"Can I what?" he asks, knowing the answer, and still needling Kurt to say it. He rocks forward again. Slow and deliberate. Enjoying the way the younger man stumbles when reaches for his words around the pleasant pressure Logan fills him with. "Go get him? Tell him to come watch me fuck you?" He bites gently at the leg over his shoulder. "Tell him how to fuck you, while I watch?" The possibilities that come and go from Logan's mind like fleeting glimpses through a window made foggy by the heady humidity in their breath. Maybe Kurt's been specifically waiting for this moment. This opportunity have Logan be the one to extend such an intimate invitation. Maybe he just knows Logan is shameless enough to do it without batting an eye. Whatever the case, he doesn't intend to stand between Kurt and those fantasies that make him the center of attention.
He peels himself off Kurt slowly and carefully, as if moving any faster will provoke some kind of electric shock that threatens to debilitate him. It takes Logan a long moment of steadying his breath before he even trusts his feet to hold him. When he finds the floor under him he takes Kurt behind the knees and drags him across the bed, leaving him there at the edge of the mattress. His hands follow Kurt's flanks up to his arms, stretching Kurt's reach up above his head until Logan can hold the younger man's hands against the sheets. "Stay," he says with a voice so stern it belies the smirk on his face. "No touching. S'not for you," he warns with a kiss and leaves him there. Padding barefoot across the old wooden floor. First to the fridge where he helps himself to a beer. And then turning to look at the man on the sofa with his own dick in hand.
The cap lands in the sink with a clatter and Logan tips it up for a long cool drink. He set the cold glass bottle against his temple a moment. It's not just a refreshing change from the heat between them, it quells the flush on his skin from this low grade fever that comes and goes these days.
For a man as naked and unabashedly hard as he is Logan manages to look unflappably casual. He nods in Wes' direction when those eyes find his in the low light. Don't hurt yourself, he smiles a smug smile. get your pants off. He's waiting for you.
cw: nsfw
He peels himself off Kurt slowly and carefully, as if moving any faster will provoke some kind of electric shock that threatens to debilitate him. It takes Logan a long moment of steadying his breath before he even trusts his feet to hold him. When he finds the floor under him he takes Kurt behind the knees and drags him across the bed, leaving him there at the edge of the mattress. His hands follow Kurt's flanks up to his arms, stretching Kurt's reach up above his head until Logan can hold the younger man's hands against the sheets. "Stay," he says with a voice so stern it belies the smirk on his face. "No touching. S'not for you," he warns with a kiss and leaves him there. Padding barefoot across the old wooden floor. First to the fridge where he helps himself to a beer. And then turning to look at the man on the sofa with his own dick in hand.
The cap lands in the sink with a clatter and Logan tips it up for a long cool drink. He set the cold glass bottle against his temple a moment. It's not just a refreshing change from the heat between them, it quells the flush on his skin from this low grade fever that comes and goes these days.
For a man as naked and unabashedly hard as he is Logan manages to look unflappably casual. He nods in Wes' direction when those eyes find his in the low light. Don't hurt yourself, he smiles a smug smile. get your pants off. He's waiting for you.