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[ishotyouuu]

Hey, how's it goin'? If you're listening to this, I'm either in the kitchen stuffing my face or off doing something awesome. And by "awesome" I mean "stupid and dangerous". But it's still awesome. Anyway, you should know how this works. Drop me a line and I'll get back to you as soon as I'm done.

Oh and uh... if the name "Haven" means anything to any of you guys, let me know in the message, okay? Please. [BEEP]

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[ishotyouuu]

Uh-- [A startled sound, quickly choked off, as Wade finds himself shoved firmly against the wall. Another sound rumbles in his throat as he feels Gren's body press against his own; feels that raw and intense body heat seep into his clothing, causing goosebumps to rise upon his skin. As Gren proceeds to attack his neck with lips and tongue and the impress of teeth, Wade tilts his head back obligingly, almost too obligingly for a man of his career who had been instructed to keep his neck well protected. Wade lets out his breath in a shuddering exhalation, his hands upon Gren's shoulders as if either to draw him closer or push him away.]

Ha- Hang o--hhh...

[Gren will find that it's surprisingly easy to get underneath Wade's outfit-- despite it looking like one singular article of clothing, the spandex is actually little more than a shirt and pants, the space between them hidden by Wade's belt. Wade's hands finally find their way to Gren's jawline, guiding his face upward in order to capture the other man's lips with his own. Gren tastes of alcohol and cigarettes, and another sound-- almost a growl-- rumbles in Wade's throat as he pursues the taste of Gren's mouth with his tongue. Wade's mouth is greedy; rapacious, as if it means to take bites out of Gren's skin.]

[murderpotato]

[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.]

[ishotyouuu]

Mmn--! [A sharp noise of surprise when Gren's teeth graze his lip, but it's not anything near negative. Wade's body arches, following Gren's intelligent, nerve-seeking fingers as they find their way underneath his shirt and above. Wade's own hands drop from Gren's face down to the man's hips, tugging him closer. A muted moan vibrates in his throat at the way the other man feels his way across the expanse of Wade's flesh, and when his fingers inevitably take him up Wade's flank he breaks the kiss immediately, uttering a sudden sharp bark of laughter. Since the cancer spread to his entire body he's always been so, so sensitive to touch, and that has the added side effect of making him wildly ticklish.]

S-sorry, sorry. Kind of a... y'know. Sensitive area there.

[His mouth is stretched in a wide and altogether shy grin, his shoulders still shaking with residual chuckles.]

[murderpotato]

[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?]

[ishotyouuu]

[For a guy with one hand, Gren's turning out to be quite the multitasker. His breath ghosts across Wade's face as he declares his intentions, but Wade's still too disoriented from the headiness of the other man's kisses to really understand what he means. That is, until those same clever fingers trail their way back across his flank, over his prominent stomach muscles (being another sensitive area, they tighten reflexively as Wade lets out a low moan he can't quite suppress) and down the front of his pants before Wade can even get a word in edgewise.

Wade sucks in his breath through his teeth, hands gripping Gren's shoulders to pull him towards him, savagely capturing his mouth with his own once more as his hips rise to meet Gren's fingers; as his cock swells and stiffens under Gren's ministrations. He parts from him slowly with a laugh, shaky even to his ears.]

H-heh... N-not much for foreplay, are you? Shame.

[There's no real conviction in that statement. Gren clearly is the kind of guy who knows what he wants and takes steps to take it. Wade is kinda sorta really into that.]

[murderpotato]

[Just like he thought, there's a whole lot going on in Wade's pants. There's a moment or two after Wade pulls him back in that he forgets what he's doing with his hand-- Wade's kisses take no prisoners-- but the insistent press of his hips reminds him. His cock is big and hard and hot in his palm, and Gren squeezes it a little just to see what kind of reaction it'll get him.]

[He's a little surprised, though, that Wade maintains this whole shy, coy thing; big bastard like him, Gren expected that he'd get tossed on his back pretty shortly after pushing him against the wall. It's not like Wade isn't strong enough to toss him around a little, maybe even get Gren underneath him if he wanted to. He kisses like he means business, makes Gren almost want to chase after his lips when he pulls away, but otherwise he's all gentlemanly and shit.]

I know what I want.

[And what he wants right now involves Wade flat on his back on a mattress. Why futz around with foreplay when he can go right for the prize?]

And right now I'm thinkin' that I want to shove this [He squeezes at Wade's cock again for emphasis,] down my fuckin' throat 'til I choke on it. Then I'm gonna fuck you 'til you forget your own name.

[He has to rise up onto the balls of his feet to get at Wade's lips again, bite and tug at the lower just because he thinks he likes teasing this overgrown shithouse of a man. Then again, Gren tends to not flirt with danger so much as hit on it and invite it back to his place, so it's probably not surprising that he's teasing a man who's probably a physical match for him.]

But if you've got ideas, I'm open to suggestions.

[ishotyouuu]

Hhhh--

[Another muted moan, little more than an exhalation of breath, escapes Wade's lips as Gren squeezes where he wants-- needs-- to be touched. His hips jerk into Gren's hand as if pulled there by strings, and there's something deliciously dangerous in the way the man looks at him now.

I know what I want.

Wade's eyes glaze over at the sound of Gren laying out his intentions for the night, and he realizes he desperately wants this too. It's been so long-- way too long since he's had this sort of attention, and the quick encounter he'd had with Gren behind the alleyway had only jump-started his appetite for intimacy yet again.

He sags against the wall, sighing into Gren's kiss, pushing back against the other man's full and strangely sensual lips. He leans forward a little when Gren breaks the kiss, his eyes half-closed.]

Just... just fuck me up, dude. Do whatever you want to me. I don't care.

[murderpotato]

[It goes against what Gren expects, but he finds that he likes the way that Wade becomes putty in his hands. He's weirdly docile for such a brick shithouse of a man, just sort of letting Gren do whatever he wants to him. He knows that Wade's strong, strong enough to be a match for him, and all he does is sigh into his kisses and give him permission for anything.]

[There's a lot that he wants to do. It's been a long time since he's had someone to mess around with, longer still since they've been so very accommodating.]

I'll take real good care of you.

[He pulls back a little, and usually he wouldn't describe himself as thirsty for cock, but goddamn if he doesn't want to shove this man's cock down his throat. It's been a while, don't judge him for his mighty thirst.]

[There's one issue, though, that sort of comes to him while he's getting his hand back out of Wade's ridiculously tight pants. See, Wade's all sorts of tall, and while Gren admittedly finds his brick shithouse build attractive as all hell, he's nearly a head taller than him. And since Gren's mostly composed of leg, he can already kind of tell that if he kneels down, his mouth is going to be nowhere near Wade's dick, not unless he's way better endowed than he seems. And if that's the case-- no thank you. He's all about big dicks, he likes big dicks and he cannot lie, but there's a fine line between acceptable amounts of big dick and Destroyer of Anuses.]

[The point is, he can't suck Wade off right here. As nice as it would be to just pull down Wade's pants and go to town, there are logistics to think of. Sexy logistics. He fists his hand into Wade's shirt and starts to pull him towards the living room and the couch.]

Sit down, big boy.