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Scott calls for a "bedroom meeting," as everyone but him likes to call it. Meetings happen when one of them wants to discuss sexual matters, like new kinks they want to try, or, more frequently, about how Logan keeps forgetting to shave his balls even after repeated requests. Logan, Jean, and (Y/N) sit on their bed, looking at Scott to see what he wants to talk about. He's all red and fidgety, so they can only assume he wants to discuss incorporating a new kink into their bedroom activities. Scott clears his throat, his fingers fumbling with the hem of his shirt as he looks at each of them in turn. Logan raises an eyebrow, his expression a mix of amusement and concern. Jean simply gazes at him, her face serene but expectant.
"So," Scott begins, "I've been thinking..." He trails off, looking down at his lap. Logan leans forward, curiosity getting the better of him.
"What is it?" he prompts.
Scott takes a deep breath. "I want to try...bondage," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. Jean's eyes widen in surprise, but there's also a glimmer of excitement in them.
Logan's lips quirk up in a smirk. "Bondage, huh?" he says. "Interesting choice."
Scott looks up at them, his expression hopeful but unsure. "Would you guys be into that?" Logan shares a glance with Jean and (Y/N) before looking back at Scott.
"We'll do whatever makes you happy, Scott," he says, his tone serious.
Jean gives him a playful elbow nudge before turning back to Scott with a soft smile. "We'll make it fun," she assures him. And Scott knows they will. He trusts them implicitly, and that knowledge alone makes him more excited than he ever thought possible.
(Y/N) kisses his cheek, asking, “Do you have a preference for being tied up or being the one doing the tying up? Because I took an online shibari class a few years ago, so I know some basic knots.”
Scott blushes even deeper under (Y/N)'s kiss, a spark of arousal igniting in his chest at the thought of being bound by her skilled hands. He looks at Jean and Logan, gauging their reactions before he speaks again. "I...I'd like to be tied up," he stammers out, feeling vulnerable yet eager.
Logan's smirk grows wider, but there's no mockery in it - only anticipation. "Well," he drawls, "looks like you've got a knot master on your side, Summers."
Jean gives him an amused look. "Yes, he has," she agrees, "but I think we should take things slow, make sure everyone is comfortable."
Scott nods, grateful for her understanding. "I trust you all," he says sincerely.
Logan's gaze darkens, something primal flashing in his eyes. "Good," he rumbles, "because once you're tied up, Scotty, you're ours to do with as we please."
Scott shivers, his cock twitching in response to Logan's possessive tone.
Jean's smile turns seductive. "And we will take very good care of you," she promises, her hand coming to rest lightly on Scott's knee.
They spend the next hour discussing boundaries, safe words, and different scenarios they might want to explore. By the time they're done, Scott feels a sense of excitement and anticipation unlike anything he's ever experienced before. He knows this is just the beginning of a new chapter in their relationship - and he can't wait to see where it takes them.
They agree upon a date to try it out, and when Scott comes home after work, the apartment is cast in a dim glow. Candles float in the air, courtesy of Jean's telekinesis. Speaking of Jean, she's finishing up dinner, sirloin steak. (Y/N) is setting the table, looking stunning in a little black dress he's never seen before. Jean is wearing a similar outfit, her hair in two twin buns. Logan is conspicuously nowhere to be seen, though. (Y/N), noticing Scott’s arrival, takes his jacket, leading him to the table, where four plates have been set up.
She murmurs, “He's probably still struggling with his tie…”
As if on cue, the sound of fabric ripping and colorful language can be heard from the bedroom. Logan steps out, holding the shredded remains of a yellow tie. He surprisingly cleans up nice, though his hair is still in the untameable kitty ears. He's wearing a blue button up and slacks, a far cry from his usual flannel and jeans.
Scott is surprised and awed that they’ve all done this much just to explore his new kink. The sight of (Y/N) and Jean dressed up so beautifully, the warmth of the candlelight, and the tantalizing aroma of dinner cooking hits Scott like a tidal wave of love and gratitude. This is what he never knew he always wanted - a family who accepts and cares for him, who would go out of their way to make sure he feels cherished and safe enough to explore his desires
Jean pouts playfully. “Logan, I just bought that…”
Logan rolls his eyes good-naturedly at Jean's pout and tosses the ruined tie aside. "It's just a tie, bub," he says, walking over to her and pressing a rough kiss to her temple. Scott can't help but smile at their banter. He's still getting used to this version of Logan - one who is tender and caring despite his gruff exterior.
They all sit down at the table, and Scott can hardly believe this is real life. As they enjoy their dinner together, the conversation turns back to tonight's activities. Jean picks up on Scott's nerves, and she reaches over to gently squeeze his hand.
"Remember," she says softly, "it's all about trust and communication. If you need us to stop, just say so."
Logan nods in agreement, his expression surprisingly serious. "And we promise to make sure you enjoy every second," he adds, his gaze flickering towards (Y/N) and back to Scott.
Scott takes another deep breath, steeling himself for what's to come. He knows they will take care of him, and the thought alone sends a thrill racing through his veins.
After dinner, they retire to the bedroom, where (Y/N) has prepared a few surprises of her own. She pulls out a ruby-red length of silk rope, woven with ruby quartz just to be safe, but sets it to the side. Instead, she brings out some velvet-lined handcuffs.
“I know you said you wanted to be fully bound, but this is a good starting point,” she begins. “We'll do handcuffs and no blindfold first, then, if you end up liking it, we can move up to hands and feet tied, then hands and feet with a blindfold. It's all about small increments, especially since you've never done this before.”
All three of them look surprised after she’s finished. It appears she knows a lot more about this stuff then she initially let on.
Scott's heart pounds in his chest as he watches (Y/N) lay out the velvet-lined handcuffs. He'd never imagined her being so knowledgeable and confident about something like this, but he finds it incredibly sexy.
Logan raises an eyebrow, looking intrigued. "Who knew our little (Y/N) had a kinky side?" he teases, but there's genuine curiosity in his voice. (Y/N) blushes prettily, and Scott can't help but lean over to kiss her cheek.
"Thank you," he whispers, his breath hot against her ear, "for taking care of me like this."
Jean nods in agreement, her eyes filled with warmth and admiration for their youngest partner. "Yes, thank you, (Y/N)," she says softly.
(Y/N) smiles, her hands trembling slightly as she reaches out to take Scott's wrists. (Y/N) fastens the cuffs gently, making sure they aren't too tight. Logan watches the whole process with rapt attention, his gaze hungry and approving. Once Scott is secured, Jean moves closer, reaching out to him in his mind. “Relax, love. We're here for you.” Scott nods, taking another deep breath as he tries to calm his racing heart.
Logan steps forward, his rough fingers tracing over Scott's jawline. "You look good like this, Slim," he growls, leaning in for a possessive kiss. Scott melts into it, feeling his arousal spike even higher. They take turns exploring his body, (Y/N)'s touch feather-light and teasing, Jean's firm and reassuring, Logan's rough and demanding. And through it all, Scott knows he's safe, cherished, and loved - by three extraordinary individuals who understand him better than anyone else ever has.
(Y/N) has Scott lay back on the bed, and secure his wrists to the headboard with a small carabiner clip. When she straddles his hips, her dress rides up just enough for him to see that she's got a matching black lace pair of panties with garters connecting to her stockings. She notices him staring and she chuckles, blushing. “These were more for myself than for you. Had to get into the mindset, y'know?”
Logan's gaze lingers on (Y/N)'s lingerie appreciatively before shifting back to Scott's face, his lips curling into a feral grin. "Damn, Scott, you're one lucky son of a bitch," he says, voice low and husky with arousal.
Jean moves to stand beside Logan, her hands resting lightly on his shoulders as she looks at Scott with a soft smile. "Indeed he is," she agrees. Scott can feel their combined desire for him like a physical force, and he shivers with anticipation.
Logan leans forward, his breath hot against Scott's ear as he whispers, "Ready to see how good it can get?" Scott nods, his pulse quickening as he feels Logan's fingers begin to unbutton his shirt. Jean moves closer, her own desire clear in her eyes as she helps undress him, her fingers skimming over his bare skin.
(Y/N) straddles Scott's hips, her body pressing tantalizingly close to his. "Remember," she murmurs, "we'll take things slow. Just enjoy the ride." Logan moves around to stand next to (Y/N), his gaze never leaving Scott's.
(Y/N) starts grinding down onto him, feeling his bulge start to swell up through his slacks. Truth is, he's been half-hard since she put the cuffs on him. He hates not being able to touch her, but she seems to know just what he wants, when he wants it. Jean and Logan are going to mostly sit this one out, since (Y/N)’s the rigger.
She sweeps her hair away from her back, tilting her head down, asking, “Logan, can you be a dear and unzip my dress for me?”
Logan obliges, his strong fingers deftly unzipping the back of (Y/N)'s dress. It falls open to reveal the black lace bra and matching panties beneath. Scott groans softly at the sight, his hips bucking involuntarily beneath (Y/N)'s weight.
Logan's gaze lingers on the exposed flesh before moving back up to meet Scott's eyes, a wicked gleam in them. He steps closer to (Y/N), his hands sliding around her waist as he leans in to whisper something in her ear. Scott can't hear what he says, but (Y/N) giggles and nods before standing up. Logan gives her ass a playful slap, causing her to yelp and jump away.
Jean watches the whole exchange with an amused smirk, her hand moving to stroke Scott's cheek. “Don't worry, love, we'll both have our turns.” She moves to stand beside Logan, her fingers tracing over Scott's bound wrists. “Just relax and let her lead.”
(Y/N) pops open the button of his slacks, sliding the zipper down excruciatingly slowly. (Y/N) keeps a close eye on his expression. “Remind me of your safeword again?”
Scott's breath catches in his throat as (Y/N)'s fingers work at his pants. He's never felt so vulnerable, yet so alive. He looks up at her, his eyes heavy with lust and trust. "Ruby," he manages to say, his voice strained.
Logan watches from the side, his hands clenched into fists as he struggles to hold back his own desire. He wants nothing more than to tear into both of them right now, but he knows this moment belongs to Scott and (Y/N). Jean's fingers continue to stroke his wrists, offering comfort and grounding.
Sliding his pants down to his knees, (Y/N) palms his bulge, feeling it throb under her fingers. “Good, you say that at any time, and it'll be full stop, no questions asked. I'll also be using the stoplight system with you, remember?”
Scott nods, his eyes never leaving (Y/N)'s face. He can feel her warmth radiating off of her as she touches him, and his cock twitches in response. Jean can sense the flood of emotions coursing through him - excitement, nervousness, arousal. She squeezes his shoulder gently in support, while Logan's eyes narrow with desire as he watches.
"Green means go, yellow means slow down, red means stop," (Y/N) continues, her voice husky with lust.
Logan leans in, his lips brushing against Scott's ear. "You won't need to use that safeword tonight," he promises, his voice thick with desire. Scott can feel Logan's erection press against his hip, and he moans softly, the pressure making him ache even more.
Jean reaches out to stroke Logan's arm, reminding him to give Scott space. Logan grins wolfishly but steps back, allowing (Y/N) to continue exploring Scott's body.
(Y/N) kisses the lean expanse of muscle leading to his bellybutton. The muscles are rigid and taut under her lips, like a rubber band about to snap. She traces his happy trail, murmuring, “For someone who takes body hair hygiene so seriously, you seem really proud of this little thatch here.” He flushes, and she continues. “I like it, though. Makes you seem rugged.”
Her lips find their way down to the waistband of his briefs, pulling the elastic back with her teeth then letting it snap back into place. He groans, his hips flexing upwards. (Y/N) caresses his hip, smiling coyly. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
Scott's mind is a whirlwind of sensations, each touch and word from (Y/N) sending sparks of pleasure racing through him. When she pulls at his waistband with her teeth, he can barely contain his moan. Jean, ever the nurturing one, sends calming waves of reassurance through their mental link, helping him remain centered amidst the torrent of desire.
"I want..." Scott begins, his voice straining. "I want you to...to make me beg." Jean's hand moves to cover her mouth, stifling a surprised giggle at Scott's bold request. Logan's grip on Jean’s hip tightens, his thoughts filled with approval.
(Y/N) smirks up at Scott, clearly pleased by his response, and Logan can't help but admire the way she handles them all. He leans in, pressing a rough kiss to Scott's cheek. "Good choice, Slim," he growls before stepping back to watch the show, his own arousal evident in the bulge straining against his slacks. Jean gets on her knees to relieve some of Logan's tension. She fishes his cock out of his pants, immediately putting her mouth to work. (Y/N) tilts Scott's chin back towards her.
“You want me to do to you what she's doing to him?” He nods quickly, and she chuckles. “Use your words, dearest.”
Scott's eyes are locked onto Logan's face as Jean's lips wrap around the other man's cock. He can see the raw pleasure etched across Logan's features, and it drives him wild with need. "Yes," he finally gasps, his body trembling with anticipation.
Logan's eyes flash with lust as he watches Jean pleasure him, but he never breaks eye contact with Scott, his thumb stroking the edge of Scott's plump bottom lip. "Tell her what you want, Scooter. Don't hold back," Logan encourages, his voice husky. Jean looks up at Scott through hooded eyes, a soft moan vibrating around Logan's length.
Scott's cock aches for release, but he knows better than to rush this moment. He licks his lips, tasting the salt on his own skin from earlier. "I want you to suck me off," he says, his voice strong and sure.
(Y/N) smiles wickedly, her tongue flicking out to trace the head of his cock before taking him fully into her mouth. Scott moans, his head falling back as he gives himself over to the exquisite torture of her talented lips and tongue.
Logan's grip on Jean’s hair tightens even more, his own hips thrusting gently as she continues her ministrations. The combined sensations send him spiraling towards climax, but he knows they're not done yet.
This is just the beginning.
Now that she's got her mouth on him, (Y/N) can't imagine coming up for air ever again. Since Scott eats fairly healthy, his cum isn't as bitter and salty as Logan's is. Lapping at his head, she takes him from root to tip and back again. His wrists strain against the handcuffs, wanting to touch her so bad.
Logan watches intently as (Y/N) devours Scott, her mouth working him expertly. He can feel Scott's pleasure through their link, and it only heightens his own arousal. Jean's mouth is still wrapped around Logan's cock, her tongue swirling around the head in a rhythm that matches (Y/N)'s movements. Logan's fingers thread through Jean's hair, guiding her as he loses himself in the sensations.
Scott's eyes are squeezed shut, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fights not to cum too soon. Jean moans around Logan's length, her own arousal building as she feels Scott's pleasure mounting. "Fuck," Logan groans, unable to tear his gaze away from (Y/N)'s lips wrapped around Scott's cock. "You're doing such a good job, bub," he praises him, his voice rough with desire.
Scott's hips buck involuntarily, and Jean looks up at him with concern. “Careful, don't push her too far,” she warns telepathically, reminding him of (Y/N)'s boundaries.
Logan can feel Scott's orgasm building, and he leans down to press a kiss to Jean's forehead. "Get ready," he warns her silently, knowing she'll need to catch Scott when he falls apart.
Just as his balls begin to draw up, she stops. He gasps out a whine, looking at her like she's just kicked a puppy. She grins, splaying her hand out across his taut abdomen.
“You said to make you beg for it. So beg.”
Logan can practically hear the wheels turning in Scott's mind, the struggle between pride and desire. Jean's grip on Logan's cock falters for a moment, her eyes wide with surprise.
"Beg?" Scott repeats, his voice hoarse with need.
Logan chuckles darkly, enjoying the sight of his usually stoic lover so undone. Jean sends a wave of reassurance through their link, reminding Scott that begging doesn't make him weak, it just means he trusts them enough to be vulnerable.
Scott takes a deep breath, his gaze meeting (Y/N)’s. "Please," he finally whispers, his voice cracking. "Please, (Y/N). Make me cum."
Logan's heart swells with affection for the man who's let him into his life in ways he never thought possible. Jean's mouth resumes its work on Logan's cock, her movements slow and teasing as she watches Scott's struggle. Logan leans forward, pressing a tender kiss to Scott's temple. "That's it, Slim. Just let go."
Scott closes his eyes, focusing on (Y/N)'s hand still resting on his abdomen. "Please," he repeats, louder this time. "Please, (Y/N). I need it."
Logan can feel Scott's desire building through their connection, and he knows it won't be long before (Y/N) grants his wish. Jean looks up at Logan, her eyes filled with lust and love as they share a silent moment of understanding. This is what they've all been waiting for, the perfect balance of power and trust in their unique relationship.
(Y/N) whispers, “Good boy…” right before taking him all the way into the back of her throat.
He cums with a shrill moan, his thighs locking her head in place. (Y/N) swallows every last drop until he's whimpering, squirming from overstimulation. She pulls off with a gasp, immediately grabbing the key and unlocking the cuffs, bringing his arms down slowly so as to not accidentally pull a muscle. She rubs his wrists soothingly, cooing about how good he did. “Shh, shhh... it's alright, Scotty. It's over, you did amazingly.”
He's a little teary, on an emotional high after such a big release. Jean's eyes fill with tenderness as she watches (Y/N) care for Scott, her lips curving into a soft smile around Logan's cock. Logan groans at the sight of Scott's vulnerability, his own desire surging as he feels the remnants of Scott's orgasm through their link. "That was..." Scott trails off, his voice thick with emotion as he looks at (Y/N) with a mix of gratitude and wonder.
Jean moves to gently stroke Scott's inner thigh as (Y/N) releases him from the cuffs. Logan's hand tightens on Jean's shoulder, groaning at the loss of her mouth. He knows they're not finished yet, not by a long shot.
"Fuckin' incredible," he finally says, his eyes never leaving (Y/N)’s face. "Thank you," he mouths silently to (Y/N) before turning to Logan, his own desire clear in his gaze. Logan grins, leaning forward to claim Scott's mouth in a bruising kiss.
Jean pulls away, letting them have their moment before standing up gracefully and moving towards (Y/N). She wraps her arms around the younger woman's waist, pulling her close and kissing the side of her neck. "You're next," she murmurs, her breath hot against (Y/N)'s skin. Scott's eyes flash with lust as he watches Jean claim (Y/N), his spent cock twitching pathetically.
(Y/N) makes eye contact with Logan. “Get some water for Scott, love. He's gonna need it.”