Thread: X-Men Evolved

Not yet, Bobby stated simply while picking up the lotion and drizzling more into his palm. Wade heaved a sigh and rested his head back. He'd wait, but he wouldn't be quiet while doing so. What first, then? Bobby didn't respond. He simply leaned forward, resting on one hand against the bed above the merc while the other reached between his spread thighs and fingers slipped into himself. He shuddered, but kept quiet. Dinner and a show, Wade hummed, eyes glued to Bobby's fingers. He glanced up to the blonde's face, corner of his mouth curling up. Enjoying yourself? Bobby snorted, Maybe. He clenched his eyes when his fingers pressed on his weakspot. Rapidly they twitched back and forth against the nerves and the blonde quake as he whined. Damn. I'll say. You look good like that, Blondie. Maybe even better than you did with my own fingers in you. Bobby licked his lips, I'll kiss you if you can guess how many fingers I have in my ass. He bit down on his bottom lip, Only one guess. No fair, Wade protested. How will I know you aren't lying? But he guessed anyway, Two. Bobby smirked, Wrong. Slipping them out, he held them an inch away from Wade's face. Four glistened in lotion. Christ, Blondie, Wade murmured. And here I thought you were tight like a virgin. Don't tell me I've gotten you all stretched out already. How long do you think you were playing with my ass for? The blonde almost frowned as he sat up and gripped Wade's erection, smoothing on the lotion. Wade didn't answer. He grit his teeth and snapped his hips into Bobby's touch, the handcuffs making this twice as hot. Exhaling harshly through his nose, Wade let his eyes close, head resting back and arms relaxing. It wasn't often that he had the opportunity to let someone else to all the work, so he was going to enjoy this. Bobby didn't spend too much time slicking Wade up. His own arousal was simply stirring. Bobby lowered himself down, consciously squeezing his muscles as he engulfed the head. He flexed and fluttered around the merc, but stopped just as he passed the bulbous tip. Squeezing as much as he could as he tried to steady himself, and slowly he pulled up and off of Wade entirely. Wade grunted when he entered Bobby, eyebrows furrowing, but he cracked an eye open when he was left cold and alone once again. You alright, Blondie? Yeah, Iceman breathed, then slowly repeated the motion of going only so far as just past Wade's head before retreating. Over and over, a little faster each time. Wade stiffened, holding back a groan of frustration. Little bitch, he muttered, finally catching on. Bracing his feet flat on the bed, he thrust up just as Bobby was coming down. Bobby cried out, not expecting the retaliation as he fell forward and onto his hands. Huffed as he settled down all the way to Wade's base, Damn it. Wade snickered. Just because I can't touch doesn't mean you're in control, he taunted. Underneath Bobby, he rolled his hips. That's more like it.... Bobby sat up, removing himself from Wade and sitting on his stomach. Freezing his thumbs, he rubbed them over Wade's nipples as he replied, You're no fun, Willie. Ahh.... Wade squirmed under the cold touch, but didn't tell Bobby to stop. You sound like Mickey, he smirked, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. Gross, Bobby made a face and frosted the tips of his fingers. He reached back, eyes on Wade's face as he lightly tapped the merc's bulbous head. Wade jerked in his restraints. Oh, shit! He laughed, almost nervously. Careful with that, Blondie. With what? Bobby questioned innocently then tapped it a little lower along the large vein beneath. This? Fuck! Wade spat. What are you, like zero Kelvin? Jesus that's cold. He had been watching Bobby but now let his head fall back onto the pillows. I'm trusting you here, Blondie. Good, Bobby hummed, sitting back up and retracting his ice. He gripped Wade and slammed down. The blonde hissed a little and smirked, That warm ya up? Wade moaned through his teeth, hips coming up to meet Bobby. Fuck yeah, he breathed. Bobby started to rock to and fro. Adding a bit of swish to his hip movements he rose and fell in shallow motions. His hands came up, fingers digging at his own nipples as he ground down on Wade, his own erection forming rigidly and bobbing with his body. Keeping his own hips in rhythm with Bobby's, Wade was straining at his cuffs unconsciously, wanting to grab at the other. C'mere, he moaned out, bucking lightly in an attempt to jostle the other forwards. Bobby held his ground. He was smiling down at the other man as he shook his head. He twisted a nipple just right that had him quivering and letting a little moan. He pulled up, again, and stood atop Wade on his knees, one hand slithering down to jam three of his fingers into his empty ass. Oooo Wade, he flourished, taunting, Want me to turn around? Watch yourself disappear into my ass while I fuck myself on your hot dick? You're goddamn right I do, Wade growled. But you're not gonna, are you? Bobby licked his lips, the fingers on his nipple twitching a little faster as even his member jerked. I will if you let me come on your face. Not in the hair, was Wade's only objection, grinning widely. His eyes were locked on Bobby's that blue was hypnotizing. Bobby grinned. He hobbled over to hover Wade's chest. One hand behind himself to finger his prostate and the other moved to the other nipple. His eyes were glassy, lips parted, Watch me come? Just from playing with my ass and nipples? Wade leaned up as far as he could with his hands tied down and kissed the head of Bobby's dick. Hell yeah, Blondie. I can't take my eyes off of you. Bobby whimpered at Wade's touch, his fingers on his perked bud were now his whole palm massaging his breast. He slipped a fourth finger and curled and stretched. His muscular torso rippled with the noises that escaped him. Don't stop looking, was the breathy order. Don't stop. Never, baby, Wade murmured. He leaned back once more, taking in the sight before him. If his hands were free, he'd probably have whipped his phone out to record this. You gonna come for me, Blondie? he encouraged, swallowing hard as he watched Bobby's fingers working. Bobby attempted a smile through the pleasure, I can't wait. For you to be inside. Want it. Wanna come with you. Inside. His hips bucked, Soclosesoclosesocloseclosecloseclose. The cuffs bit against Wade's skin as his arms would jerk and twitch. Come for me, Bobby. Reaching as deep as he could, keep his eyes on Wade's, Bobby felt the string snap and unravel all the way down his spine. The heat flooded out, his head going numb as he stilled his movements despite the quivering of his muscles and joints. In several short and quick bursts, Bobby came. It landed on mostly on Wade's chin, some on one cheek, and the rest drizzled onto his neck like some necklace. Bobby hunched over, keeping himself up as his hands gripped tightly onto the bars that formed the headboard of his bed. He panted, his lungs working hard for air. Don't stop, baby, Wade hummed, licking up what he could reach on his chin. He was murmuring a steady stream of his dirty consciousness as his hips rolled and thrust into nothing. Come on, Blondie. I want you squirming on my dick, still raw. Ride it out, I don't want you coming down from this. Bobby bit his lip before shoving off the bar. He was near auto pilot mode at this point. He turned around, giving Wade a pleasant view of the gaping hole that was shuddering inside out, glistening and wet from the lotion, before he crawled over and did as he promised. With his back to Wade, he slid back onto his erection, whining at the hot and rigid sensation burning him like a lump of coal. He leaned forward on his hands and knees and rolled his hips at a moderate pace. Wade moaned, the gripping heat almost overwhelming after being ignored for so long. It was a struggle to keep his eyes open but he wanted to see this. He matched Bobby's speed, angling his hips back in an effort to abuse the man's prostate even more. The stream of consciousness continued, I want you screaming for me, Blondie you're so hot when you do that. Talk to me how does my cock feel in your tight ass? You're loving this,aren't you? Bobby groaned. He shook his hips faster as he threw back his head. A second wave orgasm hitting him and landing on Wade's thighs. Good, so fucking, his movements were shorter, rapid as his back arched. Fill me, Wade. Fill me so hot! Wade shuddered hard as Bobby's muscles milked him. Almost there, baby, he panted, squeeze me tight. You feel so good, Bobby. So good. You're just amazing. He locked his butt to the bed, making the blonde work harder. One more time come for me one more time. Focusing on slamming down harder, Bobby ass slapped harshly against Wade's pelvis. The blonde cried out every time, his ass shaking as it hit. His balls coiling as they swung. Bobby was flushed all the way down his back to just before his white ass slowly gaining red on the undersides from the abuse it was going through. Now, he murmured desperately. Now, now, now! This time Wade couldn't stop his eyes from screwing shut as he filled Bobby with long, white-hot pulses. His back arched completely off the bed as his toes curled and he swore vehemently in a strangled voice. Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! The handcuffs rattled as his arms pulled hard, entire body clenching, and the pain in his wrists just made it that much better. Bobby purred, his body going slack as his elbows trembled to keep him up. His hips were twitching, and he came so hard he pissed. His whole body quaking as the sheets were soaked in seconds, hitting not just his thighs, but Wade's as well. Six, Wade sighed, unbelievably satisfied and still shuddering every few seconds. He rolled his hips up into Bobby every time he shook, the friction still pleasant. You sure are something, Blondie. Bobby couldn't reply. His bladder empty, his ass clenched fluttered. When he lifted his head, some of his urine hit his own chin and dripped. His body was heavy. Wade shifted underneath the other, bucking his hips sharply to get his attention. Jesus, Blondie, did you piss yourself? he finally noticed, chuckling. Oh, man, you are soaked. Shut up, the blonde murmured as he lifted himself up. His tip still dripping liquid as Wade's come gradually seeped from the flaring agitated hole. No way, Wade shook his head, that's awesome. He was not going to be able to keep this revelation to himself. Not that he was going to tell Bobby that, of course. Spread yourself for me, baby, he licked his lips, watching his come drip down the blonde's thighs. Bobby looked over his shoulder, another drip falling from his chin as he gradually grew back to consciousness. What? His pink cheeks were sprinkled with tears as his breathing slowly regulated. I said I want your ass in my face, Wade told him, smirking but serious. And then I want a kiss. And then I wanna lick those beautiful tears away. He winked, Maybe you can free me somewhere in there. Mind numb, Bobby turned around and crawled up. He landed his knees on either side of Wade's head and leaned forward to undo the cuffs. He yanked on them, unsatisfied by them not coming off, he formed a fist of ice and broke the chain. Wade snorted, stretching his arms out, shoulders popping obscenely. Nice, Blondie. He grasped Bobby's face, pulling him close and giving a long, slow lick from the man's chin up to one cheek. I thought you wanted... Bobby winced a little from Wade's tongue. I'll get there, baby, Wade murmured, suckling Bobby's chin clean. I told you I wanted to drink up those cute tears of yours. Not crying, the blonde murmured. He pulled away from Wade only to nuzzle against an ear. Do it, again. My name. You're incredible, Bobby, Wade breathed, grabbing his ass with both hands. Bobby flinched but didn't pull away. He nuzzled harder, Again. Bobby. He spread the man's cheeks as far as he could, fingers digging into the pale skin. Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, he chanted in a whisper. God, Robert Drake, I love watching you come like that. The blonde's body shuddered at his first and last name. He wasn't even paying attention to Wade's hands. Louis, too, he added. What? Wade pulled back slightly, lips quirking up. He only knew one Louis and he would NOT be interested in what they were doing. Bobby gave the older man a foolish grin, Robert Louis...Drake. Wade kissed him as he slipped two fingers inside, curling them and scooping out what he could. First, he hummed, holding his dirtied fingers to Bobby's lips, suck. Why? the blonde tilted his heas to the side. Because I asked you to, Wade smiled. Bobby's brain tried to connect the answer to the question. However, he couldn't, but that was why he opened his mouth patiently. Wade petted his two fingers over Bobby's tongue, his other hand massaging a cheek. His smile was soft, and there might have been pride in his eyes. Robert Louis Drake, you are a gift. Pleased with hearing his full name, Bobby closed his lips around Wade's fingers. He pulled back, scratching it all away with his tongue. Petey is going to love you, Wade hummed, turning his hand over and gently pushing back through Bobby's lips. His fingers curled slightly, stroking the ridges on the roof of Bobby's mouth. The blonde hummed, he opened his mouth, showing that all of what Wade gave him was still there and sticking to everything. Beautiful, came the whisper. Swallow, Wade instructed patiently. The blonde obeyed then made a disgruntled face. Wade snorted at Bobby's reaction, then kissed him softly. You'll learn to love it. His mouth twisting, Bobby wrapped an arm around Wade's neck, I'm so dirty. Clean me up. We've landed a sharp smack to Bobby bare ass, his hand immediately rubbing at the stinging flesh. Shower? Bobby kissed him, tongue swiping through. When he pulled back a thin trail of saliva broke between them. He tapped Wade's mouth with a finger, With this. Gladly, Wade grinned. He pushed on Bobby's shoulders gently, urging him to lie back. But I'm pretty sure you just end up dirtier than before every time I lick you clean. Bobby lied back, his head close to the pisspatch on the sheets. Then, just keep cleaning. Wade chuckled, pushing Bobby's thighs up and settling in, letting the backs of the man's knees rest over his shoulders. Says the one who was worried about his heart stopping. Bobby reached up, his thumb wiping off the remaining come on Wade's face that had started to dry. Shower after mouth, he hummed. His eyes closed, Then, sleep. Whatever you say, Blondie, Wade nuzzled the inside of Bobby's thigh. He slowly nosed his way down lower, giving a small lick beside the abused hole and blowing cold air over both. Whatever you say.... Bobby shivered, Wade? Hmmm? Clean the sheet, too? I ain't doin' your laundry, Wade snorted. He kissed Bobby's entrance lightly, humming quietly. Bobby whined, he slipped his arms beneath his knees and kept them close to his chest, Mean. Better idea, Wade said, nuzzling up into Bobby's balls. I take you out and we get Mickey to wash the sheets. No! Bobby cried. He rolled over, looking at Wade from over his shoulder. Cassie can't know. Please. We don't have to tell her why, he grinned, burying his face in Bobby's ass, licking. He pulled away after a moment. Just ask her to wash 'em. Bobby sighed out a moan, No. He shook his head, Cassie's nosey about these things. I know, Wade smirked, that's one reason I love her. But I'm totally telling her everything. His face went back to between Bobby's cheeks, plunging his tongue in before the other could protest. Bobby lied on his stomach, his ass raising as his face buried in the sheets below, Wade Swirling his tongue, Wade moaned into the blonde's opening, sending vibrations to his core. Bobby spread his legs. The blonde groaned into his mattress, his hands gripping his cheeks and spreading them as far as he could, Wade? He whined the other's name. Wade hummed with the inflection of a question, not about to pull away when Bobby was opening himself so beautifully. Can you see? There was a hint of a giggle at the end of his question. Inside? Pulling away with a vulgar slurping sound, Wade pushed both thumbs in and slowly pulled them apart to stretch Bobby open. So pink, he hummed, continuing to stretch. So deep. Bet you could take the fucking Hulk, baby boy. Iceman's ass fluttered, trying to close from Wade's invasion. Don't want, Banner, Bobby groaned. Just you. He reached a bit back and gripped Wade's wrists. Done cleaning? Cleaning? Yeah. Done? No. Wade dove back in, hands stretching Bobby even further, wanting to see just how far he cou go. Bobby whined, hips squirming, Shower, Wade. Ignoring him, Wade added more fingers, thrusting them slowly. Don't! Wade mumbled something into the fleshy cavern, extending his tongue as far as he could. His fingers spread and pressed, twisting, curling, and continuously thrusting. Bobby tried to pull away as he huffed, That's too much! 'Too bad', Wade thought, not letting up in the least. He liked Bobby, but he liked him more when he was out of his mind with pleasure. And that was his goal. Wade, Bobby purred, you're gonna stretched me too far. Another finger. Wilson! Wade kissed over and over as he finally pulled his mouth away. Willie, he corrected, going back to circling his tongue around the rim. Again, Bobby tried to pull away as he whimpered, Willie! Wade brought a hand to the front of Bobby's thigh, dragging him back and impaling him either harder on his fingers. Teeth nibbling at the outer ring of muscle, his invading digits started searching for that perfect spot. The Iceman groaned, reaching between his thighs he stroked his erection fervently as he shook his hips against Wade. It didn't take long for Wade's probing fingers to find the spongy ball of nerves. He bent two fingers, pressing his nails into it. The merc bit down at the edge of Bobby's opening, purring against his skin. Bobby's hand moved faster as he yelled into the sheet. A dry orgasm racking his body. A few more slowly strokes of his fingers and Wade pulled away completely. Wiping his slick hand on the sheets and his clean hand across his mouth. Clean enough for ya, Blondie? Bobby fell onto his side, wrapping his arms about his abdomen. The blonde looked to Wade, utterly exhausted, he mumbled, Shower. The merc stood and gently scooped the smaller man into his arms. You're gonna have to stand for a bit, he mumbled against Bobby's temple. Can you manage that, Blondie? The blonde nodded, resting his head into Wade as he closed his eyes. Sheets dirty, Wade and Bobby slept on a mattress as naked as they were. Nowhere near as exhausted as the blonde, the mercenary woke with sun. A strong hand rubbed slow circles over Bobby's abs as Wade kissed the neck of the man he was spooning. Morning, Blondie. Bobby sighed into the touch and presence of another person. He peeked up, staring blankly, Wade. Hey sleepy head, he smiled. Thought you should know that Wolvie'll be comin' to kick my ass in about two hours. A hand ran through blonde locks as Bobby exhaled slowly. His body was sore, his hips were hurting, and his ass felt enflamed. He knew that feeling, and as he thought back on the evening before, he cringed. His hands rubbed at his increasingly flushing face as he groaned, Goddamn it. It happened, again. Wade chuckled and buried his face in Bobby's hair, inhaling deeply. It happened seven times, baby boy. You've got a lot to give. I don't even want to remember, Iceman grouched, his hands still covering his face. Don't say that, Wade pouted. You loved last night. Fingers wrapped around a slender wrist and pulled one of Bobby's hands away from his face. Why do you always do that, Blondie? You shouldn't hate yourself in the morning. Bobby peeked at Wade, but quickly glanced away. His cheeks were red hot, You don't get it. I...never act like...like I did...like how I end up with you. Wade snorted. Of course I get it. Petey's the same way. His hand continued to rub Bobby's stomach comfortingly. Doesn't mean anything, baby. You shouldn't be ashamed you're amazing when you get like that. Bobby frowned but didn't push the other man away. I don't like it because it's like I am a totally different person. I'm a completely out of it and not like myself. It's scary. The blonde rubbed at his throat, Not to mention it hurts to talk. Mmm, Wade nuzzled the back of Bobby's head, kissing softly over and over. You were screaming for me. Sounded like heaven. He stretched his legs out before curling back around Bobby with a purr. It's just a different side of you, Blondie. A private side. One you should definitely get to know.... I sound pathetic, Bobby grimaced. Then, he was hit with a vivid memory. Oh, god, I didn't... You bet that sweet ass of yours, you did. Wade's arm tucked around Bobby's waist and held him close. Hot as hell, too. Wade, Bobby's hands gripped the man'd arms. I didn't...piss myself...did I? Mm-hm. Like I said, Wade squeezed Bobby's midsection, hot as hell. Needless to say, Bobby was horrified. Again, he covered his face with his hands, Please tell me the sheets got cleaned up at least. Wade snorted, Why do you think your bed looks like this? He was referring to the stripped bare mattress beneath them. And before you ask, I already told you that I'm so not doing your laundry. The merc snuggled harder into the blonde, murmuring, Stop trying to hide from this, baby. We had a great night don't act like you won't be getting off to the memories. Bobby sighed, Who...is doing the laundry, then? Eh, I'll make Mickey do it later. Oh, god, Bobby sighed, again. Wade smiled into fair hair. Stop worrying, Blondie, he chided. And tell me how much you love me Bobby glanced up at Wade, I will if you don't tell her what happened. I can't exactly move so it's not like I can do the laundry right now... Wade just laughed at him. He hugged tight once more, whispering, Robert Louis, you are a gift from God. And I am going to spread the good word. Unhappy with that answer, Bobby frosted his tips before pinching Wade's arm. Keep your chill to yourself, Blondie, the man chuckled, shaking him off gently. He withdrew his arm, rolling onto his back and stretching out, joints popping loudly. I don't know about you, he grunted before sighing and relaxing again. But I'm fucking hungry. The blonde groaned, rolling onto his stomach and then realizing he was nude. He closed his eyes, Why didn't you at least put shorts on me? And cover this up? Wade slapped Bobby's ass hard before digging his fingers into the flesh. Why would I do that? Bobby flinched, face scrunching as he groaned, Owowow! Don't do that! He waved the other's hand away. Fucking hurts like a bitch. --- Remy slipped out of the room while Rogue slept. He wanted to silence his stomach so he went down to the kitchen, not surprised to see that Kurt was sitting at the counter. Though, he was surprised to see the indigo man look so solemn, hunched over with his hands in his hair. The Cajun sat beside him, clapping a hand to his back he said, Too early for ya? Kurt looked up, startled, and attempted a smile, Oh, guten morgen, Remy. I wonder why, Wade laughed. He'd let Bobby notice the bruises decorating his ass on his own. Standing up, he located his pants and pulled them on, underwear be damned. Wade patted down his pockets and his hidden pockets to check that everything was there. You want breakfast, Blondie? he asked over his shoulder, one hand on the door. Kurt sighed and shook his head, Remy, mein fruend, I normally vould not bozer you, aber...I saw Ho-Lucille down here. --- I don't care, Bobby mumbled. Just hurry back. Remy raised a brow. An' that gon' made you sad? Here, Gambit thought you liked her. --- Or what? Wade teased. You'll miss me? I do, Kurt sighed. A lot. But, she ignored me. --- I wanna talk with you, Bobby shifted, his ass muscles shifted as well in plain sight as he settled better on his stomach. Dat spells trouble, Remy nodded. Is there something you done ta make yuh cher upset? B'cuz ya know love don't work without apologies. --- Wade looked back and then turned around, leaning on the door. He crossed his arms over his chest casually. Food can wait. Kurt bit his lip. She looked like she had been crying, und vhen I tried to talk to her, she pulled away und left. She even called me 'Professor'. He looked to Remy anxiously, She doesn't call me zat in private anymore. I am afraid Deimos has said somezing to her, but I'm not sure vhat exactly it vas. It could have been about my blunder or perhaps even Vanda... --- Are you sure? Bobby rose a brow, he shifted once more, his legs heavy but restless. Because I'm obviously not going anywhere. What was dis 'blunder' anyhow? Remy drawled, pulling out his pack of cards. Remy's heard it from Bobby an Wilson but don't know what went down. --- I told ya, Blondie, Wade crossed the room, stretching himself back out on the bed, Wolvie's gonna come beat my ass sooner than later. His hand ran slowly down Bobby's Bobby, from shoulder to thigh. And I need to be ready to run, the merc smirked, rubbing the smooth skin over Bobby's sit bones. He distantly wondered if he'd ever be allowed to beat that skin into rich red welts. Maybe with a belt, followed by his bare hand. So talk. Kurt groaned, It vas my turn to check on ze students, but I vas delayed because I vas talking vith Vanda. I allowed myself to get sidetracked. --- Bobby hummed from Wade's touch. His mind quickly filling in an imagination of the merc slipping a dry finger down his crack before shoving it brutally up his ass. He shuddered, terrified he was thinking like this. Um, last night... Den what? Remy shuffled his cards one handed. --- Mm-hm, Wade hummed, squeezing and releasing handfuls of Bobby's thigh. Was a lot of fun, he finished for the other, he hand stroking over the blonde's bruised cheeks before going back to massaging a thigh. Zere vas a quake. It caused loose boulders to fall und create a rockslide. Some of ze children fell into ze stream vile running. Zey did not have zeir powers at ze time. Vade Vilson of all people saved zem. --- Bobby waved away the other's hand as he spoke, I'm trying to say something. I...enjoyed it... the blonde flushed. But...ever since you manipulated and seduced me...it's just gonna take time to get used to. Ah. Remy mindlessly waterfalled his cards from one hand to the other. So you think the petit cher is mad b'cuz ya weren't there when son frere needed ya. Wilson, da ol' fool, mentioned something like that. The cards waterfalled themselves back up, against gravity. Now, I don' know if this has anything to do wich'ya, but Gambit walked into a fight yesterday 'tween Deadpool 'un le frere. They was gettin reckless so I sent Wilson on 'is way. Maybe cher upset 'bout that 'ole mess, too. --- Manipulated? Wade repeated, sounding horrified. Blondie, how could you? To accuse me, Deadpool, of all people! Of manipulating someone for my own gain? I- I never. He smacked Bobby's ass to punctuate his words, Never! Then a single finger slid over angry skin and into the valley of his crack. Seduction, however.... Mein Gott, Kurt murmured. He ran a hand through his hair. I vas vorried Deimos mentioned Vanda to her. --- Manipulation is the perfect word, Bobby waved Wade's hand away for the third time after flinching away from the smack. And stop hitting! It hurts! Mon ami, Remy shook his head, does petit cher seem the jealous type to you? Non, I'm sure. The Witch has nothin' t'do wit' this. --- But your ass bounces so cutely Wade giggled. And turns so red! The merc refrained from another slap, but just barely. One day he was going to leave welts of a perfect hand print in those cheeks, but not today. You were saying something about being helpless to my powers of seduction? PICTURE SCREENSHOT TEXT HERE Kurt changed topics too quickly for the slow talking Cajun to give his opinion, but Remy supposed it didn't matter. Only his pride was injured, he drawled. But it seemed Wade went an' broke somethin a'his - jewelry, maybe? Da kid was mighty upset 'bout tha 'ole thing. --- You sure did, Blondie, Wade beamed. He rolled halfway on top of the other, forcing his arms between Bobby's chest and the mattress to to hug him tightly. And it was sooooo hot Kurt rubbed at his chin, Jewelry? I have never seen wear any. But, Lucille might know if zey both wear it. You didn't talk to him? --- You're heavy, Bobby grumbled, but did not remove his face from the pillow. Remy just shrugged, a card dancing through his fingers. I tried, mon ami, but da boy just walked off. An' I had my own cheri to see. --- All muscle, Blondie, Wade chuckled, flexing as he nuzzled his face against every part of Bobby he could reach. Everybody does weird stuff when they're horny - just ask Petey! Kurt blanched, So nobody talked to him? --- Bobby huffed, Well, I'm not used to it. The blonde tried to glance up, Just give me some time and...bring Parker over. Whatever you want, baby boy, Wade hummed, his nuzzling turned into kissing Bobby's shoulders and neck. He is just going to love you. --- Mah Marie sent a message to your doctor McCoy, but Remy was a little distracted las' night to follow up, he smiled sheepishly. That sounded funny to Bobby. All of this sounded funny to him. He always saw Parker as the Don't touch me sort. To hear that he does the same if not worse things as Bobby has done with Wade is shocking. The blonde sighed at the kisses, then he chuckled, I think I'm already getting uses to this a little. --- Kurt sighed. He couldn't be mad at Remy, especially when it made his sister so happy. Vell, I cannot see Hank leaving Deimos alone. He looks after ze boy und is closet vith him zan anyone else. But, he must have been upset enough for Holly to wake up. Und, now she is mad at me. How am I suppose to apologize if she vill not speak to me? Good, Wade mumbled, slowly covering every inch of Bobby's skin with hot, soft kisses. The more you do it, the more normal it'll be, he smirked against a shoulder blade. --- Slipping his cards back into his pocket, Remy stood. He patted Kurt's back once, heading for the fridge. You're a smart man, the thief assured him. Remy knows you'll figure it out. Pulling a cold pear out, he raised a brow. Why does everyone 'round here put such weird stuff in the 'fridgerator? he muttered to himself, taking a bite anyway. He turned back to Kurt, leaning against the counter as he chewed. Remy also knows that all dem mademoiselles 'preciate flowers. Bobby grunted, shifting to get comfortable beneath the other, Y'know...I've never told anyone before... --- But, how vill flowers get her to talk to me? If she von't let me near her? Wade hummed into the strong muscles beneath him before saying with a smirk, Told anyone what? Your middle name? --- Use your imagination, Remy encouraged. Deliver 'em wit' a message. Leave dem in her room for her. He pointed a gloved finger at Kurt. If you like de petit cher, you'll figure it out. Not that, Bobby snorted. I have never told anyone...how long it took me to get comfortable with sex with girls. --- Kurt fiddled his fingers, biting his lip. It's hard. Ve are in ze zird quarter of school. She is still my student und if I gave her something...it could not be somezing of ze romantic nature. He sighed a laugh, Did I tell you she made a vood carving of me for Christmas? I still have it. In my room. At this, Wade actually stopped. I don't think you told me that, either. --- Remy thinks any gifts between loves are of tha' romantic type, he informed Kurt. 'Specially somethin dat personal. But I see what you sayin. There are lotsa ways to say sorry that don' involve words. Bobby laughed, Because I have never told anyone ever. --- Vhat if... Kurt was suddenly shy. I made something for her? Wade rested a cheek against Bobby's back. You sure you aren't gay, Ice? Or at least something other than straight? Makes no difference to me, but yeesh. --- Remy chuckled. Then ya'd still be deep in romance territory, mon ami. But Remy'd bet good money she'd love it. Dunno, Bobby sighed. Definitely not gay, though. I enjoy my time with women. It just took a whole month before I could touch Kitty after our first time. Maybe it was because I didn't have sex until I was twenty. But physically intimate stuff just felt foreign so it scared me for a long time. --- Kurt's tail twitched, even wagged, as he thought of something, I zink I know vhat I can do. He beamed, Danke schn, mein fruend. That's weird, Blondie. Wade was always so sympathetic. Guess it's a good thing I leave you alone for a while after. --- Remy bowed his head briefly. Remy LeBeau, always at your service. Bobbu shrugged, Maybe, maybe not. If touch is never there, I can't ever get used to it, right? --- Kurt stood, Danke, Remy, really. Oh, und, as always, if you get Rogue pregnang, by ze brozerly code, I vill have to tear you down. Wade grinned, going back to nuzzling the back and sides of Bobby's neck. Are you saying you want me to hang around more, Blondie? --- Remy just laughed. I would accept my death wit honor. Not saying that, Bobby stated. If you were here more I would be fired for not showing up for class. --- Kurt beamed, waved, then ported away. See? Wade laughed, kissing the top of Bobby's spine. It's not manipulation if you can't resist me Wrong, Bobby snorted. It's manipulation because I can't resist you. So you admit you can't resist me? Bobby pressed up with his back, chuckling he replied, Manipulation, right there. Wade kissed down Bobby's spine with a low hum. So, he started, if I brought Petey around, you'd be interested? Even if it was, mmmmm, next week, maybe? So long as it doesn't interfere with my work. I promised, regardless. Even if we wanted to do weird stuff? he chuckled. We did some pretty weird stuff last night. Bobby groaned, I still can't believe I...I've never pissed myself before... That was less pissing yourself, and more losing control. And let me tell you, he trailed his lips up to Bobby's ear, whispering, it was beautiful. One of Wade's arms inched out from underneath Bobby, his hand resting on the man's ribs. But if that's what you call weird, Blondie, you are in for a rude awaking. Every morning I wake up with you is rude, Bobby rebuttled. That was rude, Wade shot back, pinching skin between his teeth. Bobby grunted, Hey, no teeth. That's a shitty rule, Ice, Wade grumbled, but lapped at the spot in apology. If were going with 'no teeth', I think you should practice sucking my dick. If you're that picky, then practice sucking your own dick, Bobby replied. Been there, done that. It's not that great. Wade sighed onto the wet licks on Bobby's back. If you won't, maybe I should call Mickey up here - I'm sure she'd be happy to. Nope, Bobby didn't even flinch. I can't move. I don't want to be alone. I don't want Cassie here. So, too bad. Wade sat up, situating himself on Bobby's butt. Pretty sure my phone is.... he mumbled, patting his pockets until he found what he was looking for. Ah! Unlocking his phone, the merc laid himself back over top of the blonde, his elbows by Bobby's ears. Now, what should we say? Wade! Bobby tried to push up but his lower back hurt. He whined, Wade, please don't. Wade shushed him, grinning. It'll be fun! Don't you wanna see Mickey choking as I come down her throat? I sure do. Oh, I should just say that! he exclaimed happily, starting to type. This may come as a surprise to you, but I do not want to watch one of my best friends sucking dick. That does surprise me, Wade nodded, not that Bobby could see him, as he continued to type. Since you're cool watching Petey do it. Parker isn't one of my best friends. Fucking each other'll get you there pretty quick, Wade told him, believe me. Why do you think me and Mick are BFFLs? But Cassie is my friend now. I don't need to fuck her or watch you fuck her, Bobby was exasperated. What if I want her to watch me fuck you? One of the few things she can't have. Wade buried his face in Bobby's hair for a moment, kissing his scalp. My beautiful blonde, just out of her reach. I would love that. Bobby shook his head. I give up. You're fucking insane. So that's a yes? Wade asked with some excitement. I agree to nothing, Bobby stated firmly. That's too bad, Wade chucked the phone off to the side somewhere, because I already sent the text. He wriggled on top of Bobby like he was trying to burrow into the other's skin. Oh, I hope Wolvie comes up, too. Wouldn't that be fun I draw the line on Logan, Wade, the blonde snapped. And, get off. You're hurting me. You don't want that massive Wolverine cock tearing your ass apart? he asked with complete innocence. He slid off to the side and pulled Bobby on top of him so they were stomach to stomach. Bobby grunted at being moved, and again as he felt the rough texture of Wade's pants against his sensitive exposed genitals. No, I like my ass just the way it is. Can't say I disagree, Blondie, Wade chuckled, planting a kiss on his forehead. But a man can dream, can't he? You live in a fantasy land, Bobby smirked before pecking the other on the lips. Wade sighed a happy grin on his face. If only you knew, Blondie. If only you knew.... --- Cassie was still asleep in Logan's arms when her phone chimed. She reached for it blindly, finding it after a few tries, and winced when the bright screen attacked her sleepy brain. It was a text from Willie. - Come wash the sheets plz? Blondie's self conscious Bobby rolled his eyes, but said nothing as he simply rested his forehead against the other's shoulder. --- No, Logan murmured as he squeezed Cassie tight Wade's hands wandered down Bobby's sides, occasionally pinching gently and tickling, hoping to make the blonde squirm. --- Cassandra relaxed into Logan's touch and putting her phone face down on the bed. She'd happily do the dumbest shit for her friend, but it didn't even seem close to worth it right now. You know he's not going to leave me alone, she sighed, having no way of knowing that Wade's phone was currently out of his reach. Bobby didn't move his facd in its hiding spot, but his hands reaching behind him to smack away the mercenary. Wilson, he gave a gruff laugh that he was trying to suppress. ---- Logan nuzzled his face into her hair. He repeated, No. Undeterred, Wade just smirked and drummed his fingers at the base of Bobby's ribs. What's the matter Blondie? --- A sly smile spread over Cassie's face and could be heard in her voice, Make it worth my while to stay. Bobby nuzzled under Wade's chin, Just trying to get used to your body. --- Nipping atop an ear, Logan murmured into her ear, Wanna sit on my face? As cute as that was - Wade could just squeeze the life out this kid - it wasn't the reaction he was looking for right now. Good, good, he hummed, hands traveling lower, to Bobby's hips. Then his fingers danced up to to the soft curve where his ass began. --- Hell fucking yes! Cassie responded immediately as she sat straight up and twisted around to grin down at Logan. Bobby huffed as he realized what Wade was trying. The blonde slipped his fingers down the band of the merc's pants and frosted them there. --- Logan chuckled relaxing on his back, he shifted slightly to rid himself of any kinks in his spine then gestured for Cassie to go ahead. Hey, easy Blondie, Wade laughed, moving his hands up to the small of Bobby's back. I'm just tryna feel you up.! --- Cassie moved so her entire body was facing Logan and leaned down to kiss him, tucking her hair behind an ear. It never ends just there, Bobby spoke warily as he removed his hands from the other. --- Logan hummed, kissing her, molding his lips against hers. He reached down and out, smacking a hand sharply against her ass. The wolverine mumbled between their kiss, C'mon. Up. Because you never want it to, Wade reminded him cheekily. He really did want nothing more than to molest those adorable, abused buns, but if Bobby asked he would gladly give. Then they'd be stuck in the same cycle of 'love, regret, absolve, repeat'. Not that Wade minded. But Bobby did, so he stuck to smoothing his fingertips up and down the man's spine. --- Cassie squeaked, hips jerking forward, and she pulled away. Impatient, she tutted, moving one knee so she was on either side of the man's neck. Ah, Cass prompted, opening her mouth to show what she wanted Logan to mimick. At that, Bobby bit Wade's shoulder. He didn't confirm nor deny this. --- Logan parted his lips not even an inch apart. He teasingly stuck the tip of his tongue out, smirking playfully as he knew that wasn't what the woman wanted. Wade snorted at the blonde's reaction. Hey, Ice, he started to ask, fingers steadily dipping lower once more, you ever been spanked? --- Cassie stroked some fingers under the man's chin, shaking her head with a smile, before swiping the pad of her thumb over the tip of Logan's tongue. She dipped her thumb into his barely open mouth and waited, the rest of her fingers scratching gentle at his jaw. Bobby frowned, Even if I wanted to try that out as an adult I already told you that my ass hurts enough as it is. --- Without warning, Logan gripped Cassie and opened his mouth wide. He placed her just right and slid the point of his tongue from bottom of her vag to the tip of her clit before suckling harshly. That didn't have to mean now, Wade rolled his eyes. His hands settled lightly over Bobby's pert cheeks, not moving. I'm just asking questions, Blondie. --- Oh, FUCK. Cassie's eyes shot open and her thighs clamped around the wolverine's head. Her hands had flown to the headboard where she kept a white-knuckle grip and panted, Fucking.... Christ, Logan! She shifted over top of him, thighs relaxing but toes curling. Jesus.... Fuck. One hand moved from the headboard to Logan's hair and tugged sharply as a small retaliation. You can't just do that. Bobby shifted a little, but he was getting so used to Wade's touch at this moment that he hardly noticed the hands on him. I can't be too sure with you, the blonde shrugged. --- Logan winced, growling into her flesh and pressing his palms against the bottom of her ass, smacking back lightly. His suckling was in rapid motions before he drew them out. Suckling harsher and harsher until he couldn't hold it and he had to start over. The wolverine gave a shake of his head, jostling the sensitive skin and smacking both cheeks, again. There's no fun in being predictable. Wade smoothed his hands down to the tops of Bobby's thighs, then back up to his butt. He squeezed lightly, not enough to anger the bruises that were already there - he just wanted to feel the give beneath his fingers. But I'll always talk to you, Blondie. Elaborate, or what-fucking-ever. Just ask. --- Whining, Cassie rested her forehead against the back of the hand that was on the headboard. Her other hand held firm in Logan's hair but wasn't pulling anymore, just the occasional unconscious twitch. It took serious effort to stay still but she couldn't stop the small, reflexive jerks of her hips away from his mouth and hands. She panted hotly, the infrequent curse and quiet moan dropping from her lips. Every so often she'd forget where she was and grind her hips down hard, choking on a breath with the shock it sent up her spine. Logan... Logan... yes, God, Cassie whimpered a familiar chant. Bobby's lips twitched into a smile for a second and nothing more. He hid his eyes into the other's shoulder, his hands reaching under the pillow beneath Wade's head as he stretched and settled where his bones laid. --- Logan gripped Cassie's hips, holding her above him as he tore his mouth from her. The flat of his tongue slipped across her vaginal cannal before stiffening and thrusting into her. He hummed at her taste, then pulled back to lap at her clit. You're so cute, Blondie, Wade murmured into soft hair, pulling and gripping at the skin under his hands. Betcha never had any girl take care of ya like this, hm? --- With Logan holding her still, Cassie was free to try an squirm, knowing full well that she couldn't move an inch. Her opening fluttered and her entire body clamped down on nothing. Her toes curled and uncurled repeatedly, feet flexing. Cassandra pushed up, more in an effort to test Logan's control rather than get away his dominance and her helplessness was a huge turn on. And still she begged for nothing in particular as her core slowly tightened, Logan.... Logan, please. Ha... oh, God, please. Bobby gripped at Wade's wrists as he replied, Well, Kitty used to let me rest my head on her stomach. She would pet my hair and it felt so nice. --- A thick finger slipped in, curling and rubbing in furious small circles as Logan worked his lips and tongue harder, faster around Cassie. The suction from the back of his mouth drawing in his cheeks as breathed heavily from his nose. Gently, Wade pulled one hand from Bobby's grasp and brought it up to run through his hair. Yeah? he hummed, alternating between massaging the blonde's scalp in small circles and combing his fingers through the hair. His other hand had stilled over a pale globe, but didn't draw away. What else? --- Her breathe came in hitched little gasps until Cassie stopped breathing all together. Her hips twitched and rolled one... two... three times before she let out a long, shuddering sigh. The muscles around Logan's finger gripped hard then released, fluttering and dancing around him. Don't stop, she breathed, legs trembling. Not yet. Bobby snorted, his grip relaxing as he murmured, If she was in the right mood, she would let me eat her out. --- Logan pulled back, blowing cool air onto Cassie's exposed underside as he thrusted a second finger to grind against her spot. He glanced up, trying to see her eyes, Bark for me, Lassie. Bark like the bitch you are. Wade chuckled, trying not to jostle the blonde. Who needs to be in the 'right mood' for that? He pulled on Bobby's hair slowly and just firm enough to stimulate his scalp. Bet you were good at it, though. --- Cassie gasped, then moaned quietly as she squirmed, fingers tightening in Logan's hair. Fuck you, she snapped, though it didn't come out all that threatening, as her cheeks turned pink. Bobby's eyes fluttered closed as he let go of Wade, his hands finding their spot beneath the pillow once more. I like to think the ladies leave my bed satisfied. --- That's my little bitch in heat, Logan grinned, his arm moving in quick jerks as he thrusted his thick digits. Wanna see you dance on my fingers, Lassie. I know I do, Wade teased him. He drummed his fingers on one of Bobby's cheeks, loving the way they bounced. His other hand continued to play with the man's hair. It was so silky, having no product in it after their shower last night, and slipped right through his fingers. I can't decide which way I like you more, Blondie clean or dirty. --- She bit her bottom lip, eyes closing, as the hand that was in Logan's locks joined her other one at the headboard to help steady herself. In careful control, Cassie lifted herself up and slowly came back down, too sensitive to match Logan's pace. The assault had her twitching harder and more frequently, her legs, her arms, hips, thighs. She whimpered every time his fingers brushed a certain spot and chewed her lip til it bled to keep from crying out. Well, I enjoy being clean, Bobbh answered, his hands digging under the pillow to fit beneath Wade's head, enjoying the pressure and not caring if it bothered the mercenary. --- Don't do that, Logan reached up to tug on her jaw. Don't damage my beautiful lips. He twisted his wrist and his thumb rubbed against her clit. Wade tugged on Bobby's hair lightly. And I enjoy you covered in sweat and tears and piss and jizz, he replied, eloquent as always. He bent his head up to kiss the top of the blonde's own, But this is nice, too. --- No! Cassie yelped, jerking away from Logan's thumb. Unfortunately for her, the action caused his fingers to hit hard against her G-spot and she crumpled with a low moan, leaning heavily against the headboard. The woman's eyes were screwed shut and she was breathing hard, body shaking faintly. Bobby nuzzled into Wade's chest, Good thing your opinion doesn't matter. --- Logan slipped his fingers from her, his hand on her hip allowing Cassie to sit on his chest. He languidly lapped up the fluid that dripped down to his knuckles. His nose was filled with her scent to the point it was neartly euphoric. Wade pinched the ass cheek under his hand in response. That's rude. Maybe Petey'll teach you some manners, too, he smirked. --- Keeping her hands where they were, Cassie eventually cracked an eye, and a smile. I didn't say you could stop, she murmured, only half serious. Bobby stiffened, his asscheeks clenching and he frowned. Though, the corners of his mouth were curved to show the hint of a playful smile. Moving his hand from beneath the pillow, the blonde froze his hand and in turn gripped the back of Wade's neck. --- Logan smirked. He adjusted Cassie further down his chest and gripped her knees. The wolverine parting her already spread thighs wider to fully display her. You want more, you're gonna have to do it yourself. With a surprised grunt, Wade lifted his head to escape Bobby's cold touch. It is so unfair that you do that, Blondie, he scolded, sounding almost amused. And you don't even have a damn clue how cold it is. --- One hand behind her on Logan's stomach, Cassie dragged her other hand over his chest, through the dampness she'd left there, and up her own body to cup a breast. Maybe if you ask me nicely, she smiled, lips parting with a quiet sigh when she brushed her fingers over an already hard nipple. Bobby chuckled, lifting up a bit, but not completely as he laid his palms on Wade's bare abdomen hands still frozen. --- Logan's smirk grew, he reached behind her and stroked himself. You're the one wanting more. Ah, hey! Wade snatched Bobby's wrists, lifting them off his skin. I've been nice to you all morning, Blondie, and this is how you repay me? he pouted. Guess I won't make that mistake again. --- Cassie stretched her arms over her head, pushing her chest forward. I'm good, then, she hummed. She ran her hands through her hair before skimming them down her breasts and stomach and finally her thighs, still spread wide for Logan. She had already come for Logan's mouth, anything else was just extra. Can't handle teasing? Bobby grinned, leaning forward and poking his nose to the other's. --- Logan licked his lips as he stroked himself harder but languid. Spread yourself for this old man? Let me see that tight hole. That's not teasing, Wade argued. He stuck his tongue out then quickly pulled it back it, realizing Bobby could freeze it. That's just destroying my skin cells. And I should know what that feels like. He looked at Bobby seriously, It doesn't feel nice. --- Smile returning, one of Cassie's hands trailed up the inside of her thigh. She pressed her palm against her mound before slipping two fingers between her folds, rubbing slowly before scissoring them and separating the swollen lips. Cassie's unoccupied hand gripped her thigh tightly. She watched Logan's eyes even as a blush covered her skin. Bobby pouted, ice disappearing as he murmured, Well, sorry. --- Logan inhaled, his body shaking as he pumped himself a little faster. His eyes trailed up, taking in everything as he stated, You're the most fucking stunning creature I've ever seen. Wade kissed the back of one of Bobby's hands. Light touches, baby boy, he instructed. That shit hurts. --- Smile growing, Cassie bit her lip shyly. Her free hand came to tease her clit and she shuddered. Only when I'm like this? Edging her hand lower, she let a finger disappear inside, quickly following it by a second. Her folds were still being held open when she stretched her entrance, too, breath catching in her throat. I thought you liked pain, the blonde stuck his tongue out. --- Naw, Logan shook his head. He grinned, looking back down heatedly at her core. This doesn't hurt, though. Wade reached out, pretending like he was going to pinch Bobby's tongue. Not when we're like this. And if you get to freeze me, I should get to grope that tight little ass of yours, he grinned. --- Opening herself wider, Cassie smirked. If Logan had been meeting her eyes she would've winked. As it was, she arched her back and gasped. Oh, Logan, she moaned out softly, you're so big. I don't think I can take you. Her eyes closed, jaw going slack as she stretched further. Oh, God, I'm just so full Logan. I- I can't. You're too much! You've been doing that anyway! --- Logan growled. He gripped under both of her knees before he shoved forward, Cassie on her back as he towered over her. He pressed her knees to her shoulders, his mouth on her neck and the tip of his weeping erection rubbing against her labia. Want me to put it in? he whispered. No, Wade's hands moved to cup Bobby's ass, this is groping. He punctuated his words with a hard squeeze, pulling Bobby higher on his body a few inches as his thumbs dipped into the crack displayed for him. The merc grabbed at two handfuls, digging his nails in, before releasing and repeating his actions. See? he smirked. Big difference. --- Yes, please, the woman breathed, a tight grip on the back of his neck and bicep. Please, fuck me hard Logan, Cassie begged. I wanna come on your cock. I want you to fill me up. Bobby's legs inadvertantly spread, his knees on either side of Wade's hips and digging into the mattress. Bobby twisted, grunting, and gripped at the merc's wrists, I get it! --- Without hesitating, Logan speared through. In a second he was buried to his base before his hips snapped into a hurried pace. Wanna come on you, he purred, nuzzling under her chin. Wanna come in you. I know Wade giggled, not letting go of his reddening prize while he pinched and pulled. But I just can't stop messing with it! --- Yeah, Cassie breathed, raising her hips to meet his thrusts. Yeah. Mmmmnnn, fuck! Her eyes squeezed closed, head tilting back as she arched her spine off the bed. Wilson, Bobby groaned, but as he squirmed, his sensitive nude genitals rubbed agaist the fabric of Wade's pants. The blonde bit the inside of his bottom lip. --- Come soon, yeah? Logan kept her close as he thrusted. Faster and faster, hard but only as hard as her body could withstand so be wouldn't harm her. Something wrong, Blondie? Wade taunted, nuzzling the other as he kept up his unwelcome attack. Because this end isn't complaining! --- No, she panted. Can't. Fuck! So close. Cassie whined wordlessly, the hand on Logan's arm gripping tight. It sure as hell is! Bobby snipped, clawing at Wade's hands. Then he whined out, Wade stopped. --- Logan huffed, panted into her ear before nipping it. Then, he bit down into her shoulder just enough to get a reaction, but not enough to hurt her. He kissed her jaw, his hips snapping faster, and whispered, Let loose, Cassandra. Surprisingly, the mercenary complied instantly. His strong arms wrapped around Bobby's middle, holding him close. I'm sorry Blondie, Wade chuckled, but you're just so cute! How can you except me to control myself? --- Moaning, Cassie raked her fingers down the man's bicep, leaving long red scratches in her wake. Fuck, Logan. Yes, yes, she chanted, teetering on the edge. Bobby scoffed. Just... he was starting to get a little nervous as there was a dull buzzing in his loins. Just let me go so I can sleep. I'm done talking for now and you wanted to get breakfast. --- Cassie, he growled. I need you to come for me. Come and squeeze me. Milk me. Aw, but you're so snuggly! Wade protested, pulling Bobby up even further to bury his face in the blonde's neck. I dun wanna. --- That was all it took. Obediently, Cassie came - hard. She moaned his name as every inch of her body tried to become one with Logan's. Her hot core clamped down impossibly tightly, muscles rippling as it tried to draw the man further inside than physically possible and maybe even suck out his soul while he was down there. Bobby pressed on Wade's chest, squirming, Your body heat is rising. It's getting hot. Let go. --- Logan loved the scent of her climax. He shuddered, body tightening, and he was soon to follow. His hips twitched and rolled as his string of resolve broke. A deep gutteral moan in his throat while he panted in Cassie's ear. Noooo, Wade whined, rolling them both onto their sides and wrapping his legs around Bobby's. Snuggle time. Petey was going to have a lot to teach the blonde, Wade decided. --- A second wave hit Cassandra as Logan filled her with white heat. She sobbed once, wrapping an arm over Logan's shoulder to keep him close as she shook through what was essentially her third orgasm. Cassie pulled on the black hair she'd tangled her fingers in. Oh, God, Logan, she gasped. Bobby groaned. It was really hot between them, but he knew it wasn't because Wade's body temp was rising... --- The wolverine sighed. He pulled out and landed on his side, pulling Cassie close and burying his face into her hair. Not God, he breathed. You're so warm and cuddly, Blondie, Wade hummed. It's not like you --- Cassie gave a weak laugh. Ass, she mumbled, smiling and tangling her legs with Logan's, pressing herself as close to him as she could get. Empty, she complained, face buried in his chest. Bobby tried to unhinge his legs from the other as he responded, Well, I don't feel cuddly anymore, because the warm one is you. --- Logan snorted, Your ass is empty? He slipped a hand down her back and gripped a cheek. I can fix that. Stop squirmin' Blondie, Wade scolded playfully, ignoring the other's objections. You're gonna get me hard. --- Cassie giggled, wriggling in his grasp. Something like that. A hand snuck it's way down and started to stroke him slowly. Bobby stilled, not even looking the man in the eye. --- Hey, Logan gripped Cassie's wrist, just relax. Still early in the morning. Don't need to do everything at once. Better. Wade snuggled up for the last time, resting his chin on top of Bobby's head. He inhaled deeply. You're bigger than Petey, he mumbled. --- Cassie gave a puppy whine, I want you in. Please?