[Wade moans into Travis's mouth as he feels the other man's hips slide irresistibly against his. His breath shudders; his hands tremble in Travis's hair. He has to admit it-- all aggressiveness and posturing aside, Travis Touchdown is a damn good kisser.
But fuck if he's gonna let him know that. Not when he's working so hard to get Wade to back down with all the grinding and pushing and-- wait.
Wait, did he just feel--
That pressure against his hip--
Oh my god.
Wade breaks away with a triumphant, throaty chuckle.]
Why, Mr. Touchdown... is that a beam katana in your pocket or are you just enjoying this way too much?
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But fuck if he's gonna let him know that. Not when he's working so hard to get Wade to back down with all the grinding and pushing and-- wait.
Wait, did he just feel--
That pressure against his hip--
Oh my god.
Wade breaks away with a triumphant, throaty chuckle.]
Why, Mr. Touchdown... is that a beam katana in your pocket or are you just enjoying this way too much?