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[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.

[He relaxes at Kurt's assurances. The compulsion for Wade is in the background, seeing as he'd want to have done this regardless, and the city's push be damned. But the responsibility of choosing, laying that responsibility at his feet leaves him momentarily frozen. Rough or tender. Rough or tender? Rough and tender? Ugh. God. Fuck it. He can't take it in anymore. Decisions are hard.] Rough it is.

[Mainly because the compulsion is pushing him in that direction and he's doing little to dissuade it. He shoves his finger in deep and then adds another. He pumps his fingers and spreads until he can't take it anymore. Then he coaxes Kurt's tail off his now pulsing needy cock. Grabbing Kurt's hips, he thrusts himself as deep as he can manage.] Fuck! This is so much better than the picture!

[ The tenderness had been offered partially in jest, outside of the situation as it is and... Well, Wade's already had the little moments that sneak through, the nods to what he might truly need. Little matter, though. Kurt lets out a note of amusement at Wade's declared choice, swallowed up by the desperate, surprised noise he makes as things begin in earnest.

He's got his weight partially on Wade's arm, and he shifts forward when the other man moves to grab his hips, catching himself on his hands and sinking down onto his elbows. It's all one quick movement, almost, efficient and consuming. Kurt cries out as Wade thrusts into him, and he hisses a slow inhale through his teeth as he pushes back, attempting to take more. His tail wraps around Wade's back, gentle, pulling pressure. ]

Good. [ He means it. There's a chuckle stuck behind the word. ] At your leisure, then.

[There are certain things Wade needs, but he doesn't ever really expect to get them. Certainly not from someone he doesn't really know. It's better to hide behind jokes and anything else he could than seek for more.

Kurt's an attractive man, in Wade's eyes. The blue fur, tail, muscles, accent, eyes, all of it is damn fucking sexy. Meanwhile, Wade himself is perpetually shocked that anyone would touch him at all. And it seems that no matter how many people he sleeps with here that opinion of himself isn't going to change. Despite Kurt's earlier attempts to encourage him not to try and live up to human ideals of attractiveness.

The reaction from Kurt, pressing back against him and the words of encouragement, spur him on grasping tight to hips to rock in and out of him with increasing force once he seems to have adjusted to the intrusion. He makes good on his decision. Nothing about it is gentle once he starts moving, it's carnal and animalistic.]

[ Kurt takes a moment to sink into things as best he's able, though Wade's movements aren't the sort that one simply relaxes into. That's fine. That's good. He allows himself to feel the rough push and pull of it, expression one of careful, tensed pleasure. He bites the inside of his cheek, grunting now and again, stroking himself a bit clumsily through everything.

After a little bit, he shifts, legs spreading so that he'll be better able to balance when he rises up, hands reaching behind him to clutch at Wade's thighs, back to the other man's wider chest. The changed angle... He lets out a shaking cry. His tail still clings, but its grip shifts, the spade sliding between Wade's buttocks, prodding.

He hums, satisfied and interrupted by the force of Wade's thrusts, head tilting back so that it's semi-resting on Wade's shoulder. He thinks better of his next question for a moment, but-- ] Will you choke me?

[It's a struggle now between whether to keep slamming in his cock at the relentless pace he's set or slow down to properly enjoy the tease of Kurt's tail pressing at his ass. It certainly makes his rhythm far less steady, shuddering. Then Kurt has to go and say a thing like that.

He very nearly comes right then and there but manages to edge himself off only just.

He doesn't want this to be over too soon. Especially not now.] Of course. The safeword is Hufflepuff. [Not that Kurt will be very able to say any safewords as Wade's hand wraps around him to grasp his neck, grip firm. Thrusting continuing, breathing heavy, and he basks in the sound of their bodies meeting.]

[ He almost mentions the conundrum over a safeword, almost fully conceptualizes that it's likely a bad idea to have a (potentially insane) near-stranger strangle him, but-- He sucks in a deep breath as Wade's hand grasps his throat. It's already happening. He has no good sense left, only sensation.

It's not a very long climb after that. He tries to focus, for a moment, on properly inserting his tail, on finding the right angle. Kurt's verbal noises are diminished, his held breath disappearing in choked huff as he tenses, trembling, spots creeping into the edge of his vision, the brain panic and the rush of chemicals that comes with it... He reaches up to slap hurriedly at Wade's forearm, then he comes.

It's intense, his eyes roll upward for a moment as he squirms, ejaculate streaking the mat below them, catching on his belly and his torn clothes. He sucks in a breath when he's allowed, exhaling something between a sob and a scream. He slumps forward onto this elbows, pushing his ass back, tail continuing to prod and press. ]

[It's all a flurry of sensation and Wade is losing himself in it. He might start holding too tight to Kurt's throat when he feels the tip of his tail gain entry into his ass. It's all so good that it's easy to go too hard, hold Kurt's neck tight enough to bruise him and lose consciousness if he lets it go much longer.

It's only vaguely that he registers the smack to his arm. It's seeing Kurt spill cum all over the mat that ultimately gets Wade to let go, so that he can grab his hips with both hands to furiously fuck him as Kurt's tail continues it's assault.] OOoooOoh, Canada! [Wade gives one more plunge of his cock as he spills inside Kurt, shuddering and falling over top of him.]

[ Kurt just barely registers the oddity of Wade's apparent patriotism before... Oof. He crumbles under the falling weight of the other man, noodle-limbed and fuzzy-brained as he still is, and he immediately scrambles to try and get out from under, withdrawing his tail and slipped free of Wade's cock. He still too sensitized, still trying to catch his breath...

He gets free enough to roll onto his back, gasping. When he speaks, his voice is raspy. It will bruise, he knows, but likely no one will be able to tell it. ]

All right?

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[He remains face down as Kurt slips out from under him, leaving him splayed out on the sweat and cum covered mat as he recovers. When Kurt's speak, he turns his head to look, looking utterly content with a stupid lazy grin on his face.] More than. I'm fan-fucking-tastic.

[The rasping doesn't go unnoticed though.] Err... sorry, if I went too hard with the choking.

[ Oh, no, that smile. Kurt can't help but return it, coupled with a breath of laughter. To the apology, he shakes his head and shrugs. Not dismissive, just... ] I asked for what I asked for. Without knowing you well, without you knowing me, I can mark it as foolishness on my part. You meant me no harm.

[ He decides to belatedly abandon his ruined trousers and underwear, shucking them off as he continues conversationally. ] I've lived through much worse and not gotten an orgasm out of it.

Heh. Yeah, me too. [As Kurt could probably imagine, even knowing so little about him. He'd at least have some idea of the type of damage he took on a regular basis based on the Deadpool from his universe.]

That tail thing at the end there? I really liked that. [A lot.]

It's a good trick, ja? [ He laughs and rolls into sitting up, smacking his tail on the mat as if to emphasize the point. ] I must use what I have been granted.

[ He gathers up his newly-discarded clothes and steps over Wade to gather up his shirts as well, not particularly fussed about his nudity. If he were not a teleporter, he might be a little more worried about it. As it stands, movement is easy, and nobody needs to walk home. ] Can I drop you off somewhere, or do you need a moment?

[ He's not in a hurry, precisely, but the post-fuck clarity is settling in. It's not the sort of decision he'd have normally made, but it hadn't (thus far) been an obviously poor one, and he's not sure whether that's somehow worse. What are the odds of it cascading down into trouble? ]

[At the very least what's just happened isn't likely to cascade into trouble... tonight? Wade just wants a nap, still he is staring at Kurt as he steps over him, committing his naked body to memory. Might as well have some good ones rattling around in there, after all.

Finally. Reluctantly. Wade sits up. He's a mess, covered in everything from the mat and what had already been on him before collapsing. He doesn't care one iota though. Leaning over to snatch up his boxers, then other clothing, he nods.] Sure. You drop me off back home. I'm in the Up Provided Housing now.

[He'd not really minded the dump he'd been given in the Down, but Scott hadn't really given him much of a choice when they'd contracted.]

Very fancy, I'm sure. [ Kurt's only been visiting there, and not particularly often. He offers Wade a hand up, and should probably offer him the opportunity to dress, but... It's isolated enough, in all likelihood, where they're going.

There's the burst of teleportation, and they're on the roof of the Up's designated housing building. Empty, thankfully, if a little blustery, still a little chilly, but there's a nice bit of actual sunshine. ]

I trust you can find your way from here. [ He briefly clasps Wade's hand in both of his own, nodding. ] Auf Wiedersehen.

[Wade is left behind holding his clothes in his hand, butt-ass naked on the roof when Kurt teleports away. He looks around, taking a moment to simply enjoy the sunset with his dick out.]

Best day ever.

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