DRENCHED

Logan/Scott/Hank

NC17
Explicit content
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Blu Says: Just something fun. Absolutely nothing but sex. And I mean it. Don't you?

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He threw Scott roughly up against the lockers and began biting and nipping at the man's exposed neck. He ripped off the unform, shredded it to pieces between his claws and then raked down the man's sides drawing small hairline trials of blood.

"God."

"Don't make me wait!"

Logan didn't intend to make him wait. He had wanted this for too long. He went down immediately, taking in the stiffened shaft right down to the smooth set of balls that hung below it. Fuck foreplay. This was rough sex at its best. Scott squirmed. Logan put his hands on Scott's ass and kneaded the knuckles into the firm muscle.

"Shit I'm gonna --

"No you ain't," Logan reiterated, coming back up and licking the feathery haired chest every inch of the way. He kissed Scott firmly on the mouth and when he pulled away the lips had gone from pink to cherry red. Quickly pulling off his own constrictive leather suit, he hauled Scott around to the bench behind them, and pushed him down onto it. Stepping out of his pants, he spread Scott's legs apart and then knealt down and tasted the inside of the man's thighs. With his free hand, he stroked himself, keeping a tight grip on his own cock, feeling the cool, slippery sensation of his own arousal.

Scott's cock had smeared the sticky clear liquid across his taut abdomen, and Logan leaned forward and licked the muscles there, getting a quick taste to drive himself further towards the brink. Scott bucked forward, pushing his thighs against Logan's rough face and allowing Logan to wriggle his head so that he pleasured Scott even while he licked the man's stomach clean.

"Ready?" he asked after he was done. His face had a red flush and his shoulders were coated in a fine sheen of warm sweat.

"Do it," Scott said, eyes closed and breathing labored.

Logan stepped up from the floor and positioned himself between Scott's legs. He took one finger first, and pushed it inside slowly. Scott turned his head to the side for a moment and grimaced but then let out a halted, choked grunt. Logan licked a second finger and put them both in, still slowly pressuring the muscles around the opening, but growing more insistent. Scott grimaced again but his reaction was one of pleasure and was louder than the first. He moaned out Logan's name. His eyes were still closed.

Logan leaned down and put his tongue on Scott's opening, pressing it in and wetting it thoroughly. He smiled when he heard Scott take in a quick breath at the uncommon sensation. Working deftly, Logan spit on his hands several times and slicked his own cock utnil it glistened. Not wanting to waste time, he quickly got up again and placed himself to go in.

Scott yelled out in an equal mix of agony and ecstacy when Logan pushed into him, hard, all at once.

"Sorry. No lube. Can't let things get too dry. This is better."

Scott didn't care. It felt too fucking good. He nodded, his head still hanging to one side, and swallowed to wet his mouth, which was dry from his heavy breathing.

"Just don't stop. Keep doing it. Keep --

His words were stopped by a growl and then he was muffled altogether as large blue hands went around his head and his world went into a soft darkness.

Hank stepped forward and grabbed Logan's shoulders, pulling him close and kissing him while Logan continued to work Scott. Scott lay underneath the blue behemoth and used his tongue to lick eagerly at the massive furred scrotum that was presented to him. Hank used one hand to stroke himself while using the other to hold onto Logan. He could feel the Wolverine's powerfult thrusts shaking those shoulders, shaking the bench, shaking the man below them.

Scott's face suddenly pushed up hard into Henry's groin and his legs clamped around Logan's waist. He cried out, and thick lines of semen tumbled out the head of his darkly flushed erection, landing in even lines and pools on his chest, abdomen, and stomach.

Logan pulled out and came at nearly the same time, spraying droplets onto Hank's furry torso and gripping the larger teammate to keep from collapsing onto a still moaning Scott. After catching his breath, he bent down and took Hank's cock into his mouth. It was wide, and Logan's lips slurped down on it trying to fit it all in, saliva running down the sides to land on Scott's neck, which was straining to pleasure Hank's underside.

Hank finally leaned back. With a growl that belied his usually calm demeanor, he put both hands on the lockers behind him for support, and grunted heavily as he came. Logan continued to suck on him. The orgasm went on for several seconds, and the taste of Hank filled Logan's mouth. Semen ran down the sides of the massive cock, mixing with Logan's saliva and coating his chin and neck, running down to his chest.

The three of them slumped down, each in their repsective positions, and someone, though it wasn't clear who, began to chuckle, then all three laughed.

"Jesus," Logan could be heard saying. "I'll go get a fuckin' towel! Christ if I know where the fuck that came from. Damn."

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