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Very little about Logan's entrance surprises Kurt. Not the firewood, the bare feet, even the casual borrowing of his mug of chicory coffee -- a habit he's trying out for Rogue's sake -- is reassuringly familiar. He barely glances up from the book he's reading throughout this little performance, not expecting the next words out of his partner's mouth.

Glancing up, he blinks once or twice, working out what exactly Logan is referring to. "My.. wait, he does? What exactly have you told him?"

He passes the taste of that drink over his tongue a couple of times, looking like he's trying to suss out something kind of familiar about that woody sort of taste. "What's that? Chicory?" he asks, putting the mug back and his hands on Kurt's shoulder's instead. His fingers instantly enamoured with the angles of the other man's frame.

"Hn, not much I don't think," the thoughtful narrowing of his eyes indicates a fogginess of detail that perhaps his best recollection is not to be terribly well trusted. "He tied me up a bit one time. Nothin' fancy. We talked about kinbari. Think I mentioned you were good at it. Then just the other day he told me he wanted to watch. Sounds a little... unsure about anything more than watching. For now. But I told him we'd give him a front row seat some time. If you're not opposed."

"Ja, Rogue ordered it when we met up, I wanted to see if I could remember if I liked it or not." Kurt is distracted from that thought almost immediately by the fingers mapping out the muscles in his shoulders. He makes a soft, pleased noise in the back of his throat, closing his book; between the various arrivals and the increase in violence around the town, the tension of the last couple of weeks has been ratcheting up in his spine like rocks stacked on top of each other.

Still, Logan's words are enough to keep him grounded for a moment or two. His tail twists thoughtfully around the back of his chair.

"Of course I'm not opposed." A lover of any audience, there's a lot for him to enjoy in that thought. "But what skills are you expecting me to display, liebling?"

"Don't matter me to me, darlin'. You wanna tie me in knots for him, you know I'd never tell you no." If the way Kurt softens under his hands wasn't enough to light something warm in the center of his chest, the sound he makes is. His grip rolls more firmly over those shoulders, quietly pleased with himself just for being able to inspire a little honest relaxation.

"If you want me to bind you right down to the tail and give him a lesson in knots while I'm at it, I'm game for that too," he smirks to himself at the thought, whether or not Kurt can see him from where he sits.

As Logan's fingertips push into the knots of his muscles, Kurt lets his head drop forward with a low groan and loses any remaining pretence of being distracted.

"That," he breathes, "actually sounds very good right now. All I want to do these days is get out of my head for a while." Discovering, almost accidentally, that allowing Logan to practice his knotwork is just as effective as a good session in the Danger Room for re-centring him in his body has been one of the things that keeps drawing Kurt back to the concept.

"Then the only skill you need to worry about is bein' patient, darlin'," he smiles running a hand up the back of the younger man's neck, into the loose waves of his hair.

"I only got utility rope on hand. It'll work in a pinch, but if you want somethin' softer, you lemme know. I'll make a trip into town." Leaning over Kurt as the man sags towards the table he drags his teeth gently over the edge of Kurt's ear before he speaks. "S'there a tie you got a preference for? Maybe strung up or strapped down, or just wrapped up. What's gonna do it for you, babe?"

Kurt doesn't bother to try to hide the shiver that runs over him as Logan drags his fingers and then his teeth over him. Nobody else knows how to capture him so thoroughly as Logan does -- in more ways than one.

"Hm," he muses wordlessly. "Do you remember we talked about doing something with suspension, upside down?" Making good use of his ability to spend practically as long as he wants in that position has been a much debated point of discussion on this subject. Kurt lifts his head slightly to look at the ceiling. "That might be fun."

"Oh, so there is a talent you been lookin' to show off," he teases, looming over Kurt when he tilts his chin up to the ceiling and stealing a kiss when the opportunity presents.

"I'd be honoured to turn you upside down, darlin'. If you don't mind my using Johnnie as another pair of hands. I know yer a pro, but I don't wanna scare him out of ever askin' again." The way he chuckles is a sure sign his so called concern is something of an exaggeration. Jean-Paul is no prude after all. "I think if we have a couple drinks and I show him a couple ties, he'll be as ready to strap you up as I will."

Licking the taste of chicory off his lips, Kurt turns slightly in his chair to be able to look at Logan more easily. Idly, he reaches up to run his fingertips over the buttons on the older man's shirt.

"Ja, that's fine. I'm sure he'll be a natural, he's good with his hands." He grins. "And then I can show him how to capture and tie up a wild Wolverine."

Ringing those shoulders again, his laugh rumbles like a little growl in Kurt's ear. "Don't count your chickens there, Wagner. If you have that kinda energy when I'm done with you, I'll be disappointed in myself," he warns.

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