"Want you to," Logan panted as he rocked back and forth, trying to find something like a rhythm again as he drove himself onto Oz's cock, fucking into Oz's hand. "Wantyou, Oz. Please."
Oz growled, the hand on Logan's hip shifting to clutch at his chin, holding him still while Oz licked and bit at Logan's neck. His hips slammed into Logan's and Logan moaned, quivering as Oz fucked him flat against the tile wall.
"Like this?"
"Oh god," Logan gasped, "Yes. Yes, yes, yes, fuck, Oz!"
The walls of the bathroom drummed with Logan's hoarse panting. Of Oz grunting as he thrust into him. Of the sucking sound of Oz's cock rutting between Logan's thighs. Of his hips slamming into Logan's ass with a wet, meatysmack.
"Listen to that," Oz laughed, his hand firmly gripping Logan's throat. "Damn, we sound filthy."
"Yeah," Logan agreed in a high, thready keen; ears filling with the simple, primalharmony
"You like being fucked, straight boy?" Oz taunted, though there was hardly any heat to it now.
And… it was hard to remember he was, when they were like this. Here, it was easy to pretend; easy to imagine what it might feel like to take Oz's cock for real. To have it sliding inside him, opening him and owning him; those hips pounding against Logan's own as Oz took him, claimed him, marked him deep.
"Answer me, Logan," Oz growled into Logan's ear, thighs slamming Logan's ass, driving Logan's cock into Oz's fist and his chest against the wall. "You like getting fucked? Does this pretty little ass of yours dream of taking my cock?"
"Oz!" Logan gasped out the only possible reply to that, which held everything and nothing inside the tiny word. Swallowing anything else back as Logan felt his balls draw up tight, his orgasm barreling toward him. "Fuck, Oz, I —"
Lock it down, came a voice from far away.Be a man. Don't show weakness. Don't act like a target. Don't give him an excuse to notice you
"What do you want, Logan? Tell me what you want."
"I don't — "
But Oz's hand slipped around Logan's throat and squeezed, trapping the lies so only the truth could slip free.
"Ffffuck — " Logan's voice was ragged, his balls tight, his cock rock hard, his whole body trembling. "F-fuck me, Oz. Please."
"Logan?"
"D-do it," Logan panted, abruptly filled with a deep-seated urge to press his legs tighter together, pushing his ass back, hands and chest braced against the wall. "Fuck me, Oz. I want you to give it to me."
"Oh,hellyeah," Oz promised, adjusting his angle and grip into something that sent Logan's thoughts flying, soaring into the air. "Fuck, you're a treat. You're gonna come from this, aren't ya?"
Logan just moaned, because yes —Yes, he was.
He could feel it building now, a white hot core igniting in his gut, right at the base of his spine. Oz's grip on his throat tightened, sending Logan higher, Oz's mouth and teeth flashing at Logan's neck only fanning the flames. A sharp bite sank into the meat of his shoulder, Oz's cock heavy and solid as he fucked Logan's thighs —
"That's it, Logan. Doing so good," Oz breathed in his ear, "Now, let go."
Yeah.
Yeah
With firm, steady strokes, Oz worked him; each glide of his palm sending Logan higher and higher. Until suddenly, Logan jerked in Oz's grip, lights flashing in his eyes as the fire in his belly surged free. Grunting hoarsely as his orgasm ripped through him, Logan's entire body bent into a bow; lifting him off his toes as Logan's cock erupted in thick streaks of cum to paint the tiles of the shower in stripes of milky white.
"Oh fuck, Logan," Oz gasped, his hips slamming forward, his hand leaving Logan's throat to slide down to his belly in a more steadying hold. "You're so fucking hot. I'm close."
"Oz," Logan choked out. "Oz."
Oz groaned, his fingers digging into Logan's hip, his cock thrusting desperately. And then —
"Turn around!" Oz hissed.
"Huh?" Logan responded muzzily as Oz stepped back hastily.
