[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.]
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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.]