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I feel like I need to remind you that I do shower, like, all the time.

[ even as he says it he's grinning, pleased as he sits back just enough that he can get a good look at logan. enough that he can card his fingers through logan's hair. nick is cagey about sharing, even with all the work he's trying to make to unfurl some of that tightly wound privacy, he's still secretive and tight-lipped, and it doesn't make any sense that he would like the way logan can just sniff out all these details into nick's life, his movements and feelings.

but he does. he likes the way that logan can pull out those names, trace back the route he took from work, sniff out the joy and misery in equal measure. there's a--comfort in it, something he can't explain, and something he doesn't think he'll ever try to. ]

How well does it even work? Can you, like, tell what I was using in the potions this afternoon? Or if I had coffee this morning? [ he smirks, which sort of ruins the faux-coy charade as he lowers his eyes. ] Can you tell how long it's been since I had sex?

[ It's not an easy concept to get used to, so Logan doesn't share all that often unless he has a point to prove. People have been known to get a little freaked out at the idea that he can track them like a bloodhound and figure out what they had for lunch just from taking a breath nearby. But Nick, he can tell he enjoys it, so the grin he gives him is full of satisfaction. ]

All of that and more, darlin'.

[ He reaches down without looking to take hold of Nick's wrist, bringing his hand up so his fingertips touch the end of his own nose. ]

I can tell how long it's been since you jerked off. [ He sticks his tongue out to stroke a hot wet stripe up the middle of Nick's palm, still holding his gaze. ] Where Kyle came the last time he fucked you. [ Another lick. ] I can tell when you want someone to fuck you. I can smell it from across the room. Like burnin' flowers.

You can tell all that, huh? [ nick watches with rapt focus as logan's tongue drags over the skin of his palm, eyes following the wet trail before they flick back to logan's face. his teeth catch on his lower lip and he wiggles his fingers just a little where they're caught in logan's grip. ] What do you think I want now, then?

[ for all he hasn't really been thinking too consciously about how logan's depowered month came with a lot less sex at the time -- there'd been too much to worry about, too much going on with him, with nick, with everything -- nick is really thinking about it now.

he leans in, but he doesn't kiss logan. he just stays close by, a suggestion of a tease as he draws just near enough that he can feel logan's breath against his face. ]

Tell me what I want, Logan.

[ It's exactly the right kind of response to make Logan want to snap his teeth and drag Nick down to the floor with him, which is one of the reasons he likes him. The grin that slides across his expression has a lot of points in it. He slides his hand up over Nick's fingers, closing a tight hold around his wrist instead.

His voice drops down to a low growl, pitched almost at a whisper. ]

I can tell you want it hard. Until you're shakin' and whining for more. I can tell you ain't had it that hard for days and now you're achin' for it, you want bruises on your hips, you want someone to sink their teeth into your shoulders. You wanna be used, rode hard and put away wet, then sent home barely able to walk.

[ He pulls down on Nick's wrist and leans up at the same time, so he can brush a kiss over the younger man's jaw. ] How am I doin'?

[ it's almost automatic, the way nick's chin tips as logan's lips meet his jaw, freeing up space at his throat for the man's mouth to travel to without nick even thinking about it. nick might be in logan's lap but they're really not touching all that much--or at least, more accurately, they could be touching much more, than the seat and the grip on his wrist, the lips and occasional brush of logan's chest against nick's arm.

it's not enough. he wants more and logan can tell, and that is maybe the hottest part. that nick telegraphs all that desire without even realising and logan just always knows. ]

I think you're pretty warm. [ he's so casual about the response, voice light and breezy, but at the same time nick moves his hand--and with it the fist logan has wrapped around his wrist--over to his own stomach, slides his palm down over his own shirt, lets it wait at his waistband and tilts his head all the way back. ] Think you can point me in the direction of where I can find all that?

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