[ Logan doesn't want to move. Healing factor and its easing of all his aches be damned, he's still basking in the memory of how good Victor had felt in him.
That and the feeling of the mess inside him, but that's because Logan's pretty gross.
He fumbles blindly over the edge of the bed until he taps the end of the closed beer bottle, and then presses the bottom of it into Victor's chest. ]
Ain't cold no more. [ His toes curl a bit as his hips squirm, but he turns to lie on his belly and press his cheek into the pillow. ] Like I said.
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That and the feeling of the mess inside him, but that's because Logan's pretty gross.
He fumbles blindly over the edge of the bed until he taps the end of the closed beer bottle, and then presses the bottom of it into Victor's chest. ]
Ain't cold no more. [ His toes curl a bit as his hips squirm, but he turns to lie on his belly and press his cheek into the pillow. ] Like I said.