"𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭." -Logan / Weapon X / Wolverine -Lewd Focus / Literate -20+ Mun -Gay / Switch -#MVRP / #LewdRP "𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥."

Logan has over a century of experience in pleasing other men -- he's more than ready to take a bunch at once. To please an entire group, if he can. -- anyone who wants a piece is welcome to come get some.

Logan grunts. "Ya' know I have a pretty open mind, no pun intended, but, that might be a bit invasive, even for me..." he snorts.

"Listen, bub. Taken enough bullets, knives, katanas, lasers, giant robots, Hulk fists, and more to the brain. Don't need you lickin' in there when I'm not fighting for my damn life too." Logan snorts. Pouring another drink. "I know. What a prude I am."

"Your tongue? In my brain? Yeah -- I'll have t' take your word for it, bub." Another long sip of whisky.

Logan lets out a growling grunt. The collar tight around his neck. His brows furrowed. Mouth in a grimace. No other clothes on him. His strong chest. His abs. His long cock. All on full display for everyone. A sharp sigh. "Ya' can't really expect me t' wear this, bub..."

"Gonna' need a lot more practice before I'd say you've caught up with me, bub." Logan smirks. Tone light and teasing. "-- but ya' getting better, Drake. That's for damn sure. Not bad at all."

"Ya such a damn asshole sometimes, Creed..." Logan growls. Grunting between his teeth as he's yanked close. But making no move to escape it. "Got ya' all pent-up, huh? Well whatcha' waiting for -- ya' got me right here..."

"Ngh --" Logan grunts as that thick length smacks firm to his scruffy face. Growling. Nose flaring at that masculine musk. That warm weight. "Dammit Creed..." He shivers. "I want -- mm! -- I want...ya' damn cock. Alright? Fucker..."

"...hmph." Logan shivers and nods. Grasping Creed's shoulders, squeezing him roughly, as he lifts himself up. Settling atop his lap; that toned, curvy rear settling right on top of him. His rival totally nude -- excluding, of course, his collar. "There. Ya' happy now?"

"Ngh...!" Logan is always tight. A plus of his regeneration powers. And Victor is thick. So each inch of his hefty cock is squeezed by those warm insides. The slick sensation on his cheek makes him growl -- but he complies nonetheless. Groaning as he starts to buck back to him.

"Ya' fuckin' -- mnm! -- ya' better -- !" Logan grips him tight. Fingers digging against his shoulders. Holding himself steady as Creed bucks into his tightness. Shuddering. Panting. Practically drooling. A picture of primal pleasure. "Fuckin' -- ngh! -- f-fill me up -- !"

He doubted if even two primal mutants like them could truly do that -- but stranger things had happened. Nonetheless, the dirty talk makes Logan's own cock throb hard. Groaning deep. "D-damn right, Creed -- !" he shivers. Rolling his hips back to each rut. Riding atop him.

"Just -- mnm! -- s-shuddup and give it 't me, dammit --!" Logan moans out loud. The sensation of Victor pumping into him drives him past his edge. A full body shudder, panting and groaning, as he shoots off his own loads all over his own chest and abs. "Ngh --! F-fuck --!"

"Heh -- well. Feel free, Kurt. Got plenty t' teach ya'..." Logan smirks. Shamelessly jutting out his hairy, strong chest towards his roaming touch. Sighing.

"Don't go telling lies, bub." -- he sips his beer. Trying to hide the truth.