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“You okay, meine Liebe?" Kurt asks as Logan steps into his room.
Logan closes the door behind him with a heavy sigh, kicking his shoes off next to where Kurt keeps his own next to the door. “Yeah, just needed a moment,” Logan says, flopping down onto the bed with his arms behind his head. It groans loudly under his weight, and Kurt snickers a bit.
“You’re going to break my bed, felsblock. Careful.” Kurt lays back down beside him, splaying a hand across Logan’s chest. “You sure you are alright?” he asks again, nestling his head on Logan’s shoulder. “Do you have these nightmares often?”
Logan turns toward him a bit, moving his arm out from under himself to wrap under Kurt’s neck. “Yeah. I can’t help it. They just kinda happen. Sorry.”
Kurt smiles, snuggling closer to Logan. “No need to be sorry, meine liebe. It is how it goes.” Kurt perks up slightly, catching a whiff of Logan. “You went to see Morph?”
“No–!” Logan says defensively, sitting up a bit. “I guess they had a nightmare too. They were downstairs at the fireplace. We just talked.” Kurt’s eyes narrow, squinting at Logan as his tail flicks behind him. “I promise. They just sat with me. That’s why you can smell them.”
Kurt’s face softens into a small smirk and he settles back down. “Okay. I mean, it’s not like we are actually dating. You can still have sex with them if you would like. I would just like to know if you decide to do that with them.”
“No, it’s fine,” Logan says with a huff, wrapping his arms around Kurt as he lays back down. “I want–I like this. Us–how we are right now. It’s–comfortable.” Logan shrugs his shoulders. “But if you want to have sex with someone else, I’m also okay with that.” Kurt puts a hand to his chin, thinking as he hums, his tail swaying behind him as he ponders. Logan laughs a bit. “Don’t think so hard about it in front of me,” he says, squeezing Kurt tighter in his arms.
Kurt laughs, pushing at Logan’s chest, but not really trying to get away from him that hard. “I was only kidding! Die Gnade! Gnade, meine Liebe”
They laugh together for a bit, but soon their laughing dies down, being replaced with the soft sound of kissing. Kurt gasps a little as Logan’s hand travels down his side, coming to rest at the top of his hip. “You don’t want to go back to sleep yet?” Kurt asks as he pulls his lips away, propping himself up on his elbow, and staring down at Logan through his hooded eyes.
“Nah,” Logan says, hooking his thumb under the waistband of Kurt’s pajama pants. “How can I sleep when you’re right here in front of me?”
Kurt chuckles. “You are such a flirt, Logan.” Logan just smirks back, shrugging a shoulder. Kurt brings a hand down to rest on Logan’s face, pressing their lips together again. Logan’s hand travels under Kurt’s pants, causing him to gasp into Logan’s mouth, his tongue dancing with Logan’s. Logan grips Kurt’s ass, pulling Kurt toward him. And Kurt listens to Logan’s touch, shifting his leg over Logan’s body so that he can lie on top of him. They both groan as their soft erections press together. Kurt rolls his hips forward, gently grinding down into Logan. Kurt pulls his lips away, sitting up fully on Logan’s lap, continuing to roll his hips down onto Logan as he pulls his shirt off.
Once his shirt is gone, he leans back down to Logan, connecting their lips again. Logan’s hand is still in his pants, fingers gripped tightly around his cheek, rolling it in a circle as they continue to hump into each other. But Logan’s other hand starts to travel, caressing Kurt’s side for a bit, before squeezing itself between their torsos, traveling down to their dicks. Kurt pulls off of Logan again with a gasp as Logan palms at him through his pants, sitting back up.
“How you want to do this?” Kurt asks, now grinding into Logan’s hand.
“I would love whatever you want to give to me, Elf,” Logan replies, smirking up at him.
Kurt splays his hands on Logan’s lower body, pushing his fingers under the hem of Logan’s t-shirt. He pushes it up toward Logan’s chin, exposing Logan’s stomach. Kurt shifts his positioning so he is now sitting on Logan’s upper thighs and bends down, bringing his lips to press into Logan’s neck. Kurt continues to press soft kisses down Logan’s body. Logan groans under his gentle touch, small gasps leaving his lips whenever Kurt’s breath dances on his skin. Kurt stops right below Logan’s belly button, his breath tickling Logan’s happy trail. But then he sits up, smirking down at Logan, his tail waving around rhythmically behind him.
“You’re such a tease,” Logan breathily groans, hiding a slight chuckle behind his arm.
“Mich? I am?” Kurt asks, cocking his head to the side, blinking his bright eyes in the darkness of the room with a confused look on his face. But he can’t keep the smirk away for long. “I kid you,” he says, as the smile creeps back onto his lips. Kurt presses his fingers down onto Logan’s lower stomach, before pulling down on Logan’s sweats. Logan lifts his hips slightly, so Kurt can pull his pants down onto his lower thighs. “Ich liebe diese Aussicht,” Kurt says quietly, letting his eyes take in the entire image of Logan beneath him. Kurt smirks down at Logan’s erection, glistening with precum in the darkness of the room. “So schön.” Kurt shuffles his body down until Logan’s dick is before him He peppers it with soft kisses up his shaft, before giving him a long lick up his length.
When Kurt finally wraps his lips around Logan’s dick, the older man lets out a loud groan, his nails digging into the satin bed sheets. Kurt pulls his mouth off suddenly. “Wage es nicht, meine Bettlaken zu zerreißen, du Vielfraß!”
“Hwha–?” Logan asks, looking down at him confused. Even after all these years of knowing Kurt, he still can’t understand half of the German that he rambles out, especially when he’s angry. “English, please.”
“These are expensive and nice–” Kurt rubs a hand on the bedsheets. “Don’t you dare tear them with your claws!”
Logan can’t stop himself from laughing loudly. “I’ll just buy you new ones if I do,” he finally says, after calming down a bit. Kurt makes a little growl, his tail flicking behind him in annoyance. Logan rolls his eyes, the smirk still present on his face. “I promise.”
“You had better,” Kurt says, his hand tightly squeezing Logan’s dick, causing him to gasp from beneath him. “Or I will tear this off!” It’s a mean-sounding intimidation, but the smirk on his face is more flirtatious than threatening.
“Y-yeah, okay–I get it!” Logan yells. Kurt smirks and begins to stroke Logan again. This time, Logan chooses to dig his nails into his thighs.
“Braver Junge,” Kurt tells him, leaning back down and taking Logan’s cock into his mouth once more. He slowly bobs his head, his sharp canines playfully scratching up and down Logan’s length, causing the man to hiss in excitement. Logan keeps one hand on his thigh but brings the other up to weave his fingers through Kurt’s hair. Kurt flicks his gaze up to Logan, leaning into Logan’s hand. Logan pulls slightly on Kurt’s hair, and the blue mutant moans in response, his eyebrows furrowing as his mouth movements speed up.
Kurt’s tongue circles around the head of Logan’s cock a couple of times before he takes it fully into his mouth, swallowing around his dick. Logan pushes his head back and gasps, the nails of his one hand digging into his thigh and his other grip on Kurt’s hair tightening. Logan can’t stop his hips from rolling up into Kurt’s face, moaning each time the tip of his dick bumps the back of Kurt’s throat. Kurt, in turn, groans onto Logan’s dick, his arms worming underneath Logan’s hips, and his shoulders pressing into Logan’s inner thighs, trying to get the best grip possible as he bobs in tune with Logan’s thrusts, continuing to take him fully.
Logan stills suddenly, his core tightening as he paints Kurt’s throat. Kurt chokes on him, but his tongue continues to lick the underside of Logan’s cock as he comes undone. Once Logan’s body relaxes, and Kurt has swallowed everything down, Kurt pulls off with a loud gasp, trying to catch his breath.
“Mein Gott–” Kurt gasps out, resting his head against the inside of Logan’s thigh. “Thank you for das Essen,” he says with a smirk, turning his head slightly to lick up the sensitive skin on Logan’s thigh. “But I’m still hungry for more.”
Logan smirks down at Kurt, the hand still weaved through his dark hair scratching at Kurt’s scalp. “I think it’s my turn,” Logan says, beckoning Kurt with his free hand. Kurt shifts up onto his knees, his stiff erection bouncing slightly with his movements. Logan props himself up slightly as Kurt shuffles up Logan’s body, using the pillows under his head to help him get the perfect angle. Once at the right height, Kurt kneels over Logan’s upper chest, his dick pressing into Logan’s lips.
With a smirk, Logan wraps his hands around Kurt’s low back, pulling him forward as he opens his mouth. Kurt gasps as Logan leans forward, instantly taking him in full. Kurt leans a palm against the wall for support, while his other hand wraps around the back of Logan’s head. Logan continues to pull on Kurt’s hips, and Kurt listens, bucking forward into Logan’s mouth. Kurt leans his head back, gasping loudly as he begins to pick up speed, fucking Logan’s face.
Kurt’s tail finds Logan’s dick, already hard again, and wraps around it. Logan’s hand reaches up for Kurt’s face and the blue mutant closes his lips around Logan’s middle and pointer fingers, groaning as he covers it in his spit. Logan pulls them back out of Kurt’s mouth when he opens it up with a gasp, bringing it back down to Kurt’s ass and shoving the slicked-up middle digit into him. Kurt moans and rests his forehead onto the wall above where his arm is resting, digging the claws from his other hand into the back of Logan’s head and rolling his hips in rhythm with Logan’s finger thrusts.
“I’m gonna cum!” Kurt shouts, his thrusts becoming sporadic in Logan’s mouth. “Oh, Scheiße–Logan–!” Kurt slams his hips against Logan’s jaw, squeezing his hand tightly on the back of his head and his tail constricting around Logan’s dick as he cums into his mouth. “Oh, Scheiße,” he repeats and pulls his hips back slightly to unpin Logan.
Logan gasps as Kurt's dick slides from his mouth. “I hope you don’t think we’re done yet,” he gruffly says with a smirk as he curls the finger still inside of Kurt’s ass. Kurt groans, bucking his hips slightly as his body jolts forward, his flaccid dick bumping against Logan’s mouth again, where the man brings his tongue out to lick at it.
“Du geiler Bastard,” Kurt breathes out, looking down at Logan with a smirk on his face. “Are you finally going to fuck me?”
“I would love to,” Logan says, smirking back up at him. “But you gotta get offa me first.”
“Danke, Kapitän Obvious,” Kurt replies, flashing his teeth as he laughs a bit. “You act like you can’t just get me off of you, if you wanted to.”
“What, like this–?” Logan lets out a playful growl as he pulls his finger out of Kurt and sits up slightly, lifting Kurt on his own shoulders like the man weighs nothing. Kurt gasps with a curse, tightening his grip on Logan’s head as the man turns him, tossing him onto the bed, his head landing on the pillow that Logan had just been using.
Kurt scowls up at Logan smirks from above him. “You are an absolute Arschlo–” but Kurt is cut off as Logan pushes their lips together. Logan pushes his tongue into Kurt’s mouth and runs his tongue along the ridges on the roof of his mouth. Kurt brings his arms up to wrap around Logan’s shoulders, moaning into his mouth. Logan shifts his knees, spreading Kurt’s own thighs open more, and Kurt lifts his legs up, wrapping them up around Logan’s waist. Logan rolls his hips down into Kurt’s, their erections rubbing against one another.
Logan pulls his mouth away slightly, just enough to speak, but their lips are still touching and hips still rocking. “Lube?” he breathes out.
“Top drawer,” Kurt breathes back. “Back of drawer.”
Logan sits up more, reaching over to fumble with the drawer of Kurt’s nightstand. He pulls it over and smirks. “Blue raspberry flavor?”
Kurt snickers back. “Just in case you wanted a taste.”
Logan rolls his eyes, flipping the bottle open with one hand as he sits back on his heels. “I’d rather just taste you,” he says with a raise of his eyebrow as he sniffs the lube, rolling his eyes at the overly sweet scent. He pours some into his hand and snaps the bottle closed, tossing it beside them on the bed. He breathes onto his hand, trying to warm it up a bit. “Wanna hold these for me?” he asks, tapping his free hand onto one of Kurt’s legs, which are still wrapped around his hips.
“Ja,” Kurt says, moving his legs up and hooking his arms around the backs of his knees. But then with a smirk, he pulls his legs up farther, wrapping them under the backs of his shoulders as he pins his own legs up.
Logan snorts a bit at the blue fuzzy pretzel of a contortionist beneath him. “Show off.” He brings his hand down to Kurt’s entrance, pushing his middle finger inside of him. Kurt moans as Logan slowly fucks him open with his fingers, gasping every time Logan spreads them apart inside of him. Kurt’s tail slides between Logan’s legs, wrapping around his cock. Logan groans as Kurt pumps him.
After a few minutes of no speaking, and Logan just fingering Kurt, already three in at this point, Kurt lets out a loud groan. “Fick mich einfach schon!” Kurt shouts, frustration heavy in his voice.
“Yes?” Logan asks, raising an eyebrow and smirking down at Kurt. He has a vague idea of what Kurt just yelled at him, but teasing him is just so fun, he can’t help it.
“Just fuck me already, du Dummkopf!”
“Good boy,” Logan says with a smirk, shoving his fingers all the way in, up to his knuckles as Kurt moans at the sudden fullness. He thrusts into Kurt a few more times, before pulling his fingers out completely. Kurt uncoils his tail from Logan’s cock, letting the man rub the excess lube from his hand onto it.
Kurt’s tail picks up the bottle from beside them, pushing it into Logan’s chest. Logan smirks. “Thanks.” He takes it from Kurt. “You want me to use a condom?” he asks as he pops it open.
“Nein–I just want you inside of me already!” Kurt groans. “Quit dallying!”
Logan smirks and pours more of the lube into his hand. “Alright, alright,” he says with a small laugh. He quickly coats himself, done messing with Kurt, and just ready to fuck the man senseless.
With one thrust, he plunges himself deep into Kurt, causing the other man to gasp, the moan getting caught in his throat. Logan snaps his hips forward, pushing into Kurt with such force, that the man’s legs start to slip loose from where he has them pinned under his shoulders. Logan grabs Kurt's freed ankles, pulling them up to rest on his shoulders. Logan leans their bodies together, taking Kurt’s face in his hands and pressing his lips into Kurt's. Kurt moans into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Logan’s shoulders, his claws digging into Logan’s upper back.
Logan continues to thrust deep into him, as their tongues dance around in Kurt’s mouth. But Logan pulls his lips away to instead lean into Kurt’s neck, licking up the side of it. Kurt’s fur is short, and Logan loves the way it feels rubbing on his tongue. Kurt moans into Logan’s ear, whispering a bunch of words in German that Logan doesn’t quite catch. Logan grunts, his head throwing back slightly as he feels pressure at the base of his cock. Kurt’s tail is rubbing in the excess lube spilling out of him, collecting it on the tip. Logan then gasps and stills as he feels the tip of Kurt’s tail press against his own hole.
“Is this okay?” Kurt breathes out, a fucked-out wide grin on his face.
“Fuck yeah it is,” Logan replies, smashing their lips back together as he snaps back into Kurt. Kurt’s tail thrusts into him, each time he thrusts out of Kurt, making Logan’s legs shake. Even though Kurt is right in front of him, and he is hilt-deep in him, he finds his mind wandering to Morph. The last time that the two had been together. In the showers, when they took Kurt’s form, and fucked his ass with Kurt’s tail, just like Kurt is doing now.
He tries to shake away the images of Morph in his mind, but they keep popping up. Mostly the very specific expressions that would always surface, regardless of the form that they were taking. How much Logan loved the blown-out, lust-filled gaze that they would flash at him; eyebrows furrowed up, eyes barely open, glistening with tears. The specific way that their mouth would hang open as they panted. How Morph’s own moans would always end up sneaking through whatever facade they had up, and how Logan had come to enjoy hearing their sounds of pleasure more than the forced ones that they used when they took the form of Ororo.
Logan pulls his lips away from Kurt's again to softly bite down in the soft flesh between his neck and collarbone. Kurt gasps, reaching a hand down to grab himself, pumping a few times before he spills onto his stomach with a shuddering gasp. Logan pulls out of Kurt, his head falling back as he cums with a groan, his fluid mixing with Kurt’s on his stomach. Kurt pulls his tail from Logan’s ass, wiping the lube from it onto Logan’s buttcheek.
“You okay, Mein Lieber?” Kurt asks, and Logan looks back down at Kurt, trying to catch his breath.
“Yeah,” he says, flashing a tired smile. “That was great.” Logan slides Kurt’s legs off of his shoulders resting them on the bed. “Let me go grab a towel,” he says, standing from the bed. As he walks away from Kurt, he hears the man whistle. Logan glances over his shoulder with a smirk, to see Kurt wink at him in the darkness. Logan comes back with a towel, moist with warm water.
“Such a gentleman,” Kurt says as Logan wipes him off. It’s a good thing that Kurt’s fur is so short, otherwise it would’ve been a mess to clean up. Though it is longer by his genitals, and leading up to his chest, he still cleans up easily.
“You want to shower?” Logan asks after coming back from the bathroom a second time to dispose of the dirty towel. But Kurt is already softly snoring, curled up on his side with his tail wrapped around his body. Logan smiles and climbs back into the bed behind him. He pulls the blankets up over both of them and snuggles up against Kurt’s back, pushing his face into the soft fur there, and wrapping his arm around Kurt’s waist. As soon as his eyes close, he’s also asleep, breathing softly onto Kurt’s body.