A night on Providence
Nate simply groans his response and softly digs his fingertips into the curve of Wade’s jaw to guide his mouth back onto his cock, his head slightly tipping back. His hips roll forward to thrust lightly into Wade’s mouth, and back to press his arse into Wade’s rough hands. “Wade…” He breathes, his voice low and rough in his throat. Apparently Wade’s quick wit wasn’t all that’d earned him the name ‘Merc with a mouth’. It’s been… Far too long to remember since Nate last felt such a perfect balance of satisfaction and teasing. “Don’t stop.”
A laugh tickles the back of his throat, there’s something about Nate taking control that excites him. Which is odd, because usually with a guy he’d pull away on instinct at it; but he trusts Nate, for some reason. And he doesn’t dwell on it, instead he continues sucking and rolling his tongue around the small amount of space inside his mouth that isn’t stuffed with Cable’s thick cock.
He pauses at the head, a teasing glint in his eye as he kisses and licks the sensitive area. His eyes are almost daring Nathan to take control, to get rougher and more aggressive with him as he teases with his tongue.
With a sharp huff of air, Nate takes the bait and curls his fingers around the back of Wade’s head to continue fucking shallowly into his throat, using his grip on the merc’s jaw to pull him closer. Cable is all too aware of how fragile and breakable most people are, so he typically keeps his strength under firm restraint. But Wade is not like most people. Of course, Nate doesn’t want to purposely hurt Wade, he just knows first-hand how durable the assassin can be. So he allows some of his caution to slip, his fingers firm and thrusts rough. Wade can handle it, practically begged him for it. He isn’t sadistic. Or... So he tells himself.