"I don't usually get to just enjoy the sight of you getting wrecked," Oz murmured. "Should find a way to fix that."
Watching them now, Logan completely understood.
Eli looked completely debauched. Skin flushed and glowing, his muscles trembling, his lips parted as he gasped and panted, his thighs spreading wider, one leg draped over Logan's ankle, his knee hooked over Oz's shoulder.
"You'regorgeous," slipped from Logan's mouth.
"Yeah. He is," Oz agreed, unaware Logan had meant them both.
"Alway so fucking good to me, aren't you, Eli?" Oz leaned down, bending an eager Eli even further as he caught Eli's lips with his own.
And then they were kissing. Logan wasn't sure what he was supposed to do, wasn't sure where he fit. But watching them — Watching the way they moved together? Honestly, he wasn't certain 'gorgeous' had been a big enough word.
Eli's hands were everywhere, stroking over Oz's chest and shoulders and arms, his hips bucking to meet each thrust.
"Logan," Oz panted, breaking the kiss and looking over at him.
"Uh, yeah?"
"Condom. Lube," Oz instructed, panting hard. "Get — get yourself ready."
"Kinda pinned here."
"Then — then prepare to move."
"What?" Logan replied, confused.
Abruptly, Oz was pulling out of Eli again, tugging and pushing at his limbs until he had the man folded in half, as Logan scrambled out of the way. Eli held his own knees as Oz pushed in once more with a grunt, pounding away now with a loud slapping of skin, and Eli's high, keening moans overlaying it all.
Chapter 21
Subbing
They looked amazing together, and Logan couldn't quite decide which of the three of them he'd rather be just then. Him, getting to drink it all in; Oz, buried balls deep in Eli's body; or Eli himself, his face baring the gloriously euphoric expression of someone busy chatting with their god.
"Logan," Oz grunted.
Logan nodded, making for the nightstand and searching through its contents as Oz had told him. There were a few different sizes, but a quick check of the package said the one Logan selected hadn't expired.
He could feel two pairs of eyes on him as Logan rolled the condom on and slicked up his cock. And sure, maybe he took the opportunity to show off a little himself, biting his lip as he'd stroked himself into full hardness once more before donning the rubber.
"Where do you want me?" Logan asked, looking up once he was ready. "Should I — "
But then Oz was coming; hips stuttering, his movements growing jerky. His back arched as he cried out, thrusting flush with Eli's ass. Oz rocked a few final times, before collapsing forward, bracing himself on his elbows over Eli's still-writhing form.
"Fuck, Eli," Oz whispered, leaning down to kiss him again. "You're always so good for me, babe. So fucking good."
Eli's face was pure bliss, lost in his own sensations. He reached up, threading his fingers through Oz's hair, tugging him close, their lips sliding against one another's in a series of soft, gentle kisses.
"You ready for more?" Oz murmured, kissing him one more time before he moved away, standing up next to the bed.
Eli lifted his head, his smile radiant, his eyes a little unfocused. "Yeah," he answered, dazedly.
"C'mon, Logan. Get over here," Oz said, gesturing. "Your turn. Don't keep Eli waiting."
Logan got up, coming over to stand beside Oz, grabbing under his elbow as he wobbled. He ducked under Oz's arm, helping him drape the limb across Logan's shoulders for support.
"Sorry. Fucking dizzy now. Wow," Oz flashed him a grin.
