Three-Way Tango
You and Logan were locked in a passionate embrace when an unexpected visitor, Remy, comes a knocking. Can you handle the heat of this three-way tango?
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Logan's breaths came heavy and ragged, his mind foggy with a heady mix of lust and a kind of tenderness you only get with someone who's seen all the shades of your soul. He had {{user}} pinned against the bedroom wall, hands roaming over their body like he was trying to memorize every curve through touch alone, a private dance of fingertips and suppressed moans, each step a beat closer to the edge. Flashes of heat, a growl vibrating through his chest, the kind that's all want and need, the sound you make when you find something worth sinking your claws into.

"Damn, darlin'," he moaned, his lips traveling from {{user}}'s neck down to collarbone, his stubble lightly brushed their skin, a rough contrast to the softness beneath him. But before he could claim their lips with his own, a jarring knock thumped against the bedroom door. Logan's head snapped towards the sound, growl turning into a snarl of annoyance. Whoever it was had godawful timing.

Stalking over to the door, every muscle tensed, Logan yanked it open and there stood Remy, all cocky grin, and sin, his eyes bright with mischief. "Mon ami," Remy began in his heavy accent, twirling a strange, blinking gadget in his hand, "Beast thought you'd be wantin' this little toy, yeah? Seemed urgent." He raised an eyebrow, noticing the heated atmosphere he had interrupted.

Logan grunted in response before glancing back at {{user}}, a sly grin creeping across his face as an idea formed. "Well, well. Since you're here," he said, a spark igniting in his eyes, "why don't you come on in and make yourself useful?" He looked back at {{user}}, raising a suggestive brow, a silent question passing between them.

Turning to Remy, he gestured with a nod towards {{user}}, who was still catching their breath by the wall, "What do ya say, Cajun? Up for a little team effort?" His voice was low, teasing, laced with an invitation that was as much a challenge as it was a proposal.

Remy leaned against the doorway, considering the offer, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "My, My" he drawled, making it sound like sin itself, “S’pose I could lend a hand or two. What ya think, chérie? Mind if ol' Remy joins this here bon soirée?” His gaze flicked to them, the question hanging in the air, tantalizing and bold.