Harsh breaths continue to pass through his lips, as the other would pull away, and begin to grip and knead at the mounds of his chest. He’d hiss at the feel, spine arching, pressing more and more of himself against those calloused hands.

Moving backwards with the firm guidance, until his back met the firm, solid wall press against his backside. Every moment that’d pass — it’d only force him deeper into the madness of his carnal cravings. Almost growling into the harsh kisses exchanged between them.

A low, husked growl rumbled within the mutant’s throat — restrained, the way the other man began to squeeze his neck. But, evident. Logan would ease into it, relishing in the strong hold, the exchange of saliva, and overall roughness of it. Almost intoxicating.

That — came faster than he could register it; being pulled into the taller man, tongue outstretched and plunging into his mouth, demanding entrance. And Logan allowed it. His mouth parted, allowing for easier access to the wet cavern, while hands sought purchase +