Yeah. [ The corners of his mouth have pulled into an amused grin, but he understands-- and he kisses Victor surprisingly softly for it, knowing without having to ask what it is he intends on doing. ] I'll wait.
[ Then he disappears to their room to do precisely what he said he would.
It'd be easy if it were just panties, but Logan's gone the whole way with this. He slips a nightie on: lace to match his underwear, a deep red to contrast against the black, but not enough to be jarring. Logan's chest is big enough that it works, the material tight where it should matter, and the bottom of the nightie is nice and fluttery on its way down.
When Victor finds him next, Logan's sitting on the edge of the bed, hands at either side of him and legs crossed. As tempting as he might look, though, he prefaces the whole thing with: ] Jubes okay?
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[ Then he disappears to their room to do precisely what he said he would.
It'd be easy if it were just panties, but Logan's gone the whole way with this. He slips a nightie on: lace to match his underwear, a deep red to contrast against the black, but not enough to be jarring. Logan's chest is big enough that it works, the material tight where it should matter, and the bottom of the nightie is nice and fluttery on its way down.
When Victor finds him next, Logan's sitting on the edge of the bed, hands at either side of him and legs crossed. As tempting as he might look, though, he prefaces the whole thing with: ] Jubes okay?
[ He's always a parent before he's a lover. ]