[ Vic so is taking that invitation, Logan. He settles between Logan's legs, his hair still dripping on his husband. He chuckles, kissing Logan, then nosing up the other man's jaw. That's the scent of Logan, right there. No soap, no damned scents, no fucking others, just Logan. ]
Promise not to let the kid take you shoppin' again?
[ Yeah, he's turned on as hell, but he's still got to be a shithead. ]
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Promise not to let the kid take you shoppin' again?
[ Yeah, he's turned on as hell, but he's still got to be a shithead. ]