[ By the time Victor's back, Logan's got a quarter of a bottle in him. He's still dressed, wearing his undershirt and his suit trousers, and when Victor hovers over him he feels drops of water seep into the cloth.
The bite makes him hum, leaning into it to catch Victor's lip between his teeth. ]
What if I said "no"? [ A hand reaches out to grip Victor's waist, though, giving the muscle there a firm squeeze. Logan pulls, legs spreading on instinct and very much inviting Victor to take the space there as he slips his hands over his broad back to wrap his arms around him. ] How you gonna make it up to me?
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The bite makes him hum, leaning into it to catch Victor's lip between his teeth. ]
What if I said "no"? [ A hand reaches out to grip Victor's waist, though, giving the muscle there a firm squeeze. Logan pulls, legs spreading on instinct and very much inviting Victor to take the space there as he slips his hands over his broad back to wrap his arms around him. ] How you gonna make it up to me?