[ 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.
I'm cool either way. These two are the worst and I love em
[ Punctuated by the rock of his hips to rub Jean-Paul's cock between his cheeks, Logan's head dipping to nose and kiss at the underside of his jaw. He smells himself on Jean-Paul and knows he wants more-- knows it in the way his own prick stiffens as he rocks forward to rut shamelessly into Jean-Paul's belly. ]
Hn. [ One hand reaching back, Logan fondles Jean-Paul's balls with a light, soft touch. ] An' you bit me.
Folks with a good nose? Yeah. [ He grins, pleased. ] I fuckin' reek of your scent. Really, [ breath ] really [ hums ] makes me hot just thinkin' about it.
[ One hand trails up Jean-Paul's chest and then up his jaw, and then they find the side of his face, the curve and point of his ear, and Logan rubs briefly before giving Jean-Paul his mind back. ]
Mm, [ straightening, gentle fingers wrap around Jean-Paul's cock to jerk it back to full hardness ] not like it's a secret, but...
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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.
i need you to know i now feel inexplicable attachment to matt bomer whenever i see him
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
C'est vrai. I mean... I'm not tired and apparently neither are you...
IIIII LOOOOVE GARBAAAAAAGE
[ Punctuated by the rock of his hips to rub Jean-Paul's cock between his cheeks, Logan's head dipping to nose and kiss at the underside of his jaw. He smells himself on Jean-Paul and knows he wants more-- knows it in the way his own prick stiffens as he rocks forward to rut shamelessly into Jean-Paul's belly. ]
Hn. [ One hand reaching back, Logan fondles Jean-Paul's balls with a light, soft touch. ] An' you bit me.
Means I gotta reek of my mate for days.
WE ARE TRASH
Of course I bit you, you said you liked it! [He wraps his arms around him, cock hardening, making soft pleased noises back in his throat.]
I - mmf - pay attention. [His hands roam up Logan's back, nails scraping lightly. His hips lift slightly.] I told you, I wanna spoil you.
Mate, huh? So... people would notice that?
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[ One hand trails up Jean-Paul's chest and then up his jaw, and then they find the side of his face, the curve and point of his ear, and Logan rubs briefly before giving Jean-Paul his mind back. ]
Mm, [ straightening, gentle fingers wrap around Jean-Paul's cock to jerk it back to full hardness ] not like it's a secret, but...
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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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