[ As much as Logan isn't the type for public displays of affection, he craves the touch of Victor's lips and hands over his bare skin anyway. It's always made him feel human, things like this -- never mind the fact that the teeth in his skin feel more animalistic than not -- being close to someone, being intimate.
His hips buck up as he's marked, a soft growl rumbling in his chest and neck, and though one hand brushes through long hair to expose Victor's face to him (not the most handsome, not by a long shot, but Victor is his and by default Logan loves to look at him), the other one finally tugs that towel loose and lets it slip off Victor's hips like a whisper.
Already? he wants to ask, but instead he's swiping his tongue over his lip and lifting his leg just enough to rub his thigh between Victor's legs -- or his calve, depending. The woes of being short. ]
Yer beer's gettin' warm. [ Logan's voice is low with desire all the same, a flush blooming down sun-kissed skin. ]
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His hips buck up as he's marked, a soft growl rumbling in his chest and neck, and though one hand brushes through long hair to expose Victor's face to him (not the most handsome, not by a long shot, but Victor is his and by default Logan loves to look at him), the other one finally tugs that towel loose and lets it slip off Victor's hips like a whisper.
Already? he wants to ask, but instead he's swiping his tongue over his lip and lifting his leg just enough to rub his thigh between Victor's legs -- or his calve, depending. The woes of being short. ]
Yer beer's gettin' warm. [ Logan's voice is low with desire all the same, a flush blooming down sun-kissed skin. ]