Christ. [ Breathless, amused -- the pang of arousal shocks through him like it's the first time, but that's something that's never changed. Even when the fucks were brought about by fights and spilled blood instead of the fact that Logan needs Victor in a way he's never needed anyone, loves how he completes him now instead of hating it. ]
Yeah. Yeah, please.
[ He lifts his knees, helping Victor tug his briefs all the way before he unscrews the cap to the lube and smears it over his palm and fingers. The tube is set aside, Logan's dry hand curls around the back of Victor's neck, and he tugs him down for an open-mouthed kiss at the same time he pushes two fingers into himself just to get used to the sensation.
The healing factor means it's impossible for him to stay stretched in any capacity, but Logan likes the idea of Victor's cock forcing him open, spreading him all the way -- likes that it hurts before it feels magnificent. The thought of it makes him keen, but the sound is muffled in the kiss they share. Logan's wet palm presses to Victor's erection and covers it in barely enough lubricant to keep it from stinging (but God, the fact it's rough only makes him harder, every time). ]
Nnh. [ He's already drawing his knees higher, already spreading his legs -- Logan's hand slips from Victor's dick to smear the excess over a hard stomach, his own belly tight with anticipation. ] C'mon.
Wanted you to fuck me since you ripped that stupid shit in half.
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Yeah. Yeah, please.
[ He lifts his knees, helping Victor tug his briefs all the way before he unscrews the cap to the lube and smears it over his palm and fingers. The tube is set aside, Logan's dry hand curls around the back of Victor's neck, and he tugs him down for an open-mouthed kiss at the same time he pushes two fingers into himself just to get used to the sensation.
The healing factor means it's impossible for him to stay stretched in any capacity, but Logan likes the idea of Victor's cock forcing him open, spreading him all the way -- likes that it hurts before it feels magnificent. The thought of it makes him keen, but the sound is muffled in the kiss they share. Logan's wet palm presses to Victor's erection and covers it in barely enough lubricant to keep it from stinging (but God, the fact it's rough only makes him harder, every time). ]
Nnh. [ He's already drawing his knees higher, already spreading his legs -- Logan's hand slips from Victor's dick to smear the excess over a hard stomach, his own belly tight with anticipation. ] C'mon.
Wanted you to fuck me since you ripped that stupid shit in half.