Sit on Wolverine's lap

As if in a trance, Billy trails over to the arm chair and places himself on Wolverine's lap. Though Billy's movements are gingerly, Wolverine brutally pulls Billy in. Wolverine rips off Billy's shirt with his bare hands and strokes Billy's torso as if appreciating a marble statue. Wolverine slightly extends his claws to tear into Billy's undergarments, making a hole for Billy's ass. Wolverine takes Billy's nipples into his mouth.

"You need a good fuck, huh?" Wolverine growls.

"Yes, sir." Billy squeaked.

"Teddy's not fucking you right and you need Daddy to fix it, huh?"

"Yes, Daddy." Billy repeats.

Wolverine pushes his length into Billy, who howls at the sensation. Billy feels like tectonic plates are divergent within him as Wolverine moves him up and down, but not like a plaything or a sex toy, like someone with a passion for unlocking someone's ecstasy.

Billy's hand flies out to clutch Wolverine's chest for support. His hands squeeze Wolverine's hairy pecs as Wolverine continues to divulge Billy's insides. Billy buries his face in Wolverine's neck, one of his hands moving from Wolverine's chest to his stomach, bulky with muscle but still with a soft belly. Billy could feel Wolverine's soft balls colliding with Billy's ass with every thrust.

Wolverine wraps his hand around Billy's cockhead. "Cum. Cum for daddy."

And Billy does, spraying the inside of Wolverine's hand, hips bucking slightly.

Wolverine takes his cum soaked hand and makes Billy lick it clean, thrusting into Billy's loose hole until he bottoms out and cums in the boy.

Billy goes limp against Wolverine, who strokes Billy's hair and lights a cigar.