Logan tried to be careful, as mindful of Oz's comfort as Logan would be with a girl. But Oz grunted, pulling back.
"Logan, when I say 'fuck my face', I'm not looking for a gentle stroll on the beach," he growled. "I'm telling you to choke me with this dick."
"You — You are?" Logan couldn't help the shudder that rolled through his body. The thought of doing exactly what Oz was describing made him positively ache for it.
"You can do it, straight boy. Come on. Show me what you've got," Oz demanded, before sucking Logan's cock deep again, his crown bumping against the back of Oz's throat. Hands tugged at Logan's ass, demanding he thrust.
With a grunt, Logan obeyed. Hips moving faster, his grip tightening in Oz's hair; his cock slid in and out of Oz's as Logan found his rhythm. His breath came in sharp pants as Logan's body responded to Oz's urging, rocking between those lips with something rapidly approaching incoherency.
And Oz just took it, swallowing him down. Humming encouragement and clutching at Logan's hips, as Oz encouraged Logan to go deeper, harder, faster.
At the bite of blunt fingernails into the meat of his ass cheeks, Logan obediently snapped his hips. His cock plunged deep into the gloriously willing heat and wetness of Oz's mouth, taking Logan's slowly unraveling sanity along for the ride.
Oz's hands stroked up the backs of Logan's thighs, teasing at the cleft of his ass. Urging Logan closer, and deeper, and harder still.
It was — It was so —
"Oz, you sure?" Logan ground out.
And then Oz was shoving Logan's hips hard against the wall, holding him in place as that mouth swallowed Logan whole with a shout. Oz held himself there for a minute; throat working, nose buried in Logan's belly, and his chin pressing against Logan's balls; before pulling back, breathing heavily.
Spit trailed down his chin, his lips shiny and swollen as he and Logan each caught their breath.
And then Oz did it again.
And again.
And when Oz grunted, pulling away a fourth time to pin Logan with a glare? It was all Logan could do just to remain upright, Oz's hands holding him tight against the wall.
"You gonna give me what I want now?" Oz snapped, his voice hoarse as he glared up at a stunned Logan.
"F-fuck, yeah," Logan bit out, his chest heaving like bellows.
"Good," was all Oz said, his breath hot against the wet tip of Logan's dick.
And then his mouth was back, sucking Logan deep, his tongue pressing hard against the underside of Logan's shaft. Logan rocked forward; warily at first, but soon with abandon.
Oz's eyes fluttered closed, and he hummed approvingly as he happily shattered Logan's world.
"I'm close," Logan warned him, his breath coming in shallow pants as he threw everything he had into the snap of his hips. Thrusting in and out of that perfect, hot mouth, his orgasm coiled tightly in his belly.
Oz's only response was a low, muffled moan, his grip tightening on the backs of Logan's thighs.
"Fuck, Oz, I'm —"
Oz's hands were on him before the words were completely out of Logan's mouth, pinning him hard against the bricks again as Oz took him all the way into that perfect, amazing throat.
Logan's fingers slipped from their grip in Oz's hair, scrabbling desperately against the wall for something to hold on to, barely registering his palms scraping along the bricks. He cried out, his hips jerking, his body tensing. The orgasm crashed over him in a relentless wave, his release spilling out in a hot rush as he came, and came, and came.
Oz drank him down the whole while, hands gripping his hips tight, holding Logan in place as his knees buckled. Trembling, Logan could barely feel his legs as his body came down from the high, chest heaving with the effort of pulling air into his lungs.
Oz looked up at him, his lips swollen and his cheeks flushed.
"You okay?" he rasped.
Logan swore. "Come up here," he said.
"What?" Oz asked, surprised. "Really?"
