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"If we are being purely objective here - which is stupid, by the way," Kurt points at Logan here, mock reproaching, and Logan gives a fond little huff in response. "There are a lot of purely physical things I love about you."
Logan raises his eyebrows teasingly at this. Kurt smacks him with his tail.
"Mind from the gutter please! That is not what I meant and you know it, you fiend."
"What else was I supposed to think?"
"If you would let me finish you would know!" This is punctuated with another smack, and Logan laughs, a loud, boisterous thing that jolts Kurt on his spot upon Logan's stomach.
"As I was saying, there are many physical aspects I love. I like the way you kiss."
"Yeah?" Logan shifts a bit to get comfortable, lifting his head to look at his man a little better. Kurt is lovely in the afternoon sunlight, and he's even lovelier when he's like this, all smiley and sweet and goofy. Even if he is making it hard to breathe by sitting on him.
"Do not look so smug now, meine liebe, I am aware you know you kiss well. That is one fact. You also smell nice." This startles another laugh out of Logan. "You do! I would think you would understand this better, with your pointy nose-"
"Sharp." Logan says, a little weak from the laughing.
"Bitte?"
"You mean my nose is sharp."
"Whatever." Kurt says dismissively, waving his hand in the air. "The fact remains the same, and that fact is that you smell nice."
"Elf, I smell like cigar smoke."
"Cigar smoke and leather, and I like it!"
"I'm beginning to think you're biased."
"I am simply a man of taste, Logan." he says primly. "Even if my taste involves men who do not know how to stop interrupting me."
Logan grins. "I'll stop, I promise. Anything else on that list of yours?"
Kurt sits quietly for a moment, thinking.
"Your hands." He says finally. "I love your hands."
"My hands." Logan repeats, his voice flat.
"Yes."
"...why."
"They are good hands, Logan. Big, solid, strong hands." Kurt's voice is calm now, gentle. He lifts one of Logan's hands from his side, brings it up to run a finger over his knuckles, over too-smooth palms and fingers. "Dependable hands."
"Hands that kill." Logan rasps.
"Maybe so."
"And you love them anyway?"
"I love you, your hands and your scent and the way you kiss are all just parts of you, are they not? I was trying to be objective here, Logan." His mock sternness seems to snap Logan out of whatever self deprecating spiral he was about to send himself into.
"Oh, pardon me." He manages to tease. "Sorry I interrupted your poetic waxing about my bruiser fists and my excellent kissing technique."
"I take it back. I do not love you anymore. I am selling you on e-bay."
Logan barks a laugh, and Kurt smiles victoriously before leaning on his forearms to press a kiss to his lips.
"If I wax poetic about your bits too will you promise not to sell me on e-bay?" Logan murmurs when they part. Kurt grins. "I'll take that as a yes. Let's see..."