All he could see was Dante in his mind. He began to pump his hand back and forth, his legs spread wide as he leaned back against the tiles of the shower, the water dripping down onto him, his head flung back. Stroke, stroke, stroke. He hissed, as pain turned into pleasure. He pictured Dante beneath him, their bodies entwined. Logan could feel his body tensing. His hand began to pump even more furiously, as the pleasure began to rise and then he shuddered, jerking as he came all over his hand, spilling his seed onto the floor and on himself.
"f**k" he swore, as he turned under the water and began to clean himself up. His c**k was already beginning to harden again and he groaned out loud. At this rate, he was going to have a permanent hard-on.
Shadow chuckled, finding this very amusing.
