[ 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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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. ]