There's a bittersweet note to every one of Logan's longest lasting relationships. Namely that he's watched his favourite people in the world grow up or grow old faster than him. But when Kurt's whole body twists like that under his touch. When the man lapses into German when he moans, and bows his back and clings to the sheets he's that same incorrigible young man he was the first time Logan held him down like this in some bed at the estate. And rather than mourn the years that have gotten away from them, Logan a swell of joy for all the years he's spent coming to know exactly what makes the man come apart at the seams.

The breathless way Kurt begs him on is almost enough to make him think the younger man wants to finish this. Then that one word changes everything. The hands in his hair and trailing down his neck hold his focus on Kurt's eyes a moment. "Slowly." He growls. It's an agreement and a promise and a mantra with which to steady himself as he presses his weight forward. Slowly means deeply. Deliberately. Intensely. All of which, a man who enjoys his own personal torment could go on doing all night.

His hands slide up between Kurt's back and the bed beneath him. Rocking his hips forward against Kurt's thighs. Pressing in until he can feel the younger man's prick hot and wet between their stomachs and he can't possibly get another closer to the body against him. His substantial weight holds him there a long, languid moment. A moment Logan takes to relish every inch of himself inside him. He opens his eyes to study the subtlest expressions on Kurt's face. Kissing his bottom lip when his mouth opens in a quiet gasp. "slowly..." Logan growls. A gentle threat for Kurt, a reminder for himself.