【Wolves】Sugar, Spice, and Good Taste

Today is Valentine's Day, Logan started making all kinds of chocolates early in the morning.Scott, who came to Wolverine in the afternoon, was not surprised to smell a strong aroma of chocolate.

All kinds of exquisitely packaged chocolate cakes are placed in the most conspicuous place of the counter, and the pink packaging boxes are printed with beautiful hearts. A few days ago, some chocolates entered the dessert room, but obviously, they were made by Logan himself Those are the most popular.

Scott sat in the corner, leaned back to rest after writing a scene, the young man adjusted his glasses, the wind chimes outside the store jingled, and young boys and girls came in from time to time to choose gifts.As a novelist who is good at telling love stories, Scott will naturally not let go of such good material.

When it was almost closing time, Logan asked Rogue to leave first. He was a rare good shop owner, and he knew that his shop assistants also wanted to have a sweet holiday.Just as the man was about to hang up the signboard, he saw a hurried boy rushing in. He nodded to the shopkeeper in embarrassment, and then chose a piece of milk chocolate mousse on the almost empty counter.The young man watched the boy's movements, and some very reasonable imaginary scenarios emerged in his mind. Of course, after a while, he found that his attention shifted from the boy who pursed his lips and looked nervously looking at the phone to Standing at the front desk is the shopkeeper carefully wrapping gift boxes with ribbons. Scott smiled secretly to himself, took a sip of the orange juice on the table, let his eyes go, and looked at Logan.

The man in the white apron lowered his head and was doing the work with a serious expression. The pink ribbon flicked back and forth several times at his fingertips, and it was tied into a beautiful bow.

Logan watched his last customer carefully pick up the gift bag and leave, and looked up to see Scott watching him.The man looked around, walked straight over and turned the sign over, then closed the store door, drew the curtain, and walked to the corner to take a look at Scott who was packing up.

Scott looked up at Logan as he undid the ties of his apron, and laughed suddenly.

"What?" Logan asked

"It's nothing, it just occurred to me that you can apply for a job at Butlers in the Buff, which also has a branch in Canada," Scott looked at the man's broad shoulders, those muscles were clearly visible under the clothes, he touched his chin, "95 Canadian dollars per hour." Youth His divergent thinking is very active, there are too many inspirations and imaginations in his head, and the words on the screen are the concrete images of his imagination, all of which Logan knows and likes very much.

"Really." Logan replied, and then he looked at Scott with an inexplicable smile, but after a while, he frowned as if remembering something and said, "Today is Valentine's Day."

"So?" Scott looked up slightly at Logan's furrowed brow, waiting patiently and curiously for his older lover's next words.

Logan hesitated, walked into the back kitchen, and then the man came out with a white food box in his hands, and he put the box on the table. Scott looked at it carefully. There were no complicated patterns on the box, and there was no wrapping ribbon. It looked a bit simple, hardly like a gift box.

Staring at it, he definitely couldn't know the meaning of this gift, so the young man opened the lid of the box. When he saw the gift, the corners of Scott's mouth twitched. He seemed to want to suppress his laughter. After all, this was a gift carefully prepared by Logan, but that It was too... beyond his expectation.

On the oiled paper in the box is a handful of Desert Eagles.

Yep, a handful of desert eagles made out of chocolate.

The moment Scott saw it, a lot of things went through his head, such as Logan's nightmare, such as why his Valentine's Day gift would be a full-scale pistol about six inches in length-even though it was made of chocolate.

But Scott didn't ask anything, he looked at Logan's equally troubled expression, got up and said he went to wash his hands.

Logan, who gave the "strange" gift, also blamed himself secretly. He looked at the chocolate syrup and thought about it for a long time when he was making it. All kinds of molds were placed on the operating table, and they were actually made into those cute animals or plants. He is very good at it, and the worst peach heart is also very common.When he started making it, he always remembered the joke Scott once made about the pastry chef looking like an arms dealer. After Logan came back to his senses, the shape he made made him want to bang his head on the oven, but the man still gave up on himself It seems that the gun has been carefully and perfected.

Scott came back and carefully picked up the handle of the gun. It may be that some special materials were added to the chocolate, and it didn’t melt away quickly. Logan carved a lot of details on it with a knife or other utensils. The pistol looks very delicate. It was so realistic that Scott didn't even dare to touch the trigger, and the hollow part looked as if it would break if pressure was applied.

"That's really…" Scott's mouth curled up, and then he looked up at Logan, opening his mouth to take the chocolate barrel into his mouth.The sweet milk and cocoa aroma instantly permeates the taste buds, and the herbal fragrance mixed in it should be the special formula to prevent it from melting too quickly. Scott licked the front end of the gun barrel, and the hot and humid mouth quickly melted the hard-looking candy. A soft grunt came out of the young man's throat, and he continued to eat.

Scott was simply tasting it, but Logan couldn't convince himself to think the same way, the man saw Scott's bright red tongue brushing the edge of the chocolate, the cheeks that were slightly sunken from sucking, the young man's lips showing when he bit the chocolate The white teeth, and the movement of his fingers. Logan felt himself warming up, watching Scott's every move, had he ever said those innocent little sweets would become sensational between Scott's fingers?

When Scott ate the chocolate to his heart's content, he just wanted to talk to Logan about his feelings, but Logan bent down and grabbed his hand, licking the syrup that melted on the young man's fingers into his mouth.Slender fingers entered the warm mouth, and Logan's flexible tongue curled around Scott's knuckles. At the same time, the man licked the fine texture of the fingertips with his tongue, carefully devouring every remaining sugar liquid. Logan closed his eyes slightly, and Scott looked at the handsome profile of the pastry chef, the man's beautiful eyelashes were overgrown.When Logan finished eating the chocolate syrup in the young man's hand, he let go, then leaned forward, naturally tilted his head to avoid the cover of his glasses, and kissed Scott's lips.

Scott leaned on the back of the chair, Logan bent his legs and pressed his knees against his crotch, his hands pressed against the young man's shoulders, and the rich aroma of chocolate blended between his lips and teeth. There was still a sense of reason deep in Scott's consciousness urging him to stop, he didn't want to do it in Wolverine, Scott's fingers under the man's ribs tightened a bit, the young man's muffled voice was barely audible between kisses. Logan sensed the refusal and just bit his lower lip reluctantly, letting go of the grip.

They went up the stairs in Wolverine, and they staggered into the bedroom as they pulled each other's clothes to Jim's disapproving cries from being woken up.

When they lay down on the bed and successfully faced each other naked, that poor sense was destroyed by lust.The two eagerly used their bodies to feel each other's presence, and the satisfaction of entangled limbs made Logan sigh comfortably.The man directed his hand to reach the drawer of the nightstand for lube and condoms, and then Scott gasped and moved his body: "Logan."

"Huh?" Logan lowered his head and kissed his forehead, and put the things he touched on the counter, "What's wrong?"

"I went in for a full physical the other day. Well..." Scott's voice shaky as Logan comforted his lower body. "The doctor said he couldn't be healthier."

"So?" Logan tightened his grip on his genitals, resting his smooth thumb on the tip of his genitals, gently poking up the sensitive coronal sulcus. Logan was satisfied to hear the young man inhaling continuously, and the fingers on his waist were gradually tightening. The man asked, "I'm also healthy, do I need to show you the checklist?"

"I know." Scott shook his body, his voice was breathy, "I mean...um...then we don't need condoms..." This sentence made Logan's movements pause for a moment, and the sudden cessation of pleasure made him Scott frowned impatiently, and then he continued: "You can...stay inside..." After finishing speaking, he pursed his lips, as if feeling a little shy, and his cheeks that were already flushed with emotion added a little bit of embarrassment. There was a trace of crimson.

In answer to Scott, Logan leaned down to give him a deep kiss.The slippery tongues were entangled with each other, the breath was hot, and the kiss was so lingering that Scott snorted unconsciously. Logan kissed the corner of his lips one last time, then moved himself down a little, he thought for a while and let go of the hand holding Scott's lower body, the pleasure of being forced to stop made the young man straighten his back involuntarily. Logan pressed his legs with one hand, let his legs separate, scooped up the lubricant with the other hand, and directly invaded the acupuncture point after the fingers were completely stained. The young man subconsciously wanted to close his legs together, but Logan just used the hand that pressed his legs. force to keep him open.

Logan slowly pushed himself into Scott's body, and the folds of the hole were forcibly stretched by the giant invasion, and the painful and stagnant entry made Scott whimper stifledly. Logan gasped and stopped, stroking Scott's tense side back and forth, feeling the person beneath him sucking in air and forcing himself to relax.The man lubricated with the pre-cum from his cock, and pounded the tight vagina inch by inch. He longed for more intense friction, but gave up the idea because of Scott's tightness.

The unhindered union is so close that Scott is content with this unscrupulous bond in spite of the pain. Logan gasped and waited for Scott's response. He felt that the youth under him was like a piece of butter heated in a pan, soft, hot, sticky and fragrant.He touched Scott's slightly slippery skin due to sweat, and imagined himself as a piece of chocolate, leaning over his body, and then melting together because of Scott's heat until they became one.

What happens when butter and chocolate are churned together? Logan didn't know why he suddenly thought of this, but the dignity of being a pastry chef made him come up with the answer in a mess of thoughts, probably chocolate truffles.

Scott could feel the hot genitals embedded deep inside him, the huge and hard organ pressed against the sensitive nerve endings on the inner wall, he subconsciously shrank his body, and Logan let out a low gasp.

"Scott?" Logan asks hoarsely, and when Scott nods, he starts pumping incessantly, rolling over that sweet gland each time, making Scott shudder and tighten.The young man's legs were clamped on Logan's waist, and they pressed closer together. The beating frequency of the heart at the place where the chests touched seemed to be consistent. The intense pleasure generated at the joint made the blood rush to the brain. Some tinnitus.

"..." Scott mumbled something, but the English was shattered by Logan's impact. Logan gasped and kissed Scott's ear, slowing down the pace, speaking with a strong lust: "What did you say?"

"You smell...like a bar of chocolate," Scott snorted, his voice rising a degree with a ferocious lunge. Logan didn't answer, just kissed and bit his neck and smiled lowly in the crescent of his neck.

Under the accumulated pleasure of Logan running over the sensitive point several times in a row, Scott finally twitched beyond the critical point and vented out. The body fluid spattered the lower abdomen of the two of them in a mess. The young man hadn't recovered from the aftertaste of the orgasm and was too sensitive. The inside was still filled with Logan's cock, and the burning and fullness were very distinct. Panting low, Scott opened his legs wide to bear the man's final sprint. The pleasure from the tailbone ran along the spine to the back of the head, and the unresponsive weakness made him groan.When Logan shot the scorching body fluid deep into Scott's body, the strange touch of being poured made the young man sigh hoarsely, the muscles of his legs twitched, and even his toes curled up.

The vented cock was still buried inside, Logan enjoyed the feeling of being tightly wrapped by the warm inner wall, hugged Scott tightly, kissed his sweaty temples, and his heartbeat like a drum gradually calmed down a little. Scott ran his fingers through Logan's hair, smoothing his short, equally wet locks.

When Logan left, he heard the sound of slippery water, which made Scott purse his lips. The man wrapped his arms around his waist, stretched down his spine, and slid his fingers between his buttocks, stroking his smooth fingertips. place, followed by a smooth penetration of a finger, Logan's recovery was surprisingly good, but this time Scott didn't resist. Scott moved his body and adjusted his posture. This time, Logan smoothly re-embedded into the young man's body with the help of the remaining fluid.

By the time Logan half-hugged and half-hugged Scott to clean himself up, it was already late at night. Scott fell asleep almost as soon as he touched the bed. Logan hugged him sideways, held his wrist, and then closed his eyes.

The next day, Scott woke up a bit late, but when he woke up Logan was at home and hadn't gone to Wolverine.The young man was sitting at the dining table, with delicious cinnamon rolls and bacon chicken sandwiches on the plate in front of him, but his eyes were all on Logan, who was half leaning on the table, raising his eyebrows at him.

Logan is naked, wearing only a white half-length apron. His broad shoulders seem to be able to carry everything. The firm muscles that are as strong as mountains are exposed in Scott's eyes, and the exuberant body hair is docile on his chest and lower abdomen. .Noticing the curve of Scott's lips, the man made a "please" gesture.

Apparently, he remembered Scott's joke about the naked butler last night.

"95 Canadian dollars an hour, I can't afford it." Scott raised his mouth and looked at Logan, knowing that Logan was responding to his teasing yesterday.The young man looked at Logan's strong and beautiful figure, which was comparable to a Greek sculpture, with admiration, and then exclaimed in admiration.

"I don't want a salary." Logan smiled and stroked the back of Scott's neck, then turned to the counter to continue his breakfast cooking, "I'm the boss myself."

"Ha." Scott stared at Logan's sleek back and hips behind him, and licked his lips.

"Where's my Valentine's Day present?" Logan asked with dissatisfaction as he watched Scott eating breakfast slowly.

"Valentine's Day is over." Scott swallowed the last bite of food, and drank his juice slowly.

The man stood up to collect the dishes and put them in the dishwasher, he turned and propped himself up by the dining table, and asked, "At least I can get something else?"

Scott stepped forward with raised eyebrows, gave him a good morning kiss, and then the trail of the kiss followed the meridians in Logan's neck all the way down.

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