Logan gives Remus a lap dance.
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"A what?"
"A lap dance, you know..."
Remus had gladly gone into a long-winded explanation of what lap dances were despite Logan conceding that he now knew what that was with a red face. He'd only agreed to shut up when Logan agreed to, well, give him a lap dance.
So, Remus sits there, smiling devilishly, as a steady beat hums through the room, eyes gladly wandering as Logan pulls layer after layer off of his clothing.
Then he has a lapful of a prettily pink Logan, fingers twirling in his hair, lips against his skin.
Logan's a quick learner.
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Sanders Sides Drabbles #4
FanfictionThe fourth installment of mostly smutty drabbles for Sanders Sides. Find the previous parts on my profile.
