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[He] got me singing like ooh
I'll do anything to have you
In and out of the bedroom
Logan's never been such a mess before. Glasses missing, tie askew, breathing hard, hips jerking as he chases Roman's grip on his cock. His face is flushed, his mouth half-open, his arms trembling as he attempts to hold himself up on the bed-
Roman's never seen anything hotter.
"Stunning for me," Roman breathes, giving his mouth a break for a moment, fingers slippery and sure between Logan's thighs, stroking him up and down. "Don't you feel more relaxed, my beautiful Logic?"
"I- you-" Logan swallows, sweat glistening on his forehead and dampening his hair. He's still wearing a button-up shirt, but it's partially undone, revealing one of his nipples, flushed and puffy from the attention Roman's already lavished on it. "I do feel...more relaxed," Logan finally gets out, between moans. "But very- ah! Very...this is a lot-"
"Too much?" Roman asks, slowing his hand. Logan shakes his head, frantic, and Roman continues, a smug half-smile playing on his lips.
"Not too much," Logan affirms, almost panting. "It's- you're so good, I-"
"Thank you," Roman murmurs. He speeds himself up, letting himself feel the weight of Logan's cock against his palm, the way his fingers curl around the shaft, the lube glistening on his skin-
Logan finishes again with a desperate cry of Roman's name, making a mess of Roman's hand and wrist. Very deliberately, making eye contact with his boyfriend, the creative side bends his head a little and licks it off his fingers with long, loving swipes of his tongue. Logan swallows convulsively.
"Roman," he whines. "Please-"
Roman scoots further down in the bed, then leans down and swallows Logan's cock whole, pressing himself easily down to the base and holding himself there, feeling Logan's still-hard dick throb inside him. Logan makes a garbled, unintelligible sound, and one hand comes down, pressing Roman's head closer. As if he can't bear to lose Roman's mouth for even an inch. Even a bare centimeter.
This has been focused on Logan and Logan's pleasure (it is, after all, in part to make the logical side relax), but that particular realization makes Roman throb hard, straining against his pants. His tongue laves every bit of skin that it can reach, sucking on Logan like Logan is Roman's last meal and he's starved.
"Roman, Roman, ah-" Logan's voice breaks. Roman can feel him in his throat and silently blesses being a metaphysical human being, as Logan so eloquently said before.
Which also must be why Logan doesn't really have a refractory period, as Roman's been proving for the past three hours. He's lost count of how many times he's made Logan orgasm all over himself, or Roman. The sheets are a sticky mess of cum and lube, and there are stains on Roman's pants that may never come out.
He himself hasn't finished once, no matter how turned on he is. (And he is. God, he is. Logan is so hot like this, coming completely undone, all for him.) That's not important to him right now.
He looks up through his lashes, mouth still stuffed full of Logan's cock, and Logan groans, fingers tightening in Roman's mussed hair. Pride virtually makes Roman glow.
"Roman, I- I'm gonna-" Logan tries to pull Roman away, but Roman refuses, holding onto Logan's hips with all his might. He looks up again, trying to convey with his eyes how much he wants Logan to cum down his throat.
He hums around Logan, and that does it. A few weak spurts, and Roman is pulling away, licking salt traces from his lips in satisfaction.
"Let me reciprocate-" Logan manages to say weakly, and Roman looks up, surprised, before he crawls up the bed, settling next to Logan.
"You want to?" He asks, feeling oddly shy. His cheeks feel warm. Logan nods, exhausted but determined.
"Please," Logan requests, and what can Roman say to that? He grabs one of Logan's hands and guides it to his own rock hard cock. Logan feels him through his pants, making Roman gasp, before fumbling and undoing the button, peeling the zipper down and fishing him out.
Roman feels like he could finish at any moment. Logan's touch is so overwhelming, it's hard to remember how to breathe. He buries his face in Logan's neck, distracting himself from the onslaught of need by sucking a bruise into the side of Logan's neck. Logan's faint little whimpers tell him that this was a good choice.
"Good boy," Logan breathes, getting into the rhythm of the hand job, his fingers tight and slick around Roman's cock. His hips can't stay still, chasing the pleasure, desperate for more. Roman craves it, more than anything he's ever felt. He breaks off the hickey with a gasp, as his boyfriend's fingers slide up and down him.
"Please cum for me," Logan requests. It is a little bit formal, a little bit stilted, and still one of the hottest things that Logan's ever said. Roman shivers, need quickly overwhelming him.
"Logan," Roman whines, and his cock jerks in Logan's hand, painting logic in white. He falls back a little, still flushed and breathless, as Logan curiously licks some of Roman's cum off his fingers.
"Intriguing," Logan says, with a pleased little nod, and Roman nearly forgets to breathe. "We should shower, I think. And change the sheets," Logan adds, with a frown.
"Anything you want, darling," Roman breathes. Logan turns back to him and smiles, leaning over and giving him a kiss.