Scogan!

For those of you who thought aceoheartscajun could only do, well, a Cajun, I offer this sample of some of the hottest RP I've ever done: SCOGAN.

For once, I'm not playing Logan. This time I'm Cyclops...well, as I conceive him anyway. I'm sure people will forgive me for not making him an uber-bastich like he can be in the comics.

Enjoy! I certainly did. ^_^

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Ingonyama: SCOTT: "I may have to be your boss, but I don't want to be your alpha."


aceoheartscajun: my!Logan: [He looks into Scott's eyes, knowing the gravitas of what he said. He takes a deep breath.] "Thank you... Scott." [not Scooter. Not Scotty. Not boy scout. Not one eye. Scott.] "I respect ya Scott. Really. Yer competent, don't use us as meat shields, and yer handsome too."

SCOTT: Thanks...*smile* Coming from you that's high praise. You...God, what can I say that hasn't been said? Sexy, arrogant, independent...every time I see that, it... *BLUSH*

LOGAN: [smirks] "Yeah... ya like that I stand up ta you... proof yer a human being, Scott." [he walks right up to Scott, staring the taller man unflinchingly in the eyes. Then, he moves foward and quickly crushes their lips together]

SCOTT: *his eyes widen in surrpise behind the shades, but then he melts into the kiss, his hands feverishly groping every inch of the sexy feral's body they can find. He wants him...this sexy, unashamed rebel...and the need burns in Scott's veins* "God, Logan...give it to me...give me that fire..."

LOGAN: The Canadian smiles at Scott's words. His roughened hands are all over the godlike physique of the team leader. Sculpted muscles are touched and caressed. He licks his lips.
"My pleasure handsome. How d'ya want me ta give it to ya? Wanna suck me off? Have me drain ya dry? Bend me over and fuck me blind? Or have me plow ya real long an slow? Im happy with all of it boy scout. I can take whatever ya dish out."

SCOTT: *drops to his knees...a gesture of respect and admiration, not of submission* "I want to suck you...taste you...and then I want you to fuck me blind, you cocky, sexy bastard. God knows, you deserve it...deserve everything I can give you and then some."

LOGAN: The stocky man growls, not as a gloat... he would find no value in conquering a weak man. Scott was anything but... strong and idealistic. Yeah, having this man's respect... it meant something.
"Fuck yeah hot stuff," he rasped as he undid his jeans. His thick cock was aching for attention.

"Taste me Scott. Ya know ya want it ya hot, strong, smart, fearless fuckin' leader..."

SCOTT: *clutches Logan's denim-clad buttocks as he dives in, his tongue lapping up nand down the length of Logan's shaft and swirling over those delicious, black-furred balls...he's admired him time and again from afar in the shower, and entertained many a lustful thought, buried so deep even Jean can't see them...of doing exactly this. The reality leaves them all in the dust!*

LOGAN: The feral mutant growls as his hips move; his meat slides in and out of Scott's lips.
"Awrgh fuck yeah Scotty, yer so fuckin' good at this. Damn ya know how ta suck cock.."
He grips the back of Cyclops' head as he grunts and roars; his meat deep in the tight, hot throat.

"Dammit Scott... I want ya... yer so fuckin' hot... After this, I'm gonna give it all right back ta ya... suck ya dry then take yer cock in my tight ass... ya know yer worthy of it pal."

SCOTT: *Logan's words push him to new heights of depravity, diving onto the feral's delicious cock like a starving man at Christmas dinner, drinking in Logan's essence as if he would drink the man's independence with his seed. He actually has to come up for air, a couple of times...but not wanting to leave Logan's amazing cock hanging, he licks up and down the length of the hardening shaft, his tongue and breath dancing hotly across the length of flesh. His hands aren't idle, either; nipples are lightly pinched, rubbed, and stimulated into hardness, muscles are felt, buttocks are gripped like a liferaft...Scott almost seems to worship every inch of Logan's body with his hands as he goes down on him*

LOGAN; The Canadian growls and grunts and pants... every sweet spot on his torso is being touched. Fingers are raking through his chest hair; his nipples are diamond hard. And the tongue touches every sensitive spot on his cock... His pulse is driven faster and faster with every second; the familiar tightness builds in his sack.

"FUCK YEAH SCOTT! Aw shit I'm gonna cum soon... don't motherfuckin' stop ya hot sexy bastard.. how tha fuck ya know every spot ta touch.."

He's as good in tha sack is he is on tha job... knows what ta do and don't let anythin' stop him...

SCOTT: *Couldn't stop right now if he wanted...his own primal instincts are being called to by the beautiful creature standing over him, and for once he listens...he's going to fucking do what he wants for a change, be a man and not the dutiful soldier. His oral assault becomes relentless, direct, lips and tongue travelling from shining head to thick base, deep throating Logan as his hands grip the furry, muscular buttocks and clench, the feel of Logan's beautiful ass in his hands going straight to his cock.*

LOGAN: Muscles within his loins spasm as the feral lets out one final roar of completion. Scott... the man that had caused so much goddamn annoyance, had admired him and had looked up to him all this time.. the ego-rush alone was hot. Add the fact Scott himself was just handsome as fuck... and now his tongue, his fingers, his hands digging into Logan's ass... All of it propelled a torrent of seed out of Logan's thick shaft and down Scott's hot throat.

He didn't even yell words. It was just torn up feral growling of... not vengeance... but some deep satisfaction. The feeling of not having yet another foe, that itself was amazing.

SCOTT: *Drinks every drop of seed he recieves, just like he did in those cold, bleak months between the orphanage and Xavier...but this is no dark back alley or seedy motel room, and Logan is no furtive, apathetic john using him for a quick release. No, the sound of Logan reaching climax makes Scott proud of himself, and gratifies him with its glorious, unrefined satiation. The good kind of primal...you're not an animal, not in any way at all. He pulls off Logan with one last, long lick, then gets back to his feet, looking his friend...his headache...his ideal...in the eye. Slowly, he strips, never taking his eyes off Logan, shucking his shirt and jeans and throwing them into opposite corners of the room. With a nonchalant sweep of his arm, he clears off the dest, papers and notes and symbols of Cyclops' responsibilities tumbling to the ground as Scott...naked, unashamed, and ball-breakingly horny...lies on his back on the desk, spreading his legs as he keeps eye contact with his sexy rebel*

LOGAN: The feral smirks and licks his lips. He's disregardin' his work, fuckin' on the desk... he ain't lettin' me fuck him outta guilt or anything either... He's doin' what he wants ta do... He almost felt a twinge of pride.

He prowled right over to Scott. He hardened again in seconds.. but even without the healing factor, Scott was so hot anyone would recuperate quick. Those muscles exposed; glittering with sweat, their glory on display.

He slicked his cock with lube and kept his cobalt stare on the man's shielded eyes. "Damn yer good Scott. Fuckin' good cocksucker... I wanted ya fer a long time.." he didn't say how. Still there were urges about making him pay for... no, those were directed towards Cyclops, not Scott. Not this man of integrity.

"We're both gonna love this Scott.." he growled as he slipped the first of his thick fingers past Scott's tight entrance.

SCOTT: *gasps, his whole body shuddering at the intrusion of Logan's finger. It's a shudder of momentary pain that is eclipsed by the desire he feels for the man in front of him.* Remy's right...he's easy to get addicted to. "God, Logan...I can't wait much longer...want you so badly..." *He already loves what's being done to him, and is desperate for more*

LOGAN: He keeps watch at the man under him. He observes the shudder and knows he needs time. His other hand moves up and down the perfect, utterly model-worthy torso he feels priveliged to be fucking.

"Yer gonna wait a bit Scooter. Don't wanna hurtcha.." not anymore... "Im gonna take my time with ya... make it slow.. make it last."

As he says 'make it last' the second fingertip approaches and merely traces the tight, contricting muscle. As he feels it yield, the slick second digit slides in; precisely and slowly.

SCOTT: *nods imperceptibly, a drop of sweat rolling down his forehead as he feels the second finger push in. It hurts less than the first, but his lust has his chest heaving, panting as if he's run a marathon. He feels like he's going to explode if he doesn't do something...so his hands go back to Logan's body, gripping them in an effort to keep control of the rising tide of sensation welling up inside him.*

LOGAN: The stocky feral drops his voice to a low, soft grumble. "Yeah Scott.... I'm gonna make it real nice... Ya always had a sweet ass.."

The fingers slowly scissor and spread the man open. As he feels Scott's grip he leans down and places a trail of bites, kisses and chews across Scott's neck and shoulder... The strong and sturdy shoulders that carry the weight of far too much.

"Not long now Scott... I'm gonna be buried inside ya real soon... and damn I'm lookin forward to it"

SCOTT: "Yeah, Logan...do it to me...I've seen you looking, I know you want it." *Scott feels himself opened up and moans aloud, long and low. He looks directly at Logan, absolutely transformed by lust...free in a way he's never been before, but bound to the sexy feral by heat and need and desperation...he wants him more than anything in the world right now.* "...Well, it's yours now, you fucking stud...come on, we both need it, you're worthy...Fuck me, Logan."

LOGAN: Now he feels pride. He freed Scott from the stoic prison and had the team leader admit what he wanted. The feral smirks and licks his lips as he removes his fingers.

"Now that's one order I ain't gonna question," he growled as he placed the head of his cock at the entrance to Scott's stretched hole.

Before he slides in he leans down; pressing every inch of his furry, muscular, stout frame against Scott... He wants to feel the man shake and shudder when he enters...

One slow, long movement happens; the Canadian slowly moves his thick shaft into Scott Summers' tight, hot ass. He feels the body under him react as he enters.

"I know I'm worthy... and you are too, Scott."

SCOTT: *lets out a long, drawn-out moan of pure pleasure and passion...Logan did a good job prepping him, and feeling the feral sink inside him is fucking worth it! His body is shuddering and trembling from the heat, his cock rock hard between them. He's been fucked before, but no other man has ever made love to him like this...made him feel wanted for anything but a quick cum. Logan, though...tough, arrogant, independent, sexy Logan...he knows Scott, and wants him for himself. And that is the hottest thing anyone's ever done to him. "Oh God yes...Logan...you feel so damned good in me." Scott's arms and legs wrap around his lover and he kisses him hotly, needfully, as soon as his face is in range. Even the beard-burn from Logan's stubble makes the clean-shaven man tremble in lust...everything Logan is is an insane turn-on for him!*

LOGAN: That moan... hearing that stoic, silent, steady man crumble and tremble and let out a moan of pure and utter unashamed, unregretted, unsuppressed, undenied pleasure. The feral has never loved super-hearing so much. He smells the need and admiration and lust but also something else... it was good though. He was getting through to Scott. Into Scott.

He was buried right to the hilt. Inside his team leader who was now his comrade; his brother in arms, albiet in a different way that Remy is. He felt the devouring need taking him in, wanting him there. His tongue travels up Scott's chest, the drops of sweat gathered in that light sprinkling of hair.

Logan ceases chewing on Scott's neck and goes back to growling in his ear.
"Ya feel so damn good Scott. So tight and warm and yer body's so hard and strong... yer a real hero ya know that? I'm lovin' bein' inside yer ass, so fuckin' good... Damn I'm gonna cum soon ya know.. fuck Scott.."
He begins moving in and out in a slow, deep rhythm

SCOTT: "God, that's good...you're so good...!" Scott aches to be pounded into the desk, to be fucked, hard and passionate and strong, by this amazing man...He feels the tongue and the lips and the teeth...Logan's voice seems to vibrate through him on a cellular level...he writhes under the attentions and cries out aloud, "L-Logan...go harder...I know you can do it...Please!"

LOGAN: "Sure thing hot stuff," he snarls seductively. Quickly, Logan picks up the pace; accellerating smoothly, but to a hard, fast, deep slam-fuck. His hand reaches down and begins stroking the leaking hardness of Scott. He pulls out before plunging back in; sweat drips off of his body onto the man below him.

Logan's breathing becomes faster as he pounds the team leader ever harder. His arms circle the tall Summers tightly; holding the brown-haired mutant close. He doesn't speak. All his effort is focussed on fucking Scott. Not Cyclops. Scott.

SCOTT: "Yes...YES! YES!!!" THIS is what he wanted...what he dreamed about! The strength and ferality of the stud atop him, the full force of his passion, strong and hard and male, fucking him...not like an animal, but on a deeper, human level, letting their lusts take over and giving in to the urges he's always been afraid of...Scott's moaning a constant stream of praise now, things like "so fucking hot," and "YES, you hot rebellious stud!" in between gasps and cries of pleasure as his prostate is barraged by pistoning thrusts. This is his rebellion, his way of telling the Cyclops in him to fuck off and die, by giving pleasure to the one creature it could never control...the one beautiful thing he admires more than any work of art or piece of music in the world. In Logan's fist, he leaks and stiffens, unable to hold back his cries of ecstasy...and unwilling to do so even if he could.*"Logan...oh God, I'm so close...!"

LOGAN: The pressure builds in his cock as he feels every single part of his body heat up. His stability becomes shaky; his body loses coordination. He pounds and thrusts almost animalistically... the animal loving the challenge of someone he's fought with. Now it wasn't fighting against but with him; raging towards that final goal, that climax.

The pheremones that poured off Scott were so intoxicating. The respect, the lust, the admiration. It was all there. And Logan drank it up; being seen not as an abomination against nature but as an ideal brought to life.

In a second swelling moan Logan climaxes. His essence erupts from within him and into the hard muscled physique of Scott Summers.

SCOTT: "LOGAN!!!" *his hips buck uncontrollably under the feral, the two of them thrusting in perfect time, raw and primal and human...each devoted to the other's pleasure as much as their own. Not an animal...no animal could have sex this good! That is the last coherent thought in Scott's mind as Logan starts to moan and growl atop him, pounding into him as he hits his climax, and Scott takes it all in, the sight of Logan's beautiful body shuddering and thrusting in the throees of orgasm etched into his memory. His legs clamp around the feral's waist and he surges upward, kissing Logan passionately as his own orgasm slams into him with the force of his optic blasts, driving a moan/scream of pure ecstasy out of his throat, and into Logan's mouth, as he clutches the stockier man like a drowning man would a life raft. His hips buck uncontrollably between them as his cock swells and stiffens and blasts in Logan's fist, coating both of them in his seed as his slim, muscled body writhes against that of his hero.*

LOGAN: The shorter man accepts the kiss; tongue exploring with and wrestling against that of the team leader. His teeth don't cut the tongue; the tang of copper doesn't emerge. Only the taste, the warmth, the strength of Scott; letting that strength and his own admire each other. The sticky seed on his hand couldn't be wasted... he lifted it to his lips and licked it off.

"Fuck Scott..." He gasps, regaining his composure, "yer a fuckin' awesome lay."

SCOTT: Slumps back on the desk, naked and sweaty and gasping, but glowing with happiness and satiation...and when he looks at Logan, his face is filled with admiration and respect. "You...you're pretty awesome yourself. I can see why Gambit likes it so much." He sits back up and wraps his arms around Logan, pressing their nude bodies together in a naked gesture of friendship and affection. "Thanks, Logan. I mean it."

Remy/Victor/Logan smut RP, part 2

More goodness on the RP-with-aceoheartscajun front. ^_^ I really love doing these scenes; they're so spontaneous and inspiring.

This one was actually an attempt to inspire me to write the smutty part of a Scott/Logan trilogy of fics (which will show up here when they're finished). As much fun as it was, it served more as a distraction than an inspiration. Still, totally worth it. ^_^

Again, aceohearts plays Gambit (obviously), while I play Creed and Logan.

Enjoy!

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Good!Sabes: *pulls Remy in close for a warm, gentle hug...though something stiff is poking at the Cajun's armored abdomen...*

REMY: [Has absolutely no complaints about that at all! He knows how much Victor sufferred and wants to make him feel all better... THIS Victor is a good one] "I believe I owe you somet'ing cher" [smirks]

VICTOR: "No ya don't. I liked doin' it with ya, an' havin' you do it ta me." *smiles* "Now, if yer offerin' it up 'cause you want me t'fuck ya, that's a whole 'nother story."

REMY: "Oui. An' yeah, I wan' you to fuck me. Preferably while I'm fucking Logan. Sound like a good time to you?"

LOGAN: *leans against the bed, already naked, hard, and grinning*

VICTOR: "Lemme think...plow the hottest ass I've seen since that Snake fella an' watch him fuck my best friend? How many different languages I gotta say 'oh fuck yeah' in?"

REMY: [has a big wide cheshire cat smile on his face as he tosses his coat aside and starts unzipping his armor] "As many as you like, cher" [he says that through a smoldering, lustful gaze liberally seasoned with charm power. Then he stalks over to Logan, swagerring like a conqueror, slicking his fingers up with lube]

Remy continues over to Logan and slides a single finger inside him with absolute ease. "Now dis, cher, is gonna be fun"

LOGAN: "Yeah, babe...I'm likin' it already..." *pulls Remy in for a scorching, smoldering kiss as he feels the lubed finger work its way in*

VICTOR: *feels himself swell from the sight of Remy kissing Logan while he preps him. Suddenly his jeans are on the floor, and he's right behind Remy, licking and nibbling at his neck while his hands grab and pull at the Cajun's clothes...trying not to rip or tear, he's not an animal anymore...but his self-control is fading fast!*

REMY: Remy lets his clothes vanish. Let Victor see the hotness! Let him bask in Remy's glory. He chuckled to himself as he slid a second finger into Logan and pointed his ass towards the taller feral.

And he gazed again at Logan... Lustful, eager, grinning with anticipation... So powerful and wild and unashamedly himself.. He's never gonna be conquered... we're de same dat way.. He licks his lips before bringing them down to the furred face of his best friend.

LOGAN: *loves kissing Remy, feeling him against him, inside him...He spreads his legs further apart as he feels Remy prep him further, and just breathes in the spicy scent of his Cajun lover, mixed with the wild, feral musk of his again-friend*

VICTOR: *carefully works a lubed finger into Remy, his free hands grasping and kneading the Acadian's perfectly shaped ass. Shucking his shirt and leaning over, he covers Remy with his body, muscular back to furry chest, and grinds his hips against him, eager and barely-controlled, but patient nonetheless*

REMY: Remy moans at the feel of Victor's blond pelt grinding against his back, and lets out a gasp as the finger slowly enters him.
"Oui Victor... damn you jus' so good at dis" he purrs back at the feral. He pushes himself down onto Vic's thick finger as he works his third finger into Logan.

Remy watches his third finger disappear inside his best friend's tight, hot, muscular ass. He scissors the fingers gently, spreading the Canadian open. He watches the man's expansive chest rise and fall; a sheen of sweat build up on his skin.
"Logan cher... You jus' so damn hot mon ami... i's always heaven being inside you..."

LOGAN: *lets out gasps and guttural moans as he is stretched and spread, his eyes never leaving Remy and Victor. He's not even touching himself and he's already rock hard, just from the sights and sensations* "Yer fuckin' gorgeous...do it t'me, Gumbo...I wanna feel you in me so goddamn bad..."

VICTOR: *gently bites Remy's shoulder again, licking and lapping at the spicy-salty skin there as he works his second finger in* "He's right, LeBeau...yer pretty goddamn hot yerself...when yer ready, gimme a shout...bein' inside you's gonna be worth the wait..."

REMY: Logan's deep eyes are met with his dark, lustful gaze. He wants the short feral, wants him like he has wanted so little else.. the man he can trust, who will watch his back as vigilantly as he watches Logan's. He withdraws the fingers slowly before replacing them with his cock. Moving in is one slow, practiced, measured motion... the perfect start to a long, slow, deep fuck.

Remy purrs at Victor's bite and growls deeply as the second finger enters him. It still blows his mind that the man who was a monster and rapist in his world could be so much more... As Remy is stretched slowly, he rolls his eyes back. The constricting heat around his own shaft would do that normally, but adding Creed to the mix only makes the sensations more intense.
"Oui, mon ami. Dis Cajun's ready for you Victor. Give it to me, you know you wan' me so bad... everyone does."

LOGAN: *lets out a long, drawn-out moan of pleasure as the Cajun pushes into him. His muscles flex and pulse around Remy's cock, and Logan wraps his legs around his waist, panting and sweating in heat as he draws him further in*

VICTOR: *mimics what Remy did to Logan, ever the attentive student to Remy's lessons in how to give mind-blowing pleasure. His own maleness is considerably bigger than Remy's, but with enough lube and patience he knows he can do this and not hurt him. As a result, his cock seems to flow into Remy, pushing agonizingly slowly as he lets out a low, guttural growl of pleasure*

REMY: A low purr escapes from Remy's throat as he feels the shorter feral wrap those thick, hairy legs around his waist and drag him in. The heat inside the man is unbelieveable... Droplets of sweat drip from Remy's stubbled chin as he remains buried inside Logan.

Creed's own manhood slowly filled him to his very limit. The size was unbelieveable; short cries crept from Remy's throat. It was more from the intense pressure than any pain though. The slow stretch had Remy's eyes rolled totally back; all red invisible now.
"Oh mon dieu Victor...." Remy gasps out.

Remy remembered what he said back in his own world. "You a ro''en fuck Creed. A filt'y brute." But none of those applied to this Victor. None of them mattered.

LOGAN: "Damn...god-damn, Rems...ya feel fuckin' incredible inside me..." *Logan needs a miniute to adjust, but only a minute. Then, he kisses Remy again, hotly, needfully, and whispers gutturally into Remy's ear* "Now fuck me, you sexy, cocky rebel."

VICTOR: *once he's all the way in, he holds stock-still, giving Remy time to adjust. His arms go around the naked, lean body and he holds him close, whispering in his ear* You feel so fucking good around me, LeBeau...look so fuckin' hot with your cock in Logan an' mine in you...I wanna fuck you for-fuckin'-ever..."

REMY: The Cajun playfully returns Logan's kiss. A genuine smile of affection is on his face... his hand trails down Logan's woollen torso as he hears that deep, raspy voice demand it. The compliments stoke his ego to a roaring blaze; his smirk resurrects.
"My pleasure, cher"

As Remy withdraws from Logan, he pushes himself back onto Creed's massive manhood. His eyes widen as the feeling of utter fullness. Then he slowly plunges back into Logan. Remy pistons back and forth between the heat around his cock and the massive fullness inside him. Moans, growls and purrs spill from his throat as he does.

"Oh Victor, you jus' so damn big an' thick... you feel damn good inside me mon ami. You big sexy badass kitty-cat, fuck you are so damn hot, you are worthy of me cher.."

LOGAN: *his rock-hard manhood bounces a little with each thrust of Remy's hips, an escalation of gasps and groans escaping his lips every time. Reaching up, he grabs Remy's chest muscles with both hands to brace himself as he rides out his lust, and the lust of his lover and friend, loving every single second of it!*

VICTOR: *lets out a low growl of pleasure as he lets Remy do the work, watching the Cajun's lurid dance of sensuality between him and Logan as he licks and kisses every inch of flesh presented to him, his arms holding Remy tightly between the two ferals. Watching Remy fuck himself on his cock and fuck Logan with the same motion sends Victor into ecstasy, spurts of precum already starting to leak from his cock*

REMY: His own shaft begins to leak as tightness and energy build in the pit of his stomach. The sheer amount of testosterone in the air, yet without any of the violence so many associate with these men... it is an absolute drug. Reality begins to fade; it is merely a haze of sensation and heat and fur and sweat and muscle and need and lust and purrs and growls and panting and... it's just too much.

"Logan, Victor... I'm gonna come soon mes amis..." he pants as he speeds up his pistoning. Plowing into the shorter feral; slamming back onto the larger feral; his hands raking through Logan's chest fur... he won't last long... His hand begins to furiously pump at Logan's aching shaft.*

LOGAN: "Ahh yeah, Remy...do it...fuckin' shoot it inside me...love it when I feel ya...AWWWWWW FUCK!!!!" *A roar of pure passion bursts forth from Logan's throat as his cock swells and blasts in Remy's hand, entire body convulsing from the orgasmic force Remy's visited on him. Body writhing, chest heaving, the Canadian is catapulted into the throes of ecstasy by his Cajun lover, roaring passion and pleasure and defiance the whole way*

VICTOR: *Can't help but pump his hips furiously into Remy as he feels him getting closer and closer, his pleasure spiking upwards as his hands maul the Cajun (figuratively, not literally; he'd sooner cut off his own dick than hurt Remy), fingers dragging along the skin without the slightest touch of a claw. That, however, is the only thing about Victor that's controlled right now, the wild, intense, unbelievable fucking bringing out all his passion, all his desire*

REMY: He can't even keep projecting his ego. He's just totally given in to the heights of mindshattering pleasure. Watching Logan writhe in an ecstasy that rivals anger; the same writhing Logan does when tied up, but in cathartic lust... Feeling those rough hands of Creed grope every part of his long, muscular torso. The heat of Logan and the size of Victor... Remy growled and purred as he climaxed; filling Logan with his essence.

LOGAN: *The blast of Remy's essence inside him, the feeling of his beautiful, sexy, cocky Cajun lover's climax, sends Logan to a whole other level of pleasure. As his own orgasm finishes, he slumps back onto the bed, coated in sweat and glowing with satiation as he grins up at Remy, running an affectionate hand through that auburn hair*

VICTOR: *is the last to hit his climax, grunting and growling his completion inside Remy as he latches onto the Cajun's neck with his lips, gripping him with all his force as he thrusts into him one final time. Spent, he slumps onto Remy's back, kissing every inch of flesh his lips can reach*

REMY: The Acadian just stands there in a mirage of endorphines. Sandwiched between the two ferals and panting with exhaustion; he slowly regains his smirk.
"Im t'inking we all need dis more often..."

LOGAN: *chuckles as he hugs Remy from the front, naked bodies mashing together* "No such thing as enough o'you, Rems."

VICTOR: "Got that right." *embraces the Cajun from behind, nuzzling him gently with a purr of satiation*