[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...
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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...