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Staggering backwards, Logan growled and bit down on Donald's bottom lip. Sucking lightly on it until it was slightly swollen and puffy.

"That bother you Donald?" he asked as he caught his breath, knowing he'd pushed a button and wondering just how much harder he could press it. ...And wondering just what Donald would do if he did. "Don't you want to know what it was like? Don't you want to hear all about it? Maybe we should ask him to join in sometime. I bet he'd just love that... I know I would."

He wasn't sure what would happen next. If Donald would laugh and agree, or if he'd really lose it. Maybe he'd storm off and break things off again. Maybe he'd laugh and they'd tumble in to bed together. Or maybe, just maybe, Donald would surprise him somehow.

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There was a relief to it; a madness that had found them exercised by what they'd done. He laughed, a breathy, relieved sound, finding that he felt saner, more himself. Kissing Logan, his hands moved, fingers twining in hair, brushing over his neck and shoulders. "I told you. Distraction."

Of the very best sort.

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Logan laughed, the sound louder than he meant it to be as he fumbled around blindly for a towel and cleaned them both off as best he could manage.

"Stay," he said quietly. "Tonight, just... stay here, yeah?"

It was too hot for blankets, and Logan kicked them to the floor before slipping under the sheet and tugging it up to cover Donald as well.

He didn't wait for the other man to agree even, he just draped an arm around him and held on. He didn't know how early or late it was, and he didn't care. He just wanted to lay there with Donald a while longer, oblivious to the rest of the island and the people on it.