[ The steady weight of Victor's body on his own has him shivering just as much as the hand on his dick does. Logan laughs, huffing into Victor's mouth at the blunt confession, and gives his cock a firm squeeze. ] Say that again.
[ His free hand releases Victor's hair, moving to fumble for the drawer by their bed and pull it open so he can reach for the tube of lubricant in there.
He rubs the pad of his thumb over the underside of Victor's dick, slides it up over his foreskin and towards the glans under his head. Logan bites his lip, pulling at it with his teeth, and then lays back and rubs his thumb upward towards Victor's slit. All the while, he rolls his hips up nice and graceful, his own length peeking nicely over the waistband of his underwear. ]
[ Vic has no pride when it comes to having sex with his husband. He feels no shame at all admitting that he wants to fuck the daylights out of Logan. There's no one else to hear it here. And even if there were? Vic would just grin and say it again.
He fucks his dick into Logan's hand. He knows how to please his husband. Kissing Logan again, he nips at his bottom lip, the same as Logan did for him. His hand starts working Logan's underwear down. ]
Let me fuck you.
[ Vic growls out the four words, against Logan's skin. ]
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.
[ There is something about being husbands for over a century. A way about them that means that they know every in and out of the other person, know what will get them going and keep them going.
But they've passed the days when they've fought and fucked to a bloody end. They've passed the days when fighting with one another was the way they showed that they cared.
Now, they have this: an evening when they're alone at home, victorious in another job well done. He kisses Logan hard, his tongue invading the other man's mouth. He knows that damned healing factor changes things between them. He knows that when he presses into Logan it'll still sting and burn before he can make it right.
Gently, he pushes Logan's hand out of the way and presses forward. He wants to fuck his husband, and he plans on doing that right now. The soft stretch of Logan around him makes him hiss in a breath and he presses forward more until he's seated deeply within his husband. ]
Goddamn.
[ Victor pants out the two syllables. He lets go of Logan's cock and buries claws in the other man's hair. Then, when he's sure he won't hurt Logan, he starts to move. Under them, the bed creaks in time to his thrusts and he doesn't give a damn. He's inside his husband and that's all that matters. ]
[ It leaves him breathless, the way Victor splits him open, and Logan moans around the warmth of Victor's tongue in his mouth. The hurt lasts for only a handful of moments, because then Victor starts to rock, and his hips draw back and forth, and with every inch he sinks deeper all Logan can do is cry out for it.
His husband's prick is thick and hot and fucking perfect, always perfect, and Logan's hand settles on Victor's lower back to anchor him in a rhythm, the other reaching up over his own head to curl into the pillow there. ]
That's it, that's it, that's it. [ Head tilting back, Logan gasps at the full sensation, at how good it feels, at how it makes him feel whole. He leans into the hand on his head, the action almost docile despite the circling of his hips to match each thrust, and though he'll never say it out loud he relishes how secure Victor makes him feel just as much as he relishes the heat of their sex.
God knows Logan never thought he'd find a home with anyone. ]
Ah, fuck, Vic... nnh, harder -- I ain't gonna break.
[ The pair of them are a pair. If they aren't fighting, they're fucking, or just fucking around with each other.
He wants more, and the admonishment to move harder is met with sharp, long thrusts, meant to drive them both to distraction. His claws drag along Logan's scalp, offering a bit of pain to go with the pleasure, just like they both like.
Vic chuckles, low and rough, kissing Logan hard and then shifting the angles of his thrusts. He knows just where to hit to get them both off as hard and as fast as they want. But fast isn't his goal tonight. Instead, he wants it hard, but he wants Logan to be unable to walk for a few minutes afterward. ]
Fuck.
[ He hisses out the word. Reaching up, he catches Logan's hand and curls their fingers together. ]
[ If Victor's aiming for hard and overwhelming, he's succeeding. The bed creaks under them, the tilt of Victor's hips enough to get his flesh slapping against Logan's with every slick thrust, and it's not much more of this before the keens he tries to swallow down pour out of his lips anyway into the small space between them. ]
Yeah, [ he squeezes Victor's hand, knees pressing to his sides as his hips rock to meet every smooth slide home, as his tongue flicks against Victor's and his cock drools nice and steady over his own belly ] oh God, y'perfect.
[ Back arching, Logan's toes curl at the same time his claws peek between his knuckles, pushing out just enough to tickle Victor's spine with adamantium tips, to make him bleed just a little.
He hisses oh-so softly into Victor's mouth -- ] Wish you could fuck me forever.
[ Victor just wants to fuck his husband. He wants Logan to burst into little pieces below him. It's something to have a strong man beneath him, falling to pieces just because, and knowing that he's the cause of it.
Hearing Logan let out those breathless little sounds and hearing the slap of flesh on flesh, drives Victor to press harder and deeper into Logan. He ignores the squeaking of the bed, gripping Logan's hand tight. Hearing Logan calls him perfect and he kisses Logan harder. ]
Uuh... [ He'd already been close, but the promise and its finality is like the final nail in the coffin. It's all so intimate, with their hands joined as Victor promises sex against his lips. And it has Logan shivering as he tightens that much around Victor's prick, drawing him in balls deep, hooking a leg around his waist to press them flush together.
The scent of Victor's sex has Logan's own scent dashing towards sweeter notes, and Logan shivers as he digs a heel into Victor's back. ]
Close. [ It's not much of a warning. ] Nnh, Vic, I'm gon -- ah --
[ His back arches off the bed and his cock spurts and spills -- thick ropes over Logan's belly and chest, caught in the hair that fluffs over his skin. He tightens around Victor's cock as he does it, muscles taut as come dribbles out of him with every rock of Victor's hips, wet and thick and messy. ]
Fuck. [ Logan's eyes shut tight, cheeks flushed as he brings the hand on Victor's back over his chest and curls his fingers in to grip. ] Nnnuh, Victor.
[ At this rate he's going to get hard again, and Logan whimpers at that. ]
Come inside. [ A gasp, and a lazy trickle of come lands on Logan's belly as Victor pushes in just right -- and to think Logan's already mad from coming once. ] Fuck!
[ Vic doesn't laugh. He doesn't have the breath to. He wants to press in harder and deeper. He's not ready to give up just yet. He ain't there yet. Feeling Logan tighten around him, though... that's a sensation that is worth everything.
He leans down and kisses Logan hard. ]
I ain't ready yet.
[ He wants Logan to be too exhausted to swear at him. He hits that right angle again, and stays there. He's just brushing against him and then presses in hard, fast and almost brutal, able to hit that prostate every time. ]
[ Feeling Victor pause and throb inside him makes him keen. ] Creed!
[ Logan would sound exasperated if Victor's name wasn't wrapped around a moan, his body trembling now as his prick easily finds itself raised to full hardness again. Logan's body fixes itself and it drives him crazy, his lips parted and his panting heavy, and his hole fluttering around Victor's length all oversensitive and tight.
And then he takes him. ]
Hnaah! Vic--! [ It shouldn't be surprising, but each jolt of arousal he gets matches Victor's brutal pace perfectly. He can't remember their last record. He can only remember feeling so fucking good the phantom tingling in his legs and lower back lasted for ages. ] Ah, ah, ah... [ Mouth popped open, Logan's prick goes back to dripping with ease, skin flushed with the blood that's rushed back to it, pre-come adding to the right mess on his belly. ]
[ God yes. He loves when Logan can't remember his name. He loves it and wants it more and more. But he will admit that it's getting hard to remember his own name, let alone anyone else's.
Sweat begins to drip off of him. He kisses Logan hard, teeth gnashing against the sensitive flesh of his lips.
He lets go of Logan's hand and braces himself on his arms, pressing hard and fast into his husband. He knows that Logan's going to come again. He can feel the internal fluttering around his cock. ]
C'mon babe...
[ Terms of endearment aren't big between them, but sometimes they're necessary. ]
[ If he had any semblance of coherent thought he'd have spat out a whaddya mean babe?
As it is, all Logan can do is cup the back of Victor's head and gasp weakly against smirking lips, eyes shutting tight and body clenching each time Victor pulls away as if to keep him in. As it is, all he can do is drag blunt nails over Victor's skin and want so badly to cling to him, to be swallowed up in him.
And come for him, because Victor called him babe.
If he could think he'd be embarrassed, his hole going tight again as he comes untouched over both their bellies and over his own chin. Embarrassed because that had been too easy, because his eyes are watering from orgasm and his body is only rising and squirming as his sensitivity goes four times as bad as it was in the beginning.
Still, a leg hooks around Victor's torso.
Logan whimpers, voice trembling in his throat, but finds words escaping him when he's got Victor to moan for, anyway, his body rocking and moving and still working to feel as hot and tight and wet as Victor wants him to be. ]
[ If Vic had been thinking, he would've punched his damned self for calling Logan 'babe' of all things. They aren't ones for cute pet names unless 'asshole' and 'Runt' count. But fuck, he's not thinking.
He's got his cock buried deep in Logan and his husband just keeps tightening on him and he's not thinking.
He hears that last whimper and it's his fucking undoing. His body shudders above Logan as he comes so hard his vision whites out. Were he anyone else, he'd probably be unconscious right now, but he's Victor Fucking Creed. None of that pussy shit for him.
He leans down and kisses Logan hard, panting and unable to catch his breath. Dropping his head against Logan's shoulder he gulps for air. ]
[ Victor empties himself in him and Logan sighs with relief, eyes fluttering closed and body running tight, greedy, to keep anything from spilling. His grip on the back of Victor's neck tightens for a moment in a show of comfort as the legs around Victor loosen, and he makes it so Logan can rest his ankles on the mattress with his legs still spread, with his hips still raised to keep Victor inside him.
The heat is incredible, all-encompassing. Logan's hand slips up to stroke Victor's hair as he nips at his temple and the shell of his ear.
He'd speak, but he's sure Victor can feel the rumbling in his throat and chest -- the soft noises of satisfaction. He wraps his free arm around his waist to pull that bigger frame down, to urge Victor to slump into him and press their bodies together. It's hard to suppress the smug grin that pops onto his face when he feels his come smear between their bellies, and he relishes the thought of his husband smelling like their sex for a while. ]
Shh. [ He licks the sweat off Victor's cheek, bites lightly at the corner of his brow as his hand strokes along his back. ] Easy.
[ It's hot in here. They normally run warm and keep their bedroom a little cooler than the rest of the house. But tonight, all Vic can smell is the sweat, the come, and the arousal that had permeated the air not long ago.
He likes the sounds of satisfaction coming from Logan. That's what he'd been after. He loves the almost purring sound. He rumbles into an almost purr, nuzzling Logan's throat. He's beyond spent right now, but that's okay.
He kisses just under Logan's ear and then slowly pulls out of his husband. He's ultra sensitive right now, and even that act brings a shiver up his spine. ]
Uuh... [ Logan's not proud of the moan he lets out when Victor's gone from him, but he's glad for the opportunity to slump entirely onto the mattress and relax. He turns his head just enough to catch Victor's mouth and kiss him again, and nudges the tips of their noses together when he's done licking into his mouth.
The comment he gives is less than gentle in comparison to the touches, but there's enough humour in it to show Logan's teasing. ] Good. I'd kill ya if you left. [ He unsheathes his claws on his right hand, the one settled on Victor's back, just enough to make the tell-tale snikt noise, and then slips them back up into his arm as his fingers trail up and tug lightly on Victor's hair. ]
[ 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.
[ Vic is basking too. Nothing like a good job, and a good fuck, to settle him down for the evening. He leans over Logan and takes the beer, using his claws to pry off the cap. ]
Still wet.
[ He leans over and noses into Logan's neck, kissing it gently. There's a clatter from the living room and a soft curse and Vic grins. ]
Alright, kid?
[ He calls, getting an annoyed 'Yeah' from the living room. He chuckles and drops a kiss on Logan's shoulder. ]
[ Hearing Jubilee in the living room makes him smile, and getting the kiss on his skin right after makes him smile even wider, though Logan buries the expression in the fabric of the pillow. ]
Go get the blanket. [ It's muffled, but he's sure Victor'll hear it. He's happy Jubilee is home, but he doesn't exactly want her to see what he looks like post-sex in graphic detail. It won't take a genius to tell that they'd had sex, but they've got to be at least a little modest in front of their kid in case she walks in. ]
Tell her to brush before goin' ta bed, too.
[ If Victor's a direct asshole, then Logan's the indirect one who doesn't want to raise his voice when he'd just used it all whining. But he does lean in to kiss Victor's shoulder in turn all the same to sweeten the deal a little. ]
[ Vic chuckles. He drags the blanket up, covering both of them. Jubilee isn't going to stick her head in. She knows better, but he'll humor Logan. ]
You tell 'er, you're so damned concerned.
[ Vic is always amused that Logan will let the kid walk out of the house wearing skimpy clothes to go clubbing in - Vic's seen bikinis with more fabric; he won't go into the damned bikini she sunbathes in - but he reminds her to brush her damn teeth.
[ That gets a punch instead of a kiss, but it's so half-hearted in the wake of Logan's physical bliss it's probably just a love tap made with a fist. ] Yer so fuckin' useless. [ He doesn't mean that, but he does end up hollering something along the lines of Jubilee, teeth! after.
If his voice cracked a bit in the middle of those double E sounds, then he's going to pretend that it didn't. ]
[ Vic laughs outright at the punch. He grabs Logan's wrist and kisses the scarred knuckles.
Jubilee yells something back that might have been 'whatever' but was garbled around food. Kid's a garbage disposal. God knows what she found to eat in the fridge that was any good. ]
I'll pay to replace it.
[ He rumbles out the words into Logan's ear. He'll bribe the kid too. But then it's only fair that she dresses both of them. Admittedly, they'd be a bit lost without her when it comes time to dress for certain occasions. ]
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[ His free hand releases Victor's hair, moving to fumble for the drawer by their bed and pull it open so he can reach for the tube of lubricant in there.
He rubs the pad of his thumb over the underside of Victor's dick, slides it up over his foreskin and towards the glans under his head. Logan bites his lip, pulling at it with his teeth, and then lays back and rubs his thumb upward towards Victor's slit. All the while, he rolls his hips up nice and graceful, his own length peeking nicely over the waistband of his underwear. ]
Want me how, huh?
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[ Vic has no pride when it comes to having sex with his husband. He feels no shame at all admitting that he wants to fuck the daylights out of Logan. There's no one else to hear it here. And even if there were? Vic would just grin and say it again.
He fucks his dick into Logan's hand. He knows how to please his husband. Kissing Logan again, he nips at his bottom lip, the same as Logan did for him. His hand starts working Logan's underwear down. ]
Let me fuck you.
[ Vic growls out the four words, against Logan's skin. ]
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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.
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But they've passed the days when they've fought and fucked to a bloody end. They've passed the days when fighting with one another was the way they showed that they cared.
Now, they have this: an evening when they're alone at home, victorious in another job well done. He kisses Logan hard, his tongue invading the other man's mouth. He knows that damned healing factor changes things between them. He knows that when he presses into Logan it'll still sting and burn before he can make it right.
Gently, he pushes Logan's hand out of the way and presses forward. He wants to fuck his husband, and he plans on doing that right now. The soft stretch of Logan around him makes him hiss in a breath and he presses forward more until he's seated deeply within his husband. ]
Goddamn.
[ Victor pants out the two syllables. He lets go of Logan's cock and buries claws in the other man's hair. Then, when he's sure he won't hurt Logan, he starts to move. Under them, the bed creaks in time to his thrusts and he doesn't give a damn. He's inside his husband and that's all that matters. ]
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His husband's prick is thick and hot and fucking perfect, always perfect, and Logan's hand settles on Victor's lower back to anchor him in a rhythm, the other reaching up over his own head to curl into the pillow there. ]
That's it, that's it, that's it. [ Head tilting back, Logan gasps at the full sensation, at how good it feels, at how it makes him feel whole. He leans into the hand on his head, the action almost docile despite the circling of his hips to match each thrust, and though he'll never say it out loud he relishes how secure Victor makes him feel just as much as he relishes the heat of their sex.
God knows Logan never thought he'd find a home with anyone. ]
Ah, fuck, Vic... nnh, harder -- I ain't gonna break.
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He wants more, and the admonishment to move harder is met with sharp, long thrusts, meant to drive them both to distraction. His claws drag along Logan's scalp, offering a bit of pain to go with the pleasure, just like they both like.
Vic chuckles, low and rough, kissing Logan hard and then shifting the angles of his thrusts. He knows just where to hit to get them both off as hard and as fast as they want. But fast isn't his goal tonight. Instead, he wants it hard, but he wants Logan to be unable to walk for a few minutes afterward. ]
Fuck.
[ He hisses out the word. Reaching up, he catches Logan's hand and curls their fingers together. ]
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Yeah, [ he squeezes Victor's hand, knees pressing to his sides as his hips rock to meet every smooth slide home, as his tongue flicks against Victor's and his cock drools nice and steady over his own belly ] oh God, y'perfect.
[ Back arching, Logan's toes curl at the same time his claws peek between his knuckles, pushing out just enough to tickle Victor's spine with adamantium tips, to make him bleed just a little.
He hisses oh-so softly into Victor's mouth -- ] Wish you could fuck me forever.
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Hearing Logan let out those breathless little sounds and hearing the slap of flesh on flesh, drives Victor to press harder and deeper into Logan. He ignores the squeaking of the bed, gripping Logan's hand tight. Hearing Logan calls him perfect and he kisses Logan harder. ]
I'll fuck you as long as I can, and then some.
[ He whispers the words against Logan's mouth. ]
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The scent of Victor's sex has Logan's own scent dashing towards sweeter notes, and Logan shivers as he digs a heel into Victor's back. ]
Close. [ It's not much of a warning. ] Nnh, Vic, I'm gon -- ah --
[ His back arches off the bed and his cock spurts and spills -- thick ropes over Logan's belly and chest, caught in the hair that fluffs over his skin. He tightens around Victor's cock as he does it, muscles taut as come dribbles out of him with every rock of Victor's hips, wet and thick and messy. ]
Fuck. [ Logan's eyes shut tight, cheeks flushed as he brings the hand on Victor's back over his chest and curls his fingers in to grip. ] Nnnuh, Victor.
[ At this rate he's going to get hard again, and Logan whimpers at that. ]
Come inside. [ A gasp, and a lazy trickle of come lands on Logan's belly as Victor pushes in just right -- and to think Logan's already mad from coming once. ] Fuck!
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He leans down and kisses Logan hard. ]
I ain't ready yet.
[ He wants Logan to be too exhausted to swear at him. He hits that right angle again, and stays there. He's just brushing against him and then presses in hard, fast and almost brutal, able to hit that prostate every time. ]
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[ Logan would sound exasperated if Victor's name wasn't wrapped around a moan, his body trembling now as his prick easily finds itself raised to full hardness again. Logan's body fixes itself and it drives him crazy, his lips parted and his panting heavy, and his hole fluttering around Victor's length all oversensitive and tight.
And then he takes him. ]
Hnaah! Vic--! [ It shouldn't be surprising, but each jolt of arousal he gets matches Victor's brutal pace perfectly. He can't remember their last record. He can only remember feeling so fucking good the phantom tingling in his legs and lower back lasted for ages. ] Ah, ah, ah... [ Mouth popped open, Logan's prick goes back to dripping with ease, skin flushed with the blood that's rushed back to it, pre-come adding to the right mess on his belly. ]
Again -- I -- hnnh, gonna again. Please...
[ Victor, Christ. ]
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Sweat begins to drip off of him. He kisses Logan hard, teeth gnashing against the sensitive flesh of his lips.
He lets go of Logan's hand and braces himself on his arms, pressing hard and fast into his husband. He knows that Logan's going to come again. He can feel the internal fluttering around his cock. ]
C'mon babe...
[ Terms of endearment aren't big between them, but sometimes they're necessary. ]
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As it is, all Logan can do is cup the back of Victor's head and gasp weakly against smirking lips, eyes shutting tight and body clenching each time Victor pulls away as if to keep him in. As it is, all he can do is drag blunt nails over Victor's skin and want so badly to cling to him, to be swallowed up in him.
And come for him, because Victor called him babe.
If he could think he'd be embarrassed, his hole going tight again as he comes untouched over both their bellies and over his own chin. Embarrassed because that had been too easy, because his eyes are watering from orgasm and his body is only rising and squirming as his sensitivity goes four times as bad as it was in the beginning.
Still, a leg hooks around Victor's torso.
Logan whimpers, voice trembling in his throat, but finds words escaping him when he's got Victor to moan for, anyway, his body rocking and moving and still working to feel as hot and tight and wet as Victor wants him to be. ]
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He's got his cock buried deep in Logan and his husband just keeps tightening on him and he's not thinking.
He hears that last whimper and it's his fucking undoing. His body shudders above Logan as he comes so hard his vision whites out. Were he anyone else, he'd probably be unconscious right now, but he's Victor Fucking Creed. None of that pussy shit for him.
He leans down and kisses Logan hard, panting and unable to catch his breath. Dropping his head against Logan's shoulder he gulps for air. ]
Fuck.
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The heat is incredible, all-encompassing. Logan's hand slips up to stroke Victor's hair as he nips at his temple and the shell of his ear.
He'd speak, but he's sure Victor can feel the rumbling in his throat and chest -- the soft noises of satisfaction. He wraps his free arm around his waist to pull that bigger frame down, to urge Victor to slump into him and press their bodies together. It's hard to suppress the smug grin that pops onto his face when he feels his come smear between their bellies, and he relishes the thought of his husband smelling like their sex for a while. ]
Shh. [ He licks the sweat off Victor's cheek, bites lightly at the corner of his brow as his hand strokes along his back. ] Easy.
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He likes the sounds of satisfaction coming from Logan. That's what he'd been after. He loves the almost purring sound. He rumbles into an almost purr, nuzzling Logan's throat. He's beyond spent right now, but that's okay.
He kisses just under Logan's ear and then slowly pulls out of his husband. He's ultra sensitive right now, and even that act brings a shiver up his spine. ]
I ain't goin' anywhere.
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The comment he gives is less than gentle in comparison to the touches, but there's enough humour in it to show Logan's teasing. ] Good. I'd kill ya if you left. [ He unsheathes his claws on his right hand, the one settled on Victor's back, just enough to make the tell-tale snikt noise, and then slips them back up into his arm as his fingers trail up and tug lightly on Victor's hair. ]
Roll over. [ Grunt. Kiss. ] Yer heavy as shit.
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You couldn't kill me, Runt. Kid'd walk all over you.
[ But he's just being a smart ass. He wouldn't abandon his family, as fucked up as it is, for anything.
Still, he chuckles again. ]
Pass me my beer.
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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.
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Still wet.
[ He leans over and noses into Logan's neck, kissing it gently. There's a clatter from the living room and a soft curse and Vic grins. ]
Alright, kid?
[ He calls, getting an annoyed 'Yeah' from the living room. He chuckles and drops a kiss on Logan's shoulder. ]
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Go get the blanket. [ It's muffled, but he's sure Victor'll hear it. He's happy Jubilee is home, but he doesn't exactly want her to see what he looks like post-sex in graphic detail. It won't take a genius to tell that they'd had sex, but they've got to be at least a little modest in front of their kid in case she walks in. ]
Tell her to brush before goin' ta bed, too.
[ If Victor's a direct asshole, then Logan's the indirect one who doesn't want to raise his voice when he'd just used it all whining. But he does lean in to kiss Victor's shoulder in turn all the same to sweeten the deal a little. ]
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You tell 'er, you're so damned concerned.
[ Vic is always amused that Logan will let the kid walk out of the house wearing skimpy clothes to go clubbing in - Vic's seen bikinis with more fabric; he won't go into the damned bikini she sunbathes in - but he reminds her to brush her damn teeth.
But the kiss on his shoulder makes him smile. ]
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If his voice cracked a bit in the middle of those double E sounds, then he's going to pretend that it didn't. ]
You're tellin' her 'bout the suit, though.
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Jubilee yells something back that might have been 'whatever' but was garbled around food. Kid's a garbage disposal. God knows what she found to eat in the fridge that was any good. ]
I'll pay to replace it.
[ He rumbles out the words into Logan's ear. He'll bribe the kid too. But then it's only fair that she dresses both of them. Admittedly, they'd be a bit lost without her when it comes time to dress for certain occasions. ]
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[ Ah, shit. But he's getting kind of tingly at the whispering, and he's not supposed to get tingly. Jesus Christ.
So he shifts closer instead, smaller frame touching Victor's as much as is possible without Logan having to cuddle him. ]
...should get Jubilee a dress, too.
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