[ even as charles has no idea what he's doing, there's no fear mixed with his unsteady anticipation. he has nothing but solid trust for logan, something that's been a rare phenomenon of late. he was stupid enough to believe that maybe he could believe that erik would help them and he's still smarting over having been so wrong about that one.
knowing he can trust logan fills him a flush of warmth and affection both, flooding through his smaller frame as logan's weight settles heavily over top of him. the sounds charles is making aren't anything he'd claim as his own, soft and hungry and desperate, his hands running down over logan's shoulders, then raking light up his back with his nails. ]
Logan.
[ there goes his shirt. the way he says his name should make it obvious he doesn't have any intentions of telling him to stop. he nudges his knee against logan's thigh, pushing himself tentatively up against his mouth in encouragement. he knows from the bright mixture of pain and pleasure both that blooms at his collar bone that it's going to bruise, but he couldn't care less. ]
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knowing he can trust logan fills him a flush of warmth and affection both, flooding through his smaller frame as logan's weight settles heavily over top of him. the sounds charles is making aren't anything he'd claim as his own, soft and hungry and desperate, his hands running down over logan's shoulders, then raking light up his back with his nails. ]
Logan.
[ there goes his shirt. the way he says his name should make it obvious he doesn't have any intentions of telling him to stop. he nudges his knee against logan's thigh, pushing himself tentatively up against his mouth in encouragement. he knows from the bright mixture of pain and pleasure both that blooms at his collar bone that it's going to bruise, but he couldn't care less. ]