Hey, guys! Sorry this chapter took so long, I've been struggling with where this should go next. If you can believe it, this is the third version of this chapter! This is a really hot chapter, and it's also a bit longer than usual, so I hope that makes up for the long wait! Much thanks to Gen for all the advice! What would I do without you, darling?
Warning: this is rather kinky. If you don't like, I apologize that you have to miss this, as (I hope) it's pretty good.
Enjoy!
-Forbala-
CHAPTER FOUR: LOVIN'
Kurt put in his earbuds, plugged in the vacuum, and went to work. He danced around the foyer, cleaning the floor, shaking his booty to the music in his ears.
"My beloved monster and me, we go everywhere together," Kurt sang to himself. It was Tuesday, cleaning day at the Institute, and even though it was just the three of them, Kurt was already in the habit and had decided to clean anyway. Logan was cleaning the windows at present, and they had convinced Gambit to dust and sweep.
Logan was watching Kurt's innocent dancing through the window, with less than innocent interest, and was glad he'd given the elf that iPod.
They spent the whole day cleaning—it took significantly longer because there were so few of them, but they finally finished and went to wash for dinner.
"Look at this new soap I bought, Logan," Kurt said, walking into the bathroom in only his Pikachu boxers. He was holding a bar of soap from Bath and Body Works—it was a flowery scent, but very faint.
"Oh, just get in the shower, you little blue poof," Logan said, pushing his lover and smirking.
"Oooh, is Logan impatient?" Kurt teased, tossing his boxers in a corner and stepping into the shower. He got the soap wet and began to lather it into his fur.
Logan stepped into the water and took the soap away. "You're getting cocky, blue. I like it."
Logan massaged the bubbles into Kurt's fur, easing the muscles that were sore from a long day of work.
"Mmm, that feels so good," Kurt moaned. He grabbed some of the bubbles from his chest and reached down to his crotch. His fisted himself and his breath came in short gasps. "Nnnn, Logan!"
Kurt exploded on the tile wall, then wilted with a whimper into Logan's arms. Logan kissed Kurt's neck and stood him up, then kissed his soft lips.
"Come on, elf, let's go to dinner," Logan said softly.
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"Bonjour, mon bleu cherie," Gambit said when Kurt walked in, hand in Logan's. "I've made dinner. It's an old Cajun dish. Enjoy."
Gambit set down the plates before his hosts and waited for the verdict. He felt it was only fair to do his part and make dinner for the men who had let him in out of the rain in the middle of the night. Even though that was what one expected at Xavier's, Kurt and Logan had essentially been on honeymoon and he had interrupted that. He admitted to feeling a little guilty. And so, he decided to make dinner for them.
Logan sniffed the dish skeptically, but picked up his fork and took a bite. Kurt didn't question it, but took a bite blindly. He smiled and sucked it down. Logan blinked, surprised that Gambit actually had any skill in the kitchen.
"This is pretty good, Cajun."
"Merci," Gambit said, nodding his head in acknowledgement, and began to eat.
After dinner, Kurt washed the dishes—with difficulty, as Logan was holding him from behind, kissing him and groping him. Gambit watched in envy as Logan's administrations made Kurt giggle and squirm. Gambit wanted to make Kurt feel like that, to see Kurt make those faces while screaming his name.
"Would y'all like to watch a movie, friends?" Gambit asked, ignoring his tightening pants.
Logan stopped molesting Kurt and turned to Gambit. "Sorry, Remy, we're gonna go on up. Maybe tomorrow, eh?"
Gambit frowned, but nodded and bid the couple good night.
Kurt and Logan went upstairs and got ready for bed.
Logan kissed Kurt's lips, cheeks, nose, neck. They stripped quickly and felt all over each other. Kurt laid on top of Logan, giving himself access to every inch of the thick, hairy body. Kurt pushed Logan's arms up above his head and kissed him passionately, his tongue snaking into his lover's mouth, tasting the beer and cigars there, the Cajun meal, and the pure taste of Logan. He tasted like nature, smelled like pine.
Logan moved his hands to hold Kurt tighter, to flip him over and dominate him. Kurt didn't even notice the change. Until he was lying on his belly and his arms were tied to the bedposts.
"Logan…what…what are you…doing?" he panted as the mutant bound his ankles to the footboard. Kurt ground his cock against the bedsheet in want of much needed friction.
"Ah, none of that now elf, or you won't get anything from me." Kurt forced himself to still his narrow hips.
Logan left for a moment and Kurt heard him rifling through drawers. The lube was in the nightstand, lots of it, so Kurt knew he wasn't after that. He got more excited and his cock hardened at the thought of what Logan might be searching for.
When Logan returned, he began to kiss Kurt from behind: his neck, each bump on his back, his pelvic bone as it indented above the butt. His hands traced the elf's sides, then squeezed his ass. He reached back and grabbed something from his pile of toys, lifted Kurt's hips, and rolled a cock ring onto the length.
A slick finger slid inside Kurt's ass, then another, and a third, stretching him wide and pumping slowly. Then they were gone. Kurt whimpered, until he felt something else nudge his ass.
A bead.
It was small, no bigger around than Logan's finger, but when the immortal pushed it into his lover's ass, Kurt moaned softly. Kurt could feel every detail of the bead: it was heart-shaped, firm rubber, with a rubber cord connecting it to the next bead.
Another went in, bigger this time. Another, and another. The string was long, and by the time all the beads were in, Kurt was whimpering, crying a little from the pleasure, and Logan was hard as a brick.
Logan took a deep breath, hooked his finger around the ring, which was nestled into the crook of Kurt's ass, ready to slip in at any false movement, and yanked. Kurt twitched, his back arched and he let out a loud scream, as the beads came rushing out of his ass.
"Oh…mein Got…ah, Logan…."
Logan had to bite his lip and squeeze the base of his prick to keep from coming. He grabbed a cock ring and rolled it on quickly.
"Nnn, please…Logan…please, let me cum…" Kurt begged.
"Mm, more Kurt. Beg me. Beg me for it."
"Please…Logan…please…I need you…I need to come."
"Oh, god, you're so damned hot, elf." He sifted through the pile again and found his next torture item. He eased a curved dildo into Kurt's still tight ass, lifted the boy's hips, and taped a small bean-shaped object to his dick.
Then he turned it on.
The dual vibrations in Kurt's ass and on his dick were unbearable, and he still had the cock ring on. He could feel his cock turning red from want, and he whimpered and pleaded for Logan to take the ring off.
Kurt was breathing fast and heavy, twitching, ready for orgasm but unable to reach it because of the ring.
Finally, finally, Logan reached for Kurt's cock and took the ring off. The elf exploded immediately onto the sheets.
Logan massaged Kurt's back while he recovered, then untied him and flipped him over. He kissed the half-dried tears from Kurt's cheeks and stroked his hair.
"Are you ready for more?" Logan asked after a minute of coddling. "Do you want me to torture you more?"
"Yes…more. I want more, Logan," Kurt pleaded breathily, his cock half-hard just from the idea.
Logan grabbed a leather girdle and strapped it to Kurt, buttoning all the straps in the right places, then fit on the accompanying (loose) cock straps. Kurt's arms were bound in leather that fastened together behind his back, and Logan helped him into a pair of thigh-high boots with heels to tall that the elf's feet were almost vertical. Logan fastened the straps properly and attached the tail.
"Where did you get all this?" Kurt asked, stretching his neck so Logan could fasten the tall collar.
"I know some people," he answered, strapping on a mask/bridle of sorts, with flaps by the eyes to keep him from seeing behind, flaps that stood up like horse ears, and a soft leather bit, complete with reins.
"I'd like to meet these people," Kurt said before taking the bit into his mouth.
Logan stood Kurt up beside the bed and looked him over, licked his lips hungrily, then turned him around. He grabbed a short, many-tasseled whip, fisted the reins, and snapped them hard in unison with a crack on Kurt's blue ass.
"Mm!" Kurt screamed around the bit, shocked by the sudden pain, and by how much he liked it.
"What do you think, little blue steed?" Logan whispered huskily, his voice harsh and punishing.
"Mmm, nnn," Kurt moaned in approval.
"Should I ride you till dawn?"
"Nnnnn, mm-hm!"
Logan slicked his cock with lube and thrust hard into Kurt, snapping the reins sharply. Kurt jerked. Logan slammed hard into the nearly immobile "horse," his balls smacking Kurt's, the elf screaming around the bit. Logan pulled out—Kurt whimpered—and threw the boy face-first on the bed, then leapt back on and rode harder than ever, snapping the whip on Kurt's ass and thigh with every thrust, and pulled back on the reins so hard that Kurt was bent as much as the girdle would allow.
"Ahn, nnngh! Blll'eees, mrrrr!" Kurt screamed.
"Mm, that's right, horse boy. You like when I ride you hard, eh? Faster, horsey, let's go faster!"
Kurt came hard, shaking and twitching, all his muscles contracting, squeezing Logan's cock and bringing about his orgasm. Logan came long and hard into Kurt's ass. They collapsed on the bed, and Logan pulled out and stuck a small cup under Kurt's ass to catch the dripping semen. When he'd gotten all he was likely to collect, he flipped Kurt over on his back and held the cup up.
"Would you like a little drink, my pretty horsey?" Logan cooed, holding the cup to Kurt's lips and removing the bit. Kurt drank eagerly and lapped up every last drop.
"M…more…" he pleaded when it was gone.
"Oh, you're still thirsty? You little slut. Okay, I'll give you more." Logan helped Kurt, still in the restrictive costume, to his knees on the bed, and stuck his cock in that sweet mouth.
"Go on, boy, work for your drink," Logan commanded.
Kurt moaned and went to work, sucking, licking, humming, using his gifted tongue and lips to entice noises from his slavedriver. Logan smacked the slave with the whip and pulled his hair, and soon felt his balls tightening. He pushed Kurt down, off his cock, and came all over the boys face and chest. Kurt lapped up all he could, and Logan licked the rest off his lover's fur, nipping at the skin in the process.
"Oh, god…Logan…that was incredible…."
Logan kissed Kurt's forehead, nose, lips gently, lovingly—a stark contrast to the role play a few minutes ago.
"You look totally spent, elf," Logan whispered sweetly. "You wanna go to sleep?"
"Mm, okay," Kurt muttered—he really was tired, so much so that he could barely keep his eyes open. He'd had entirely too much excitement for one night.
Logan helped Kurt out of the enchanting, kinky outfit, put the toys away, and helped his lover into bed. He held him tightly in his arms, kissing his eyelids closed and whispering sweet nothings until the little elf's breathing evened out and he was sleeping deeply.
"Sleep well, my love," Logan whispered, and drifted off.
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Gambit could hear Kurt's screams all the way down the hall, and felt that if they didn't stop soon, or he didn't get in on whatever torture Logan was inflicting, he might explode. The Cajun thief unzipped his pants and pumped himself raw to the sounds of Kurt's pleasure.
"Damn that elf," he muttered as the screams quieted and he put himself to bed.
