[See, this is what Gren came here for-- Wade's mouth and his big hands tugging them flush and the noises that he makes. He pushes his hips up against Wade's with that encouraging tug, and he hadn't exactly gotten a look last time he'd been in this sort of position with the other man, but he distinctly remembered that he was packing some heat in his stupid latex pants. Don't disappoint him now, Wade.]
[He's almost startled when Wade pulls away so suddenly, but apparently being a hardened mercenary doesn't make you immune to ticklishness. There's something... he doesn't know, cute, maybe, or endearing, about this brick shithouse of a man being ticklish and the way his mouth twists into a sheepish smile, but he's not going to dwell on it. He's not here to explore Wade's finer qualities outside of the ones that he keeps in his pants.]
Bet I can find a few other sensitive spots.
[And to that end, he slides his hand back down along his side and over his stomach, then makes a little room between their hips to push his hand down the front of Wade's pants. A guy has to know what kind of goods he's working with, right?]
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[He's almost startled when Wade pulls away so suddenly, but apparently being a hardened mercenary doesn't make you immune to ticklishness. There's something... he doesn't know, cute, maybe, or endearing, about this brick shithouse of a man being ticklish and the way his mouth twists into a sheepish smile, but he's not going to dwell on it. He's not here to explore Wade's finer qualities outside of the ones that he keeps in his pants.]
Bet I can find a few other sensitive spots.
[And to that end, he slides his hand back down along his side and over his stomach, then makes a little room between their hips to push his hand down the front of Wade's pants. A guy has to know what kind of goods he's working with, right?]