If someone heard him…
Oz chuckled, leaning back to adjust his footing for a moment, before feeding the head of his cock into the channel between Logan's inner thighs with a satisfied grunt.
Logan shuddered at the sensation of his roommate's cock sliding along his taint.
"Fuck,Oz," he breathed, "What are you —"
"Keep your hands on the wall and press your legs tight together for me now, honeybuns," Oz interrupted, leaning forward to nip at Logan's shoulder.
He did as Oz ordered, clenching his body around Oz's cock, and — oh.Oh, that was…hmm.Interesting.Especially combined with the way Oz was mouthing at Logan's neck as he thrust hard, the thick length of his cock sliding between Logan's thighs?
"Like that?"
"Y-yeah."
"Me too," Oz said, his forehead pressed firmly against Logan's shoulder. "Fuck, yes. Who knew a jerk like you had an ass this sweet? God, Logan, you feel so damn good."
Yeah, Loganwasfeeling pretty good just then. He bit his lip to keep from moaning as Oz's cock rubbed against Logan's taint every time his roommate thrust against him.
Logan startled as Oz's hands slid up his arms, fingers threading through Logan's where they were still held flat against the tile, as ordered. His breath hitched as Oz's lanky frame seemed to cover him, not a lick of daylight between their skin as Oz pressed Logan tight against the wall.
Hips thrusting hard and steady, the noise Oz's body made slapping against Logan's was loud and obscene. It echoed off the shower tiles in sync with the beating of his heart, the drag of air into his lungs, the rush of blood thundering away in Logan's ears.
He groaned at the loss as one of Oz's hands released his, sliding down his arm to palm across Logan's chest. His stomach clenched in anticipation as Oz's fingers pressed on, exploring the plains and dips of Logan's belly as Oz continued down, down, down.
Logan gasped as Oz's touch skimmed along the tops of his thighs, trailing over the join of Logan's legs a hairsbreadth away from his cock, his balls. It was so fucking frustrating — and so, so very good — that when Oz finally,finallyceased his teasing to wrap his fist around Logan's cock? Logan felt like he could've cried from relief.
"You're going to kill me," Logan muttered as Oz's hand began working Logan's cock in time with each thrust.
"La petite mort," Oz replied, random nerd that he was.
"What?" Logan scowled, only recognizing the 'petite' part, which... Yeah, not exactly what you wanted to hear from a guy with his hands on your junk.
…person. What you want to hear from aperson,Logan corrected himself. Because it wasn't as if he wantedto have aguy'shands on his cock in the first place, was it? Except then Oz chuckled low and deep, teeth catching at Logan's neck, and —
"Oh," Logan moaned, his entire body quivering with the sensation.
"How's that, hmmm?" Oz panted, his forehead pressed into Logan's back, breath hot on Logan's back. "Tell me what you need."
"I…I…" Logan was gasping, his chest heaving, legs shaking around Oz's thrusting cock, his own cock alive in Oz's hand. Holy fuck. Why was it so hard to think, to say the words, to —
"Say it," Oz growled, his teeth grazing Logan's shoulder. "Come on, Logan. I wanna hear you say it."
And… it wasn't quite an order, was it? But damn if it wasn't easier for Logan to pretend it was.
"My — my neck," Logan whimpered, hating himself for saying it out loud, his cheeks burning, his cock leaking precum over Oz's hand. "Bite my neck some more?"
Oz's hips stilled, cock still buried between Logan's thighs. His fingers were gripping so hard at Logan's hip, they dented the skin.
"Say it again."
Logan shuddered.
"Please," he begged, thoughts all tangling up in the grip of Oz's unmoving fist. "Oz, I— I can't. I want —please, I —please."
"Shhhh," Oz soothed, nuzzling his nose against the soft skin behind Logan's ear, "I'll do anything you want, Logan. Anything. Just tell me what you need."
"…Move," Logan whispered.
