Sexting

[justformemes]

the phone sex +
sexting meme

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[multiversals]

[ despite the burden of his position, the daily struggle to protect this planet and this reality and the trillions of people spread out across it, stephen has never quite lost his passion for magic. it's his job, yes, but it's also something he loves. he wouldn't be able to bear his duties if he didn't. so logan's exclamation, his apparent wonder, makes stephen's toes curl against the comforter with smug satisfaction. he can never have his hands back, but he can have this. he's good at this, and it's something that matters. ]

Of course I hear myself. I talk all the time, I thought you-- [ but logan cuts him off with a kiss, and he pushes up into it, gasping into his mouth with the flare of want. there's a hand against his back, a hand against his belly, and he whines a little in protest as the kiss ends too soon for his liking. both hands push up beneath the polo, splaying against logan's back, and the shirt changes again as he skims his hands around to the older man's front, becoming a white button-up, already open, a tie hanging loose from the collar.

carefully, stephen winds his hands in the ends of the tie, using it as a kind of leash to pull logan close again, teeth catching at his mouth, then the curve of his jaw. ] I might have to interrupt you at work one day, then. Or take you out somewhere nice one night. I want to see you in a suit. [ he has an excellent imagination, and the mental image of logan's chest and back, arms and thighs and ass beneath expensive fabric is incredible.

his hands loosen in the tie, stripping it away from the other man's neck, chin tipping back up as lips find his throat. ] Mm, not sure the Sorcerer Supreme should be doing business in flannel. [ invisible hands, much more deft than stephen's damaged ones, grip logan's ass again, pull the buckle loose on his belt, slide beneath to brush whisper-soft against his cock. ] I think.. a compromise, maybe? [ he rolls his hips up, sucking in a stuttering breath as the intangible hands firm their caresses. his own twist, one in the pillow by his head, the other wrapped over logan's bicep, while the magically-guided one on the older man's ass squeezes, a fingertip passing over his entrance, then stroking his perineum. ] You could fuck me in it, or I could ride you wearing it. Take it home with me, wear it around the Sanctum.

[danzan]

[ Stephen says fuck me and it's like a swift punch to Logan's gut -- has his eyes bleeding dark, the hand on Stephen's back slipping lower to grip his thigh and lift it for an opening to slot their hips together. ]

Yeah.

[ It's a simple answer to everything, really: the fancy dinner, the thought of claiming Stephen in sex -- but the priority is obvious when Logan's prick hardens with want, and he trusts Stephen enough to figure his trousers will be undone on their own. He brings his touch from Stephen's stomach down to the borrowed clothes on his slim body, undoing them with a swift flick and pull of his fingers, and the lips on Stephen's neck drift low as he undoes the buttons of the shirt on him. It's an easy rhythm of pop-pop-pop, the fabric slipping off his skin in a whisper, and Logan kisses him on the chest and on the bruises he'd memorised while Stephen used his shower. ]

Anything you want. [ Kiss, kiss. There's the scrape of teeth over Stephen's breastbone, threatening to bite, but he glances up for permission first -- the man in him still cognitive enough for the animal to keep from taking without asking. ] 'nything long as I can claim you.

[ Two hands tug the trousers on Stephen's hips down, the blunt ends of Logan's nails touching his skin on their way, and he drops another kiss on pale skin before lifting himself enough to pull it off all the way. On his knees like this, Logan lingers to take a mental snapshot of what he sees: Stephen's body bruised from battle, his hand curled into the pillow, his face warm with desire -- his frame nude but for Logan's shirt on his shoulders. ]

...Stephen. [ It's the only thing he can think to say, but there's a growl somewhere in there, and then there is Logan placing a hand on Stephen's side to steady him while the other wraps around his cock, and now he kisses him on the mouth and dips his tongue in to taste him with absolutely no intention to pull away. ]

[multiversals]

[ aha, that definitely piqued logan's interest, and stephen can't help the swift, slightly wicked grin that crosses his lips as he feels the other man harden against him. he's distracted pretty effectively from any sense of smug satisfaction as teeth graze against thin skin, earning a hitch of breath and a short nod. he-- likes when logan bites, leaves marks; they're ones he gets to choose to have, to keep, unlike his scars and the injuries he receives during the course of performing his duties.

he lifts his hips for his pants to be removed, essentially leaving him naked except for the open flannel shirt, and he can't help but wonder a little what logan sees when he looks. once upon a time, stephen had been pretty satisfied with his looks, but since the accident, that's another story. he's scarred up and he knows he can't quite seem to keep weight on, but.. the older man seems to enjoy his body anyway, so he tries not to question it too closely.

when he's kissed, when familiar fingers curl around his cock, he groans into logan's mouth, his own fragile hands lifting to curl against the other man's back, nails scraping and hips rocking. unwilling to release him, stephen traces a spell over the bumps of his spine, and the rest of logan's clothing simply turns to mist and dissipates. the phantom hands are insistent now, gripping the backs of the other man's thighs, petting his nipples and squeezing his cock, and stephen's smiling again against logan's mouth in spite of all the ugly things in his life.

he breaks the kiss to drop his head back against the pillow again, knees falling open to spread himself. ] Sometimes I want to leave a rune on you somewhere, just-- something to mark you, too. [ nothing permanent, but-- it's not as if his own bites or scratches last more than a few moments on logan's skin. ]