TK Sex
“You are a cheater. A filthy, dirty, no-good, rotten cheater.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Cable purred contentedly as he watched the mercenary wriggle on the bed.
“You know. Of course you fucking know. So not only are you a – aaaahhhh – filthy, dirty, no-good, rotten cheater, you’re also a liar. I should – mmm – spank you, but you don’t – ohhh – deserve it.”
“I don’t know what I’m doing that’s so wrong.” As he spoke Cable let his thoughts take shape again, let them push and slide and press…
“Oh! Oohhh! That! That is what I’m talking about! You telepaths and your cheating with your telekinetic fuckery…” Deadpool arched into the penetration even as he berated it, though it would do him no good. This touch responded only to Cable’s mind, no matter how nicely Deadpool writhed against it. It was no effort at all to let the pressure increase, to make the mercenary feel full and fucked. It was easy to visualise the slide of a sex toy, or even his cock, inside the warmth of that channel…
Cable’s hand strayed to the bulge in his uniform as he watched the naked merc shift on the blankets.
“Just stop showing off and fuck me already, I want…” a twitch of Cable’s finger and Deadpool’s mouth snapped shut. A lovely psychic gag. Now there were just frustrated grunts and pleasured hums.
Cable imagined hands roaming the scarred skin, pinching Deadpool’s nipples, fondling his balls and stroking his cock. As the merc closed his eyes and cried out wordlessly, the telepath wondered how it felt, having that touch everywhere. Feeling wanted, held, maybe even loved, by a whole group of people. A whole horde of invisible bodies existed to please the Merc with a Mouth.
And as Deadpool came, shuddering and weak from ecstasy, Cable felt a deeper gratitude for his life than ever before. He had a wonderful lover, the power to please him beyond mortal realms of sexual ecstasy and best of all, Deadpool had the power to take it.