[Wade's big and tall and warm, and there's a lot of him for Gren to press up against. And he fucking appreciates how much of Wade there is-- his firm, muscled chest, the ridiculous amount of abs that he could feel pressed against his stomach. The rough hands that rest heavy on his shoulders.]
[It's not easy to make much of a dent in Wade's neck; it doesn't matter how hard he bites or sucks, the bruise never hangs around for very long. Doesn't stop him from trying, and he's rewarded at least with that noise that Wade makes. The way the words drawl out of his mouth is one of the sexier things he's heard in the past decade, and the sound of it goes straight to his cock. Not that it needs a hell of a lot of encouragement.]
[He expected it to be harder to find an opening on Wade's suit, and he was almost surprised to find warm skin instead of more spandex when he wiggles his fingers into the space under his belt. He tugs the shirt up to bare some of his stomach while Wade's calloused hands cup his jaw, lift his face up from his neck. He sighs into Wade's mouth, and for all that he's been timid and coy, he's an entirely different beast now that he's got his mouth on Gren's. Wade's growl rumbles against his lips and he grins into it, bites at Wade's enough to sting. He gets his hand up under his rucked-up shirt and runs it up along his side, along so much goddamn hard muscle. God, he's a brick shithouse, and Gren can't think of anything that he likes more right now than Wade's hard body and his confident mouth. He wishes that he had both hands-- thanks, Bigby-- so that he could grab onto more of this stupid sexy asshole.]
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[It's not easy to make much of a dent in Wade's neck; it doesn't matter how hard he bites or sucks, the bruise never hangs around for very long. Doesn't stop him from trying, and he's rewarded at least with that noise that Wade makes. The way the words drawl out of his mouth is one of the sexier things he's heard in the past decade, and the sound of it goes straight to his cock. Not that it needs a hell of a lot of encouragement.]
[He expected it to be harder to find an opening on Wade's suit, and he was almost surprised to find warm skin instead of more spandex when he wiggles his fingers into the space under his belt. He tugs the shirt up to bare some of his stomach while Wade's calloused hands cup his jaw, lift his face up from his neck. He sighs into Wade's mouth, and for all that he's been timid and coy, he's an entirely different beast now that he's got his mouth on Gren's. Wade's growl rumbles against his lips and he grins into it, bites at Wade's enough to sting. He gets his hand up under his rucked-up shirt and runs it up along his side, along so much goddamn hard muscle. God, he's a brick shithouse, and Gren can't think of anything that he likes more right now than Wade's hard body and his confident mouth. He wishes that he had both hands-- thanks, Bigby-- so that he could grab onto more of this stupid sexy asshole.]