Iggy moves into Logan's space like he lives there. His hands rest against his broad shoulders, his legs spreading.

Iggy looks down and grins, imperfect asks joyful.

"It's a lewk. Here, you just need to find the part..."

He drops a hand to artfully twitch the material apart, revealing one long pale thigh. His hands then begin a thorough exploration of Logan's chest. He thumbs his nipples.

"What do you like to be called? So I know what to yell."