. ]
Yeah, in a minute.
[ Wade shifts his hips, feeling the greasy slide of Cable's cum in his ass. ]
Unless you're talkin' a shower together? [ Wade ventures, a huff of a laugh on his lips. He's feeling weirdly vulnerable and he's still processing shit. ]
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[Cable points out, although he's not sure about sending Wade back to the Down when he has a place like this that he's done nothing to deserve.]
Yeah, alright.
[That's a yes on showering together, but Cable is already standing so Wade needs to move or hold on like a baby koala.]
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Wade takes a breath, a hand sliding down one cheek of his ass as he heals through his body's speedy recovery that ensures he's always virgin-tight every fucking time. Wade swings his legs over the side of the bed, the only reason he's not bemoaning why they're not at least spooning after because he fucking hates the communal showers in the Down. ]
Gonna feed me dinner too, daddy? Or are you a hit it and quit it kinda guy?
[ Wade teases, pulling him out of his room towards where he believes the bathroom is. ]
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[He just takes what Wade says literally and ignores his new designation. Honestly, he is decently hungry and he's never said no to delivery before.
He allows himself to be pulled, but he's visibly annoyed by it since it's his goddamn house.]
Left. [He hints.]
Do they not feed you down there? [He's sort of ignoring that Wade is really asking if this is a regular thing because what he's doing now (fussing) is easier.]
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[ Wade would have rather stayed in bed with him for another few hours, nut the promise of a shower is simply too tempting to pass up. Wade hears left and feels around that wall for the bathroom, but admittedly his attention is mostly on Cable. He pauses here and there to drape his arm over his shoulder, press his mouth against his. Wade is testing out his new place not because he's interested in a new d/s lifestyle, but because he's introducing Cable to what could be. Which is rich seeing how new Wade is to this.
And he suspects that what could be won't work for them. But he suspects it's for most of the same reasons why he didn't contract with Ed. Finally, he finds the bathroom and he starts fiddling with the controls, brows furrowing. ]
Can't a guy want to cuddle? Bathe? [ After a moment, Wade gives up to put his arms around Cable's middle, not satisfied with the lack of intimacy he's had before he had to resume this tour of his apartment with Cable sliding out of his ass in the meantime. Wade hugs around his waist and noses against the side of his face. ]
It's just different.
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[Cable is not reciprocating the amount of affection he's getting from Wade, but he's also not shoving him off.
He doesn't have the emotional intelligence to articulate that he's overwhelmed by everything that has happened and that he has genuine concerns of alienating the closest thing he has to a friend.
Instead, he just leans over Wade and works the controls for him.]
Slow down.
[He murmurs, and it could apply to a range of things in this situation. He places his hands on Wade's shoulders and pushes him under the stream of water, which is (surprisingly) a pleasant temperature.]
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Wade makes an orgasmic sound as he drops his head onto Cable's shoulder, pulling him into the shower with him. ]
They're so much better, holy fucking shit.
[ wade knows it, thanks to Rowena, but he also doesn't shower with her. Wade pulls Cable in and snatches the nearest bar of soap to side it, foaming, over Cable's skin. ]
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There's plenty of room for two fully grown men and yet it's still an intimate space that forces contact. He's not sure how he feels about being scrubbed down like a muddy hog, but he's pretty deprived of gentle contact and so he allows himself to enjoy it.
His eyes fall shut as the stream of water hits his face and a small wince escapes him as he shifts his neck. He's always in some amount of discomfort from the virus and the addition of warm water is both soothing and a little uncomfortable.
He's silent for a while, then he speaks up.]
Do you live with her? Your dom?
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It's mandated. I'm allowed a total of three nights not where I'm supposed to be.
[ It's not like he's house-trained, although Rowena's tried, he just isn't passing up on the opportunity to slide his hands all over Cable's body, slick with soap — because this is kind of something Wade's into, surprised that Cable's letting him, given how intimate it is. Wade's hands slide down Cable's back and he wraps his arms around him instead, craving physical contact. He's feeling a lot of complicated things and telling himself it's only sex and the shower is only a kink and failing both. Cable probably wouldn't allow him to touch him so much if there wasn't something there, but Wade can't help but second guess anything when it comes to him. ]
I wanna see you again. [ Wade says, mouth partially muffled against his shoulder under a curtain of water. ] Make sure you're not being all noble and not, you know, having enough casual sex.
[ Wade falls terribly short of asking Cable if he wants to date, because he's a fucking coward and his timing sucks. ]
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It also draws his attention to the fact that he's receiving a disproportionate amount of service from Wade, even if he's clearly enjoying himself.
Cable's range is slightly limited compared to Wade, who is leaning over him. Still, he takes some of the soap and starts to lather Wade. In contrast to Wade's gentle, sweeping motions, Cable is methodically cleaning him.]
I'm not going anywhere. [President and CEO of Missed the Point dot Com.]
And I do fine for myself. [His voice lowers into a murmur that could be misconstrued as sexy rather than shame.]
Sleep here. When you can.
[Even when he's being nice he's being bossy.]
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Don't forget to wash under the caboose. You kinda came inside of me, I don't want to be clawing you out of me for the next thirty minutes.
[ Wade says, prissily, as if he's planned on luring Cable into cleaning up the mess he made. Looking down along his scarred body as he tries to guide one of Cable's hands down to his ass. ]
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Except they're not quite there, so it's really more like he's just leaving the door open a crack.
He rolls his eyes at Wade's playfulness.]
Yeah. I remember. [Hard to forget that.
He peels Wade off him and nudges him to turn toward the wall. His touch is slightly less methodical as he spreads Wade's ass and rubs his hole under the stream of water. His metal hand traces surprisingly delicately over the small of his back, then unfurls to push him further up against the wall.]
When you come here, you behave.
[He starts off a little uncertain with himself and his propensity for dirty talk, but he continues.]
When you're here, you're my boy.
[Pirates are banned.]
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