"Yeah. Come on." Logan reached down for Oz, helping him stand before leaning in to —
"Logan," Oz warned from behind the palm he'd slapped over his own mouth. "I was just —"
"Don't care," Logan said, exhaustion and endorphins both pulling hard at him as he tugged Oz's hand free.
Oz's mouth tasted just like their kisses before, Logan decided as he unfastened Oz's fly. Maybe tinged with a hint of that same flavor from when Oz had smeared his pre-come across Logan's lips that one time? It was hard to say. But if there was anything else, Logan couldn't tell. He was too distracted with the weight of Oz's cock in his hand, and the shape of Oz's moans. With sliding his tongue in to tangle with Oz's, feeling the trembling vibrations of the other man's pleasure.
Oz grunted as Logan fisted his cock, his arms clutching at Logan's shoulders. Pressing his face tight into the curve where Logan's neck met shoulder, Logan felt it: the stuttering breath as Oz got close.
Grinning, Logan kept his lips pressed against Oz's temple; breathing him in, hand stripping Oz's cock in smooth, steady strokes.
Right then, it didn't matter that Logan's pants were still around his ankles. That someone could walk in and find them. That they were both guys, or that Logan, theoretically, was straight.
Eyes falling closed, Logan let himself sink into the warmth of the moment, enjoying the solid weight of Oz's body pressed tight against him. The scent of his skin. The soft gasps and moans as he thrust into Logan's hand. The satisfaction of bringing his partner pleasure — whoever that was — mixed with a primal sort of determination that, after all his hard work, Oz would also get to enjoy his own release.
"Logan," Oz choked. "You keep doing that, and I'm going to come."
"Thought you were supposed to be the smart one?" Logan teased him. "That's kind of the idea."
Logan's teeth nipped sharply at Oz's shoulder, earning him a delightful little gasp, and it was all Logan could do to smother his answering groan.
"But…"
"Come on," Logan urged, his mouth trailing kisses along the side of Oz's neck, up to his ear. "I've got you."
Oz moaned, and Logan could feel him trembling against him, his hips rocking in short, shallow thrusts.
"Fuck," he gasped. "Fuck, fuck, fuck…"
"Yeah," Logan whispered, his hand working steadily. "C'mon, Oz. You can let go."
Oz shuddered, his cock jerking in Logan's grip, his breath coming in harsh, panting gasps.
"God, Logan," he moaned, his hands gripping tight to Logan's shirt.
"What do you need, Oz?" Logan asked him, curious. "Tell me what to do."
"Just… this," Oz panted. "Just this."
"Yeah? Like this?" Logan kept his strokes steady; watching Oz carefully for clues on when to slow or speed up, how firm he should grip.
Oz shuddered. "Yeah," he breathed.
"Alright," Logan murmured. "Alright, I got you."
Logan kept stroking, just as Oz had asked. Pressing his lips against the line of Oz's neck, Logan tasted his skin, the sweat and salt.
"When did you get your ears pierced?"
"Um… Same… same time as my lip?" Oz panted, sounding hilariously distracted. "W-why?"
Logan pushed closer. "So they're healed?"
"Yeah, I-Aaaaaah—!"
Logan smiled around Oz's earlobe, teasing at the metal hoop with his tongue and teeth, breathing out over the damp skin before sucking more into his mouth.
He likes having his ears played with. Gotta remember that
