[Oh, there's so many places Wade could be and so many people he could be with, but he's here. As a testament to how much Cable quietly enjoys Wade's company, he doesn't try to taunt him about that. He just appreciates it, letting a warm, familiar glow build in his chest when he thinks about it.
Cable shifts to reposition himself, the metal arm transfers to Wade's middle and his fingers span over him as he holds him against his chest. His legs shift either side of Wade, flesh hand navigating and opening the lube, coating his fingers and rubbing his hole.]
I belong here.
[Cable's patented Simple Statements to Drive Wade Insane strike again. His finger teases him and pushes inside, slowly and evenly, feeling every muscle. He draws it in and out of Wade with painfully slow movements, working deeper each time he pushes.]
[ It's true, Wade has really made a habit of getting around this fucked up city, leaving his little marks, proving his designation right. But it's only with Cable that it really sinks in, that he underscores that he's been Duplicity's perfect, idiotic puppet. Wade tries, in his little, insignificant way, to fight the system, but in many other ways he plays right into it.
Cable's not helping. He's Duplicity's perfect fucking carrot, and when dangled in front of him, Wade's just begging for a taste. The crack of the bottle of lubr being opened causes him to take in an unsteady breath as anticipation builds, a hand scooting under him to grasp the one bracing him up against his chest. ]
Oh fuck — [ Wade pants, dropping his face into the sheets with a muffled groan. One long drag in follows another and Wade writhes into it, with the sensation of his finger slowly breaching him, a shudder as he feels him inevitably inching his way in. It's so torturously slow that Wade makes a brief sob of frustration through an involuntary smile. Cable always makes him feel like he's not just melting from the heat of his arousal, but it's causing stress fractures on the inside. Wade splinters, endlessly needy, pushing back against his finger. ] Yeah, right there.
[Cable is coming to really appreciate the sounds out of Wade's mouth that are not endless words. Listening to him moan, making his breath hitch and shudder is something he feels very proud of.
It is impossible to imagine that hardly a week weeks ago he was throttling this man on a truck and now he's making him melt under him with a finger in his ass. Life is full of happy accidents, sometimes you just have to allow yourself to become intertwined with them. For the betterment of humanity, of course.
It is for Wade's betterment also that he has some training from Cable with regards to drawn out pleasure. If they're going to do this often (and that seems likely) Cable wants to play with his food more often. The sob of frustration? That means it's working.
Cable shifts to bite down on Wade's shoulder, harder than a playful nip this time. His finger curls in him and he presses him snugly against his body, so Wade can feel a nice, slow pulse from him.]
[ Wade lifts his head again at the bite, the air whistling through his clenched teeth in a pained hiss. The muscles around his finger clench, and beneath them, Wade squirms, simultaneously hungry to feel Cable's cock disturbing the lace on his body and digging his needy cock against the sheets. ]
I can't get over how bad you want me.
[ Wade says, his voice a little shivery after feeling the need pressed between his cheeks, practically moaning through that stressed word. He's a greedy slut who loves to be edged despite having no refractory period to worry about, infamously mouthy too. He can't help but rise to the opportunity to be bratty. ]
You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.
[ Wade aims a needy smirk at him from over his bitten shoulder, giving his hips a filthy twist, like he's wagging his fucking tail, smothering Cable's cock against his stomach. ]
[Finally, after a movie and a very brief but intense relationship, Cable laughs. Genuinely. It just rolls easily out of him and he presses his forehead against the back of Wade's shoulder.]
You're a fucking moron.
[Affectionately.
Cable bites him again, curling and uncurling his finger firmer and just a little faster. His hand slides further down his front and ghosts over the outline of Wade's cock. A breath shudders out of Cable as Wade squirms against his cock, all he can do is imagine how good it will feel once he's inside Wade.]
[ Wade gives himself a moment to bask in that genuine laughter, feeling fucking proud of himself. He smiles, smug and satisfied, snuggling his head up against Cable's forehead because it's nice and intimate if you ignore everything else. And admittedly, he likes this too, the teasing, the foreplay, exploring all the ways that they fit together. Between all the jagged edges, he can feel a part of him sliding into place with Cable, thanks to that laugh. ]
Ow, ow, ow, fuck! Mmm!
[ Wade makes a needy moan through his nose as he sinks back down against the mattress, because Cable knows just how to touch him that makes him light up. Just one finger in his ass and he can feel him petting his motherfucking prostate and even that whisper of a touch against the cock trapped — hard and huge between his thighs — feels like he could fall apart at any moment. Wade's toes start to curl against the mattress as he starts to tense up, coiling like a spring. ]
Oh fuck, oh fuck — [ Wade shudders under him, the firm curl of Cable's finger gently stroking him into one of those delicious anal orgasms that Wade loves, and he starts breathlessly repeating in a shivery voice: ] I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming...!
[Wade is just the happiest piece of ham in a Cable arm sandwich right now. With one hand over his cock and the other with his fingers up Wade's ass.
Cable's arm lifts up around his waist again, gripping him tightly and pulling him closer as he cums.]
Good boy.
[The coolness of his response is concealing how utterly gripping it is for him to watch Wade go from sassy to writhing and whining with a few curls of his finger. Unsympathetic to how sensitive Wade is during his orgasm, Cable starts to press his second finger into his hole.]
I'm gonna make you want to get fucked by me so bad it makes you look stupid.
[ The fun thing about prostate orgasms is they can roll into another, and that extra finger only seems to raise the baseline, making that beautiful climb even higher and harder. A groan lodges in Wade's throat, wet and wanting. As that second finger worms in, Wade reaches out and grasps at Cable's hip, his grip briefly desperate.
Turning to look at him, he trembles through a giddy, half-drunk giggle. ]
You get me so fucking hot.
[ He says sincerely, grinning like the stupid idiot he is, because clearly the only answer to a threat like that is to heap praise at your dominant not-Dominant. Wade grunts as he twists his hips again, grinding against Cable even though it means enduring the hot pressure of that stretch. ]
[Cable's comfort with using torture as a method for extracting information translates quite comfortably into this scenario. Cable idly wonders how many times he could make Wade come in a row before he begs him to stop. Or just begs for his cock. Both are good options.
He hums approvingly as Wade twists his hips over his fingers, continuining painfully slow come hither motions inside him and over his prostate.]
How do I fuck you?
[Look if Wade is going to try and praise-kink him, he's going to lean into it.
Cable's lips move to rest on Wade's temple, his freehand just idly stroking his front.]
It's the control, you only give me just what you want to.
[ Wade moans the word, because even that torturously slow stimulation is making him feel drunk off that heady, delightful sensation. Wade isn't quite at the point of begging for his cock, but that could always change. Hell, they could be having breakfast and he'd throw it out there. The man is wildly unpredictable, and yet that's the point — Cable seems to know just how to keep him in line, how to make him pliable putty in his hand.
Unfortunately, when Wade runs his mouth, he says things a little too revealing, including what he says next. ]
It's the little things, you know? Like how you lean your head onto mine and it's like you've got this lovey-dovey side you just can't help.
[ Wade rocks his hips, writhing against Cable, the lacey lingerie shifting between their bodies as he relives their first, second and third moments and he slides his fingers through Cable's salt and pepper hair as he sighs into his kiss on his temple. ]
When you're so fucking tender it makes me fucking crazy.
[Cable now exists in a world where Wade could beg for his cock over breakfast and he would have to genuinely weigh up the pros and cons of it.
The tenderness, he supposes, plays into the control. It's a little about knowing what Wade wants and what will entice him and it's a lot about an unfortunate and genuine affection he has for the other man. Cable really hates to analyse that now, because that's an uncomfortable rabbit hole to wander into when he's two fingers deep in Wade's asshole.
Instead of verbally responding, he pushes his fingers into Wade. A little rougher this time. He hums, contemplative and cryptic. He smiles against Wade's face, where he can't see it.]
How many times in a row can you come?
[Cable asks. It's so vulgar, but it's with such a sincere curiousity that he asks.]
[ Wade feels made for it, even if he's still in denial about it. He wants to be contracted to the Dominants in his life, passed around like a cheap blunt. ]
No idea, [ Wade answers honestly, never really having bothered testing it more than a few times. ] but I'm fucking close...
[ Wade sucks in a harsh breath to match the roughness in those fingers plugging him up, a tremor rippling through him. He leans against that smile, his voice a little thready, weak with aroused potential. ]
I have a feeling we're gonna try like fuck to find out. [ A pause, a shudder, Wade's fingernails bite half-moons into Cable's hips. ] Go faster, I'm seriously gonna cum...
[ Nevermind, Wade seems to be getting off all on his own, just from the slow, torturous flick of his fingers and Wade is getting all worked up and bothered just from talking about his fucking feelings. Wade squeezes around his fingers hard and his legs curl up around Cable's, pressing his temple against him harder as he tenses up, wanting. ]
[Cable says, saddened by the lack of raw data (nerd) but intrigued by the possibilities. Not tonight, he thinks. Tonight is a little raw for torturing Wade with orgasms. That needs forward planning.
Cable barely has time to react between Wade begging him to do something and already coming. What's interesting is that despite orgasming so much it must be exhausting, he reacts frantically like he's dying every time he orgasms.
And it's really cute.
Cable wraps his arm tightly around him again, thrusting his fingers faster as requested as Wade squirms through another orgasm. He moves his face to bury into the crook of Wade's neck and groaning, he's so hard it's nearly painful but he's enjoying this too much.
He contemplates a third finger but decides against it, concerned it will lead directly into fisting, which is also not the mood he wants to bring Wade into right now. Cable slides his fingers out and cups them over Wade's ass, squeezing.]
You did good. [He praises, moving his hand from Wade's ass to reposition his cock against Wade's hole and pressing the head in slowly. Everything is slow tonight.]
[ It might be because Wade's actively dying under Cable's touch, because it's him doing it, the last person he expected to hit him so hard, so well. He knows Cable said there was nothing he can't kill, he just didn't expect that to happen by way of la petite mort.
Wade feels Cable's fingers rush into him just right and Wade's fingers slide into his salt and pepper hair as he writhes up against him, lighting up like fourth of fucking july. Wade's breathing hitches, high and panicky as he climbs into a new wave of pleasure that makes his eyelids flutter, and he melts into the groan Cable grumbles into his neck.
Wade suspects there's no such thing as heaven, just an after, but he feels like he's in it for just a moment. Especially when he feels the hot press of Cable's cock pushing into him. ]
Ungh, yeah, daddy — [ Wade moans, his voice unsteady in the aftershocks of another orgasm, feeling spoiled and handled. His back arches in a steep roll of his hips as he digs his knees into the mattress, grinding against Cable. ] Does it feel tight enough for you?
[Unfortunately (or fortunately) for Wade, Cable is extremely methodical and stubborn with everything in his life. Sometimes that involves time-travel and sometimes it involves being a very attentive and very thorough partner in bed.]
Yeah, it's tight.
[Cable assures, with a slight hitch in his voice as Wade pinches around him.
Cable's hips roll easily into Wade. He's not fucking him erratically but letting each thrust have its moment with Wade.
Both of his arms move to wrap around Wade, keeping as much of him flush against his body as he can.]
[ It's when Cable says shit like that that makes Wade dwell, ruminating and obsessive, about being the perfect fucking hole for him, a thought any other time would have been fucking stupid. Now Duplicity has him acting wild for him in ways he never was before the time he had his throat in his hands in a stranglehold, and now he's just fucking acting unwise about him.
All night he's been holding Ed back, all night he's been riding the hot surface of Steve's tongue when he's not bouncing on his cock in the bathroom stall. All night he's been pressing his dental records into Hughie's skin, performing innumerable sins in a single fucking day, trying to fill a hole he can't identify. And yet at the end of it he did return to him, crawling on his hands and knees. He fucking needs him like oxygen, and he's been dying for this all fucking night. Wade moans for him, his hips twisting filthy and needy for his cock. ]
Hold me like that.
[ It's insane that Wade has to say it, but sometimes slow is fucking right and what he needs. Wade claws at the sheets, moaning up into the light nuzzle of Cable's as he yearns into his touch. ]
Fuck me slow and deep... paint my fucking insides, I want you so fucking bad!
[Honestly, Cable was about 50/50 on whether Wade would come find him. He's also 50/50 on whether he thinks it's a good thing that he sought him out instead of selecting another option to spend the night with.
The fact that he's even here in Cable's bed weighs heavy on his mind. He certainly doesn't mind that Wade has options, the fact that he does only seems to bother Cable when Wade picks him.
As if to muscle through those complicated thoughts, his metal hand runs up Wade's front to his neck. His hand squeezes, forcing Wade to tilt his head back so he can kiss him. Still squeezing.
His hips continue to move, moving just a little faster to match the intensity of the kiss.
And the kiss is intense, Cable's tongue plunges into Wade's mouth as if he's trying to taste what he had for dinner (Steve's dick). If he doesn't appreciate the fact, he doesn't show it. He hums into the kiss, with all the sweet sounds of a man absolutely losing his mind fighting strange feelings forming for an extremely strange man.]
[ Fun fact, Steve had his dick for dinner. Wade might be enjoying his best bottom life, but he's surprisingly toppy when he wants to be.
Wade makes a thrilled little sound at the hand on his throat, which turns into a hot, shivery moan as he realizes he's being pulled into the most deliciously intimate kiss. Wade gives Cable one of those searching glances into his eyes before they return to his mouth, then slide closed as he slides his tongue over Cable's.
This stops being just sex.
It starts being love and somewhere between when their mouths meet and his next breath, Wade realizes it and loses his fucking mind.
Wade gasps into his mouth and his insides clench, his hole squeezing as he bares back against him with a hungry twist of his hips, a hand petting up encouragingly up Cable's metal hand as he turns into that kiss, straining into it. Matching that intensity as if his body will do the talking for him, spelling it out for Cable the things he can't really say without making it a joke. ]
[It's definitely more than sex, even if Cable is telling himself it's sex. It's unnecessary sex and if they actually critically analysed it, he'd have to admit he's just fucking Wade now because he wants him and he needs no external motivation.
What happened earlier in the evening does, however, colour this differently. Cable's not trying to punish Wade for being with anyone else or for saying what he did. He is, subconsciously or not, trying to make sure he wedges himself right in Wade's brain with every kiss and every thrust.
After all, Wade came here. His brain won't stop rotating that thought around. That Wade shouldn't even be here with him and he definitely shouldn't be on top of Wade right now. It's strange how all the things Cable knows he shouldn't do feel right. Wade feels right.
Somewhere between the way Wade twists his hips and pets his hand, Cable absolutely loses his mind. He makes a pathetic sound into the kiss, a very urgent groan that he'd normally choke down. He bites at Wade's lips, applying more pressure to his neck as he thrusts deep into the other man. His hand drops to palm over Wade's lace covered cock, thrusting harder into him as it becomes difficult to control the pace of his movements.]
[ The intensity dazzles Wade, and when Cable's composure cracks, he clenches around him, squirming tight and urgently into that deep thrust. He trembles, his hands shaking as he skates it around on the sheets, a helpless keening sound through his nose, needy and desperate as he feels the cool metal tightening on his neck. It feels like control, like need and it's exactly the kind of grounding touch he needs right now.
Wade breaks apart under the biting kiss, pouring so much passion into Cable's mouth that it turns sloppy, a hand reaching up to grab him by his hair as he rides back against him and the moan he lets out is orgasmic loss of control. ]
Nate —
[ He gasps, yearning into him, cock making a fucking mess of delicate fabric, damp with pre-cum. He never calls him by his name, but he splinters as Cable fucks him stupid. ]
[The sparing use of his name makes it special every time Wade says it. It certainly feels like he's doing something right whenever he hears it, too.
Cable's thumb rubs hard circles on Wade's jaw, squeezing up until a point, releasing so he can breathe and starting again. His other hand slips into the leg of his outfit so he can grip him properly.
He pumps in time with his thrusts until even he can't control his thrusts. All that slow, grounded movement goes to shit when he decides he just wants to fuck Wade until he's nothing but a dearly beloved wet spot on the mattress.
Cable's hand slips from his throat, pushing Wade down by his shoulder and rocking his hips into him.]
Who are you?
[It's strangled and urgent, like Cable is vividly aware he doesn't have much play left in him before he's finishing.]
[ The hold on his throat keeps Wade nice and woozy, floating through what is now his most intense fuck to date. Keeps his groans needy, keeps him feeling good and molten on Cable's cock. His mouth tugs into a pleased smile for a brief moment because Cable dominates him like no one else can. Wade mourns the loss of his innocent days of not knowing Cable was utter perfection in the bedroom, because now the knowledge that he can and will check every sexy box for him is going to haunt him for the rest of his life.
Wade's eyelids flutter as he comes from being shoved into the mattress, and a lot of that chaos in his mind seems to take a back seat as Wade is reduced to submissive, slutty moans as Cable switches gears. Each of his breaths a hoarse and ragged sound of panicked pleasure as he strokes him through each thrust until they're mismatched and Wade's clawing at the sheets, his toes curling as he bucks involuntarily. ]
Your good boy! Oh!
[ Wade sobs out, coming hard and hot. He never really thinks of himself as the kind of guy who cries during sex, but it's when he can tell Cable's close, that he's got to be his good boy one more time and it's so overwhelming that Wade's eyes get wet. Wade smothering his face into the sheets as it greedily drinks in tears and the fucking mess he's made of Cable's hand, his lingerie and the bed. ]
[This has definitely gone beyond a flash in the pan hook-up, not that Cable is willing to acknowledge this.
It's not that he's not any more or less thorough with another partner (even if it's been a long time since he had more than his wife), but with Wade he always seems to know just what to do.
Is it because they have a deep, internal connection that makes them simpatico despite their differences? No, it's definitely just because they're both horny and anything feels good right now. That's all.
It shocks Cable to hear Wade sob, but it rings through him so pleasantly he's breathless for a moment. He presses his forehead against the back of Wade's neck.
At a loss for words, Cable lets out a series of low, soft groans as he gets closer to tipping over. His thick arms slide under Wade, winding around him tightly as if to offer some sort of reassurance through his mangled sobbing without actually acknowledging it.
The volume of Cable's groaning builds and he slides two fingers into his mouth, hungry to feel more of Wade as he loses his entire sense of self and sanity for one blisteringly hot moment.
He comes inside Wade. Again. Very raw, very vulnerable and very exciting. His forehead presses hard against Wade's neck and his hips roll deep, fingers dragging at Wade's bottom lip.]
Fuck.
[Murmured tiredly, through panting. Then he asks:]
[ Wade's never really thought of himself as a fingers-in-mouth kinda guy, but you wouldn't be able to tell with how he lets Cable feed him those digits like it's his cock, grateful and eager to fucking please. The moan that slips out of his mouth is filthy, dreamy, subspace-y.
Cable started slow, ended slow, and it's when Wade is shivering under his embrace, wet, exhausted, drenched in sweat, drunk on all kinds of delicious hormones, that he realizes his cheeks are wet. He makes a wrecked, moist sound, his voice cracking with emotion as he tries to pick up the pieces of his ruined dignity.
Wade shakes his head, in extreme denial, but his voice doesn't recover, and he makes a wet gasp, because admittedly this felt fucking amazing, and he doesn't want to distract from that. ]
'm just a little overwhelmed. [ Wade palms over his face, he just feels so fucking good. ] That was...
[ Wade is at a loss for words, he could feel the moment Cable gently finishes inside of him, loved it, felt him get so wet inside him while he was still twitching from his orgasm, and those sweet, sultry rolls of his hips that only serves to remind him he's there, he's fucked his cum into him and everything's just too much. ]
That was so fucking good!
[ A massive understatement, but Wade leans into him, one arm sliding over the metal one, the other reaching to hold Cable by the nape of his neck. ]
[Now that he's finished, Cable waits for that sobering moment of realisation to hit. When it's not forthcoming, he realises that perhaps he may be labouring under something a bit stronger than aphrodisiacs or the thrill of experimenting.
He finds he doesn't really want to pull away, allowing his flesh hand to very gently ghost down the back of Wade's arm to rest beside his hip.]
Yeah. [With surprising honesty:]
Yeah, it really was. [And then he repositions his head so his chin rests on Wade's shoulder, leaning in to the hand on his jaw and murmuring in a low, teasing voice.]
You don't have to cry about it. But I'm glad you came.
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Cable shifts to reposition himself, the metal arm transfers to Wade's middle and his fingers span over him as he holds him against his chest. His legs shift either side of Wade, flesh hand navigating and opening the lube, coating his fingers and rubbing his hole.]
I belong here.
[Cable's patented Simple Statements to Drive Wade Insane strike again. His finger teases him and pushes inside, slowly and evenly, feeling every muscle. He draws it in and out of Wade with painfully slow movements, working deeper each time he pushes.]
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Cable's not helping. He's Duplicity's perfect fucking carrot, and when dangled in front of him, Wade's just begging for a taste. The crack of the bottle of lubr being opened causes him to take in an unsteady breath as anticipation builds, a hand scooting under him to grasp the one bracing him up against his chest. ]
Oh fuck — [ Wade pants, dropping his face into the sheets with a muffled groan. One long drag in follows another and Wade writhes into it, with the sensation of his finger slowly breaching him, a shudder as he feels him inevitably inching his way in. It's so torturously slow that Wade makes a brief sob of frustration through an involuntary smile. Cable always makes him feel like he's not just melting from the heat of his arousal, but it's causing stress fractures on the inside. Wade splinters, endlessly needy, pushing back against his finger. ] Yeah, right there.
[ Cable belongs here too. ]
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It is impossible to imagine that hardly a week weeks ago he was throttling this man on a truck and now he's making him melt under him with a finger in his ass. Life is full of happy accidents, sometimes you just have to allow yourself to become intertwined with them. For the betterment of humanity, of course.
It is for Wade's betterment also that he has some training from Cable with regards to drawn out pleasure. If they're going to do this often (and that seems likely) Cable wants to play with his food more often. The sob of frustration? That means it's working.
Cable shifts to bite down on Wade's shoulder, harder than a playful nip this time. His finger curls in him and he presses him snugly against his body, so Wade can feel a nice, slow pulse from him.]
Do you want more?
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I can't get over how bad you want me.
[ Wade says, his voice a little shivery after feeling the need pressed between his cheeks, practically moaning through that stressed word. He's a greedy slut who loves to be edged despite having no refractory period to worry about, infamously mouthy too. He can't help but rise to the opportunity to be bratty. ]
You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.
[ Wade aims a needy smirk at him from over his bitten shoulder, giving his hips a filthy twist, like he's wagging his fucking tail, smothering Cable's cock against his stomach. ]
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You're a fucking moron.
[Affectionately.
Cable bites him again, curling and uncurling his finger firmer and just a little faster. His hand slides further down his front and ghosts over the outline of Wade's cock. A breath shudders out of Cable as Wade squirms against his cock, all he can do is imagine how good it will feel once he's inside Wade.]
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Ow, ow, ow, fuck! Mmm!
[ Wade makes a needy moan through his nose as he sinks back down against the mattress, because Cable knows just how to touch him that makes him light up. Just one finger in his ass and he can feel him petting his motherfucking prostate and even that whisper of a touch against the cock trapped — hard and huge between his thighs — feels like he could fall apart at any moment. Wade's toes start to curl against the mattress as he starts to tense up, coiling like a spring. ]
Oh fuck, oh fuck — [ Wade shudders under him, the firm curl of Cable's finger gently stroking him into one of those delicious anal orgasms that Wade loves, and he starts breathlessly repeating in a shivery voice: ] I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming...!
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Cable's arm lifts up around his waist again, gripping him tightly and pulling him closer as he cums.]
Good boy.
[The coolness of his response is concealing how utterly gripping it is for him to watch Wade go from sassy to writhing and whining with a few curls of his finger. Unsympathetic to how sensitive Wade is during his orgasm, Cable starts to press his second finger into his hole.]
I'm gonna make you want to get fucked by me so bad it makes you look stupid.
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Turning to look at him, he trembles through a giddy, half-drunk giggle. ]
You get me so fucking hot.
[ He says sincerely, grinning like the stupid idiot he is, because clearly the only answer to a threat like that is to heap praise at your dominant not-Dominant. Wade grunts as he twists his hips again, grinding against Cable even though it means enduring the hot pressure of that stretch. ]
I love the way you fuck me.
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He hums approvingly as Wade twists his hips over his fingers, continuining painfully slow come hither motions inside him and over his prostate.]
How do I fuck you?
[Look if Wade is going to try and praise-kink him, he's going to lean into it.
Cable's lips move to rest on Wade's temple, his freehand just idly stroking his front.]
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[ Wade moans the word, because even that torturously slow stimulation is making him feel drunk off that heady, delightful sensation. Wade isn't quite at the point of begging for his cock, but that could always change. Hell, they could be having breakfast and he'd throw it out there. The man is wildly unpredictable, and yet that's the point — Cable seems to know just how to keep him in line, how to make him pliable putty in his hand.
Unfortunately, when Wade runs his mouth, he says things a little too revealing, including what he says next. ]
It's the little things, you know? Like how you lean your head onto mine and it's like you've got this lovey-dovey side you just can't help.
[ Wade rocks his hips, writhing against Cable, the lacey lingerie shifting between their bodies as he relives their first, second and third moments and he slides his fingers through Cable's salt and pepper hair as he sighs into his kiss on his temple. ]
When you're so fucking tender it makes me fucking crazy.
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The tenderness, he supposes, plays into the control. It's a little about knowing what Wade wants and what will entice him and it's a lot about an unfortunate and genuine affection he has for the other man. Cable really hates to analyse that now, because that's an uncomfortable rabbit hole to wander into when he's two fingers deep in Wade's asshole.
Instead of verbally responding, he pushes his fingers into Wade. A little rougher this time. He hums, contemplative and cryptic. He smiles against Wade's face, where he can't see it.]
How many times in a row can you come?
[Cable asks. It's so vulgar, but it's with such a sincere curiousity that he asks.]
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No idea, [ Wade answers honestly, never really having bothered testing it more than a few times. ] but I'm fucking close...
[ Wade sucks in a harsh breath to match the roughness in those fingers plugging him up, a tremor rippling through him. He leans against that smile, his voice a little thready, weak with aroused potential. ]
I have a feeling we're gonna try like fuck to find out. [ A pause, a shudder, Wade's fingernails bite half-moons into Cable's hips. ] Go faster, I'm seriously gonna cum...
[ Nevermind, Wade seems to be getting off all on his own, just from the slow, torturous flick of his fingers and Wade is getting all worked up and bothered just from talking about his fucking feelings. Wade squeezes around his fingers hard and his legs curl up around Cable's, pressing his temple against him harder as he tenses up, wanting. ]
Please, please, please, please, please...
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[Cable says, saddened by the lack of raw data (nerd) but intrigued by the possibilities. Not tonight, he thinks. Tonight is a little raw for torturing Wade with orgasms. That needs forward planning.
Cable barely has time to react between Wade begging him to do something and already coming. What's interesting is that despite orgasming so much it must be exhausting, he reacts frantically like he's dying every time he orgasms.
And it's really cute.
Cable wraps his arm tightly around him again, thrusting his fingers faster as requested as Wade squirms through another orgasm. He moves his face to bury into the crook of Wade's neck and groaning, he's so hard it's nearly painful but he's enjoying this too much.
He contemplates a third finger but decides against it, concerned it will lead directly into fisting, which is also not the mood he wants to bring Wade into right now. Cable slides his fingers out and cups them over Wade's ass, squeezing.]
You did good. [He praises, moving his hand from Wade's ass to reposition his cock against Wade's hole and pressing the head in slowly. Everything is slow tonight.]
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Wade feels Cable's fingers rush into him just right and Wade's fingers slide into his salt and pepper hair as he writhes up against him, lighting up like fourth of fucking july. Wade's breathing hitches, high and panicky as he climbs into a new wave of pleasure that makes his eyelids flutter, and he melts into the groan Cable grumbles into his neck.
Wade suspects there's no such thing as heaven, just an after, but he feels like he's in it for just a moment. Especially when he feels the hot press of Cable's cock pushing into him. ]
Ungh, yeah, daddy — [ Wade moans, his voice unsteady in the aftershocks of another orgasm, feeling spoiled and handled. His back arches in a steep roll of his hips as he digs his knees into the mattress, grinding against Cable. ] Does it feel tight enough for you?
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Yeah, it's tight.
[Cable assures, with a slight hitch in his voice as Wade pinches around him.
Cable's hips roll easily into Wade. He's not fucking him erratically but letting each thrust have its moment with Wade.
Both of his arms move to wrap around Wade, keeping as much of him flush against his body as he can.]
I've been wanting to do this all night.
[Mumured into Wade's ear.]
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All night he's been holding Ed back, all night he's been riding the hot surface of Steve's tongue when he's not bouncing on his cock in the bathroom stall. All night he's been pressing his dental records into Hughie's skin, performing innumerable sins in a single fucking day, trying to fill a hole he can't identify. And yet at the end of it he did return to him, crawling on his hands and knees. He fucking needs him like oxygen, and he's been dying for this all fucking night. Wade moans for him, his hips twisting filthy and needy for his cock. ]
Hold me like that.
[ It's insane that Wade has to say it, but sometimes slow is fucking right and what he needs. Wade claws at the sheets, moaning up into the light nuzzle of Cable's as he yearns into his touch. ]
Fuck me slow and deep... paint my fucking insides, I want you so fucking bad!
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The fact that he's even here in Cable's bed weighs heavy on his mind. He certainly doesn't mind that Wade has options, the fact that he does only seems to bother Cable when Wade picks him.
As if to muscle through those complicated thoughts, his metal hand runs up Wade's front to his neck. His hand squeezes, forcing Wade to tilt his head back so he can kiss him. Still squeezing.
His hips continue to move, moving just a little faster to match the intensity of the kiss.
And the kiss is intense, Cable's tongue plunges into Wade's mouth as if he's trying to taste what he had for dinner (Steve's dick). If he doesn't appreciate the fact, he doesn't show it. He hums into the kiss, with all the sweet sounds of a man absolutely losing his mind fighting strange feelings forming for an extremely strange man.]
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Wade makes a thrilled little sound at the hand on his throat, which turns into a hot, shivery moan as he realizes he's being pulled into the most deliciously intimate kiss. Wade gives Cable one of those searching glances into his eyes before they return to his mouth, then slide closed as he slides his tongue over Cable's.
This stops being just sex.
It starts being love and somewhere between when their mouths meet and his next breath, Wade realizes it and loses his fucking mind.
Wade gasps into his mouth and his insides clench, his hole squeezing as he bares back against him with a hungry twist of his hips, a hand petting up encouragingly up Cable's metal hand as he turns into that kiss, straining into it. Matching that intensity as if his body will do the talking for him, spelling it out for Cable the things he can't really say without making it a joke. ]
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What happened earlier in the evening does, however, colour this differently. Cable's not trying to punish Wade for being with anyone else or for saying what he did. He is, subconsciously or not, trying to make sure he wedges himself right in Wade's brain with every kiss and every thrust.
After all, Wade came here. His brain won't stop rotating that thought around. That Wade shouldn't even be here with him and he definitely shouldn't be on top of Wade right now. It's strange how all the things Cable knows he shouldn't do feel right. Wade feels right.
Somewhere between the way Wade twists his hips and pets his hand, Cable absolutely loses his mind. He makes a pathetic sound into the kiss, a very urgent groan that he'd normally choke down. He bites at Wade's lips, applying more pressure to his neck as he thrusts deep into the other man. His hand drops to palm over Wade's lace covered cock, thrusting harder into him as it becomes difficult to control the pace of his movements.]
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Wade breaks apart under the biting kiss, pouring so much passion into Cable's mouth that it turns sloppy, a hand reaching up to grab him by his hair as he rides back against him and the moan he lets out is orgasmic loss of control. ]
Nate —
[ He gasps, yearning into him, cock making a fucking mess of delicate fabric, damp with pre-cum. He never calls him by his name, but he splinters as Cable fucks him stupid. ]
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Cable's thumb rubs hard circles on Wade's jaw, squeezing up until a point, releasing so he can breathe and starting again. His other hand slips into the leg of his outfit so he can grip him properly.
He pumps in time with his thrusts until even he can't control his thrusts. All that slow, grounded movement goes to shit when he decides he just wants to fuck Wade until he's nothing but a dearly beloved wet spot on the mattress.
Cable's hand slips from his throat, pushing Wade down by his shoulder and rocking his hips into him.]
Who are you?
[It's strangled and urgent, like Cable is vividly aware he doesn't have much play left in him before he's finishing.]
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Wade's eyelids flutter as he comes from being shoved into the mattress, and a lot of that chaos in his mind seems to take a back seat as Wade is reduced to submissive, slutty moans as Cable switches gears. Each of his breaths a hoarse and ragged sound of panicked pleasure as he strokes him through each thrust until they're mismatched and Wade's clawing at the sheets, his toes curling as he bucks involuntarily. ]
Your good boy! Oh!
[ Wade sobs out, coming hard and hot. He never really thinks of himself as the kind of guy who cries during sex, but it's when he can tell Cable's close, that he's got to be his good boy one more time and it's so overwhelming that Wade's eyes get wet. Wade smothering his face into the sheets as it greedily drinks in tears and the fucking mess he's made of Cable's hand, his lingerie and the bed. ]
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It's not that he's not any more or less thorough with another partner (even if it's been a long time since he had more than his wife), but with Wade he always seems to know just what to do.
Is it because they have a deep, internal connection that makes them simpatico despite their differences? No, it's definitely just because they're both horny and anything feels good right now. That's all.
It shocks Cable to hear Wade sob, but it rings through him so pleasantly he's breathless for a moment. He presses his forehead against the back of Wade's neck.
At a loss for words, Cable lets out a series of low, soft groans as he gets closer to tipping over. His thick arms slide under Wade, winding around him tightly as if to offer some sort of reassurance through his mangled sobbing without actually acknowledging it.
The volume of Cable's groaning builds and he slides two fingers into his mouth, hungry to feel more of Wade as he loses his entire sense of self and sanity for one blisteringly hot moment.
He comes inside Wade. Again. Very raw, very vulnerable and very exciting. His forehead presses hard against Wade's neck and his hips roll deep, fingers dragging at Wade's bottom lip.]
Fuck.
[Murmured tiredly, through panting. Then he asks:]
Are you crying?
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Cable started slow, ended slow, and it's when Wade is shivering under his embrace, wet, exhausted, drenched in sweat, drunk on all kinds of delicious hormones, that he realizes his cheeks are wet. He makes a wrecked, moist sound, his voice cracking with emotion as he tries to pick up the pieces of his ruined dignity.
Wade shakes his head, in extreme denial, but his voice doesn't recover, and he makes a wet gasp, because admittedly this felt fucking amazing, and he doesn't want to distract from that. ]
'm just a little overwhelmed. [ Wade palms over his face, he just feels so fucking good. ] That was...
[ Wade is at a loss for words, he could feel the moment Cable gently finishes inside of him, loved it, felt him get so wet inside him while he was still twitching from his orgasm, and those sweet, sultry rolls of his hips that only serves to remind him he's there, he's fucked his cum into him and everything's just too much. ]
That was so fucking good!
[ A massive understatement, but Wade leans into him, one arm sliding over the metal one, the other reaching to hold Cable by the nape of his neck. ]
I'm fine, I'm fine.
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He finds he doesn't really want to pull away, allowing his flesh hand to very gently ghost down the back of Wade's arm to rest beside his hip.]
Yeah. [With surprising honesty:]
Yeah, it really was. [And then he repositions his head so his chin rests on Wade's shoulder, leaning in to the hand on his jaw and murmuring in a low, teasing voice.]
You don't have to cry about it. But I'm glad you came.
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EVERY TIME HE COMPARES SIMILARITIES WADE HAS WITH HIS WIFE I DIE
Be prepared to die a lot
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this icon is rude af
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hangover personified
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