Logan frowned. "Oz…"
"Do you trust me?" Oz asked, a little more seriously.
"Yeah," Logan realized. "I do."
And he did. Even with their deal, no matter how much of an unexpected pain in Logan's ass Oz could be, he'd kept to their rules. And for all the fucked up stuff they'd done, Oz hadn't pushed when Logan said 'no'.
Oz had earned his trust and then some. There was something deeper woven through that thought as well, a thread both terrifying and hungry. It wasn't a string Logan wasn't sure he was ready to tug on quite yet, though, for fear of what might unravel.
"Okay." Oz grinned, leaning in to give Logan one last quick kiss. "Then turn around and drop 'em, straight boy."
Needing no more encouragement than that, Logan spun, shoving his sweats down to his thighs before letting his forehead press against the rough surface of the brick wall.
"Free balling it, Logan?" Oz murmured, his voice thick with an obvious grin as he palmed the globes of Logan's ass. "Pretty slutty of you."
"Just did laundry. Given what you said earlier… Seemed like a waste of clean boxers," Logan shrugged. He was trying not to sound as nervous as he felt, here with only a wall of tissue paper blocking the sight of them from anyone who might walk into the very public room.
Fuck, he was getting hard just at the thought of it.
"That's what I'm talking about," Oz purred, squeezing Logan's buttocks firmly. "Fucking look at you. So needy and easy, and ready to let me do anything I want to you."
"Oz…" Logan shivered as Oz's hands pulled his ass cheeks apart, now feelingreallyexposed.
"Shhh," Oz whispered as Logan's neck heated up, sensing the weight of Oz's gaze centered on — onthat.
He jumped as the wide pad of a finger — Oz's thumb? — brushed over his hole, the muscle flinching and contracting.
"Wha — what are you…"
But then something thick and slippery was circling around the rim of his ass, and suddenly it was incredibly obvious justwhatOz was doing.
"Fucking hell!" Logan whimpered, his knees buckling as his cock jumped eagerly between his legs. "Oz! Are you seriously — ? Ah!"
Logan gasped as what could only be Oz's tongue lapped gently at his hole, the tight muscle tingling with the unfamiliar sensation.
"Holy fuck," Logan managed, his heart pounding a staccato rhythm against his ribs as the pleasure of it washed over him.
Oz merely grunted, his hands tightening on Logan's hips as he laved at the sensitive skin with his tongue.
Logan couldn't help the soft moan that slipped from his throat as Oz's hand gripped Logan's cock.
"Jesus, I want to fuck you," Oz said, before licking a warm, wet line up the cleft of Logan's ass.
"You are not — ah, fuck — you are not fucking me," Logan groaned. His whole body was shaking, trembling with the effort it took not to push his hips back, seeking more of the incredible things Oz was doing to him. "No —"
"Penetration. I know," Oz murmured, his lips ghosting along the skin. "Your loss."
And Logan's thoughts were too muddled to do anything but agree, gasping as the thick, wet heat of Oz's tongue circled the rim of his hole.
"Oh God," Logan moaned, thumping his fist against the wall.
Oz didn't answer. Or maybe he did, his words a low rumble of vibration that Logan could feel all the way down to his bones.
"Oh, God," Logan gasped, unable to keep his hips from rocking forward, then backward, desperate for more of Oz's mouth, his hand, his… everything.
He couldn't stop his eyes rolling back, or his mouth from falling open. He couldn't stop his cock from aching, his ass from clenching. He couldn't stop his entire world from narrowing to nothing but this.
"Oz. Oz, please. Please, please, please," Logan babbled. "Do it."
