Kurt fidgeted, then started pacing quickly.
"Hey." Logan tried to interrupt him, but he wasn't even sure if Kurt was hearing; he looked like he might bolt any second.
The next time Kurt passed in front of the van, Logan grabbed him, pinning him up against the grate for a kiss.
Kurt responded frantically, pulling Logan closer as if he wanted to crawl inside his skin, one leg thrown around his waist, his tail curling around Logan's leg, and both hands clutching hard enough to briefly leave bruises.
Logan worked his mouth down to Kurt's neck, biting along the tendons that stood out sharply. Kurt hissed and held Logan's head closer, arching back over the hood, pressing his hard cock into Logan's stomach.
Logan growled and pulled Kurt's shirt out of his jeans and up to his armpits, his hands rucking up the fur he couldn't see. It was strange, making love to this image of someone else who felt like Kurt, smelled like Kurt -- he bit down on one nipple, startling a cry from him -- tasted and sounded like Kurt.
Logan sucked and played with the nipple, bringing one hand up to cup and press Kurt's cock through his jeans. Kurt whimpered and thrust against him, and even as a part of Logan's brain whispered, This is crazy, that they could be seen by anyone driving by, Logan unfastened Kurt's fly and yanked jeans and pants down, shoving Kurt the last few inches up onto the hood and leaning down to swallow his cock.
Kurt's hands thumped once on the hood and scrabbled for a moment before he sunk his fingers into Logan's hair and held on tight. Logan took as much in as he could, learning the angle and technique that worked best, sucking strongly up and down the shaft, rubbing his thumb along the underside where his mouth couldn't reach.
Kurt writhed beneath him, hips twitching as he held back thrusts, breath coming in huge gasps. Logan cradled his balls in his free hand, rolling them with his fingers, and the hands in his hair pulled painfully, urging him away. Logan ignored them. Instead, he rolled Kurt's foreskin between his fingers and lightly bit at the sensitive head.
With a strangled scream, Kurt came, body stiffening and twitching as if he had touched a live wire. His come his Logan's cheek and lips, and he opened his mouth to catch the rest, pleased at the salty warm taste. He rubbed his face over Kurt's stomach, letting the invisible soft fur finish clean him, then returned the favour, licking all traces of the seed from Kurt's limp body and softening cock.
Logan gently tucked Kurt back in and pulled his clothes to rights, resolutely ignoring his own body's demands.
Kurt lay for a moment where he was, then slowly slid to his feet, letting Logan steady him. His hair and clothes were mussed and his eyes still slightly glazed, but the panicky energy had drained out of him, and he sighed and held Logan close.
"Better?" Logan asked.
"Much," he agreed.
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