Untitled X-Men 3 PWP (Warren/Peter)
Way back when X-Men 3 came out Angel (Warren) and Colossus (Peter) stuck in my mind as the two I'd really love to watch having sex. So, after awhile of looking and not finding, I wrote my own.
Again, this is just an excuse for two hot men to have sex. No plot involved.
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Warren poked his head around the corner, watching for a moment to make sure no one was coming before stepping out. He knew his wings wouldn’t be out of place here but he couldn’t shake the paranoia he’d been living with for years.
Turning his body to look behind - looking over his shoulder only gave him a view of white - Warren turned back and Oof!, ran into what felt like a solid, warm wall.
“Hey, careful there.” The voice was low and warm and Warren looked up into a near emotionless face and smiling eyes.
A few hazy hours later Warren was on his stomach, naked and burning up from the inside as what felt like solid steel slowly slid, hot and wet, inside him. He was grateful for his wings shielding his view because if this was just one finger…he’d seen what would come after.
The rest of that evening and night passed in flashes of intense sensation. Peter’s endurance and stamina were amazing and Warren thought he would die from wave after wave of pleasure that Peter wrung from his body.
***
That first intense *burn* as Peter pushes inside, hard heat covering him, shielding him, burning him up from outside and in. His breath catches in his chest - he can’t breath, can’t think, can’t move, is only aware of pressurepain, of impossibly hard and heated flesh till strong fingers slide underneath and caress his chest and stomach, easing the ache until all that is left is heat and slow, gradual movement, unnoticed till now, slowly burning into pleasure.
***
Warren’s wings spread beneath him forming a bed of down as his legs are raised - one strong arm hooked under each. One leg is placed over a broad shoulder, the other pressed thigh to chest. Peter reaches down with one hand and eases himself back in one slow glide. It’s easier this time, he’s still loose and open though there is an echo of pain - Peter is small nowhere - that vanishes quickly as slow strokes ghost over his prostrate, light brushes that seem to barely build on each other yet leave no time for the swell to subside. Slowly, so slowly building, one brush merging into the next, over and over and again till he suddenly cries out in surprise at his own release. Peter doesn’t even pause and Warren’s not sure if he softened at all as the pleasure slowly builds again.
***
Warren protests the emptiness as Peter pulls out suddenly but that’s all he has time for as Peter rolls onto his back then upright, rolling Warren with him till he’s perched on top, kneeling astride Peter’s hips, wings outspread in an instinctual move for balance. Peter doesn’t hesitate as he lifts Warren by the hips before sliding him down over his cock. Throwing his head back as Peter nails his prostate on that first glide, Warren feels weightless, free, as Peter’s arms support his body and his wings keep him balanced as he’s lifted and lowered, faster and faster, cock thrusting into him, harder and harder till finally, with a low groan, Peter comes.
***
They are laying face to face, dozing as they both rest and recover. Warren’s whole body, through to his wings, seems to ache deliciously in time to the heartbeat he can feel through Peter’s hand, warm and heavy on his hip. They’ve been lying for awhile now, sated and sore, and Warren can’t suppress a murmur of surprise and disbelief as Peter’s hand slides lower, around and down, under his thigh, then up, lifting, till his leg rests over Peter’s own, hooked up and over his thigh, tilting Warren’s hips just enough so in one smooth glide Peter can push inside.
It’s slow this time; slow and gentle, barely there movements as Peter cradles him close.
Warren feels soft and swollen inside, even to himself, and he can’t imagine how he feels to Peter who’s still moving with infinite care, not hurrying his thrusts and if previous experience is anything to go on, Peter can probably keep this up for hours.
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Again, this is just an excuse for two hot men to have sex. No plot involved.
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Warren poked his head around the corner, watching for a moment to make sure no one was coming before stepping out. He knew his wings wouldn’t be out of place here but he couldn’t shake the paranoia he’d been living with for years.
Turning his body to look behind - looking over his shoulder only gave him a view of white - Warren turned back and Oof!, ran into what felt like a solid, warm wall.
“Hey, careful there.” The voice was low and warm and Warren looked up into a near emotionless face and smiling eyes.
A few hazy hours later Warren was on his stomach, naked and burning up from the inside as what felt like solid steel slowly slid, hot and wet, inside him. He was grateful for his wings shielding his view because if this was just one finger…he’d seen what would come after.
The rest of that evening and night passed in flashes of intense sensation. Peter’s endurance and stamina were amazing and Warren thought he would die from wave after wave of pleasure that Peter wrung from his body.
***
That first intense *burn* as Peter pushes inside, hard heat covering him, shielding him, burning him up from outside and in. His breath catches in his chest - he can’t breath, can’t think, can’t move, is only aware of pressurepain, of impossibly hard and heated flesh till strong fingers slide underneath and caress his chest and stomach, easing the ache until all that is left is heat and slow, gradual movement, unnoticed till now, slowly burning into pleasure.
***
Warren’s wings spread beneath him forming a bed of down as his legs are raised - one strong arm hooked under each. One leg is placed over a broad shoulder, the other pressed thigh to chest. Peter reaches down with one hand and eases himself back in one slow glide. It’s easier this time, he’s still loose and open though there is an echo of pain - Peter is small nowhere - that vanishes quickly as slow strokes ghost over his prostrate, light brushes that seem to barely build on each other yet leave no time for the swell to subside. Slowly, so slowly building, one brush merging into the next, over and over and again till he suddenly cries out in surprise at his own release. Peter doesn’t even pause and Warren’s not sure if he softened at all as the pleasure slowly builds again.
***
Warren protests the emptiness as Peter pulls out suddenly but that’s all he has time for as Peter rolls onto his back then upright, rolling Warren with him till he’s perched on top, kneeling astride Peter’s hips, wings outspread in an instinctual move for balance. Peter doesn’t hesitate as he lifts Warren by the hips before sliding him down over his cock. Throwing his head back as Peter nails his prostate on that first glide, Warren feels weightless, free, as Peter’s arms support his body and his wings keep him balanced as he’s lifted and lowered, faster and faster, cock thrusting into him, harder and harder till finally, with a low groan, Peter comes.
***
They are laying face to face, dozing as they both rest and recover. Warren’s whole body, through to his wings, seems to ache deliciously in time to the heartbeat he can feel through Peter’s hand, warm and heavy on his hip. They’ve been lying for awhile now, sated and sore, and Warren can’t suppress a murmur of surprise and disbelief as Peter’s hand slides lower, around and down, under his thigh, then up, lifting, till his leg rests over Peter’s own, hooked up and over his thigh, tilting Warren’s hips just enough so in one smooth glide Peter can push inside.
It’s slow this time; slow and gentle, barely there movements as Peter cradles him close.
Warren feels soft and swollen inside, even to himself, and he can’t imagine how he feels to Peter who’s still moving with infinite care, not hurrying his thrusts and if previous experience is anything to go on, Peter can probably keep this up for hours.
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