[Jean-Paul's stare is intense - it betrays a single-minded determination and passion, and right now every bit of both is focused on Logan. He wants this man. He has him, and he has no intention of letting him go.
When Logan kisses his chest he finally lets his eyes close. His head lolls back, and his breath catches in his throat. His skin is burning, every inch of his body yearning for the lips that move to his mouth.
And then Logan is there, smiling, and he finds he can scarcely breathe again. He hates it. He loves it. He cannot remember a time he has ever felt so deliriously out of control.
Jean-Paul tries to speak and simply croaks, unable to make the switch over to Enlish right away.]
You make me happier than any man ever has.
[He almost adds more, 'please don't hurt me' or 'this can't possibly end well.' But instead he leans in to kiss Logan again.]
[ The kiss is enough. The kiss is the closest thing to perfect they can get.
Logan understands fear, understands that connections and sentiments aren't what Jean-Paul is used to, but if he's anything for anybody, then he's the fool who's fearless whenever it's necessary.
He thinks it's necessary now.
So he falls in headfirst, deepening the kiss with parted lips. He slips his left hand up to stroke the curve and point of Jean-Paul's ear gently as the other brushes down his shoulder and the broad expanse of his back. Then one of his thighs lifts to wrap a leg around Jean-Paul's waist and pull him in, and Logan presses up against him, hot in his belly and groaning with want.
Logan kisses him long and slow, and shivers when it breaks and he's left panting against Jean-Paul's mouth. ]
You said, [ another kiss, a soft suck to Jean-Paul's lip ] said you wanted to spoil me.
[ The smile he wears turns teasing, Logan's thumb and index rubbing the point of Jean-Paul's ear between them, and his words come in a purr. ] Does fucking me count?
[Is it possible to melt when you're as hard as he is? It certainly feels that way to Jean-Paul. He does alright until Logan touches his ear again, and that undoes whatever thing veneer of self control he has. He sighs and just clings, kissing and running his hands through Logan's hair blindly.
He kisses until his mouth feels bruised, until Logan pulls back. Jean-Paul's eyes are half-lidded and smouldering, his breath coming in shallow pants as Logan continues to play with his ear.]
Logan. [His voice is firm, even if he's still breathing hard.] I will fuck you any way you want me to. Any. Way. You could ask me to put on a goddamn french maid's costume and nail you to the tune of "be our guest" and right now I'd comply.
[ He can't help the laugh, the mental Jesus fucking Christ, this man in his head. But the sentiment comes across perfectly, and Logan kisses Jean-Paul on the lips, his fingers releasing his ear if only to give him some measure of composure. Then Logan turns them and nudges Jean-Paul's back down into the mattress, knees on either side of his hips and his hands carefully set down by his head. ]
Think I just want you to finger me before you fuck me. [ The way he tucks some stray hair over Jean-Paul's ear is sweet, reverent, but his other hand goes shamelessly into his bedside drawer to tug the lube in there out. He deposits this nicely onto Jean-Paul's chest, then pats it once with his hand. ] You can do that, [ he kisses his cheek, whispering lowly ] right?
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[Jean-Paul is ridiculous. It's a side effect of not giving a fuck about most things. He breathes deep and slow and relaxes back against the bed. He looks up at Logan with a mix of amusement and frank adoration.
Jean-Paul looks down at the bottle on his chest, then flicks his gaze back up. He smirks, eyebrows lifting.]
I can do that. [He is very clearly trying not to laugh.] But we should probably get undressed first, non?
What, you want to watch? [ The playful tone is still there, still prevalent, but Logan sheds the hoodie he's wearing with a fluid, lethargic ease. One hand leaves it, then the other, and he drops it off to the side of his bed, more than aware of Jean-Paul's eyes, of the spice in his scent and how badly that makes Logan want him.
His shirt's already mostly undone, so it takes close to no effort to unbutton it all the way, but rather than shrug it off with the same ease as his hoodie, he gives Jean-Paul a disbelieving look anyway.
And then he brings one hand up to push its opposite sleeve down, slow and careful and exposing the curve of his bicep. Mirroring this on the other side, Logan's left with both sleeves at his elbows, and he lets them slip away with gravity and the smallest flicks of his wrists. ]
[And here it is again - that intensity. It's very easy to dismiss Jean-Paul as cold and unfeeling. But underneath the suits and the perfect hair there lives the same passionate soul that has repeated the mantra of "I-want" since his teens.
He watches every move Logan makes with unabashed lust. He watches him, perhaps, like a predator stalking prey.
The second that shirt is off, Jean-Paul strips out of his own. He moves slowly, if only to prove that he has enough self control to manage it.]
[ The rest. God. Logan wonders how normal it is to feel winded when all he's done is kiss and take his shirt off, but he's hyper-aware of the way Jean-Paul looks at him-- the fucking laser precision, the darkness in his eyes.
It makes Logan's throat dry, but he undoes his belt regardless and lets it fall with a metallic clack to the floor. Then his cargo pants are unfastened, his thumbs hooking over the hem, and he lifts high enough on his knees to pull them down his thighs. He's hard in his underwear, dark fabric stretched tight over his prick, but he leaves it on as he bends instead, forearms keeping him steady and hovering over Jean-Paul's body.
[Jean-Paul's eyes drink in every exposed inch of flesh, every curve and angle of Logan's body. He kisses back, languid and warm.
Jean-Paul nods in response to Logan's question, smirking softly. Then he's sitting up as much as he can, quick as ever, hooking a leg and arm around Logan's body. He rolls, making sure to knock one of Logan's arms out from underneath him so the heavier man can fall to the bed. Places neatly reversed, Jean-Paul is suddenly at the foot of the bed, yanking Logan's pants off and tossing them to the floor. He pauses, unbuttoning his trousers.]
You are really gorgeous, did you know that?
[He slithers out of his pants, revealing black briefs. Jean-Paul moves up, sitting on Logan's legs. He runs his hands up his thighs, over his hips and abdomen.]
[ Happy, soft sounds rise in his throat as he's touched, the rumble in his chest loud and obvious. Logan's all too happy to take Jean-Paul's lips, but a disbelieving comment passes all the same: ] Jesus, "play" shouldn't sound so hot. [ He doesn't seem to mind, though, if the way his hands roam Jean-Paul's back and find the swell of his ass is any indication. He hooks the tips of his fingers under the waistband, touching bare skin, and then draws his hands around so he can slide one loving touch over his belly while a second strokes the muscle in Jean-Paul's thigh. ]
Mm. [ Leaning back lazily, his thumb stroking the firm line of Jean-Paul's abs, he brings his hand up to trace the weight of his cock in his underwear, and then a little higher to find the elastic and pull before it snaps back to Jean-Paul's skin. ] I'd compliment you, but your ego doesn't need it.
[ Logan certainly needs to swallow the saliva that builds in his mouth, however. Jean-Paul's scent is enough to get him whining, but he certainly loves to look and touch just as much. ]
Remember what you said-- [ Another gulp. ] Somethin' about fucking in a forest?
No-- [ A hah, a slight pinch to Jean-Paul's side. ] No. Christ.
Just. Made me think about positions. [ He swallows again, unsure where the hell all this drool is coming from (it's the smell, maybe; the pheromones sinking into him, making it hard for his brain to work more than the bare minimum). ] The way animals...
[ Deciding it's probably best not to continue, Logan brings both hands up Jean-Paul's torso, tracing skin and musculature and feeling how warm, how alive he is. ] If you bite the back of my neck I go boneless.
It's a-- a part of me likes it. It's crazy, but it works every time.
And I want it. [ Plain and simple. ] Later, when it's almost over, because it shuts me down, pure fucking mindless bliss and everything.
[ Cupping either side of Jean-Paul's jaw, he looks up at him with a half-amused grin. ] And-- mm. [ A resigned, yet happy noise. ] Shit. You're gorgeous, darlin'.
[The pinch gets an undignified giggle out of him, but he keeps watching Logan with same hungry expression. He listens, body undulating slowly as Logan runs his hands over him.]
Pure mindless bliss, hn? Ouais. I would like to give that to you. Very much.
[The grin, the hands at his face - and they are soft hands, contrary to what people assume - and most of all the darlin'... Jean-Paul melts again. The desire is still there, but for the moment some of the fierce "I'll fuck you into the mattress" energy is tempered by how completely happy he looks.]
Merci.
[He leans diwn to kiss Logan's mouth again. His hands roam, fingernails skating over the expanse of Logan's chest. One clever set of fingers stops to play with Logan's nipple, plucking and circling gently.]
[ Logan doesn't think he'll ever tire of these kisses, sighing weakly as Jean-Paul's lips cover his own once more. His back arches as his chest is touched, hips bucking when his nipple is played with, and he finds it impossible to hold back the moan. ]
Nnh, [ he whines lowly, though it's swiftly replaced with the rumbling purr still in his chest and jaw ] don't tease, Johnny.
It's called foreplay. [But he leans down to kiss him again, deep and with a little more heat. He backs off once more and searches the bed for the bottle that had of course fallen off during their wrestling. He finds it, sets it close by, and slides off of Logan with real regret.
He runs his hands up Logan's thighs, moving them to the waistband of his underpants. He tugs them down slowly, watching, biting his lower lip.]
[ His heart jumps in his chest at the sight of Jean-Paul above him-- a weird little feeling that he tries to stamp down with another gulp (he's been gulping too much, it feels). ] "How I like it"?
[ His hips lift slightly to accommodate the slide of his underwear, cock thick and hard as it curves towards his belly. Logan would feel ridiculous if he had the sense of mind for anything except how much he wants Jean-Paul to be close to him again. ]
[ Logan breathes in deep and growls with his exhalation, toes curling slightly as he rolls his hips up into Jean-Paul's fist on instinct. One hand is curled into the pillow above his head, and the other slips over his own throat before it slides to his chest to rest there. ]
I want you. [ Out of context it's cheesy, but Logan tends not to think more than that-- and couldn't now, the muscles of his thighs drawn tight as he thrusts up and sighs. The friction's amazing on its own, unbearably slow as Jean-Paul moves, and Logan's stomach twists and tightens in turn-- hot, an ache in his gut. ]
[Jean-Paul's hand moves up and down, pausing to reach lower and fondle Logan's balls. He watches the other man's face, smirking softly at the reactions.]
Pull your knees up. [A soft, velvety murmur. His free hand finds that bottle again, flipping up the lid. He takes his hand away for a moment to squirt lubricant onto it, then returns to slowly but firmly working Logan's cock. The new slickness of his hand makes it easier.]
[ So he lifts his knees, the hand on his chest slipping to grasp the back of one and pull it higher than the other. It's a terrible position-- vulnerable, prone, presenting-- but still he ruts up into the ring of Jean-Paul's fingers and shivers, the single foot still pressed to the bed curling its toes into the sheets.
Logan's noisy at least in terms of quantity, making soft sounds each time Jean-Paul's fist slides up towards the head and pulls his foreskin back down; the muscles of his ass go tight, too, each time he rolls his hips up. The lube is noisy, slippery between his prick and the steady slide of Jean-Paul's palm and fingers, and Logan leaks for it easy, drinking in the attention with fluttering lashes and parted lips. ] Ah, [ his thighs spread apart, the hand on the pillow moving to press the knuckle of his index to his mouth and take the scrape of his teeth ] God, fuck me, come on.
[Oh the irony of the source. Jean-Paul still manages to sound amused - he's turned on, yes, but he's also just having a really good time and it shows.
He had to take his hand away for the briefest half second to coat his other fingers in lube, but it's back before a human would notice. Slowly he runs his fingers between Logan's asscheeks, circling before probing gently at his hole. He slides a finger in and out, still slow, while still jerking his cock.]
Yeah. [ The way Logan's mouth goes slack and his lips part goes with the moan that leaves him. The pressure is one thing, but his sensitive nerve endings flare and pop at the twin sensations of friction around him, friction inside him. He squeezes around Jean-Paul's finger as it withdraws, greedy, tight like it's his first time (but he always is, with the healing factor), and moves the hand on his mouth to brush over Jean-Paul's where it's wrapped around his dick. Logan slides it up to his forearm in a light, light touch. ]
Come here. [ Oh, God, his eyes close briefly at a particularly good rub in him, back arching off the mattress, and when they flutter open again his muscles relax once more.
The foot on the mattress slips, making it so Logan's thighs fall open just a bit wider. Rolling his hips up into Jean-Paul's fist and down onto his finger, he sighs, shivering again. ] Can't reach you...
[For once, Jean-Paul doesn't argue. As much as they may joke about him being a tease, Jean-Paul is in reality a terribly impatient man. Logan wants him closer. He wants to BE closer. So he moves up, having to remove his hands for a moment as he presses his body close. But soon they are back: rubbing, squeezing, pressing. He kisses Logan's mouth as he slides another slick finger inside of him.
He presses again, feeling the tight heat that Logan is offering up so wantonly. His fingers find a rhythm, slow at first, but speeding up as Logan's hips move. He tears his mouth away only for a moment.]
[ Jean-Paul kisses him and Logan whines against his lips, the gasp he makes sharp when he feels two fingers stretching him open next. His knees raise, the left one in particular sliding a calve up Jean-Paul's side. ]
Ouais. [ He doesn't even think to say it any other way than how Jean-Paul says it, kissing him again as one arm hooks over his shoulder. Those fingers rubbing up inside him, pressing deep, make it impossible for Logan to keep quiet, his breathing light and shivering as his free hand reaches between them to stroke down Jean-Paul's chest and reach over his abdomen.
Voice soft, lips softer, Logan whispers, ] Your fingers're so long...
[ And he leaks for it, wet at the tip, flushed on his cheeks and his neck and the tops of his chest. Logan presses a kiss to Jean-Paul's jaw, to the curve of his neck, and huffs warm breath in a soft moan over his skin as he squeezes around him.
Jean-Paul wanted him to speak to him, and Logan does so in a murmur. ] Tu me rends fou, Jean-Paul. [ You drive me crazy.
And then he kisses him on the mouth again, chaste if not for the way Logan's front teeth scrape over Jean-Paul's bottom lip, innocent if not for the way he rocks down onto his fingers and shivers at the friction. ]
[All of this... it's what Jean-Paul never knew he wanted. Later he may reflect on that, but in the moment he just knows he needs to be closer to Logan.
He can feel Logan's cock leaking, feel his muscles tense. Lust rolls off of him in waves, impossible to deny. He groans, soft but still so hungry.
He keeps his fingers moving, rocking in and out.]
Logan. This is important, mon cher amour. [He kisses along his jaw, mouthing the spot below his ear.] Do we need protection? Or is that... not necessary, wit' your healing factor?
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When Logan kisses his chest he finally lets his eyes close. His head lolls back, and his breath catches in his throat. His skin is burning, every inch of his body yearning for the lips that move to his mouth.
And then Logan is there, smiling, and he finds he can scarcely breathe again. He hates it. He loves it. He cannot remember a time he has ever felt so deliriously out of control.
Jean-Paul tries to speak and simply croaks, unable to make the switch over to Enlish right away.]
You make me happier than any man ever has.
[He almost adds more, 'please don't hurt me' or 'this can't possibly end well.' But instead he leans in to kiss Logan again.]
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Logan understands fear, understands that connections and sentiments aren't what Jean-Paul is used to, but if he's anything for anybody, then he's the fool who's fearless whenever it's necessary.
He thinks it's necessary now.
So he falls in headfirst, deepening the kiss with parted lips. He slips his left hand up to stroke the curve and point of Jean-Paul's ear gently as the other brushes down his shoulder and the broad expanse of his back. Then one of his thighs lifts to wrap a leg around Jean-Paul's waist and pull him in, and Logan presses up against him, hot in his belly and groaning with want.
Logan kisses him long and slow, and shivers when it breaks and he's left panting against Jean-Paul's mouth. ]
You said, [ another kiss, a soft suck to Jean-Paul's lip ] said you wanted to spoil me.
[ The smile he wears turns teasing, Logan's thumb and index rubbing the point of Jean-Paul's ear between them, and his words come in a purr. ] Does fucking me count?
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He kisses until his mouth feels bruised, until Logan pulls back. Jean-Paul's eyes are half-lidded and smouldering, his breath coming in shallow pants as Logan continues to play with his ear.]
Logan. [His voice is firm, even if he's still breathing hard.] I will fuck you any way you want me to. Any. Way. You could ask me to put on a goddamn french maid's costume and nail you to the tune of "be our guest" and right now I'd comply.
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Think I just want you to finger me before you fuck me. [ The way he tucks some stray hair over Jean-Paul's ear is sweet, reverent, but his other hand goes shamelessly into his bedside drawer to tug the lube in there out. He deposits this nicely onto Jean-Paul's chest, then pats it once with his hand. ] You can do that, [ he kisses his cheek, whispering lowly ] right?
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Jean-Paul looks down at the bottle on his chest, then flicks his gaze back up. He smirks, eyebrows lifting.]
I can do that. [He is very clearly trying not to laugh.] But we should probably get undressed first, non?
...do it slowly?
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His shirt's already mostly undone, so it takes close to no effort to unbutton it all the way, but rather than shrug it off with the same ease as his hoodie, he gives Jean-Paul a disbelieving look anyway.
And then he brings one hand up to push its opposite sleeve down, slow and careful and exposing the curve of his bicep. Mirroring this on the other side, Logan's left with both sleeves at his elbows, and he lets them slip away with gravity and the smallest flicks of his wrists. ]
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[And here it is again - that intensity. It's very easy to dismiss Jean-Paul as cold and unfeeling. But underneath the suits and the perfect hair there lives the same passionate soul that has repeated the mantra of "I-want" since his teens.
He watches every move Logan makes with unabashed lust. He watches him, perhaps, like a predator stalking prey.
The second that shirt is off, Jean-Paul strips out of his own. He moves slowly, if only to prove that he has enough self control to manage it.]
The rest.
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It makes Logan's throat dry, but he undoes his belt regardless and lets it fall with a metallic clack to the floor. Then his cargo pants are unfastened, his thumbs hooking over the hem, and he lifts high enough on his knees to pull them down his thighs. He's hard in his underwear, dark fabric stretched tight over his prick, but he leaves it on as he bends instead, forearms keeping him steady and hovering over Jean-Paul's body.
A kiss. ] Think you could pull 'em all the way?
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Jean-Paul nods in response to Logan's question, smirking softly. Then he's sitting up as much as he can, quick as ever, hooking a leg and arm around Logan's body. He rolls, making sure to knock one of Logan's arms out from underneath him so the heavier man can fall to the bed. Places neatly reversed, Jean-Paul is suddenly at the foot of the bed, yanking Logan's pants off and tossing them to the floor. He pauses, unbuttoning his trousers.]
You are really gorgeous, did you know that?
[He slithers out of his pants, revealing black briefs. Jean-Paul moves up, sitting on Logan's legs. He runs his hands up his thighs, over his hips and abdomen.]
Look at this. Perfect. And all mine to play wit'.
[He leans down to kiss Logan's mouth, smiling.]
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Mm. [ Leaning back lazily, his thumb stroking the firm line of Jean-Paul's abs, he brings his hand up to trace the weight of his cock in his underwear, and then a little higher to find the elastic and pull before it snaps back to Jean-Paul's skin. ] I'd compliment you, but your ego doesn't need it.
[ Logan certainly needs to swallow the saliva that builds in his mouth, however. Jean-Paul's scent is enough to get him whining, but he certainly loves to look and touch just as much. ]
Remember what you said-- [ Another gulp. ] Somethin' about fucking in a forest?
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Play IS hot. [He flexes his legs, solely to show off the muscle Logan is stroking. When his waistband is snapped he merely lifts an eyebrow.]
Everyone likes compliments.
[He stretches deliberately, pulling his body taut.]
Ouais. I meant it. [Jean-Paul looks down at him, glittering and dangerous.] Did you wanna go now?
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Just. Made me think about positions. [ He swallows again, unsure where the hell all this drool is coming from (it's the smell, maybe; the pheromones sinking into him, making it hard for his brain to work more than the bare minimum). ] The way animals...
[ Deciding it's probably best not to continue, Logan brings both hands up Jean-Paul's torso, tracing skin and musculature and feeling how warm, how alive he is. ] If you bite the back of my neck I go boneless.
It's a-- a part of me likes it. It's crazy, but it works every time.
And I want it. [ Plain and simple. ] Later, when it's almost over, because it shuts me down, pure fucking mindless bliss and everything.
[ Cupping either side of Jean-Paul's jaw, he looks up at him with a half-amused grin. ] And-- mm. [ A resigned, yet happy noise. ] Shit. You're gorgeous, darlin'.
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Pure mindless bliss, hn? Ouais. I would like to give that to you. Very much.
[The grin, the hands at his face - and they are soft hands, contrary to what people assume - and most of all the darlin'... Jean-Paul melts again. The desire is still there, but for the moment some of the fierce "I'll fuck you into the mattress" energy is tempered by how completely happy he looks.]
Merci.
[He leans diwn to kiss Logan's mouth again. His hands roam, fingernails skating over the expanse of Logan's chest. One clever set of fingers stops to play with Logan's nipple, plucking and circling gently.]
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Nnh, [ he whines lowly, though it's swiftly replaced with the rumbling purr still in his chest and jaw ] don't tease, Johnny.
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It's called foreplay. [But he leans down to kiss him again, deep and with a little more heat. He backs off once more and searches the bed for the bottle that had of course fallen off during their wrestling. He finds it, sets it close by, and slides off of Logan with real regret.
He runs his hands up Logan's thighs, moving them to the waistband of his underpants. He tugs them down slowly, watching, biting his lower lip.]
You'll tell me how you like it, non?
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[ His hips lift slightly to accommodate the slide of his underwear, cock thick and hard as it curves towards his belly. Logan would feel ridiculous if he had the sense of mind for anything except how much he wants Jean-Paul to be close to him again. ]
...like "faster", "harder"? [ Jesus. ]
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He looks up at Logan when he speaks... and then laughs.]
Ouais, Logan. Like "harder" or "faster" or "more like that" or "kiss me while you do it."
[He takes hold of Logan's cock and strokes it slowly.]
I like knowing what you want.
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I want you. [ Out of context it's cheesy, but Logan tends not to think more than that-- and couldn't now, the muscles of his thighs drawn tight as he thrusts up and sighs. The friction's amazing on its own, unbearably slow as Jean-Paul moves, and Logan's stomach twists and tightens in turn-- hot, an ache in his gut. ]
Nngh...
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[Jean-Paul's hand moves up and down, pausing to reach lower and fondle Logan's balls. He watches the other man's face, smirking softly at the reactions.]
Pull your knees up. [A soft, velvety murmur. His free hand finds that bottle again, flipping up the lid. He takes his hand away for a moment to squirt lubricant onto it, then returns to slowly but firmly working Logan's cock. The new slickness of his hand makes it easier.]
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Logan's noisy at least in terms of quantity, making soft sounds each time Jean-Paul's fist slides up towards the head and pulls his foreskin back down; the muscles of his ass go tight, too, each time he rolls his hips up. The lube is noisy, slippery between his prick and the steady slide of Jean-Paul's palm and fingers, and Logan leaks for it easy, drinking in the attention with fluttering lashes and parted lips. ] Ah, [ his thighs spread apart, the hand on the pillow moving to press the knuckle of his index to his mouth and take the scrape of his teeth ] God, fuck me, come on.
[ Impatient. ]
Don't just [ rrr ] stare.
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[Oh the irony of the source. Jean-Paul still manages to sound amused - he's turned on, yes, but he's also just having a really good time and it shows.
He had to take his hand away for the briefest half second to coat his other fingers in lube, but it's back before a human would notice. Slowly he runs his fingers between Logan's asscheeks, circling before probing gently at his hole. He slides a finger in and out, still slow, while still jerking his cock.]
Ouais?
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Come here. [ Oh, God, his eyes close briefly at a particularly good rub in him, back arching off the mattress, and when they flutter open again his muscles relax once more.
The foot on the mattress slips, making it so Logan's thighs fall open just a bit wider. Rolling his hips up into Jean-Paul's fist and down onto his finger, he sighs, shivering again. ] Can't reach you...
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He presses again, feeling the tight heat that Logan is offering up so wantonly. His fingers find a rhythm, slow at first, but speeding up as Logan's hips move. He tears his mouth away only for a moment.]
Ouais?
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Ouais. [ He doesn't even think to say it any other way than how Jean-Paul says it, kissing him again as one arm hooks over his shoulder. Those fingers rubbing up inside him, pressing deep, make it impossible for Logan to keep quiet, his breathing light and shivering as his free hand reaches between them to stroke down Jean-Paul's chest and reach over his abdomen.
Voice soft, lips softer, Logan whispers, ] Your fingers're so long...
[ And he leaks for it, wet at the tip, flushed on his cheeks and his neck and the tops of his chest. Logan presses a kiss to Jean-Paul's jaw, to the curve of his neck, and huffs warm breath in a soft moan over his skin as he squeezes around him.
Jean-Paul wanted him to speak to him, and Logan does so in a murmur. ] Tu me rends fou, Jean-Paul. [ You drive me crazy.
And then he kisses him on the mouth again, chaste if not for the way Logan's front teeth scrape over Jean-Paul's bottom lip, innocent if not for the way he rocks down onto his fingers and shivers at the friction. ]
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He can feel Logan's cock leaking, feel his muscles tense. Lust rolls off of him in waves, impossible to deny. He groans, soft but still so hungry.
He keeps his fingers moving, rocking in and out.]
Logan. This is important, mon cher amour. [He kisses along his jaw, mouthing the spot below his ear.] Do we need protection? Or is that... not necessary, wit' your healing factor?
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i need you to know i now feel inexplicable attachment to matt bomer whenever i see him
Awwwe <3
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i'm totally down for ftb if you'd rather o7
I'm cool either way. These two are the worst and I love em
IIIII LOOOOVE GARBAAAAAAGE
WE ARE TRASH
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"go, go, i cannot look at you" is so powerful i'm
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theyre so cute ok sobs
painfully so!
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