[ Victor gets a small lick to his mouth in positive response. ]
You can do that after you make me come in them.
[ Then it's his turn to bite, right before one hand cups the back of Victor's head to get him to sit up. Logan crowds his space without hesitation, nudging their noses together before he kisses him hot and wet.
Licking his own lips as he pulls back, Logan looks up with a crooked little smirk. ] Gonna make me come more than once, won't you?
[ He loves his husband. He loves that sometimes, Logan just lets it all go and falls to the animal within. (He hates the self-recrimination after, but he's working on that.) And he loves that damned little smirk.
He sits up at Logan's urging and all but pulls Logan into his lap. Won't be the first time they've made out on a couch. Sure as hell won't be the last. ]
Hell yeah.
[ He's hard under his jeans, but suddenly, this isn't about his getting off, but instead getting Logan off. One thing he does love is a little denial to make him even hotter. He'll toy with the Runt as long as he can before he can't stand it any longer, and then he'll take Logan hard and fast, just the way they like it.
He pushes himself up and then yanks Logan to his feet. ]
Go put 'em on. I'll be there in a minute.
[ He won't be far behind. Just gonna check on the Princess and make sure she's in for the night. ]
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?
[ Give him a moment, higher brain functions shut down at the sight of Logan in that nightie and panties. Vic closes the door and leans back against it, just drinking in the sight of his husband.
Right! The Princess. ]
She's alright. Mad about somethin', but got her headphones in. She's stayin' in tonight.
[ Which is good. She's going to need those headphones. Vic saunters over to Logan and yanks him up. Then he wraps his long arms around his husband and kisses him hard. Let's not forget where tonight is headed. The Princess'll be fine. Back to other things. ]
Mad about wh-- [ Interrupted by the press of Victor's lips to his own, Logan growls and sighs all at once. The reason he'd crossed his legs becomes evident as soon as he's pressed against him; just wearing the underwear had made him hard, and seeing the way Victor's gaze had changed when he laid eyes on him in it only made it worse.
He pulls back with a soft nn, panting softly against Victor's lips, and though it's hard not to grin after being kissed like that, he also strokes the side of his husband's cheek. ]
We're askin' her in the morn.
[ It's important, but he understands the need for time, and that makes it far easier to just wrap his legs around Victor as he's held up. ]
[ Vic is so glad for his strength, and the reinforced bed that they had made especially for them. Because he's not shy about dropping his husband on the bed and stretching out against him.
He slides his hand up Logan's side, able to feel the silkiness of the nightie, and the underwear. He loves the different feel of the underwear to the rough, hair filled skin of his husband. He's never turned Logan down, and never will.
Gently, he pecks at Logan's mouth, then down his neck, dropping a kiss on adamantium laced collarbones. His hand traces along the edge of the panties, able to feel the warmth of silk and skin at the same time. ]
[ It doesn't take much to get Logan arching up into Victor's touch, a natural sensitivity amped that much more with the circumstances of his mutation. He laughs a bit, even, one of his knees lifting and brushing gently into his husband's side as his head tilts back with a pleased little hum.
He likes when Victor's rough, but he likes when he takes his time like this, gentle like this, just as much. And he feels so fucking pretty he's fairly certain the sweeter touch is warranted.
Logan's going to give a short buck of his hips, though. Just because he likes the attention doesn't mean he's any less impatient than he tends to be. ]
[ Vic's usually the impatient one. He likes his good hard fucks, and keep that sweet and easy shit for pansies. But every once in a while, every once in a while, he'll pull out his infinite patience to work over his husband. He knows damn well that Logan loves it when he does. He also knows how to make Logan impatient as shit.
The buck of his husband's hips just gets a low, soft laugh from Vic. He's not giving him anything he wants right now.
His fingers trail up, away from the sensitive silk covered area, and grabs one of Logan's hand, pressing it into the mattress, then doing the same with the other. The order is implied: Don't move.
Kissing over Logan's chest, Vic presses him onto his back and keeps kissing him ever so slowly, nipping when he encounters lace. ]
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You can do that after you make me come in them.
[ Then it's his turn to bite, right before one hand cups the back of Victor's head to get him to sit up. Logan crowds his space without hesitation, nudging their noses together before he kisses him hot and wet.
Licking his own lips as he pulls back, Logan looks up with a crooked little smirk. ] Gonna make me come more than once, won't you?
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He sits up at Logan's urging and all but pulls Logan into his lap. Won't be the first time they've made out on a couch. Sure as hell won't be the last. ]
Hell yeah.
[ He's hard under his jeans, but suddenly, this isn't about his getting off, but instead getting Logan off. One thing he does love is a little denial to make him even hotter. He'll toy with the Runt as long as he can before he can't stand it any longer, and then he'll take Logan hard and fast, just the way they like it.
He pushes himself up and then yanks Logan to his feet. ]
Go put 'em on. I'll be there in a minute.
[ He won't be far behind. Just gonna check on the Princess and make sure she's in for the night. ]
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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. ]
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Right! The Princess. ]
She's alright. Mad about somethin', but got her headphones in. She's stayin' in tonight.
[ Which is good. She's going to need those headphones. Vic saunters over to Logan and yanks him up. Then he wraps his long arms around his husband and kisses him hard. Let's not forget where tonight is headed. The Princess'll be fine. Back to other things. ]
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He pulls back with a soft nn, panting softly against Victor's lips, and though it's hard not to grin after being kissed like that, he also strokes the side of his husband's cheek. ]
We're askin' her in the morn.
[ It's important, but he understands the need for time, and that makes it far easier to just wrap his legs around Victor as he's held up. ]
Now touch me, baby.
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He slides his hand up Logan's side, able to feel the silkiness of the nightie, and the underwear. He loves the different feel of the underwear to the rough, hair filled skin of his husband. He's never turned Logan down, and never will.
Gently, he pecks at Logan's mouth, then down his neck, dropping a kiss on adamantium laced collarbones. His hand traces along the edge of the panties, able to feel the warmth of silk and skin at the same time. ]
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He likes when Victor's rough, but he likes when he takes his time like this, gentle like this, just as much. And he feels so fucking pretty he's fairly certain the sweeter touch is warranted.
Logan's going to give a short buck of his hips, though. Just because he likes the attention doesn't mean he's any less impatient than he tends to be. ]
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The buck of his husband's hips just gets a low, soft laugh from Vic. He's not giving him anything he wants right now.
His fingers trail up, away from the sensitive silk covered area, and grabs one of Logan's hand, pressing it into the mattress, then doing the same with the other. The order is implied: Don't move.
Kissing over Logan's chest, Vic presses him onto his back and keeps kissing him ever so slowly, nipping when he encounters lace. ]