“Do whatever you want babe, this is for you. And no pressure, I’ll tell him to fuck off if your done. Even if he’s mid pump.”
Tommy shot a smile to Logan before burying his face in the pillows.
Logan knew Tommy was exhausted, its been a long go, and the last one went pretty rough. He crossed the room and opened the door.
And the air shifted.
Logan felt something new then.
Not arousal.
Nerves.
The man standing there didn’t smile immediately.
He didn’t scan the room hungrily.
He stood tall, taller the Logan. Controlled. Green eyes steady. Blonde hair pushed back like he’d run a hand through it on the way in. An army of Butterflies did somersaults in Logan’s stomach while Thor filled the doorway without trying.
He stepped aside to let him in.
Tommy hadn’t looked yet.
He was still facing the bed, ass up in the air. It was inviting.
Logan moved back toward him automatically.
His hand slid along Tommy’s spine, grounding.
The man stepped closer.
Slow.
Measured.
No rush.
Logan watched the way his gaze landed on Tommy’s ass, not scattered, not hungry. He was the only man tonight who didn’t come off as rushed.
Much to Logan’s surprise the blonde giant dropped to his knees and shoved his face in Tommy’s hole. Tongue circling the entrance and pushing in slightly. Tommy head jerked up and a moan escaped his mouth. Logan took up position at the head of the bed next to Tommy and held him, wrapping his arms around the small framed man.
A deep inhale followed by a low growl escaped the blonde giant, it was enough to get Logan’s cock ready as well.
This man was focused, and thoroughly enjoying stretching Tommy’s hole.
Tommy’s body reacted differently to this man then the ones before.
Logan saw it instantly.
The subtle arch in his back.
The deeper inhale.
The way his fingers tightened against the sheets and Logan’s shirt.
Tommy hadn’t seen him yet.
Hadn’t even turned his head.
