Logan always did look better angry.
It’s a thought so few have the luxury of having, most of them have long since died of old age or come to the wrong end of those claws. But Raven – He has felt them intimately and breathes in air from the feral’s lips as though he were entitled to it. How quickly the past comes to mind, bright behind his eyes in the wake of each kiss as he smiles into each hard press of those lips.
Do they know who you really are Logan? Raven knows he’ll ask one day, blood on his breath and relaxing in the wake of animalistic hunger. Do they know how much you hold back? How could they when Logan plays hero so very well.
Fingers twist harder into dark hair, yanking him closer to bite viciously at his mouth until there is brick digging in unforgiving along his spine. Air burns his lungs as he arches, a leg snaring a hip and eyes fluttering close. “You used to,” Raven counters, “on both counts.”
Laughter lilts with his words and fabric yields under his hands ripping away when it offers resistance. The city is devolving into chaos, melting away with madness, Raven is more preoccupied by the way canines dig in at the crook of his neck and coax free a shaking moan. His life is so often an elaborate facade that it still shakes him how easily Logan has him ripped bare.
“Are you all talk these days?”
Fever hot words left at the shell of an ear before he bites the lobe, tugging enough to elicit pain. Raven thumbs loose the button of those jeans, shoving away denim and using Logan’s belt to drag him in closer between his thighs. “Afraid I might leave a gift darling? My last one carved so beautifully through your skin.”
Lips curl with a smirk and Raven steals another kiss, licking along the angry bruise at Logan’s mouth his teeth left so pretty and dark. Better to deflect with humor, with scathing wit, than confess his heart is racing and he feels alive. Pride means he will never confess, after all animals like them weren’t allowed the luxury of a heart full of feelings.
Raven twists his hands in Logan’s hair, yanking hard enough to bare the man’s throat to his mirrored assault on his neck. Canines dig in, unforgiving and greedy. The marks will never last long but he allows himself the brief illusion that for one fragile moment they are bound with matching bruises.
he hates that fucking smirk. hates the way it curls at raven’s lips and highlights the mischief in his eyes, hates that he finds it so damn alluring.
“don’t you ever shut the fuck up?”
a growl born of pleasure escapes him as soon as those words are uttered, appreciating the feel of raven’s hands pulling tight in his hair and his teeth sinking into his flesh. it won’t leave a mark for long but it already feels burned into his flesh. long after the marks are gone, he’ll remember where he’s touched him and how his own body sets alight in response. he could have killed him years ago and truthfully, he should have but he’ll never admit his attraction stopping him. they’re killers and maybe raven’s the one person on earth logan has some moral high ground to but what’s between them is primal. it’s heat, sweat and blood. when raven runs, logan always chases and at times like this, he doubts the cycle can ever be broken.
--he doubts that he’d mind if it wasn’t.
hands paw at raven’s shirt, ripping it open without bothering to undo the buttons first as his mouth marks his territory under the other’s jaw. kisses are rough and bites are rougher. logan barely takes the time to look at raven as he grabs the spheres of his ass, giving him leverage to wrap his other leg around around logan’s waist as he pushes him against the wall hard.
“afraid i’ll leave without somethin’ ta remember you by?”
a sharp exhale is pried loose as logan revels in the sweet and slight pain of raven’s teeth on his neck. he plays otherwise but raven is hard to forget; logan’s tried and failed too many times on that front. but telling him that? he’s too proud for that. he’d rather fuck him until raven’s left quivering and screaming out his name. he flexes his hips up into raven’s grinding himself against him to create some of the friction he so craves. all the while, his lips find the other’s in a heated, sloppy kiss. || @wxrpedillusion
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