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“That’s it runt,” Creed coos, “Just,” he pumps in, “Like,” drags his cock out, head getting caught on the ring of Logan’s cunt, “That,” then he eases back into Logan’s heat. Smooth and gently, like a cruise canoe instead of his usual typhoon violence.
Logan’s on his back, getting fucked on his back like a bride. He hates it, can’t fucking stand it. It’s not a fight and he feels like he’s losing somehow. But he moans and grips the sheets all the same. “Never knew ya had a cunt this pretty-“
“Don’t finish that sentence.” Logan snarled.
One of Creed’s hands finds Logan’s, tangles their fingers together and then brushes Logan’s hair dusted knuckles against his lips. They’re chapped, Logan thinks dumbly. It’s nearly romantic, if it weren’t for the way Creed’s fangs peaked out in interest. Creed is muttering something, but Logan’s own pants and groans are drowning out the words.
There’s wet clicking sounds as Creed rolls into him, one hand curled in between Logan’s fingers, one rubbing slow circles into his clit.
Logan peers down to just to watch Creed’s fat cock pump in and out of his cunt. The height difference between them is big enough, but Creed’s just so wide in every sense of the word. Just his palms are the size of Logan’s head.
His cock spearing in and out of his wet hole?
Logan can’t even think.
And it’s a tease. A giant, gaping tease. A carefully paced tease that won’t speed up no matter how much Logan kicks at his back.
As Creed slow fucks into him, the buldge of his length is visible through Logan’s stomach, under the abs, oscillating beneath the skin. It’s obscene.
“Yeah, frail. Fuck,” Creed groaned, “Yer milking me. Gon’ put some pups in ya.”
Logan wants to tell him to shut his goddamn mouth, but the part of him that’s enjoying the ride — the way Creed’s stuffing him full, leaving no room for snark or criticism — whines like a dog. Logan slaps his free hand over his mouth, but it’s trying to plug a leaking beer keg with your fingers.
“Oh. You like that? You wanna start somethin’ with me?”
Logan was already flushed from the dirty talk, but his face physically hurts with the humiliation that runs through him. “Yeah,” He gasps, all gruff and quiet. He can’t help it. “Go fuckin’ faster, Creed.”
“Come off it,” Victor says, more growl than speech. Was he restraining himself? “In such a hurry. I wanna treat ya somethin’ nice fer once. Just fuckin’ enjoy it, huh?”
“Why the sudden romantic goddamn attitude?” Logan asks, but Creed just tightens where their hands are joined, bends over him, big body all folded up just so he can lock Logan into a needy kiss. Logan feels claws run up his sides. Not piercing or dragging, but the threat tingles and Logan squirms, gripping the wandering hand’s wrist. Creed pulls away, tongue lapping at the saliva trail between them.
“Stay still, runt,” His pupil void eyes narrow as he grins, “Ain’t gonna hurt ya. Little birdie told me you like it gentle ‘n’ innocent.”
“Who?”
“Don’t matter. I got you under me, don’t I, softie? Who wudda thought? Little runt likes a tender breeding,” Creed lifts Logan’s hips up off the bed and thrusts in, the new angle punching a pornographic moan out of Logan. Somehow he goes deeper and it’s like torture and utopia.
Fuck, this is dangerous. “You ain’t breedin’ nothin but an assbeatin’, blondie.”
“That’s rich,” Creed laughs, all rumbly and deep and Logan wants him to do it again because he can feel the vibrations all over his skin. “S’not so bad, eh? How many kids ya got now, six? Seven? What’s one with lil’ ol’ me?”
And it makes Logan ache because he wants it so badly. It’s making his feel dizzy. “If- if you think that’s gonna stick… Yer a fucking loonie, Creed.”
“Lock me away ‘n’ throw away the key, kid. Wouldn’t be the first time yer friends have dunnit.”
Creed’s swinging his hips into Logan a little faster, but still at a crawling pace. Logan want to cum and it’s driving him insane. He gyrates his hips, trying to encourage Creed to hurry up. Instead of complying, the bigger mutant just grins into Logan’s neck, cold, wet teeth against Logan’s hot skin.
Logan’s little stubby clit is getting flicked at by Creed. Not nearly enough to finish him. Every time Logan tries to reach for it, Creed slaps his hand away. The anger is almost enough to bury his claws into him.
The agonising pace means Logan can feel every inch of Creed, every little bump and detail. He could draw you a diagram if he needed to. His pussy lips are red and swollen and wrapped around that veiny girth. There’s absolutely no friction because Logan is soaked and Creed’s weeping, precum and slick mixing together to allow Creed easy passage into Logan.
Creed is all breathless, blonde hair over his face, losing that usual amusement for just a second, and Logan’s a little proud of himself, “Cunt’s so goddamn tight, my dick’s gonna fall off,” Creed groans.
Logan’s still trying to thrust up greedily into Creed, but a steady, all encompassing grip on his hips halts him and he huffs, “Good. Hope it does, ya big bastard.”
Some phantom inside Logan wants Creed to revert back to his bestial status. To grab Logan by the hips, cover him head to toe in fading bruises and claw out his heart, before realizing he’ll never keep the runt down.
Creed smirks, “Nah, you’re sucking me up, I’m piercin’ into that uterus.” He darts his hips forward sharply, just to prove a point. Logan all but gurgles the air knocked out of him. He wants something else knocked into him.
Logan genuinely laughs at Creed’s words. Thick blond prick probably thinks that’s genuinely how it works, “That ain’t right, biologically, bub.”
“Don’t care,” Creed leans down to his ear and whispers, “Can feel ya womb callin’ to me.”
And Logan’s while body twists upwards, an embarrassingly high noise expelling from his throat.
Whatever this is?
It’s far more dangerous than any attempt on Logan’s life. It’s sweet and addicting. For all his violence and anger, Logan loved a gentle fuck. He was always clean and easy on his lovers. Was the only way he bedded women and men at all.
“This’s what I’ve wanted, runt. Jus’ you ‘n’ me. Together. Like we’re s’pposed ta be.”
“Bullshit,” But Logan can’t smell any lie in his tone.
Had Creed gotten into his head and discovered this? Was this all some ruse? Was this a trick, a weapon, to carve a deep cut into Logan? Just another way to get fuck with the man’s head? Why was Logan letting him do this? Why was Logan content on solidifying his position as a beast by making one with two backs?
“‘M gonna finish in ya.”
“Don’t you dare,” Logan warns, “Don’t- yer can’t.”
“I could pull out. Come right on this stomach and mark ya. That ain’t what ya want is it, though, sweet’eart?”
Logan clenches down on his cock and Creed feels delirious with lust, “Don’t you- you call me that, prick.”
“Yer close aren’t ya? I’m getting there. So good. Comin’ on my cock. Legs wrapped around me like my dick’s a present. We were made fer this. Breedin’ and brawlin’. Shit. Shoulda put a bun in you years ago. Would’a saved me a world of trouble.”
“Motherfucker, I’m still kickin’ yer ass after this,” Logan was clawing into his back, leaving deep, red welts on his flesh, mewling like a cat in heat, “Fuck. Better finish inside. Pull out and I’ll gut ya.”
“So predictable, runt,” Victor chuckled. “Easy to claim.”
“Fuck you.” Logan growled, claws popping. He was so close.
“Yer a sweet fuck. Never would’a guessed.” Creed stroking his clit and Logan can’t help it. He whines, and he’s seizing and cumming around Creed, clenching and trying to milk him and satisfy that breed me breedmebreedme instinct. “Oh, fuck, precious,” Creed snarls, and he’s spilling into Logan as far as he can.
“You-you- shit. Creed.” Logan gasps, feeling his cum pump steadily into his channel. It’s not like a regular humans — he can feel it fill him like a fucking enema. There’s so much.
“Gon’ make sure you don’t waste a drop,” Creed grins.
Creed’s got this mass at the bottom of his cock that’s swelling up- “Fuck is that?”
“It’s what’s gonna plug ya up and keep my swimmers in ya.”
“The hell it is!” Logan says, breathless, but he doesn’t pound against Creed or anything, just watches as it stretches around his pussy lips and pushes it. The thick of it stretches him so great and good, he throws his head back. He feels the bulge pulsate and another gush of seed spills into him. Logan goes wide eyed, “Are ya still coming?”
“I fuck to mate, bub.” Creed smiles and pressed a kiss to Logan’s neck, “Yer definitely not gettin’ out of this room without a litter ‘n ya.”
“Shit.” Logan grunts.
This is so dangerous.