[ 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?
[ It's a funny sound, moaning and laughing all at once, but the question startles him with a fondness he's not exactly used to feeling. Oh my God. And even that exclamation is breathy, shivers over his skin as he brings his hand up to card his fingers through his hair. ]
We, nnh-- [ Jean-Paul's lips and his fingers are going to kill him, and while he's not proud of it, he knows that he could come just like this: with Jean-Paul and his scent close, with his lips over his skin, with his fingers working him open. ] Don't need it.
Please [ turning his head, Logan bites at Jean-Paul's lower lip, scraping front teeth gently over pink skin ] tell me you're thinkin' of marking me.
[Jean-Paul hums when Logan lightly bites his lip. He smiles a little, then chases his mouth for a kiss. Breaking it, he softly nuzzles his neck.]
I want to give you what you want.
[He nips sharply at Logan's pulse, then pulls back a bit as he slows and removes his hands.]
Need to be behind you. Please, however you wish that to happen, get comfy. [He slips back so he can finally take off his briefs. While Logan shifts to whatever position he wants - and Jean-Paul is very curious about what the choice is going to be - he squirts more lube onto his hands before stroking himself, eyes half closed.]
Mhn. Ah. [He's leaking already, desperately hard. He opens his eyes to watch Logan.]
[ He can't help it-- he watches Jean-Paul's fist over his own cock for a just a moment, his belly tight as he swallows the excess drool in his mouth, and then he finds himself moving back into the position he'd found.
Instinct would've been all fours. Instinct would've been a bent back and spread legs, presenting like the animal wants him to, the proverbial tail curled towards his spine.
But Jean-Paul isn't an animal, and Logan thinks that at least for the first time he's inside him tonight, maybe he deserves something-- flashier, for lack of a better term. Something like Logan's hand up against the wall, his knees spread on the mattress, his back arched forward and his hips pushed back in offering.
The other hand moves, but that's only to take Jean-Paul's free one and guide it to rest on his hip. ]
Hold tight. [ He exhales softly. ] ...fuck me slow.
[Months ago, when asked "hey, is Wolverine hot?" Jean-Paul probably would have shrugged and said, yes, he's very physically fit, but all superheroes are. He's surrounded by muscular men every day and it's a bit like sexy wallpaper most of the time.
He'd slap his past self, now, for not recognising how blind he was.]
Logan, you're perfect.
[Jean-Paul moves closer still. He feathers kisses across his shoulders and back as the hand on Logan's hip tightens. Slow. He can do slow.
Jean-Paul presses tight, using his hand to guide himself against and then with agonising slowness inside Logan. He puts his face against Logan's neck, biting his lower lip.
Forward. Deeper.
He wraps his arm around Logan's waist, other hand still on his hip. He sheathes himself completely and just stays a moment, breathing open-mouthed against Logan's flesh.
Jean-Paul rocks his hips back, then forward once more. It's a slow pace, but he withdraws quite far before sliding back in as deep as before.]
Ah. So tight. Oh, Logan.
[He wants more, but he only allows his hips to speed up a little.]
[ It's been too damn long since he'd had someone inside him. Too damn long since he had someone he trusted enough to sleep with, and then had someone willing to hold him the way Jean-Paul does now. Each wash of warm breath over his skin, each sweet slide of his bare cock in and out of him-- everything has Logan gasping, the hand on the wall curling in and his nails scraping lightly over it.
Jean-Paul says his name and Logan's lip quivers, and he lets him find his pace as his healing factor starts to relent enough, find enough exception, for Jean-Paul's prick to move smoothly in and out of him. Logan's still tight, of course-- that's not going to change-- but he brings his hips forward as Jean-Paul moves back, and then changes direction to get his ass smacking lightly against the other's pelvis, over and over.
Logan can feel the strength of Jean-Paul's control in every thrust, every breath whispered into his skin. It has him bringing one arm up to reach and brush his fingers through his hair. Logan whines with every thrust, squeezes greedily whenever he feels Jean-Paul move away, but his fingers are affectionate as they trace his skull. ]
Ye-es. [ A higher sigh as his cock slides in just right... and slides out in that same angle, and back again to make Logan cry and shudder for him, throbbing where his cock bobs between them.
But he doesn't need to be touched, evident as his words go breathy, fluttering. ] Yes yes yes, Jean-Paul, ah-- [ His head presses to his forearm, mouth slack as he groans and rocks his whole body. ] Fuck me like that, God...
[ Jean-Paul's cock presses into him, against him, and he huffs and whines and knows he already wants to come. ]
Nngh. You can move [ the hand in Jean-Paul's hair tugs just slightly, Logan's hips bucking once in stupid, stupid impatience ] m-move more. Please.
You just feel--... [ His hole squeezes around Jean-Paul's prick, heart aching at the answering throb, and his cock leaks steady from his tip to the pillows below. ] Amazing, nnh, fuck me-- fuck me please, please.
[Jean-Paul is gasping already, in the high, uneven way he normally associates with overwhelming emotion. He can't seem to get a handle on it, not with Logan bucking against him and touching his hair and telling him to fuck him more.
He can't think to speak in English. He just mutters Logan's name as his mind is submerged in simple, animal lust. His hips grind and rock, his prick burying itself in hot flesh over and over. This is fucking, and it's short and savage and perfect.
He wraps a hand around Logan's cock and pumps it, mouth finding the back of his neck to bite. He wants him to come, wants to feel that loss of control.]
[ Just as he said it would, the bite makes Logan lose what shreds of his mind were left. From that focal point on his neck everything spreads outward, nerves firing and skin popping into goosebumps and Logan's arm slipping down the wall as his brain shuts down. At this point he's held up by Jean-Paul's arms and his own forehead pressed to the surface of it, body bouncing forward in quick jolts with every slam of Jean-Paul's hips against him.
Logan whimpers, broken; he can barely muster the control necessary to ride his cock, breathless voice going higher and higher pitched the closer he gets. It's a mess of vowels and some approximation of Jean-Paul's name, Logan's muscles strung tighter and tighter, and it doesn't take much more until his voice disappears entirely in a gasp and he comes hard.
He spills in Jean-Paul's fist, spills over the sheets as his hips buck and squirm, and Logan's eyes squeeze tight as his mouth stays slack. His already weak body gets weaker, practically melting, and his hole grips nice and tight around Jean-Paul's prick both as he thrusts up into him and pulls back out. ]
Ah, [ it comes out like a sob, happy and stupid ] yes, yes...
[When Logan comes, Jean-Paul almost yelps at the reaction. Just hearing him, seeing him, feeling him... It's too much.
He manages a few more uncontrolled thrusts into him, but then his own orgasm hits him like a bullet to his spine. He spasms, holding Logan tight. Tighter. Head on his shoulder, mouth moving mindlessly.
Eventually he comes back to himself, sliding out and back and actually falling to one side, almost off the bed.]
Ostie...
[He catches himself, then shifts and sits, pulling Logan back and into his arms. He kisses his his face all over, tenderly.]
Logan. Oh, Logan that... It's never been like that, never.
[ Logan shudders, warm and full and sensitive with the way his scent's mixed irrevocably with Jean-Paul's. It's... incredible, is what it is, leaving him with shivering breaths as he gulps each mouthful of air greedily.
Then it becomes safe, feeling arms around him and lips on his cheek, his nose, his eyelids. Logan's heart is still thudding a quick, brutal rhythm in his chest, but Jean-Paul's voice is soft, and his scent is sweet as much as it is deliriously like sex, and Logan's eyes open properly once he's finished speaking.
There is still that sense of feeling like he'd just woken up, the spot he'd been bitten in tingling with sensation even though the mark itself's disappeared. Logan's arm moves sluggishly, but he finds Jean-Paul's cheek anyway, stroking it as he kisses him soft on the mouth.
It's soft, but it isn't chaste. Logan kisses dirty as much as he kisses sweet. ]
Good? [ His thumb strokes the high rise of a cheekbone. ]
[The kiss is unexpected, and leaves him breathless. He smiles, feeling dizzy.]
Ouais. I mean... I haven't come inside someone for years. And more than that I just... Logan, I mean it. I don't think it's ever been like that, wit' anyone. And I've fucked a lot.
[ How is he supposed to react to something like that?
He'll smile back like a big, stupid fool, obviously. (And purr a bit, with the petting.) ]
I'm the best there is at what I do... [ And though he starts out teasing, the touch of his forehead against Jean-Paul's own and the soft brush of their noses is as serious as anything could be. ] ...but it was new for me, too.
And I. [ A small laugh. ] Mm... I'm gonna smell like you for a good while.
Ain't no competition. [ Though that's more because Logan doesn't pay anyone any attention, anyway. He hums, pressing his lips to Jean-Paul's neck, nipping lightly at it. ]
And I dunno what people assume. [ Because he doesn't pay that any attention, either. ] Guess my answer to that's "one". [ Since Jean-Paul just admitted to it and all. ]
Hn. Shows how much I know, I guess. I dunno, I probably overthink. I've been 'the gay one' a long time so I guess I'm always sort of image conscious evern if I don't care.
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Mm. Ain't so bad. [ He settles with his cheek on Jean-Paul's shoulder again, eyes warm as a hand strokes along his side. ] Something something nature of man.
But. [ Logan kisses the dome of his shoulder. ] Doesn't matter to me how many looks I get so long's one of them's yours.
[ Logan laughs, but he doesn't mind. On the contrary, it's him who pushes at Jean-Paul's hip enough to get him lying back, his knees at either side of him as Logan gets up on them again, back arched lightly and his lips pulled into amusement. ]
I'm already slick. [ As evidenced by the come that trickles down his thigh-- a mess that Logan wears with something close to pride, hips lowering just enough to grind over Jean-Paul's prick.
He kisses him again, chaste. ] Be a shame to let it go to waste.
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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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We, nnh-- [ Jean-Paul's lips and his fingers are going to kill him, and while he's not proud of it, he knows that he could come just like this: with Jean-Paul and his scent close, with his lips over his skin, with his fingers working him open. ] Don't need it.
Please [ turning his head, Logan bites at Jean-Paul's lower lip, scraping front teeth gently over pink skin ] tell me you're thinkin' of marking me.
[ Not the most elegant phrasing, but... ]
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I want to give you what you want.
[He nips sharply at Logan's pulse, then pulls back a bit as he slows and removes his hands.]
Need to be behind you. Please, however you wish that to happen, get comfy. [He slips back so he can finally take off his briefs. While Logan shifts to whatever position he wants - and Jean-Paul is very curious about what the choice is going to be - he squirts more lube onto his hands before stroking himself, eyes half closed.]
Mhn. Ah. [He's leaking already, desperately hard. He opens his eyes to watch Logan.]
Ouais?
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Instinct would've been all fours. Instinct would've been a bent back and spread legs, presenting like the animal wants him to, the proverbial tail curled towards his spine.
But Jean-Paul isn't an animal, and Logan thinks that at least for the first time he's inside him tonight, maybe he deserves something-- flashier, for lack of a better term. Something like Logan's hand up against the wall, his knees spread on the mattress, his back arched forward and his hips pushed back in offering.
The other hand moves, but that's only to take Jean-Paul's free one and guide it to rest on his hip. ]
Hold tight. [ He exhales softly. ] ...fuck me slow.
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He'd slap his past self, now, for not recognising how blind he was.]
Logan, you're perfect.
[Jean-Paul moves closer still. He feathers kisses across his shoulders and back as the hand on Logan's hip tightens. Slow. He can do slow.
Jean-Paul presses tight, using his hand to guide himself against and then with agonising slowness inside Logan. He puts his face against Logan's neck, biting his lower lip.
Forward. Deeper.
He wraps his arm around Logan's waist, other hand still on his hip. He sheathes himself completely and just stays a moment, breathing open-mouthed against Logan's flesh.
Jean-Paul rocks his hips back, then forward once more. It's a slow pace, but he withdraws quite far before sliding back in as deep as before.]
Ah. So tight. Oh, Logan.
[He wants more, but he only allows his hips to speed up a little.]
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Jean-Paul says his name and Logan's lip quivers, and he lets him find his pace as his healing factor starts to relent enough, find enough exception, for Jean-Paul's prick to move smoothly in and out of him. Logan's still tight, of course-- that's not going to change-- but he brings his hips forward as Jean-Paul moves back, and then changes direction to get his ass smacking lightly against the other's pelvis, over and over.
Logan can feel the strength of Jean-Paul's control in every thrust, every breath whispered into his skin. It has him bringing one arm up to reach and brush his fingers through his hair. Logan whines with every thrust, squeezes greedily whenever he feels Jean-Paul move away, but his fingers are affectionate as they trace his skull. ]
Ye-es. [ A higher sigh as his cock slides in just right... and slides out in that same angle, and back again to make Logan cry and shudder for him, throbbing where his cock bobs between them.
But he doesn't need to be touched, evident as his words go breathy, fluttering. ] Yes yes yes, Jean-Paul, ah-- [ His head presses to his forearm, mouth slack as he groans and rocks his whole body. ] Fuck me like that, God...
[ Jean-Paul's cock presses into him, against him, and he huffs and whines and knows he already wants to come. ]
Nngh. You can move [ the hand in Jean-Paul's hair tugs just slightly, Logan's hips bucking once in stupid, stupid impatience ] m-move more. Please.
You just feel--... [ His hole squeezes around Jean-Paul's prick, heart aching at the answering throb, and his cock leaks steady from his tip to the pillows below. ] Amazing, nnh, fuck me-- fuck me please, please.
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He can't think to speak in English. He just mutters Logan's name as his mind is submerged in simple, animal lust. His hips grind and rock, his prick burying itself in hot flesh over and over. This is fucking, and it's short and savage and perfect.
He wraps a hand around Logan's cock and pumps it, mouth finding the back of his neck to bite. He wants him to come, wants to feel that loss of control.]
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Logan whimpers, broken; he can barely muster the control necessary to ride his cock, breathless voice going higher and higher pitched the closer he gets. It's a mess of vowels and some approximation of Jean-Paul's name, Logan's muscles strung tighter and tighter, and it doesn't take much more until his voice disappears entirely in a gasp and he comes hard.
He spills in Jean-Paul's fist, spills over the sheets as his hips buck and squirm, and Logan's eyes squeeze tight as his mouth stays slack. His already weak body gets weaker, practically melting, and his hole grips nice and tight around Jean-Paul's prick both as he thrusts up into him and pulls back out. ]
Ah, [ it comes out like a sob, happy and stupid ] yes, yes...
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He manages a few more uncontrolled thrusts into him, but then his own orgasm hits him like a bullet to his spine. He spasms, holding Logan tight. Tighter. Head on his shoulder, mouth moving mindlessly.
Eventually he comes back to himself, sliding out and back and actually falling to one side, almost off the bed.]
Ostie...
[He catches himself, then shifts and sits, pulling Logan back and into his arms. He kisses his his face all over, tenderly.]
Logan. Oh, Logan that... It's never been like that, never.
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Then it becomes safe, feeling arms around him and lips on his cheek, his nose, his eyelids. Logan's heart is still thudding a quick, brutal rhythm in his chest, but Jean-Paul's voice is soft, and his scent is sweet as much as it is deliriously like sex, and Logan's eyes open properly once he's finished speaking.
There is still that sense of feeling like he'd just woken up, the spot he'd been bitten in tingling with sensation even though the mark itself's disappeared. Logan's arm moves sluggishly, but he finds Jean-Paul's cheek anyway, stroking it as he kisses him soft on the mouth.
It's soft, but it isn't chaste. Logan kisses dirty as much as he kisses sweet. ]
Good? [ His thumb strokes the high rise of a cheekbone. ]
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Ouais. I mean... I haven't come inside someone for years. And more than that I just... Logan, I mean it. I don't think it's ever been like that, wit' anyone. And I've fucked a lot.
[More kisses as he strokes Logan's hair.]
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He'll smile back like a big, stupid fool, obviously. (And purr a bit, with the petting.) ]
I'm the best there is at what I do... [ And though he starts out teasing, the touch of his forehead against Jean-Paul's own and the soft brush of their noses is as serious as anything could be. ] ...but it was new for me, too.
And I. [ A small laugh. ] Mm... I'm gonna smell like you for a good while.
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Ouais, you sure are. Chrisse, Logan. Okay, honest question: how many people have just assumed you're this butch top? I mean, I did, until Montreal.
Good. Keep all the competition away. [A squeeze.] Mine.
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And I dunno what people assume. [ Because he doesn't pay that any attention, either. ] Guess my answer to that's "one". [ Since Jean-Paul just admitted to it and all. ]
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Hn. Shows how much I know, I guess. I dunno, I probably overthink. I've been 'the gay one' a long time so I guess I'm always sort of image conscious evern if I don't care.
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But. [ Logan kisses the dome of his shoulder. ] Doesn't matter to me how many looks I get so long's one of them's yours.
Awwwe <3
Oh, it is, trust me. I creep on you.
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Then Jean-Paul gets a kiss. ]
You can watch whenever you want.
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You're just really handsome.
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An' you're mine. [ Bite. ]
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[He squirms.] Ouais.
Okay, should we clean up or ruin the sheets more?
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I'm already slick. [ As evidenced by the come that trickles down his thigh-- a mess that Logan wears with something close to pride, hips lowering just enough to grind over Jean-Paul's prick.
He kisses him again, chaste. ] Be a shame to let it go to waste.
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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