Ich bin deinen Ficken-Partner
That morning, Logan woke up uncomfortably hot and horny. He sat up and felt the fog his heat created in his mind begin to form, that instinct to just be bred was so strong during this time. The worst part of it all was Wade wasn't next to him, that pissed him off and also worried him. Did Wade leave him because he was too much for Wade? Negative thoughts flooded his mind before he decided fuck it, and used his nose to find Wade. Their whole apartment reeked of Wade's scent, sweet with hints of gunpowder, cum, and dried blood. Getting out of the bed was a bit hard, but he needed Wade more than anything right now.
Meanwhile, Wade had woken an hour earlier and decided to spend some time doom scrolling. He'd sent Al away for a few days to do whatever blind old ladies with coke addictions do with a thousand dollars from their mercenary roommates do. Mary Puppins had been dropped off with Vanessa and now all Wade had to do was wait for Logan to wake up and be horny. Sadly, Wade Wilson wasn't good at waiting, at all.
Logan growled as he left the room and sniffed for Wade, Wade's scent was intoxicating to Logan, especially now he was in heat. Walking into their living room, Logan found what he'd been searching for. Wade was laying down on the floor and staring at his phone, looking bored and Logan pounced. He caged Wade with his arms on the carpet and Wade looked up at the older man. "Hey Peanut," Wade smirked through his words. "You horny now?" Logan nodded and buried his face in Wade's neck, biting around, making marks that healed over and disappeared instantly. "Okay baby," Wade sighed and slid between Logan's arms and sat up. "Time for Daddy to dick you down.
Wade picked up Logan and brought him to their room, "Yes I can lift the Wolverine." Wade set Logan down on their bed and went to take off his own clothes. "Strip baby, we're gonna go 'til nightfall, and probably after that."