Remy's head snaps back as he feels Logan's tongue on the most sensitive part of his shaft. His hand moves to the back of the Canadian's head and rubs encouragingly. Moans and purrs spill from his plush lips. "Logan... Logan cher... damn you suck so damn good mon ami..."
His heartbeat surges as he feels the vortex of heat around his manhood. That the man just so recently tortured is here, still alive, not shattered to pieces. The man that refuses to die, to be conquered by whatever horror conspired to destroy him.
"Cher... Logan mon ami... fuck me Logan," he gasped as he unzipped the armor around his torso.