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[ 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'?

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[ 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?