There was only so much an omega could do to keep their heats from getting in the way of things when suppressants didn't work on them. In Logan's case, it meant he kept track of his cycles religiously and secluded himself for the entirety of them-- a habit that all the X-Men were all right with, given Logan didn't have much of a choice otherwise. For a long time this seclusion had been an individual endeavour, but recently (and for a few years now, really, even if to someone who'd lived for over a century "a few years" was only a blip in time) Logan had been shacking up with the first alpha he'd ever loved since Kayla, and God, the thought of it is still dizzying in its own right.
Ask him what he did to deserve anyone like Nathan and he wouldn't be able to give a proper answer. Even beyond the heats, beyond the bond they shared (marked with the shape of Nathan's teeth ever-present on the back of Logan's neck), Logan genuinely loved him. And liked him, which was probably more important in the long run. Just the thought of seeing him again, even if Logan spent all his weekends with him already, had him excited in a way he'd never felt for anything (or anyone) else in the longest fucking time. Maybe that was love. Maybe that was what it was supposed to feel like.
Either way, Logan's eyes were always brighter when he was with him.
This time, however, that excitement came with an apprehension, and throughout the drive Logan made to Nathan's place, he found himself mulling over the topic in his head more than he'd ever done before. The uncertainty of it was so bad it almost made him forget about the fact that his heat was going to be starting in its entirety in only a handful of hours, too.
Even now, those handful of hours later, after having a meal with Nathan and speaking with Nathan and returning to his bedroom with him, Logan finds himself frowning slightly where he sits on the edge of the bed. He hasn't gotten his clothes off despite the fact that his face is starting to warm, too afraid of asking what he wants to ask to really do it. The muscles of his thighs are clenching as his heat truly begins to manifest physically, and once Nathan is turned his way, Logan looks up at him and makes his move.
His fingers curl lightly into the bedsheets beneath him. "What do you think about a family?" A pause, as Logan crinkles his nose. That's a stupid question. He knows well enough that Nathan likes children, knows that he's the sort of man to want a home life like that. God. "I mean-- not in general. Sorry.
"Uh." Fuck. He can't remember the last time he'd ever felt this afraid of rejection. "It's just... what about having one?" Unable to keep his head lifted and his gaze matching Nathan's own, Logan turns away, a hand lifting to rub the side of his index finger against the end of his nose. "With, uh, me."
Nathan had been in love before, but he’d never felt it as strongly as he did with Logan. It was more than just the bond shared between devoted mates. What he felt for Logan ran so much deeper, filling his heart with happiness and a sense of warmth that he didn’t have when they were apart. He lamented that they only had weekends to share together, but understood that Logan couldn’t be with him all the time.
They had come a long way from when they had first met. Back then Logan had been a bit cold toward Nathan. Apparently, he strongly resembled Logan’s brother - physically, anyway - and the two of them were on bad terms. To put it mildly. It had taken Logan a while to completely separate them in his mind. The fact that Nathan was nothing like his brother had helped a lot with that. They hadn’t become fast friends, but Nathan was patient, and that patience paid off more than he ever could have imagined. He couldn’t see his life without Logan now.
This visit had been different. Nathan couldn’t help noticing that Logan seemed troubled, but he’d held out through dinner, hoping his mate would open up to him in his own time. Sometimes Logan just needed a little space, and Nathan tried to give him that, despite wanting to know what he could do to help.
Logan’s nervousness was almost palpable as he sat on the edge of their shared bed, watching Nathan remove his shirt and toss it aside. It was a relief when he started to talk, though Nathan’s brow furrowed at the sight of him gripping the sheets like that. Still, he was patient, giving Logan a chance to say what was on his mind. When his concern was finally voiced, Nathan smiled and stepped closer to the bed so he could reach out and stroke Logan’s cheek.
“Do you really have to ask?” His tone was gentle and reassuring. “Of course I want to have a family with you. I just thought, with how hectic your life can be, that maybe you didn’t want one.”
He sat down on the edge of the bed and wrapped his arm around Logan, gently nuzzling his shoulder. Nathan loved kids, and he’d wanted to be a father for a long time. If Logan was sure he was ready, there was no chance that he would reject the idea.
The touch of Nathan's hand against his cheek had Logan's eyes widening-- and then softening as Nathan spoke and he felt his nose press to the curve of his shoulder. He wasn't sure what to say, not really, but Nathan didn't lie, and it didn't take being able to notice it in his scent for Logan to know that.
What apprehension he felt was swiftly replaced with relief, and then happiness as he bent his head to kiss the skin of Nathan's temple before nosing gently at it. He breathed in deeply and wholly, taking in the musk of his mate-- his alpha-- and then cupped his cheek to bring him up for a small, chaste kiss.
Of course, the proximity made it difficult to keep it that way. Nathan's warmth and the feel of his mouth against Logan's own made a heavy swinging hit to the curl of Logan's heat, causing his own scent to flare in his cheeks to flush deeper. "I want one," he assured, though there was a tremor in his voice as the combined sensations of closeness and friction and the fact that Nathan wanted to give him children fogged over his brain.
There was another kiss as Logan's arm shifted to wrap around Nathan's neck, holding him close, stroking the back of his neck. "God," he breathed, "I want one with you." And that made all the difference, didn't it?
“Don’t be sorry,” Nathan said gently, rubbing between Logan’s shoulder blades with his thumb. “I was happy to wait, if it meant that you would have my children.”
Despite the scent of his mate’s heat being almost overwhelming, Nathan kept himself in check, giving him a soft kiss and then resting his forehead against Logan’s. Such sweet, intimate moments showed just how much they loved and cared for each other, which was even more important than their mating bond in his eyes. Though he couldn’t hide the change in his scent as the warmth of desire spread throughout his body, nor could he hide the bulge that was quickly forming in his sweatpants.
“I love you,” he murmured, pressing a slightly more insistent kiss to Logan’s lips. Just saying those words sent a small shiver down Nathan’s spine. “And I want to father as many as I can with you.”
Not literally, but it was no secret that Nathan wanted a big family. It may have been the wolf in him longing for something that resembled a pack. He hadn’t seen his own in a long time, and he missed the feeling of being a part of something bigger than himself.
Logan's relief was made sharp with the joy that zipped through him at Nathan's admission, and though the expression still felt a little foreign on his mouth, Logan grinned wide enough for a moment there that his canine flashed. "It's a good thing I was built sturdy, then," he teased, the slightest growl buried under his words with the way Nathan's scent turned stronger, thicker in his arousal.
The want was turning impossible to ignore now, Logan's breaths heavier and the heat between his legs growing wet as he kissed Nathan once, twice, harder. "I love you, too," he promised, wanting to say it while he was still lucid, his fingers stroking through Nathan's short-cropped hair and tracing the curve of his ear. He smiled even when he kissed him, smiled as he slid the tips of his fingers down his torso to stroke slowly over the shape of him through his trousers.
"And I'll love our young." Another kiss, even harder now, and Logan licked lightly at Nathan's lips. "Our family."
He pulled away only to lift up on one knee, dropping the other to straddle Nathan fully. Like this Logan looked down at him, hands gently caressing the sides of Nathan's neck, and oh-so slowly he brought his hips forward to rub his dampening heat over the bulge in Nathan's trousers, clothing be damned.
Nathan chuckled at that. Even though Logan could heal easily, Nathan didn’t want to stress him out too much with pregnancy. It was a lot of change for anyone to go through, and he would understand if his mate needed a break, or just got tired of it all together. Though he hoped they could have at least three before that happened. If it never happened? They were going to need a really big house.
Hearing those three words from Logan made Nathan’s heart race just as much as the first time he’d heard them, and the assurance that he would love their children served to drive home the knowledge that this was really happening. He was really going to have a family, and with the person he loved more than anything in the world. Nothing could have made him happier in that moment.
He wrapped his arms around Logan and pulled him in for a long, deep kiss. Feeling the warmth of his mate so close - only separated from him by a few layers of fabric - made Nathan rock his hips upward. His cock was already aching with the need to be with Logan, making him whine softly into their kiss. He flushed pink with embarrassment, but hoped Logan wouldn’t notice.
When he drew back he slipped Logan’s shirt over his head and tossed it aside, trailing his hands over his chest.
“You know that won’t be a problem.”
By the time they were finished he might even have a preview of what being pregnant would look and feel like, depending on how often he needed Nathan during his heat.
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Of course he noticed. Of course he saw how sweet Nathan looked with the soft wash of warmth on his cheeks, smelled how more blood collected in his face. He didn't comment on it though, instead letting his shirt be removed and shivering as Nathan caressed his skin, his already sensitive chest made worse with the heat. "I love when you get cocky," he whispered, voice peppered with the beginnings of a subtle laugh. Then Logan arched his back to press up into Nathan's palms as he kissed him once more.
The friction of Nathan's hands and his bucking hips and the warmth of his tongue as Logan licked between his lips sent shivers down his spine, pleasant and tingling and adding to the molten sensation of need that grew in the pit of his stomach. His own hands moved down, pulling at the fastenings to his trousers and nudging them lower, and though the shape of his smaller cock was outlined in his underwear, more pressing was the way the fabric was darker just beneath that bulge. His cunt was wet, dripping in preparation for his mate, and Logan pulled away and panted as his hands made their way to Nathan's trousers, next.
"Touch me," he said, words hinging on a plea. The scent of his heat was clear now, sweet in its attempt to lure Nathan in, and he huffed as a kiss touched Nathan's cheek, the curve of his ear, his temple. Having undone his button and zip, Logan nosed at the top of Nathan's head in an attempt to tilt it downward and get Nathan to look at where his underwear had gotten darker.
That he was wearing women's lingerie-- white like it was their wedding night-- was just a small surprise.
The more they kissed and touched, the more alluring Logan’s scent got. His heat was setting in, and mixed with the scent of his arousal it made him absolutely irresistible. When Nathan followed his mate’s urging and looked down a grin spread across his face.
“Very sexy,” he said, his voice low and husky. “It’s a shame that they’ll spend more time on the floor than on you.”
Nathan slowly slid his hand down Logan’s chest and over his abs to the line of that lovely lingerie, teasing the sensitive skin there before slipping his fingers underneath to feel how wet Logan was for him. It sent a spark of arousal through him, causing his cock to twitch. His palm caressed Logan’s cock as he pressed one finger inside him, gently sliding it in and out to get him even more worked up.
He kissed Logan’s neck, tracing his tongue over the bite mark on his neck - the mark that told the world he’d been claimed by an alpha. The thought of renewing that mark while he took his omega had him lifting Logan up to lie him back against the bed. Nathan peppered his neck and collarbone with kisses. He only moved away long enough to take his pants off and discard them to the floor. A small sigh of relief escaped him when his long, thick cock was free from its confines. The rest of Logan’s clothes were next, and once they were both bare to each other, Nathan settled between Logan’s legs, kissing him deeply again.
The sounds Logan made verged towards higher pitches, breathless and wanting as Nathan slid his mouth and fingers over his skin, a thin layer of his slick coating Nathan's finger when he pulled his hand out and away from him. He was starting to pant, a flush colouring his cheeks, his neck, the tops of his chest.
His thighs nudged closer together as he watched Nathan undress, saliva unmistakably building in his mouth at the sight of his prick hard and wanting. The moment his clothes were off and Nathan was back against him, Logan wasted no time in wrapping one arm around his neck to hold him while the other reached down to take Nathan's cock between his smooth fingers. He stroked him slow, but not any less firm, swallowing each sound he made as a leg hooked around his hip to bring his mate closer.
Slipping his tongue into Nathan's mouth, a soft moan curled out his throat to follow it. Blunt nails scraped over Nathan's shoulder, Logan's control still present enough to keep the touch gentle, and his other hand drew up to swipe the pad of his thumb over the tip of Nathan's cock and draw what precome he could out of it.
On his end, he was starting to drip on the sheets, and Logan moaned as he rocked his hips up in instinct, even if there was nothing to rub himself against.
Those sweet sounds were like music to his ears, and he was going to do whatever he could to coax his mate into making more. There was something deeply satisfying about hearing Logan vocalize the pleasure he felt. It sent small shivers down Nathan’s spine and blood rushing between his legs.
Nathan couldn’t stop his instinctive urge to thrust into Logan’s hand, precum quickly beading at the tip as his mate’s fingers gently caressed him. A small, needy sound escaped him as they kissed, the desire to satisfy his mate’s heat starting to overwhelm him.
Soon he couldn’t hold back anymore. He reached down to grip his cock and lightly teased Logan’s wet folds with the head before pushing forward. A low groan rumbled in his chest as his length was slowly engulfed by the tight heat. Every time felt like the first time with Logan, his healing factor causing him to recover quickly from being taken and stretched.
He slid himself balls deep into his mate and stilled, giving him a little time to adjust before he began to rock his hips, setting an easy, steady pace. His lips rested on Logan’s collarbone, the pleasure and desire for more too intense for him to focus on a proper kiss.
"Oh God," he gasped, fingers curling harder into Nathan's skin as he felt the tip of him rubbing against his cunt. "Oh God, oh God, oh God--"
His words dissipated into a long, lilting ah as Nathan sank into him, his nails scraping over his skull as the leg around Nathan tightened and the other spread further apart over the sheets. Pleasure immeasurable had him pressing his head back into the mattress, his eyes shut and his lips parted, and when Nathan finally settled Logan couldn't help the whine after.
It was almost embarrassing hearing his voice so high, and under any other circumstance-- anywhere else but here, with Nathan, being made love to-- he would have been ashamed. As it was, however, he only continued to moan as Nathan's moved in and out of him, his walls squeezing around all the thick flesh inside him each time he pulled back.
A fresh wash of slick pushed out of him, Logan's own mouth brushing over the top of Nathan's head as he whined for him, trembled for him. Nathan slid in and Logan's slick curled out of him with the pressure, coating Nathan's cock and dripping down towards the sheets, and even his small cock beaded with precome, hard as it lay against his belly.
"That's it," he encouraged, kissing Nathan's hair, one hand moving to stroke his neck as the other settled on his hip and guided him in firmer thrusts. "More."
Nathan didn’t need much encouragement to thrust harder, especially not with Logan getting so slick. Even with Nathan’s size it was easy to slide in and out of him, and he took full advantage. He brushed his lips along the expanse of Logan’s chest, flicking his tongue over one of his nipples as he arched his back to quicken the pace.
His eyes drifted closed, and he tried to ignore his own groans of pleasure in favor of the sounds his mate was making. Each moan and whine spurred him on, driving him to snap his hips forward to fill Logan over and over. Instinct was overtaking his mind, and his instincts wanted him to knot his mate and fill his womb with life giving seed.
“Feels so good,” he breathed, affectionately nuzzling Logan’s chest between kisses. After a few more thrusts he shifted his position a bit so he could reach down to stroke his mate’s neglected cock.
"Nathan!" Surprised and breathless, Logan cried out his name, shutting his eyes as he bucked up into his fist, into the heavy length of Nathan's prick. He brought an arm up, pressing it to his eyes as his mouth remained popped open, panting and sick with pleasure. He pressed his ankle into the mattress, knee pointed up, and shuddered as he followed Nathan's pace.
The smack of their skin together, the noise of his slick as it was fucked into him and between the girth of Nathan's cock, the way their sex smelled-- it was amazing, as it always was. Breathtaking, overwhelming. Logan cried out as he felt himself rise towards his first climax, and his nails dug into Nathan's flesh with only the slightest apology.
"Close," he gasped, the tip of his own dick hot with need as the walls of his cunt tightened and squeezed around Nathan in warning. "Ah, ah, ah--!"
Heat spilled from between his folds first, wet and gushing around Nathan's length, and as they gripped him firm after, Logan's fist shot up to grip the pillow above his head as his cock followed suit and spattered ropes of white over his own heaving belly.
The sounds, the sensations, the scents... Nathan found it all just as intense and overwhelming as Logan. He wanted desperately to last longer - to bring Logan to climax at least one more time before he gave in to release, his mate’s cries and the feel of his cock being squeezed was just too much. He gave one more powerful thrust, burying every inch inside Logan as his thick knot swelled to lock them together. Nathan cried out, his cock throbbing as he filled Logan’s belly with a massive load of his seed.
His chest was heaving as he tried to catch his breath, and a light sheen of sweat covered his skin. Nathan’s cheeks flushed dark red from embarrassment. As he started to calm he rested his head against Logan’s chest, listening to his heartbeat, but he couldn’t bring himself to look at him. He mentally scolded himself for not being able to hold back.
It always made him shudder feeling Nathan release inside of him, feeling the way his come spilled and coated his insides. He wrapped an arm around him to hold him close, panting in obvious overwhelm, and though his heat felt slightly assuaged in the wake of his mate's climax, Logan's healing factor tended to make them a little sharper to begin with. He was left still sensitive, still shivering, wrapping both his legs around Nathan as his body tightened and worked his cock for more-- more of his milk, more for their children.
He exhaled shakily, then dipped his head to nuzzle affectionately at the top of Nathan's. One hand stroked him from the curve of his skull to the back of his neck and along his spine, nice and easy. "Perfect," he murmured in comfort, hips squirming just a bit to feel the weight of Nathan's knot rubbing against his insides, to feel the way his come shifted inside him and sent pleasant shivers down Logan's spine.
"I love you," he whispered, kissing Nathan's forehead. "Mm.
There were a few things Nathan had going for him that made him a well suited mate for Logan. As long as he was knotted, he could always get off more than once in a single round, and even when he did have to pull out, his refractory period was so short it may as well have been non existent. Those were valuable traits with an omega who had heats as intense as Logan’s.
“I know, baby,” he murmured as he slowly began to rock his hips again. Nathan couldn’t pull his knot out, because that would hurt them both, but he was still able to thrust as long as he didn’t pull back too far. As a bonus, his knot was positioned perfectly to rub against Logan’s g-spot.
“I love you so much.”
Nathan raised his head to give Logan a proper kiss, slipping his tongue into his mouth. He lightly trailed his fingertips up and down Logan’s side. After a moment he took his mate’s hand and guided it between them to his heavy balls. One thing Nathan absolutely loved was having his balls rubbed and massaged. Sometimes it made him cum so hard he understood what it meant to “see stars”.
Logan hissed into the kiss they shared, shivering as he sucked on Nathan's tongue and squeezed around his knot. Feeling it against his sensitive area had him crying out with every slow rock of his mate's hips, his fingers trembling even as his hand was led downward.
They curled, rubbing slowly over the bumps of Nathan's balls, and then he moved to hold them in his palm instead. "Fuck--" As he tightened around Nathan's cock so too did his grip get the slightest bit firmer, and he panted into his open mouth as his hips rolled nice and slow and easy, the smallest bits of slick pushed between Nathan's knot and Logan's tight, throbbing walls.
"Nathan," he breathed once more, tongue curling against his mates as his leg slipped from where it was wrapped around him. Logan kept his arm around Nathan's back instead, his thighs pressing flat to the mattress before spreading apart, and like this he lay completely exposed, his pussy soft and pink and stretched around Nathan's incredible girth.
He squeezed the weight in his palm once more, sighing softly. "You feel so good, Nathan..."
Nathan kept his movements slow and gentle, wanting to make the most of the time they were tied together by his knot. He moaned against Logan’s lips, the combined sensations of his cock and balls being squeezed sending blissful shivers down his spine.
“So do you...,” he breathed, giving Logan’s cheek a loving nuzzle. “God, you feel incredible...”
He pressed his mouth to Logan’s again in another heated kiss, caressing his mate’s tongue with his own. Tension was gradually building inside him, fueled by the tightening of Logan’s pussy and the warm hand on his balls. His thrusts became a little more insistent, his breathing heavier. Then after a particularly good squeeze Nathan cried out, burying himself deep as he emptied himself into his mate for a second time. His second release lasted longer than his first, and was so intense his whole body shuddered.
Logan's hand remained in its place on Nathan's balls, the tip of his thumb tracing the undoubtedly sensitive underside as he felt his seed spurt inside him thick and hot again. He moaned, his free hand stroking down Nathan's spine and holding him steady at the waist as he shook above him, and the kiss broke only so he could give Nathan space to breathe.
But it was the little circles his own hips made, the little bumps and upward thrusts and insistent rubs of his most sensitive spot against Nathan's knot, that had Logan's cunt squeezing around the mess of come inside him before he grit his teeth around a whine that punctuated the gush he himself let out. It flushed Nathan's seed in, drawing it deeper into his womb, and he gasped at the feel of it-- at how his belly became the slightest bit rounder, softer.
Those were their pups, he couldn't help but think. Their young. Their children. And the concept of it had Logan wrapping both his arms around Nathan's body as he turned them just a bit to rest on their sides.
"Look," he whispered, laughing just a bit as he kissed Nathan's cheek. His head dipped to indicate his softer middle, cheeks flushed with pleasure, and then Logan kissed Nathan's jaw, the pulse in his neck. "...heh. Pretty, isn't it?"
Nathan trembled in the aftermath of his second release, and he didn’t start to relax until Logan had reached his own climax. When they were both settled on their sides he draped one arm over Logan and smiled in contentment at the slight swell in his mate’s belly. He took a deep, shuddering breath, hoping that Logan was conceiving as they lay there together in each other’s arms.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, softly nuzzling Logan’s shoulder. “Am I alone in hoping for more than just one?”
As much as he tried to adapt to human ways of thinking, to him it was more normal to have a small litter of pups rather than just one child. Even twins would be enough, though he wouldn’t mind more. That wasn’t something the two of them had talked about though, so he didn’t know what Logan might think of as normal. He may have been a mutant, but he was still technically human. In some ways he could think like a wolf. Nathan just didn’t know if this was one of those times.
Maybe if Nathan had been someone else, anyone else, the concept of more than one child in one go would have frightened him. Logan wanted to be a parent-- had wanted a family of his own since he'd been old enough to even think about such a thing-- but he'd never thought he'd be a good one.
Nathan made him good, though. Made him believe that he could be. And more than that, Nathan was good himself. Parenthood wasn't so frightening if it meant it was something he could share with a man who cared as much as Nathan did, and Logan chuckled quietly and shook his head from side to side.
Kissing his mate's forehead, he admitted, "Be nice if our kids had each other to play with."
He wasn't sure what the product of a werewolf and a feral mutant would be, but if it was anything even remotely resembling what he and Victor had been growing up (play fighting and hunting and living in the wild), then the more they were, the stronger they'd be.
"But you'd have to treat me like a fucking princess the whole time I carry God knows how many little Prices around," he teased.
Nathan had plenty of confidence in Logan. He wouldn’t have wanted to start a family with him as badly as he did if he hadn’t. It would take practice. Being new parents meant that both of them were going to make mistakes, but they would learn and grow as time went on. He knew, deep in his heart, that he and Logan could raise a beautiful, loving family together.
He chuckled a little at memories of his own years as a pup. Nathan had three siblings from the same litter - a sister and two brothers. There were times when they had been little terrors, and he fully expected the same thing from his own pups. Though there was no way to know for sure what their offspring would be like, Nathan was prepared for more animal like behavior, which was something both he and Logan were well equipped to deal with.
“It’s always good for them to have playmates,” he agreed. “I need to find a place with a nice yard though. They’re going to need room to run and explore.”
Though that could wait until they were sure Logan was pregnant. They may have been getting a bit ahead of themselves, but it was difficult to not be excited. For Nathan, at least.
“Don’t think I won’t. You’ll be sick of me coddling you.”
"Not possible," Logan murmured, leaning in to kiss Nathan on the mouth and ending it with the smallest lick. He shifted slightly, a leg hooking around Nathan's hip as he moved himself closer, and though the shift of his mate's cock inside him had his mouth popping open in an oh, ultimately all Logan wanted to do was press himself against him. He buried his face in Nathan's hair, taking in his scent, and sighed deeply at the sheer fulfillment it gave him. "I like when you're sappy."
He traced circles along his back, the tips of his fingers smooth and soft as they moved up and down.
"Fact you're so sweet's one of the reasons I fell for you."
It wasn't very often that Logan spoke of soft little things like that, but there was something to be said about the psychological effects of knowing he was going to bear Nathan's children-- that in the morning he wouldn't have to take any birth control, that he'll let his lover's seed take and hopefully blossom.
Toes curling slightly, he brought one hand to press against the swell of his belly, shivering at how full he felt. Logan's scent continued to edge towards sweet and tempting, and he nipped lightly at Nathan's temple. "You got one more round in you?" A low rumble started in his chest, not unlike a purr, and Logan's fingers continued to trace up and down Nathan's back.
Voice lowering in a whisper, he kissed Nathan's ear. "I want as much as you can give while I'm fertile."
Nathan grinned and placed soft kisses all along Logan’s neck and shoulder, fingers running through his hair as he held him close.
“I think I’m always a little sappy.”
He was naturally a loving, affectionate person. Nathan cared about the well being of everyone around him, and often put others before himself. Not to his own detriment. He knew better than that, but if there was a way for him to make someone’s day better, he would usually do it. He’d never been anything but kind to Logan, even back when the man had been a bit prickly around him.
A soft hum was his response to Logan’s question, but he spoke up after he brought his hand to rest on top of Logan’s. Just imagining that in a few months his mate could be swollen with his offspring instead of just his seed sent another spark of arousal through him. He shifted their positions a little so he could rock his hips against his mate while they both stayed comfortable on their sides.
“I think you can coax another round or two out of me,” he said softly, his lips brushing against Logan’s neck. “I promise I’ll give you everything I have.”
It was another one of those times where all Logan could think was that he loved him-- where it was all he wanted to say, to whisper over and over as Nathan moved against him and slid his cock into the wet mess of his folds. Instead, Logan shivered and moaned, head tilting to offer his throat and neck in clear submission; his own cock twitched in obvious interest, but more pressing was the way his knee moved up a little higher to offer himself better, more.
The sounds of their coupling were wet, made so with the mess of their come and the fact that Logan's cunt was easily producing slick again. Logan gasped, back arching just enough to nudge his soft belly into Nathan's palm, and he hooked an arm around Nathan's back to hold him close. The pace his own hips rolled against his mate's wasn't nearly as frantic as it was earlier. Logan moved slower this time, savouring the friction, the way their sex smelled and sounded the more Nathan moved inside him.
He'd never wanted to be pregnant before, at least not outside the feelings that being in heat brought naturally, but he felt now how much of a difference it made to want it. To want to be stuffed full, and bred, and warm with the knowledge that they'd conceived.
"Please," he whispered, rolling his hips leisurely, lovingly, into Nathan's own. "Please--"
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Ask him what he did to deserve anyone like Nathan and he wouldn't be able to give a proper answer. Even beyond the heats, beyond the bond they shared (marked with the shape of Nathan's teeth ever-present on the back of Logan's neck), Logan genuinely loved him. And liked him, which was probably more important in the long run. Just the thought of seeing him again, even if Logan spent all his weekends with him already, had him excited in a way he'd never felt for anything (or anyone) else in the longest fucking time. Maybe that was love. Maybe that was what it was supposed to feel like.
Either way, Logan's eyes were always brighter when he was with him.
This time, however, that excitement came with an apprehension, and throughout the drive Logan made to Nathan's place, he found himself mulling over the topic in his head more than he'd ever done before. The uncertainty of it was so bad it almost made him forget about the fact that his heat was going to be starting in its entirety in only a handful of hours, too.
Even now, those handful of hours later, after having a meal with Nathan and speaking with Nathan and returning to his bedroom with him, Logan finds himself frowning slightly where he sits on the edge of the bed. He hasn't gotten his clothes off despite the fact that his face is starting to warm, too afraid of asking what he wants to ask to really do it. The muscles of his thighs are clenching as his heat truly begins to manifest physically, and once Nathan is turned his way, Logan looks up at him and makes his move.
His fingers curl lightly into the bedsheets beneath him. "What do you think about a family?" A pause, as Logan crinkles his nose. That's a stupid question. He knows well enough that Nathan likes children, knows that he's the sort of man to want a home life like that. God. "I mean-- not in general. Sorry.
"Uh." Fuck. He can't remember the last time he'd ever felt this afraid of rejection. "It's just... what about having one?" Unable to keep his head lifted and his gaze matching Nathan's own, Logan turns away, a hand lifting to rub the side of his index finger against the end of his nose. "With, uh, me."
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They had come a long way from when they had first met. Back then Logan had been a bit cold toward Nathan. Apparently, he strongly resembled Logan’s brother - physically, anyway - and the two of them were on bad terms. To put it mildly. It had taken Logan a while to completely separate them in his mind. The fact that Nathan was nothing like his brother had helped a lot with that. They hadn’t become fast friends, but Nathan was patient, and that patience paid off more than he ever could have imagined. He couldn’t see his life without Logan now.
This visit had been different. Nathan couldn’t help noticing that Logan seemed troubled, but he’d held out through dinner, hoping his mate would open up to him in his own time. Sometimes Logan just needed a little space, and Nathan tried to give him that, despite wanting to know what he could do to help.
Logan’s nervousness was almost palpable as he sat on the edge of their shared bed, watching Nathan remove his shirt and toss it aside. It was a relief when he started to talk, though Nathan’s brow furrowed at the sight of him gripping the sheets like that. Still, he was patient, giving Logan a chance to say what was on his mind. When his concern was finally voiced, Nathan smiled and stepped closer to the bed so he could reach out and stroke Logan’s cheek.
“Do you really have to ask?” His tone was gentle and reassuring. “Of course I want to have a family with you. I just thought, with how hectic your life can be, that maybe you didn’t want one.”
He sat down on the edge of the bed and wrapped his arm around Logan, gently nuzzling his shoulder. Nathan loved kids, and he’d wanted to be a father for a long time. If Logan was sure he was ready, there was no chance that he would reject the idea.
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What apprehension he felt was swiftly replaced with relief, and then happiness as he bent his head to kiss the skin of Nathan's temple before nosing gently at it. He breathed in deeply and wholly, taking in the musk of his mate-- his alpha-- and then cupped his cheek to bring him up for a small, chaste kiss.
Of course, the proximity made it difficult to keep it that way. Nathan's warmth and the feel of his mouth against Logan's own made a heavy swinging hit to the curl of Logan's heat, causing his own scent to flare in his cheeks to flush deeper. "I want one," he assured, though there was a tremor in his voice as the combined sensations of closeness and friction and the fact that Nathan wanted to give him children fogged over his brain.
There was another kiss as Logan's arm shifted to wrap around Nathan's neck, holding him close, stroking the back of his neck. "God," he breathed, "I want one with you." And that made all the difference, didn't it?
"I'm just sorry it took me so long."
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Despite the scent of his mate’s heat being almost overwhelming, Nathan kept himself in check, giving him a soft kiss and then resting his forehead against Logan’s. Such sweet, intimate moments showed just how much they loved and cared for each other, which was even more important than their mating bond in his eyes. Though he couldn’t hide the change in his scent as the warmth of desire spread throughout his body, nor could he hide the bulge that was quickly forming in his sweatpants.
“I love you,” he murmured, pressing a slightly more insistent kiss to Logan’s lips. Just saying those words sent a small shiver down Nathan’s spine. “And I want to father as many as I can with you.”
Not literally, but it was no secret that Nathan wanted a big family. It may have been the wolf in him longing for something that resembled a pack. He hadn’t seen his own in a long time, and he missed the feeling of being a part of something bigger than himself.
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The want was turning impossible to ignore now, Logan's breaths heavier and the heat between his legs growing wet as he kissed Nathan once, twice, harder. "I love you, too," he promised, wanting to say it while he was still lucid, his fingers stroking through Nathan's short-cropped hair and tracing the curve of his ear. He smiled even when he kissed him, smiled as he slid the tips of his fingers down his torso to stroke slowly over the shape of him through his trousers.
"And I'll love our young." Another kiss, even harder now, and Logan licked lightly at Nathan's lips. "Our family."
He pulled away only to lift up on one knee, dropping the other to straddle Nathan fully. Like this Logan looked down at him, hands gently caressing the sides of Nathan's neck, and oh-so slowly he brought his hips forward to rub his dampening heat over the bulge in Nathan's trousers, clothing be damned.
"Just gotta pump me full first, huh?"
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Hearing those three words from Logan made Nathan’s heart race just as much as the first time he’d heard them, and the assurance that he would love their children served to drive home the knowledge that this was really happening. He was really going to have a family, and with the person he loved more than anything in the world. Nothing could have made him happier in that moment.
He wrapped his arms around Logan and pulled him in for a long, deep kiss. Feeling the warmth of his mate so close - only separated from him by a few layers of fabric - made Nathan rock his hips upward. His cock was already aching with the need to be with Logan, making him whine softly into their kiss. He flushed pink with embarrassment, but hoped Logan wouldn’t notice.
When he drew back he slipped Logan’s shirt over his head and tossed it aside, trailing his hands over his chest.
“You know that won’t be a problem.”
By the time they were finished he might even have a preview of what being pregnant would look and feel like, depending on how often he needed Nathan during his heat.
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The friction of Nathan's hands and his bucking hips and the warmth of his tongue as Logan licked between his lips sent shivers down his spine, pleasant and tingling and adding to the molten sensation of need that grew in the pit of his stomach. His own hands moved down, pulling at the fastenings to his trousers and nudging them lower, and though the shape of his smaller cock was outlined in his underwear, more pressing was the way the fabric was darker just beneath that bulge. His cunt was wet, dripping in preparation for his mate, and Logan pulled away and panted as his hands made their way to Nathan's trousers, next.
"Touch me," he said, words hinging on a plea. The scent of his heat was clear now, sweet in its attempt to lure Nathan in, and he huffed as a kiss touched Nathan's cheek, the curve of his ear, his temple. Having undone his button and zip, Logan nosed at the top of Nathan's head in an attempt to tilt it downward and get Nathan to look at where his underwear had gotten darker.
That he was wearing women's lingerie-- white like it was their wedding night-- was just a small surprise.
His voice was low, growling. "I need you, baby."
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“Very sexy,” he said, his voice low and husky. “It’s a shame that they’ll spend more time on the floor than on you.”
Nathan slowly slid his hand down Logan’s chest and over his abs to the line of that lovely lingerie, teasing the sensitive skin there before slipping his fingers underneath to feel how wet Logan was for him. It sent a spark of arousal through him, causing his cock to twitch. His palm caressed Logan’s cock as he pressed one finger inside him, gently sliding it in and out to get him even more worked up.
He kissed Logan’s neck, tracing his tongue over the bite mark on his neck - the mark that told the world he’d been claimed by an alpha. The thought of renewing that mark while he took his omega had him lifting Logan up to lie him back against the bed. Nathan peppered his neck and collarbone with kisses. He only moved away long enough to take his pants off and discard them to the floor. A small sigh of relief escaped him when his long, thick cock was free from its confines. The rest of Logan’s clothes were next, and once they were both bare to each other, Nathan settled between Logan’s legs, kissing him deeply again.
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His thighs nudged closer together as he watched Nathan undress, saliva unmistakably building in his mouth at the sight of his prick hard and wanting. The moment his clothes were off and Nathan was back against him, Logan wasted no time in wrapping one arm around his neck to hold him while the other reached down to take Nathan's cock between his smooth fingers. He stroked him slow, but not any less firm, swallowing each sound he made as a leg hooked around his hip to bring his mate closer.
Slipping his tongue into Nathan's mouth, a soft moan curled out his throat to follow it. Blunt nails scraped over Nathan's shoulder, Logan's control still present enough to keep the touch gentle, and his other hand drew up to swipe the pad of his thumb over the tip of Nathan's cock and draw what precome he could out of it.
On his end, he was starting to drip on the sheets, and Logan moaned as he rocked his hips up in instinct, even if there was nothing to rub himself against.
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Nathan couldn’t stop his instinctive urge to thrust into Logan’s hand, precum quickly beading at the tip as his mate’s fingers gently caressed him. A small, needy sound escaped him as they kissed, the desire to satisfy his mate’s heat starting to overwhelm him.
Soon he couldn’t hold back anymore. He reached down to grip his cock and lightly teased Logan’s wet folds with the head before pushing forward. A low groan rumbled in his chest as his length was slowly engulfed by the tight heat. Every time felt like the first time with Logan, his healing factor causing him to recover quickly from being taken and stretched.
He slid himself balls deep into his mate and stilled, giving him a little time to adjust before he began to rock his hips, setting an easy, steady pace. His lips rested on Logan’s collarbone, the pleasure and desire for more too intense for him to focus on a proper kiss.
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His words dissipated into a long, lilting ah as Nathan sank into him, his nails scraping over his skull as the leg around Nathan tightened and the other spread further apart over the sheets. Pleasure immeasurable had him pressing his head back into the mattress, his eyes shut and his lips parted, and when Nathan finally settled Logan couldn't help the whine after.
It was almost embarrassing hearing his voice so high, and under any other circumstance-- anywhere else but here, with Nathan, being made love to-- he would have been ashamed. As it was, however, he only continued to moan as Nathan's moved in and out of him, his walls squeezing around all the thick flesh inside him each time he pulled back.
A fresh wash of slick pushed out of him, Logan's own mouth brushing over the top of Nathan's head as he whined for him, trembled for him. Nathan slid in and Logan's slick curled out of him with the pressure, coating Nathan's cock and dripping down towards the sheets, and even his small cock beaded with precome, hard as it lay against his belly.
"That's it," he encouraged, kissing Nathan's hair, one hand moving to stroke his neck as the other settled on his hip and guided him in firmer thrusts. "More."
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His eyes drifted closed, and he tried to ignore his own groans of pleasure in favor of the sounds his mate was making. Each moan and whine spurred him on, driving him to snap his hips forward to fill Logan over and over. Instinct was overtaking his mind, and his instincts wanted him to knot his mate and fill his womb with life giving seed.
“Feels so good,” he breathed, affectionately nuzzling Logan’s chest between kisses. After a few more thrusts he shifted his position a bit so he could reach down to stroke his mate’s neglected cock.
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The smack of their skin together, the noise of his slick as it was fucked into him and between the girth of Nathan's cock, the way their sex smelled-- it was amazing, as it always was. Breathtaking, overwhelming. Logan cried out as he felt himself rise towards his first climax, and his nails dug into Nathan's flesh with only the slightest apology.
"Close," he gasped, the tip of his own dick hot with need as the walls of his cunt tightened and squeezed around Nathan in warning. "Ah, ah, ah--!"
Heat spilled from between his folds first, wet and gushing around Nathan's length, and as they gripped him firm after, Logan's fist shot up to grip the pillow above his head as his cock followed suit and spattered ropes of white over his own heaving belly.
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His chest was heaving as he tried to catch his breath, and a light sheen of sweat covered his skin. Nathan’s cheeks flushed dark red from embarrassment. As he started to calm he rested his head against Logan’s chest, listening to his heartbeat, but he couldn’t bring himself to look at him. He mentally scolded himself for not being able to hold back.
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He exhaled shakily, then dipped his head to nuzzle affectionately at the top of Nathan's. One hand stroked him from the curve of his skull to the back of his neck and along his spine, nice and easy. "Perfect," he murmured in comfort, hips squirming just a bit to feel the weight of Nathan's knot rubbing against his insides, to feel the way his come shifted inside him and sent pleasant shivers down Logan's spine.
"I love you," he whispered, kissing Nathan's forehead. "Mm.
"But you know I need more..."
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“I know, baby,” he murmured as he slowly began to rock his hips again. Nathan couldn’t pull his knot out, because that would hurt them both, but he was still able to thrust as long as he didn’t pull back too far. As a bonus, his knot was positioned perfectly to rub against Logan’s g-spot.
“I love you so much.”
Nathan raised his head to give Logan a proper kiss, slipping his tongue into his mouth. He lightly trailed his fingertips up and down Logan’s side. After a moment he took his mate’s hand and guided it between them to his heavy balls. One thing Nathan absolutely loved was having his balls rubbed and massaged. Sometimes it made him cum so hard he understood what it meant to “see stars”.
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They curled, rubbing slowly over the bumps of Nathan's balls, and then he moved to hold them in his palm instead. "Fuck--" As he tightened around Nathan's cock so too did his grip get the slightest bit firmer, and he panted into his open mouth as his hips rolled nice and slow and easy, the smallest bits of slick pushed between Nathan's knot and Logan's tight, throbbing walls.
"Nathan," he breathed once more, tongue curling against his mates as his leg slipped from where it was wrapped around him. Logan kept his arm around Nathan's back instead, his thighs pressing flat to the mattress before spreading apart, and like this he lay completely exposed, his pussy soft and pink and stretched around Nathan's incredible girth.
He squeezed the weight in his palm once more, sighing softly. "You feel so good, Nathan..."
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“So do you...,” he breathed, giving Logan’s cheek a loving nuzzle. “God, you feel incredible...”
He pressed his mouth to Logan’s again in another heated kiss, caressing his mate’s tongue with his own. Tension was gradually building inside him, fueled by the tightening of Logan’s pussy and the warm hand on his balls. His thrusts became a little more insistent, his breathing heavier. Then after a particularly good squeeze Nathan cried out, burying himself deep as he emptied himself into his mate for a second time. His second release lasted longer than his first, and was so intense his whole body shuddered.
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But it was the little circles his own hips made, the little bumps and upward thrusts and insistent rubs of his most sensitive spot against Nathan's knot, that had Logan's cunt squeezing around the mess of come inside him before he grit his teeth around a whine that punctuated the gush he himself let out. It flushed Nathan's seed in, drawing it deeper into his womb, and he gasped at the feel of it-- at how his belly became the slightest bit rounder, softer.
Those were their pups, he couldn't help but think. Their young. Their children. And the concept of it had Logan wrapping both his arms around Nathan's body as he turned them just a bit to rest on their sides.
"Look," he whispered, laughing just a bit as he kissed Nathan's cheek. His head dipped to indicate his softer middle, cheeks flushed with pleasure, and then Logan kissed Nathan's jaw, the pulse in his neck. "...heh. Pretty, isn't it?"
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“Beautiful,” he murmured, softly nuzzling Logan’s shoulder. “Am I alone in hoping for more than just one?”
As much as he tried to adapt to human ways of thinking, to him it was more normal to have a small litter of pups rather than just one child. Even twins would be enough, though he wouldn’t mind more. That wasn’t something the two of them had talked about though, so he didn’t know what Logan might think of as normal. He may have been a mutant, but he was still technically human. In some ways he could think like a wolf. Nathan just didn’t know if this was one of those times.
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Nathan made him good, though. Made him believe that he could be. And more than that, Nathan was good himself. Parenthood wasn't so frightening if it meant it was something he could share with a man who cared as much as Nathan did, and Logan chuckled quietly and shook his head from side to side.
Kissing his mate's forehead, he admitted, "Be nice if our kids had each other to play with."
He wasn't sure what the product of a werewolf and a feral mutant would be, but if it was anything even remotely resembling what he and Victor had been growing up (play fighting and hunting and living in the wild), then the more they were, the stronger they'd be.
"But you'd have to treat me like a fucking princess the whole time I carry God knows how many little Prices around," he teased.
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He chuckled a little at memories of his own years as a pup. Nathan had three siblings from the same litter - a sister and two brothers. There were times when they had been little terrors, and he fully expected the same thing from his own pups. Though there was no way to know for sure what their offspring would be like, Nathan was prepared for more animal like behavior, which was something both he and Logan were well equipped to deal with.
“It’s always good for them to have playmates,” he agreed. “I need to find a place with a nice yard though. They’re going to need room to run and explore.”
Though that could wait until they were sure Logan was pregnant. They may have been getting a bit ahead of themselves, but it was difficult to not be excited. For Nathan, at least.
“Don’t think I won’t. You’ll be sick of me coddling you.”
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He traced circles along his back, the tips of his fingers smooth and soft as they moved up and down.
"Fact you're so sweet's one of the reasons I fell for you."
It wasn't very often that Logan spoke of soft little things like that, but there was something to be said about the psychological effects of knowing he was going to bear Nathan's children-- that in the morning he wouldn't have to take any birth control, that he'll let his lover's seed take and hopefully blossom.
Toes curling slightly, he brought one hand to press against the swell of his belly, shivering at how full he felt. Logan's scent continued to edge towards sweet and tempting, and he nipped lightly at Nathan's temple. "You got one more round in you?" A low rumble started in his chest, not unlike a purr, and Logan's fingers continued to trace up and down Nathan's back.
Voice lowering in a whisper, he kissed Nathan's ear. "I want as much as you can give while I'm fertile."
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Nathan grinned and placed soft kisses all along Logan’s neck and shoulder, fingers running through his hair as he held him close.
“I think I’m always a little sappy.”
He was naturally a loving, affectionate person. Nathan cared about the well being of everyone around him, and often put others before himself. Not to his own detriment. He knew better than that, but if there was a way for him to make someone’s day better, he would usually do it. He’d never been anything but kind to Logan, even back when the man had been a bit prickly around him.
A soft hum was his response to Logan’s question, but he spoke up after he brought his hand to rest on top of Logan’s. Just imagining that in a few months his mate could be swollen with his offspring instead of just his seed sent another spark of arousal through him. He shifted their positions a little so he could rock his hips against his mate while they both stayed comfortable on their sides.
“I think you can coax another round or two out of me,” he said softly, his lips brushing against Logan’s neck. “I promise I’ll give you everything I have.”
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The sounds of their coupling were wet, made so with the mess of their come and the fact that Logan's cunt was easily producing slick again. Logan gasped, back arching just enough to nudge his soft belly into Nathan's palm, and he hooked an arm around Nathan's back to hold him close. The pace his own hips rolled against his mate's wasn't nearly as frantic as it was earlier. Logan moved slower this time, savouring the friction, the way their sex smelled and sounded the more Nathan moved inside him.
He'd never wanted to be pregnant before, at least not outside the feelings that being in heat brought naturally, but he felt now how much of a difference it made to want it. To want to be stuffed full, and bred, and warm with the knowledge that they'd conceived.
"Please," he whispered, rolling his hips leisurely, lovingly, into Nathan's own. "Please--"
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end thread y/n?
Sounds about right.