[He smiled at Logan, his head tilting to the side and leaning forward. He pressed his forehead to Logan's, staring at him.] From the world's leading authority on waiting too long, it's not a good thing to do.
[He smiled right back, leaning in to gently let his tongue glide along Logan's bottom lip. One hand moves up to the back of his neck, keeping him close.]
I do like to be a bad influence. I just need more practice at it.
[ The shiver that crawls down his spine would be mortifying if it happened around anyone else. As it is, Logan just uses his free hand to slide up Steve's chest and curl lightly into his shirt, a growl building in the base of his throat. ]
You can practise on me whenever you want. [ A deeper kiss, then-- long and lingering, and Logan moves their joined hands to guide Steve's fingers to rest on his hip. ]
[Strong hands move down to his hips, just like he can tell Logan wants him to. He let's the man guide him, meeting the deeper kiss with passion. Soft lips. Gentle moans. He sighs into the embrace, letting Logan do whatever he wants.
He always will.]
And you can practice on me... Though I think you're already good at the bad influence part.
What're you talking about? [ If he's a little breathless after a kiss like that, it's Steve's fault. Making sure those hands stay on him, Logan's leg reaches out just enough to support him as he presses Steve's back to the mattress.
His own hands fall on Steve's chest, knees sunk into the bed, and he gives him another kiss-- a dip of his tongue between his lips, a slow and lazy curl of pressure. ]
[A groan slips out as Steve is pushed back against the bed. He goes easily, not putting up a fight at the way Logan touches him. Strong fingers dig into Logan's hips, keeping him there as his tongue glides lightly against Logan's.]
[ Jesus fucking Christ, being praised really gets to his head. In the back of his mind he has the decency to want to kick himself for it, but for the most part it only leaves him more enthusiastic in his kissing. One hand touches the curve of Steve's jaw and the other drags its nails oh-so carefully down the length of Steve's torso, and Logan shivers as his head tilts and the kiss is deepened just so for it.
Though he breaks away to breathe, he tilts Steve's head up just enough to kiss his throat. ]
You're just saying that. [ His voice is little more than a low murmur, fingers slipping beneath Steve's shirt to press up his stomach as his kisses move to the side of his neck. ]
Mmmm, am I? [He smiles and runs his fingers up the length of Logan's spine, drawing his nails down the run of his shirt and then moving lower. He groans as he cups his ass, giving it a squeeze as he pushes up against the gorgeous man on top of him.
He isn't just saying the words that he says to make Logan feel good. He honestly believes them. He know Logan is better than he gives himself credit for.] You're a good man.
[His head tilts, giving Logan as much access as he wants. His body shivers beneath Logan, wanting more than just a kiss. Closing his eyes, he moans slightly against Logan's ear.] You mean a lot to me.
[ Steve's neck is offered and his words are so sweet, and Logan's pupils dilate that much more for it-- the vulnerable honesty of what he's said, the meaning of the action in the part of his mind that's more animal than man.
Logan doesn't know what to say about his being good, so he licks the soft part of Steve's neck instead right before sucking hard enough to leave a mark. (He wants to bite, and his mouth waters for it, but he tells himself to behave.) ]
You mean a lot to me, too. [ His voice has lowered into a growl, his hips giving a slow roll forward into Steve's belly and back into his firm hands.
The friction sparks heat in the base of his stomach, nice and warm. ]
[Strong hands slip up under Logan's shirt. He wants to scratch at his chest. He wants Logan to bite him. He wants a lot of things.]
How does it feel to want things?
[A small chuckle slips out and he tugged at his shirt. His hips buck up against Logan as he arches his back to tug off the shirt. It feels good, the friction and the feeling of their bodies rubbing together. He's never felt as good as he feels with Logan.]
Feels... [ Steve's shirt is gone and Logan's follows right after, and not for the first time he finds himself distracted-- staring, for just a moment, at all the newly-revealed skin. It never fails to get to him, his eyes darkening with want, and he slides smooth palms up over Steve's body before he drags blunt nails back down to his waistband.
Logan undoes his belt without much fanfare, but he does kiss him in the midst of it.
He mumbles the words quietly into his mouth, fingers working on the fastenings to Steve's trousers with almost immature impatience. ] Feels good.
God, you don't know-- [ He kisses Steve's neck again, kisses him down to his clavicle, down to the muscles of his chest. ] Don't know how much I want you. All the fucking time.
[ He scrapes his teeth lightly on the flesh just above Steve's heart, moaning softly as his heightened sense of touch picks up the fluttering in its beating. ]
It gets so bad when you smile at me. [ Like he deserves it, even if he doesn't. ]
Does it? [He runs his hands up the length of Logan's back, moaning as he feels the smooth expanse beneath his fingers. Or the way he feels Logan's lips on his skin, teasing him and torturing him with the pleasure building inside. He wants Logan just as much as Logan wants him. He doesn't try to hide it, his cheeks reddening with each beautiful sentiment.
His hips buck and he's so willing, so ready for Logan. He'll help him in any way he can.] Then tell me. Tell me how much...
[And then he feels his trousers being undone and it undoes him. His eyes close and another moan slips out, one hand moving up into Logan's hair, his fingertips skimming over the man's scalp. He feels the soft locks against his fingers.] We can't stay in bed all day, Logan. As good as it would be.
[He chuckles, pulling back to smile at Logan. A smile just like Logan was describing.] Like now? Like this? [He cups Logan's cheek, because he does deserve it, at least to Steve.]
[ Steve's hand is on his cheek, guiding him to look up, and Logan's heart
just
stops, for a full second.
The look in his eyes is kind, so kind. The smile there is weary, but it isn't any less filled with affection. And Logan-- doesn't deserve it? Doesn't feel like he deserves it, doesn't think he ever will.
But God if it doesn't have him surging up, pressing his own mouth against Steve's at the same time his fingers trail over the shape of his cock in his underwear, sliding over it before he grips him firm. ]
Yeah. [ It's the most muted, most quiet answer-- almost whimpered, really, into Steve's parted lips, because Logan can't think. ] You're just...
Oh god... [His hips buck up into Logan's hand. He shakes his head, because he is just himself. No more. No less. He is good, but not as good as Logan thinks that he is. Sometimes he wonders if the man puts him on a pedestal he doesn't deserve.
He kisses Logan hard, hungry, tugging at his hair as he thrusts up into Logan's fingers. Logan is just as good to Steve as Steve is to Logan and he hopes that his body shows it in ways words will fail him. One of his legs lift, rubbing his heel against Logan's shin, whimpering into the kiss as well.
It always gets heated very fast with them. It's something Steve had been trying to get better at, but Logan knows just which buttons to push.] Please, Logan... Please... You're good, you are. Just... Oh god.
I'm here. [ He kisses Steve soft, sweet; it's contrasted nicely by the hand that dips into Steve's underwear, wrapping around his prick while the other deftly tugs the waistband down just enough to give them space. ]
It's okay. [ Then that hand settles on Steve's hip entirely, guiding him to thrust into the tight circle of Logan's fingers. ] It's okay...
[ His fist jerks Steve slow just to feel him shudder, but it's no time at all before Logan's tongue is dipping into his mouth and his fingers are stroking him quicker, firmer.
Logan smells his arousal and it renders him dizzy, his own scent growing sweeter to complement it. Steve smells just as good as he sounds and looks, and as their kiss breaks with a wet sound it's only so Logan can nose down his neck and press his lips over warm skin.
He squeezes around Steve's cock and drags his teeth over his chest, green eyes flicking up as if asking permission to bite. In one upstroke Logan's palm moves, manoeuvring just enough to slide up over the slit only to move back down with the tip of his middle finger. ]
Logan...[He smiles, his body almost powerless to do anything but react. It's an odd feeling, but a good one. The sweetness of kisses and the way that his body felt against his made him feel really good. He said he wasn't a good man, but his touch and the way he treated Steve told a different story.
His head tilted to the side and he took a long sniff, smelling Logan't sweet scent as he nuzzled Logan's neck just beneath his ear. His hips quivered and he bit his bottom lip as Logan teased his cock.]
You're so good, Logan...
[He whimpered, losing himself in the senses of Logan and how good he felt in his arms. Hungry kisses. Teeth against his soft skin. It all felt like he belonged here.]
[ Steve's voice is too soft-- too kind, too fucking warm, so much that Logan wishes he'd recorded it just to hear him say it again. When Logan bites him, just beneath the space over his heart, he lingers just enough to be sure the sting lasts before his lips trail down Steve's belly instead.
All the while his fist continues to move, grip tight as it coaxes Steve to full hardness. Logan's tongue finds the dips in Steve's abdomen, tracing the muscles there with a simple sort of reverence, and when he reaches the trail of hair leading down to his cock he moves down it in small nips with his teeth. ]
I want you in my mouth. [ He whispers it soft, almost embarrassed-- it's foolish of him to, but Logan's never not going to be afraid of rejection. ] Please. Please let me.
[Steve tugs on Logan's hair, gently, urging the man back up so that he can look into his eyes. He smiles for him, hands cupping his face and staring with admiration. He could spend all day looking into those eyes and he'd never tire of it. The way that Logan worships his body is something he still has to get used to.
Mostly because he's not sure he deserves it.]
Always. Anytime. Whatever you want, Logan.
[He leans up, forehead to forehead, nuzzling Logan's nose with his own. He wants Logan to take him, mark him, do anything that he wants. Steve is his as long as he wants him.] Yes, please yes.
He kisses Steve instead, and for once it's him who smiles against his mouth. ]
I want you. [ It's both a statement and a promise, and when the kiss breaks he takes a breath just to look Steve in the eye before he dips his head back down.
Steve's hard now, cock curved and gorgeous, and Logan feels saliva build in his mouth in want of it. He starts with a broad lick to the blunt head, the smallest whine in his throat in the wake of it, and then wraps his lips around him and moves down.
Steve tastes-- so fucking good, always so good it's almost surreal. Logan's hand remains wrapped around the base of him as his tongue swirls over hot flesh, and as his head dips his free hand traces its nails oh-so gently over the meat of Steve's thigh to press it to the mattress. ]
[He shivers at the words, knowing the full weight behind them and loving it. They don't have to 'say' what it is, they just know it. His body betrays how he feels and his hips push up against Logan, begging for it. His shoulders are tense as he struggles to remain calm, not writhing like some teenager and hurting Logan in the process.
The noises that Logan is able to pull from Steve are almost obscene, especially coming from the good Captain Rogers. One hand reaches out and he runs his fingers through Logan's hair, his lips parted as he gasps at what he's feeling. It's a beautiful torture that he won't ever get sick of, something he's rapidly getting addicted to.] Logan...
[His leg bends and the heel digs into the mattress as he writhes beneath Logan, his lover, something he never thought he'd have. It's too perfect.]
[ Steve writhes for him, moans for him, and Logan loves every bit of it. He loves the pressure of his cock stretching his lips, pressing to his cheek; he loves feeling Steve tremble, and he loves the way he tastes, and he loves the way he sounds with Logan's name on his tongue.
Glancing up at him, Logan's fingers slide from Steve's inner thigh to toy with the weight of his balls, tracing the shape with the tips of them before rubbing with his palm.
It's when Steve's trembling, shivering with sensitivity, that Logan tilts his head forward and relaxes his throat. A sigh, a sweet rub of the head of Steve's dick against the roof of his mouth, and Logan feels it bump the back of it before he swallows down his throat.
He shivers, warm hands moving to cup Steve's ass. Like this he guides him to move as much as he wants-- to take his mouth, his throat, his fucking everything.
[His head propped up, ever so slightly, watching Logan work him over. His hand tugs on Logan's hair a little harder, fingers easily wrapping the soft locks around them. The rough texture of Logan's tongue lapped at his cock and he struggled to remain coherent. The way Logan took him, fully, made his body shake.
Strong, firm fingers touched his balls and he let out a low, guttural moan. The more that Logan guides him, the harder that he wants it. His hips move up, slowly, almost like he'll break Logan as he pushes into his mouth. He isn't so much telling him what he wants but trying to guide him so that they dance this dance together.]
Logan... I...
[Everything feels intensified. Everything feels to him like it's never going to end, like his whole body is on fire and he's not complaining.]
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[He smiled, giving Logan's hand a squeeze.]
It's not a bad thing. I won't tell your secret. I know you have a rep to protect.
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[ Logan sinks, slipping onto his side so he can look at Steve properly.
And he brings his hand up to kiss Steve's knuckles. ]
Just... you know. It's been a long time.
A long time since I've liked anyone like this.
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[He smiled at Logan, his head tilting to the side and leaning forward. He pressed his forehead to Logan's, staring at him.] From the world's leading authority on waiting too long, it's not a good thing to do.
[And then he kissed him.]
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Well, [ he murmurs quietly into his mouth ] if you're going to encourage me like this...
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[He smiled right back, leaning in to gently let his tongue glide along Logan's bottom lip. One hand moves up to the back of his neck, keeping him close.]
I do like to be a bad influence. I just need more practice at it.
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You can practise on me whenever you want. [ A deeper kiss, then-- long and lingering, and Logan moves their joined hands to guide Steve's fingers to rest on his hip. ]
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[Strong hands move down to his hips, just like he can tell Logan wants him to. He let's the man guide him, meeting the deeper kiss with passion. Soft lips. Gentle moans. He sighs into the embrace, letting Logan do whatever he wants.
He always will.]
And you can practice on me... Though I think you're already good at the bad influence part.
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His own hands fall on Steve's chest, knees sunk into the bed, and he gives him another kiss-- a dip of his tongue between his lips, a slow and lazy curl of pressure. ]
Mm... I've been nothin' but good.
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[A groan slips out as Steve is pushed back against the bed. He goes easily, not putting up a fight at the way Logan touches him. Strong fingers dig into Logan's hips, keeping him there as his tongue glides lightly against Logan's.]
Nobody is better than you.
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Though he breaks away to breathe, he tilts Steve's head up just enough to kiss his throat. ]
You're just saying that. [ His voice is little more than a low murmur, fingers slipping beneath Steve's shirt to press up his stomach as his kisses move to the side of his neck. ]
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He isn't just saying the words that he says to make Logan feel good. He honestly believes them. He know Logan is better than he gives himself credit for.] You're a good man.
[His head tilts, giving Logan as much access as he wants. His body shivers beneath Logan, wanting more than just a kiss. Closing his eyes, he moans slightly against Logan's ear.] You mean a lot to me.
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Logan doesn't know what to say about his being good, so he licks the soft part of Steve's neck instead right before sucking hard enough to leave a mark. (He wants to bite, and his mouth waters for it, but he tells himself to behave.) ]
You mean a lot to me, too. [ His voice has lowered into a growl, his hips giving a slow roll forward into Steve's belly and back into his firm hands.
The friction sparks heat in the base of his stomach, nice and warm. ]
I want your shirt off.
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How does it feel to want things?
[A small chuckle slips out and he tugged at his shirt. His hips buck up against Logan as he arches his back to tug off the shirt. It feels good, the friction and the feeling of their bodies rubbing together. He's never felt as good as he feels with Logan.]
More than just the shirt...
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Logan undoes his belt without much fanfare, but he does kiss him in the midst of it.
He mumbles the words quietly into his mouth, fingers working on the fastenings to Steve's trousers with almost immature impatience. ] Feels good.
God, you don't know-- [ He kisses Steve's neck again, kisses him down to his clavicle, down to the muscles of his chest. ] Don't know how much I want you. All the fucking time.
[ He scrapes his teeth lightly on the flesh just above Steve's heart, moaning softly as his heightened sense of touch picks up the fluttering in its beating. ]
It gets so bad when you smile at me. [ Like he deserves it, even if he doesn't. ]
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His hips buck and he's so willing, so ready for Logan. He'll help him in any way he can.] Then tell me. Tell me how much...
[And then he feels his trousers being undone and it undoes him. His eyes close and another moan slips out, one hand moving up into Logan's hair, his fingertips skimming over the man's scalp. He feels the soft locks against his fingers.] We can't stay in bed all day, Logan. As good as it would be.
[He chuckles, pulling back to smile at Logan. A smile just like Logan was describing.] Like now? Like this? [He cups Logan's cheek, because he does deserve it, at least to Steve.]
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just
stops, for a full second.
The look in his eyes is kind, so kind. The smile there is weary, but it isn't any less filled with affection. And Logan-- doesn't deserve it? Doesn't feel like he deserves it, doesn't think he ever will.
But God if it doesn't have him surging up, pressing his own mouth against Steve's at the same time his fingers trail over the shape of his cock in his underwear, sliding over it before he grips him firm. ]
Yeah. [ It's the most muted, most quiet answer-- almost whimpered, really, into Steve's parted lips, because Logan can't think. ] You're just...
You're too good for me. Always have been.
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He kisses Logan hard, hungry, tugging at his hair as he thrusts up into Logan's fingers. Logan is just as good to Steve as Steve is to Logan and he hopes that his body shows it in ways words will fail him. One of his legs lift, rubbing his heel against Logan's shin, whimpering into the kiss as well.
It always gets heated very fast with them. It's something Steve had been trying to get better at, but Logan knows just which buttons to push.] Please, Logan... Please... You're good, you are. Just... Oh god.
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It's okay. [ Then that hand settles on Steve's hip entirely, guiding him to thrust into the tight circle of Logan's fingers. ] It's okay...
[ His fist jerks Steve slow just to feel him shudder, but it's no time at all before Logan's tongue is dipping into his mouth and his fingers are stroking him quicker, firmer.
Logan smells his arousal and it renders him dizzy, his own scent growing sweeter to complement it. Steve smells just as good as he sounds and looks, and as their kiss breaks with a wet sound it's only so Logan can nose down his neck and press his lips over warm skin.
He squeezes around Steve's cock and drags his teeth over his chest, green eyes flicking up as if asking permission to bite. In one upstroke Logan's palm moves, manoeuvring just enough to slide up over the slit only to move back down with the tip of his middle finger. ]
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His head tilted to the side and he took a long sniff, smelling Logan't sweet scent as he nuzzled Logan's neck just beneath his ear. His hips quivered and he bit his bottom lip as Logan teased his cock.]
You're so good, Logan...
[He whimpered, losing himself in the senses of Logan and how good he felt in his arms. Hungry kisses. Teeth against his soft skin. It all felt like he belonged here.]
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All the while his fist continues to move, grip tight as it coaxes Steve to full hardness. Logan's tongue finds the dips in Steve's abdomen, tracing the muscles there with a simple sort of reverence, and when he reaches the trail of hair leading down to his cock he moves down it in small nips with his teeth. ]
I want you in my mouth. [ He whispers it soft, almost embarrassed-- it's foolish of him to, but Logan's never not going to be afraid of rejection. ] Please. Please let me.
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Mostly because he's not sure he deserves it.]
Always. Anytime. Whatever you want, Logan.
[He leans up, forehead to forehead, nuzzling Logan's nose with his own. He wants Logan to take him, mark him, do anything that he wants. Steve is his as long as he wants him.] Yes, please yes.
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He kisses Steve instead, and for once it's him who smiles against his mouth. ]
I want you. [ It's both a statement and a promise, and when the kiss breaks he takes a breath just to look Steve in the eye before he dips his head back down.
Steve's hard now, cock curved and gorgeous, and Logan feels saliva build in his mouth in want of it. He starts with a broad lick to the blunt head, the smallest whine in his throat in the wake of it, and then wraps his lips around him and moves down.
Steve tastes-- so fucking good, always so good it's almost surreal. Logan's hand remains wrapped around the base of him as his tongue swirls over hot flesh, and as his head dips his free hand traces its nails oh-so gently over the meat of Steve's thigh to press it to the mattress. ]
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[He shivers at the words, knowing the full weight behind them and loving it. They don't have to 'say' what it is, they just know it. His body betrays how he feels and his hips push up against Logan, begging for it. His shoulders are tense as he struggles to remain calm, not writhing like some teenager and hurting Logan in the process.
The noises that Logan is able to pull from Steve are almost obscene, especially coming from the good Captain Rogers. One hand reaches out and he runs his fingers through Logan's hair, his lips parted as he gasps at what he's feeling. It's a beautiful torture that he won't ever get sick of, something he's rapidly getting addicted to.] Logan...
[His leg bends and the heel digs into the mattress as he writhes beneath Logan, his lover, something he never thought he'd have. It's too perfect.]
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Glancing up at him, Logan's fingers slide from Steve's inner thigh to toy with the weight of his balls, tracing the shape with the tips of them before rubbing with his palm.
It's when Steve's trembling, shivering with sensitivity, that Logan tilts his head forward and relaxes his throat. A sigh, a sweet rub of the head of Steve's dick against the roof of his mouth, and Logan feels it bump the back of it before he swallows down his throat.
He shivers, warm hands moving to cup Steve's ass. Like this he guides him to move as much as he wants-- to take his mouth, his throat, his fucking everything.
Don't hold back, he means. Give it to me. ]
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Strong, firm fingers touched his balls and he let out a low, guttural moan. The more that Logan guides him, the harder that he wants it. His hips move up, slowly, almost like he'll break Logan as he pushes into his mouth. He isn't so much telling him what he wants but trying to guide him so that they dance this dance together.]
Logan... I...
[Everything feels intensified. Everything feels to him like it's never going to end, like his whole body is on fire and he's not complaining.]
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