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Oh, good God.

I don't remember round 1, either. This was not an exchange I intended.

Oh.

[To say he's disappointed is an understatement.]

So is that a no on the nekkid wrestling?

Edited (words. i know how to use them... maybe) 2022-02-16 23:18 (UTC)

No.

[ There's a pause, and then the messages continue. ]

I mean, I don't know. This is some trick of the city's.
They may carry some form of compulsion, I'm told.

[ Another pause. ]

Oh, God. I'm honestly entertaining this.

Wait. You are???

[Wade had figured he'd just have to jerk off alone in his bathroom. But that Kurt's actually thinking about it... man, sometimes he did kind of like this place. Aside from the parts that sucked, anyway.]

Maybe, I could meet you somewhere? Y/N?

Yes, I suppose so.

Outside of Patch's Gym in the Down? I'll pick you up.

Good thinking. The perfect place for a wrastle!
See you soon!

[ It's not actually the gym proper that Kurt's aiming for. The business is the an easy landmark, though, and an easy jump to where he's decided they ought to carry on. (That fact that such a decision has been made... Oof. He'll fuss with it later, if need be.)

Kurt picks a high vantage point on the gym, and moves right away once he spots the other man. It's a situation in which teleportation is useful, surely, and Kurt's execution is smooth and well-practiced. He appears beside Deadpool in a burst of smoke and noise, grabbing him before vanishing again, and the pair ultimately manifests in a largely empty warehouse space, the closed-off back half of the building that also houses the gym.

There are numerous contraptions--bars, trapeze swings, rings--suspended from the ceiling, and the floor beneath them is covered with thin, sturdy mats. Kurt both forcefully pushes Wade's shoulder and pulls his feet out from under with his tail, aiming to send him tumbling to said mats. ]

Welcome. You're well today, I hope.

[Wade is a tumble of legs and arms as Kurt expertly catches him off balance. Although it's not so hard as he's never been teleported before and so that alone is taking him for a loop. ~~Nevermind Wolverine Origins and will.i.am and Baraka-pool. That movie must never be spoken of.~~

Sputtering and butt bouncing a few times on the mat as he slows, he looks up at Kurt with a positively shit-eating grin.] Better now that you just bamfed me. I've never gotten bamfed before! [And he's already tearing off his shirt from his spot on the mat, clearly expecting even better things on the horizon. But it is a pretty stellar day so far!]

[ Any worries about his own lack of good judgement or Duplicity's ability to sway are dissolving quickly. Enthusiasm and good humor are particularly infectious with Kurt, and he grins back as he strides forward, pulling his sweater over his head as he goes and tossing it aside. ] I have questions first, Herr Wilson.

[ He sets his foot against Wade's shoulder and shoves, pinning him and gazing down. ] Are we determining a winner, or simply tumbling ourselves into a certain conclusion?

[Yes. Fuck that sweater. It needs to go! Let him see those furry blue abs! He's starting to sit up when Kurt pins him back down and he lets out a squeak.]

We might as well play this out properly! [Sure, Kurt's probably got him beat in grappling abilities, but he's scrappy! He grabs hold of the foot on his shoulder and twists with his whole body intent on getting Kurt hurled onto the mat beside him.]

[ Well, that's not particularly clear, but it wasn't like Kurt had expected a clean answer. Awareness of Wade's next move doesn't come fast enough to avoid it. He tumbles down, but at least catches himself so that he's able to recover quickly.

His leg, still thrown over Wade's torso, hooks and pulls, leverage to help Kurt roll upright again. He reaches for Wade's arms to try and pin them down, winding up straddled over the other man. He fully expects retaliation, of course, but hopefully there's time to tease here and there. His tail arcs with a little whoosh behind him before the spaded tip sweeps up one of Wade's legs, brushing up his inner thighs and back down again. ]

[Hopefully the fact that he's pulled Kurt down is answer enough to his question since his words hadn't been. He shivers when he feels the tail brushing his thighs. It's tempting to just let Kurt win and get them both stripped of clothes right away.

But no! They needed to do this right!

Kurt manages to get hold of his arms but Wade bucks up his hips a couple of times to shake him loose, the growing mound in his pants also momentarily grinding against Kurt in the process but mostly he's aiming to roll them around so that it's Wade on top instead.] I've watched so many illegal streams of the UFC. And porn parodies. I'm so ready for this.

[ It's not a very serious bout, so it's easy to assume some give-and-take in it. Kurt's bucked authentically enough, and he's able to tuck his legs up so that he's folded under Wade, his feet resting on the other man's hips. He pauses on kicking out for the moment, though, letting Wade's weight settle on him. The banter gets a snort, playful exasperation. He tips up, lifting his shoulders from the mat to begin a kiss, shameless and deep.

He wriggles to find a good enough angle to get a hand into Wade's pants, undoing the fastenings as he goes. He delivers nothing directly satisfying, scraping blunt nails over sensitive skin.

Then he kicks. ]

[He's about to see about getting around those strong legs that are ready and waiting to launch him into the air, but then that kiss sends him off any plans of defending himself at all, meeting the kiss with fervor. And he matches Kurt's plan of undressing him by grabbing hold of Kurt's trousers at the front to get them open but with far less patience so there's a bit of tearing of fabric in the process.

The scratch makes him hiss.] Oh, you are naugh--eep! [Wade flies back getting some pretty impressive airtime before landing on his back with a thud.]

[ Kurt lets out a short laugh before teleporting, which is perhaps cheating a little, but... They hadn't established solid rules, had they? He appears atop Wade's chest, straddles and facing away from him. His tail lashes around and loops around his opponent's neck, not tight, but present. ]

Hold still a moment. [ Probably a futile order, but still. Kurt leans forward to ruck Wade's trousers and underwear down, taking the other man's cock in hand and pumping idly. ] You'll owe me new trousers, you know.

Deal. [He manages, breathy with the tail around his throat and hand on his cock. And it's quite the nice view just staring at Kurt's ass right in his face. It could be better though. Hmm... he's just gonna... reach out there and.... tear his pants the entire rest of the way.

Ah, there we go. Much better. Now he can see that ass properly.] I'll put it on my Dominant's tab.

[Enjoy that, Scott.]

[ The further tearing of his clothing causes Kurt to falter and pause in what he's doing, and the mention of Wade's Dominant--bringing to mind the very concept of their being inherently tied to others, how that's compounding in complexity--brings out a noise of irritation. He can fully examine that later, if need be. For now... He waffles for a moment on whether to bite down on his sudden re-emergence of aggravation, drawing out their physical struggle, or getting things over with.

There's always compromise, of course. The grip of his tail tightens fractionally, and Kurt leans forward to set his forearms against Wade's thighs. It's intended to ache, if not hurt, and adds opposing sensation on when he dips to take Wade's cock into his mouth. ]

[Wade's damn good at killing the mood sometimes, usually without even knowing it. At least it doesn't cause him to stop and Wade is mostly none the wiser. Noises of irritation go in one ear and out the other with him. It's pretty universal for him, like a white noise machine.

The tightening tail, his cock suddenly enveloped by the wet hot heat of Kurt's mouth causes him to shudder and gasp. Hands that had been tearing now grab hold of a cheek in each hand. It's not exactly easy with the tail and Kurt holding him down as he is, still, he cranes up and buries his face right into it, tongue darting out eagerly.]

[ The sudden presence of Wade's tongue causes Kurt to let out a noise of surprise, choked off as is by the fact that he's got Deadpool in throat-deep. Hubris, obviously. He coughs and pulls back, re-orienting himself while stroking the cock below him, watching the odd tugs of scar tissue as he does so.

He sits back a little, loosening the grip of his tail slight, more to give Wade better access than to provide pressure. If they're still in competition, the nature of it has shifted, at least for the moment. ]

Do you have good feeling, with all of the scarring? Is this working for you?

It's working. One thing I've never had any shortage on is feeling. [That went for more than just his skin, but in everything both physical and mental. He doesn't explain further but there is an implication in his words. And that momentary peek into the sad man under the veneer of an idiot is quickly covered up again when he dives his mouth back into Kurt's ass.

Wade's uncircumcised, perhaps because of regeneration or perhaps it's always been that way. Hard to say, and Wade probably wouldn't be honest if asked, but the scars remain everywhere, even there. But he feels it all the same.]

[ Kurt doesn't miss the slight waiver in tone, the implication of the emotional undertow to Deadpool's--in any world, apparently--irreverence and madness. He's jogged back into his proper place for a moment, rattled from Duplicity's compelling of their actions and his irritation for having fallen under it. He lifts himself, removing the weight of his forearms from Wade's thighs. One less point of likely-pained pressure, at least. He nearly turns, to ask another question or to better shift the mood into something kinder, but... Wade's tongue is back, and Kurt sits back on his heels with a little, quivering noise.

His tail unwinds completely as he shifts, taking the place of his hand on Wade's cock when Kurt takes himself in hand. The spaded tip has enough room to wander, cupping Wade's testicles and squeezing gently. He's more willingly indulgent now, or is perhaps making the delicious mistake of letting his guard down. Perhaps he's forgotten the contest aspect of this encounter altogether. ]

[Wade doesn't want any more questions. Especially if they're to talk about what he's just said, so he's all too happy to distract him. His tongue presses in and works him over, shuddering when he feels that tail taking over the work on his cock and then balls.

It does mean that he's not very well restrained now, so he's going to seize upon that chance. Suddenly, Wade throws his weight to his right, hands that were clutching Kurt's ass sliding to wrap around blue hips intent on hurling Kurt to his knees to the floor with Wade angled behind him. This does mean that Kurt's tail curled around his cock tugs it sharply at the sudden move. It's painful, yes, but worth it.

It's not solely to win the upper hand in their play fight but to serve another purpose. He's got plans, okay? One arm wrapped around Kurt's middle, a finger with his free hand takes over where his mouth had been so helpfully prepping, toying with Kurt's asshole, pressing into the first knuckle and slowly deeper.] Is this working for you?

[ Kurt can't properly figure whether he'd set himself up for this or not, and the confusion of it carries through in how he should react. There's no way the shift in positioning wasn't painful for Wade, and he's torn between releasing his tail and squeezing tighter when he really doesn't have time to do either. He almost twists, too, arm up and ready to strike his elbow into the side of Wade's head, but--

There's the secure grip and the press of Wade's finger. Kurt tenses momentarily before attempting to relax again, lowering his raised arm to grip Wade's wrist in front of him. His tail returns to shallow strokes. ]

Yes, it's-- That's fine.

You sure? [The answer leaves him a little uncertain now. He wants to escalate this further, but he's not going to coerce Kurt into something he doesn't actually want to do. Considering how close the cock Kurt is still stroking is to his ass now as Wade has his finger pressed inside it.]

Ja. Yes. [ He tries to make it sound more reassuring than antsy. This brand of the city's compulsion is newer to him, more complex than the pull of mere lust. The prospect of indulging in a fight, even playfully, involves an aspect of alertness and competition that he's not always terrific at combining with sexual aspects, particularly when dealing with someone he hardly knows. ]

It is merely difficult to know when to save one's hits and welcome other things. [ Y'know, things like unplanned fucks partially induced by tacky cards. To help prove his words, he arches his back to press himself more firmly against Wade, he free hand returning to his own cock. The hand at Wade's wrist stays there, thumb stroking the back of the other man's hand. ] Please continue. Be a little rough with me, if you'd like.

If you'd prefer tenderness, I can do that, too.

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