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KISS LOGAN || ACCEPTING
The adrenaline hit hard, and hasn't settled a lick since the fight ended. It floods his veins. Makes his head hazy. It's the only drug he feels. ... Well, one of two. The other one is tall dark and musclebound over there. Herakles - his Herakles. God, what a man. Logan would be lying if he said he wasn't staring right now. Staring and admiring.
The second they lock eyes, he damn near pounces. Hauls Herc down by the shoulders and crashes their lips together. There's a growl in his chest as he tangles one hand in Herc's soft dark curls. He doesn't want any space between them. With the way his husband's arms are around him, it seems like Herc feels the same.
"Better hope clean up goes fast." Logan snarls against his lips. "Cause I'm runnin' outta patience."











