And reach his final peak Logan did, his head falling to the side as he let one last, small spurt come from his cock at the same time his pussy flooded warmth around the thick weight of his mate still inside him. He was shaking after, a sound not unlike an overwhelmed mewl escaping him as Nathan kissed his tears and held him close. Logan's hand reached up, absently, to touch his own throat, appalled at the way he'd cried, but ultimately allowed himself to pant, and huff, and then nudge his nose against his mate's in quiet affection.
Words failed him, and each time Logan moved he felt the weight in his belly shift and move. Soft, animal sounds passed his lips in his sensitivity-- quiet moans, little whimpers, but a content he'd never felt before settled in the depths of his heart, tingling in his chest and pushing out towards his fingertips.
There was love in the way he stroked his mate's chest, the way his hand drew up to caress the curve of Nathan's jaw. Logan would smell of him for days, would sport a darker mark on his neck in a biological exception to his healing factor-- and maybe, if they'd done it right, carry his children for months.
Logan continued to nuzzle Nathan's nose, gentle and loving, and then licked at his lips with the same sweet treatment in gratitude.
Logan didn’t have to say anything. The warmth and love between them was almost palpable. Nathan held his mate close, nuzzling and kissing as he stroked his back in soothing circles. Even during past heats they had never coupled with so much intensity, and knowing that Logan wouldn’t be taking any birth control in the morning left Nathan feeling more satisfied than he’d ever been. He always loved being with Logan, but there was something special about allowing their time together to reach its natural conclusion. Which Nathan hoped would be a big litter of pups for them to love and care for.
He took a few deep breaths as he relaxed against the pillows, one hand sliding down to caress Logan’s full belly. A sense of satisfaction coursed through him. Having his mate so swollen with his fertile seed made pregnancy all the more likely.
“Rest, baby,” he encouraged gently, welcoming Logan to lie against his chest. They could clean up in the morning.
He didn't need Nathan to tell him twice. Logan chuckled just a bit, warm with love, and nodded his head as he laid his cheek against Nathan's chest and breathed his scent in. The purring was starting in his chest again, low and rumbling; Logan didn't think he'd ever been so comfortable before in his life, but then again, this was one of the few things in over a century that he'd never gotten to experience before.
Nathan's hand on his middle, holding him where he'd filled Logan with his seed, made him feel safe. Loved. Made him feel like their kids-- if they had kids (and God, he hoped they did)-- would be much the same.
"I love you," he murmured, voice low as he kissed over the space in Nathan's chest where his heart was beating. "So much."
His lips lingered a few moments longer, Logan's eyes shutting closed as he relished this moment of afterglow, and then he lay and settled, pressing his frame against Nathan's to hold him while he slept.
That didn't take much time to reach, either-- breathing evening out, but his purring still continuing, Logan succumbed to sleep, feeling more whole than he'd ever been before.
Nathan wrapped one arm around Logan’s shoulders to hold him close and kept his other hand pressed against his mate’s belly, a preview of how protective he would be as a father. Then he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Logan’s forehead.
“I love you too,” he replied in a gentle whisper. “Pleasant dreams.”
That contented purring made Nathan smile, and when he closed his eyes to sleep he found that it lulled him into a deep relaxation. As he began to doze he stroked Logan’s hair. They were still tied by his knot, but that would take care of itself while they slept.
Logan was still purring when Nathan drifted off, and that night he dreamed of the family they might someday have together.
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Words failed him, and each time Logan moved he felt the weight in his belly shift and move. Soft, animal sounds passed his lips in his sensitivity-- quiet moans, little whimpers, but a content he'd never felt before settled in the depths of his heart, tingling in his chest and pushing out towards his fingertips.
There was love in the way he stroked his mate's chest, the way his hand drew up to caress the curve of Nathan's jaw. Logan would smell of him for days, would sport a darker mark on his neck in a biological exception to his healing factor-- and maybe, if they'd done it right, carry his children for months.
Logan continued to nuzzle Nathan's nose, gentle and loving, and then licked at his lips with the same sweet treatment in gratitude.
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He took a few deep breaths as he relaxed against the pillows, one hand sliding down to caress Logan’s full belly. A sense of satisfaction coursed through him. Having his mate so swollen with his fertile seed made pregnancy all the more likely.
“Rest, baby,” he encouraged gently, welcoming Logan to lie against his chest. They could clean up in the morning.
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Nathan's hand on his middle, holding him where he'd filled Logan with his seed, made him feel safe. Loved. Made him feel like their kids-- if they had kids (and God, he hoped they did)-- would be much the same.
"I love you," he murmured, voice low as he kissed over the space in Nathan's chest where his heart was beating. "So much."
His lips lingered a few moments longer, Logan's eyes shutting closed as he relished this moment of afterglow, and then he lay and settled, pressing his frame against Nathan's to hold him while he slept.
That didn't take much time to reach, either-- breathing evening out, but his purring still continuing, Logan succumbed to sleep, feeling more whole than he'd ever been before.
Sounds about right.
“I love you too,” he replied in a gentle whisper. “Pleasant dreams.”
That contented purring made Nathan smile, and when he closed his eyes to sleep he found that it lulled him into a deep relaxation. As he began to doze he stroked Logan’s hair. They were still tied by his knot, but that would take care of itself while they slept.
Logan was still purring when Nathan drifted off, and that night he dreamed of the family they might someday have together.