[Logan groans each time Chishiya rolls his hips, digging his fingers into the flesh of Chishiya's ass.
He sucks on Chishiya's tongue, meeting it with his own. Breathing hard through his nose so he doesn't have to break the connection.
This is so long overdue. In the grand scheme of things, they've barely spent any time apart, but it's still been excruciating. Chishiya has become an essential part of his life, as necessary as food or water, but far more desired.]
[Every sound Logan makes hits like a punch, or another drink, and Chishiya's head spins with it. With absence and with having Logan right where he wants him; under him, in a couch that won't make their spins hurt or legs go numb after a prolonged period of time.
Has him right in his hands and under his slowly rolling hips and Chishiya sighs in to the kiss, a heavy exhale that skates over Logan's mouth as he breaks the kiss enough to drag air in to his lungs.
Panting, Chishiya turns Logan's face up to meet his waiting mouth again, to kiss him through the gasps and small sounds Chishiya can't help making.]
[In that moment Chishiya pauses to breathe, Logan sighs, so that he's breathless with the next kiss.]
I missed you.
[Between heated, needy kisses.]
I couldn't stop thinking about you.
[He was worried. Wondering if the last time he saw Chishiya would be the last time they were alone together. Or if the last time he heard his voice would be the last time Chishiya spoke to him.
These things aren't said aloud, but the drive Logan to kiss harder, deeper. As if to reassure him that Chishiya really is here.]
[While Chishiya doesn't quite know what they're doing, he knows enough to know that they're something. That Logan was the person he raced to when the letter came and Logan was the one he remembered gossip for.
That there was a part, small and flickering, that looked forward to Sakura this year, because Logan picked a snow globe with a blossoming tree in it.
That hus heart flips in his chest at Logan's quiet words, murmured against his mouth and into kisses that steal his breath away.]
I've thought about you, too.
[Memories and plans they've made, how it might go. Who they might be on a trip and how dating had been.
Expectations that Chishiya hadn't even finished formulating in his head before Logan had exceeded them.
He kisses back, one hand moving to the nape of Logan's neck as the other drops to his chest, fingers splayed over his heart.]
[Logan's heart pounds, his pulse having picked up at Chishiya's touch, at the thought of not being able to be with him for even a moment.
Having feelings barely contained is becoming a common occurrence with Chishiya. From his heart determined to break through his chest, to its impossible aching when they're apart. Or the yearning to keep Chishiya close that he knows he can't act on all the time. The desire to ask him to move in, to stay with him, to be part of his life.
All Logan can do to express these things is to kiss Chishiya, to hold him, to move against him. It makes his kisses take on a feverish edge, and his his hands move, sliding under Chishiya's top to seek out skin, to seek out closeness.]
I wanted to call you all the time. Everything made me think of you.
[Small smiles on people that didn't have anything on Chishiya's. Desserts and sweets he wished he could take to Chishiya. Seeing someone standing with their hands in their pockets...
Logan kisses deeper. He really did miss Chishiya.]
[It tastes like truth on his tongue, and Chishiya can't stop the smile that cracks across his face. It pulls his lips up and crinkles at the corner of his closed eyes.
It makes kissing harder, to keep up with frantic, frenetic energy that Logan licks into his mouth as everything heats up. Pleasure crackles through every nerve ending and flashes fire down his spine, making Chishiya's skin slippery with sweat.
The only answer is a low moan wrenching its way out of his mouth as Chishiya kisses back, grinding down as he pops open another button.]
Told you- [Between one kiss and the next, all of them blurring together between gasping breaths of air] best seat in the house.
[The slow press against each other and the even slower removal of clothing is almost unbearable. Another button which tips him from relaxed to a state of undress, sending a column of fire through him.
And that's not even taking into account Chishiya's moans, or his teasing. Logan's brow furrowing against the situation that so quickly changed from flirty to deeply arousing.
He moans into the kisses he returns, panting between each one, barely thinking about his words.] It's yours... Only for you... Always for you.
[He almost challenges that, to make Logan think more carefully about making promises. Just as he should be careful with questions.
But the urge fades, buried in kisses and against Logan's firm hands against his back. A hold Chishiya can lean back in to as he pulls back enough to watch Logan's pretty face - flushed and kissed-red, the way his chest heaves against Chishiya's with every hurried gasp.
Chishiya missed this too.
This time, he grinds forward slowly and with purpose, watching Logan from inches away. With his heart racing and his hand combing through Logan's hair as he opens yet another button with a grin.]
[After everything he's been though, after everything Chishiya's been through, this is too wonderful. It's so undeservedly normal and perfect. Holding someone he cares about so incredibly deeply in his arms and looking into his perfect eyes.
Another roll, another button. Slow friction, slow nakedness. Logan's eyes flutter as he gasps through the combination, mouth gaping between the desire to kiss and compliment.]
Avo, I— [Love you.] want you.
[He's far from put together now, slicked back hair falling apart with each stroke of Chishiya's fingers, shirt almost entire undone.]
You're so beautiful. So wonderful... [He presses against Chishiya's hands to steal a kiss, sucking on his lower lip.] And you taste so sweet.
[It comes so easily to Logan, Chishiya thinks, to say words out loud. To make statements that shivers down Chishiya's spine with sweetness. That sounds equal parts like compliments and like he can't help saying it.
It's sweet.
Powdered-sugar sweet and it drips from Logan's mouth to land like sticky strands in the small, warm space between them.
A space that narrows every time either of them lean closer for kisses, or like Chishiya, getting closer to rub his flushed face against Logan's before he kisses him back just as hard.]
Honey- [He gets the word past his trembling lips, burning with longing] That's the honey.
[It's everything else too. It's how wonderful Logan feels and it's the words he says, it's the urgency in every touch he's given and in how Chishiya doesn't want to look away.
Eyes open and darting over Logan's face to take in the breathtaking picture he makes, shirt undone and hair mussed by Chishiya's fingers.
Words are not easy. And Chishiya holds still eventhough he wants to keep circling his hips and stoke the fire higher. He stills and holds Logan's face in his hand-]
I don't want, I never did. Just you, it's only you.
[They've spoken before about their different approaches. About how Chishiya only believes action, and so Logan tries to express each feeling just as strongly in what he does as what he says. About how Logan values what is said so deeply that Chishiya tries to speak even when it doesn't come naturally to him.
Right now, a firm grip on Logan's face, eyes locked, Chishiya says all the most perfect words. Words that are honest, are his own, but come closer to echoing Logan's own feelings than he ever thought would happen.
Chishiya gives him perfect words, Logan must answer with action.
If the slight widening of his eyes or the furrow of his brow as he's charmed aren't enough, Logan wraps his arms around Chishiya tightly and kisses him. Lips meet roughly and he kisses deeply, but not for long. No, he shifts Chishiya off of him just enough so that he can slide to the edge of the couch, allowing him to lift Chishiya when he stands.
They've spent enough time on the couch. Logan needs them in his bedroom, and he needs to kiss Chishiya the whole way there.
[The stillness only last long enough for his words to land, for Logan to scrunch his eyebrows and Chishiya takes half a breath before he's pulled in. His hand tightens around Logan's jaw, fingers spread wide to across his cheek.
The kiss burns, heat exploding outward until Chishiya tries to take a shuddering breath and fails, until Logan moves him - moves them- and the arms around him goes tighter as he's lifted clear off the couch.
Chishiya wraps his arms and legs around Logan on instinct, hard cock trapped between their bodies as Logan walks them... somewhere. It doesn't matter.
All that matters is Logan's mouth on his and the way desire soars through his mind at the easy way Logan carries him away.]
That's still- [Just before they reach the bed, before Logan gets a chance to put him down] so hot-
[Chishiya doesn't squirm, but he wants to. He wants to figure out if there's a way to have sex like this, or if Logan would just hold him against a wall and let Chishiya grind against his firm stomach until he comes.
Whiskey in his blood and nothing but Logan on his mind, Chishiya groans as he hits the bed, back arching.]
[There is no better incentive to keep up weight training than to be able to lift Chishiya to his bed. To be able to put him down on the covers and watch him twist against the soft sheets.]
You're so hot, [Logan counters as he crawls on top of Chishiya.] You're so gorgeous. [Kissing along Chishiya's collar and neck.] The way you look at me...
[It's enough to make Logan kiss Chishiya hungrily. His hands slip under Chishiya's top just to feel his body properly.]
[Chishiya blinks. How does he look at Logan? Like he wants to lick him all over? Or kiss him? Or hold him down and do all the things they've ever talked about doing but haven't yet?
Like he's the exception to every rule Chishiya has made for himself since was old enough to create bounderies and enforce them?
It's not important enough to stop what they're doing to ask and he acrches in to Logan's hands and tangles his fingers in to the already wild hair until he can kiss Logan again.
Until he push his want in to every wet, sloppy kiss to Logan's perfect mouth.]
[From a conversation where Chishiya wanted nothing, to him wanting Logan so much he pants between kisses. The though flickers briefly through Logan's mind, and he pulls Chishiya's hands off of him to try and get Chishiya's top off. It's swiftly followed by his own shirt. Both tossed aside.
Logan presses against Chishiya then, hot bodies flush against each other as he holds Chishiya's head and kisses him deeply. Every time he'd wished to kiss Chishiya but couldn't poured into this here and now. Every time he caught that cheeky, smug smile, those cat-like eyes, and wanted nothing more than to pull him close and kiss him. How can he possibly fit all of those moments into their short time together?
Logan tries anyway. Kissing and grinding into the man beneath him. Feverish in how he wants to do everything all at once, and wants to do it intensely.]
[Shirtless is better. Logan shirtless is the best and Chishiya wastes no time getting his hands on him, palms stroking up and down his back. Fingers skimming over his sides and up til he can crush them close togther as they keep kissong.
As he gasps and groans against Logan's mouth, and there's no trace of wine left in the taste of him.
Just Logan and Chishiya's heart pounds in his chest like a drum, fast and frantic just like hos his touch moves over every inch of Logan's skin.
From the nape of his neck and down to dip just below the edge of his pants.]
[He feels like he's on fire. Burning from lust, and the heat of the man under him, and the touch running up and down his body.
Logan takes Chishiya's head in hand, thumb pressing against his jaw to tilt his face up and to the side. It gives him more neck to kiss, and he knows Chishiya likes it. Likes the insistence of it, the assertiveness of it. And it lets Logan kiss all along his neck freely. Kiss, and then bite, before he remembers to go lower if he's going to bite hard.
Just for fun, for something extra, his other hand finds Chishiya's and pins it to the bed. Then he rolls his hips into the other man, groaning against his skin.
Yes, he wants Chishiya. All of Chishiya. There's no hiding it. Not with the thundering of his heart, the burning of his skin, or the hardness desperately pressing against Chishiya. Not with the way he can't keep his mouth off of him.]
[There's no resistance when Logan turns his head or pins his hand, just Chishiya moaning through clenched teeth as he pushes his hips up to meet Logan's in every roll.
To rub against him even if they're still only half undressed and Chishiya is already burning. Heat flares over his skin and seeps in to every panting breath-]
Tell me- [As Chishiya pushes his head back, baring his throat to more of Logan's biting kisses] tell me yes.
[With all the new knowledge between them. With their mistakes and miscalculations in the open. All the new talks and new parts of who they were and who they wanted to be- raw and honest in a way that Chishiya has never been and he blinks his eyes open, head tilting to watch Logan's face.
When he knows all of it and gets the choice again.]
[The words pull Logan out of his happy, hazy thoughts. Chishiya still wants to hear him say yes? Worry that he hasn't done enough to show his answer, and feeling charmed at Chishiya wanting his answer, flicker through him before fading.
This is their ritual. It's theirs. It's what they do.
Logan's hand shifts to cup Chishiya's face. Moving so he can lean over Chishiya, turning his head so their eyes meet.]
Yes. [He rolls his hips again.]
Yes to all of you, Chishiya. [The man who made mistakes. The man who couldn't feel, and others suffered for it. Another roll.]
Yes to you. [To the man who came to him shaking and panicked and full of remorse. Another roll.
More rolling, more heavy panting as he continues.]
I still want you. I still burn for you. I still miss you when you're gone.
Oh fuck-- [It's almost too intense. With Logan's eyes fixed on his face and sweet roll of his hips against Chishiya's, with the yes's that keeps coming out of Logan's mouth.
After everything.
After Logan knowing what he did, choosing to involve himself in Chishiya's felonies and risking his own freedom because of mistakes Logan never made.
After arguing and keeping his distance.
And Logan is still saying yes, is still here. Still wants him and Chishiya's eyes roll back in his skull on the next thrust, shuddering with the emotions and the desire that burns so brightly.] fuck, yes--
[Trying to pull his hand away to grab for Logan and kiss him, longing and lust and loneliness panging through his chest.]
[Chishiya following on with his own yes, his own agreement, (after a bit of cursing) makes Logan smile wide enough for the kiss that follows to be a little difficult.
Somehow it just makes everything more exciting, more intense, more... perfect.
Logan kisses back, a hand moving to Chishiya's waist to keep them pressed tight together for a few moments. Then, after another deep kiss, he pulls away to smile at Chishiya.]
Shall we? [And he gives a pointed tug to Chishiya's waistband.]
[Chest heaving through a couple of breaths before Chishiya grabs for the waistband of his loose pants, fingers taking a detour to comb through Logan's hair and feather down the aide of his neck before they fall to his own body.
With Logan still between his legs, there's nothing else Chishiya can do than lift his hips and push at his pants, watching Logan with a small, warm smile and an arched eye brow.
[Logan's smile widens and he pulls away, moving back and hooking his fingers into Chishiya's waistband to pull his trousers down as he goes. He holds Chishiya's gaze for as long as he can before he can't resist watching the reveal. His eyebrow and smile twitch upwards before he turns his grin back to Chishiya's face.
He stands and then tosses Chishiya's clothing aside dramatically. His fingers run lightly down his chest and stomach, toying with the fabric of his own trousers. It's hard for him to forget that Chishiya mentioned liking his arms, his hands. Now he shows them off as much as the rest of himself, each flick and tug exaggerated, performative.
Finally his slides his own trousers and underwear off and kicks them aside, but he resists the urge to just climb back onto the bed. No, he lets his eyes take in Chishiya, all of Chishiya, and lets himself be seen in turn. Lets Chishiya watch as he takes himself in hand and give his erection long, slow strokes.
Logan's lips stay parted and his breathing staggers. He's so sure Chishiya can hear his heart pounding.]
You're so beautiful. [He bites his lip.] So wonderful...
[Logan moves and takes the heat with him, dripping it with too-short touches and heated looks down over Chishiya's body as he's undressed fully.
With Logan looking away, eyes trailing down, Chishiya bends his knee and lets his legs fall open. On display on the bed, flushed pink and panting.
Until he looks up and his breath catched hard in his throat - Logan, bare-chested and unbelievably hot. Tendons in his arms flexing, long fingers skimming down over his skin to tease at the waistband of his pants.
Chishiya gets up on his elbows, lower lip trapped between his teeth and eyes darting from Logan's hands to his face. Watching the expressions change, how his eyes flash and his mouth parts.
And down to watch Logan fling the last of his clothes away and--]
Fuck-- you're so- [He stalls, mouth dry and too wet all at once, fire shooting through his chest and down his spine to burn bright and hot in his groin, growing impossibly harder just from watching.
Chishiya gets up on his knees in half a second, taking half a crawling step closer before he stops, hand lifted but not yet touching.] Can I?
[Everything is arousing and satisfying at once. Being able to see Chishiya, and Chishiya's reaction to him. Hearing Chishiya's half finished thoughts and see his halted intentions.
Logan reaches a hand out to stroke Chishiya's head. He tilts his head in a nod, eyebrow still arched with interest, smile twisting wider.]
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He sucks on Chishiya's tongue, meeting it with his own. Breathing hard through his nose so he doesn't have to break the connection.
This is so long overdue. In the grand scheme of things, they've barely spent any time apart, but it's still been excruciating. Chishiya has become an essential part of his life, as necessary as food or water, but far more desired.]
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Has him right in his hands and under his slowly rolling hips and Chishiya sighs in to the kiss, a heavy exhale that skates over Logan's mouth as he breaks the kiss enough to drag air in to his lungs.
Panting, Chishiya turns Logan's face up to meet his waiting mouth again, to kiss him through the gasps and small sounds Chishiya can't help making.]
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I missed you.
[Between heated, needy kisses.]
I couldn't stop thinking about you.
[He was worried. Wondering if the last time he saw Chishiya would be the last time they were alone together. Or if the last time he heard his voice would be the last time Chishiya spoke to him.
These things aren't said aloud, but the drive Logan to kiss harder, deeper. As if to reassure him that Chishiya really is here.]
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That there was a part, small and flickering, that looked forward to Sakura this year, because Logan picked a snow globe with a blossoming tree in it.
That hus heart flips in his chest at Logan's quiet words, murmured against his mouth and into kisses that steal his breath away.]
I've thought about you, too.
[Memories and plans they've made, how it might go. Who they might be on a trip and how dating had been.
Expectations that Chishiya hadn't even finished formulating in his head before Logan had exceeded them.
He kisses back, one hand moving to the nape of Logan's neck as the other drops to his chest, fingers splayed over his heart.]
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Having feelings barely contained is becoming a common occurrence with Chishiya. From his heart determined to break through his chest, to its impossible aching when they're apart. Or the yearning to keep Chishiya close that he knows he can't act on all the time. The desire to ask him to move in, to stay with him, to be part of his life.
All Logan can do to express these things is to kiss Chishiya, to hold him, to move against him. It makes his kisses take on a feverish edge, and his his hands move, sliding under Chishiya's top to seek out skin, to seek out closeness.]
I wanted to call you all the time. Everything made me think of you.
[Small smiles on people that didn't have anything on Chishiya's. Desserts and sweets he wished he could take to Chishiya. Seeing someone standing with their hands in their pockets...
Logan kisses deeper. He really did miss Chishiya.]
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It makes kissing harder, to keep up with frantic, frenetic energy that Logan licks into his mouth as everything heats up. Pleasure crackles through every nerve ending and flashes fire down his spine, making Chishiya's skin slippery with sweat.
The only answer is a low moan wrenching its way out of his mouth as Chishiya kisses back, grinding down as he pops open another button.]
Told you- [Between one kiss and the next, all of them blurring together between gasping breaths of air] best seat in the house.
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And that's not even taking into account Chishiya's moans, or his teasing. Logan's brow furrowing against the situation that so quickly changed from flirty to deeply arousing.
He moans into the kisses he returns, panting between each one, barely thinking about his words.] It's yours... Only for you... Always for you.
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But the urge fades, buried in kisses and against Logan's firm hands against his back. A hold Chishiya can lean back in to as he pulls back enough to watch Logan's pretty face - flushed and kissed-red, the way his chest heaves against Chishiya's with every hurried gasp.
Chishiya missed this too.
This time, he grinds forward slowly and with purpose, watching Logan from inches away. With his heart racing and his hand combing through Logan's hair as he opens yet another button with a grin.]
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Another roll, another button. Slow friction, slow nakedness. Logan's eyes flutter as he gasps through the combination, mouth gaping between the desire to kiss and compliment.]
Avo, I— [Love you.] want you.
[He's far from put together now, slicked back hair falling apart with each stroke of Chishiya's fingers, shirt almost entire undone.]
You're so beautiful. So wonderful... [He presses against Chishiya's hands to steal a kiss, sucking on his lower lip.] And you taste so sweet.
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It's sweet.
Powdered-sugar sweet and it drips from Logan's mouth to land like sticky strands in the small, warm space between them.
A space that narrows every time either of them lean closer for kisses, or like Chishiya, getting closer to rub his flushed face against Logan's before he kisses him back just as hard.]
Honey- [He gets the word past his trembling lips, burning with longing] That's the honey.
[It's everything else too. It's how wonderful Logan feels and it's the words he says, it's the urgency in every touch he's given and in how Chishiya doesn't want to look away.
Eyes open and darting over Logan's face to take in the breathtaking picture he makes, shirt undone and hair mussed by Chishiya's fingers.
Words are not easy. And Chishiya holds still eventhough he wants to keep circling his hips and stoke the fire higher. He stills and holds Logan's face in his hand-]
I don't want, I never did. Just you, it's only you.
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Right now, a firm grip on Logan's face, eyes locked, Chishiya says all the most perfect words. Words that are honest, are his own, but come closer to echoing Logan's own feelings than he ever thought would happen.
Chishiya gives him perfect words, Logan must answer with action.
If the slight widening of his eyes or the furrow of his brow as he's charmed aren't enough, Logan wraps his arms around Chishiya tightly and kisses him. Lips meet roughly and he kisses deeply, but not for long. No, he shifts Chishiya off of him just enough so that he can slide to the edge of the couch, allowing him to lift Chishiya when he stands.
They've spent enough time on the couch. Logan needs them in his bedroom, and he needs to kiss Chishiya the whole way there.
Chishiya somehow looks even better on his bed.]
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The kiss burns, heat exploding outward until Chishiya tries to take a shuddering breath and fails, until Logan moves him - moves them- and the arms around him goes tighter as he's lifted clear off the couch.
Chishiya wraps his arms and legs around Logan on instinct, hard cock trapped between their bodies as Logan walks them... somewhere. It doesn't matter.
All that matters is Logan's mouth on his and the way desire soars through his mind at the easy way Logan carries him away.]
That's still- [Just before they reach the bed, before Logan gets a chance to put him down] so hot-
[Chishiya doesn't squirm, but he wants to. He wants to figure out if there's a way to have sex like this, or if Logan would just hold him against a wall and let Chishiya grind against his firm stomach until he comes.
Whiskey in his blood and nothing but Logan on his mind, Chishiya groans as he hits the bed, back arching.]
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You're so hot, [Logan counters as he crawls on top of Chishiya.] You're so gorgeous. [Kissing along Chishiya's collar and neck.] The way you look at me...
[It's enough to make Logan kiss Chishiya hungrily. His hands slip under Chishiya's top just to feel his body properly.]
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Like he's the exception to every rule Chishiya has made for himself since was old enough to create bounderies and enforce them?
It's not important enough to stop what they're doing to ask and he acrches in to Logan's hands and tangles his fingers in to the already wild hair until he can kiss Logan again.
Until he push his want in to every wet, sloppy kiss to Logan's perfect mouth.]
I want you so much--
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Logan presses against Chishiya then, hot bodies flush against each other as he holds Chishiya's head and kisses him deeply. Every time he'd wished to kiss Chishiya but couldn't poured into this here and now. Every time he caught that cheeky, smug smile, those cat-like eyes, and wanted nothing more than to pull him close and kiss him. How can he possibly fit all of those moments into their short time together?
Logan tries anyway. Kissing and grinding into the man beneath him. Feverish in how he wants to do everything all at once, and wants to do it intensely.]
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As he gasps and groans against Logan's mouth, and there's no trace of wine left in the taste of him.
Just Logan and Chishiya's heart pounds in his chest like a drum, fast and frantic just like hos his touch moves over every inch of Logan's skin.
From the nape of his neck and down to dip just below the edge of his pants.]
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Logan takes Chishiya's head in hand, thumb pressing against his jaw to tilt his face up and to the side. It gives him more neck to kiss, and he knows Chishiya likes it. Likes the insistence of it, the assertiveness of it. And it lets Logan kiss all along his neck freely. Kiss, and then bite, before he remembers to go lower if he's going to bite hard.
Just for fun, for something extra, his other hand finds Chishiya's and pins it to the bed. Then he rolls his hips into the other man, groaning against his skin.
Yes, he wants Chishiya. All of Chishiya. There's no hiding it. Not with the thundering of his heart, the burning of his skin, or the hardness desperately pressing against Chishiya. Not with the way he can't keep his mouth off of him.]
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To rub against him even if they're still only half undressed and Chishiya is already burning. Heat flares over his skin and seeps in to every panting breath-]
Tell me- [As Chishiya pushes his head back, baring his throat to more of Logan's biting kisses] tell me yes.
[With all the new knowledge between them. With their mistakes and miscalculations in the open. All the new talks and new parts of who they were and who they wanted to be- raw and honest in a way that Chishiya has never been and he blinks his eyes open, head tilting to watch Logan's face.
When he knows all of it and gets the choice again.]
Logan, tell me yes.
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This is their ritual. It's theirs. It's what they do.
Logan's hand shifts to cup Chishiya's face. Moving so he can lean over Chishiya, turning his head so their eyes meet.]
Yes. [He rolls his hips again.]
Yes to all of you, Chishiya. [The man who made mistakes. The man who couldn't feel, and others suffered for it. Another roll.]
Yes to you. [To the man who came to him shaking and panicked and full of remorse. Another roll.
More rolling, more heavy panting as he continues.]
I still want you. I still burn for you. I still miss you when you're gone.
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with the yes's that keeps coming out of Logan's mouth.
After everything.
After Logan knowing what he did, choosing to involve himself in Chishiya's felonies and risking his own freedom because of mistakes Logan never made.
After arguing and keeping his distance.
And Logan is still saying yes, is still here. Still wants him and Chishiya's eyes roll back in his skull on the next thrust, shuddering with the emotions and the desire that burns so brightly.] fuck, yes--
[Trying to pull his hand away to grab for Logan and kiss him, longing and lust and loneliness panging through his chest.]
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Somehow it just makes everything more exciting, more intense, more... perfect.
Logan kisses back, a hand moving to Chishiya's waist to keep them pressed tight together for a few moments. Then, after another deep kiss, he pulls away to smile at Chishiya.]
Shall we? [And he gives a pointed tug to Chishiya's waistband.]
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Yes. Yeah, let's-
[Chest heaving through a couple of breaths before Chishiya grabs for the waistband of his loose pants, fingers taking a detour to comb through Logan's hair and feather down the aide of his neck before they fall to his own body.
With Logan still between his legs, there's nothing else Chishiya can do than lift his hips and push at his pants, watching Logan with a small, warm smile and an arched eye brow.
Chishiya swallows.]
Let's get naked.
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He stands and then tosses Chishiya's clothing aside dramatically. His fingers run lightly down his chest and stomach, toying with the fabric of his own trousers. It's hard for him to forget that Chishiya mentioned liking his arms, his hands. Now he shows them off as much as the rest of himself, each flick and tug exaggerated, performative.
Finally his slides his own trousers and underwear off and kicks them aside, but he resists the urge to just climb back onto the bed. No, he lets his eyes take in Chishiya, all of Chishiya, and lets himself be seen in turn. Lets Chishiya watch as he takes himself in hand and give his erection long, slow strokes.
Logan's lips stay parted and his breathing staggers. He's so sure Chishiya can hear his heart pounding.]
You're so beautiful. [He bites his lip.] So wonderful...
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With Logan looking away, eyes trailing down, Chishiya bends his knee and lets his legs fall open. On display on the bed, flushed pink and panting.
Until he looks up and his breath catched hard in his throat - Logan, bare-chested and unbelievably hot. Tendons in his arms flexing, long fingers skimming down over his skin to tease at the waistband of his pants.
Chishiya gets up on his elbows, lower lip trapped between his teeth and eyes darting from Logan's hands to his face. Watching the expressions change, how his eyes flash and his mouth parts.
And down to watch Logan fling the last of his clothes away and--]
Fuck-- you're so- [He stalls, mouth dry and too wet all at once, fire shooting through his chest and down his spine to burn bright and hot in his groin, growing impossibly harder just from watching.
Chishiya gets up on his knees in half a second, taking half a crawling step closer before he stops, hand lifted but not yet touching.] Can I?
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Logan reaches a hand out to stroke Chishiya's head. He tilts his head in a nod, eyebrow still arched with interest, smile twisting wider.]
You can.
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