A Bet Between Friends
Part 7
 
 
 
 

Logan pushed the thief’s hips up even higher and ran his tongue lightly over the puckered flesh of Remy’s arsehole, feeling the skin pucker and tighten further.  He repeated the action a few more times, enjoying the Cajun’s pleas and moans for more. He curled his tongue and slowly pressed inside, Remy’s body suddenly tightened on the edge of release and Logan quickly reached up a hand and grabbed his boy’s cock, pressing hard on the large vein running up it’s length, preventing Remy from cumming.  Remy uttered a hoarse scream and renewed his attempts to get his hands free.
Logan chuckled to himself and grabbing a corner of the sheet, ripped a strip off, tying this tightly around the base of the younger mans penis.  “Don’t want ya ta get ta the final act and miss out on all the fun now.”  Logan grinned evilly and gave the head of Remy’s cock a quick kiss.  “Connard, ei’der fuck Remy or let ‘im finish ‘imself off, eh.”  Remy’s eyes pleaded with Logan to let him cum and the sight of Remy naked, tied and begging was almost enough to make him, just jump on and pound until the Arcadian screamed.  He forced himself to look away and ripping another strip from the sheet and the case from the pillow, he set about gagging the struggling Cajun.  “I think we need ta take a little intermission.”  He walked over to the chair and throwing himself into it, lit up a cigar.  He inhaled deeply, attempting to calm himself and trying to ignore the ache from his cock.

Remy moaned around the gag and struggled even though he knew it was useless, normally the belt would not be a problem to get free from, but right now he was finding it real hard to concentrate on anything except the need to have Logan inside him.  He glanced over at the older man, Logan was leaning back, eyes closed, occasionally taking a deep drag from his cigar.  He was obviously trying to ease down, Remy’s eyes dropped to the thick shaft between Wolverines legs, and he whimpered, he wanted it, needed it, now.  He glanced back up; Logan had opened his eyes and was watching him, with hungry eyes.  “Ya like what ya see Remy?”  Logan reached down and caressed his cock, making it grow even more.  Remy nodded dumbly, unable to take his eyes off of the sight of Logan’s stroking hand.  “Ya wanna a taste?”  Remy nodded again, he watched the x-man grind his cigar out on the edge of the TV and got to his feet.

Logan walked towards the bed; still rubbing his cock, knowing Remy was still watching him.  He leant on one knee on the bed and removed the gag.  Remy sighed and stared up at him.  “Still want that taste Remy?”
  “Oh oui.” Remy licked his lips, Logan moved over him, placing a knee either side of his chest and shifted up, until his cock touched Remy’s waiting lips.  They both moaned as the thief’s mouth closed around him.

Remy sucked gently, running his tongue up and down Logan’s length, feeling the ridges and teasing the slit.  The taste of Logan was gorgeous; Remy had always enjoyed doing this, loved the way it made his lovers react.  It was no different with Logan, hearing the man’s ragged breathing and the moans and growls, made Remy intensify his movements.  He reached out with his empathy, feeling Logan’s ecstasy and slowly began to broadcast to him the enjoyment he got from the act.

Logan stiffened as the first feelings hit him and then relaxed and growled.  “Wow Remy, where ya been hidin’ that ability.  Damn but ya feel good.”  Logan snaked a hand behind him and began to rub the Cajun’s cock, feelings of excitement and frustration washed over him and he groaned.  Remy was so turned on it wasn’t funny and the feelings just dove him on.  He began to thrust in and out of the thief’s mouth, getting faster and deeper, Remy relaxed his throat to take as much of him as possible and suddenly Logan was bellowing as he came, he grabbed a handful of the Cajun’s hair and thrust in as deep as he could.  Remy fought the urge to gag and swallowed repeatedly as Logan’s cum fill his mouth.  Logan braced himself with one against the headboard, trying get his breath back, he released Remy’s hair and caressed the side of the Arcadians face as Remy licked him clean.  “Always knew ya had a mouth on ya Remy.”  He said shakily and pulled himself off the Cajun, falling onto the bed beside him.  “Remy got more den a mout’ Cherie, please.”  Remy arched off the bed begging for release and Logan grinned to himself.  Never thought I’d see this, the Cajun offering himself up ta me.  He rolled towards Remy and slowly began to torment him again, starting with passionate kisses and working his way down his body to his pelvis.  He licked the head of Remy’s penis and blew lightly, making the thief squirm and moan.  He rubbed his already rising cock against Remy’s hip and Remy’s eyes opened in shock.  “’ow?”
 “Healing factor.  A man’s best friend.” Logan replied with a chuckle and Remy grinned.  “Tres bien.  Remy glad, real glad.”

Logan lifted himself over the slight frame and claimed the Cajun’s lips in a brutal kiss.  He slicked some of the pre-cum that had leaked all over Remy’s stomach onto his fingers and gently probed his opening.  Remy cried out and tensed as Wolverine’s first finger entered him and then moaned and began to relax as Logan slowly worked it back and forth, stretching him.  Logan inserted another finger and then another, his cock growing hard and heavy again, as he felt how tight Remy was.  He removed his fingers and slathered his cock with his own pre-cum, before positioning himself at the tight hole.  He leaned forward and claimed the Cajun’s mouth again as his shaft slid past the tight ring of muscle into Remy’s eager body.

Remy whined against his mouth as he began to enter and then screamed as he thrust the rest of the way in.  Logan set up a steady pace, loving sound of Remy’s moans and his cries.  Logan bit down on his neck again, reopening the wound already there and groaned as the smell of blood added to smell of Remy and sex.  It was too much, he began too thrust harder and faster, grabbing the Cajun’s hips and pounding in as hard and deep as he could.  The smell of blood grew, as he thrust, but he was beyond caring about the damage he was causing his lover.  Remy’s moans turned to cries and wails, but he raised his hips to meet each thrust, wrapping his legs around Logan’s waist to force him deeper.  Logan could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening, extending one claw; he cut the strip of material away from the thief’s cock.  He thrust once, twice and then Remy was arching of the bed screaming, cum splattering up his chest as he came.  His muscles tightened around Logan’s dick, squeezing him and Logan bit down into his neck, nails digging into the thief’s hips, as he came inside him.

Logan collapsed against him and Remy sagged back down into the bed, utterly exhausted.  He murmured a protest as Wolverine pulled himself from his body and released his hands.  Logan wandered into the bathroom and grabbed a towel off the rack.  Heading back to the bed, he used the towel to clean the Cajun’s cum off his chest and between his legs, before turning to wipe the blood and semen that was trickling down Remy’s inner thighs.

Throwing the towel aside and laying down beside the sated thief, Logan pulled the Cajun back against him and curled his body around him, his leg and arm thrown across him possessively.  He inhaled the smell of the Cajun’s hair and smiled.  Not too much of a blast.  Remy murmured what sounded like, “Remy can’ go again, leave ‘im alon’.”  And nuzzled his face against Logan’s arm.  Logan chuckled. “Don’t worry Darlin’, I think I can wait till yer’ve had a nap, I’m a patient man.”  Remy groaned as Logan pulled him closer, contented sleep overtaking them both.
 
 

TBC