[ It leaves him breathless, the way Victor splits him open, and Logan moans around the warmth of Victor's tongue in his mouth. The hurt lasts for only a handful of moments, because then Victor starts to rock, and his hips draw back and forth, and with every inch he sinks deeper all Logan can do is cry out for it.
His husband's prick is thick and hot and fucking perfect, always perfect, and Logan's hand settles on Victor's lower back to anchor him in a rhythm, the other reaching up over his own head to curl into the pillow there. ]
That's it, that's it, that's it. [ Head tilting back, Logan gasps at the full sensation, at how good it feels, at how it makes him feel whole. He leans into the hand on his head, the action almost docile despite the circling of his hips to match each thrust, and though he'll never say it out loud he relishes how secure Victor makes him feel just as much as he relishes the heat of their sex.
God knows Logan never thought he'd find a home with anyone. ]
Ah, fuck, Vic... nnh, harder -- I ain't gonna break.
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His husband's prick is thick and hot and fucking perfect, always perfect, and Logan's hand settles on Victor's lower back to anchor him in a rhythm, the other reaching up over his own head to curl into the pillow there. ]
That's it, that's it, that's it. [ Head tilting back, Logan gasps at the full sensation, at how good it feels, at how it makes him feel whole. He leans into the hand on his head, the action almost docile despite the circling of his hips to match each thrust, and though he'll never say it out loud he relishes how secure Victor makes him feel just as much as he relishes the heat of their sex.
God knows Logan never thought he'd find a home with anyone. ]
Ah, fuck, Vic... nnh, harder -- I ain't gonna break.