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“You want to sleep with my wife.” Scott was usually the most obvious and oh so straight forward person, Logan knew. Not to mention, oh so honourable. It was exhausting.
“Your wife, you, probably every mutant with at least some piece of ass.” He had enough of this bullshit. Next thing Scott might challenge him for a duel or something.
“Me?” It was hard to tell with his eyes invisible, but something was going on in mister model citizen's head.
Logan shrugged, chewing on the stump of the cigarillo that had long gone out. “Do I look particularly picky to you?” He smiled, just knowing what Scott would see. It wasn't even that bad. The clothes were clean, thanks to the good care in Professor X little academy and for once they were all the right way around. But for Scott the cigarillo was an insult and the stubble probably close to high treason. Not to mention the feet on the table.
Logan took them down now and inched closer, pretty sure that would scare Scott off. He had no patience for his shit. “So?”
Alas, Mr. Perfect wasn't even homophobic. He stood his ground and looked Logan up and down. “I on the other hand am.”
“Is that a no?” Logan was about to put an end to the whole conversation, when Scott's hand shot up and kept him in place.
“You are no match for me.”
“Ain't I?” Logan grinned provocatively. He pretty much lost it, though, when Scott fucking summers wiped the grin from his face with a swipe of his lips and tongue.
“You aren't.” For the first time in basically ever he looked like an actual person and not like the statue of upstanding lawfulness. “I'll show you.”
This was how it started, and half an hour later, Logan wasn't quite as comfortable as he thought he would be. Scott had tied him up in a standing position, because “we both know how you can be”. He was confident that he could slice through the ropes, but that was practically admitting defeat, and he would not have that.
Besides, the ropes weren't the problem, quite the contrary really, he could drop into them and they would carry his weight. The problem was something else entirely. It was Scott, smug as a cat in the pantry, sitting on a chair comfortably and inspecting his mid-region.
It had started harmless enough, honestly, he had not even fully undressed Logan, teasing that the jeans might not come off, because given how often he wore them, they were likely webbed with the hair on his legs. But he had unpacked Logan's cock, and weighed it approvingly.
That should not have made Logan any proud, he liked to imagine that Scott packed not even half of that, but it still felt good.
It also felt good when Scott slowly started to work him, bringing him to full size. He wasn't going particularly hard, and even Scott could do better than that, so it was likely on purpose. Taking things slow and all that drizzle. As if Logan needed to be wooed.
But he had underestimated him, and that had come as quite the unpleasant surprise. When he was fully hard, Scott had smirked and told him: “I won't let you come before you beg for it.” He had raised a brow too, challenging and very, very annoying.
“Sure,” Logan had snarled, not even halfway believing that it would come to that.
That was of course before Scott had produced a thin, structured rod out of nowhere and held it before his eyes. “Ever been sounded?”
Logan had not, and he had had no idea, what it would be like. He was forced to watch how Scott slowly, ever so slowly threaded it into his cock, very carefully holding him still and keeping him from hurting. At first it was merely strange, but the longer it went on, the weirder it got, and the more Logan wished it would hurt. It never did.
When Scott felt it was sufficiently deep, he also found some binds, thick leather straps, he used to tie up Logan's cock, so tight that again, it just almost hurt. He grinned, fully grinned like a Cheshire cat, when he came to the last ingredient in his raging cocktail of impossibility. A Vibrator.
Logan had assumed he didn't even know what that was, but he was sorely mistaken. It was small, surely only there for the effect and not for the penetration, and to add insult to injury, pink. Bright fucking pink.
Scott was fully focused when he turned it on. He chuckled when Logan flinched at the sudden noise, and then touched the rod with it.
It was like nothing Logan had ever felt, and he had quite the experience. It was not... unpleasant, not painful, not... bad, nothing like that. It was just.... too much all at once, and it was only the start.
That had been half an hour ago and by now Logan was drenched from sweat. His head hung and he felt so raw, so sensitive. He watched how Scott worked himself, slowly, savouring the moment, and bloody hoped this would end, or at least that Scott would stop teasing him.
But just when he started to get hold of himself again, Scott pushed the wretched thing back against the rod and made it vibrate again, giving him another jolt of intense pleasure and unbearable arousal. “Ready to beg yet? Or shall I stop? Just... untie you and leave it at that?”
Logan swore, and that he had learned from the best, soldiers, sailors, woodcutters.
“Like that you'll never get off.” Scott both was and wasn't just like always in private. “First some manners.”
Logan just groaned.