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If Wade hadn’t been so preoccupied trying to save his world from total annihilation, he probably would have figured it out sooner.
You see, in this vast multiverse, there were dozens upon dozens of Wolverines, all different in one way or another. There was the short version of Wolverine, the Crucified Wolverine as he appeared in the comic Uncanny X-Men #251, and the Wolverine that looked like the dude from the Justice League. No two were alike.
Therefore, it made sense that if all of those Wolverines were different, then his Wolverine would be different too. But Wade never could have guessed just how different Logan was until he was bent over the backseat of the Honda Odyssey with his suit pulled nearly all the way down his legs, moaning like a slut with Logan's dick in his ass. Logan drove in another inch, letting the deep, intense heat suck him in, his hips hammering away like a well-oiled piston.
Wade was close to coming, but not there just yet—he gives a tug on his swollen prick, jerking off just enough to release the building pressure, and groans helplessly as the ecstasy grows hotter.
Goddamn! Logan was a fantastic top!
Being the bottom was nothing new to Wade, but Logan was better than Vanessa's strap on, that was for sure. Wade was sure he was going to blow his load all too quickly. Logan was grunting and growling as he rutted steadfast, no rhythm to his movements—only animalistic pounding away in a desperate need to come. The fight had left him half aroused and now that his dick was snug inside Wade's wet, warm hole, he was achingly hard. Inch by inch he slid his cock into that engulfing, slick warmth—Wade was so wet and hot around his girth.
Wade could feel his orgasm rise, the rim of his wet, pink hole spreading wide around the thick cock pushing quickly into him. It felt so damn good, but suddenly, on the third stroke in, Wade noticed a different sensation. A swelling. Was…was Logan's dick getting bigger? Was that possible? Something big and round almost like a tennis ball was definitely nudging against his hole.
Wade palms his swollen cock, the flesh throbs in his grip, even as his hole clings snug to Logan’s thick cock—but the swelling was getting more intense and Logan was moving faster, fucking so quick and hard the bench was rocking slightly. Still, the swelling was increasing as Logan's cock fills him so overwhelmingly full.
Wade has just enough brain cells to inquire “Wha-what is happening? Is your dick getting bigger?”
“It's my knot.” Logan growls as he grips Wade's hips, holding him down as he heads for the home stretch and hammers away. “I'm part wolf; wolves knot when they mate.” He says it so calmly and rationally, like they are talking about the weather.
Wade gets it then, and by all means he should freak the fuck out! Like go full balls to the wall crazy and push Logan off him and maybe shove his baby knife back into Logan, because come on! You don’t knot someone without first telling them: that's just rude! And yet he doesn’t try to get away because he's suddenly so fucking turned on that he nearly creams himself right there.
Wade could feel his orgasm pooling at the base of his spine like liquid heat. Logan's hips pump frantically, and with each thrust, the pleasure was so fucking amazing. The noises coming out of Wade were almost inhuman as Logan pounds him—needy moans and gasping grunts mix with Logan's harsh breathing and animalistic growls, and he writhed beneath Logan, hips titled upwards, taking it like a good boy, and he was so close to coming.
“Oh, yes, fuck, that feels... ” he began, obviously at a loss for words. He is harder than he's ever been before with the pressure of Logan's dick swelling. He's so full, filled to the brim like he's never been before. Furthermore, he just says fuck it, goes with it, and with a hand on his cock, firmly stroking himself, twisting his hand up and down the hard flesh, needing to get off. His battered hole clenched around Logan's cock, squeezed virgin tight.
Logan grunts, growls, and moans as he fucks Wade harshly. The way he slammed his body into Wade made Wade moan like a back-alley whore. The pleasure intensified as the thick flesh inside him throbbed. Logan growls in full beast mode, keeping his hands latched tightly onto Wade’s hips. His thrust is harsher now, ramming steadfastly and pounding into the warm body under him, practically bouncing the bench against the force of his frantic tempo.
Logan growls with a deep rumbling tone and his hands on his hips tighten so much Wade is going to have bruises, rutting harshly, his cock was fully hard and flushed with blood that it was almost numb, every twitch shooting through him like an electrical shock.
Wade started moaning louder as Logan kept pushing his thickness deep inside him, bottoming out with each stroke. Logan was grunting like a feral animal, his fingernails scratching Wade’s hips as he pounded him like a wild animal. Faster, his powerful thrusts jar Wade’s body as his knot grows, and Wade could feel the flesh thicken as every inch of Logan’s cock harshly pushed inside him.
The wolf’s hardness was so hot and thick, rutting back and forth, and with a deep thrust, Logan pushed his full length into Wade, and his knot swells and pushes on Wade's prostate. Logan suddenly stills, resting his weight on Wade's back, and he comes, his knot swelling so large he is unable to pull out, bounding them together. His cock pulse as he breeds Wade, pumping out endless streams of cum into Wade.
Wade feels warm sticky wetness soak his insides, and he is helpless to the pleasure, moaning loudly and his eyes rolling back as he climaxes—the knot pushes just perfectly on his prostate, and he comes harder than ever before. Wade’s ass aches, his own rigid cock twitching as he spills cum into his hand.
“Shh, shh…” Logan hushed gently as he brushed his hands up and down Wade’s back. Wade was making these little noises, half pain half arousal, shaking from the intensity of an amazing orgasm. Logan nuzzled his neck, and Wade couldn’t help himself, he titled his head to the side, submitting, giving the wolf the long line of his throat. They stay there for a few heartbeats, gathering their breathing. But when Wade makes the mistake of trying to move, he realizes he can't.
He's knotted to Logan.
“Soooooo…are we going to talk about this?” He asks, but really, what is there to say?
Logan is a hybrid, part wolf. Wolves knot when they mate. How much point blank and to the point could he get?
Logan sort of smirks, he likes that he got the best of Wade…call it payback for the endless yammering and never shutting up. “You pulled me into your world and got me stuck here, so sorry Bub, now you're stuck with me…literally.”
“Oh, you dirty bitch,” Wade groans, but it come out, strangely, not as an insult but more affectionate, a compliment almost.
“Don’t worry, this is temporary. The knotting only lasts for a little while.” Logan, bless him, helps them lay down—not moving too fast so he doesn’t pull too painfully on the knot because he's sure Wade would get mouthy about it, and he may threaten to cut his head off, but he doesn’t really want to hurt Wade…at least not enough to possible rip him apart.
So, they spoon on the seat with Logan's arm wrapped around Wade's waist holding onto him. Logan is a solid weight behind him, warm and comforting, cozy even, and it feels nice to be held.
“Are we cuddling?” Wade asks, and Logan can hear the teasing tone. “Such a gentleman to fuck my brains out then cuddle with me afterward.”
“We are not cuddling. We are just laying here until I can pull out.” Logan barks, even as his arm tightness around Wade to keep them snuggled up close together. He presses his face into Wade's neck, lightly nuzzling him and making a sound all too close to a kitten purring.
Even with the ache of being sore from mating and how utterly fucked up the situation is, Wade smiles and feels perfectly relaxed as Logan holds him.
♥ END ♥