Animal Attraction.

Chapter 5: The Good Life

Logan growled, slipping his heavily muscled thigh in between Harry’s slim legs and grinding up against the hardness he found there. He pressed his own hardness into Harry’s stomach, making the youth’s breath catch as he realized just quite how much he would have to handle…

Harry knew he would be quite glad for those healing abilities tomorrow…

“People are watching,” Harry murmured softly.

“Let them,” Logan growled, grinding his thigh pleasurably into Harry’s hardness. “Let them all watch. They won’t dare say anything.”

Harry gasped and clutched at Logan desperately in response. If the man didn’t stop moving like that, Harry was going to come in his pants in front of all these people.

“U-upstairs,” Harry pleaded, trying to pull away and regain his bearings.

Logan smirked down at him, pulling him closer and burying his face in that messy black hair.

“You smell delicious,” he purred. “I can’t wait to eat you all up…”
Harry chuckled, despite his desperate arousal.

“Oh, so you’re the big bad wolf now? Should I go put on a dress and pretend to be Little Red?” Harry teased.

Logan trailed his arms down Harry’s sides and reached around to cup that pert little bottom. He hefted the youth up, forcing Harry to wrap his slim legs around Logan’s waist for balance.

“It is a little early in this relationship for cross-dressing,” Logan growled, grinding his arousal into the slim youth in his arms. “We can talk about it in the morning.”

Harry sputtered and blushed, taking in the eyes locked on their entwined forms. They were not exactly being subtle – and Logan certainly wasn’t being quiet.

Harry saw a few men leer at him after that last comment.

“Let me down,” Harry murmured after they exited the bar, his legs still wrapped around Logan’s waist as they headed towards the stairs. “It’s dangerous to walk up the stairs like this.”

“I’m a dangerous man,” Logan purred in response, but he let Harry drop to his feet.
Harry shivered in lust, turning to lead Logan up the stairs to his room.

Logan stopped him, pushing him up against the wall and fisting his big hands in that silky black hair. Harry gasped as Wolverine roughly tilted his head back and crashed their lips together for a kiss.

Harry moaned into the kiss as Logan devoured him, pressing his tongue into Harry’s mouth and claiming every part of him. The youth tried to reciprocate, but he felt like he was drowning.

Logan was so big and strong and dominating…so much different from his past paramours…

And after one “wet” kiss with Cho and just a few kisses with Ginny, Harry had nowhere near Logan’s experience.

Logan dominated the kiss, one hand fisted in his hair as the other caught Harry’s wrists, pinning them to the wall above his head.

“Still think I can’t satisfy you?” Logan pulled back to murmur, watching with smug eyes as Harry fought to keep himself upright.

“I’m…I’m not sure that you’ve convinced me, yet,” Harry panted cheekily, attempting to lean forward to continue their kiss.

“I thought you wanted to go upstairs?” Logan chuckled darkly, pressing his body closer to the youth he had pinned to the wall. “Or would you rather I take you right here?”

Harry gasped, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back. Logan growled at that pale neck was exposed submissively, and he leaned forward to suck a dark bruise onto Harry’s pulse point.

He pulled back to look at his mark possessively, planning on leaving them all over the youth’s beautiful body.

Logan’s eyes narrowed as the hickey faded right before his eyes.

“I don’t bruise that easily,” Harry smirked, trying to direct Logan’s attention away from the fact that he had healed instantaneously.

The truth was, with Harry’s pale skin, he bruised very easily.

Bruises just didn’t last more than a few seconds on him…

Logan growled, pulling back and hefting Harry over his shoulder. The youth blinked in shock as he found himself looking at Logan’s broad back, blood rushing to his head as he squirmed a bit.

“Hey!” Harry protested. “I can walk, you know!”

Logan let his hand fall down with a hard “smack”.

“You won’t be able to once I’m done with you,” he threatened.

“Oh,” Harry breathed, shivering at the thought.

“Room?” Logan growled once they got to the top of the stairs.

“First one on the right,” the youth replied, squirming and rubbing his arousal against Logan’s broad shoulder.

Logan let another smack fall on that delicious bottom as punishment.

“Be still,” he ordered, but Harry just smirked and wiggled again.

He wasn’t that easy to control…

“Where’s the key?” Logan asked.

“Front pocket,” Harry replied.

The next second he found himself on his feet, his back pressed tight to Logan’s front, and swaying dizzily as the blood rushed from his head. Logan held him upright with a strong arm around his stomach, and with the other hand he fished the room key out of Harry’s front pocket.

“Oh!” Harry moaned, throwing his head back against that broad shoulder as Logan rubbed his hand against the bulge in Harry’s tight jeans.

Logan chuckled lustily in his ear, sending a shiver down Harry’s spine at the promising sound. The next second, the door was open, and Harry found himself carried inside. Logan set the youth down, and Harry turned to close the door.

The key fell to the floor as Logan pushed Harry up against the closed door, his front once again molding to that beautiful back. The man growled and grinded his arousal against Harry’s lower back,
teasing the youth with the sensation.

“I’m going to take you right here,” Logan growled threateningly in his ear.

Harry whimpered as the man reached around to palm his erection, and his knees would have buckled if not for Logan’s strong form pushing him into the door.

“Bed?” the youth moaned as Logan unbuttoned and unzipped his tight jeans with one hand.

“We’ll get there eventually,” Logan promised.

Logan got Harry’s jeans off and ripped Harry’s shirt down the middle in his haste to remove it. And then he just stopped for a moment to admire the pretty picture the youth made, pressed up against the door and writhing lustily for his touch.

Harry nearly sobbed in need as Logan pressed up against him once more, his jean-covered member pressed tantalizingly against the youth’s bare bottom. Harry’s own erection rubbed against the door, liberally painting it with his pre-cum.

And Logan couldn’t help it…Harry just looked so good.

Felt so good.

Smelt so good.

The Wolverine inhaled deeply, pupils blown in his lust as he rubbed up against that smooth back.

“Please!” Harry begged, hands scrambling against the wood, trying to find purchase where there was none.

Logan smirked and dropped to his knees behind his beautiful soon-to-be lover. He inhaled deeply once again, nosing his way in-between those pale, firm cheeks.

“Oh!” Harry exclaimed, knees buckling as he felt something wet and warm trace the rim of his sweet hole. “Please!”

Logan chuckled at his begging, sending pleasurable vibrations up Harry’s spine. He pushed the youth firmly up against the door, spreading those gorgeous globes wide with his large hands.

And he just stared at the twitched pucker for a second, before blowing teasingly just to watch it wink at him in need. Then he licked broadly from Harry’s perineum to his tailbone, loving the way the youth’s legs buckled in pleasure.

The only thing holding him up against the door was Logan’s grip on his fine ass.

“Logan…” the youth pleaded. “Stop teasing…”

“Tell me your name,” Logan demanded, leaning toward to delicately trace around that sweet pucker.

It was enough to show Harry just how good it could be, but not enough to give him any real sense of satisfaction.

He would have to give in for that…

“No…” Harry moaned, wanted to see what Logan would do when denied.

The man growled, making Harry whine at the vibrations wracking his sensitive hole. Then Logan thrust his tongue forward, piercing that sweet pucker.

It was wet and messy and instinctual. Logan loved the taste and the smell and the way the youth writhed and squirmed on his tongue, torn between pushing back for more of those amazing sensations and pushing forward to grind against the hard wood of the door.

Harry thought he would come just from that. Just from Logan’s tongue in his ass, eating away at him like he was the best thing the man had ever tasted. He could feel his balls draw up…but he just couldn’t quite reach orgasm. He needed more…

Harry brought a hand down to jerk himself off, but Logan caught the movement with his own hand.

The youth would get release from Logan’s body and Logan’s body alone.

He wouldn’t need anything else to satisfy him…

Harry struggled against Logan’s hold, panting and twisting and writhing. He just…he needed…

“Harry!” he screamed in frustration, finally giving in.

Logan pulled back with a growl. He leapt to his feet, unbuckling his belt and pulling his jeans down just enough to pull out his member with one hand while the other pinned Harry in place.

But Harry had no intentions of going anywhere…

He panted against the door, shivering at the sound of Logan’s belt being unbuckled and the zipper being pulled down.

“Harry,” Logan purred, leaning forward to bury his face in that silky hair.

The youth shivered at the sound of his name rolling off that tongue. Merlin, that tongue that had just been in his…

“Harry…” Logan growled again, fisting himself with one hand and spreading his pre-cum over his shaft.

That was all the lubrication this little tease was going to get…

Let’s see if he could really handle him…

“That’s…that’s my name…” Harry admitted, looking over his shoulder to give Logan a sultry look. “Now that you know it, let’s see if I can’t make you scream it…”

“You’re the one that’s going to be screaming,” Logan promised with a smirk, leaning forward to trap Harry against the door with his body.

Harry shivered at the feel of that warm skin against his back, and Logan reached forward to capture his lips in a rough, dominating kiss.

“Ready to be satisfied?” Logan questioned.

Harry tilted his ass back in offering as a response, and it was an offer Logan was only too willing to take.

“Fuck!” Harry screamed as he felt the burn of the giant shaft passing through his sphincter.

Logan smirked, knowing it had to be difficult for the youth to take him. He was so tiny compared to Logan…

“You are so fucking tight,” he murmured pleasurably. “I’m about halfway in right now. You sure you can take it all?”

Harry growled in response, pushing himself back and down, fully enveloping Logan in his tight heat.

It hurt…Merlin did it hurt…but it felt so good too. And Harry knew that if he tore at all, he would be healed in seconds.

He smirked at the thought…He would just enjoy the pleasurable pain now, and there wouldn’t be any consequences in the morning…

“I’m taking it all,” Harry teased. “Can you move or should I push you to the floor and ride you myself?”

“Just shut your mouth and hold on tight,” Logan responded, gritting his teeth against the pleasure and the urge to come.

Harry squeezed his inner muscles in response, and Logan couldn’t help but jerk his hips forward in instinct.

“Fuck me now!” Harry ordered. “Before I go find someone who can…”

Logan growled, pulling out nearly all the way before thrusting forward roughly. Harry just moaned at the painful stretch.

And then he screamed as Logan adjusted his angle and hit his prostate dead-on in the next thrust.

“Right there!” Harry demanded, pushing back on that beautiful, thick cock giving him so much pleasure. “Again!”

Logan smirked darkly, adjusting his angle again just a bit so he hit a little short of the spot – he wanted Harry to beg him for it.

Demands wouldn’t work on the Wolverine.

“What are you doing?!” Harry growled. “More!”

“Beg me,” Logan ordered in response.

“Fuck you!” the youth moaned as the next thrust got just a little bit closer to where he wanted it.

“No, actually, I’m fucking you,” the man replied.

“Well, you wouldn’t know it,” Harry taunted. “I can barely feel it.”

Logan growled deeply at the goad. He wrapped one arm around Harry’s slender waist, using the other to pull him back to he was bent at the waist with his arms braced against the door.

This angle let Logan reach even deeper, and he began to roughly pound the youth as hard as he could.

“You won’t be able to walk once I’m through with you,” Logan threatened, striking Harry’s prostate repeatedly.

Logan used his anger to hold his orgasm back, while his other arm reached around to hold Harry
tightly at the base of his shaft, denying the youth his own release.

“Logan!” Harry whined, needing to come so badly. “Please.”

“Do you need it?” Logan questioned demandingly. “Can you feel it now?!”

“Please!” Harry begged, scrambling against the tight hold.

“Answer me, Harry,” Logan demanded. “Can you feel me?”

He punctuated the question with a hard thrust straight to Harry’s prostate.

“Yes! Yesyesyesyes!” Harry sobbed, willing to give Logan anything if he would just move his hand…

And Logan did, releasing the base of his shaft to reach up and twist one of those pretty pink nipples.

Harry came.

Hard.

Screaming Logan’s name for the rest of the building to hear.

And Logan hissed as those inner muscles clamped down tight on him like a vice, and he couldn’t resist his own orgasm. He emptied his seed deep into that beautiful body, letting that channel milk him for all he was worth.

“Did I satisfy you?” Logan panted smugly, pulling out and turning Harry around.

The youth was covered by his own seed. It dripped down his stomach and chest and there was even a bit on his chin and mouth.

“Not quite yet,” the youth murmured wickedly. “We have an entire night ahead of us.”

Harry smirked like the cat that caught the canary as he reached his tongue out to taste some of the seed that coated his lips.

Logan groaned, leaning forward to capture those full lips in a harsh kiss.

When he pulled back, he had to smirk at Harry’s swollen lips and dazed look.

“You’re filthy,” Logan murmured lowly, lapping at the seed that covered Harry’s chin and neck.

The youth just tasted so good…each and every part of him. Logan bit down on that pale neck until he tasted just the barest hint of blood, pulling back to admire his mark on that fair skin.

His eyes narrowed as the bite mark healed right before his eyes, and he looked up to meet Harry’s nervous expression.

“I…” the youth started. “I…can expain.”

“Can you?” Logan asked darkly. “I just felt your blood in my mouth, and now there’s not even a mark on you…”

He reached one big hand to wipe away the traces of blood covering that pale neck, and he frowned at the unblemished skin.

“I just…I’m a mutant,” Harry admitted, pulling back from the ruggedly handsome man and closing his eyes.

He was ready – Harry figured he’d be rejected at best and beaten to a bloody pulp at worst…

“What a nice coincidence,” Logan smirked.

‘Snikt.’

Harry opened his eyes at the strange sound, and he stared gobsmacked at the three metal claws sticking out of each of Logan’s hands.

“Me too,” the Wolverine said needlessly.

“Wow…” Harry murmured. “That’s much cooler than being able to heal…”

“Isn’t it?” Logan smirked, drawing one of those sharp blades across his own palm and letting Harry witness his own healing ability.

Harry swallowed dryly.

That was just about the hottest thing he had ever seen…

“Pull them back in, please,” Harry requested.

Logan looked at him questioningly.

“I’m going to jump you now, and I really don’t feel like being skewered,” Harry explained.

It was probably the quickest Logan’s claws ever retracted…

The next second he had an armful of squirming, horny youth…

“I want you to fuck me again,” Harry murmured seductively. “But this time take your clothes off…”

Logan looked down to realize that, yes, he still had his shirt and jeans and boots on…he had only unzipped and pulled himself out last time…

Logan moaned as those slim legs found their way around his waist and that pert little bottom ground against his reawakening erection.

“Do I get a bed this time?” Harry asked coyly.

Logan leaned forward to roughly nip at that pouting bottom lip.

“You can have whatever you want, kitten,” he murmured roughly.

And he meant it – he had never wanted anyone the way he wanted this green-eyed sex kitten in his
arms, and he would do anything to keep Harry there…

Harry smiled teasingly as Logan threw him on the bed, watching as the man toed off his boots and rushed out of his jeans and shirt. He licked his lips as all of those gorgeous muscles were revealed, and his eyes were drawn to those beautifully defined abs…

Logan smirked as he watched his lover get even more aroused at the sight of him. He let Harry look his fill, occasionally flexing a muscle or two just to watch those green eyes darken lustily at the
movement.

“How strong are you?” Harry asked breathily.

Logan chuckled darkly, prowling onto the bed and straddling his prey.

“I don’t know. How flexible are you?” he growled.

“However flexible you need me to be,” the youth murmured, pulling Logan down for a passionate kiss.

Logan smirked against those pretty pink lips. Then he pushed Harry’s legs up until his knees touched his chest.

“You’re leaking, kitten,” Logan murmured, looking down in satisfaction at the seed trailing out of Harry’s sweet hole. “And you’re so tight again already…”

“Healing powers,” Harry pointed out.

“Like a virgin every time, then?” Logan questioned teasingly, stopping at the blush that stole over those delicate features.

“I…” Harry stuttered. “I wouldn’t know. That was my first time.”

Logan blinked down at him, shocked. He let Harry’s legs fall to the bed on either side of his body, and he maneuvred them so he was in between them, bracing himself with his forearms on the bed.

“That…that was your first time? Why didn’t you tell me? I must have really hurt you!” Logan exclaimed.

Harry shifted uncomfortably.

“I heal…” he murmured. “And it wasn’t too bad…I liked it…”

“But you were a virgin!” Logan stated, upset at the thought that Harry might not have enjoyed it as much as he pretended.

“Yes, I was a virgin. Not a woman. I have healing powers, and I like it rough, and if you start treating me like fine china I’m going to go downstairs and seduce one of those men in leather…mmph,” Harry’s tirade was silenced by Logan’s lips.

Logan pulled back and stared down at him fiercely.

“Nobody but me is ever going to touch you. Ever,” he growled.

“You’re awful possessive for someone who barely knows my name,” Harry pointed out with a saucy smile.

“I was your first – I’m going to be your only,” Logan stated confidently. “And we can talk about names later, kitten.”

Harry blushed a bit at the nickname.

“I’m not a kitten…” he muttered.

Logan chuckled, leaning down to pepper that sensitive neck with kisses.

“Yes, you are. You’re my little sex kitten,” Logan murmured, laughing when Harry indignantly struggled to get out of his hold.

“I’m not little,” the youth pouted.

Logan was entranced by that jutting lower lip, and he just had to lean down to lick and nibble at it.

“You are compared to me,” he whispered against those sweet lips.

“Can we have sex again?” Harry asked with an innocent look, changing the subject as he pressed his reawakening cock against Logan’s hard shaft.

Logan responded by lining himself up and slipping inch by inch into that tight hole, pulling back to watch as his own seed was pushed out of Harry’s sweet bottom.

“Does it hurt?” he asked softly, watching as Harry’s beautiful face screwed up – whether in pain or ecstasy or a mixture of the two, he could not tell.

“Beautifully,” Harry panted in response. “Fuck me harder.”

Logan smirked and slowed down, thrusting deep and long.

“Logan!” Harry whined, reaching his legs up to lock around that muscular back. “Give it to me!”

“No,” the man responded. “I want to see how long you can last…I can go like this for hours.”

Harry glared at him, green eyes spitting fire.

The next thing Logan knew, he was on his back with his little kitten above him, riding him roughly.

The Wolverine just smirked, grabbed those slim hips, and held on for the ride.
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A few hours later…

“You’re an animal,” Harry panted, collapsing below him on the bed.

Logan smirked.

“Well, the physical marks don’t stay on your body very long, so I had to mark you another way.”

Harry weakly turned his head to glare at him.

“So because you can’t bruise me, you decided to cover me in your ejaculate?” he asked dryly. “It’s everywhere!”

And it really was. Logan released inside Harry the first two times – against the door and when
Harry rode him on the bed – but he had gotten annoyed when none of the marks he left remained on Harry’s skin for longer than a few seconds.

So the third time, when Logan took him from behind, the man had pulled back just as he orgasmed and released all over that slim back.

And the fourth time?

Logan pinned Harry on his back, fucking him long and slow and hard to two mind-blowing orgasms before the man pulled out and jerked himself off, splattering his seed all over Harry’s crotch and stomach and chest – and a bit even landed on his face and in his hair.

The fifth and final time, Logan sat up straight and held Harry in his lap, back to chest, bouncing him up and down until the youth orgasmed for the sixth and seventh times…and then Logan pulled out once more to spray all over that pert little bottom.

“I can’t even move to take a shower,” Harry pouted, squirming uncomfortably. “It’s going to dry like this…”

Logan chuckled deeply, finding a dry spot on the bed and pulling his messy little lover onto his chest.

“I like you like this,” Logan muttered, breathing in Harry’s sweet scent mixed with his. “You smell like me and the seven orgasms I gave you.”

“Don’t get cocky,” Harry murmured. “I’m eighteen. And the healing ability ensures that I can go again almost immediately.”

“Should I suck you off, then?” Logan questioned, blowing hot breath against Harry’s sensitive ear. “Maybe I should see how many times you can go before you pass out…”

Harry whimpered.

“Maybe we should take a shower,” he suggested, squirming out of Logan’s embrace and shakily getting to his feet.

Logan watched smugly as Harry walked to the bathroom door – the seed that was slipping out of and all over him was uncomfortable and making him stride delicately. Logan bounded to his feet, following after his little lover.

After all, Harry would need someone to wash his back…

And get it dirty again…

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“You really are an animal,” Harry murmured sleepily as he dozed on Logan’s chest.

They decided the bed was a lost cause – it would just get them filthy again – so they snuggled up on the small sofa after their shared shower.

Logan just ran his fingers through that jet black hair.

“You like it,” he murmured smugly. “And besides, it’s a good thing I’m an animal. No one else could keep up with you.”

Harry opened one green eye to glare up at him fiercely.

“You’re the insatiable one,” he muttered grumpily.

Logan just thought it was cute.

“Who was the one who came nine times in…” he looked at the clock. “Four hours?”

“Hate you,” Harry murmured into that broad chest. “Your fault.”

“Yes, yes it was,” Logan stated proudly.

“I’m going to sleep now,” the youth stated pointedly. “Shut up and be a good pillow.”

Logan held in his chuckles, not wanting the movement to disturb his sleepy kitten. He tilted his head back against the sofa and stared dazedly at the ceiling.

Life was good…

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Author’s Note: Please let me know what you think so far. I appreciate any comments or suggestions. ^_^

Oh, and let me know if you have any questions. Sometimes I take background knowledge for granted, especially with the X-Men universe…