"Me. You gotta… You gotta make him slow down," Logan said shakily. "Eli!Fuck. I'm gonna come…"
Oz just gave a shaky laugh. "That's the idea, Logan."
"But — "
"Enjoy it. He sure is."
Eli made a happy little moan around Logan's cock in agreement, as Oz's hand began moving quickly; a sloppy, slick sound coming from where he —
Where he was thrusting his fingers into Eli's ass, Logan realized, working him open. Logan's own orgasm crested even closer at the knowledge.
"Don't worry," Oz continued brightly. "Eli will make you earn the second."
"Second?" Logan squeaked, eyes squeezed tight as his brains began to liquefy out his ears.
"Sure. You think an ass this sweet is gonna be satisfied taking just one load tonight?" Oz laughed, slapping Eli's ass again, the man's answering moan dragging Logan that much closer to the edge. "You're what we call 'reinforcements', and we need you fighting fit. Wouldn't do to have you blowing your wad before you'd even wet your dick, would it?"
"Ngh," Logan eloquently replied as Eli's hand found Logan's balls.
"That's right, Logan. Just lay back and enjoy." Oz grinned as Eli got to work.
It didn't take long. By this point, Logan was so worked up, his entire bodyachedto come. The miracle Eli was working around Logan's cock was undeniable, summoning up a rush of sparks that snapped and roiled in his gut. It ran up Logan's spine and along his every nerve to form a network of light, humming just under his skin.
Eli shifted, his beard brushing over Logan's balls as Eli bobbed his head; lips sweeping with long steady strokes as he sucked, and sucked, and —
With a strangled cry, Logan's orgasm hit him with all the thunder and force of a sliding tackle, driving the air from his lungs. Hips straining to drive himself deeper into Eli's eager mouth, his cum shot in hard pulses over Eli's tongue. He could feel it when Eli swallowed; the suction, the motion of his throat.
Logan was dimly aware that he was still clutching Eli's hair, that he was holding him down, buried deep. But Eli wasn't struggling. He was letting Logan fuck his face, the soft moans he kept making telling Logan that he was enjoying every moment of it.
He couldn't take it. Logan let go, falling back onto the mattress with a thud, gasping for air.
"Ho-ly shit," Logan panted. "Eli.Is champion cock sucking skills just like… a gay thing? Do y'all sign up for classes at Pride?"
Oz snickered. "Actually…"
"God, I love straight boys," Eli said, wiping his mouth and beard with the back of his hand. "They're so adorably easy to please."
"Unlike your picky ass?" Oz leaned over on the bed as he reached for his pile of packets.
"Can't blame a man for having standards." Eli glanced over his shoulder as Oz bit into a familiar black square of foil, ripping it open with his teeth.
"Should I take that as a compliment?" Oz asked distractedly, his attention focused downward.
"Take it however you like, just takemeslow," Eli urged. "I want to be nice and ready if I'm really to have the honor of being Logan's very first bussy."
"You know I'll take care of you," Oz said as his arm moved in rhythmic jerks, slick sounds filling the room.
"I know." Eli grinned back at him. "Why do you think I invited you and your boy toy here to come over to play?"
"'Cause you're an insatiable slut, and I love that about you. Ready?" Oz asked him, hands gripping Eli's hips to brace himself.
"Beyondready," Eli answered. "If — "
"Oh my God," Logan groaned, throwing his arm over his face and closing his eyes as he tried to enjoy the last of his fading orgasm. "Are you guys always like this?"
Eli just laughed. "You haven't figured it out? Oz is showing off for you."
"Eli," Oz grunted warningly. "Stop playing matchmaker."
