Adrian’s lips brushed against Logan’s temple, his breath slow and sure. “Tell me to stop if you want. If it’s too much, if you don’t like it, whatever the reason. Just tell me, and I’ll stop.”
Logan nodded, his throat too tight, his chest too full.
Adrian wasn’t finished. “Lo.” A little firmer now, his voice laced with quiet insistence. “I mean it.”
Logan swallowed and finally found his voice, soft but certain. “I know. I will. Adrian,it’s us.”
Adrian exhaled against his skin, his lips curving faintly as he whispered back, “It’s us.”
And that was everything.
Adrian’s hands roamed over Logan’s back, fingertips tracing the lines of his body, memorizing him like scripture. He shifted above him, balancing himself on one arm while his other hand slid lower, cupping Logan’s ass with a reverence that sent a shiver through Logan’s spine.
“I love this ass,” Adrian muttered, squeezing gently, his fingers pressing into firm muscle, the skin silky beneath his roughened hands. He groaned, low and guttural, leaning in to bite at the curve of Logan’s neck. “Dammit, Lo, I want to taste you.”
His mouth was hot, insistent, a slow burn against Logan’s skin. He sucked at the sensitive spot beneath Logan’s ear, his teeth grazing just enough to make Logan gasp, his body arching instinctively beneath him. Adrian was patient, teasing, giving him just enough to feel the heat, before pulling back, leaving him wanting.
The yacht hummed beneath them, the gentle rumble of the engine blending with the rhythm of the waves. The wind curled around them, warm and salty, the scent of the ocean mixing with the musk ofsun-warmed skin. Logan closed his eyes, letting himself sink into it, into this moment, this touch, this man.
Then Adrian pulled back slightly, bringing his fingers to his lips, wetting them slowly, thoroughly.
Logan swallowed, his body taut with anticipation, every nerve alive as Adrian’s fingertips ghosted over his skin, tracing the curve of his lower back before sliding lower, lower—
Adrian’s breath caught.
He moved with care, with intention, his wet fingers grazing the rim of Logan’s entrance, teasing, just a whisper of sensation before retreating, before returning.
Logan trembled beneath him, his breath hitching, a soft sound spilling from his lips. Not just from the touch, but from the way Adrian touched him, like he mattered, like this mattered.
Because it did.
“How’s that?” Adrian asked after a moment, his voice low, his focus entirely on Logan. Those whimpers were music to Adrian’s ears, a melody he could never tire of, the most beautiful soundtrack to his life.
“It’s… weird,” Logan admitted, his voice trembling, “but good.”
Adrian smiled against Logan’s shoulder, sliding his finger just barely inside, testing, coaxing. When he withdrew, he brought the finger to his lips again, wetting it with his tongue. Logan’s body tensed beneath him, on the brink of coming undone at the sight. Adrian hovered above him, one hand glistening with a mix of his own saliva and Logan’s essence, the other intertwined with Logan’s, grounding him in the moment. Adrian’s focus was absolute, his entire being concentrated on making Logan feel good.
“I want to make you come like this,” Adrian said, his voice reverent, as if confessing a secret to be taken by the wind. He leaned down and captured Logan’s lips in a kiss, the angle awkward but perfect in its imperfection.
Adrian slowly slid his finger back into Logan’s body, swallowing the moans and whimpers that spilled from Logan’s mouth. The wind and waves seemed to swell around them, a private symphony that muffled their sounds and wrapped them in its embrace.
“Shit, Ad—” Logan panted, his body arching beneath Adrian’s touch. “Keep going. Please—fuck, fuck…” Logan moaned as Adrian’s finger moved slowly inside of him, feeling the pressure in his opening, the fullness of just one finger inside.
Adrian moved his finger with a steady rhythm, in and out, each motion sending Logan spiraling further into a state of bliss. He kissed Logan’s collar, nuzzling the nape of his neck, his breath hot against Logan’s skin. “You take my finger so well,” Adrian rasped into Logan’s ear, his voice dripping with praise.
Logan shuddered violently, a soft cry escaping his lips. Adrian had discovered, over their many nights together, that Logan craved praise; it unmade him, left him pliant and eager beneath Adrian’s hands.
“I want to eat you out,” Adrian murmured. “You taste so fucking good, Lo. I almost came in my shorts just from the small taste I got.” His words spilled into Logan’s ear, sending shivers cascading through Logan’s body, his mind lost in the sensation, in Adrian’s voice, in the pull of the tides within him. Adrian exhaled slowly, his breath warm against Logan’s shoulder, his fingers moving with the same measured reverence as a man tracing the edges of something sacred. He didn’t rush, didn’t demand. He just explored, letting Logan feel every soft press, every teasing graze, everymoment of giving before taking away. “I want to open you out with my tongue, to lick you, and then gag on your thick dick.”
Logan’s body trembled, his skin slick with sweat and sun, as Adrian continued to guide him through waves of pleasure, each one building toward something vast, something infinite, something utterly consuming. “You’re incredible,” he whispered, his voice heavy with awe, with hunger, with something deeper than either of them could name. “You are perfect, every inch of you is perfect. Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Adrian’s voice was hushed. His lips traced Logan’s spine, slow and deliberate, as his finger was plunged deep in Logan’s ass. “You drive me crazy, Lo. You’re so damn beautiful, you don’t even realize it.”
Logan let out a shaky breath, his body melting into Adrian’s touch, into his words.
“Say it again,” Logan murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he was afraid to ask for too much, his body vibrating with need and lust.
Adrian smiled against his skin. “You’re perfect,” Adrian repeated, just as tenderly, raspy voice dripping with longing. Adrian was more than happy to praise Logan all day long, knowing that he would do it for the rest of his life if needed. “You drive me wild. I am horny twenty-four seven because of you.”
Adrian’s pace quickened, his finger moving with purpose as he explored Logan’s body, searching for that elusive, magical spot. The moment he found it, Logan’s entire body tensed, his breath hitching sharply. Adrian was relentless, pressing and rubbing against that spot with precision, his movements filled with both care and hunger. “Yes, moan, whimper for me. I want to hear you. You look so hot right now, taking my finger andenjoying it. You are so fucking hot, Logan. I cannot wait to eat you, to fuck you with my tongue. Fuck, I want you in a bed right now.”
