His hand slid down, wrapping around Logan’s length as if his hand grazed the ethereal. Logan gasped, his head tipping back, a raw sound escaping his lips that made Adrian throb with need.
“I need to taste you,” Adrian crooned. The things he craved were not merely a desire but a deep calling, something that surged through his veins like molten fire, reverberating in his chest, igniting a yearning for Logan that no torrent could extinguish. He pressed soft, wet kisses along thelength of Logan’s cock, each one slow and aching, his breath warm, his lips tender.
Then he took him into his mouth, starting with just the head, tongue circling, teasing, before swallowing him deeper, inch by inch, until Logan was buried fully, his tip brushing the back of Adrian’s throat.
“Fuck,” Logan moaned, his voice hoarse, his hands flying to Adrian’s hair, fingers threading tight. His hips moved without thinking, a helpless thrust into that velvet heat, into the warmth of Adrian’s mouth, so hot, so perfect it nearly undid him.
There was an overpowering beauty in witnessing Logan fall in surrender to the softness of the mattress, a quiet void of voices and reason, as Adrian became the one to bring him pleasure.
“Ad—” Logan choked on the name, his voice breaking. He thrust twice more, unable to help himself, wanting to get lost in that sensation more and more, savoring it—savoringhim—before he pulled Adrian back, panting, quivering.
“I don’t want to come yet,” he managed to get out as his chest was rising and falling just the way it did when he surfaced from deep underwater.
Adrian nodded, his lips wet, his eyes dark with desire and love and something deeper, somethinghungry. He wiped his mouth slowly with the back of his hand, gaze never leaving Logan’s cock, then flicked his eyes up with a look that made Logan’s knees weak.
“I could live off the taste of you,” Adrian whispered, and Logan swore his heart stopped. “I missed it so much.”
When Adrian climbed back over him, Logan caught the wicked glint in his eyes, and before Adrian could settle, Logan smirked and rolled them over in one fluid movement, pinning Adrian beneath him.
He kissed him again, it was hungrier now, deeper and more consuming, his hands pressing into Adrian’s sides, feeling the heat of him through his clothes. He rocked against him, his own bare skin dragging over the rough fabric of Adrian’s jeans, feeling where he was already hard beneath the constraint, already aching for more.
Logan’s kisses drifted lower, sliding over Adrian’s chest, his ribs, his stomach. He lingered over the bruises that marred his lover’s skin, kissing them softly, whispering against them, “You’re perfect.”
Because for Logan, he was.
Bruises and all. Scars and all. The past and all.
Adrian was everything.
He had always been.
Logan quickly removed Adrian’s jeans and boxers in a fluid movement, pausing briefly to take off his shoes and socks before biting Adrian’s toe playfully, earning a giggle from him. He let the fabric fall away and tossed it aside, exposing the warm, golden skin beneath. He took his time kissing his way back up, his lips tracing a path over Adrian’s thighs, his stomach, the sharp lines of his ribs, savoring every inch, taking every touch so he would never starve for it again.
“Be right back, don’t move,” Logan murmured against Adrian’s lips, stealing another kiss, before pulling away.
Adrian let out a breathy chuckle, his accent curling around his words. “Like there’s anywhere else I’d rather be.”
Logan smirked and slipped off the bed, hurrying toward the walk-in closet where their suitcases sat, untouched since they had arrived. His hands moved quickly, unzipping his bag, pulling out the little plastic bagthey had bought at the pharmacy in the airport, a quiet promise made in the space between then and now.
He retrieved the small bottle of lube and the box of condoms, the weight of them in his hands a reminder of all the nights he had dreamed of this, of Adrian beneath him again, skin against skin, nothing between them but heat and love and the desperate need to make up for lost time.
When Logan returned, he didn’t hesitate—he crawled back onto the bed, back over Adrian’s body, pressing him into the mattress with his weight, their mouths crashing together in a kiss that tasted of urgency, of devotion, of years spent waiting.
Their hips found each other instinctively, a rhythm neither had forgotten. Logan rolled against him, grinding down, and the friction sent a sharp, aching pleasure shooting through him. The sound Adrian made, those breathless moans, only spurred him on, made his movements more frantic, more desperate, as their cocks slid together, trapped between their bodies, slick with heat and sweat and Adrian’s saliva that still coated Logan’s cock.
“Fuck,” Logan gasped against Adrian’s lips, moving harder, his entire body trembling from restraint, from wanting more, from needing everything.
Adrian’s hands found Logan’s hips, gripping them tight, his fingers pressing bruises into his skin as he stilled him, stopping the movement with a quiet groan.
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to come,” Adrian panted, his voice wrecked, his lips curved into a breathless smile. “It’s been a long time for me.”
“How long?” Logan asked, too fast, too sharp. The words escaped before he had a chance to reel them back, before he could soften the demand buried in them.
He hadn’t given much thought to Adrian being with another man, hadn’t let himself dwell on it, on the inevitable, on the reality of time moving forward even when his own heart had been frozen in place. But now, with Adrian beneath him, with their breaths mingling and their bodies pressed together, it felt like something theyhadto talk about.
The questions burned in his throat like salt rubbed into an open wound, forcing his heart to wail with that threnodic song Adrian had soothed not so long ago.
Who?
