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One thing they didn’t quite expect to happen after handling the issue with Logan’s healing factor was just how much energy he’d have once he’d been taking care of himself for a while. Some days he just gave Wade a run for his money. Outpacing the merc for hours on end with seemingly endless stamina. 

Early that morning he’d gotten Logan to regress, reminding him repeatedly that he loves him so much, in all shapes and forms and they had a whole day and night to themselves where Wade would be more than content to take care of him. 

Logan had grumbled a little, hesitant until Wade cupped his face, just looking into Logan’s eyes, thumbs hooked around his ears and gave him a sweet kiss on his forehead. 

“Up to you, always. You know that, baby.” 

Next thing he knew Logan was happily following him around on all fours while he mindlessly took care of some things around the house, chasing Wade’s heels with excited whines and playful growls. 

When he stops to check his phone, Logan loses interest, ambling around nosing through the house. Wade looks up a few minutes later to a quiet laundry room. 

“Lo, baby? Where ya at, pretty puppy?” He calls, stuffing his phone into his pocket. Vanessa was just two months away from her own wedding and getting anxious about planning. Wade didn’t know if he was being much help, with his own wedding automatically being a much bigger success just for the fact that one of the grooms was Logan, but that’s neither here nor there. 

“Logan,” he tries again when he gets no response, typically Logan will howl or whine loud enough for Wade to generally know what area of the house he’s in. “Lo-Lo Beans. Logan Barry Bush.” 

More silence answering him. 

“Ruh roh,” Wade says to Mary Puppins, who’s sleeping on the pile of folded towels he just got out of the dryer before making his way downstairs. 

The sliding door beside the kitchen is open, both the glass and the screen door leading to the backyard, which were locked — how the fuck Logan managed to do that but couldn’t figure out that Wade didn’t actually disappear when he hid under the covers the last time he was a puppy, Wade will never know. 

Well, shit. 

Wade grabs something shakeable from the kitchen without really looking, hoping to lure Logan in with his voice and the sound of a snack, rifling through the cupboards to end up grabbing a plastic can of peanuts. 

“Aw, peanuts for my Peanut.” 

When Wade turns back to the open doorway, he nearly jumps out of his skin. Sitting on his haunches on the back porch is Logan, covered head to toe in dirt and grinning like the happiest, most self-satisfied, smug puppy ever. He pants a little bit, catching his breath like he’s been running. 

“Jesus Christ , Lo! Where were you? What did you get into?” Wade clutches a hand over his chest, heart pounding so hard it might just stop altogether. He sets the peanuts down on the counter, huffing at the way Logan eyes them hopefully and leans forward a bit to watch the movement. He makes no move to come inside the house, though, sitting resolutely on the mat they wipe their shoes on. 

Logan’s hips wiggle excitedly, preening under Wade’s gaze. He’s a good boy who won’t make a mess in the house. 

His tank top is in tatters, ripped across his chest and barely hanging on, coated in a fine dusting of dirt with some heavier clumps clinging to patches, just like the rest of him. There’s even balls of debris sprinkled throughout his hair like he took a tumble down a dirt hill. 

Logan will tell him later, with the same excited grin, that that’s exactly what happened when he was running through the woods behind the house a little too fast before deciding that a dirt bath was the most fun thing to do ever and then rolled around in it on purpose. 

His hands are caked in it, like he’s scrabbled up and down the hillside a few times just to roll back down it. 

“We gotta clean you up, puppy, c’mere,” Wade beckons him in, stepping closer to Logan, who doesn’t budge. “Lo?” 

Logan braces, bowing low before turning heel and bolting off the back porch and around the side of the house. Wade swears and follows suit, not knowing if Logan’s gonna try running away or not. He chases after Logan closely only to nearly bowl him over when he stops suddenly on a dime by the outdoor faucet, looking pointedly between it and Wade. He sits on his haunches again, the same proud look on his face. The hose is hooked up to water the garden, but Wade gets what Logan’s after at the moment. 

He grabs the sprayer, turning it to a lower pressure stream and testing the spray with a few pumps of the trigger in front of him. Logan snarls playfully and snaps at the water, catching some of it in his mouth. It rinses some of his face, but Wade cups his hand to pour some of it properly over his forehead and cheeks. He holds the sprayer over Logan’s head, tipping it back to rinse his hair like he does in the shower with the detachable head. 

Logan melts for it, even though the water's cold, closing his eyes and purring louder than the hose. Wade thoroughly washes the dirt out of his hair before moving on to wash his torso off. Logan squirms out of his tank top so Wade can rub him down properly, leaving him in the thin pair of shorts he’d thrown on that morning. 

“Your fur’s all dirty, pup!” Wade teases, voice pitched high and lilting the way Logan loves when he’s a puppy. He strokes his fingers and palm across Logan’s chest and stomach, making sure he’s washed off all the dirt clinging to his body hair. Logan leans into his touch eagerly, pushing into his hand. Last, Wade carefully cleans his hands, washing the dirt from each finger and palm, paying special attention to in between his knuckles, he rubs the delicate skin there. If he’s gentle enough, Wade can feel the claws hiding under his skin. 

He shakes off when Wade turns the water down, water droplets flying everywhere — Wade just manages to jump out of the way of most of them, laughing at his puppy’s antics. Logan takes his laughter as encouragement, chuffing excitedly and shaking harder. He runs a circle around Wade a few times, like he can’t quite stay still. 

“Are you bein’ silly, Lo?” Wade asks softly, grin splitting his face. Internally, he’s right there with Logan, jumping for joy and ecstatic, but he wants to commit the moment to memory, tuck it close to his heart and keep it safe. He watches Logan bow low, bracing for a jump with his hips wiggling and he knows he’s got two seconds to prepare before he’s got an armful of hyper puppy. 

The two seconds aren’t nearly enough, when Logan jumps all over him they both tumble into the soft grass, landing with a small ‘oof’. Logan whines happily, pinning Wade down with his hands on his shoulders, licking all over his face. He settles his weight over Wade’s hips, knees digging into either side of him. Pressing close, Logan squirms in his lap, delighted when Wade runs his hands down his back and ribs and tilts his head for Logan to scent his neck. Rubbing his cheeks against Wade’s jaw. 

His beard is scratchy and tickling but it’s one of Wade’s favorite sensations. When it gets a little too much, Wade cups his face, drawing his mouth to his for a sweet kiss. Logan rumbles deep in his chest, purr radiating from him and into Wade’s bones. He kisses back clumsily, following Wade’s lead. 

The sun shines down on them, helping to dry Logan off and warm him back up, pretty soon he’s back to his usual fluffy self, hair mussed from Wade’s hands running through it as he kisses him. Logan pulls back eventually, settling over Wade’s thighs to sit and look down at him, eyes bright and gleaming. Wade surges up to cuddle him in his arms, burying his face into Logan’s chest. He smells like sunshine and the woods, like pine and fresh air, and so, so happy. And underneath it all, he smells like himself, like what Wade associates with him. A little bit like metal and musk. 

He sniffs exaggeratedly, nosing across Logan’s chest and collarbones teasingly, spurring bubbling laughter from his puppy; Logan loves when Wade does this. 

“You ready to go back inside, sweetheart?” Wade asks, pressing a kiss to the middle of his sternum. 

Logan whines and scrambles off his lap, bolting back around the corner of the house and up the porch steps. He zooms in through the open back door and circles the furniture in the living room a few times. Wade’s taking much too long to join him, though, so he has to go back out to the porch and get him, nudging against his legs with his head and shoulders to urge him along. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming, baby, relax,” he reaches down to pet through Logan’s hair, who pushes into his hand happily. “What’s gotten into you? You finally realize this whole place is ours?” Logan chuffs in answer, running off again to sniff outside of Laura’s room. She left that morning for a girls night with Al and Dot — it was grandkid night at Al’s senior center, and she really wanted to try to give Laura some normal things to do after everything that happened recently. 

Logan sniffs around her door before wandering into the studio to explore in there; they’re still in the process of setting it up, so there’s lots of things on the floor for him to get into. He bats at the open flap of a cardboard box a few times, delighted by the sound and the bounce of it. 

The one thing that’s fully ready to go, though, is a nice window seat bench with a full cushion and a couple pillows, bathed in sunlight most hours of the day. One of Hank’s suncatchers hangs from the top of the window, scattering patterns of rainbows across the bench and the floor. Logan paws at them as they shift with the clouds moving across the sky, tracking them out into the hallway where another one hangs the same way. 

He gets distracted when he hears Wade’s voice talking to someone that’s not him. Huh. Logan perks up, running down the hallway into the living room to find Wade sprawled on the couch on his phone. He skids across the hardwood, turning sharply to barrel toward him and hop right up on his chest, whining for attention. 

Who’s he talking to that’s more important than him right now? 

Logan nuzzles under his chin and licks over his cheek, wanting Wade to hang up so they can cuddle or play or eat — actually Logan’s pretty hungry and he’s just a puppy who needs Wade to help take care of him. He whines again, louder this time because clearly Wade didn’t hear him the first time if he’s still trying to talk on the phone. 

“ Is that Logan? Is he okay? ” Vanessa’s voice comes through the phone, sounding concerned. 

Wade pets his hair, scrubbing the knuckles of one hand over Logan’s sideburns and beard, spreading his scent and trying to calm him down. He grins, answering Vanessa, “yeah, he’s alright. Just a little hyperactive today, I think he’s realized how much fun the new house is.” 

Logan whimpers, pouting. He wants Wade to hang up and pay attention to him. Turning his head, he catches Wade’s hand in his teeth, mouthing gently at it to get the message across. When being gentle doesn’t exactly work he nips a bit harder. Yeah, he’s alright , but he’d be better if Wade hung up. 

“Ouch, hey, be easy, Lo.” Wade just tugs his hand around and keeps talking with Ness about wedding plans. 

Eventually, Logan gives up, he turns over to lay his back to Wade, settling into the V of his legs with Wade’s arm around his middle; content to lay against his chest and gnaw on his hand and wrist within reach, listening to Wade’s voice. Occasionally, he kicks his foot out, hitting his heels against the arm of the couch in a rhythm. Wade presses kisses into his hair while he listens to Vanessa ramble anxiously. 

Wade thinks he’s got him calmed down for the most part, hoping his bout of zoomies has been sufficiently satisfied for the day. He’s got one trick up his sleeve for later if it’s not the case, though. 

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He started out in Wade’s lap on the big couch that night, trading sweet kisses and even sweeter words of what exactly Wade wanted to do to him later and well, one thing lead to another and there Logan was: a perfect, floaty feeling puppy, face down and ass up in their bed as Wade worked his fingers into him. He’d slipped out of his full puppy space around dinner, coming back to himself to help Wade cook, but once cleanup was over Wade had done his best to help him down into subspace for a different way to relax tonight. 

Logan whines and drools into Wade’s pillow — he’s gonna have to use Logan’s at this point with the mess his puppy’s made of it; digging his teeth into the soft fabric to stifle his noises. The tips of his ears are a pretty pink and each glimpse of his blissed out face Wade catches when he writhes makes his cock twitch in his briefs. 

“Tell me about it, sweetheart. Feels good, doesn’t it?” Wade coos, alternating between deliberate brushes of his fingertips against Logan’s prostate and firm, thorough strokes against his walls to massage the tension out of him completely. He melts under the careful attention, loosening up for Wade without struggle. Logan’s pliant and eager for it, rocking his hips back to meet every thrust. “Being so good for me, Lo.” And he is, taking everything Wade gives him beautifully. 

In this kind of mood, Logan’s endearingly active in participation. It’s different than one of his lazier moods, letting Wade lay him out and have his way with him; like this, Logan moves and shifts, braces and pushes back with a slightly restless, barely contained energy. 

“S’good, Wade, god . Feels so good.” 

He whines happily when Wade finally slips the plug inside him, pushing and pulling it in and out a few times, fucking Logan open with the widest part of the flare of it. Logan squirms when it’s seated entirely, struggling up onto his hands for what’s next. He growls out a garbled attempt at words, syllabic and rough as he paws at Wade’s chest, pinning him with his weight against the mattress. 

Wade gasps, tilting his head back so Logan can thoroughly lick over his neck, nipping and sucking all his most sensitive spots. At a particularly rough bite, Wade threads his fingers into Logan’s hair to pull him back with a groan, “easy, angel baby, or this’ll be over before you have any fun.” 

He pushes Logan off him, shushing his whine of protest easily. “Lo,” he grabs at his chin, making sure Logan’s paying attention to what he’s saying. “Get on your knees for me.” 

It’s a sweet, heady mix of admiration and pride that Wade feels at how quick Logan scrambles to obey, practically jumping off the bed to kneel on the floor beside it. He shuffles to sit at the very edge of the mattress in front of Logan, hitching one of his legs up as he grabs the lube. He slicks up his fingers to start playing with his rim. Brushing teasingly at himself, he pushes his first finger inside. 

Wade balances on the edge of the mattress, one foot planted firmly on the ground by Logan and the other steadying the weight of his torso where it’s hitched up by his hip. With his free hand, he grabs Logan's collar, pulling him back from where he’s already leaning forward to dive in, though Wade hasn’t told him he could yet. 

“Christ, you’re fucking gagging for it, aren’t you, sweetheart? Need it so fucking bad.”

Logan whines in answer, straining against Wade’s hold, making his collar dig into his throat a little more than usual; he shoots Wade a pleading look, licking his lips — he wants and Wade’s cock is right there , why can’t he have it? 

“Please? Please, Wade?” He begs sweetly, voice hoarse and fucked out already. 

“You’re drooling, puppy. Is that all for me?” He removes his tugging grip on Logan’s collar to drag a thumb over his lower lip, dipping into his mouth to press the pad of his digit on Logan's tongue. 

“Jus’ you,” Logan slurs. 

Working a second finger alongside the first, Wade moans, drawing Logan’s face closer to where he wants it by his jaw. “C’mere.” He feeds Logan his cock carefully, slipping the tip of it past pink, perfect lips. Sometimes in his excitement, Logan forgets about his fangs, but he’s so good for Wade right now, mouth hot and wet when he starts to suck on him. 

He’s sloppy and loud with it, clearly enjoying himself — moaning even louder than Wade as he fucks his own throat on his cock. He takes him in deep, nose brushing the scarred skin of Wade’s groin. 

Wade keeps working his fingers, pressing in a third just as Logan swirls his tongue around his tip, lapping at the precome leaking from him. 

“Goddamn,” Wade pants. “God damn , peanut. That feels so good, using your pretty mouth like that.” 

Logan keens at the praise, eyes rolling back in pleasure. He shifts his hips unconsciously, finally realizing that if he moves just the right way he can grind the plug against his prostate. 

“ Oh , that’s the stuff, puppy. Figured it out, did’ya?” 

He loses focus a little, caught between rocking into the insistent nudge of his plug and the feel of Wade getting close in his mouth, cock twitching and leaking on his tongue. 

Wade pulls his fingers out of himself hastily, hissing through his teeth at the pleasure-pain sting of it, letting Logan bring him right over the edge. He tangles his clean hand in Logan’s kitty ears, holding him in place as he comes down his throat, moaning Logan’s name in ecstasy. 

“ Fuck , Logan. Logan, please—,” he begs as if Logan’s the one in charge, canting his hips the scarce amount he can before he slips completely off the edge of the bed. His legs shake through his orgasm, trembling harder when Logan pulls back to lick him clean, laving his tongue over sensitive skin in long strokes. 

Wade cups his face gently to soften the fact that he’s carefully pushing him away from his spent cock. Not wanting his puppy to feel rejected after such a job well done. Logan looks completely fucked out already, eyes half-lidded and hair mussed so perfectly. His lips part in a pout, though Wade knows he thoroughly enjoyed himself looking at his hard, aching cock bob against his stomach. 

He’s a beautiful sight — Logan on his knees before him, pink cheeked and purring in satisfaction all because he got to swallow Wade’s come. Licking his lips like he can’t get enough. 

“Thank you,” Logan breathes, eyes closing in bliss for a second. So fucking pretty. It’s enough for Wade’s cock to be interested again, already rising to half mast once more. 

Wade moans, reaching for him to pull him off his knees and back onto the bed, “come here, pretty baby. My good boy. Sweetest thing.” Logan melts for him, sighing as Wade strokes his hair and kisses his face. Can’t help the way his hips twitch needily against Wade’s thigh. 

Spreading his legs, Wade guides him in between them, helping Logan line his cock up with his hole. He hovers over his husband on strong arms, letting Wade wrap his legs around his waist to pull him in, grunting as the head of his cock slips inside. 

Logan whimpers, pressing into him the full way with one measured stroke of his hips, encompassed in Wade’s warm, tight hole so perfectly. “ Wade ,” he gasps, pulling his hips back halfway just to fuck back into him harshly. “Wade, Wade.” Every shift somehow manages to move the plug inside him, nudging against his walls and his prostate in a way that’s going to be so much so soon. He dips down to mouth over Wade’s jaw, starting up a steady rhythm, angled just right. 

“Fuck, that’s it, pretty baby. So good for me,” Wade moans, cock rubbing between their stomachs as he’s almost pushed up the bed with the force of Logan’s thrusts. He loops his arms around Logan’s shoulders, tugging him closer so he has no choice but to drop down onto his elbows. The position forces Logan to bury his face in Wade’s neck, nipping and sucking delicate bruises. 

Growling low in Wade’s ear, Logan fucks him like an animal once he gets going, rutting into his husband like he’s got one mindless goal in front of him. He snakes an arm down to wrap under Wade’s hip, pulling him up to his cock and holding him close. 

If something ever manages to kill him, Wade thinks this would be his idea of heaven — Logan all over him, moaning and whining so loud like he can’t even begin to stifle himself. Too focused on taking Wade apart. 

“Wade,” Logan groans, “it’s too— I need to come, please. Please?” He dissolves into whimpers when Wade tightens on him, dragging his nails down Logan’s back in stinging stripes before trailing his hands back up to thread tight fingers through his hair. 

“ No , baby. Hold on for me, you can do it. You’re being so good, Lo, but you’re not allowed yet.” Wade hedges his bet, can tell that Logan’s in a good enough headspace to hear that and he’s right. He accepts his words easily, nodding like he agrees with Wade before burying his face back into his neck to bite down. 

Logan snaps his hips harder, setting a punishing pace with a low howl. Wade leaks between them, smearing both their stomachs with precome as he grinds against Logan’s abs, shifting to meet him on every thrust. His cock aches, nearing overstimulated and so sensitive. 

It’s not long after that that Wade’s barreling toward his second orgasm, pulling at Logan’s hair roughly, writhing against the hard line of his body. 

“Shit— fuck , Logan. Right there, don’t stop, baby, don’t —,” and then he’s coming with a sharp cry, muffled against Logan’s scratchy cheek. 

Logan fucks him through it, clenching himself around the plug inside him, drawing their mouths together in a wet, languid kiss, more tongue and teeth than anything else. Wade breaks the kiss to pant against his lips, “ good fucking boy , let go for me, sweetheart. Want you to come, now .” 

He slams forward once more, cock pulsing and twitching with his release, spilling inside Wade on command. He grinds into him one last time, relishing the way his come drips out when he pulls out gently. 

Wade goes limp beneath him, stretched out deliciously, covered in his own come; he looks fucked out and ruined, all pink tinged and hazy eyed. Logan moans at the sight of him, dipping down to clean him up with his tongue. He laps over Wade’s abdomen, licking up the come pooling there.  

When he’s done, Wade draws him up and kisses his cheek and across his nose, nuzzling Logan with his own in thanks before rolling over with a groan. 

Oh, no, Logan thinks, sitting on his knees by Wade’s side. 

Why is Wade getting under the covers? It should be his turn to get fucked next; he’s been so good, kept open and loose around his plug for Wade to use him after. He thinks he’s getting his wish for a moment when Wade gently nudges the toy, asking permission to take it out. Logan shuffles around and lifts his hips, letting him slip it out easily but then Wade’s cleaning it off and tossing it into the nightstand drawer, opening the blankets up for Logan to crawl into. 

He whines questioningly. 

Wade smooths his hand over Logan’s hair, hoping to calm him down a little. “Why don’t we try to sleep, pup? Or at least lie down? M’a little tired tonight. I’ll be good to go in the morning, though.” Logan hadn’t been exactly gentle with him, wearing him out pleasantly; it was exactly what Wade wanted, but he forgot to consider that Logan might not have expended the same amount of energy in fucking him. He still looks like he could go a while longer, ready for anything Wade would want to give him. 

But he shimmies his hips, shuffling into the boxers Wade tugs over them obediently. 

Wade’s plan backfired a little bit it seems, winding his puppy up instead of calming him down for the night. Sex usually knocked Logan right out. Tonight, though, it knocked him back into his puppy space, overactive and hyper as he was earlier in the day. 

“Do you know what I need, Lo?” Wade asks gently, attempting to spin it like a favor to himself, petting across Logan’s cheek to spread his scent even more through their bed. Before he can tell Logan he wants him to try to sleep for him, Logan perks up, lunging off the bed and down the hallway to clamber down the stairs. 

Wade gawks at the open door, until he hears Logan scampering back on all fours and his heart leaps at the sight of him, jumping back into the bed with a bottle of water and a protein bar held tightly in his teeth. He drops the items in Wade’s lap, purring like a motor and settling down beside him on top of the covers. 

He noses Wade’s cheek, brushing soft lips against the spot just in front of his ear, quiet and calm for a moment — all his focus on Wade and his needs. Logan paws at the snack, nudging it up his chest, closer to Wade’s mouth encouragingly. 

He knows what Wade needs! The same things Logan needs after Wade takes care of him, cuddles and water and a snack until he feels better. 

Wade takes the protein bar, unwrapping it wordlessly, a little choked up. “Thank you, Lo. This is exactly what I needed.” He takes a bite and then holds it out for Logan to share, who nibbles a little bit of it off, just to make Wade happy. 

Settling under the covers, Wade opens his arms up, “you ready to sleep now?” Logan grumbles unhappily, shuffling onto his knees about to make a break for it before Wade catches him up. 

“Nooo,” Wade moans, looping his arms loosely around Logan’s waist, “baby, c’mere. Gimme a kiss, peanut? Pretty please? Kiss?” He fights a laugh when Logan huffs a little, rolling his eyes before leaning in to clumsily press his mouth against Wade’s cheek. It’s one of Wade’s favorite secret weapons — Logan will always give him a kiss if he asks for it when he’s in puppy space. Doesn’t matter how many times he asks for one or how far away Logan is from him; if he hears Wade say he wants one, he’ll come running. 

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he giggles, grinning into Logan’s hair as he turns his face into him. Logan coils tightly in excitement, wound up from the praise. “No, Lo—,” Wade tries to say, only to be cut off by Logan nearly throwing himself off their bed, thunking heavily on the hardwood in a way that has to hurt. Logan’s unbothered by the impact, scrambling out into the hallway and down the stairs again . Wade groans, muffling the sound into the sheets. 

He hears the tv turn on downstairs and wonders what the hell kind of trouble Logan’s getting into. 

In the living room, Logan’s scheming. He rolls on his back all over the couch, stretching out enticingly. Bumping the remote accidentally turns the tv on, but this just works in his favor, he thinks. Wade loves watching tv, especially with Logan and if he’s all laid out for him, tummy bare and in reach he just has to give Logan a belly rub, doesn’t he? 

He knows his plan is working when he hears Wade coming down the steps, he stretches out as best he can, arching his back to push his belly and chest out, hips wiggling excitedly. 

“It’s late, Lo, what’re you doin’?” Wade asks gently, coming to sit on the edge of the couch beside him. Giving in, he rubs his palm in a soothing circle over Logan’s stomach, sweeping his thumb in a calming arc. He bends down to press a kiss to Logan’s sternum before standing up again. “Why don’t you come to bed, baby? Can have all the belly rubs you want there.” 

Wade goes back to their room, settling in another time, but keeping an ear out for Logan. He hears him padding up the steps a moment after him. Running into the room to jump onto the bed, he places one big hand on Wade’s chest, holding him in place to slobber puppy kisses all over his face before fucking off again out of sight, back down the stairs. 

Sighing good naturedly, Wade gets out of bed one more time, padding down the stairs to find Logan pacing around the living room, checking out the front door again. He perks up hearing Wade approach, grinning up at him with sleepy eyes. 

“I can tell you’re tired, puppy baby, why don’t we go to bed? Again.” 

Logan runs up to him, knocking his chin against Wade’s thigh and resting it there, head tipped back to snare Wade with the biggest, most precious pair of puppy eyes he’s capable of. 

“Oh my god, baby,” Wade coos, “you don’t play fair, do you?” He stoops to grab Logan up under his arms, pulling him up to hold him against his chest. Tucking one arm under Logan’s ass to keep him steady. His puppy howls in protest, then startles a little, blinking softly, looking at Wade like, ‘did you hear that?’ 

“Sh, sh,” Wade shushes gently, mistaking the sound for discomfort and trying to soothe him. “I’ve got you, Lo.”

Logan makes the sound again, a small awooh from deep in his chest, and then another one that Wade’s never heard before. A different kind of howl that Logan repeats. He’s gone pliant in Wade’s arms, focused on making the new sounds. Logan drops his head down onto Wade’s shoulder as he mounts the steps, lowering the volume of his noises, but keeping up a steady stream of little howling and chuffing combos. 

Wade memorizes each of the noises, trying to categorize and guess their meaning, listening as Logan ‘talks’ to him. He uses the opportunity of a distracted Logan to wrangle him back to bed once they reach their room, tucking Logan against his side and chest under the covers, humming and nodding affirmations as he keeps making new puppy sounds, finally showing signs of being sleepy and content. 

“Yeah, baby? Oh, I know.” He encourages, stroking lightly over Logan’s ribs in the way he knows puts him to sleep. Logan cuddles closer, yawning wide and clicking his tongue in his mouth. “There you go, sweetheart,” Wade cups his hand over his hair, brushing his lips to Logan’s temple, tracing his freckles.  

Logan goes limp, falling asleep easily, still breathing out quiet little puppy noises under his breath. Wade falls asleep to the sound of them, smile pressed into Logan’s hair.

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Logan leans into Wade’s side, taking a small break from building the bookcase in the nook under the stairwell. Wade stood a bit out of his way, admiring Logan’s work until he came over to him, wanting a kiss. He nuzzles Wade’s jaw, purring low in his throat; his husband smells like fresh laundry and warmth — they’d made the bed up earlier, Wade had thrown the old sheets over Logan’s head when they’d finished and then promptly declared that he was taking a mid morning nap, crawling under the fresh covers and falling asleep within moments. His puppy had been tiring him out a little lately. 

He’d emerged after an hour or so to find Logan quietly assembling more accessory pieces for the house. 

“Looks good, peanut,” he says, tipping his head to rest against Logan’s, arms crossed as he surveys the walls. Logan tugs at his elbow, pulling his arms apart to cling closer to his chest, nuzzling a bit more intensely. He presses his lips to the corner of Wade’s mouth. Wade knows what he’s after, but he’s hoping Logan’s up for a bit of a game. 

Logan whines when Wade doesn’t turn his head to meet his lips fully, “can I have a kiss?” 

Grinning, Wade swoops in to peck Logan’s lips chastely, just a quick press of their closed mouths. 

“Wha—, no, a real kiss,” he splutters, offended. He wants Wade to kiss him. To do that thing he likes with his tongue and his teeth, push close into Logan’s space so he can cup his face and feel his scarred cheeks under his palms. He’s almost genuinely frustrated until he catches the look on Wade’s face; mischievous and plotting, scheming. Just a little bit evil, in the good way. The fun way. It’s in the quirk of his lips, the creases by his eyelids giving way to pure enjoyment if Logan wants to play along. 

Wade’s in a teasing mood, hoping he can egg Logan into begging a little bit, or at least getting verbally explicit in just how he wants Wade to kiss him. He likes hearing Logan dirty talk, even if he’s grumpy while he does it. 

But the look on his face has Logan getting ideas about how he wants to spend the rest of their day alone. Hank had asked to take Laura out to some art and book stores and a museum for the day, something she’d readily agreed to. 

“Yeah, baby, you want a real kiss?” Wade asks, cloyingly sweet and dangerous. A trap. Knows he’s got the upper hand and both him and Logan love it. And god, he’s a little mean with it, too. An edge creeping into his tone that’s wicked and sharp as the rest of him, like his humor and his fierce protective streak. Logan wants to cut himself on it. 

He thinks about the last time Wade’s voice was like this — the way he’d forced Logan over the table in their honeymoon suite and fucked him so hard he saw stars. Wade had been so fucking perfect then, and they haven’t had a moment like that since and—

“Will you be mean to me?” The words are tumbling out of Logan’s mouth in a breathless rush before he even registers them, leaning hopefully into Wade’s chest, head tipped back a little to make eye contact, let him know he means it even though he hadn’t quite meant to say it like that. Even though it’s not quite the right word; Wade’s always so sweet to him, even when he’s firm and unyielding. Though, Logan’s never really pushed his buttons in a way that wasn’t premeditated and agreed upon. He kind of wonders what it would take to get some of Wade’s control to slip. 

Wade blinks at him, rebooting. Logan traces the shape of his mouth with careful fingertips. 

“Please?” The shovel is already in his hand, he may as well keep digging and see if he can get what he wants out of this. 

Finally, once Wade’s back online he grips Logan’s hips, splays his fingers wide and digs his thumbs into the jut of bone above his waistband; softer in recent months. He dips his face to brush his nose with Logan’s, barely there lashes fluttering. “Walk me through it, Lo. What kinda mean?” 

It’s not what Wade had planned, but he’s a flexible guy and Logan’s asking for something, an act that Wade will never ever deny and always reward. But if they’re being rougher, Wade wants specifics to start with. 

Logan blanches, making a move to pull back until Wade tightens his grip. He kind of hates this part. Wishes Wade could just read his mind. 

“No, hey, c’mere. You can do it. Come on, just a few things and I can pick up the rest.” 

He almost can’t explain it, the way Wade gets, the things he wants. How he talks down to Logan on just the right side of condescending, remaining largely unaffected as he takes Logan apart. Or the sharp way he grabs at his collar, his chin, forcing Logan to look or stay or anything else Wade wants. Logan can whine and squirm and try to get away all he wants, but Wade’s steadfast. Reliable. Constant. It’s a little bit addicting when Logan’s in the mood for it. Wade’s hot like that, and it feels good, sparking little zips of pleasure up his spine. Though sometimes he’s a little too fragile for it, needing Wade’s sweetness and patience more than his teeth. 

Grumbling, he buries his face in Wade’s neck, clutching the fabric of his T-shirt in tight fists. If Wade’s gonna hold him hostage, he’ll hold him right back. “Just… I just want — fuck. Please?” 

Wade rubs his hands over his back, calm and soothing, hoping to help dislodge the words. “Can do it, sweetheart. It’s alright.” 

“Um, okay. How about, verbally and physically? Except, don’t hit me in the face,” Logan mumbles, though Wade’s never done that last thing, he knows if he doesn’t come up with a hard limit, Wade’ll make him talk more. He wants to talk less and do more. Shut his brain off and let the lull of the scene and Wade’s reactions guide him. “Can hit me other places,” he whispers, hips wiggling a little bit already in anticipation. 

“Yeah? Gonna earn it, puppy?” 

Logan nods, nudging his forehead against Wade’s collarbone; at least until all the attention, all the touching and the manhandling gets to him and he melts into it completely. There’s a certain point where Logan forgets he’s been being a brat and just floats in the security of Wade taking care of him like always. 

“Alright. Head upstairs and wait for me, ‘Kay? No touching, pup.” 

Logan takes the stairs three at a time in a dead sprint, Wade’s laughter echoing through the stairwell. 

—

Logan is, of course, touching himself when Wade makes his way to their room. He’s a vision, really — a pair of Wade’s boxers caught in his mouth, humping Wade’s pillow in a desperate rhythm. And if Wade wasn’t told explicitly to be mean to him, he’d tell Logan to keep going, encourage and talk him through it as he got off. 

Instead, Wade plays the part Logan wants, giving him a look as he enters their room, stepping carefully over the overturned laundry strewn across the entryway that Logan obviously frantically sorted through in search of Wade’s clothes. He whimpers excitedly, hips moving faster the closer Wade gets to him, stripping along the way. 

“Thought I said no touching, puppy?”

Logan huffs around the boxers in his teeth, “m’not touchin’.” And he knows technically he’s right, his hands aren’t anywhere near his dick; one braced on the bed as he works his hips and the other clutching damp fabric to his face. 

“Oh? Is that right?” Wade asks, climbing onto the mattress in front of him, his voice pitching low just the way Logan likes. Deeper and more serious than he usually is; a little less lilting but still on the edge of mocking. “Down, pup, you’re not fooling me.” He splays a hand against Logan’s chest and pushes , toppling his balance so he falls flat on his back near the head of the bed. Wade tosses the pillow onto the floor with the rest of the dirty laundry. 

Straddling Logan’s waist, he goes to grab the boxers in his mouth, too. “And these are mine .” Logan clenches his teeth tighter, refusing to let go with a low growl. He snarls and shakes his head back and forth like they’re playing, clearly enjoying himself if the way he bucks his hips under Wade’s is anything to go by. “Are we going to have to go back to basics, baby? Need some refresher lessons on your obedience training, huh? Drop it.” 

Logan growls, digging his teeth in; his eyes narrow but Wade can still see the way his pupils are blown nearly black in pleasure. He lets Wade pin his forearms beside his head, pushing into his hands to test the give of his strength. 

“You know,” Wade drawls, syrupy sweet, giving one last rough tug, succeeding in dislodging his boxers from Logan’s mouth and grinning , “if you wanted some pretty underthings to chew on, I’ll have you ruin those yellow panties you’ve got hidden away and then gag you with them.” 

“I want— Wade, I want that, please. Please. Fuck. Wade, Wade .” Logan fucking keens and begs, panting and overeager, straining against Wade’s hold on his forearms with redoubled effort.  

“Sh, next time. Next time, baby,” Wade knows by that voice that Logan’s too far down to agree to anything new right now, would immediately say yes to whatever Wade suggested without hesitating, all sweet and perfectly subby like he is right now. “Not gonna try anything new this time, we’ll stick to the classics.” He won’t surprise Logan with anything this time, staying within the bounds of things they’ve already done together before that he knows Logan likes. Doesn’t mean he won’t run his mouth with promises for the future, though. 

“Can wear ‘em all day while I tease you until you soak them and then gag on ‘em when I finally fuck you that night, how’s that sound?” 

Apparently, it sounds really good to Logan, who’s eyes roll back as he bucks his hips harder like he’s just about to fucking come until Wade grabs his dick in a tight grip, staving it off. “Ah, ah, no , puppy. Who told you you could come? It wasn’t fucking me.” 

Whining, Logan chokes out a miserable sound, releasing just the tips of his claws to swipe at Wade’s chest in protest with his one free hand. 

“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” Wade tells him, releasing his dick once he’s satisfied that Logan won’t come on the spot to catch his wrist. He works his hand down Logan’s forearm, finding the tendon by his inner elbow with practiced ease and pressing down with just the right amount of pressure to pop his claws the rest of the way with a quiet snickt . “I’m gonna tie you up and you’re gonna sit pretty in my lap like a good boy and then maybe I’ll let you come when I’m done. You’re gonna keep these ,” he shakes Logan’s wrist and claws, “either all in or all out. Your choice, but you’re not allowed to change it.” 

He pauses to let Logan process, watches the puppy gears turn in his little puppy brain as Wade’s words set in — it’s important that Logan understands Wade’s expectations, especially if he’s looking for opportunities to push the boundaries of them. 

Purring when he makes his choice, Logan sheathes his claws, pulling Wade’s arm to his mouth to gnaw at the delicate skin of his inner wrist. A statement clear as day; he doesn’t need his claws to disobey. The playful, stinging bites get his point across and Wade takes them like he always does. With pride, knowing that he’s been built for Logan’s needs. 

“Don’t make me muzzle you, puppy,” Wade coos, voice dripping with affection and the knowledge that they both know he’d never want Logan to not use his teeth in any real sense. He strokes a hand down Logan’s cheek, digging his thumb into his jaw to release his arm, a sweet moan escaping Logan’s mouth when it’s freed. “Oh yeah? D’you like that idea? Keep biting me and I’ll make it happen.” 

The empty threat makes Logan squirm happily, still contentedly pinned under Wade’s weight until he moves off him, grabbing the lube and Logan’s collar from the nightstand drawer, debating for a moment if he should use the cuffs or a rope. 

He’s guessing Logan’s gonna make use of his claws later, choosing the rope so he doesn’t have to work as hard for it. 

Wade settles him in his lap, propping himself up against their sturdy, custom built headboard that Logan handcrafted their first few weeks at the house, fitting boards with subtle gaps and reinforced posts that only the two of them know exactly where to keep a cuff or length of rope. He’s not stringing Logan to it today, though, tying his hands together behind his back instead, keeping him a little unsteady and lilting while he works him open on his fingers. 

Logan bitches the whole time, squirming and begging impatiently for Wade’s cock, rocking harder on his fingers than Wade wants him to. “Don’t need this, come on. Just give me your cock already, Wade.” The muscles in his chest and arms strain and flex as he huffs, pitching forward to mouth Wade’s jaw enticingly. 

The struggle comes to a fever pitch when Logan thrusts his hips back, sinking nearly four of Wade’s fingers into his greedy hole before he’s ready for them, whimpering at the stretch. His impatience earns him a stinging slap to his hip and Wade withdrawing his hand completely. 

“Alright, puppy, you want to be greedy? Think you’re ready for my cock?” He grips Logan’s hips, helping him raise up enough on his knees to sink down onto his length in one motion. The feeling of being suddenly so full draws a sharp gasp from his mouth, but as he braces for Wade to move he begins to realize that his husband is just looking at him. 

His hands have drifted to Logan’s waist, cupping the dip of it softly, eyes full of so much fucking affection and lust in equal measure. Admiring. Like Logan’s something beautiful hung up in some museum. The attention makes him squirm. 

“C’mon,” he tries to work his hips only to be stopped by Wade tightening his grip. 

“No,” Wade says simply, a little bit like Logan’s stupid, heat licking up Logan’s spine at his tone. He clenches around his cock. “I told you, you were gonna sit pretty in my lap,” he drops his mouth down to suck hickeys across Logan’s chest, punctuating his statement with lips and teeth. “Or did you forget already, baby? That’s okay, I know you’re just a little puppy.” 

The condescension is wrapped so sweetly in a compliment that Logan’s head spins a little with the rush he gets from hearing it. 

“Don’t want to just sit,” his puppy whines, pushing into his mouth when Wade licks teasingly over his nipple. He takes the pebbled, sensitive nub into his mouth, clutching Logan close. Trapped just where Wade wants him, helpless to do anything but writhe in his lap with his arms tied so perfectly behind him. “ No ,” he moans, “Wade, stop.” 

“Mm, don’t think I will, puppy baby,” he brings a hand up to pinch his other nipple sharply. “Not hearing our word or a color, so I’m just gonna keep admiring my pretty boy just like this for as long as I want to.” 

Sounding so sure of himself, so smug, Wade goes back to it, humming to himself as he works his mouth over Logan’s chest, palming his pecs to push them up and hiding a grin between them. He pointedly ignores the way Logan shifts his hips, trying to fuck himself down on his cock or rub off on Wade’s stomach, smearing precome between them with every attempted thrust. 

It takes longer for Logan to crack than Wade estimated it would, but with his face buried in Logan’s tits and his cock buried in his ass while he waits him out, he’s not complaining. Eventually, Logan starts to whine in earnest, struggling against the ties on his wrists. 

They snap, shorn through after a quiet snickt that makes Wade grin again, knowing he’s got Logan at his wits end when he paws imploringly at his head, trying to push him off his chest. 

“No. I wanna come, Wade,” he pushes at Wade’s shoulder with his claws tucked back inside his wrist, hoping he might not notice how he freed himself. “No more teasing.” 

“ Stay , Lo.” 

It’s his favorite command, but Logan doesn’t listen, tipping to the side and crawling out of Wade’s lap with a petulant pout. 

Wade’s on him instantly, looping his fingers through the ring of his collar and pulling Logan to face him, “what did I say? I said stay, and I know you know what that means.” 

Grin feral and cock rock hard, Logan bites out, “should’ve made me.” Yelping when the comment gets him manhandled across Wade’s lap again, this time pulled over his thighs on his stomach. The first crack of Wade’s hand across his ass doesn’t startle him, it’s the exact thing he’s been after since he begged for a kiss earlier. 

“I know you’ve been waiting for this,” Wade says, landing another hit harder than the first. “How about you take your punishment for ruining a nice cock warming and then I’ll see what I wanna do with my bad puppy after that?” 

Logan just nods, slipping hard and fast into his even hazier headspace now that Wade’s got his hands on him, giving him what he wanted. He’s quiet while Wade warms him up to his proper punishment, a stinging set of swats in quick succession. Intent on outpacing his healing factor, Wade doesn’t hold back. He reaches twenty with Logan panting and leaking all over his lap, cock twitching with every strike. 

“Ten more. These are for humping my pillow earlier when I told you not to touch yourself, peanut. But someone wanted to be a nasty dog, didn’t they?” Wade cooes at him, stroking his thumb in the small of Logan’s back, drawing the moment out. There’s an undertone to his voice that’s as sweetly stinging as his hand that’s all Logan can think about. The sound ringing in his ears like a bell. “Want you to come for me on the tenth one, okay?” 

Not waiting for an answer, Wade sets in on him. Ten more powerful swats and Logan’s coming with a wounded groan, spilling untouched across Wade’s thighs. 

He barely catches his breath before Wade’s slicking up his fingers again, pressing two of them into his still-fluttering hole. 

With a keening cry, Logan comes a second time all too quickly. “You’re so loud , baby, I really am going to need to gag you one of these days.” 

The thought sends a shudder through Logan, wanting that carnally but too out of it to do much more than shake through the aftershocks of his release, as Wade keeps going , pressing his fingers against his abused prostate again and again. It’s entirely too much, too soon, the edges of overstimulation humming under Logan’s skin and alighting his sensitive nerves. 

And Wade knows exactly what he’s doing. 

“Isn’t this what you wanted, puppy? I thought you wanted to come so bad, huh?” 

He fingers another orgasm out of Logan, trapped across his lap with no choice but to sob as he takes it, sinking and floating at the same time through the sensations overwhelming him. Wade lets him take a small break after that one, stroking Logan’s hair and praising him through it. Reminding him how much he loves him, even when he’s being a brat. 

Eventually, he coaxes Logan off his lap, guiding him with warm, gentle hands that Logan can’t help but press into, pliant and sweet now that he’s come. Perfectly fucked out and ready to be taken apart on his cock for the last time. He knows he’s Wade’s good boy again, after taking his punishment and apologizing. 

“Roll over for me, sweetheart. Gonna fuck you now, alright? That’s it, there you go,” he steadies Logan’s hips when he sways off balance, helping him shuffle into position, laid out on his side with a leg propped over Wade’s hip. “My needy puppy. This is where you belong, isn’t it?” 

Mindlessly, Logan nods along, soft whimpers falling from his lips with the movement. He’s just Wade’s puppy, needs him so much all the time. 

“Yeah, it is,” Wade groans, lining himself up and pushing into Logan easily, he's all loose and relaxed from Wade’s fingers and how many times he’s already come, opening perfectly at the first press of Wade’s cock. 

Wrapping his arms around him to tug him closer, Wade covers his back completely. The new proximity putting his mouth even with the nape of Logan’s neck; an idea popping into Wade’s brain like an honest to god lightbulb. Turning his face into Logan’s neck, he bites , sinking his teeth in as much as he can and scruffing him like an animal. His puppy shouts in pleasure, fisting the sheets so tight they tear under his hands, only to be muffled when Wade stuffs his fingers in his mouth. “Shh, what did I tell you about being quiet, baby?” 

He snakes his other hand from Logan’s hip to wrap slick fingers around his cock, though, because he knows Logan’s not trying to not listen anymore, he’s just too far gone, caught up in the pleasure Wade’s giving him to focus on anything other than how good he feels. Stroking firmly, Wade thumbs the head of his cock on every upstroke, traces the veins on the way back down just the way Logan likes it. He makes choked off little noises of pure need around Wade’s fingers on every pass of his hand, pathetic and desperate. Back to being Wade’s good boy and just taking what he gives him. 

Wade grins against his shoulder, slowing his hips but speeding up his hand, “come for me, puppy.” 

Logan whines and obeys, trembling when he releases, sucking hard on Wade’s fingers still caught in his mouth. He moans at Wade pounding him through it, hips meeting his stinging ass harshly. It hurts in the best way, phantom echoes of Wade’s palm striking him earlier every time he thrusts into him. Logan never thought he’d like pain, or trust anyone enough to let them hurt him in a way he could get off on until Wade. 

He nearly sobs in relief when Wade spills inside him, filling him up. The feeling of being owned and claimed blanketing him in the most pleasant haze. 

“That’s it, baby, take it for me just like that,” Wade groans in his ear, hips rolling to a stop to just rest against Logan’s, surrounding him completely with his warmth and weight. Every point of contact makes Logan’s senses and instincts sing, content and held and loved . Wade bites at his nape one more time, gentler — really just a nip in afterthought to soften the wince of pain as he pulls out to let Logan go. Blurring the lines of Logan’s pain and pleasure like he has been all afternoon. “Good boy. Always so good for me in the end, aren’t you, Lo?” 

Stretching out beneath him, Logan purrs and nuzzles into another pillow. He feels untethered and floaty, still riding the tingling aftershocks of pleasure across his skin. It’s almost too much, wanting to come down a bit he’s about to whine, needing Wade, but then he’s there next to him again without Logan ever having to open his mouth. His husband settles down against his side, sweeping slow, gentle hands over Logan’s back and his hips, up across his shoulders to knead the tension from his arms. 

Logan rumbles louder in appreciation, grounded and slowly emerging from whatever too-low trance he’d almost slipped into before Wade caught him. Just like he always does. He squirms onto Wade’s chest to kiss over his face. 

“That was so good,” he gushes when he finds his words. “Fuck. Exactly what I wanted.” Logan raises himself up on his elbows, looking into Wade’s face to continue. His cheeks are a perfect, pretty pink. Shy and sweet. “You’re really— really good at being… that . With me. You’re a good, um… you take care of me really well.” 

He’s never called it anything, never claimed Wade as a dom , even though he knows that anyone else would look at what they do and identify them in roles that way. The labels never mattered to Logan, but right now he needs Wade to know that whatever they are, whatever he is, Logan thinks he’s the best at it. The words aren’t easy for him, but he tries anyway. Knows Wade deserves to hear them. 

“Yeah?” Wade asks, breathless and cracking. He trails his knuckles down the side of Logan’s jaw, memorizing as if he doesn’t already know him blind. 

“Yeah. I don’t say that enough, I’m sorry.” This he whispers guiltily, tucking his nose into the soft spot in front of Wade’s ear. 

“I know it, though,” Wade counters. “I hear it in other things.” He laughs at Logan’s answering head tilt, all confused puppy. “I can tell by your body, the way you respond to me. The things you let me do now that we wouldn’t have been able to do before you were ready for them. I know you trust me to take care of you, and I know you appreciate it, too.” 

“It is nice to hear it in your voice, sweetheart, but I don’t ever feel undervalued or like I’m missing out on you saying it. It’s in the way you purr for me, and the way you know you can ask for things you want anymore,” he continues. “You let me cuff you and collar you. Fuck, I mean, I brought up a muzzle today and all you did was moan, Lo.” He’s got a point that it shows in everything they do together that Logan loves him and trusts him completely — and that knowledge is enough for Wade; he’d rather have proof than empty words. 

Logan processes for a moment, thinking it over. Lying back down, he situates himself comfortably on Wade’s chest again, holding onto him. Wade sounds like he’s telling the truth, content and fucked out, satisfied. It’s a good look on him. 

“Still, gave me everything I wanted and more this time. Was really, really good. Always is.” 

Wade squeezes him tight in his arms, kisses loudly over cheek, “you’re just so fucking cute, puppy, how could I not give you everything you wanted, anytime?” 

“Mm,” Logan hums, preening under the attention. “Everything I want? Anytime? What about right now?” He hides a grin against Wade’s collarbone, purr rumbling loudly. 

“What’s my puppy want now, huh?” But Wade’s already moving, gathering Logan into his arms to carry him into the ensuite. 

Giggling, Logan wraps his arms and legs around Wade, “I want a bath, and then we should go get dinner later, and watch that movie we wanted to see and” he keeps going, tells Wade all about the kind of night he wants to have with him while the tub fills up, all through their soak and while he washes Wade in turn. Logan babbles through helping Wade with his skincare, his husband listening rapt and attentive, taking in every word and silly, lighthearted demand he makes in this role reversal. There’s a few puppyish requests sprinkled in, Logan feeling bubbly and excited, that Wade files away for his next puppy day to surprise him with. 

He cups Logan’s face in his hand, tilting it to kiss his nose, accidentally cutting off his words mid thought as he gets distracted by the closeness. Logan surges forward, capturing his lips in a sweet, heated kiss. 

Later, Wade convinces him that delivery is worth the fees to not have to leave the house for it, cuddling Logan close in his lap the rest of the day and night.