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The rings are admittedly simple — Wade won’t lie, not a single diamond in sight on either ring (diamonds? In this economy?) — but he’s beyond fucking thrilled when he picks them up, practically skipping into the apartment, calling out to Logan.
“Angel baby! Rings are in!” The little boxes are clutched close in his hand inside his hoodie pocket, not having let them go once since the jeweler gave them to him. The finishing touches are coming together; the wedding being a week away, and Wade’s been one big ball of excitement, growing larger and larger every day that passes.
Logan stumbles out of their bedroom with Puppins at his heels, bleary eyed and sleep rumpled from napping. He scrubs a fist over his eyes like a little kid, yawning wide. “What'd’ya say?” He mumbles.
Wade bounces over to him, meeting him halfway, “hi, sweetheart, were you sleepin’?” He lowers his voice but not his joy, kissing Logan’s scratchy cheek and slotting his hands around his waist, silently appreciating the softness to it. “I picked up our rings. Do you wanna open them?”
“Fuck yeah,” Logan grins, purr rumbling. He leads Wade to the kitchen table, clearing it off quickly before they sit down.
“Wanna see yours or mine first, baby?” Wade asks, setting both boxes in between them. Though, he already has a feeling he knows how Logan will answer, sliding the ring box over.
“Yours.”
Called it.
Wade’s ring is gold, matching the tag on Logan’s collar, and the flecks in his hazel eyes. It’s a flat court style, brushed-matte with an engraved scene of the Rocky Mountains, for his perfect Canadian honey badger husband. It wasn’t what he’d planned on getting, but after Logan picked his own out, Wade knew exactly what he wanted, too.
Logan inspects it carefully, holding it up to the light and turning it over in his palm; he just needs one of those monocles and he’d look like an antique appraiser, Wade thinks, giggling quietly. But he’s doing the same to Logan’s ring, running his fingertips over the smooth surface of it lovingly.
The ring Logan picked for himself is a flat court, too, though it’s thinner than Wade’s so he can wear it a bit higher toward his middle knuckle and out of the way of his claws. It’s a plain, rose gold band that Wade couldn’t figure out why he picked it, pointing out that it was pink and not really Logan’s style. Not that there was anything wrong with pink, but Logan wasn’t exactly the biggest fan of the color, Wade didn’t think.
Until Logan had gone bright red at the comment, mumbling under his breath and scratching the back of his neck. He eyed the jeweler out of the corner of his peripheral, who was pretending to not watch them look at the selection, giving them some modicum of space in the small shop.
“What was that, sweetheart?” Wade asked him, rubbing a hand down Logan’s arm to circle his wrist with light fingers.
“I said the pink reminds me of you— of your skin,” he answered, only a little louder, but Wade heard him, breath catching in his throat as tears sprung to his eyes. He looked at the ring again, taking it in and comparing it to his own skin, finding that Logan was right. Wade’s skin and scars were often a little bit pink, constantly freshly healing and tender. Logan kissed his speechless cheek, setting the ring aside, certain he wanted to buy that one. Wade had spent the next half hour designing the perfect ring to match — one that reminded him of Logan, all his wildness and warmth embedded into the details.
They’re just as perfect as they were in the shop, passing them back and forth to compare and wonder at. Wade slips his on immediately, half regretting it knowing he has to take it off and won’t want to, ever. Peter’s in charge of the rings for the ceremony to soften the blow of Vanessa being Wade’s best man; he got to help plan Wade’s bachelor party, too.
“Pretty,” Logan grunts, still sleepy but gazing at Wade’s hand with a soft look. He reaches for him, holding Wade’s hand in his to bring his knuckles up to his lips, pressing a small kiss over the ring. Wade giggles, light headed in love and half tickling from Logan’s beard.
“You’re pretty,” he sighs.
“Flatterer.”
“Truth teller! I’m just calling it like I see it, peanut. Does yours fit, too? Put it on!” Wade says.
Logan shrugs, grabbing his ring only for Wade to gasp and take it from him excitedly.
“No, wait! Let me do it!” It’s his turn to hold Logan’s hand now, cradling his wide palm to slip the ring on, polished pink catching the light. “It’s perfect, sweetheart.”
Logan makes a fist a couple times, wiggling his fingers to feel the band slide against his fingers, spinning it with his thumb underhanded.
“I like it,” he nods, small smile tugging his lips.
“I like you,” Wade says, the same dreamy tone and Logan laughs at him.
“Are you gonna do that every time I compliment the rings?” He snorts, shaking his head, fond and amused.
“Nah, I’m done. Joke’s run its course,” packing his ring back up in its box, Wade blows it a kiss with a promise to see it soon. Logan hands his over, too. Safe and sound in its box. “We’ve got a little bit of time before I’m being whisked away tonight, what do you wanna get up to, Lo?”
Vanessa, Peter, Ellie, and Dopinder are coming to pick him up for his bachelor party — and he doesn’t know much else. Not a clue where they’re going or what they’re doing. Apparently Logan doesn’t, either. Vanessa and Peter had been tight lipped about the whole ordeal.
Hank, Yukio, and Laura were planning something for Logan at the apartment during the same time. When the topic of parties had come up, Logan had gotten nervous, dreading the idea of a strip club or bar, but Wade assured him that he’d pre-approved Laura’s plan and he had nothing to worry about. The four of them at home were just going to hangout with Logan’s favorite takeout and drinks.
Logan takes a second, considering his answer before shrugging, “uh, whatever ya want. Don’t you need to get ready or somethin’?”
“Mm, I could start doing that, yeah. You wanna help?”
—
Logan “helps” by oohing and aahing over Wade’s various outfit choices, squirming where he sits on the edge of their bed in front of the closet, getting harder and harder at each provocative outfit Wade tries on. It’s a power trip, Wade can’t lie, witnessing Logan so painfully earnest and sweet in his adoration of Wade’s body.
He whines, high and sharp, when Wade bends over in one of his skirts, testing to see if his ass will show or not as he does. Wade straightens up to catch him palming himself through his sweats, face flushed and eyes dazed.
“No touching, puppy,” Wade tutts at him, teasing and Logan’s hands fly off instantly, tucking them under his thighs to sit on them so he’s not tempted anymore. “Good boy.”
Wade decides against the skirt, settling instead for a tight mesh crop top and baggier black jeans with a chunky belt and boots. He hasn’t had the opportunity to go out in so long, erring on the side of comfortability rather than anything extreme just yet. Settling at the kitchen table, he tries to put on some make up, struggling a little from being out of practice and the way Logan’s distracting him between his spread legs.
“Think we could get a vanity in the new house, too, baby?” Wade asks him, knowing he can’t answer with his mouth full. Logan had dropped to his knees as soon as Wade sat down with his stuff, puppy eyes wide and wet and begging to suck him off or at least warm him while he did his makeup.
He tries to answer, anyway, humming around Wade’s cock and squeezing his knee — twice for yes, just like Wade taught him.
“Bet you could build one for me, couldn’t you?” Two more squeezes and an excited whine. Wade laughs lightly at him, warm and affectionate, and slides his calf in between Logan’s knees, pressing the toe of his boot up against his erection.
Logan startles, gasping before he calms back down, Wade shushing him gently. “Sh, puppy, just me, you’re okay. You wanna get off? You’re being so good for me, my perfect boy.” He nudges Logan again, giving him the opportunity to get off on his leg, humping his boot like the puppy Wade says he is.
Whining again, Logan shifts his hips, sucking Wade’s cock in time with the movement, getting them both off.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Good boy,” Wade praises, lining his lips in red in the little ring light mirror he set up. He pushes Logan’s head down further when he gets closer, bucking lightly into his mouth. Logan makes sure Wade comes first, bobbing his head to fuck his cock into his throat, swallowing everything when he spills in his mouth with a low, ragged moan.
Wade drags his hand through his hair, petting him and pulling him off, “your turn, angel baby, make a mess of yourself for me.”
Logan starts to move his hips eagerly, rutting against the leather of Wade’s boot shamelessly. There’s no need for shame, not when he’s Wade’s perfect puppy, being so good. He cries out when he comes, ruining his sweats, panting against Wade’s knee.
His ears ring with the force of his orgasm, but he hears Wade’s voice clearly, “Beautiful, baby, so pretty.”
Wade tucks himself back into his pants, helping Logan out from under the table and guiding him into the bathroom. He helps him strip, runs the water for his shower and apologizes that he can’t do more for him, but he’d taken a little longer choosing an outfit than he’d planned on and Vanessa was on her way to get him, waiting for everyone outside the apartment as the meeting spot.
“M’good, go have fun tonight. Hank’ll be coming around soon with Laura and Yukio,” Logan mumbles, head hanging out of the shower curtain. His cheeks are bright pink and so cute, Wade almost wants to call the whole night off just to stay home with him. Things have been so fucking perfect lately.
Wade kisses his soft mouth, pulls back just to duck forward and do it again, twice more. “Are you sure? I love you, if you need me—”
“M’sure, Wade, baby, I promise. I love you, too. Now, go, you don’t wanna piss Vanessa off.”
He leaves Logan with one more sweet kiss, sweeping his thumb across his cheek, before almost forcing himself out of the apartment.
—
The club is obnoxiously loud and crowded, glitter on every single sticky surface. Vanessa got them in on a favor from when she danced, setting up a slightly more private section in the back. Wade wants to have fun, but he can’t help but feel like this is a party for someone else, someone he used to be, but isn’t anymore. But everyone’s excited for him, cheering and ordering drinks already so he joins in, plasters a smile on his face that about halfway through the night stops being forced and ends up an easygoing, natural one. The drinks are strong and the dancers are pretty; Vanessa got him a mixed group, beautiful women and a handful of fit guys — one of them is built a little bit like Logan, a fact that Peter loudly points out, hanging off Wade’s arm to shout into his ear over the music.
Even Ellie breaks a smile, telling Wade about how excited Yukio was to be invited to Logan’s half of the party tonight.
There’s one, tiny moment of tension when one of the dancers pulls Vanessa aside to impolitely ask what’s wrong with Wade.
“Is he like, dying or something?” The guy asks, looking at Wade with deep pity. Wade pretends he doesn’t notice, downing his drink and nudging Dopinder to hand him another.
“No, I fucking told you, he’s getting married next week,” Vanessa snaps back, glaring.
“Yeah, but is it like a pity wedding or for real? I mean he looks two seconds away from keeling over, or that he’s already passed on.”
It’s at that moment that Peter reappears with another round, overhearing the last of the conversation and promptly dropping the tray of drinks onto the table with a thunk and getting in the guy’s face, defending Wade.
Wade ends up pulling him back by his shirt, walking them both out of the club to cool off.
“Are you fucking insane?” He asks Peter, laughing in disbelief.
Peter lights a cigarette, puffing smoke around their heads, “it’s just not right. Saying shit like that about someone you don’t know anything about.” He passes it to Wade halfway through, grimacing at the feeling in his mouth. He only started carrying them around when he met Wade, never actually got into the habit of smoking them unless they were having a heart to heart after work or outside some shitty restaurant.
“My knight in shining khakis,” Wade calls him, finishing the cigarette and snuffing it out under his boot. “Alright, let’s get the rest of the crew, I’m hungry.”
—
It’s quiet when Wade and Ellie get back to the apartment around 2 a.m., greeted by the sight of a blue furry mountain sleeping on the couch in the living room. Hank’s shoulders rise and fall steadily under a thin blanket. They bid each other goodnight, Ellie knocking on Laura’s door to join her and Yukio in their sleepover fun.
Wade pads quietly into the bathroom, stripping and showering quickly, eager to climb into bed with Logan but knowing he’d catch hell if he smelled like the club when he did. He scrubs himself down with Logan’s soap, going so far as to snag his towel to use, too, wrapping himself up in his scent.
The bedroom is dark and cool when he enters it, locking the door behind himself, the soft sound of Logan snuffling his pillow nearly drowned out by the sound of the AC. Wade fumbles for a pair of underwear in the dark, tiptoeing to bed on silent feet once he’s dressed. His ass has barely settled onto the mattress before he’s got a lap full of sleepy Logan, rumbling and crawling over to sit on Wade’s thighs, cuddling against his chest immediately.
“You smell good,” he mumbles, face pressed against Wade’s neck. “Did you have fun tonight?”
Wade chuckles softly at him, running his hands down the endless expanse of Logan’s back, skin soft and perfect, unblemished. “I did, baby. Missed you, though.” And he did; it was fun tonight, but a not-small part of him kind of just kept wanting to go home, and it might’ve been just because Logan wasn’t around, but he can’t say for sure. Doesn’t really care either way.
And then Logan’s kissing him all over and he stops thinking about it, closing his eyes and pressing into his lips and teeth. He maps over his collarbone, trailing his mouth down to the larger scar on Wade’s chest, lingering.
“What did you get up to tonight, Lo?”
“Mm,” he nuzzles under Wade’s jaw, thinking. “Not much. Talked about you a lot.”
Wade can feel his smirk against his skin, digs his fingertips into Logan’s ribs lightly in retaliation, “you did not .”
Logan squirms with a small gasp at the tickling sensation, popping his head up, indignant, “I did! Set some rumors straight that were going around the Mansion about us.”
“Oh, baby…”
He doesn’t sound upset, or look it, either, leaning into Wade’s space to kiss his cheeks now, lips warm and a little chapped, but Wade can’t help but frown, cupping Logan’s chin to check him over as if the evidence would be written on him. He’s going through the motions he always does when Wade’s away for longer than a moment or two, letting Wade know he missed him with every burst of affection.
“Used to it,” Logan says gently. And it makes it a little worse, that he’s accepting, accustomed to the idea that wherever he goes, rumors and speculation will follow. Wade thinks it shouldn’t be like that, not here, in Logan’s second chance home. “It was just Yukio, she had some questions — harmless stuff, and Laura, too. It was a little silly how much she just never got around to asking about.”
Wade kisses his nose, sparking a rumbling purr in Logan’s chest and an excited wiggle of his hips. “Mm, and what 2 cents did our lovely Dr. McCoy throw in while you were dispelling Mansion rumors, huh? Did he help defend my honor, or should we rethink allowing him to lead the ceremony?”
“He did. Well, some of them were pretty funny and we debated telling Yukio to keep them going, but we didn’t.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, but isn’t this stuff supposed to be secret? Aren’t you not supposed to know what we did? Thought that was tradition,” Logan’s brow pinches adorably. He’s been hellbent on tradition, doing things the ‘right’ way for Wade in his quest to make the wedding and their marriage the best he can, as soon as possible, from the beginning. He has some complex about ‘making it up to’ Wade that he’s marrying Logan, and Wade hasn’t been successful yet in dissuading him of the notion.
“Can be our little secret, Lo,” Wade teases, returning to rubbing over Logan’s back, making his eyes droop. “I really didn’t mean to wake you up when I came in.”
“Was half awake already, Hank snores. But just once in a while. Enough to prevent me from sleeping all the way.”
As if on cue, an obnoxiously loud, lone snore sounds from the living room followed by giggling from Laura’s room and then silence again.
“He only snores one time?” Wade gapes. “How didn’t I notice that last time?”
Logan shudders, “it’s freaky.”
Wade laughs quietly, shuffling his ass down the bed to lie down with Logan on his chest, he cups his hand over his ear, hoping to muffle some of the noise. Logan relaxes measurably, melting against him, comfortable and ready to sleep wholly now that his mate is back home. He’s down for the count seemingly between one breath and the next, a fact that never fails to make Wade amused, that he can just drop into a deep sleep in two seconds.
—
Wade’s late night escapades have him sleeping in the next morning, dozing peacefully cuddled up with Logan well into the morning. He wakes slowly, stretching as much as he can under the added weight, rousing his honey badger in the process, who growls unhappily until Wade coos at him.
“Oh, you’re so fierce this morning, aren’t you? Just vicious.”
Logan nods into his chest, agreeing. He goes soft, though, as Wade strokes his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp.
“I had a dream about you,” Wade whispers, waking Logan up the rest of the way instantly, he climbs over top of Wade, hovering above him with his arms fully extended. Their legs tangle, hips pressing together.
Logan groans low, “must’ve been a good dream.” He rolls his hips into Wade’s, rocking their erections together.
“Mm, it was. But we’ve got company, angel baby, and you don’t know how to be quiet.”
The comment earns him a bite to the shoulder, fangs digging into him. It’s not a lie, though, Logan’s incapable of keeping his noises to himself when Wade takes care of him.
“I could be quiet. Please?” He begs, licking at the fading bite mark.
Wade drags his nails down Logan’s back, groping his ass when he reaches it, drawing a stifled whine from his throat. He tries to cover it, gritting his teeth but it’s no use, Wade hears him and grins.
“I don’t think so, sweetheart. But you’re cute for trying.”
“Give me one more try,” Logan frowns, then yelps as Wade rolls them, pinning Logan down. He arches into the touch, pressing their chests together and moaning when Wade licks a hot stripe up his neck to nibble the soft spot behind his ear. Wade cups his hand over Logan’s mouth in anticipation of it, cutting the sound off before it can travel.
“Two strikes, peanut. Do you wanna go for three?”
Logan knocks his knee into Wade’s side, rolling his eyes above Wade’s hand on his mouth.
“No,” he grumbles when Wade frees him, sitting up. “Whatever.”
Wade grabs his chin, tipping his face up to meet his, speaking against Logan’s lips, “don’t be a sore loser, puppy. If you’re good for me until our guests leave, we can play again.” He kisses Logan sweetly, “and maybe this time, I’ll let you win.”
Lashes fluttering, Logan pouts, but can’t fight the heat that courses through him at the thought.
Wade arches a brow, “yeah?”
“Yeah.”
—
Breakfast is a sweet affair, Laura shows off her French toast making skills with Yukio serving as sous chef.
Ellie and Wade recount a bit of last nights’ events, watching gleefully as Hank’s furry brow raises higher and higher and higher at each word. Every mumbled, “oh, my stars and garters” serving to spur Wade’s giddiness further. They both conveniently leave out the Incident™️, shooting a conspiring look to each other over the rims of their mugs while Hank and Logan aren’t paying attention. Logan helps deliver plates to the table, letting Yukio start eating the first one since she helped cook.
“These get better and better every time you make them, Laura,” Logan compliments her, wiping powdered sugar from her face with a gentle touch and grinning his nose-wrinkling, fang-poking grin, mirrored in his daughter’s glowing face. She bounces on the balls of her feet, diving into his arms for a hug, chuffing quietly.
Wade’s heart thumps in his chest at the sound, wild and sweet and all Wolverine.
“You mean it?” She asks, looking ready to claw Logan up if he’s mocking her.
“I mean it!” He swears, crossing his fingers over his heart. She hugs his arm, rubbing her cheek against the sleeve of his shirt, believing him. She lets him go to dig into her own pile of sweet bread, purring at having provided for her friends.
The girls form their own little world while they eat, chatting about training and school gossip; Yukio and Laura filling Ellie in on their new knowledge, fit to dispel a certain someone’s misconceptions at the Mansion.
Hank dodges questions about Charles and Erik, stealing Wade’s attention from them with a vague wave of his fork and a cagey suggestion that he has something for Laura and Logan to check out the next time they’re over there.
“I’m not attempting to be rude to you in your own home, Wade, I assure you. It’s just that this would really be rather more specific to those two, though I’m sure with their permission you’d be more than welcome to join,” Hank supplies delicately, already anticipating Wade’s hurt feelings.
“Way to be mysterious as all fuck, Hank,” Wade says, totally not offended, not even a little bit. But he makes Logan laugh and that’s worth it, leaning in for a peck on the cheek.
Hank and the girls leave soon after finishing breakfast, lots of hugs and see you soon’s. Laura hugs Wade extra long since she didn’t get to see him all that much this visit, purring quietly when he tucks his chin on top of her head.
“Bye, papa, I’ll see you in a few days,” she mumbles, cheek pressed against his chest. He squeezes her tight before letting go.
“It’ll be so quick, you won’t even get the chance to miss me,” he promises. Laura hasn’t had the time in weeks now to stay over on the weekend like she can when school is in session; the summer training program for potential future X-Men is more rigorous and demanding. She’s had to stay at the mansion all summer so far, with little downtime to herself. And even when she does have the time, she’s a little too tired to make the trip.
She leaves them both with a small wave, wrapped up in one of Logan’s flannel’s, swimming in the soft fabric, and what Wade suspects is his own, ancient pair of cutoff jean shorts.
Logan whines when the door closes, quiet and sad in his throat.
“I miss her.”
“I know, baby, I do, too.”
“She— she told me she thinks she wants to try being Wolverine last night,” Logan struggles to get out, grabbing onto Wade for comfort. “I just froze and I think it upset her, but then I told her she could do anything she wants, be anything she wants.”
Wade sucks a sharp breath through his teeth, whistling in the air between them.
“But I’m— I don’t think— it’s not something you try , Wade, you know? It’s—,” he cuts off with another mournful whine. “It’s not an easy in and out profession. I mean, fuck.”
“Who’s recruiting?” Wade demands, “who’s asking her these kinds of things already? She hasn’t even passed her tests yet. She has one more year of actual schooling, too.”
Logan shakes his head, “I didn’t ask, didn’t think I could handle the answer without you here.”
“We’ll figure it out, Lo. She’ll figure it out. She’s so strong, just like you.”
—
Cleaning up the aftermath of Logan’s party is quick, too. Taking out the trash and running the vacuum takes care of most of it — really, they hadn’t done much but sit and talk and eat, something that made Logan incredibly happy. Witnessing Laura and Hank bonding was nice, the two of them playfully arguing about the logistics of gummy worms. Hank believing that the non-sour ones were better since they were more realistic and Laura vehemently disagreeing.
Wade comes back from walking Mary after her lunch and flops onto the couch gracelessly.
“You getting cold feet, yet, angel baby?”
Logan snorts, emerging from the kitchen to cuddle up to him. “Not a chance,” he growls. “You’re stuck with me. Mine . M’not going anywhere.”
He rumbles when Wade pets his hair, “just checkin’, sweetheart.” Pushing into Wade’s hands, Logan nips at his wrists, pressing his lips to thin, delicate skin. “You wanna pick up where we left off?”
He wiggles his brow at Logan, pinching his cheek just because he can, still in awe about just how much shit he gets away with when it comes to him.
Logan’s eyes burn with heat, growing dark, he takes Wade’s wrist in his hand, mouthing up to his elbow to nuzzle the sensitive patch just under the bend of it.
“I just can’t get enough of you, sweetheart,” Wade gazes at him softly, cutting through the heat with sweetness. It’s the same sentiment Logan finds himself thinking time and time again.
His puppy whines, needy and eager. He grabs Wade’s hand and pulls him into their room. Wade goes easily, letting Logan lead him, until Logan stops, shy suddenly. His cheeks redden and he won’t quite meet Wade’s eye.
Wade lets him be, shucking his shirt and pants to sit on their bed in his boxers, waiting Logan out.
“I— um,” he starts, scratching the back of his neck. “I know nobody’s… there isn’t anyone around, but—”
“Yeah, Lo?” Wade practically fucking simpers at him.
“I want you to make me be quiet like there was, though,” Logan admits. “Make me quiet while I take it. Like we talked about this morning.”
Wade’s stomach flips, he was already planning on doing that, but having Logan ask for it outright beforehand — oh, Wade’s in heaven. He’s been doing that more and more lately, after Wade proved he was serious, passed his puppy’s bratty test and handled him the way he needed.
“You’re so gorgeous asking like that, sweetheart,” Wade coos, beckoning him close.
Logan collapses on top of him, knowing Wade loves the weight of him, relishes the impact. He crushes their mouths together, too, kissing and biting at Wade in a bruising union.
“Easy, pup,” Wade brings his hands up to grope his ass, kneading the plush flesh and making Logan moan. He freezes in Wade’s hold, going still.
Wade puts his mouth against Logan’s ear, lips brushing teasingly, “shh, sweetheart. What did I tell you? Have to be quiet.”
Logan nods like a good boy, breathing hard in his excitement.
“I think,” Wade says, playing it up and loving every second of it, “I think you’re going to need some help with that, aren’t you, puppy?”
Whining, Logan nods again, agreeing to anything Wade wants, knowing he’ll like it. He climbs off Wade to gather the lube and his collar, shoving both into Wade’s hands eagerly. He bares his neck for Wade, sighing contentedly when the soft leather meets his skin. His engagement tag gleams in the light of their bedroom when Wade runs the pad of his thumb over the lettering.
Wade strips him slowly, unwrapping Logan like a present, unhurried, already knowing that what’s inside is worth savoring. Logan’s limp, pliable under Wade’s hands like nothing else matters but the moment they’re about to share.
The few months since Logan started his medication have been kind to him, providing him with a healthy fluffy layer, hydrated and perfect — even better than he’d been before the X-Men crashed into their apartment. He’s still all muscle but Wade can nibble and pinch and bite his new plush layer on top of it. Worship Logan’s hard work with his mouth.
He pins Logan’s hips to the bed gently once he’s naked, sucking a hickey into his lower belly that fades too soon, even as Wade licks over it, wishing it would stay for just once. Logan whimpers, forgetting himself, until Wade presses three fingers against his lips, pushing past them to muffle his noises.
Logan accepts Wade’s fingers easily, sucking them softly with a quiet, stifled moan. Wade climbs up his body to kiss his cheek.
“Are you going to be good for me, sweetheart? Stay quiet like a good puppy?” He nuzzles Logan’s cheek with his nose.
His puppy’s a mess already, bucking his hips and rutting the air, leaking cock bobbing against his stomach. Wade maneuvers himself so he can finger Logan open while still letting him keep his fingers in his mouth, kneeling by his side and asking Logan to hike his knee up.
Logan keens, drools around Wade’s fingers as he preps him, rocking against the intrusion; he makes quick work of opening him up, sliding his cock into his eager hole with a slow, measured thrust. Wade buries his own groan into Logan’s neck, mouth pressing just below his collar, panting hot and wet against heated, pink skin.
He takes what Wade gives him beautifully, soft and sweet like always, responsive and eager for more every time. He slips up a few times, moaning and whimpering around Wade’s fingers, getting loud on accident — eyes blowing wide before growing half-lidded when Wade presses down on his tongue or cups his palm over his mouth completely. Mumbling and shushing him down, “shh, peanut, you don’t want anyone to hear, do you?” And it’s almost silly because Wade knows Logan’s never been particularly shy in front of certain offenders, but that’s half the thrill of their little game right now, imagining that they cared if they were heard.
Tears prick Logan’s eyes as he gets close, sliding down his face silently as he chokes on Wade’s fingers.
Wade talks him through it, whispering sweet nothings in his ear until he’s begging to come quietly. Wade moves his free hand to his throat, light pressure grabbing the ring of his collar and cutting his noises off into a choked gasp. It’s enough of a rush to set him off, Logan nearly seizes when he comes, muscles locking up and clenching around Wade’s cock like a vice.
But he’s so quiet just like Wade told him to be, even when he comes inside him, filling him up the way he loves, Logan just sucks harder on his fingers, muffling his own noises.
Wade does no such thing himself, moaning like a whore into Logan’s ear, fucking them both through the aftershocks with brutal slams of his hips that leave Logan more breathless than the tug on his collar had. He whines steadily when Wade pulls his fingers from his mouth, chases after them when they’re gone. Wade pulls him close, slips out of him to cuddle Logan up under his chin, soothing his whines and cries.
“Good boy, you did so well for me, puppy. Fuck, you’re perfect, so pretty like that,” Wade kisses over his face, drying his tears with his lips. He knows Logan’s okay, just overwhelmed with feeling so good.
He takes his time now, like he couldn’t before, to bring Logan back to himself, running his hands up and down his back, light touches of sweet sensation, keeping up his litany of praises and pet names and all the rest of Logan’s favorite things. He dropped down farther than Wade thought at first, slipping more into his puppy space than he would’ve guessed, but it’s nothing Wade can’t handle, or doesn’t love every second of.
Words are a little beyond Logan’s reach right now, but he nods or shakes his head easily when Wade asks questions. He leaves him in their bed for only a few moments, grabbing water and easy snacks for his pretty puppy. Logan whines happily at his return, letting Wade take care of him properly.
Wade settles in, holding Logan’s hand in his, pressing a kiss to his soon to be no longer empty ring finger and just basks in the afterglow.