[ 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...
I did. [ He squeezes where he's gripping, slides his fist down to the base of Jean-Paul's prick to hold him steady. ] I do.
What I don't like is people cooin' over how cute I am.
[ His hand stops moving, but only so he can lower his hips-- Jean-Paul's tip against his wet hole.
Logan's lips part in a pleased, sighing yes as he's breached, and then sinks lower and lower, hands finding purchase on Jean-Paul's belly to accommodate the way Logan's knees move apart the more he squeezes around him.
He really is wet, as indicated. But he's tight once more, like they hadn't just done this minutes ago. ]
Nnh. [ He tucks his chin against his chest, shivering as he rolls his hips, curls his nails into Jean-Paul's skin. ] God--
We're not cute. Neither of... us. [He cuts himself off by biting his lip as Logan sinks down onto him.] Is cute. Oh.
[Jean-Paul wraps his arms around Logan, pulling himself close. He wants - needs - as much skin to skin contact as he can get. His hips rise to meet Logan when his hips fall, counterpoint rhythm beating out a steady pulse.]
Mais, non. Not cute. Just. Ah. [He digs his own nails into Logan's back.]
Ffffuck yourself, ah. Please, just use me. Ouais. [His mouth finds Logan's neck and he sucks the skin, mauling it with no fear of leaving a mark.]
[ Nails in his skin have him growling, hips bucking hard in a loud smack of their skin. Jean-Paul's teeth and lips are hot over his neck, wet, and Logan shuts his eyes against them as his fingers curl in his hair.
The control necessary to keep himself from falling, hundreds of pounds of adamantium and all, is almost painful to employ. But Logan rides Jean-Paul all the same, breaths hot and short and moaning in their ohs. His other hand meets its partner, stroking and curling lightly into Jean-Paul's hair, then scritches down the curve of his skull as Logan pulls away just enough to press their foreheads together, each whine he makes filling the space between them.
His fingers cup either side of Jean-Paul's jaw before he kisses him hard on the mouth, lips parted and hips rocking faster, a little more out of rhythm, a little more hurried in his need.
His own cock rubs up into Jean-Paul's stomach, precome wet on his skin, and as he tilts his hips and Jean-Paul hits him just right, there's a flinch and a cry before Logan does it again, again, again, tight and slick and perfect.
Use him, Jean-Paul said. So Logan does so shamelessly, hands moving to press into his chest as he fucks himself hard onto his cock, his head dropping back and his whines rising higher and higher. ]
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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?
i'm totally down for ftb if you'd rather o7
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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[He shivers all over when his ear is touched, his mouth opening in a sigh as his eyes flutter closed.]
Non? I didn't know if... I dunno. You wanted people to know.
[Jean-Paul's hips rise again, mindless and primal.]
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What I don't like is people cooin' over how cute I am.
[ His hand stops moving, but only so he can lower his hips-- Jean-Paul's tip against his wet hole.
Logan's lips part in a pleased, sighing yes as he's breached, and then sinks lower and lower, hands finding purchase on Jean-Paul's belly to accommodate the way Logan's knees move apart the more he squeezes around him.
He really is wet, as indicated. But he's tight once more, like they hadn't just done this minutes ago. ]
Nnh. [ He tucks his chin against his chest, shivering as he rolls his hips, curls his nails into Jean-Paul's skin. ] God--
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[Jean-Paul wraps his arms around Logan, pulling himself close. He wants - needs - as much skin to skin contact as he can get. His hips rise to meet Logan when his hips fall, counterpoint rhythm beating out a steady pulse.]
Mais, non. Not cute. Just. Ah. [He digs his own nails into Logan's back.]
Ffffuck yourself, ah. Please, just use me. Ouais. [His mouth finds Logan's neck and he sucks the skin, mauling it with no fear of leaving a mark.]
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The control necessary to keep himself from falling, hundreds of pounds of adamantium and all, is almost painful to employ. But Logan rides Jean-Paul all the same, breaths hot and short and moaning in their ohs. His other hand meets its partner, stroking and curling lightly into Jean-Paul's hair, then scritches down the curve of his skull as Logan pulls away just enough to press their foreheads together, each whine he makes filling the space between them.
His fingers cup either side of Jean-Paul's jaw before he kisses him hard on the mouth, lips parted and hips rocking faster, a little more out of rhythm, a little more hurried in his need.
His own cock rubs up into Jean-Paul's stomach, precome wet on his skin, and as he tilts his hips and Jean-Paul hits him just right, there's a flinch and a cry before Logan does it again, again, again, tight and slick and perfect.
Use him, Jean-Paul said. So Logan does so shamelessly, hands moving to press into his chest as he fucks himself hard onto his cock, his head dropping back and his whines rising higher and higher. ]
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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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