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Hank made a content little noise as Logan nuzzled against his bare chest. He lifted a hand to card his fingers through Logan’s unruly hair, gentling out a few knots as he went. Jas’ hair had recently begun curling around her ears, and she’d insisted that they get an expensive conditioner that Ororo recommended. As Jas’ hair appeared to be naturally curly, they had happily relented to the woman’s wisdom and gotten an entire list of supplies.
Last night, Logan had used it by mistake. Hank still believed that he had absolutely nothing to do with the mix-up—if Logan couldn’t keep his eyes to himself long enough to read a product label, that certainly wasn’t Hank’s problem—but it had resulted in Logan’s hair feeling exceptionally soft as they’d drifted to sleep.
Now, a mere twenty hours later, it was once again a tangled mess. He had no idea how the other man managed it, but it likely had something to do with his insistence on running through the woods on a daily basis. Truly, the namesake Wolverine was rather fitting.
No matter. Hank did enjoy working out the tangles as they laid together like they were now, so he could only grumble so much in his own mind.
He was drawn back to the present when Logan’s chin began to dig into his chest. Hank moved to cup the back of Logan’s neck, lacing his fingers through the longer strands of hair as he looked down.
Only Logan wasn’t looking at him. His eyes were gently shut as he breathed deeply. Hank made a querying noise as Logan’s head kept moving, his chin brushing against his nipple before he tilted his head down.
“Logan—” he began curiously, only to cut himself off when Logan took a long, deep inhale.
“I fuckin’ love the way you smell, blue,” Logan groaned, his voice a deep, rumbling purr that made Hank feel a little hot and bothered.
“Jeez,” he muttered, twisting his fingers around the strands of hair he’d been petting through as Logan began to nose at his underarm. “Logan.”
He tugged gently, glad when Logan immediately moved to follow him. Easily, he pulled Logan up for a kiss who returned the affection greedily, shifting around until he was properly straddling Hank’s waist in a way that made it very clear Logan really enjoyed the way he smelt.
Gods, was he ever glad the girls had their own room.