Logan's never fully understood Kurt's desire to be the focal point. The object of such scrutiny and attention, but he takes plenty of joy in giving over that focus when it makes Kurt writhe like he does now.
With one arm crossing Kurt's chest like a strap, he holds their bodies flush together. The other hand tugs gently on a fistful of hair, coaxing his chin towards the ceiling so the view from over his shoulder is nothing but taut, chiseled angles from his Adam's apple to his collar bone, all the way down to his stuttering hips.
At first he takes his time. A deep and deliberate rolling his hips against Kurt's backside just to enjoy the view from up here. Watching Kurt's fingers curl involuntarily around a handful of Wes' oatmeal blond hair. The way his stomach inflates with quick puffs of breath when the younger man devours him. The way he tightens his thighs when the younger man teases him and rewards his patience by drawing him in.
He groans against Kurt's neck and drags his teeth gently over that pointed ear. "you're so damn thirsty," he growls only to catch the sight of Wes' interested eyes looking up to follow the minor movement of his lips. He drags a finger down Kurt's throat to his sternum. Signing his intention on the other man's body.
That broken string of half requests feels like a thought shattered by the tectonic shift threatening to quake his entire body. It begins in his hips. His tail seems to tighten around Logan's leg and Logan holds him tighter as the younger man shivers against his chest. Splaying his heavy hand low across Kurt's stomach as he starts bucking sporadically towards the mouth that finishes him.
"Fuck..." he growls, biting the shoulder just below his chin. He doesn't bother holding out. Instead of conjuring up the willpower to wait, he leans into it. Letting the way Kurt's body tightens around him be the catalyst for his own shuddering end.
Taking a moment to collect himself, his own breath feels hot and damp in the crook of that fuzzy neck. When his eyes open, Wes is sitting back on his heels and Logan looks down at him until he catches his gaze. Your turn.
cw: nsfw
With one arm crossing Kurt's chest like a strap, he holds their bodies flush together. The other hand tugs gently on a fistful of hair, coaxing his chin towards the ceiling so the view from over his shoulder is nothing but taut, chiseled angles from his Adam's apple to his collar bone, all the way down to his stuttering hips.
At first he takes his time. A deep and deliberate rolling his hips against Kurt's backside just to enjoy the view from up here. Watching Kurt's fingers curl involuntarily around a handful of Wes' oatmeal blond hair. The way his stomach inflates with quick puffs of breath when the younger man devours him. The way he tightens his thighs when the younger man teases him and rewards his patience by drawing him in.
He groans against Kurt's neck and drags his teeth gently over that pointed ear. "you're so damn thirsty," he growls only to catch the sight of Wes' interested eyes looking up to follow the minor movement of his lips. He drags a finger down Kurt's throat to his sternum. Signing his intention on the other man's body.
That broken string of half requests feels like a thought shattered by the tectonic shift threatening to quake his entire body. It begins in his hips. His tail seems to tighten around Logan's leg and Logan holds him tighter as the younger man shivers against his chest. Splaying his heavy hand low across Kurt's stomach as he starts bucking sporadically towards the mouth that finishes him.
"Fuck..." he growls, biting the shoulder just below his chin. He doesn't bother holding out. Instead of conjuring up the willpower to wait, he leans into it. Letting the way Kurt's body tightens around him be the catalyst for his own shuddering end.
Taking a moment to collect himself, his own breath feels hot and damp in the crook of that fuzzy neck. When his eyes open, Wes is sitting back on his heels and Logan looks down at him until he catches his gaze. Your turn.