[ Logan sends Victor a look. He's about to say something along the lines of I wore this thing to Jubilee's graduation, you prick, but shakes his head instead as he drops the shirt into the sink and leans his hands against the counter. ]
You'd like that, wouldn't you. [ Fingers flexing over it, he snorts. ] Last time we went shopping those jeans were too fucking tight.
[ Look, Vic knows. He does. But he believes that the pictures are worth a thousand words and he'd never admit it, but one of Logan with Jubilee is his lock screen. NEVER ADMITTING IT.
But Vic noticed how tight those jeans were too. So, he's just going to smirk. ]
Wipe that look off your face. [ Mostly because it's embarrassing, and Logan's too old for that shit. He pulls the shirt out of the bloody water, wrings it, and decides that even if he can never wear it again, he can very well keep it.
Unlike some people, Logan's found some semblance of pride in his sentimentality. ]
I'm still pretty damn sure it's your fault she chose 'em.
[ Despite himself, Logan smiles just a little. But as he hangs the wet shirt over his shoulder, he wipes the expression off his face and walks off with a 'yeah, yeah'. ]
Out? [ He needs to get a new shirt if they're going out. ]
[ He saw that smile, Logan. Saw it, and knows what it means, even.
Vic watches Logan walk away. Wherever the kid found that damned suit, he really hopes that there are more of them. He follows Logan out of the bathroom, after washing the blood from his hands. ]
[ Staying in certainly piques Logan's interest. He bites his lip, hanging the ruined shirt in the kitchen, and then leans against the doorframe as he looks up at his endlessly bigger husband. ]
You better mean in bed. [ His tone is dry, but there's an obvious sense of anticipation in the blue of his eyes -- something Victor has undoubtedly learned to recognise by now. ] Been wanting to lay down since we got here.
[ Oh, now that's a nice look. Vic walks over to his husband and looks down on him. He likes that Logan's shorter than him - the kid's even fucking shorter if that's possible without being a midget. He leans down, ignoring the blood still staining his clothing - he'll get out of that fast enough, later - and brushes his claws through Logan's hair. ]
Bed sounds good to me. Let me shower, an' I'll join ya.
[ Vic's clothing is beyond ruined. But the bastard had deserved it. He's not going to apologize for ripping the fucker apart. He'll apologize that Logan got caught in the middle of it and the suit got ruined, but not for doing what needed to be done.
He leaves his clothes in a rumpled mess on the bathroom floor. He'll throw 'em away later.
Watching the pink water sluice off of him reminds him that he has a husband waiting for him. He hurries the hell up. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he comes out of the bathroom, dropping his clothing in a wastebasket the kid keeps there, just for these occasions. He leans over Logan in the bed. ]
Had to get the damned shit outta my hair.
[ His long blond hair is wet, and he leans over Logan to nip at his lips. ]
[ By the time Victor's back, Logan's got a quarter of a bottle in him. He's still dressed, wearing his undershirt and his suit trousers, and when Victor hovers over him he feels drops of water seep into the cloth.
The bite makes him hum, leaning into it to catch Victor's lip between his teeth. ]
What if I said "no"? [ A hand reaches out to grip Victor's waist, though, giving the muscle there a firm squeeze. Logan pulls, legs spreading on instinct and very much inviting Victor to take the space there as he slips his hands over his broad back to wrap his arms around him. ] How you gonna make it up to me?
[ 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. ]
[ Logan thwaps Victor up the head, considerably lighter than it could have been. But there's a laugh in his throat -- quiet, but definitely enough for Victor to feel with his face so close to his neck. ]
So you didn't like the way my ass looked? [ He clicks his tongue. ]
[ The end of a fang nicks him to make the smallest, shallowest cut, and Logan's nostrils flare at the same time his scent starts to roll sweeter in pheromones of want. He brings his palms down Victor's back, lower to tuck into where the towel's just barely hanging around his waist and push blunt nails into his skin. ]
You fucking tore them. [ Not that Logan's complaining, not with his touch all demanding as he hooks a leg over his husband's hip. ] An' Jubes looked at me like it was my fault I could never wear the thing again.
Dickhead. [ But in the same breath, he adds: ] Bite me already.
[ Yeah, his claws had made short damn work of those jeans. He couldn't get them off Logan fast enough. If Jubes wants to buy him a couple more pair of those, Vic is all about paying for them. ]
I'll make it up to you.
[ His claws scrape through Logan's hair, pulling his chin up just a little, to give him better access to that vulnerable flesh. If he's not careful... But he is. His fangs scrape against the skin before he finally bites Logan properly. ]
[ His entire body sings with sensation when he's bitten; Logan's fingers curl into Victor's bare skin at the same time his eyes go that much darker. The wounds don't last, leaving nothing but a phantom sensation in the wake of his healing factor, but the claim is there and it's strong and it burns, a little bit. Makes Logan have to bite back the whimper in his throat.
He regains enough composure to push Victor's hips up a little, just enough so he has space to undo the fastenings to his trousers and tug them down narrow hips and thick thighs. ] You ain't rippin' these pants. [ The shirt's already ruined, after all.
But they come off easy enough and Logan kicks them the rest of the way, and barely self-conscious he pulls his undershirt up over his head to toss it to the side. Now all he's got on is his underwear, and he fiddles with the knot of Victor's towel with one hand at the same time he leans up to lick a stripe up his chest. ]
[ Vic's getting hard under the towel. Not that that's surprising. Look at who's underneath him. He always loves watching the women fawn over Logan. He likes it when they finally realize that he ain't going home with them, and they get that damned pout on their faces.
... Except Ororo, but she's a fucking goddess, and Vic makes exceptions.
He purrs in the back of his throat when Logan strips out of everything but his underwear. ]
That's better.
[ He finally leans down to kiss his husband. They aren't the most affectionate - hell, most people don't believe them married at all - but he loves kissing Logan. Vic nips down Logan's throat, watching the lovebites disappear almost instantly with that healing factor. But he knows Logan feels them.
His towel is about worthless at this point, but he wants Logan to decide when he's naked. He bites hard at the solid muscle of Logan's chest. He doesn't draw blood, but the bruise forms and immediately disappears. ]
[ As much as Logan isn't the type for public displays of affection, he craves the touch of Victor's lips and hands over his bare skin anyway. It's always made him feel human, things like this -- never mind the fact that the teeth in his skin feel more animalistic than not -- being close to someone, being intimate.
His hips buck up as he's marked, a soft growl rumbling in his chest and neck, and though one hand brushes through long hair to expose Victor's face to him (not the most handsome, not by a long shot, but Victor is his and by default Logan loves to look at him), the other one finally tugs that towel loose and lets it slip off Victor's hips like a whisper.
Already? he wants to ask, but instead he's swiping his tongue over his lip and lifting his leg just enough to rub his thigh between Victor's legs -- or his calve, depending. The woes of being short. ]
Yer beer's gettin' warm. [ Logan's voice is low with desire all the same, a flush blooming down sun-kissed skin. ]
[ Vic's hips buck against Logan's thigh. Damn, but he loves being on top of his husband. He sees that tongue and suddenly wants it. He leans up again and kisses Logan, toying with his tongue.
Vic's claws retreat and he trails his hand down Logan's side then slips it under the band of Logan's underwear, gently cupping his husband in his hand. ]
Beer'll wait.
[ Vic ain't real worried about that beer. That's for later, anyway. He wants his husband, in anyway he can get him. ]
Hnnh... [ It's easy to return the kiss, easy to roll his hips up into Victor's palm. It's unlikely anyone thinks Victor Creed could ever be any measure of gentle, but there is enough of it in his touch that isn't nearly congruent with the spice of arousal that Logan smells even through the soap and shampoo. Victor's scent reeks of predator, but his touch is as human as it gets.
It makes Logan harder. ] No.
[ He doesn't want him to stop, clearly. Logan's prick twitches in the heat of Victor's hand, and he brings his own fingers over to rub his palm over the tip of his husband's erection in turn, to give him a loose fist to fuck into as he licks into his mouth and offers a taste of the beer that he'd drank only minutes earlier. ]
[ Vic is gentle with two people: Logan and Jubilee. And Jubilee just because she refuses to be scared of him and he respects that.
He's especially gentle with Logan at moments like this when he has his hand wrapped around that beautiful erection that is all his.
He can smell the arousal on both of them. It's a heady scent that makes him harder in Logan's grasp. He slowly begins fucking himself against the fist.
Vic strokes Logan, his fingers gently exploring every beautiful inch of him. Growling deep in his throat, he presses against Logan, and kisses him hard. ]
[ 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.
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You'd like that, wouldn't you. [ Fingers flexing over it, he snorts. ] Last time we went shopping those jeans were too fucking tight.
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But Vic noticed how tight those jeans were too. So, he's just going to smirk. ]
I remember.
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Wipe that look off your face. [ Mostly because it's embarrassing, and Logan's too old for that shit. He pulls the shirt out of the bloody water, wrings it, and decides that even if he can never wear it again, he can very well keep it.
Unlike some people, Logan's found some semblance of pride in his sentimentality. ]
I'm still pretty damn sure it's your fault she chose 'em.
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Can I help it if the kid's easily bribed?
[ He'll bribe her again, too. WATCH HIM. ]
C'mon. Let's go get a damned beer. Think we've earned it.
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Out? [ He needs to get a new shirt if they're going out. ]
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Vic watches Logan walk away. Wherever the kid found that damned suit, he really hopes that there are more of them. He follows Logan out of the bathroom, after washing the blood from his hands. ]
Kid's out. Thought we'd stay in.
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You better mean in bed. [ His tone is dry, but there's an obvious sense of anticipation in the blue of his eyes -- something Victor has undoubtedly learned to recognise by now. ] Been wanting to lay down since we got here.
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Bed sounds good to me. Let me shower, an' I'll join ya.
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He grabs Victor's collar and rumples it in his fist, dragging him down just enough to nip at his mouth. ]
Five minutes.
[ And then he lets him go, ducking out from under his head to procure the promised beers from the refrigerator. ] Don't you keep me waitin'.
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[ Vic's clothing is beyond ruined. But the bastard had deserved it. He's not going to apologize for ripping the fucker apart. He'll apologize that Logan got caught in the middle of it and the suit got ruined, but not for doing what needed to be done.
He leaves his clothes in a rumpled mess on the bathroom floor. He'll throw 'em away later.
Watching the pink water sluice off of him reminds him that he has a husband waiting for him. He hurries the hell up. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he comes out of the bathroom, dropping his clothing in a wastebasket the kid keeps there, just for these occasions. He leans over Logan in the bed. ]
Had to get the damned shit outta my hair.
[ His long blond hair is wet, and he leans over Logan to nip at his lips. ]
Forgive me?
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The bite makes him hum, leaning into it to catch Victor's lip between his teeth. ]
What if I said "no"? [ A hand reaches out to grip Victor's waist, though, giving the muscle there a firm squeeze. Logan pulls, legs spreading on instinct and very much inviting Victor to take the space there as he slips his hands over his broad back to wrap his arms around him. ] How you gonna make it up to me?
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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. ]
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So you didn't like the way my ass looked? [ He clicks his tongue. ]
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He chuckles, his fangs scraping against the vulnerable flesh. ]
I liked peeling you out of them damn jeans, that's for sure.
[ He grins. ]
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You fucking tore them. [ Not that Logan's complaining, not with his touch all demanding as he hooks a leg over his husband's hip. ] An' Jubes looked at me like it was my fault I could never wear the thing again.
Dickhead. [ But in the same breath, he adds: ] Bite me already.
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I'll make it up to you.
[ His claws scrape through Logan's hair, pulling his chin up just a little, to give him better access to that vulnerable flesh. If he's not careful... But he is. His fangs scrape against the skin before he finally bites Logan properly. ]
You have on too many fucking clothes.
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He regains enough composure to push Victor's hips up a little, just enough so he has space to undo the fastenings to his trousers and tug them down narrow hips and thick thighs. ] You ain't rippin' these pants. [ The shirt's already ruined, after all.
But they come off easy enough and Logan kicks them the rest of the way, and barely self-conscious he pulls his undershirt up over his head to toss it to the side. Now all he's got on is his underwear, and he fiddles with the knot of Victor's towel with one hand at the same time he leans up to lick a stripe up his chest. ]
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... Except Ororo, but she's a fucking goddess, and Vic makes exceptions.
He purrs in the back of his throat when Logan strips out of everything but his underwear. ]
That's better.
[ He finally leans down to kiss his husband. They aren't the most affectionate - hell, most people don't believe them married at all - but he loves kissing Logan. Vic nips down Logan's throat, watching the lovebites disappear almost instantly with that healing factor. But he knows Logan feels them.
His towel is about worthless at this point, but he wants Logan to decide when he's naked. He bites hard at the solid muscle of Logan's chest. He doesn't draw blood, but the bruise forms and immediately disappears. ]
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His hips buck up as he's marked, a soft growl rumbling in his chest and neck, and though one hand brushes through long hair to expose Victor's face to him (not the most handsome, not by a long shot, but Victor is his and by default Logan loves to look at him), the other one finally tugs that towel loose and lets it slip off Victor's hips like a whisper.
Already? he wants to ask, but instead he's swiping his tongue over his lip and lifting his leg just enough to rub his thigh between Victor's legs -- or his calve, depending. The woes of being short. ]
Yer beer's gettin' warm. [ Logan's voice is low with desire all the same, a flush blooming down sun-kissed skin. ]
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Vic's claws retreat and he trails his hand down Logan's side then slips it under the band of Logan's underwear, gently cupping his husband in his hand. ]
Beer'll wait.
[ Vic ain't real worried about that beer. That's for later, anyway. He wants his husband, in anyway he can get him. ]
'Less you want me to stop.
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It makes Logan harder. ] No.
[ He doesn't want him to stop, clearly. Logan's prick twitches in the heat of Victor's hand, and he brings his own fingers over to rub his palm over the tip of his husband's erection in turn, to give him a loose fist to fuck into as he licks into his mouth and offers a taste of the beer that he'd drank only minutes earlier. ]
Nngh. Not now that you're touchin' me.
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He's especially gentle with Logan at moments like this when he has his hand wrapped around that beautiful erection that is all his.
He can smell the arousal on both of them. It's a heady scent that makes him harder in Logan's grasp. He slowly begins fucking himself against the fist.
Vic strokes Logan, his fingers gently exploring every beautiful inch of him. Growling deep in his throat, he presses against Logan, and kisses him hard. ]
Fuck, I want you.
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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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