[ Fireworks indeed. The logical part of his brain, the quiet part being drowned out by need and desire, trilled a warning, that this came with consequences but he didn't care. He couldn't care, not anymore, not with Wade inside of him. He had nothing else to compare it to, but it felt right and wonderful and the only way thing he could say about it was a shout of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
He clutched at Wade, nails digging into shoulders and back as he pressed his shoulders back against the wall of the elevator, wrapping his legs tightly around Wade's hips. He bucked his hips, meeting Wade's thrusts as best he could, syncing to his rhythm. ]