[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.]
[Chishiya flashes him a quick, there-and-gone grin, crossing the few feet between them fast. Hands braced against Logan's thighs, fingers splayed and grib firm and Chishiya leans in and licks the hard cock from root to tip. Eyes flicking up to meet Logan's just as Chishiya opens his mouth and sinks down until he bumps against the back of Chishiya's throat.
The weight on his tongue and the taste that just makes the sparks fly higher, that makes his blood boil and Chishiya moans, something broken and barely audible.]
[Chishiya moves so fast, so eagerly. Logan barely has a chance to gasp at the fingers digging into this thighs or the lick along the length of him, before Chishiya takes takes him in fully.
It's lovely and sudden enough to make Logan's head spin. Only once he catches his breath does he stutter out a moan of his own.
His fingers tighten in Chishiya's hair, and he watches, unable to take his eyes off the younger man.]
[Chishiya hums in reply since words are impossible, over-eager and sloppy enthusiasm. Mouth moving in slow, uneven strokes down Logan's hardness as his hands clench and relax against the upper part of his thighs.
Chishiya has missed this. The fog of pleasure and lust that putting his hands and mouth on Logan brings.
Has missed the sudden and startling bursts of heat that always, always blooms in the pit of his stomach and spreads through his whole body when they're like this.
Sharper than the warmth of the living room, of confessions and cenversations. But just as complicated, how Logan's hand in his hair sparks fires down his spine and makes his face flush. It makes Chishiya moan, low and dark. And the sound of his name, in that tone of voice makes his heart race even faster.
He pops off with a wet sound, forehead pressed to Logan's stomach, breath puffing across Logan's saliva slick skin.]
[All Logan can do is watch as Chishiya pulls low moans and high pitched breaths from him. It's a wonder how he keeps his hips still, or how he resists pulling Chishiya's head closer and deeper for more.
The sound of him pulling away sends a delicious shudder through Logan, the heavy breaths over his sensitive erection making his skin prickle. As if his whole body is flustered in the best way.
He strokes Chishiya's hair, taking a moment to organise his thoughts into something more than 'good, yes, more'.]
You mentioned frotting before... And I've kept thinking about it. [He lifts an eyebrow.] I want to satisfy my curiosity.
[Chishiya snaps his head up, eyes on Logan's face. Not searching as much as making sure Logan means this. What he finds is just-- Logan, cheeks flushed pink and mouth rubbed red from kissing. Eyes bright and that one eyebrow lifted and it makes Chishiya want to kiss it again.
It makes him want to map out Logan's face again with his fingertips.
And, of course, rub against him.
Smiling, he wipes his lips with the edge of his thumb before nodding.
Pulse thundering in his ears and at the base of his throat.]
You already were. Before we got naked.
[Delicious friction. Sweat soaked and slippery, and Chishiya wants that. Wants Logan on top of him, pushing him in the soft bed and he wants them chest to chest, kissing.
So, he lets himself fall backwards, sprawled out on the bed and up on his elbows to beckon Logan closer with a curl of his fingers.]
[Now, Chishiya does squirm. Rustling against the sheets until he's right where he's supposed to be. Until they're perfectly aligned for him to sling a leg over Logan's, pulling himself up in a slow, sweet roll. The other heel planted firmly in the mattress.
Setting up the rhythm they already fell into. The same rhythm Chishiya brings every time he gets a chance to-- slow and steady rolls of his hips, tight and controlled.
Enough to set off sparks that chase across his skin, electric and frizzing like static.
Logan always sets him off like lighting fireworks these days. Today. Recently and last month.
Time is vague, punctuated by actions and visits and when they fell away, time stopped making as much sense.
It makes sense now, as Chishiya arches, mouth open for kisses and to lick over Logan's skin. Salt and soap on the back of his tongue, the moans are low, grumbling through his chest as every breath hitches with heat-]
I've- [Syrupy sweet friction, with Chishiya's hand skimming over the sharp ridge of ribs at Logan's side-] missed you-- [Strangled with desire and whispered against Logan's ear]
[The perfect positioning, the blissful friction, the steady rhythm. It's all so wonderful.
But it's those words that do it, in that voice, sending Logan's heart soaring. Words spoken with such longing, dripping with feeling...
Don't say it.
Don't say it. Don't say it. Don't say it... Over and over again. A mantra he holds onto even as he pants between kisses, struggling not to say what he so desperately wants to.
His fingers grip Chishiya's leg and hair tightly, as if that will keep him restrained. Or distracted.]
I missed you too. [Panted out finally in place of what he wants to say. It's so inept. So weak. Chishiya deserves more, but he can't say it or he'll ruin everything.
Instead he bites Chishiya's neck, nice and low, teeth digging in to stop himself from speaking.]
[Logan had said it before, muttered in to kisses on the couch with Chishiya working himself steadily closer in his lap.
The words are just as sweet now.
They still drip with all the sweetness Chishiya never knew he wanted. Desserts and drinks were a quirk, a preference. Something that never had to make sense, even if Chishiya had spent two weeks reading up on psychological theories and coping when he was seventeen and going through research journals in his free time.
But this?
Logan moves and Chishiya groans, throat bared and pain stabs through the pleasure. Logan's teeth, the edge to all of it. Something that just makes his head spin faster, blood boiling and heart jackhammering behind his ribs.
To be missed...]
Oh, oh fuck-- don't stop.
[Nails digging in to the firm muscle of Logan's ass, the other touching every inch of skin he can possibly reach.]
Last time-- [Too long ago, with Logan's cum drying on his skin and Chishiya can only talk in broken gasps-] marks lasted for weeks-
[Again Logan's hips move, rolling into Chishiya, the leg hooked onto him keeping them so perfectly in place together.
Chishiya curses and moans, and Logan wants to melt. The nails in his skin and the knowledge of how long his marks lasted on Chishiya's spur him on.
A kiss and then Logan moves along to Chishiya's shoulder and bites again, rubbing up against Chishiya slowly as he does and groaning.
Biting is never something he'd had much interest in before. Not until Chishiya. He'd thought it was something for animals to do, but now? Hearing the sounds it pulls from Chishiya? It feels like the only thing that comes close to the intensity between them.]
[Another bite and Chishiya feels himself push closer to the edge, that much closer to coming and he doesn't want to. Not yet, not yet-- wants to tether on the brink for longer-
The marks were new. Chishiya knew he liked pain, or the hint of it, sensations on different ends of a spectrum and extremes were--]
Logan- [Breathless and he can bare recognize his own voice, the need threaded through it and so much longing-
He knew pain but the marks were new. Chishiya had seen them on peers, dark-blues and purples, half-hidden under cheap concealer in his teen years and he'd rolled his eyes at it.
It had seemed stupid. Foolish. Childish.
This doesn't.
It feels like everything. A visual reminder when they're apart, an echo of pain when he pushes on them when he's alone.
He moans Logan's name again, fingers clenching in his hair until he kiss Logan's mouth again, never slowing the roll of his hips. Rising up to meet Logan on every push.]
[He's on fire, burning dangerously hot and only getting hotter with each shift of their hips. Logan can feel himself shuddering, muscles trembling not with weakness, but with the rising feeling that becomes increasingly impossible to contain.
When they kiss he presses against Chishiya's lips roughly, then gasps for air when they part.
They're both so close and yet each roll of their hips becomes frustrating. Perfectly wonderful, but not quite close enough.
Logan moves, leaning on one elbow to reach down between them. He wraps a hand around them both, so that each thrust is felt fully, both cocks pressed against each other.
After a moan he meets Chishiya's eyes, his smile brief before it's replaced by outright desire.]
Chishiya... You're... So hot... Perfect... Please...
[Craning his neck, blinking away from the open look of want on Logan's face for just long enough to look between them. Gaze tracing down the lenght between them to watch Logan's hand closed tight around the both. The perfect squeeze of his fingers, the hard rub of knuckles against his stomach.
Like liquid fire being poured through him and Chishiya curls his legs up, instinct and desire to keep Logan closer. To cant his hips and push through the firm tunnel Logan's made for them.
His head snaps back, eyes glazed and bright on Logan's, mouth open even if the kisses he tries to plant on Logan's lips go off-center and sloppy.
Lust curling like a coiled wire, and ever breath catches in his throat on a whimper.]
Yes- [a mindless answer as he flies higher, coiling tighter like a loaded spring] Yes, more, Logan-- please-
[Chishiya's chest stutters, air trapped in his lungs and back bowed in an arch. Flames soaring as he comes, hips jerking, cum shooting up to paint them both-] -fuck- [Clutching Logan tight, both arms around his neck and Chishiya's face buried in his neck]
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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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The weight on his tongue and the taste that just makes the sparks fly higher, that makes his blood boil and Chishiya moans, something broken and barely audible.]
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It's lovely and sudden enough to make Logan's head spin. Only once he catches his breath does he stutter out a moan of his own.
His fingers tighten in Chishiya's hair, and he watches, unable to take his eyes off the younger man.]
Chishiya...
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Chishiya has missed this. The fog of pleasure and lust that putting his hands and mouth on Logan brings.
Has missed the sudden and startling bursts of heat that always, always blooms in the pit of his stomach and spreads through his whole body when they're like this.
Sharper than the warmth of the living room, of confessions and cenversations. But just as complicated, how Logan's hand in his hair sparks fires down his spine and makes his face flush. It makes Chishiya moan, low and dark. And the sound of his name, in that tone of voice makes his heart race even faster.
He pops off with a wet sound, forehead pressed to Logan's stomach, breath puffing across Logan's saliva slick skin.]
What-- what do you want?
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The sound of him pulling away sends a delicious shudder through Logan, the heavy breaths over his sensitive erection making his skin prickle. As if his whole body is flustered in the best way.
He strokes Chishiya's hair, taking a moment to organise his thoughts into something more than 'good, yes, more'.]
You mentioned frotting before... And I've kept thinking about it. [He lifts an eyebrow.] I want to satisfy my curiosity.
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It makes him want to map out Logan's face again with his fingertips.
And, of course, rub against him.
Smiling, he wipes his lips with the edge of his thumb before nodding.
Pulse thundering in his ears and at the base of his throat.]
You already were. Before we got naked.
[Delicious friction. Sweat soaked and slippery, and Chishiya wants that. Wants Logan on top of him, pushing him in the soft bed and he wants them chest to chest, kissing.
So, he lets himself fall backwards, sprawled out on the bed and up on his elbows to beckon Logan closer with a curl of his fingers.]
It's better without clothes.
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Not enough.
[He follows Chishiya, crawling closer on hands and knees until he's on top of him.]
I want better.
[Wants skin on skin. Heat and touch.
And he dips down to kiss Chishiya's neck and collar, taking a moment to indulge in putting his lips on the other man.
Only then does he lower his hips again so that they can press against each other, free of restriction, free of barriers.]
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Setting up the rhythm they already fell into. The same rhythm Chishiya brings every time he gets a chance to-- slow and steady rolls of his hips, tight and controlled.
Enough to set off sparks that chase across his skin, electric and frizzing like static.
Logan always sets him off like lighting fireworks these days. Today. Recently and last month.
Time is vague, punctuated by actions and visits and when they fell away, time stopped making as much sense.
It makes sense now, as Chishiya arches, mouth open for kisses and to lick over Logan's skin. Salt and soap on the back of his tongue, the moans are low, grumbling through his chest as every breath hitches with heat-]
I've- [Syrupy sweet friction, with Chishiya's hand skimming over the sharp ridge of ribs at Logan's side-] missed you-- [Strangled with desire and whispered against Logan's ear]
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But it's those words that do it, in that voice, sending Logan's heart soaring. Words spoken with such longing, dripping with feeling...
Don't say it.
Don't say it. Don't say it. Don't say it... Over and over again. A mantra he holds onto even as he pants between kisses, struggling not to say what he so desperately wants to.
His fingers grip Chishiya's leg and hair tightly, as if that will keep him restrained. Or distracted.]
I missed you too. [Panted out finally in place of what he wants to say. It's so inept. So weak. Chishiya deserves more, but he can't say it or he'll ruin everything.
Instead he bites Chishiya's neck, nice and low, teeth digging in to stop himself from speaking.]
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The words are just as sweet now.
They still drip with all the sweetness Chishiya never knew he wanted. Desserts and drinks were a quirk, a preference. Something that never had to make sense, even if Chishiya had spent two weeks reading up on psychological theories and coping when he was seventeen and going through research journals in his free time.
But this?
Logan moves and Chishiya groans, throat bared and pain stabs through the pleasure. Logan's teeth, the edge to all of it. Something that just makes his head spin faster, blood boiling and heart jackhammering behind his ribs.
To be missed...]
Oh, oh fuck-- don't stop.
[Nails digging in to the firm muscle of Logan's ass, the other touching every inch of skin he can possibly reach.]
Last time-- [Too long ago, with Logan's cum drying on his skin and Chishiya can only talk in broken gasps-] marks lasted for weeks-
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Chishiya curses and moans, and Logan wants to melt. The nails in his skin and the knowledge of how long his marks lasted on Chishiya's spur him on.
A kiss and then Logan moves along to Chishiya's shoulder and bites again, rubbing up against Chishiya slowly as he does and groaning.
Biting is never something he'd had much interest in before. Not until Chishiya. He'd thought it was something for animals to do, but now? Hearing the sounds it pulls from Chishiya? It feels like the only thing that comes close to the intensity between them.]
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The marks were new. Chishiya knew he liked pain, or the hint of it, sensations on different ends of a spectrum and extremes were--]
Logan- [Breathless and he can bare recognize his own voice, the need threaded through it and so much longing-
He knew pain but the marks were new. Chishiya had seen them on peers, dark-blues and purples, half-hidden under cheap concealer in his teen years and he'd rolled his eyes at it.
It had seemed stupid. Foolish. Childish.
This doesn't.
It feels like everything. A visual reminder when they're apart, an echo of pain when he pushes on them when he's alone.
He moans Logan's name again, fingers clenching in his hair until he kiss Logan's mouth again, never slowing the roll of his hips. Rising up to meet Logan on every push.]
I'm-- please-- don't stop-- close-
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When they kiss he presses against Chishiya's lips roughly, then gasps for air when they part.
They're both so close and yet each roll of their hips becomes frustrating. Perfectly wonderful, but not quite close enough.
Logan moves, leaning on one elbow to reach down between them. He wraps a hand around them both, so that each thrust is felt fully, both cocks pressed against each other.
After a moan he meets Chishiya's eyes, his smile brief before it's replaced by outright desire.]
Chishiya... You're... So hot... Perfect... Please...
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Like liquid fire being poured through him and Chishiya curls his legs up, instinct and desire to keep Logan closer. To cant his hips and push through the firm tunnel Logan's made for them.
His head snaps back, eyes glazed and bright on Logan's, mouth open even if the kisses he tries to plant on Logan's lips go off-center and sloppy.
Lust curling like a coiled wire, and ever breath catches in his throat on a whimper.]
Yes- [a mindless answer as he flies higher, coiling tighter like a loaded spring] Yes, more, Logan-- please-
[Chishiya's chest stutters, air trapped in his lungs and back bowed in an arch. Flames soaring as he comes, hips jerking, cum shooting up to paint them both-] -fuck- [Clutching Logan tight, both arms around his neck and Chishiya's face buried in his neck]