"Fuck, baby. I can't wait to get my mouth on that sweet hole. I'm gonna-- Am I on speakerphone? Stop doing this."
Random Prompts | Always Accepting@cablesummerss
“I just hate when play time has to come to an end,” it’s remorseful, paired with the sound of crunching glass and the whimpering of a man dragging himself away on broken legs. There’s a not-too-manly scream as Wade picks the man up by the neck of his shirt. Hoisting him up onto a desk as the man blubbers out .“but fuck if you didn’t make it fun, I really wish we had a soundtrack going on floor three. Do you think we could redo? Get the speaker syste-”
Bust down, Thotiana, bust down, Thotiana
The whimpering of the man stops as Deadpool’s head jerks down to his waist. Hands leaving the man quick.
“Ah shit, hang on. That’s my personal. Do you-”I wanna see you bust down Black gloves pull out a small smartphone and Deadpool jabs at it with a small finger gun.Lick it up, now slurp that shit down“Do you mind? No? Great. I’ll just be a minute.”
A hand hits a hip as the other accepts the call and thumbs over the speaker button“Hey Priscilla, everything okay?” he chirps, giving a little nod at the man on the desk with a little ‘one minute’ finger as if to encourage him to sit still. He gets a flabbergasted look in response. The man temporarily stalled in his shock.
Wade lets it fall a little, though, at the heavy breathing at the other end. The lilt to the other’s voice when he starts speaking. It’s dirty talk. A sweet, sweet greeting that Wade’s more than happy to receive. He stands there, a hand on the edge of the desk just a couple inches away from the phone. Hovering a little over the man who he’d flopped atop it. “Ah, fuck,” it comes after a couple seconds, a little breathy in response to the man on the other side of the phone and the one that’s trying to make his escape by wiggling off the table.
A hand moves to push to the other’s chest to hold him still. The man’s face flushed in embarrassment, Wade thinks.
“Fuck, baby. I can’t wait to get my mouth on that sweet hole.” Wade gives a low whistle at that one. Mr. Stiffy pushing against that red spandexed leather as his victim hits his head back on the table. “I’m gonna-”
“Please let me go,” the man interrupts. “Or just fucking kill me. I don’t want to hear that shit.”
Wade opens his mouth to reply, only for Nate to chime in. His voice still low, a little raspy, but Wade can hear the purse to his lips. “Am I on speaker phone? Stop doing this.”
“Well you called at an inopportune time, sugarlumps. What was I supposed to do?”
“Say you’re fucking busy, Wade.”
“But I’m not busy. I’m just killing a guy. And you know I love it when you talk dirty to me, Nate. It really gets El Pequño Wade in the mood.”
There’s a gunshot just a minute later when the mark takes a grab for it out of desperation, forcing Deadpool’s hand. He doesn’t mind it, though. Holding the phone up towards his mouth, speaker phone and all.
“Anyways. Social Norms aside- what was that about my sweet asshole? I can be home in thirty.”
