[In stark contrast to Charles' lingering hesitation, the inhibitions and uncertainties Logan had been feeling earlier were gone. Forgotten. Like a switch that was either flicked on or off.
It was hard to separate what personality traits might stem from his mutation and what were just him, but the single minded primal drive, much like the blind rage that always threatened to swallow him whole during fights, had to stem from that. Despite feeling overwhelmed with the raw need to touch, and to cover Charles with his scent, claim him, he was still positioning himself to give the younger man a path of escape. He's still expecting at any moment that the telepath will come to his senses and shove him away. It wouldn't change much, they'd just go back to pretending there wasn't the slightest hint of attraction between them. It'd be easy.
He slides his hand up Charles' back, fingers fanned to trail over as much skin as he could, bunching the fabric of his shirt up with it. The press of the other man's lips is building a pleasant buzz, he wants to move down his jaw, to his neck, taste it all, but breaking the kiss and freeing Charles' mouth meant offering him an opportunity to tell Logan to stop. He just didn't feel confident enough to risk it. Not yet.
Instead, he leans into his touch, silently encouraging Charles to continue while drawing him closer.]
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It was hard to separate what personality traits might stem from his mutation and what were just him, but the single minded primal drive, much like the blind rage that always threatened to swallow him whole during fights, had to stem from that. Despite feeling overwhelmed with the raw need to touch, and to cover Charles with his scent, claim him, he was still positioning himself to give the younger man a path of escape. He's still expecting at any moment that the telepath will come to his senses and shove him away. It wouldn't change much, they'd just go back to pretending there wasn't the slightest hint of attraction between them. It'd be easy.
He slides his hand up Charles' back, fingers fanned to trail over as much skin as he could, bunching the fabric of his shirt up with it. The press of the other man's lips is building a pleasant buzz, he wants to move down his jaw, to his neck, taste it all, but breaking the kiss and freeing Charles' mouth meant offering him an opportunity to tell Logan to stop. He just didn't feel confident enough to risk it. Not yet.
Instead, he leans into his touch, silently encouraging Charles to continue while drawing him closer.]