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themselves together on an overly flushed, sweaty face; “Damn it, Scott—” A final warning before a thick warmth is sent spreading down the back of Summers’ throat.

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Warnings are no use; if nothing more than a courtesy.. Logan folded forwards from that countertop, this time giving Scott a not so subtle push the opposite way— further against him, burying himself in that warmth fully, gagging or no. A harsh grunting passes his lips, brows knitting

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In this instance, where he was buried in Scott Summers warm and wet throat, he was a very weak man. It was clumsy, messy, and Scott in no way was capable of taking more than a couple inches .. and somehow it was working almost too well. “I told ya—”

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Another push at the other mutants head, a tad harsher this time, albeit doing nothing more than burying fingers into brown locks than truly prying him off; fully capable of doing so. Logan was plenty strong and durable— Except in this instance.

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“Ya’ stupid fuckin—!” Swears were sputtered in hissed breaths and groans, teeth clenching, jaw tightening— a feeble attempt to keep quiet despite what he currently was dealing with. A warning not heeded whatsoever; almost as if Scott took it as a challenge.

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sounds catching in his throat; warmth bubbling between his hips.. Certainly not a good sign— Or the opposite. “..Al.. Alright— Lay off—” Another attempted warning, this time of impending.. A hand moved to push, albeit careful, at Scotts head; a feable and half-hearted attempt to pry him off.

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Maybe he really WAS getting too old for all of this. The small of his back pressed further and further into that countertop; any further gripping at it would surely crack it, something he attempted to be mindful of. Logan's chest heaved,

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in his plans. Not tonight— Well, neither was any of this really… There was still that daze of utter disbelief of it all. From just wanting to grab something to drink— to his jeans pulled down past his hips and a certain leader of the x-men between his legs.

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Clumsy, unrefined, and in no way skillful. It wasn’t as if Logan expected anything else, though thankful for Scott being mindful of his teeth.. healing factor or no; that hurt all the same. “Careful—” An attempted warning in hissed breath, choking Scott was NOT

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He didnt know anymore, thoughts running slow and muddied, pulse pounding in his ears. Logan was entirely too focused on the face between his legs, biting back huffs and groans. Composure was not his strong suit; something he was desperately attempting to hold onto— and just as quickly failing to.

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Logan shifted somewhat; widening his stance. Reactions were muffled; attempting to not make too much noise in that kitchen.. out of all the things too difficult to explain; getting head from Cyclops would be at the top. Though, maybe that was the exciting part?

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“Shit— Yer’ really inta’ this huh?” A teasing tone, despite being in a genuine sense of surprise amidst the groans coming from his mouth. Logan leaned against that countertop; letting it be an anchor for himself— grounding himself there. Scott was very much in fact between his legs..

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..Go figure; the guy with a mutation that affects his vision was into eye contact, who would have guessed that? Logan wasn’t one to shy away from it however, keeping that gaze as he glanced down, still holding some sense of disbelief of it all.

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he did not sign up for this evening “Damn it Summers—” The words are hissed out with an almost pained breath, “Get on with it then,”

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one— absolutely not a single soul was around. Logan's pulse felt like it was in a frenzy, pounding in his ears, breath heavy and growing ragged; pounding.. elsewhere. It wasn’t embarrassment or abashment that seeped into his eyes; rather a growing desperation

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“Didn’t agree ta’ that at all—” And yet no attempt to do otherwise or refuse was made.. Heat swelling between his hips and lower abdomen, pooling down to thighs in almost unbearable measures. Brows knitted together in flushed expression, a glance around in frantic assurance that no

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“Shit—” Expletives come in hushed groans behind gritted teeth, white knuckling the countertop behind him in half asses composure. All those pleadings and yet doing it regardless— what was the point in even asking?! Of course Logan could pry him off with ease should he truly want to..

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the way. ".. Alright, knock it off— Quit messin' 'round and get up.. ya' ain't ever touched a man before, dont go chokin—" A sudden, harsh swallow as the words cut off. Was the room hot? It felt like he was suddenly melting.

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it was in disbelief watching Scott Summers sink to his knees; going full steam ahead, intent on servicing in the middle of the kitchen.. That heat pooled in the pit of his stomach; an unmistakable twitching against that mouth. Words became.. difficult, almost suffocating to get out all

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against the countertop. ".. N-Now we both know that ain't what I meant.." A shudder rolls down his spine, elicited from the wet warmth replacing the friction of his hand. Scott was hard to look at — Not for any reasonings of disgust or irritation or the usual reasons when they argued.. Rather

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"Just checkin'? Yer' an idiot." Theres a groan of satisfaction once Scott resumes the pace of his hand.. only to give a grumble once it ceases once more. Off and on; be fair Sc—! Logan gives a sudden jolt as Scott sinks down unexpectedly, nestled between his knees; hands moving to brace behind him

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couldn't quite reach up there.. "..Actually.. lean down, ima' hit ya'."

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benefit..? If I didn't want yer' spit in my mouth or handlin' my dick ya' would have new holes in ya' or a black eye." ..That was.. Sort of an answer? In the best Wolverine fashion he could muster. Logan would headbutt him if it wasn't for the unique situation he was standing in.. only because he

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force more friction as he rolls his hips, desperation filling the pit of his stomach and swelling down between his hips.. an annoying heat, and unfortunately too intentional. Annoyance is paused if only briefly at the pleading, brows knitting once more. "An' who says 'm doin' it just for yer'

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tight grip at Scott's waist, almost in warning to stop the teasing.. But no, the bending over comment wasn't an invitation— at least not at the present moment.. "Yer' sayin' it like yer' not interested in me runnin' my mouth— yer' running yer's plenty, bitin' too." A groaning; an attempt to

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The deliberate change of pace brought a twinge of aggravation to his flushed features, brows twinging. A truly unfortunate side effect of Scotts unique vision.. being unable to see the changing of shades across the otherwise grumpy face. Still cocky yes, but an annoyance seeped in; hands giving a

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What was it called? Being a hands-free teacher? Or maybe it was hands-on? Regardless, that cocky grin remained painted on his flushed face; almost relishing in just how needy and desperate Scott was to get his hands all over him.

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Even with the visor, the hungry staring was all too obvious. As for the bending comment.. that was for a later discussion; best to not be TOO impulsive in the moment. “ ‘m still here but yer’ the one with yer hand in my pants doin’ all the work, pretty boy..”

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“Look who’s talkin’.. all I offered was a kiss— but ‘m bettin’ ya’ would bend me over this counter if gave ya’ the greenlight..” Still there indeed. Did Scott expect him to turn tail or push him off? He wasn’t incapable— in fact, maybe it was a testament to let the fellow mutant loom over him.

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excuse yer’ goin with? Yer’ stinkin’ like sex an’ sweat already..” A moan passed Logans lips as slick friction and the cool night air met the hardened shaft. Hips moving to roll up against the hand, the pace Scott was moving much too slow for his liking.

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Any number of excuses and yet Scott persisted. No rather, not just persisted but 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥. The only prompting Logan gave was considering a kiss; a kiss to find out if those thoughts translated to physical as well— and they clearly did. An un-anticipated amount .. “Sure it has, foureyes.. that the

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led to Scott cornering him in the kitchen, looming over, and fully prepared to rub one out.

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Scott didn’t dislike it— the opposite from the looks of it. “Weren’t ya’ callin’ me indecent earlier..?” A jest; poking further at Scott, despite even saying they need to keep it down. But surely, Logan wasn’t decent for being shirtless.. and somehow that

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countertop if he also didn’t need it at this point.. “Need it that bad from just a little kissin’ and touchin’ ? Didn’t think ya’ were that weak, Scotty..” Would he ever be quiet? Most likely not, not in any situation. And, from what he could tell..

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Between the wandering mouth and hands, he wasn’t sure what was typical and what was just Scott going full steam ahead. “— Careful with that..” A breathy chuckle follows suit, hips giving an instinctive roll up into the fingers wrapped sensitive girth. Logan wouldn’t be pressed against a kitchen

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The last thing they needed was a sudden blast going off in the kitchen, Scott's eyes got him into enough of a predicament already tonight. Logan's breath hitched at the touch, fingers digging in at the hold on Scott’s waist. Was he usually this grabby or was that just the desperation?

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himself against Logans hips, building that friction more and more in that sudden desperation. So much for his reputation around the xmen— It wasn't great, but if they knew about the needy noises in his ear.. "Don't tell me yer' gettin' that close already.. thought yer' supposed ta' last longer

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at his skin. Truly unfortunate for that healing factor; the poor leader of the xmen couldn't mark him up in an impulsive night visit. "Didn't take ya' fer' someone so loud durin'.. makes sense with all yer' speeches though.." A snickering, though fully intent on just allowing Scott to rut

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"Nahh.. ya' like hearin' me talk too much, don'tya?" Tone teasing even through what became heavy pants; bare chest rising and falling quickly with each breath. Scott liked hearing him talk, no answer necessary. The motion of his hips was answer enough, let alone the teeth that attempted to mark

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for different reasons, breath heavy and flushed from contact. “Keep it down though’.. Don’t need the whole place findin’ us-- lot’ less easy ta’ explain than just kissin’..”

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hooking fingers to pull them down further off his hips. Not all the way down of course; pantsless in the kitchen was unseemly! But more than enough to expose more of the leader’s excitement. They were closer than their typical ‘training’ sessions; sweat slick and sticking to bare skin

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line even further between them. But that was what Scott was here for right? An insistence on wanting to experience it? Even if that meant under dim lights of the kitchen, humping the same guy he constantly lectured and reprimanded.. Fingers grasped at the hem of Scott’s denim once more; this time

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