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Damn. You're a like a sexy InstaCart. [Wade laughs, the sound a little breathy as he reaches to snatch the bottle from the air, to pop it open. Hopefully they didn't just ruin someone else's night. Not that Wade cares too much. Still gripping them with one hand, he moves the bottle to drip a generous amount of oil on both their dicks, pumping his hand roughly, groaning under his breath.]

I'll definitely be giving you a generous tip. [Dumb joke. But that's what you get when you decide to fuck Wade Wilson, Nate.]

( Judging from the way Wade goes and uses it there on both their cocks, yeah. He figures that'll do just fine.

Blue eyes fall shut — mouth hanging open — fingers squeezing at scarred shoulders. He gets the dumb joke and even chuckles a little breathlessly at it. Eyes fluttering open, he looks down to the other mutant beneath him and takes a moment to swallow. )

You want me to ride you, right?

( That's what this is getting at, isn't it? )

[Wade's not really a planner, he just falls face or ass first into everything. The question makes his cock pulse against Nate's in his hand.] That's one way.

Or you can get on your hands and knees. But this way you can decide how fast we go... [So maybe in that way it's slightly better. A now oiled finger gives Nate a little reach around, prodding until he finds his hole, pressing against it teasingly.] Unless you want to fuck me? I'm not that particular.

( The gasp that leaves him when that finger finds him is both soft and surprised, hips rocking forward without so much as a second thought. Head hanging between his shoulders, he looks down to Wade through his curtain of hair around his face. )

What's hotter for you?

( A breath, he adds: )

I can lessen the pain for myself. Telepath, remember?

You on top... that's hotter. [Although, Wade can't help but notice that it's all about what he wants and not what Nate wants. Which is fine, Wade is a selfish fuck, but it is curious. Maybe it's just because Nate doesn't know, but hopefully he'll coax an opinion out of him if they do this again.

Look at him, already acting like this is going to become a thing. Wade leans up to kiss him, pressing that finger a bit more firmly until it finally slips inside to the knuckle, teasing and prodding, and then he presses deeper still.] It won't be all pain though, I hope? If it is, I'm really doing something wrong.

( The sound that leaves him is a soft gasp against those lips there and he grips the curve of Wade's neck with a hand, brow pressing to his. Eyes are squeezed shut — his mind gently working to disable the discomfort he feels to the point of it being a little more bearable. He doesn't want to completely take it away. He wants to know what it feels like, just... not as bad. )

Definitely won't make me want to be on your lap again.

( Words wrapped within a soft chuckle, he nudges his brow to Wade's and presses both hands now to the slope of the other's neck, smile soft and warm. )

How about this? Me on top for a bit, then you flip me over and watch me take it from behind. That sound hot to you?

( There. Compromise. Both can get a little bit of what they want. )

Jesus-- [Wade feels utterly transfixed now, with the way Nate clings to him, nudges his face to his. He shudders, gaze meeting Nate's like he can't entirely believe this is happening, despite being well into it at this point. Anyone fucking him ever is a baffling mystery that he's forever grateful for and that's not likely to ever change.

The offer makes him dive that finger even deeper and slide in another a bit more aggressively now.] You drive a hard bargain. But you've got yourself a deal.

[Fingers slipping out, he reaches for Nate's muscular hips to urge him upward, gripping his own cock to get a good position.] Come on then... take a seat.

( The fact that Wade seems to like his suggestion... well. It certainly gets that smile of his to bubble more with warmth there against Wade's mouth and he noses at him, stealing a quick but soft kiss. When they'd first met here in Etraya— on Aphaia, he hadn't ever thought they would end up like this. That Wade would be someone who feels so normal despite his chaos and he doesn't know quite what to make of that... make of him... and how he gives him that semblance of normal.

He appreciates him for that.

Just as he appreciates the way he makes sure to get him as ready as he'll ever be for this.

Lips press to Wade's — a moan spilling into his mouth at that finger and when it leaves, and when he's asked to take a seat there on that hard cock of his, Nate just grins a little around the way he bites his bottom lip and shifts then with a soft breath. His mind is ready to dampen whatever discomfort might wrack his body and the moment he feels the head of that cock press against him, his breath hitches — hands holding tight to Wade's neck. )

I'll let you feel how good it is in a bit.

( Once they're past all this... awkward getting into it part... once he starts to [hopefully] feel how good it can be to have sex like this. With a guy. Taking his cock. Which he slowly starts to do as he eases himself onto it, teeth sinking into his bottom lip to bite back the sound that wants to leave him. )

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