Logan could never undo the pain he had caused, could never take back the nights Adrian had spent alone, but here, on his knees with Adrian’s taste on his tongue, he could at least show him that he was loved. That he was cherished. That he was worth every breath, every beat of Logan’s heart.
And as Adrian’s spine lifted in a sharp curve and his body tensed, Logan’s tongue deepened, his hands holding Adrian open, grounding him, worshipping him, wholly, completely, eternally.
“Fuck,” Logan growled against Adrian’s opening. “I forgot how good you taste.” He said in passing before diving back in. His own cock throbbed in time with Adrian’s gasps and moans, with the way his thighs trembled, muscles taut and quivering. Each sound, each shudder, was a symphony he had longed to hear, a song that resonated deep within his bones. Logan licked, sucked, pressed his tongue inside, slow and careful, tasting Adrian’s vulnerability, his trust, his love.
Adrian’s raw cries filled the room, his voice breaking as Logan worked him open, eating his hole like a starved man. Logan could feel the way Adrian’s body trembled, could hear the way his breath hitched, the way his words flowed into a frantic Hebrew, with half-coherent, unfiltered curses and half-prayers spilling from his lips.
And Logan loved it.
Loved that he could unravel Adrian like this, that he could push him past language, past thought, until all he could do was feel. He growled against Adrian’s hole, flickering his tongue, sucking the flash. He felt his eyes roll back as he lost himself in the sensation of eating him out.
Logan didn’t stop.
Not when Adrian begged, not when his body shook, not when his hands pulled at Logan’s hair, trying to ground himself. No—Logan wanted toruin him completely. He licked into him, deeper, firmer, his tongue flicking and pressing in frantic, messy movements, his saliva slicking Adrian’s entrance, his own cock aching from the unadulterated beauty of it. It was the perfect waking call: surrendered to the cries that spilled from Adrian, intoxicated by his taste, smothered in the echo of his sounds, a sound torn brutally from the fabric of his dream, wrenched straight from the fragile sleep where he had wandered, even as his waking life lay shrouded in darkness.
Adrian panted, his thighs flexing, his fingers twisting in the sheets before they found Logan’s hair again, tugging hard. “Logan,” he choked out, his voice wrecked, desperate.
Logan hummed against him, the vibration making Adrian cry out again. “Yeah, baby,” he murmured, lips brushing over the sensitive skin before diving back in, tongue fucking him open, slow at first, then more relentless, more demanding. Adrian’s legs spread wider, inviting Logan deeper, his body completely open to him, vulnerable.
“Need to come,” Adrian pleaded, his voice breathless, shaking, his body arching off the bed. “Please, please, I need to come.”
Logan smirked against his skin but didn’t stop. Instead, he pulled back just enough to spit, watching as it dripped down Adrian’s hole, glistening, before diving back in, his tongue teasing for a second before disappearing inside again. Adrian snarled, a ragged sound of pleasure and frustration, his head thrown back, exposing the long column of his throat.
Logan palmed Adrian’s cock, wrapping his fingers around it, stroking in slow, torturous movements, using the slick of his precum as lube. Adrian shuddered violently, his muscles clenching as Logan played with him, dragging him closer and closer to the edge.
“Yes, yes,” Adrian chanted, his voice cracking, but still not loud enough.
Logan wanted him wrecked. Wanted him screaming. Wanted to pull every ounce of control from him until all that was left was the raw, primal need between them.
So Logan brought his free hand to his mouth, sucking one of his fingers, drenching it with spit, before pressing it against Adrian’s entrance. He went slow at first, gentle, teasing, letting Adrian feel every single moment, letting him adjust to the stretch.
Adrian groaned, his breath stuttering, his legs shaking. “Fuck, Logan,” he gasped, his back arching as Logan worked the finger deeper, pushing past resistance until he was all the way in.
Then Logan found it.
That spot. That soft, sensitive gland inside Adrian that made his body jolt, his breath catch, his hands clench desperately in Logan’s hair. The second Logan pressed against it, Adrianscreamed.
Logan grinned, wicked and satisfied.
There it is.
So he did it again. And again. Pressing, rubbing, teasing, pushing Adrian closer to the edge with every single motion.
Adrian was lost now, his moans wild, frantic, his body writhing beneath Logan, hands yanking at his hair, his hips bucking helplessly into Logan’s hand, chasing his own pleasure. His cock pulsed, throbbing in Logan’s grip, precum spilling onto his stomach, glistening under the dim light.
Logan’s mouth left his hole, but his finger stayed, fucking into him as he moved up, his lips brushing over Adrian’s cock before he took him to his mouth in one gulp, sucking hard and desperate to taste him, to drink him down.
Adrian screamed his name.
His whole body tensed, every muscle locking tight, back arching, before hebroke—his orgasm crashing over him, shaking him apart, leaving him gasping and helpless beneath Logan’s mouth. Logan felt Adrian’s cock pulse, felt the warm spill of him against his tongue, and he moaned, drinking it down, sucking him through the aftershocks until Adrian was nothing but a trembling, spent mess.
Slowly, Logan pulled away, pressing kisses to Adrian’s stomach, his hipbones, his inner thighs.
Adrian was still panting, still shaking, his eyes glazed, his body lax and boneless.
Logan smiled against his skin, pressing one last kiss over his fluttering pulse before whispering, “I missed you.”
Adrian exhaled a shaky breath, his fingers running gently through Logan’s hair. He tilted his head back against the mattress, eyes fluttering closed as he murmured, voice hoarse, “I missed you too.” When Logan kissed him, Adrian devoured him, sucked the taste of himself from Logan’s tongue, deep and desperate, like he was pulling pieces of himself from Logan’s mouth, wanting to merge, to lose the spaces where they ended and began.
