caught between the tides of pain and rapture
“Y’know… the ‘double-you’ for Wade but times three? Wade Winston Wilson. WWW. Triple-you!” Wade chatted endlessly, always about himself unless he could help it. He sipped at his coffee with his mask half pulled up to expose his mouth so he could consume his breakfast.
Marc didn’t mind, he mostly blanked him out but today was proving difficult as it had been a little while since they’d last hung out, let alone been intimate and his mind was entirely elsewhere. He sat opposite Wade at the dining table in the kitchen as the other man chirped away like a little budgie, stuffing his face with pancakes and slurping down coffee.
He let out a little burp once he was finished and leaned back in the chair, looking at Marc as he let his robe fall either side of his chair as he undid the ties on it, exposing his bare stomach and he patted it gently, “Whatcha thinkin’ about gorgeous?”
“You.” Marc responded, his eyes boring into Wade’s masked one’s as he leaned forwards on the table, his forearms resting out before him against the cold wood.
“Oooh, do tell.” Wade grinned stupidly, the whites of the eyes on his mask widening slightly and then narrowing as he also leaned forwards, his own arms coming up to lay beside Marc’s own - the fluffy fabric of the bright pink robe he was adorning brushing against the other man’s skin as his fingers trailed up along his slightly tensed forearm.
“Just wondering why you wear that thing around the house?” Marc sighed, nodding towards the mask and grabbing both of Wade’s wrists in his hands, swapping to just one before using his free hand to reach for the mask, only to have Wade lean his head back and pull his hands free from his loose grasp.
“Because I’m not the prettiest - not like you, anyway.”
“You’re not gonna deflect with flattery, Wilson.”
“Well, it’s not exactly a lie. I’m not. People wince at the sight of me and act like I can’t hear them when they whisper things. It’s just easier like this. You know me, made of stone but I dunno, sometimes it just gets a bit much.” He shrugged nonchalantly and stood up, taking his dishes and placing them in the sink before turning around again to face Marc, only to see him stood right before him and he leaned in closer to Wade, his hands coming to rest on his shoulders as he brushed his nose against his masked one.
“You know I don’t think that, Wade.” He spoke softly, squeezing his shoulders through the fluffy robe.
“I know.” Wade leaned his forehead forwards against Marc’s and brought his hands up to wrap him inside of his robe also, pulling him against his body as he leant back against the counter.
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Marc dug his fingers into the flesh of Wade’s hips until blood dripped down the other man’s sides and he let out a guttural groan at the feeling of being inside of him. He eased up the grip in his right hand and slid it slowly up Wade’s back, laying his palm flat against the middle of his upper back, his own large hand dwarfed by the sheer size of his toned body.
“I..-“ Wade began as he pushed himself up slightly onto his elbows and then his head began to raise before he felt Marc’s palm move up to the back of his bare neck, gripping it harshly and shoving his head back down into the pillows. He gritted his teeth and did as he was silently instructed - to keep quiet.
Pulling out of him almost completely, Marc winced at the feeling of the loss of closeness, glad Wade couldn’t see him currently as he himself let out a slow whine before Marc smiled to himself, thrusting back in all the way with an air of desperation as he bottomed out, leaning his entire body down along Wade’s back and finding the shell of his upper ear and nipping it between his teeth as his hips worked slowly in and out of him.
Burying his face further in the fabric of the pillows, Wade arched his back up so as to make it easier for Marc to reach deeper within him, hitting that perfect spot repeatedly as he clenched his eyes shut, breathing heavily at the sensation.
“You like that, Triple-you?” Marc asked in a quiet tone feeling silly saying the dumb nickname but Wade reacted as he’d hoped, clenching around his length as he rolled his hips back.
Letting his grip on Wade’s neck go, Marc pulled out of him completely and stood up beside the bed, using the sheets to wipe his cock off before wrapping his hand around himself to jerk himself off at the sight of Wade, ass arched into the air and face flushed as he looked at him confusedly, a look that almost rivalled loss plastered across his face.
“You know what I want, Wade.” Marc spoke roughly, his voice cracking slightly as he stared at the other man like he was prey.
Wade moved onto his back on the bed, his head leaning off the edge as he looked up at Marc with a smirk on his face, grinning quickly before teasing him, “Oh you want that throat that has no gag reflex whatsoever and you can fuck as hard as you want and it will only feel good for me?” the words dripped off of his tongue like silk as Marc groaned, stepping closer and slapping his hard cock against Wade’s mouth.
“After all these years it still never ceases to amaze me how you never shut up.”
Marc shoved the head of his cock past Wade’s lips as he was laid upside down before him and let out a gasp as the other man positioned himself better, taking at least half of his length into his mouth and Marc felt his wet tongue sliding around his now impossibly hard cock. Wade’s words hadn’t helped at all and he was now leaking precum into the other man’s mouth as his excitement grew at what was coming.
Leaning forwards, Marc splayed his hands across Wade’s broad chest and pushed his hips forwards gently, testing the waters as he pushed in entirely, hitting the back of Wade’s throat as he did so and then he began to fuck into him at a faster pace than he was fucking his ass.
Wade took it as he was showered with a cacophony of broken praises of “good boy” and “so fucking good for me baby boy” as Marc lost himself in the excitement, fucking Wade’s throat raw - if only that could occur. His eyes clenched shut and his head rolled back onto his shoulders as he moaned and panted as Wade flitted between sucking and letting him fuck his throat needlessly.
A hand came down to wrap around Wade’s throat, applying pressure and feeling his pulse quickening beneath his touch. Marc loved seeing him like this - so open and inviting and.. good. Wade’s own free hands worked to wrap around his length, one massaging the head and the other working the shaft as he laid there, taking Marc’s cock.
Marc’s other hand raised up to run through his hair that was dampened by sweat from the heat of the whole moment they were sharing. His eyes shot open again as Wade swallowed his length fully and used his teeth to graze along the skin.
“Oh, f-fuck..” Marc hissed, looking down at him and feeling his own cock stretching down Wade’s throat as his palm gently squeezed against the outside of his throat.
Snapping to, he picked up the pace and once again started to fuck deep into Wade’s throat, so grateful that he had zero gag reflex whatsoever and seemed to love this particular activity in which they sometimes participated in together.
His pace was becoming jerky as he looked down at Wade, drool spilling out of the sides of his mouth as he gazed up at him through masked eyes and took his cock like a good boy. It was almost too much for him not to spill his load down the other man’s throat right there and then.
“I’m not gonna last.. Just keep doing that…” he choked out as Wade tensed his throat muscles around the head of Marc’s cock, teasing him.
Emitting a low growl, Marc lifted one foot up onto the bed beside Wade’s head and angled himself to better slide down his throat entirely as he fucked into him mercilessly, muttering something along the lines of “Just because we can’t get your throat pregnant doesn’t mean we should stop trying…” before coming straight down Wade’s throat, thrusting a few more times lazily before retracting his cock and letting it drop as he knelt down before Wade, who was still laid upside down and was probably experiencing some loss of sensation in his head right now from laying like that for so long.
His hands came up to rest against Wade’s cheeks before rolling his mask all the way down and off of his head, tossing it aside as he leaned forwards to press his lips against the other man’s roughly, sliding his tongue into his mouth and tasting remnants of his own release inside the hot wetness. Wade flipped over on the bed, his legs wiggling in the air behind him in a playful manner as he grinned at Marc, returning the kiss before rubbing his nose into Marc’s cheek affectionately.
“Want me to take care of you now?” Marc whispered hazily, kissing at Wade’s lips a few times as the other man ground his erection into the mattress, the bed groaning under his weight as he fucked into it slowly.
“I could probably come just from this..” Wade murmured as he looked into Marc’s eyes, deep and brown and beautiful.
True to his word, that was really all it took. He came a few moments later after humping the mattress a few more times and with Marc’s mouth attached to his own, the feeling of his hands sliding over his body as they kissed proving all too much in his heightened state.
“Oh fuck, I’ve made a mess.” Wade groaned, rolling over onto his back away from the wet patch and kicking the covers off the bed before it seeped in any further. Marc just shrugged, sliding his body on top of Wade’s own and nuzzled his nose into the crook of his neck, breathing in the heady scent of him - like the woods and fresh air and a slight smell of burning.
“Hey - did you call me Triple-you?” Wade began to grin, his hands working their way through Marc’s soft curls as he spoke, his voice rumbling through his chest.
“You know I did, idiot.” He shook his head, leaning it to the side slightly as he nipped at the skin of Wade’s neck and murmured, “Now shut it and close your eyes. It’s nap time and since you’ve ruined the bedding you’re just gonna have to keep me warm instead.”
With that, Wade’s arm came tucking around Marc’s middle tightly as he attempted to pull him somehow even closer to his body despite the fact he was laying flat against him and he planted a kiss to his hair, closing his eyes as he held the other man close.