The absence of Logan's leaning weight between his legs, the pulse and pressure of him inside Kurt's body, is almost as difficult to endure as the teasing had been. It's almost enough to make him want to shrug off Logan's command and follow him out into the kitchen, continuing things against the counter or the floor instead of the warm bed. Almost.
Thankfully, Kurt has learned to savour anticipation as well as gratification, and the way that Logan leaves him, sprawled and needy and on display, one foot crooked against the edge of the mattress and the other skimming over the floor, makes the savouring of it sweet indeed. So he stays like that, obedient as any student, arms up over his head as he listens to the dim roar of the rain and the thunder of his own heartbeat that seems just as loud as the storm. The bed is much more comfortable than the floor of the Danger Room or the training mats at the circus, but he knows this feeling just as well. Cast adrift, floating free but fully present in his body, his thoughts brief scraps of things that don't linger long enough to trouble him. Instead he focuses on the dampness in the fur low on his belly, the tight hot need between his legs, the pleasant ache of lightly used muscles and the cool floorboards under his toes. He drags the tip of his tail down over his chest and wonders if Logan's stipulations about touching himself only cover his hands.
Between the noise of the weather outside and the tidal surges of his own breathing, as well as the man's own proficiency in stealth, Kurt can't quite hear Logan move through the cabin. He does, however, catch the startled noise as Wrench, presumably, becomes quickly acquainted with that particular ability, and grins up at the shadowed ceiling.
Still, it seems as though Wrench isn't particularly put off by being snuck up on by the Wolverine, because his yelp of fear is quickly followed by the thud of his footsteps moving towards the bedroom. Kurt catches his lower lip against his sharp teeth, the speed of his breathing and heart-rate increasing as he realises he's being approached. He remains true to his word, however, and doesn't so much as twitch until Wrench's weight is tipping the mattress down and his breath is hot in the fur of his throat. Kurt groans at the touch, unable to help himself, turning his head and opening his eyes to catch the movements of Wrench's hands between them.
Did you like it? He asks, as if he can't feel the evidence of how much he liked it against his hip or indeed hadn't spent the last few minutes listening to his appreciative feedback. His tail is more direct as it slips down the man's body, winding a slow coil around his length and stroking upwards.
cw: nsfw
Thankfully, Kurt has learned to savour anticipation as well as gratification, and the way that Logan leaves him, sprawled and needy and on display, one foot crooked against the edge of the mattress and the other skimming over the floor, makes the savouring of it sweet indeed. So he stays like that, obedient as any student, arms up over his head as he listens to the dim roar of the rain and the thunder of his own heartbeat that seems just as loud as the storm. The bed is much more comfortable than the floor of the Danger Room or the training mats at the circus, but he knows this feeling just as well. Cast adrift, floating free but fully present in his body, his thoughts brief scraps of things that don't linger long enough to trouble him. Instead he focuses on the dampness in the fur low on his belly, the tight hot need between his legs, the pleasant ache of lightly used muscles and the cool floorboards under his toes. He drags the tip of his tail down over his chest and wonders if Logan's stipulations about touching himself only cover his hands.
Between the noise of the weather outside and the tidal surges of his own breathing, as well as the man's own proficiency in stealth, Kurt can't quite hear Logan move through the cabin. He does, however, catch the startled noise as Wrench, presumably, becomes quickly acquainted with that particular ability, and grins up at the shadowed ceiling.
Still, it seems as though Wrench isn't particularly put off by being snuck up on by the Wolverine, because his yelp of fear is quickly followed by the thud of his footsteps moving towards the bedroom. Kurt catches his lower lip against his sharp teeth, the speed of his breathing and heart-rate increasing as he realises he's being approached. He remains true to his word, however, and doesn't so much as twitch until Wrench's weight is tipping the mattress down and his breath is hot in the fur of his throat. Kurt groans at the touch, unable to help himself, turning his head and opening his eyes to catch the movements of Wrench's hands between them.
Did you like it? He asks, as if he can't feel the evidence of how much he liked it against his hip or indeed hadn't spent the last few minutes listening to his appreciative feedback. His tail is more direct as it slips down the man's body, winding a slow coil around his length and stroking upwards.