The way he wants

The scariest thing was that he wasn't joking. Pietro could feel it in all the neurons of his brain, as if he was being shot in the head every second. When Logan was the first to admit his sympathy, even the very air around them was shocked, the whole planet was completely shaken out of shame, and Mercury almost fell off it. How could he possibly fall, damn it... probably just because he felt the same way. And did he need confirmation?.. It wasn't that he was more afraid of it than he wanted to be. Wolverine was as confused as he was, and the thought of such a thing made his body burn as if he had been hit by a flamethrower. It's a familiar but also frightening feeling. The withered skin peels off, the meat is torn and drips off in a black mess... although, this is worse. Logan and Pietro were sitting on the dusty wreckage of a building, in the flickering shadow. The first was passively smoking, the second was swinging his legs. No one said a word, but they just wanted to open their mouths and yell at each other, but not aggressively, but rather desperately. It's been so long, and they've been in the same noble shit for so long, that they've become like brothers in arms who can cover each other's backs, and then there were too many conversations like this alone, a common understanding, Logan tried to support him, but Quicksilver didn't resist. He lacked tenderness. Ever since Wanda died. He didn't want to admit that sometimes he just wanted to be petted, without words, but Wolverine understood him, as if mentally. He will take you by the shoulder, then pick you up in his arms when he is not in the resource, then, without sparing himself, he will share the food. The usual display of care?.. But it was unbearably expensive for Pietro. It was closer to his heart than he thought. Logan is the same... and the truth is, at first he saw it as an act of support, and then he couldn't help but do it. He felt a strange sense of protection, of companionship, deeper than he probably needed to... This boy... man... lost his sister because of all this, suffered for years, but never forgot about him, as if he were fulfilling a sacred duty from year to year. And Wolverine had never let anyone get so close to being treated with such care... considering that he's been a tree for twenty years... In general, they both knew it, but no one wanted to admit it. And after Wolverine made the first move, Quicksilver just sat in a stupor, not knowing what to say... more precisely, he knew, but his ears were burning from this desire. Like a boy's. After such an awkward silence, he said hoarsely and strangled, as if he was being strangled.: "I... you... also..." "Gods, Pietro..." - Logan rolled his eyes in annoyance and threw the finished cigarette down the hole. - "Don't tell me if you don't want to." "Don't shut me up! I might..." Quicksilver stood up indignantly, frowning, his fingers trembling slightly. Logan didn't have time to react, as someone else's lips captured him in a kind of clumsy, stuffy kiss that looked more like a ragged one than a passionate one. Wolverine unexpectedly accepted this with tenacity, as an attack, because if he needed to prove something, he had no equal in this. And his vast experience was not long in coming. Perhaps he became even more assertive, making the kiss open and too deep, biting gently, and his fangs were not bad, and penetrating inside with his tongue, but Pietro dismissed the first thought that it was too vulgar for his injured body. He initiated it himself, and he's paying the price. And they kiss like teenagers at the prom, almost eating each other in an attempt to show how sensual each of them really is. In such matters, Logan did not like foreplay, he always aspired to an animal impulse, a passion was bursting inside him, ancient, primitive, chthonic, like a natural cataclysm. Something that cannot be contained. Personally, Pietro did not enjoy sex in the usual human sense, because when he was aroused, the speed worked even against him, and despite the fact that the partner felt only pain for a second, Quicksilver himself, without receiving feedback in real time, as if he was having sex with a log, and this emotionally broke him down. But here... was there something else?.. Wolverine broke off the kiss to catch his breath, burying his forehead in the forehead of the speedster, they sat and breathed like this, roughly, unbridled, as if they had just fought. Logan's hands at first tentatively reached under Pietro's T-shirt, slowly, as if he was afraid of scaring a bird. Quicksilver suddenly hissed and shuddered, as if the touch had burned him, but... He could probably stand it because they were Wolverine's fingers. And they definitely won't hurt him. Big, rough hands wrapped around his torso and protruding femur. Wolverine tsked, his eyes darkened for a few seconds, as if he was doused with a whiff of past longing. "If it were possible, I wouldn't let you starve." Pietro smiled bitterly, he hated to feel the skin on his ribs tighten when he breathed, as if on the rings of a barrel. He had never been in such terrible shape before, but the local situation was so terrifying that there was nothing else to do. He was wasting himself. Logan shook his head, pushing away the disturbing thoughts that had pierced his brain like frosty needles, and again firmly grabbed Mercury by his sunken sides, hot, silent breath fanned his neck and bit him, for some reason he wanted to pour Pietro inside himself, into safety, though shaky, the weathered skin drove him crazy to a quiet moaning. But he didn't moan, he was shy and swallowed, although everything inside was shaking shallowly and filthily from the feeling of trapped emotions. "Fuck... Logan..." – Quicksilver let out a trembling, stuttering exhale, at first he panicked from touching, breathing, someone else's body, but... he remembered that it was Wolverine, and his heart immediately felt better, as if something rotting and pounding with horror in his head had been torn out of his heart. He... may... Probably. No, he can. Not because he owes it to him, but because it's impossible to express everything that has been accumulating for so long and weighing down his soul with a ton of regret and dry tears... otherwise. He doesn't just respect him. He's closer to him than a brother in arms. Logan continued to nibble and kiss his shoulders and neck, his fangs leaving small wounds on the thin pale skin. A pair of strong hands quickly took Quicksilver by his skinny hips and pushed him onto Wolverine's lap, trying to pull him closer. "Wait, wait, ol' man..." - Pietro croaked, a chill rolling down his temples from the stubborn suppression of the desire to just run away. He wasn't sure of anything they were doing now, he felt sick, black circles swam before his eyes. - "I can't do it.".. "You don't have to," - Wolverine growled into his neck with a condescending grin and gently lifted his thigh, pressing it between Pietro's legs. - "I'll do it myself." Quicksilver gasped from a ticklish, unfamiliar sensation, and all the heat rushed from his face to his groin, curling up there in a ball of nerves. He definitely didn't mind it. Especially if it causes... that kind of excitement. Logan unbuckled the belt on Pietro's jeans and threw it away with a clink, his hot hand crept down to the man's thigh and groin, as if testing the water and gently squeezing them. When Wolverine caught an awkward nod from the side, he realized that he could move on, and completely removed one side from the speedster's skin. Pietro either sighed or sobbed from the rush of emotions, the sensations pressed down on his head like a tombstone, causing his brain to flatten and tremble. He jerked his hip convulsively, and Wolverine intelligently moved his arm a little higher, attaching his other hand to it from the other side. "Not used to it?".. "I'm... just... Go on," - Quicksilver didn't want to answer this honestly, it would hurt his pride, irreparably, like a bullet in the skull. It's strange to be afraid of this, he's an adult, but... It had been too long since he had felt someone else's hands on him, especially someone who was so close to him. Catastrophically close. It's like... breakthrough. Which he wanted to commit, to the point of grinding his teeth. Logan indulged him in this endeavor, especially since they understood each other, and he did not know how to express it otherwise than... to act. The Canadian gently lowered Pietro onto his back, they rolled off the wall onto the concrete floor, his hands crawled under his T-shirt, and the speedster shook it off himself so that it wouldn't get in the way. He was starting to hate how slow everything was going, even though that was exactly what he wanted... his body is not ready for such an emotional overload. But... too much for everything else. Wolverine nuzzled Pietro's smooth, ribbed sternum, inhaling his subtle, dusty scent. He wanted to protect this paper skin, to give her peace of mind and all the boiling feelings that he experienced himself, to pamper her to perfection. Logan ran his tongue over Quicksilver's breast, ending at the tip of her nipple. A soft animal-like rumble accidentally escaped from his throat. "You... Do you want to eat me or fuck me?.." - Pietro muttered, hiding a groan of pleasure behind his displeasure. The heat and moisture rolling down his ribs caused him to explode from the inside like a billion atomic bombs at once, so that a scarlet light blurred his eyes...He was suddenly getting used to it. His body was strangely cared for, his screaming need for attention was taken care of. It was as if he suddenly felt himself enveloped in a soft heat that relaxed him and gave him a true sense of security. And... the feeling that he had really surrendered to someone. Not just as a guy who can run fast. Like something more than everything he did put together. Accepting this compliance, Logan switched his bites and kisses to Pietro's chest, his breath steaming over the edges of his ribs. He took one of the nipples in his mouth and licked it with the tip of his tongue, testing Pietro for sensitivity. – Mgh... Pietro arched up instinctively, like a cat before a race, his breath stuck in his throat, as if a membrane had been placed there, preventing these strange vulgar sounds from passing through. A bolt of conflicting emotions shot through his body. Is it worth showing that he is shocked and high from this, or... His cock responded for him, pulling at the fabric of his underpants, throbbing and swelling as if against his will. Her body was yielding, even though her thoughts were tired of resisting what was going on between them. "There's nothing to even grab onto..." – Wolverine ran two hands over the speedster's chest, panting heavily, and pressed his nipples with his thumbs. - "Damn, we'll do it again when you get fat." "It sounded like... offense..." - Pietro bared his teeth, stung by this remark. He understood everything himself, but surely he can't just snap back to normal?.. Logan grinned at that, a little sly, uncharacteristically for himself. Such features only awoke in him with extreme frankness, as now, when they were lying almost naked on the floor of some building with broken walls, on rubble and whitewash. Wolverine carefully removed the other half of his jeans and underpants from Pietro's side, exposing his completely naked groin and gently trembling penis. The head is red, already swollen with transparent drops. You can see how the blood is pounding in the veins, widening their cords near the foreskin. "Not bad..." - Logan grabbed the device with his fingers, as if studying it, swung it a couple of times for fun, and Pietro felt like he'd been hit in the head with a cannon ball. "Ah-AH! Logan! Mmmm..." "Fuck... that much?.." - The Canadian snorted, raising his eyebrows, even more interested. "Don't do that... sharply..." - Quicksilver hissed, biting his fingers so as not to drop another series of small, heart-rending moans. His whole body tensed like one big, shaking muscle, and he felt his eyes tingle with tears. His body has experienced less overloads while running, but now... it's on a different level ALTOGETHER. The man just didn't expect it to be like this. "That's it, that's it, I'm sorry," - Wolverine scooped him up in his big fluffy arms and pressed his back against him. He buried his nose in the tender skin between my shoulder and neck, leaving a trail of warmth and his raspy breathing there. Logan... really didn't want to hurt him, but I couldn't help it. It was ingrained in his nature–violence, blood, fangs and claws. Like the roots of a tree that makes up his whole personality. He took Quicksilver by the thigh, stroking the inside without pressure. Pietro exhaled through his nose, relaxing a little in his arms, a respite after the start of this outrage and catharsis for both of them. "Okay...I'm... it's okay.".. – he swallowed nervously, his heart was beating in the sky, even faster than it usually beats. About ten thousand times. He wanted to. Really. Pietro gave himself this ultimatum – either you stop being afraid, or you'll blame yourself for the rest of your life, maybe not even for a long time. Even more so... It was worth it. Logan nodded in agreement, by the second phase his body was already so on fire that it would have burned them both if only he had dared to show this fire in full force. "Then let's go." He freed himself from his shirt, his fluffy chest leaned against Pietro's back, reverberating with the rumble of his breath and heart, like a freight train, big and loud. One of Logan's hands slowly went to Mercury's lower abdomen, fingers warm and rough, but driven only by emotion and passion, slowly began to massage the skin. The second palm freed Wolverine's penis, which was much more untidy, but no less tense, wide and heated like a fucking iron, the viscous transparent yarn spread along the bottom, and the man smeared the length with it, wincing at the excess touch. He was embarrassed to admit it, but in twenty years of being in a coma under a tree, it was his first arousal like this... in an intimate sense, and therefore every attempt to touch one's own dignity led to incomprehensible internal pain and tissue contraction. Unpleasant, but bearable. It was scary, though. "This guy misses the heat like hell..." - Logan took hold of one of Pietro's thighs, pulling him aside, and pushed his head inside. – "Shh..." The penetration was a breakdown for Quicksilver – his whole body trembled, his brain was inflamed with every nasty thought, a wave of gnawing, corruptible cold went down his spine. He thought for a moment that he was mistaken, but for some reason... everything collapsed in front of him, all this stuffiness, awkwardness, breathing, silence, the feeling of hands on himself... Pure pleasure spread through his body with something sickly sweet, gently and tremulously pulled into his heart and groin. Pietro just accepted that he liked it. They are not strangers, and Logan is almost protective of him, why should he suffer because of this?.. He's being taken care of. Love him. Like his sister used to love him. He had already forgotten what it was. And the sex?.. It's part of the process. At least... Now it's a way to show that they care about each other. Logan pushed further, and Quicksilver groaned a little in pain, bracing his hands on the floor to keep from falling face-first into it. "Ah..." "Does it hurt?.." - Logan stopped, letting him adjust. Not everyone could stand his size right away without preparation, but Pietro didn't seem to care. "Shut up..." - He fell with his chest on the concrete and his forehead on his hands, tears spreading in gray circles in the whitewash. He was already experiencing an orgasm he hadn't felt... your whole life?.. Wolverine took this as permission to act, knelt down, gripped Pietro's hip and lower abdomen tighter, and began to move. At first, half of it, then the whole length, in a slightly off rhythm, because I was adapting to the feeling... His stomach was sucking and his knees were cramping from the tender feeling of tight warmth all around him, heavily rocking his cock with the tight walls. "...ah... ah.".. Ah-ah-ah... Logan..." - Pietro breathed in between thrusts, his head going crazy from the fact that for the first time there was not an aggressive swarm of thoughts, but a ringing pink void of pleasure. Hot blue steam flew out of his mouth, mixing with saliva, which he licked from his teeth and did not have time to swallow, because his throat and adam's apple were trembling with a quiet cry of pain, and then satisfaction. Colored circles danced before my eyes, shaking from tears falling from sharp cheekbones in a fit of emotional storm. His body was twitching, his ribs were visibly rising from the pulse, which had merged into one continuous fat line, the fullness inside was pressing on his prostate, ticklish and annoying. Logan could feel his cock sliding and protruding under Mercury's stomach under his fingers. A lump of something unspoken and nervous rose up in my throat... It wasn't the size of Wolverine's device, of course, it was bulky, but... the way it felt... No, the next time will be only when he fattens it... "...ah... Logan... faster... please... p-l-e-a-s-e..." - Pietro croaked, almost pleadingly. He began to lack speed, even considering that he was in the receiving position and was not accelerating. He was too used to everything that went slowly in the world, but now... It was the first out-of-the-ordinary moment when Mercury wanted to fully experience everything as he wanted. As he needs it. Wolverine happily began to raise the stakes, he fell on him a little roughly, intercepted both of his hips and tilted his head back, breathing steadily so as not to get lost in his desperate course in search of release, which would take away this murderous unrelenting pain. "A-a-agh..." - he sank lower and, in a passionate, intimate feeling of fusion, bit Mercury by the shoulder, like a cat by the withers, restraining himself from falling into madness. Pietro screamed at the unexpected bleeding pain in his shoulder, but his body was already so hot that he did not notice it, the increased speed put him in a state of some kind of silent stupor. But when he got used to it, everything immediately turned into a rainbow of sensations striking his eyes, and the prayers of his body were heard. Quicksilver finished first, his insides were pushed to the limit, and he even felt tired (in this state, it happened to him more often than he would like. Logan followed ten seconds later, too caught up in the process to give up quickly. Pietro fell to the concrete, trying to muffle his sobbing breath and wipe the tears from his face. His hands were shaking a little, and everything inside felt warm, like white coals of fire, a little painful, but gentle and unctuous. I've never felt like this... alive, as it is now. Tired, exhausted. Present. Logan snorted like an animal, wiping sweat from his shiny forehead and trying to remove the hair stuck to his cheeks, his whole body was soaked, but pleasantly relaxed, as after a long fruitful run. They lay there, thinking about everything that had happened. Although... Is it necessary to think about what is already over?.. After all, they feel too good to judge themselves for weakness right now... well, no, not weakness. Showing love the way they can. Yes, like an animal. But it's closer than anything else. After a minute, Quicksilver said, "And... how does it feel to fuck bones?". "You're doing great," - Logan rolled over with a low grunt and hung heavily over him on all fours, his long greasy hair touching Quicksilver's face. – "I don't give a fuck what kind of skeleton you are on wheels, the main thing... in the other one." Quicksilver blushed childishly at being praised. He had never heard such a thing about his... experience, considering that it was his first time in forty years of his life... just the fact that he was able to make it pleasant, being on the bottom, and even more so to Logan... He made him damn proud of himself, as if something warm and airy and weightless had curled up inside him. It feels like it's going to fly. "Thank you..." - he's being taken care of." They love him. Even if he is... such a dork. Logan had seen that look of genuine happiness and recognition on Quicksilver's face, and that was all he needed. His strange sympathy, for which he was ready to rip his head off, was accepted and even... let him in for something more protective and penetrating... It's worth a lot. They trust him, they don't consider him an animal. At least someone needs him in this creepy dying world. With his wooden perception. Wolverine bent down and kissed Pietro on the lips, not as passionately as at first, not because he was exhausted from their stormy meeting. I just wanted to show once again that he was there and appreciated him. The usual touch, slightly wet, slightly trembling, slightly smelling of sweat. Pietro lifted his head in response, his thin, bony fingers wrapped around Logan's neck through his hair, pulling him closer and gratefully inclining him to more. They recoiled from each other, and a line of saliva ran between them, which the Canadian licked off. "We are such an..." "...idiots," - the speedster replied in unison with Logan, his heart felt better, as if the vice that bound her had parted and revealed something bright, touchingly deep and sincerely human. They both laughed at admitting it out loud. "DINNER-TIME!" - They were roused from their lovesick stupor by the displeased voice of Domino, who was tapping on a tin can with a spoon, attracting attention. - "IF NO ONE SHOWS UP IN TEN SECONDS, WADE AND I WILL EAT EVERYTHING OURSELVES!" Quicksilver and Wolverine looked at each other in fright and rushed to get dressed in clothes scattered on the floor, getting confused and cursing. It's better not to be late for lunch. And the rest can wait.