"Enough to start." Eli chuckled. "Especially since your cock's as big as the rest of you. If I'm being honest, I usually prefer short kings to guys hung like bulls."
"Wait —smalleris better?"
"Every ass is different." Oz shrugged.
"Just wait until you take your first cock, straight boy," Eli said, shifting slightly to get his knees further under him, tilting his ass up invitingly. "Gonna be like your very first time having sex all over again."
Logan's neck burned with embarrassment, but he followed their instructions. As he rocked into the slick clench of Eli's body, the sensations threatened to overwhelm him as Eli's hips pushed back to meet Logan's thrusts…
"Holy fuck," Logan whispered.
"Harder," Eli begged. "I'm good now. Harder and faster, Logan, fuck."
Logan glanced up at Oz for confirmation, finding a soft grin on Oz's face as he slowly stroked himself, eyes roaming over the two of them.
"You're doing good, Logan," Oz murmured, nodding. "Now give him what he needs."
And so Logan did. It was all new, the tight heat of Eli's ass, the sounds of their bodies coming together, the way Oz was touching and encouraging and being part of it all. It rolled over Logan like a summer storm, flashes of lightning striking behind his eyes as he snapped his hips, listening to his body's cry as it urged him home, home, home…
"Logan, touch him. He likes to be touched," Oz said and Logan reached out blindly, finding Oz's hand already on Eli's cock and covering it with his own, stroking with him.
"Oh my God," Eli groaned, the muscles of his shoulders and back straining as he arched his body into Logan, fists clenched tight in the sheets. "Oh my fucking God."
"You close?" Oz asked, and Eli nodded, whimpering.
"Good. Come on Logan's cock, babe," Oz murmured, his hand speeding up, his other hand tangling with Eli's.
"Eli," Logan gasped, fighting against his orgasm, determined to make this last as long as he could, because he'd never felt anything like this before.
"Logan, fuck. Harder, oh God, please," Eli begged, his hips lifting, his body meeting every one of Logan's thrusts.
Logan let go of Eli's cock to grip the man's hips, pulling him up, changing the angle so he could thrust deeper, holding him in place.
Eli rewarded him with a keening wordless wail, all that humor and cheerfulness transmuted for the moment as he simply held on, his body clenching and tremble around Logan's cock.
"That's it," Oz praised. He shifted on the bed, one hand stroking Eli's cock quickly now, the other coming up to gently cup Eli's face.
Eli gave a high-pitched, needy moan as he bucked; his body clenching down tight around Logan's cock.
"Oh. My. Fucking. God," Eli whispered, his entire body sprawled. "That was — that was amazing."
"You did so good, Logan," Oz agreed, smiling softly up at him as he reached out, curving his hand over Logan's where he gripped Eli's hip.
And that was it. That was the last straw.
Logan cried out, a sound wrenched from somewhere in his socks as he came. His entire world went white for a moment. The only thing grounding him was Oz's hand curling around Logan's fingers. Panting, soaring, Logan squeezed it tight.
He pitched forward, hands catching him as he gasped for breath. Muscle and skin and the cheap, scratchy material of the duvet brushed and pressed against his trembling body in turns; urging him to pull out and get the condom off, cleaning him up with a damp cloth, moving him until he was contained and safe and warm.
"Ugh. He's almost unbearably cute when he's like this," Oz murmured from outside wherever it was Logan was floating.
He thinks I'm cute?
Logan grinned lazily, enjoying the warmth fizzing in his chest and the completenothingnessfilling his mind.
"Wow," Logan said softly when words made sense again. His lips and fingers were still tingling, unable to stop.
"Good for you?" Oz asked, and Logan lifted his head just enough to see each man was draped along both of Logan's sides, their faces close where they'd been kissing quietly over his chest.
