[ His entire body sings with sensation when he's bitten; Logan's fingers curl into Victor's bare skin at the same time his eyes go that much darker. The wounds don't last, leaving nothing but a phantom sensation in the wake of his healing factor, but the claim is there and it's strong and it burns, a little bit. Makes Logan have to bite back the whimper in his throat.
He regains enough composure to push Victor's hips up a little, just enough so he has space to undo the fastenings to his trousers and tug them down narrow hips and thick thighs. ] You ain't rippin' these pants. [ The shirt's already ruined, after all.
But they come off easy enough and Logan kicks them the rest of the way, and barely self-conscious he pulls his undershirt up over his head to toss it to the side. Now all he's got on is his underwear, and he fiddles with the knot of Victor's towel with one hand at the same time he leans up to lick a stripe up his chest. ]
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He regains enough composure to push Victor's hips up a little, just enough so he has space to undo the fastenings to his trousers and tug them down narrow hips and thick thighs. ] You ain't rippin' these pants. [ The shirt's already ruined, after all.
But they come off easy enough and Logan kicks them the rest of the way, and barely self-conscious he pulls his undershirt up over his head to toss it to the side. Now all he's got on is his underwear, and he fiddles with the knot of Victor's towel with one hand at the same time he leans up to lick a stripe up his chest. ]