( this is about as normal as anything has really been for him. he still hates it here - still hates that this place expects certain things of him that he doesn’t agree with. but this right here, even if it’s still giving in to what they want, it’s also something he wants to himself - what he craves to have in his life. moments like these. not entirely sexual just… normal. or as normal as it can get for a mutant from a dystopian world now gone. intimacy, closeness, moments that make his heart race in ways that aren’t from fear or panic. funny how someone as chaotic as wade is capable of giving him something so normal.
he tips his head back, letting the other’s lips press against the corner of his mouth, his chin, eyes shut and just feeling how this all is. blinking his eyes open, he smiles, hand slipping away from wade’s neck. )
Something else is a little hard, too.
( ducking his head some, he watches the way the tips of his fingers trail down the other's chest and torso, lifting that blue-eyed gaze up to him with a certain sort of coyness about them. )
gently slaps a nsfw ig
he tips his head back, letting the other’s lips press against the corner of his mouth, his chin, eyes shut and just feeling how this all is. blinking his eyes open, he smiles, hand slipping away from wade’s neck. )
Something else is a little hard, too.
( ducking his head some, he watches the way the tips of his fingers trail down the other's chest and torso, lifting that blue-eyed gaze up to him with a certain sort of coyness about them. )
Do you want me to?