Logan has patience. His mastery of apathy makes him look calm even in situations that don't call for it at all. Despite the languid way he moves, it doesn't take more than Wes' suggestion to have him nodding and returning to the bed he warmed for them.
He sits at the edge of the mattress and drains the last of his beer. Setting the bottle precariously on the top edge of the headboard. It's just wide enough to set there, but he's being optimistic if he thinks this bed sturdy enough that it will stay.
He watches the way they approach each other a long moment. It's nothing like the way Logan tends to reach for either of them. What's between them seems gentler. More flighty. Moving from one spot to the next like neither can decide what they most want with the other man. Logan tends to know what he wants. At least in such a situation as this. He catches Kurt at the hip and pulls him closer. Dropping a hand to his thigh as if to encourage him there. "sit" he says, an invitation to perch upon him like some kind of arm chair.
It takes a careful moment to settle him there seated firmly against Logan's hips, but when he relaxes, leans back into Logan's chest, the older man leg's his legs fall open in a wide V, parting those legs that straddle his as well. Had at Kurt's hips, he reaches around to stroke him lazily once or twice. As if to serve him up to the tall blond who's eyes follow every movement intensely.
When Wes's touch replaces his own, Logan's hands are free to wander. Coursing up that lithe body, encouraging Kurt's head back against his shoulder so Logan can reach his long neck with his teeth.
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He sits at the edge of the mattress and drains the last of his beer. Setting the bottle precariously on the top edge of the headboard. It's just wide enough to set there, but he's being optimistic if he thinks this bed sturdy enough that it will stay.
He watches the way they approach each other a long moment. It's nothing like the way Logan tends to reach for either of them. What's between them seems gentler. More flighty. Moving from one spot to the next like neither can decide what they most want with the other man. Logan tends to know what he wants. At least in such a situation as this. He catches Kurt at the hip and pulls him closer. Dropping a hand to his thigh as if to encourage him there. "sit" he says, an invitation to perch upon him like some kind of arm chair.
It takes a careful moment to settle him there seated firmly against Logan's hips, but when he relaxes, leans back into Logan's chest, the older man leg's his legs fall open in a wide V, parting those legs that straddle his as well. Had at Kurt's hips, he reaches around to stroke him lazily once or twice. As if to serve him up to the tall blond who's eyes follow every movement intensely.
When Wes's touch replaces his own, Logan's hands are free to wander. Coursing up that lithe body, encouraging Kurt's head back against his shoulder so Logan can reach his long neck with his teeth.