Primary Needs

PRIMARY NEEDS

By Rave XTM

Authors note’s: Real men do men :D

“God, Rems”, Logan murmurred into Remy’s ear while racking his fingernails down Remy’s slender, muscular back, just after gently biting his earlobe. He was rewarded with an electrifying moan.

Remy threw his head back, making his long reddish brown hair tickle Logans hands, who were now halfway down his back.
Logan bared his fangs and set them in the smooth skin of Remy’s neck and bit till the point of breaking skin. He growled when he licked up the little blood he drawn, inhaling the intoxicating scent that marked Remy; lust, blood, aftershave, arousal, whiskey and cigarettes.

One hand sneaked behind Remy’s head, fingers tangled into Remy’s velvet like hair, to guide it back up while Logan made his way across the stubble cheek to meet those full lips. The moan vibrating through his lips was sent straight to his throbbing member, pressed closely against Remy’s.

Logan pulled away from the kiss to gain access to Remy’s smooth neck, his favourite spot. Remy moaned when Logan started to ravish his skin again. Logan felt the slender, strong hands on his shoulders tighten their grip, nails digging into his flesh, making Logan groan. He pressed Remy, if possible, closer and felt Remy’s scent once again intoxicate him, making him fly.

Remy slid his hands to the back of Logans head and gently but demanding urging his head back up and captured his mouth with his while he started a lazy rocking rhythm with his hips.

Logan captured two hands full of the hardest, roundest ass he’s ever seen and started grinding his hips against Remy’s in a counter rhythm. He swallowed all Remy’s moans, invading Remy’s mouth, devouring him.

When Remy’s lips finally left Logan’s, he heard his plea. “Logan, please”, he moaned with a thick accent and a hoarse voice while he made an attempt to shift, to take Logans member in his entrance.

Remy lifted his head a little to look at Logan when he didn’t got any respond, other than what they were doing already. His gaze locked with Logan’s beautiful, endless ice blue oceans, darkened with lust and need.

Logan himself was lost in Remy’s red orbs. Red like fire, like blood. The eyes of a devil, the smile of an angel.

Yes, Remy was it all.

And more.

Much more.

His hair tickled Logan’s cheek when he cocked his head slightly, his full, bruised lips slowly forming into a smile.
God how adorable he looked like this. So innocent, so young.

Until Logan met his eyes again, telling so many horrible story’s it almost hurt just looking into them.
Hurt to touch him, hurt to be with him.

Sometimes it even hurt to think of him. But most of all, it hurt that he could do nothing to make the pain go away.

He realized he must have looked upset or angry perhaps, he saw Remy’s smile fade.

“Yer so...” Logan started in a husk voice, realizing he could not ever express all his emotions when he was around the Cajun, let alone he could do it now.

So he just shook his head slightly, closed his eyes and enjoyed Remy’s delighted hands roam over his every inch. Enjoyed Remy’s lips teasing his, giving brief butterfly kisses. Enjoyed his tong softly brush Logans lips for permission to enter.
Logan hissed in pleasure, he wanted him. He needed him. He wanted to devour him, burn him, mark him, make him his.
The butterfly kisses made their way to Logans neck.

“I need y’”, Remy purred into his ear. Logan could feel Remy’s breath damp his cheek a little. It made him shiver.
The way his voice broke, the way he pleaded, the way he touched, the way he kissed was so fucking satisfying, it made Logan unable to respond properly, so he just captured Remy’s lips again, his hands roaming over Remy’s back, traveling further down until they reached their destination. Remy shifted up a little to give Logan better access.
Remy felt Logans fingers tickle his back, caress his cheeks, tease his opening.

Remy hugged himself as close to Logan as he possibly could. His breath hitched when he felt something slick and cold slide into his opening, preparing him. Miraculously without Remy noticing it, he apparently found a bottle of lube. Slowly, he felt Logans finger move in and out, adding a second and a third one. When he felt him brush his prostate, he moaned and tensed a second, but relaxing soon enough to start pushing back against the fingers. When he established a good rhythm, the fingers disappeared. Remy whimpered at the loss. He opened his eyes and tried to focus, catching Logans gaze. Logan tilted his head and Remy bow down, lips crashing together, hands roaming everywhere. Heavy sighs, deep groans and desperate whimpers filled the air around them.

Remy shifted, lift his hips and pushed himself up, using Logans shoulders as support.

Logan heard Remy sigh to relax as he slowly lowered himself onto Logans cock. Logan growled, needing all his self control not to push Remy down so hard he would split him on two.

Remy hissed and continued to lower himself until Logan was in fully. He just sat there, clinging onto Logan, letting himself adjust to Logans size. Adjust to be filled beyond possible and further.

Just being like this made Logan frenzy, he felt he was close to losing control, the animal within him pushing like mad.
‘I can do this’ he kept thinking to himself. ‘I can do this. Just think about Remy. He aint gonna like it when I lose control, I went’ - than in all went blanc.

Remy, gods help him, started moving.

Logan hissed in pure bliss.

Remy moved slow at first, lifting himself up and down Logans member, each time, taking him in completely.
Logan threw his head back and failed to hold an animalistic growl, which Remy felt vibrating through his entire being, sending shivers straight to his cock, making his muscles spasm.

Then, Remy decided to take his chances. He lowered his shields. He knew what would come, he knew what he triggered.

Mind blowing sex.

Animalistic fucking, no holds barred.

He wanted it. He wanted it all. He wanted Wolverine.

And he would get it.

All of it.

Logan’s growl and spasms announced it was to late to crawl back, to get second thoughts, to get cold feet. It terrified him. It made his knees go weak, it was so utterly erotic.

Logan turned his head to face Remy. Bared fangs, heavy breath, a feral glow in his darkened eyes. Only the sight of this made Remy go wild.

Logan felt Remy’s charm wash over him, drowning him, pulling him under, holding him in its endless embrace. Invading his every inch, devouring him, possessing him. Ripping him apart, melting him together.

Everything Logan felt, Remy did to. It literally took his breath away. Unable to use any muscles not connected directly to his private parts, he sunk onto Logans cock forcefully, throwing back his head and screamed. The feeling of a strong hand push him recklessly into the mattress, a hand pulling his hair, digging nails into his flesh nearly took him over the edge.

And all Logan could do was moan and growl, press Remy into the mattress and fuck his brains out, swallow all his whimpers and screams, tearing the younger man underneath him apart, marking him, burning him.

In only took a few rough thrusts for the both of them to reach their climax, riding the waves of pleasure.
Logan crashed next to Remy, panting heavily. A horrible but familiar feeling was creeping up inside; guild. He had crossed the line. He was, once again, not able to control himself the way he should. Especially with people this precious and situations this fragile.

Remy, of course, felt it to, and before he could locate the feeling, he heard Logans gruff voice in his ear.

“Jesus, Rems, I didn’t mean to…”

“I did” Remy responded, cracked his eyes open and turned his head to face Logan. That famous grin appeared on his face.

Logan cocked an eyebrow and snorted, sobering up from the nauseating guild at once. “In that case, have I ever told you all benefits of my healing factor?”

FIN