Warnings : Logan wears a skirt and gets his literal brain fucked off (trust me on this one)

Logan sat on the kitchen counter quietly, it was around 9am and he sipped his iced coffee. He'd decided to accessorise as normal yet this time he wore a black skirt that went halfway down his shin.
And there came some cheery stomps as Remus ran down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Good morning Lo! Oh?" Remus fell silent as he inspected the other, "I like the skirt~" He lifted it up so he could see Logans knees, already an arousing sight.
"Im going to hope my knees didn't arouse you and that you just have a morning erection."
"And you can keep hoping that~" He kissed at his neck and pressed against his crotch, Logan now starting to feel aroused by the obvious horniness of the other.

"I didn't know skirts had something hard in them?~ well, at least yours does, may I have a look?"
"Yes, Remus~ You may~"

Remus carefully lifted up the skirt to see the others hard cock through his boxers, "How about I help you with that, baby?"
"Yes please, Remus."

Remus gently removed the others boxers, despite being eager he didn't want to hurt or toss Logan around, and he lifted the others skirt up for a good bit of access. Logan propped himself up on his elbows back against the counter, Remus moving his legs apart which he was fine with.
Remus took some lube out the snack draw cause mmm tasty and lubed his fingers up, pressing two of the now cold and wet fingers to Logans butthole, earning a gasp and glare from Logan.
"Alright, alright~ I'll stop teasing~"
He pushed the fingers in and began to rock them in and out, steadily scissoring them to the tune of Logans moans and soft sounds. Once he thought Logan had adjusted, which he had, he added the third finger for good measure, finishing the job before pulling them out.

Remus proceeded to lube up his cock and line up with Logans now prepared and stretched butthole, slowly pushing in and listening to Logan grunt and gasp, wiggling underneath him to try and adjust. Once in, he of course gave him that time to adjust, and once Logan gave him the seal of approval it all began to get good.
His thrusts started off quick, knowing logan could take it. Logan moaned out sweetly and steadied himself, looking up at Remus in a lustful daze.
"Oh the way you look at me drives me crazy~" Remus told him, Logan only grinning in a way that showed he knew what he did.

Remus' thrusts got quicker the more Logan teased him with lustful glances, and Logans moans got louder and more needy. And soon Remus was pounding him into the counter, Logans loud moans and their skin clapping together filled the room. Remus' was sweaty yet still able to physically keep up, and Logans glasses were crooked and his hair was tossed up.
And as if it was possible, Remus' fucking got harder and Logan loved it.

Yet with all this build up, comes a climax.
Logan clenched around him as they got to that rough and unlikely stage, releasing against the inside of his skirt with a loud babbly scream of Remus' name, tossing his head back too. Remus growled and muttered insults at him, only things like 'such a little whore' and 'you couldn't wait' which were meant for teasing.
And it didn't take long after that, just as Logan was calming down yet still holding up for the other, for Remus to reach his climax, pulling out and cumming over Logans thighs in a dominant, territorial way.

As they panted and slouched over eachother, messily kissing through their calm down, that was until something caught Logans eye and made him gasped.

"My brain! You fucked it out its seems and off my shirt!" He huffed, picking up the logic brain badge he had stitched on his shirt.
"Guess I fucked your brain out, huh?"
"Dont talk to me, whore."

(Thrust Count : 600+. I'm gonna get through these requests. And this is one of them.)