He moans as he tastes it, switches to licking up the blood.

Z has to stop licking again just to look at him.

(Fuck – like it's important, like it's precious –)

His eyes are closed and he's focused utterly on the thing that he's doing. 

(It's like he's important, like he's precious--)

This is good. This is really good.

He pulls his hand out of Asher's pants to try to undo them, but he keeps being disarmed by the sensation and the emotions (it feels absurdly safe to feel things right now) and it's taking him a while.

If Z's not licking Asher or jerking him off then Asher will slowly accumulate brain cells and be able to take off his own pants and kick them onto the floor, before returning his full attention to the taste of Z's blood in his mouth.

Then Z can jerk him off without fabric in the way and start licking again, feeling the thrum of the reactor against his lips.

When Z heals Asher tosses his head back and says, "wrote porn about you-- a bunch--"

"–yeah?"

A long kiss on the edge of the reactor.

"Tell me about it?"

"About you and me-- put it on the Internet--"

"I'm gonna be really distracted now until I get to read this."

Asher sits up. 

"Playboyphilanthropist on AO3. If you stop sex for this you have to tell me all the bits you like."

"Sorry about the handjob! Your fault for writing fanfiction!"

He grabs his suit off the ground and rifles through the pockets until he finds his phone.

"I'll give you interest on it or something."

"It's cool, we just had sex and I plan to keep having sex with you for a very long time."

"That is such a fucking beautiful thing to hear."

Okay, Ao3, show him...playboyphilanthropist. Specifically, playboyphilanthropist's Deadpool fanfiction.

Wow, that is a fair amount of Asher/Deadpool fanfiction.

Fanfiction exploring the potential for Deadpool cock and ball torture! Fanfiction about Deadpool being tied up and left helpless by some villain and then Asher rescues him! Fanfiction about Deadpool desperately begging for cock and then coming without being touched! Fanfiction about Asher watching Deadpool jerk off and thinking about how hot he is! Fanfiction about Asher and Deadpool on a romantic vacation to Hawaii! Asher and Deadpool soulmate AU!

One trend Z might notice even from the summaries is that all of the stories involve Asher being really really nice to Deadpool. Asher writes himself as being sweet and gentle and tender, even in the horrifying BDSM-- as touching him softly, as giving compliments, as picking flowers off a bush and giving them to Deadpool and saying the flowers remind him of Deadpool's eyes.

"I thought you probably wouldn't mind."

“Yeah, I, uh...I’m always into...”

Scroll.

Scroll.

“...you write niceness porn about me.”

"I like you," he says, like it's an explanation. 

“Most people who like me don’t have a “deadpool is happy” tag!”

“...I mean, that’s what I’d guess, anyway.” 

Much to Asher's great surprise, the words that come out of his mouth are sincere.

"I like thinking about you being happy. It doesn't seem like you get to be happy very often."

Oh.

”I...yeah. You’re not wrong.”

What if he just...holds his hand?

Asher is happy to hold his hand! Asher will probably also put his head on Z's shoulder.

What does it say about him that this might be better than the most recent instance of sex?

“...you like thinking about me being happy.”

He’s just going to open this soulmate AU thing now.

"Why would I ask you out if I didn't like thinking about you being happy?"

Deadpool doesn't have any soulmate words and grew up expecting to be alone forever. Asher has the first words Deadpool says to him. There is a disagreement between Asher and Deadpool about whether they're soulmates; Deadpool thinks he doesn't have a soulmate because he's broken, while Asher thinks his words would have shown up on his bacon side. (In this fic, Deadpool grows up bacon.) Eventually Asher explains that he doesn't care, he would rather be with Deadpool than his soulmate, and they live happily ever after.