[ 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. ]
[ Victor shifts so that his arm is under Logan's head. See, he likes to fucking cuddle, and Logan can just damn well deal. He likes feeling the pressure of Logan's weight against him.
He chuckles. ]
Yeah, yeah.
[ Vic listens to the kid moving around and the beep of the microwave. Christ, how much is she going to eat? ]
Somethin' not so damned skimpy, maybe. She don't need to show that much skin to anyone.
The kid can wear what she wants, Victor. [ This is one of those rare moments Logan actively notices how small he is. Victor's warm and huge and comfy, and he's not going to say a thing about how his own arm wraps around his husband's midsection, or how he's tucking his cheek against his chest. Taking in his scent, the aftermath of their sex and all.
A century of marriage doesn't make Logan any less fucking embarrassed about enjoying feeling small like this. ]
Anyone tries touchin' her, she can kick their ass easy.
The kid doesn't need to draw that kind of attention.
[ Alright, so she's their kid, and damn right she can take on anyone that tries a damned thing, but she shouldn't have to. And he doesn't want her fighting like that. ]
An' she don't need to be fightin'.
[ It's one of the few things they disagree about. Jubilee is the Princess to Victor. And there's no damned way he's letting her just pick fights. That's what they are for. ]
She's gotta 'till people quit havin' shitheads for kids.
[ Logan's grumbling instead of talking, which means he's not really putting his heart into arguing. There's nothing to argue; whatever they decide doesn't really matter when Jubilee will pick whatever she wants, anyway.
He gets Victor's concern, though. It's not as if he doesn't have the same thoughts. But like everything else, it's apparent Logan exists to balance his husband even in this. ]
She's smart. [ He kisses Victor's chest to calm him. ] 'sides, if we're goin' with her to get the dress, you can fight her about it.
[ Victor wordlessly grumbles. He doesn't like it. He doesn't like it at all. Sure, the Princess can handle herself. They've taught her that - probably a little too well - but this is ridiculous. She's doing it just to piss them off, he swears. ]
You can't fight 'er. She's more stubborn than we are.
[ But he accepts the kiss and drops one on Logan's head. He knows he's just grumbling to grumble. He doesn't like it when she goes out clubbing. Too many things can go wrong. ]
Wanna go shoppin' tomorrow? Get you a new suit, and a new dress for the kid.
[ Jubilee's a teenager, Victor. They're contrary just to be contrary by nature.
Logan, meanwhile, is an old man. Which means he likes being held and he likes being kissed and he likes the attention, but he'd also rather stick his claws into his own brain before he ever admits that out loud. ]
Mm. Yeah. [ He still feels bad the suit he wore to Jubilee's graduation has been ruined, but not having any other suits to wear and having to kill a relatively wealthy man at a party means that he hadn't had a lot of options. ]
[ Vic's older than Logan. He's not used to these damn teenage ways. Not like things were the same when they were teenagers. None of the internet, or anything like that. Now, he's got to worry about some rando deciding that Jubilee is an easy target and not only getting his ass kicked, but throwing her in jail. ]
Mmm. Maybe a couple. Might as well start an account.
[ Which would be better than just randomly trying to find suits that fit. Look, Logan's short and Creed is broad. Fitting clothes on them is a pain in the ass. ]
And don't worry. The kid'll forgive ya. She's got all them pictures of the three of us from that day.
[ The reassurance surprises him only a little. Victor can definitely smell the discomfort on him like nothing, and Logan hides a smile into his chest because it's nice not having to say what he needs out loud for things like this. ]
[ As with every other time Logan admits that so openly, however, the confession comes out in a soft mumble. Quiet.
He knows Victor knows. He knows that a lot of things between them go unspoken, but understood. It's still nice, though, to remind him that he'd married him for more than the tax benefits.
He doesn't speak for a while, just lying there with his eyes half-lidded and his body fitted to Victor's own. When he does, though, it's just to remind -- ] Tell Jubes to brush her teeth.
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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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He chuckles. ]
Yeah, yeah.
[ Vic listens to the kid moving around and the beep of the microwave. Christ, how much is she going to eat? ]
Somethin' not so damned skimpy, maybe. She don't need to show that much skin to anyone.
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A century of marriage doesn't make Logan any less fucking embarrassed about enjoying feeling small like this. ]
Anyone tries touchin' her, she can kick their ass easy.
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[ Alright, so she's their kid, and damn right she can take on anyone that tries a damned thing, but she shouldn't have to. And he doesn't want her fighting like that. ]
An' she don't need to be fightin'.
[ It's one of the few things they disagree about. Jubilee is the Princess to Victor. And there's no damned way he's letting her just pick fights. That's what they are for. ]
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[ Logan's grumbling instead of talking, which means he's not really putting his heart into arguing. There's nothing to argue; whatever they decide doesn't really matter when Jubilee will pick whatever she wants, anyway.
He gets Victor's concern, though. It's not as if he doesn't have the same thoughts. But like everything else, it's apparent Logan exists to balance his husband even in this. ]
She's smart. [ He kisses Victor's chest to calm him. ] 'sides, if we're goin' with her to get the dress, you can fight her about it.
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You can't fight 'er. She's more stubborn than we are.
[ But he accepts the kiss and drops one on Logan's head. He knows he's just grumbling to grumble. He doesn't like it when she goes out clubbing. Too many things can go wrong. ]
Wanna go shoppin' tomorrow? Get you a new suit, and a new dress for the kid.
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Logan, meanwhile, is an old man. Which means he likes being held and he likes being kissed and he likes the attention, but he'd also rather stick his claws into his own brain before he ever admits that out loud. ]
Mm. Yeah. [ He still feels bad the suit he wore to Jubilee's graduation has been ruined, but not having any other suits to wear and having to kill a relatively wealthy man at a party means that he hadn't had a lot of options. ]
Gonna have to get a kill-suit, too.
[ For when they have to kill. Clearly. ]
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Mmm. Maybe a couple. Might as well start an account.
[ Which would be better than just randomly trying to find suits that fit. Look, Logan's short and Creed is broad. Fitting clothes on them is a pain in the ass. ]
And don't worry. The kid'll forgive ya. She's got all them pictures of the three of us from that day.
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So do you.
[ He'll still tease, though. ]
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Damn right I do.
[ They're his pride and joy, but he'll never admit it. But he'll admit to having the damned things. ]
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[ As with every other time Logan admits that so openly, however, the confession comes out in a soft mumble. Quiet.
He knows Victor knows. He knows that a lot of things between them go unspoken, but understood. It's still nice, though, to remind him that he'd married him for more than the tax benefits.
He doesn't speak for a while, just lying there with his eyes half-lidded and his body fitted to Victor's own. When he does, though, it's just to remind -- ] Tell Jubes to brush her teeth.
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