"Just show me what to do," Logan asked softly.
"Show you, hmm?" Oz hummed an intrigued little note.
Eli grinned up at them, his hand sliding down his stomach to fist his own cock, stroking languidly.
"On your belly, Eli," Oz instructed.
"Sir, yes, sir!" Eli laughed, rolling into position.
"Ass," Oz said fondly.
"Alright, Logan. Let's get you ready," Oz said as he fitted himself against Logan's side.
His palm slid slowly down Logan's skin, pulling away just long enough to squeeze a lube packet into his hand. Curling his fingers around Logan's cock, Oz game him a few very welcome, slick strokes.
"Spread his cheeks for me," Oz murmured. "And be sure to start slow, for both your sakes."
With a grunt, Logan nodded, lost in the feel of Oz's hand, the sight of his cock disappearing into the clench of Oz's fist.
"He's still pretty tight, and will be more sensitive now too," Oz warned, breath warm as he nuzzled into Logan's neck. "Take it easy."
"I will," Logan promised, finding himself a double handful of Eli's glorious ass and opening it like a treasure map.
Oz drizzled another packet of lube down Eli's cleft, working it into his trembling body with two fingers that held Logan's rapt attention as they fucked in and out. Biting his lip as Oz lined him up, Logan shifted, hard as steel as Oz nudged Logan's cock against Eli's hole. Whimpering, Logan fought to hold still as Oz rubbed the tip of Logan's cock around the rim, teasing them both with the heavenly slide of slick skin, even through the condom.
"Fucking yeeesssss, sugar," Eli grunted as Oz finally guided Logan to his goal, murmuring a low, "That's it. Doing good. Let him feel you," as Logan slowly pushed his way in.
He was lost in the feeling of Oz's hand steadying him, guiding his cock. The unbelievable grip of Eli's body. The wonderfully wet, welcoming warmth as Oz urged him on. It was overwhelming. The clench? Incredible. And thesoundsEli made as Logan thrust deeper…
"Oh fuck," Logan gasped. "D-does it always feel this good?"
It wasn't like sex with one of Logan's girlfriends, soft and curvy and pliable. This was like being wrapped in heat and need and pressure. Of being pulled deeper and deeper.
Not that the other was bad — fuck, not atall. But this? This was fucking fantastic too, a whole new experience just waiting for Logan to dive right in.
What's it like for Eli, being on the other side?
Pretty damned good, if the noises he was making were anything to go by.
"Fuck, Logan. That's it," Eli breathed, his fingers tightening against the sheets. "Just — just like that."
"So damn hot, watching you two," Oz said, a chuckle in his voice. He left Logan's side to slide up next to a trembling Eli on the bed, curling around him like a long, leggy cat. Logan watched, riveted, as they kissed; the slide of their tongues; Eli moaning into Oz's mouth; Oz's hand moving over Eli's cock.
"Go on, Logan. Fuck him," Oz said, his words muffled by Eli's mouth.
Logan didn't even stop to think about it. He grabbed Eli's hips, digging in and thrusting.
"Logan!" Eli gasped, his head dropping against Oz's neck, his fingers tangling with Oz's.
"Shit! What? Did I hurt you?"
Both men just laughed.
"Startled me, is all," Eli said. "Feels good, but —"
"It's not vagina. Go slow," Oz suggested. "Little rocks. More… grinding, than anything else, really."
"And that's… enough?"
