[He rattles off his address on instinct, already tilting his head back to allow Logan better access. To groan deep in his throat and fist his hands in to Logan's hair and hold him there, mouth pressed against his skin and Chishiya's hands messing up his hair.
The car ride takes somewhere between a minute and too-fucking-long, before Chishiya can tap his card and pull Logan out of the car, free hand twitching impatiently at his side for the whole walk to his apartment.
Skin cooling in the air, because he forgot his hoodie at the club and really, he doesn't need it. Needs the hum of Logan's heartbeat under his mouth and soon, needs to put his hands all over him and make them both come apart at the seams.
Which is why as soon as he gets the door open, he drags Logan in with him, kicking the door shut and promptly slams his hand against the light switch and pushes Logan back up against the front door, bathing them both in white light.
His chest heaves, panting breaths from anticipation and urgency, from holding back just enough to get them here without just slipping his hands down Logan's pants. Or down his own, it's 50-50 at this point anyway.
But Chishiya takes a deep breath, crowding Logan against the door, a hand framing his face so he can drag his thumb over Logan's bottom lip. Eyes darting down to follow his own finger against Logan's mouth.]
I'm still me.
[Half a warning, maybe, that sleep-wear and makeup doesn't change him.]
[It doesn't matter now. They're going in the right direction, they're headed towards light and privacy and safety, escorted by the flashes of streetlamps passing them by. If his arm were better he might have picked Chishiya up just to get them to his place faster, just to keep him closer.
His eagerness makes pulling him inside easy. Between the light being turned on and Chishiya pushing him against the door he just about melts. With relief of too many kinds. The pause is a kindness. Where he can catch his breath and warm Chishiya's sides with his hands which move as if making sure he's really there.
Hot breath presses against Chishiya's thumb, and Logan drinks in the half-bare, shining, dishevelled man in front of him. Chishiya's lips glisten like jewels, and his dark eyes are filled with want.
What a strange request. Logan's lust and alcohol muddled brain struggles to really comprehend what he's being told. That Chishiya doesn't care about him? The idea doesn't quite sink in. That someone could not care about him, but treat him like this. Without getting paid, anyway. Some part of him recognises that it seems right, that the only person who should want him wouldn't care about him. That seems fair. After all he's done, that's fair.
It doesn't matter. He already cares. He already knows Chishiya is going to break his heart. It doesn't matter if he says no, so why would he? If they're going to do this, they should do it right.]
[A punched-out noise that comes just before Chishiya strikes, body coiled tight (tighter) with waiting, with being nice, with being patient and he leaps forward, smashing his mouth against Logan's. Licking at the seam of his lips, hands already in Logan's hair again.
This is probably a mistake, and he knows it - slow-motion trainwreck of his own making, because Logan isn't someone he wants to kick out in the morning. Isn't someone who doesn't even know his name, not an anonymous fuck in the parking lot.
It's going to be messy, and Chishiya can' drag up a single care about it. Not with Logan here, smack in the middle of Chishiya's apartment that he never takes anyone to. Not when he's so willing, is murmuring consent against Chishiya's mouth to all of him.]
- bedroom
[Probably nonsense since he's not breaking the kiss for more than half a second, doesn't let up pushing himself up on his toes to get full contact and press himself against every inch of Logan.]
[The suddenness throws Logan back against the door, but as soon as his brain catches up, he reciprocates in kind. Mouth open, inviting, searching for Chishiya's tongue against his. One hand pulling him close by the waist while the other runs through his hair.
He'd stay there for another while, revelling in finally getting to kiss Chishiya. The muffled noise barely registers until 'room' catches up with him. He gets the idea.
It takes him a moment before he gets his balance, but when he does he starts pushing back against Chishiya. He has no idea where the bedroom is, and he's not focused on searching for it. Instead once they're a few steps away from the door he pulls away just long enough to tease, with the reward of a kiss for the answer to the question,] Where?
[One hand trails down Logan's neck, hooking in to the fabric of his shirt as Chishiya leads him backwards through the hall and in to another white room, a large bed pushed up against the wall at the center of it.
It's a bedroom.
It looks vaguely unused.
But Chishiya backs up until his legs hit the bed-frame, pulling Logan along with him. It's slow work the whole way, with every other step punctuated by a pause and a kiss. Heated and hungry, the way Chishiya kisses him back. Teeth biting gently in to Logan's lip, before his tongue soothes the tiny hurt.
Letting go, he fumbles for the switch by the bed and lets himself fall backwards, eyes dark on Logan and he curls his finger, beckoning him down on the bed with him.]
[A little slowing down doesn't upset him. He's happy to savour this, and better with stopping to feel their bodies react to one another, giving and taking and giving again. In movement and kissing, in breath and touch. In the unexpected pain of a bite and the soothing afterwards.
He stalls a little once they go inside the bedroom. As if only allowed to step where the light is cast from the hall. Then Chishiya turns the light on and Logan reaches for him again, only for him to fall away.
Logan is good at following orders, but this time he doesn't immediately bend to the beckoning of Chishiya's finger. He takes a moment. To look over the young man sprawled on the bed before him, flushed and glistening and beautifully messy. Then he does bend, bracing against the bed with one arm while the other presses against Chishiya's torso, pulling the shirt up with it in a slow, steady motion. Just enough for Logan to press gentle kisses along his stomach and waist and chest.]
[He lands less than gracefully, propped up on his elbows, one leg bent and attention fully on Logan.
On the way Logan stops, eyes roving over him as he sprawls and Chishiya almost manages a sharp grin when Logan makes his heart thunder to a sudden stop, only to pick up at triple speed the second after. The hand pulling his shirt out of the way, the gentle kisses and Chishiya keeps his eyes on him.
Muscles jumping under Logan's mouth, trembling against his lips from just this. Logan trails fire over his skin, setting him ablaze from the inside out and he wants to grab for him, wants to drag Logan down over him or under him, wants more.
Breath stuttering with every feathered kiss, every exhale a small whimper of need, of want.
But he lets Logan kiss him, lets him touch him while he shakes, while his hands clench in to the sheets to stop himself.]
[Every little flutter of excitement from Chishiya stokes the heat in Logan more. He wants to take his time, to enjoy this, to savour something he hasn't had in so long. He wants to care for Chishiya, even if the other man doesn't much care about it. Well, he's enjoying it at least. Logan can tell that much.
When he gets up far enough he coaxes Chishiya to let him take the shirt off, and then straddles him properly. Kisses him properly. Holds Chishiya's head in his hands and kisses him deeply, longingly.
He pauses to get his shoes off so that he can give Chishiya his entire focus again. He'll even be kind and start working on the buttons of his own shirt while he kisses Chishiya's neck, and mouth, and then gets distracted following his collarbone.]
[That he wants this, that he likes it, should be evident from the hardness he can't quite stop himself from grinding up against Logan, seated as he is on Chishiya's lap. His own hands busy taking over from Logan, fumbling with the buttons that seem to slip from his shaking fingers more than they should - but he's also not going to ruin another shirt.
Chishiya gives a small huff of frustration, from his own inability to coordinate and from the buttons, but it bleeds away in a moan. A full-body shudder, from the feel of it all. From Logan's mouth on him, from the firmness he finds when he gives up completely and just slips his hands under Logan's shirt. Hands fanned out against his shoulder-blades, pulling slightly.
An almost guide to get Logan's mouth back on his, to lick at his mouth and twist his tongue over Logan's, to lose what little breath he's managed to find all over again in heated, messy distracting kisses.]
[The roll of Chishiya's hips interrupt Logan, his groan half gasped in surprise as hardness presses against hardness. It's easier to let Chishiya at his shirt while his head stops spinning. By the time Chishiya gives up, Logan decides it's close enough, and pulls the loosened shirt off over his head. It gets thrown somewhere. He doesn't know where. Doesn't care where.
Chishiya has seen him without his shirt before. With a body better suited to a swimmer than a boxer, with a couple of small scars scattered mostly around his arms, and with the injury Chishiya stitched up himself. Logan did his best to take care of it, and it's not alarming, but the gauze is a little ruffled from all of their grasping hands.
Logan is happy to get back to kissing Chishiya. He's happy to return to his lips, to his tongue. Chishiya brings the heat, and Logan brings the depth. Hot and deep and messy and wanting. But the more they kiss, the more Logan wants. His hands creep lower until his fingers slip under Chishiya's waistband, clinging on but wanting to pull. He wants his own trousers off, too. Jeans are too restrictive and too rough for this.]
[Chishiya doesn't notice the scars except as small, smoother patches of skin. Something that he wants to curl his tongue around - later, when he's not too busy losing his dizzy mind in to the kisses, in to the heat of Logan's mouth and his clever hands.]
Yes-- please-
[Choking on air, because fuck yes, less clothes is probably better even if he could spend the next hour just kissing. Just letting his body press in hard, to ride the edge of too-much and not-enough] Logan, please--
[He wriggles out of his own pants, easy. They're loose for a reason, toeing off his shoes until he's naked under the other man. Did he even wear underwear to the club?
If he looks, Logan will see what looks suspiciously like gunshot wounds to his side and chest. Star-shaped and pulling slightly, pale pink against paler skin.]
You. Too.
[Gasping and he leans up on his elbows to kiss him again, hand coming up to grab Logan on the back of his neck and hold him close, the drag of him against the rough denim forces a strangled groan from his mouth mid-kiss.]
[It's so easy for Chishiya to get out of his trousers. It's not so easy for him to slow down. Logan, on the other hand, is fine with taking things one step at a time. Like unwrapping a present bit by bit.
Logan kisses him back roughly, but then pulls Chishiya's hand away from his neck so that he can sit back. He sets his fingers to Chishiya's lips.] One moment.
[He moves away, leaving Chishiya propped up on his elbows, so that he can look at the other man properly. So that he can see all of Chishiya beneath him, naked and hard and yearning. For him. The least he can do is make sure every second is luxury for Chishiya.
Logan slides further away, fingers trailing down Chishiya's body, down his legs... Then he lifts one of Chishiya's legs slightly, his left, and hooks it into his elbow. It's easier that way to trail kisses down from his knee to his groin. It gives him more room to let his teeth lightly graze the sensitive inner thigh of one leg and then kiss it to switch to the other. A breath, a look, a smile, given to Chishiya's cock, but nothing more. Not yet.]
[The shaking starts in his legs, a quivering that travels up until even his elbows tremble and his head hangs, mouth open and Chishiya is gasping tiny, shallow breaths.
He wills his hands to not shake when he reaches out to cart a hand through Logan's hair, and he fails. Miserably and delightedly, lust melting through him with the gentle touches. The scrape of teeth and he's close to begging-]
Tease
[The only heat in it is desire. He shifts his hand to stroke his fingers over Logan's face, across the sweat beading his forehead and gathering in his hairline. Down over the slope of his nose, a soft caress that trails down the edge of his jaw.
[The caress is unexpected. Sweet. Logan turns his head to give Chishiya's fingers a kiss as they pass his lips. They're not his focus, however.
He'll take the unintentional criticism, though. If it's too teasing then Logan will just have to give him some relief. He keeps his eyes on Chishiya's face as he moves his kisses closer and closer, until he finally presses his lips to Chishiya's cock. Soft lips but firm kisses, little notes of affection. There's only so much gentleness he can maintain, however, and he breaks by licking the length of his erection.
Oh he'd happily enjoy Chishiya all night like this.]
[Not what he meant, but Chishiya is not complaining. How could he, when the world pins off its axis and narrows everything down to the hot mouth on his dick and the way Logan never looks away.
When he's already struggling to breathe, hips jerking against the sheets and his hand tightens in Logan's hair.
Not to move him, but to hang on to something solid in the stormy haze of want that sweeps through him, that makes him whine in the back of his throat.]
[He knew what Chishiya had meant, but he also didn't much care. Not with Chishiya's hand tight in his hair, making it hard to move. Not with those lovely involuntary jerk of his hips.
Logan's hands move back and forth, lightly drawing meaningless patterns against Chishiya's inner thighs. He licks and kisses, soft teasing and firm pressure. Until he pauses to make sure he has enough saliva, and finally takes Chishiya in his mouth. Bit by bit, feeling the soft skin around the hard member with his tongue. Then moving back and forth, taking and giving more ground with happy little sounds of his own.]
[Now, his hand guides, a firm pressure on the back of Logan's neck, tiny jerks of his hips as he fucks shallowly past his lips. In to the liquid heat of Logan's pretty mouth, his own mouth going dry-
Vibration and hot, so hot it scorches, radiating fire from his cock until his whole body is aflame with it. Chishiya can only stand it for a short time before the pull on Logan's hair goes from tight to tighter.
On edge from the club, from the gentle hands on the dance floor and Logan's mouth on him on the whole way here. From teasing kisses and Logan. He had been wanting before he even left the apartment and now it's an all-consuming spark and he pulls-]
Don't want to- [another whine, punched out of him] come yet.
[Pulling at Logan until he comes close enough to kiss, making impatient noises until he relents, squirming under Logan's tongue.]
[Oh that feels good. That pressure. To be wanted. To want. To pleasure Chishiya with his mouth like this. It pulls small moans from his own throat, between breathing and swallowing and stroking Chishiya with his tongue.
There is something so wonderfully forceful, so deliciously direct, about being pulled by his hair. Logan's breath is heavy, from lust and having his mouth on Chishiya, but he kisses his lips all the same. His tongue can do work here as well.
But then he moves again, kissing Chishiya's jaw and neck. Catching his breath while a hand goes to undo his own painfully tight trousers. All Chishiya's sounds, his touch, make Logan ache with a throbbing heat, and he needs freedom.]
What do you want? [Between kisses.] Do you want me to fuck you? [And more kisses. Gentle as if to soften the strangeness of Logan speaking such crude words.] Or do you want to fuck me?
[It stays gentle for a hot second before Chishiya makes it messy again, smearing his mouth of Logan's, stabbing his tongue in to his mouth to curl around Logan's. To pull more of those moans out of him, the tiny almost hiding ones and hits like a lustful punch to the gut.]
Don't care- [Taking advantage of Logan trying to do two things at once to kiss across his face and nibble on an earlobe, sucking it in to his mouth with panting breaths.] Get naked
[With me, but the rest gets lost when he tries to help, one hand trying to reach down in to Logan's pants, knuckles gliding down Logan's stomach until he can grip him through his pants.]
[The sudden touch gets a gasp and then a shuddered moan. It doesn't help, Logan's focus split too many ways and his hand managing nothing.]
Wait... [He rolls over to lay on the bed beside Chishiya. From here it's so much easier to lift his hips and use both hands to slide trousers and underwear off in one go. Finally kicking the last of it off he matches Chishiya in nakedness. He'll even climb back on top of the other man if Chishiya doesn't beat him to it.]
[Chishiya is already up on his elbows, watching Logan with wide, dark eyes. Watching as he breathes, the way he moves and the roll of his hips to get out of the last piece of clothes between them.
And he doesn't wait, just rolls over smoothly to press himself against Logan as soon as the pants hit the floor, gasping breathlessly as he licks his own palm before taking them both in hand, crushed between them in a filthy grip and a slow slide of his spit-slick hand.]
- fuck-
[He takes a breath, deep and shuddering, forehead thumping down to hit Logan on the chest. Chishiya's body is a live-wire, electricity sparking through his veins. He leans up on an elbow to watch, how Logan looks when he strokes them again, his own moan caught behind his teeth.]
[He had been going to sit up, to move, and is on his elbows when Chishiya rolls on top of him. That grasping touch pulls all the air out of his lungs in a gasp. His eyes glaze over and he falls back down onto the bed.
The second stroke pulls a moan from him, deep enough to make his back arch and his head tilt back. His hands reach, grasping for Chishiya, for his shoulders, his hair, for him. For some stability as his touch makes Logan shudder with pleasure.
For the first time in so long there are no plans, no thoughts beyond being here in this moment. Logan feels like he's on fire, and he wants more. His fingers tighten, pressing into Chishiya's skin, grabbing a fistful of hair, and his hips shift against Chishiya's hand. As much a request as a demand. More.]
[Chishiya's breath hitches from the pull on his hair, air trapped in his throat before comes out on a breathy moan of Logan's name, his lips hovering above Logan's - open-mouthed and barely touching.
When he licks his lips, he gets the both of them; tongue flicking out in a flutter on Logan's mouth.
Like Logan, he's burning up. Skin slick with sweat where they slide together, from Logan's hands and mouth and every sound he makes just makes Chishiya burn hotter. Makes it all tighten until he can't tear his eyes away from how absolutely gorgeous Logan looks. Flushed cheeks and demanding jerks of his hips.
And it's almost too much, and it's not enough at all. Too soon and he doesn't want it to end, slowing his own thrusts to a slower pace. Everything screams at him to hurry, to snap his hips harder, faster, more.
Every breath a stutter of sound, every kiss a little bit messier in the best way.]
[It's impossible not to roll his hips, thrusting into Chishiya's hand even as he tries not to. Tries to force himself to slow down. What if this is it? What if this is all he gets? He doesn't want it to end this quickly.
Logan's head rolls, heavy-lidded eyes scanning around him, searching for lube in a seemingly unused room. He can't see anything, or can't focus.
His fingers tighten and his eyes close as he tries to keep his thoughts straight, but the feeling of them pressed together, Chishiya's hand around them, is overwhelming. He opens his eyes again, and tugs Chishiya's hair to force their gaze to meet.]
Chishiya... Chishiya, I want... I want you.
[Breathless, he pulls himself up, pulls Chishiya down. So that each word is felt in hot panting against Chishiya's skin.]
[It takes him half a second to make the words make sense -]
Fuck, I don't-
[A grunt of frustration because yes, fuck, yes to that, hips still working to push them through the tight tunnel of his fist] have lube.
[Or condoms. Because he doesn’t bring people here, never takes it to his home. Always somewhere else where his name doesn't matter, where nothing matters but getting off hard and fast.
Chishiya pulls against the hold on his hair, it hurts and it's as delicious as the hand on his waist, nails scraping his skin and the look in Logan's eyes. Pulls enough to kiss him again, mind racing. Is cooking oil safe? Does he care? There's a tube of lotion rattling around somewhere in the bathroom for his hands - industrial, unscented- that might work.
He ends the kiss with a wet pop, exhaling through his nose.]
[While Chishiya answers, and continues to thrust, Logan presses his cheek against Chishiya's, nuzzles him as he tries to think when all he wants to do is fuck.
Logan pulls away just enough to shake his head. He didn't even bring a jacket with him. Even if he had, he never expected this. Never expected he'd find anyone tonight, at least. No condoms, no lube, no preparation.
There's nothing. Just a dead end. Ways to finish, ways to continue, but not quite what he wants. A little bit of reality sinks in. Frustration. He lets go of Chishiya and falls back onto the bed, trying and failing to blink away the haze of lust, because he has to if he's going to think of a solution. Or of what to do next.]
[Logan pulls away, or as far as he can with Chishiya on top of him with a firm grip on his dick. Hands falling away and Chishiya stops, too. Unclenching his hand even when he really doesn't want to, wants to keep going, wants to rut down and feel it sizzle over his skin with every push of Logan's hips.
But-]
I don't- [And he gets up on both elbows, reluctant for the first time since he swanned out to the waiting car.] have sex. A lot.
[Still panting, still breathless. Want humming underneath his skin, pulse a thrumming rush in his ears. A mix of embarrassment and desire making his cheeks flush pink.]
I can find something. Might work.
[Might not, but it would be worth the sting of pain.]
[The admission is met with a surprised blink from Logan. Because Chishiya could, if he wanted to. He could have plenty of sex. And then, after a second, Logan smiles, head falling back to look at the ceiling with a breathless laugh.
It doesn't occur to him that Chishiya might be offended by this, or that perhaps he should explain. All he's thinking is how many years it's been since he was with someone, and what a pair they make.
He returns his gaze to Chishiya, his hands running through the other's hair again. To bring him closer, to kiss him again.]
It doesn't matter. We don't need to.
[He'd much rather the taste of Chishiya's skin than nothing. He'd much rather they enjoy themselves than not. It's not what quite what his heated brain yearns for, but he doesn't care.]
[That might have stung if Chishiya had any pride left, but he sold that a long time ago for his silence, his morals and any decency he had. He frowns in to the kiss, head leaning in to the softer hold.
Too drunk to think, and he pushes it all away, kissing back.]
No, wait-
[He's resourceful, plan already forming as he slithers down Logan's body, peppering kisses down the plane of his chest until he gets to his feet. The room swims a little but with practiced ease, Chishiya stands.]
Wait for me.
[A final, lingering caress to the nearest leg before he's off to the bathroom, rummaging through the cabinet when he finds a tube of lotion. It smears thick and slippery on his fingers and it'll be enough. Slippery enough for him to contemplate slicking himself up before going back to bed.
Discards the idea, he doesn't want to sober up yet. Needs to head back before he can start thinking about what he's doing, needs to sink back in to the heated kisses and the soft skin under his hands]
This will work - [Chishiya holds up the tube, letting it dangle from his fingers as he slinks closer. His hair's a mess, his mouth kissed-red and glistening, he sits back down on Logan's lap with a sigh of satisfaction at the rub of them together.
[The idea of waiting makes him groan, but those kisses help. They help tide him over a little longer so that he doesn't immediately feel Chishiya's absence. He doesn't have to spend as long focusing on the sounds of the other man searching for something. Or running his hands over the sheets and revelling in this being Chishiya's bed.
All of it is enough to distract him until Chishiya returns, practically dancing in how smoothly he saunters back to the bed. Logan ignores the prize at first, sitting up to wrap Chishiya in his arms and kiss him deeply, feverishly.
He rolls the two of them over, letting his mouth wander all over the beautiful, shining body beneath him. Then he pauses to take the tube. It's been a while, but some things are impossible to forget. Chishiya doesn't have to do anything himself while he's with Logan.
The prince gladly lets his kisses trail down lower, and lower, until he's able to hook Chishiya's leg over an arm again. It's easier to get access this way. To do it properly. Logan's left hand is still weaker than it ought to be, but it can do this. He doesn't want to sacrifice the dexterity it provides. Logan kisses and caresses while he prepares Chishiya, ignoring any twinge from his shoulder as being more than worth it.]
[It's dizzying, the way Logan switches from gentle to absolutely wrecking him. The glide of fingers is almost smooth, the sharp sting bearable. A reminder that this is real, that it's Logan and his clever fingers and talented mouth on him- in him. Everywhere.
Chishiya moans, back arching through every twist of Logan's fingers - it's been so long, it takes a moment for his body to remember. But it does nothing to stop the fire from setting him aflame, passion licking up his spine like a tongue.]
Please -
[He is begging now, hands grabbing for Logan, any part of him that he can reach like this, fingers latching on with fierce determination.
Lost again, blood boiling and face flushed, panting out]
[Whatever he's done will have to do. It's hard enough to focus without Chishiya moaning and pleading for him.
Logan shifts to be closer to Chishiya, to kiss his stomach and chest between positioning himself. Then, one hand on his hips, Logan pushes with a shuddered groan. Slowly, but firmly. Giving Chishiya time to adjust little by little until he's all the way in. He stops, then, bringing their lips together again, one hand cupping Chishiya's head. A kiss, deep and sweet.
His hips move, his throat rumbling in a moan. Everything flushes with a renewed heat. It barely takes a moment before he's compelled to pick up the pace. Steady and wonderful.]
[There's a brief stab of burning pain when Logan bottoms out, when there's heated skin pressed flushed against his own and Chishiya gasps, open-mouthed and eyes blinking rapidly as he adjusts. Brief, fleeting really before Logan moves and he melts, back arching clean off the bed. Held in place by sweet kisses and pinned by consuming want.
He reaches out, trailing his fingers up Logan's arms to grab his shoulders, nails digging in. To give himself something to push against, when the rhythm picks up.
Hard, and everything ignites, sparks doesn't just fly through him anymore, it fucking explodes. An inferno of pleasure that rolls over his skin, that sets his mind on fire, that has him gasp out whispered words of 'please, yes, please, Logan', words of 'beautiful, perfect, want you' muttered mindlessly against Logan's mouth as he tries to kiss back, tries to open his mouth for him and let's it all consume him.
Legs locked around Logan's hips to help, to get him deeper, to make it last. Shameless in his desire, in his open eyes on Logan's and his greedy hands clutching over Logan's skin.]
[The way Chishiya arches. The way he gasps and moans. The way he says Logan's name. It's enough to make a man fall in love. Everything so beautiful in every way. Even the sting of Chishiya's nails and the protest of Logan's stitches. It's all part of it.
Logan wants to pant back, to share reassurances and agreement and yearning, but Chishiya says it all, says it better. Instead Logan says Chishiya's name. Over and over. In a whisper, and a moan, and a shudder. In every way he can.
That steady rhythm he started with doesn't last. His hand reaches down, pulling Chishiya's thigh up just a little higher, to feel just a little closer. His hips speed up, just a bit, and then more. Knees pushing desperately into the mattress as he thrusts into Chishiya. Until there's no breath left for names or kissing or anything but breathing and moaning. Logan tries to form words, but the sounds fall apart. All he can do is hold on to Chishiya as he fucks him as hard and fast as he can.]
[The angle changes and Chishiya surges in to it, back bowed to reach Logan even as the kisses go ragged, even when all he can do is slide his mouth wetly over Logan's shoulder or mouthing the wrist pushing in to the bed next to his head.
He whimpers, more words -even here, even when he's already gasping so hard his head swims from it, when he's already close, trembling on the edge of orgasm, and still-]
Don't stop- [it runs together, no longer words just noise, just something his lips form and he reaches down to fist his own dick, pulling off-rhythm and vicious] don't- please-
[Never running out of words, pleading with Logan or the universe as he comes hard enough for his toes to curl, a scream trapped in his lungs as he struggles to pull in air and still Logan's name falls from his tingling lips in a whisper, fingers curling tighter where he grabs Logan's hair as he comes between them, slippery-slick and shuddering.]
[He doesn't stop. There's no way he could with Chishiya pleading with him for more. There's nothing he wants more than to watch Chishiya fall apart in bliss, and when he finally sees it, he can't help but wish he could capture that moment.
Somewhere between the begging and seeing Chishiya bring about his own pleasurable ending, Logan tips over the edge. Finishing with a shuddering, breathless moan of ecstasy. He's glad for the grip on his hair, and his own fingers pressed into Chishiya's skin, if only because they keep him grounded. Keep him from falling in the wonderfully dizzying aftershocks that crash through him.
The air finally returns to his lungs and he turns to kiss Chishiya. On the jaw, on the cheek, on the lips. It's like a drug, the afterglow throbbing with each beat of his heart. Logan slowly loosens his grip on Chishiya, and pulls out of the other man before trailing some more kisses across his skin.]
[He comes down slow, syrupy sweet against Logan's mouth, his own curling in to a small, satisfied smile when he stretches, all the aches buzzing. Mind pleasantly dulled, still spitting out static signals that makes his fingers tingle.
Chishiya pulls Logan up to kiss again, to brush his lips lazily over Logan's. To keep him close, still cradled between his legs, close enough to wrap a hand around the back of his neck and deepen the kiss. To pour the last of the heady lust that knocked him stupid in to it.
Lax and still drunk, Chishiya wraps both arms around Logan, in what might be called a hug, completely boneless and spent.]
[There's no need for anything more than this. Logan gladly takes the embrace as an excuse to wrap his own arms around Chishiya. This way they both keep each other close.
Logan enjoys the depth of that kiss, and when Chishiya finally pulls away he continues pressing light kisses all across Chishiya until the energising lust finally dulls. Since he has Chishiya in his arms anyway, he rolls over and brings Chishiya with him. He's too used to being the one his lovers lay on, too tall for anything else.
He doesn't want to move. Doesn't want to think about what Chishiya will want now. Doesn't want to ruin this moment. So he just enjoys the warmth of their two bodies together. Enjoys the sight of the man in his arms. Enjoys it all while he can with a happy little smile curling his lips.]
[The world tilts again, literally, and his head swims a little when he's rolled, but Chishiya allows it. Much to satisfied to do anything but sprawl loose-limbed and sore against Logan's chest.
His only move is to toe at the comforter from the foot of the bed, pulling it over the both of them with a sigh.
Letting the silence fall over the room as their breathing slows, as his heart stops racing and let's the alcohol burn away whatever thoughts he might have had.]
[Logan's heart doesn't stop racing, exactly. It doesn't feel like his chest is about to burst, but... It does beat faster when Chishiya doesn't get up. When he pulls a cover over them. When he stays comfortable and still against Logan.
He would have been happy with just this much. Just holding him. The night has been a little more than that.
There's a risk that moving might ruin this. Might draw attention to himself, and to what's happening. Not that Logan really knows what's happening. Something. He's not thinking straight enough to know what, but there is an innate feeling that he might accidentally scare Chishiya off like a feral cat who's finally decided to crawl into his lap. Yet Logan takes that risk. He brings his hand to Chishiya's head and begins stroke his hair. A slow, lazy, contented brushing.]
[Chishiya hums, eyes closed as he lets the vertigo spin him in hazy circles. In the dark behind his eyelids, there's still burst of fireworks firing.
Slow ones, more contentment than anything else. Fucked out and blissful.
As long as Logan stays quiet, they stay like this. Chishiya curled up on his chest, head pillowed on Logan's shoulder, as the frantic, frenetic energy evaporates, leaving him wrung out and tired.
Head empty and body grounded with the slow strokes through his hair, his thumb drawing idle, sleepy circles on Logan's chest.]
[Logan's eyes and thoughts roam. He notices the scars on Chishiya's body a bit better. Part of him wants to ask. The rest of him knows that there can be no happy answer to that. It's a question for another time.
Instead he closes his eyes. He doesn't intend to sleep. He might, after having a few drinks, after the adrenaline spike from the club, and the post-orgasmic bliss. It's hard to tell whether he sleeps or simply drifts through the rest of the night.
At some point he can feel the shift from night to day, his mind seizing on the tell-tale signs of sunrise creeping past blinds and sneaking under doorways. Logan slips out from under Chishiya, pulling the blanket back over him to make up for the loss of warmth. He has no idea when Chishiya is working next. Whether it's today or tomorrow, the man needs his rest. Logan does his best not to wake him as he gets dressed and heads out of the room.
He does do a little exploring. Enough to get freshened up just slightly. Enough to get some water. Enough to find Chishiya's medicine cabinet. He only returns to the room once, to put a glass of water, a sheet of painkillers and a note on Chishiya's bedside cabinet. After that, he finally leaves, closing the door as quietly as possible and enjoying the brisk walk back to his car.
The note looks more suited to be a wedding invitation than a morning after message. In elegant cursive it simply reads, I'll call you later -L.]
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@ridofthethrone, continued
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[He rattles off his address on instinct, already tilting his head back to allow Logan better access. To groan deep in his throat and fist his hands in to Logan's hair and hold him there, mouth pressed against his skin and Chishiya's hands messing up his hair.
The car ride takes somewhere between a minute and too-fucking-long, before Chishiya can tap his card and pull Logan out of the car, free hand twitching impatiently at his side for the whole walk to his apartment.
Skin cooling in the air, because he forgot his hoodie at the club and really, he doesn't need it. Needs the hum of Logan's heartbeat under his mouth and soon, needs to put his hands all over him and make them both come apart at the seams.
Which is why as soon as he gets the door open, he drags Logan in with him, kicking the door shut and promptly slams his hand against the light switch and pushes Logan back up against the front door, bathing them both in white light.
His chest heaves, panting breaths from anticipation and urgency, from holding back just enough to get them here without just slipping his hands down Logan's pants. Or down his own, it's 50-50 at this point anyway.
But Chishiya takes a deep breath, crowding Logan against the door, a hand framing his face so he can drag his thumb over Logan's bottom lip. Eyes darting down to follow his own finger against Logan's mouth.]
I'm still me.
[Half a warning, maybe, that sleep-wear and makeup doesn't change him.]
Tell me yes anyway.
His eagerness makes pulling him inside easy. Between the light being turned on and Chishiya pushing him against the door he just about melts. With relief of too many kinds. The pause is a kindness. Where he can catch his breath and warm Chishiya's sides with his hands which move as if making sure he's really there.
Hot breath presses against Chishiya's thumb, and Logan drinks in the half-bare, shining, dishevelled man in front of him. Chishiya's lips glisten like jewels, and his dark eyes are filled with want.
What a strange request. Logan's lust and alcohol muddled brain struggles to really comprehend what he's being told. That Chishiya doesn't care about him? The idea doesn't quite sink in. That someone could not care about him, but treat him like this. Without getting paid, anyway. Some part of him recognises that it seems right, that the only person who should want him wouldn't care about him. That seems fair. After all he's done, that's fair.
It doesn't matter. He already cares. He already knows Chishiya is going to break his heart. It doesn't matter if he says no, so why would he? If they're going to do this, they should do it right.]
Yes. Yes to you. To all of you.
[A punched-out noise that comes just before Chishiya strikes, body coiled tight (tighter) with waiting, with being nice, with being patient and he leaps forward, smashing his mouth against Logan's. Licking at the seam of his lips, hands already in Logan's hair again.
This is probably a mistake, and he knows it - slow-motion trainwreck of his own making, because Logan isn't someone he wants to kick out in the morning. Isn't someone who doesn't even know his name, not an anonymous fuck in the parking lot.
It's going to be messy, and Chishiya can' drag up a single care about it. Not with Logan here, smack in the middle of Chishiya's apartment that he never takes anyone to. Not when he's so willing, is murmuring consent against Chishiya's mouth to all of him.]
- bedroom
[Probably nonsense since he's not breaking the kiss for more than half a second, doesn't let up pushing himself up on his toes to get full contact and press himself against every inch of Logan.]
He'd stay there for another while, revelling in finally getting to kiss Chishiya. The muffled noise barely registers until 'room' catches up with him. He gets the idea.
It takes him a moment before he gets his balance, but when he does he starts pushing back against Chishiya. He has no idea where the bedroom is, and he's not focused on searching for it. Instead once they're a few steps away from the door he pulls away just long enough to tease, with the reward of a kiss for the answer to the question,] Where?
It's a bedroom.
It looks vaguely unused.
But Chishiya backs up until his legs hit the bed-frame, pulling Logan along with him. It's slow work the whole way, with every other step punctuated by a pause and a kiss. Heated and hungry, the way Chishiya kisses him back. Teeth biting gently in to Logan's lip, before his tongue soothes the tiny hurt.
Letting go, he fumbles for the switch by the bed and lets himself fall backwards, eyes dark on Logan and he curls his finger, beckoning him down on the bed with him.]
He stalls a little once they go inside the bedroom. As if only allowed to step where the light is cast from the hall. Then Chishiya turns the light on and Logan reaches for him again, only for him to fall away.
Logan is good at following orders, but this time he doesn't immediately bend to the beckoning of Chishiya's finger. He takes a moment. To look over the young man sprawled on the bed before him, flushed and glistening and beautifully messy. Then he does bend, bracing against the bed with one arm while the other presses against Chishiya's torso, pulling the shirt up with it in a slow, steady motion. Just enough for Logan to press gentle kisses along his stomach and waist and chest.]
On the way Logan stops, eyes roving over him as he sprawls and Chishiya almost manages a sharp grin when Logan makes his heart thunder to a sudden stop, only to pick up at triple speed the second after. The hand pulling his shirt out of the way, the gentle kisses and Chishiya keeps his eyes on him.
Muscles jumping under Logan's mouth, trembling against his lips from just this. Logan trails fire over his skin, setting him ablaze from the inside out and he wants to grab for him, wants to drag Logan down over him or under him, wants more.
Breath stuttering with every feathered kiss, every exhale a small whimper of need, of want.
But he lets Logan kiss him, lets him touch him while he shakes, while his hands clench in to the sheets to stop himself.]
When he gets up far enough he coaxes Chishiya to let him take the shirt off, and then straddles him properly. Kisses him properly. Holds Chishiya's head in his hands and kisses him deeply, longingly.
He pauses to get his shoes off so that he can give Chishiya his entire focus again. He'll even be kind and start working on the buttons of his own shirt while he kisses Chishiya's neck, and mouth, and then gets distracted following his collarbone.]
Chishiya gives a small huff of frustration, from his own inability to coordinate and from the buttons, but it bleeds away in a moan. A full-body shudder, from the feel of it all. From Logan's mouth on him, from the firmness he finds when he gives up completely and just slips his hands under Logan's shirt. Hands fanned out against his shoulder-blades, pulling slightly.
An almost guide to get Logan's mouth back on his, to lick at his mouth and twist his tongue over Logan's, to lose what little breath he's managed to find all over again in heated, messy distracting kisses.]
Chishiya has seen him without his shirt before. With a body better suited to a swimmer than a boxer, with a couple of small scars scattered mostly around his arms, and with the injury Chishiya stitched up himself. Logan did his best to take care of it, and it's not alarming, but the gauze is a little ruffled from all of their grasping hands.
Logan is happy to get back to kissing Chishiya. He's happy to return to his lips, to his tongue. Chishiya brings the heat, and Logan brings the depth. Hot and deep and messy and wanting. But the more they kiss, the more Logan wants. His hands creep lower until his fingers slip under Chishiya's waistband, clinging on but wanting to pull. He wants his own trousers off, too. Jeans are too restrictive and too rough for this.]
Yes-- please-
[Choking on air, because fuck yes, less clothes is probably better even if he could spend the next hour just kissing. Just letting his body press in hard, to ride the edge of too-much and not-enough] Logan, please--
[He wriggles out of his own pants, easy. They're loose for a reason, toeing off his shoes until he's naked under the other man. Did he even wear underwear to the club?
If he looks, Logan will see what looks suspiciously like gunshot wounds to his side and chest. Star-shaped and pulling slightly, pale pink against paler skin.]
You. Too.
[Gasping and he leans up on his elbows to kiss him again, hand coming up to grab Logan on the back of his neck and hold him close, the drag of him against the rough denim forces a strangled groan from his mouth mid-kiss.]
Edited 2025-11-22 08:25 pm (UTC)
Logan kisses him back roughly, but then pulls Chishiya's hand away from his neck so that he can sit back. He sets his fingers to Chishiya's lips.] One moment.
[He moves away, leaving Chishiya propped up on his elbows, so that he can look at the other man properly. So that he can see all of Chishiya beneath him, naked and hard and yearning. For him. The least he can do is make sure every second is luxury for Chishiya.
Logan slides further away, fingers trailing down Chishiya's body, down his legs... Then he lifts one of Chishiya's legs slightly, his left, and hooks it into his elbow. It's easier that way to trail kisses down from his knee to his groin. It gives him more room to let his teeth lightly graze the sensitive inner thigh of one leg and then kiss it to switch to the other. A breath, a look, a smile, given to Chishiya's cock, but nothing more. Not yet.]
He wills his hands to not shake when he reaches out to cart a hand through Logan's hair, and he fails. Miserably and delightedly, lust melting through him with the gentle touches. The scrape of teeth and he's close to begging-]
Tease
[The only heat in it is desire. He shifts his hand to stroke his fingers over Logan's face, across the sweat beading his forehead and gathering in his hairline. Down over the slope of his nose, a soft caress that trails down the edge of his jaw.
Beautiful.
As he goes boneless and pliant.
For now.]
He'll take the unintentional criticism, though. If it's too teasing then Logan will just have to give him some relief. He keeps his eyes on Chishiya's face as he moves his kisses closer and closer, until he finally presses his lips to Chishiya's cock. Soft lips but firm kisses, little notes of affection. There's only so much gentleness he can maintain, however, and he breaks by licking the length of his erection.
Oh he'd happily enjoy Chishiya all night like this.]
Edited 2025-11-22 10:11 pm (UTC)
[Not what he meant, but Chishiya is not complaining. How could he, when the world pins off its axis and narrows everything down to the hot mouth on his dick and the way Logan never looks away.
When he's already struggling to breathe, hips jerking against the sheets and his hand tightens in Logan's hair.
Not to move him, but to hang on to something solid in the stormy haze of want that sweeps through him, that makes him whine in the back of his throat.]
Logan's hands move back and forth, lightly drawing meaningless patterns against Chishiya's inner thighs. He licks and kisses, soft teasing and firm pressure. Until he pauses to make sure he has enough saliva, and finally takes Chishiya in his mouth. Bit by bit, feeling the soft skin around the hard member with his tongue. Then moving back and forth, taking and giving more ground with happy little sounds of his own.]
Vibration and hot, so hot it scorches, radiating fire from his cock until his whole body is aflame with it. Chishiya can only stand it for a short time before the pull on Logan's hair goes from tight to tighter.
On edge from the club, from the gentle hands on the dance floor and Logan's mouth on him on the whole way here. From teasing kisses and Logan. He had been wanting before he even left the apartment and now it's an all-consuming spark and he pulls-]
Don't want to- [another whine, punched out of him] come yet.
[Pulling at Logan until he comes close enough to kiss, making impatient noises until he relents, squirming under Logan's tongue.]
There is something so wonderfully forceful, so deliciously direct, about being pulled by his hair. Logan's breath is heavy, from lust and having his mouth on Chishiya, but he kisses his lips all the same. His tongue can do work here as well.
But then he moves again, kissing Chishiya's jaw and neck. Catching his breath while a hand goes to undo his own painfully tight trousers. All Chishiya's sounds, his touch, make Logan ache with a throbbing heat, and he needs freedom.]
What do you want? [Between kisses.] Do you want me to fuck you? [And more kisses. Gentle as if to soften the strangeness of Logan speaking such crude words.] Or do you want to fuck me?
Edited 2025-11-23 07:39 am (UTC)
Don't care- [Taking advantage of Logan trying to do two things at once to kiss across his face and nibble on an earlobe, sucking it in to his mouth with panting breaths.] Get naked
[With me, but the rest gets lost when he tries to help, one hand trying to reach down in to Logan's pants, knuckles gliding down Logan's stomach until he can grip him through his pants.]
Wait... [He rolls over to lay on the bed beside Chishiya. From here it's so much easier to lift his hips and use both hands to slide trousers and underwear off in one go. Finally kicking the last of it off he matches Chishiya in nakedness. He'll even climb back on top of the other man if Chishiya doesn't beat him to it.]
And he doesn't wait, just rolls over smoothly to press himself against Logan as soon as the pants hit the floor, gasping breathlessly as he licks his own palm before taking them both in hand, crushed between them in a filthy grip and a slow slide of his spit-slick hand.]
- fuck-
[He takes a breath, deep and shuddering, forehead thumping down to hit Logan on the chest. Chishiya's body is a live-wire, electricity sparking through his veins. He leans up on an elbow to watch, how Logan looks when he strokes them again, his own moan caught behind his teeth.]
The second stroke pulls a moan from him, deep enough to make his back arch and his head tilt back. His hands reach, grasping for Chishiya, for his shoulders, his hair, for him. For some stability as his touch makes Logan shudder with pleasure.
For the first time in so long there are no plans, no thoughts beyond being here in this moment. Logan feels like he's on fire, and he wants more. His fingers tighten, pressing into Chishiya's skin, grabbing a fistful of hair, and his hips shift against Chishiya's hand. As much a request as a demand. More.]
When he licks his lips, he gets the both of them; tongue flicking out in a flutter on Logan's mouth.
Like Logan, he's burning up. Skin slick with sweat where they slide together, from Logan's hands and mouth and every sound he makes just makes Chishiya burn hotter. Makes it all tighten until he can't tear his eyes away from how absolutely gorgeous Logan looks. Flushed cheeks and demanding jerks of his hips.
And it's almost too much, and it's not enough at all. Too soon and he doesn't want it to end, slowing his own thrusts to a slower pace. Everything screams at him to hurry, to snap his hips harder, faster, more.
Every breath a stutter of sound, every kiss a little bit messier in the best way.]
Logan's head rolls, heavy-lidded eyes scanning around him, searching for lube in a seemingly unused room. He can't see anything, or can't focus.
His fingers tighten and his eyes close as he tries to keep his thoughts straight, but the feeling of them pressed together, Chishiya's hand around them, is overwhelming. He opens his eyes again, and tugs Chishiya's hair to force their gaze to meet.]
Chishiya... Chishiya, I want... I want you.
[Breathless, he pulls himself up, pulls Chishiya down. So that each word is felt in hot panting against Chishiya's skin.]
Please... I want to be inside you.
Fuck, I don't-
[A grunt of frustration because yes, fuck, yes to that, hips still working to push them through the tight tunnel of his fist] have lube.
[Or condoms. Because he doesn’t bring people here, never takes it to his home. Always somewhere else where his name doesn't matter, where nothing matters but getting off hard and fast.
Chishiya pulls against the hold on his hair, it hurts and it's as delicious as the hand on his waist, nails scraping his skin and the look in Logan's eyes. Pulls enough to kiss him again, mind racing. Is cooking oil safe? Does he care? There's a tube of lotion rattling around somewhere in the bathroom for his hands - industrial, unscented- that might work.
He ends the kiss with a wet pop, exhaling through his nose.]
You? Do you have anything?
Logan pulls away just enough to shake his head. He didn't even bring a jacket with him. Even if he had, he never expected this. Never expected he'd find anyone tonight, at least. No condoms, no lube, no preparation.
There's nothing. Just a dead end. Ways to finish, ways to continue, but not quite what he wants. A little bit of reality sinks in. Frustration. He lets go of Chishiya and falls back onto the bed, trying and failing to blink away the haze of lust, because he has to if he's going to think of a solution. Or of what to do next.]
[Logan pulls away, or as far as he can with Chishiya on top of him with a firm grip on his dick. Hands falling away and Chishiya stops, too. Unclenching his hand even when he really doesn't want to, wants to keep going, wants to rut down and feel it sizzle over his skin with every push of Logan's hips.
But-]
I don't- [And he gets up on both elbows, reluctant for the first time since he swanned out to the waiting car.] have sex. A lot.
[Still panting, still breathless. Want humming underneath his skin, pulse a thrumming rush in his ears. A mix of embarrassment and desire making his cheeks flush pink.]
I can find something. Might work.
[Might not, but it would be worth the sting of pain.]
It doesn't occur to him that Chishiya might be offended by this, or that perhaps he should explain. All he's thinking is how many years it's been since he was with someone, and what a pair they make.
He returns his gaze to Chishiya, his hands running through the other's hair again. To bring him closer, to kiss him again.]
It doesn't matter. We don't need to.
[He'd much rather the taste of Chishiya's skin than nothing. He'd much rather they enjoy themselves than not. It's not what quite what his heated brain yearns for, but he doesn't care.]
Edited 2025-11-23 12:45 pm (UTC)
Too drunk to think, and he pushes it all away, kissing back.]
No, wait-
[He's resourceful, plan already forming as he slithers down Logan's body, peppering kisses down the plane of his chest until he gets to his feet. The room swims a little but with practiced ease, Chishiya stands.]
Wait for me.
[A final, lingering caress to the nearest leg before he's off to the bathroom, rummaging through the cabinet when he finds a tube of lotion. It smears thick and slippery on his fingers and it'll be enough. Slippery enough for him to contemplate slicking himself up before going back to bed.
Discards the idea, he doesn't want to sober up yet. Needs to head back before he can start thinking about what he's doing, needs to sink back in to the heated kisses and the soft skin under his hands]
This will work - [Chishiya holds up the tube, letting it dangle from his fingers as he slinks closer. His hair's a mess, his mouth kissed-red and glistening, he sits back down on Logan's lap with a sigh of satisfaction at the rub of them together.
This is what he wants.]
All of it is enough to distract him until Chishiya returns, practically dancing in how smoothly he saunters back to the bed. Logan ignores the prize at first, sitting up to wrap Chishiya in his arms and kiss him deeply, feverishly.
He rolls the two of them over, letting his mouth wander all over the beautiful, shining body beneath him. Then he pauses to take the tube. It's been a while, but some things are impossible to forget. Chishiya doesn't have to do anything himself while he's with Logan.
The prince gladly lets his kisses trail down lower, and lower, until he's able to hook Chishiya's leg over an arm again. It's easier to get access this way. To do it properly. Logan's left hand is still weaker than it ought to be, but it can do this. He doesn't want to sacrifice the dexterity it provides. Logan kisses and caresses while he prepares Chishiya, ignoring any twinge from his shoulder as being more than worth it.]
Chishiya moans, back arching through every twist of Logan's fingers - it's been so long, it takes a moment for his body to remember. But it does nothing to stop the fire from setting him aflame, passion licking up his spine like a tongue.]
Please -
[He is begging now, hands grabbing for Logan, any part of him that he can reach like this, fingers latching on with fierce determination.
Lost again, blood boiling and face flushed, panting out]
Fuck me
Logan shifts to be closer to Chishiya, to kiss his stomach and chest between positioning himself. Then, one hand on his hips, Logan pushes with a shuddered groan. Slowly, but firmly. Giving Chishiya time to adjust little by little until he's all the way in. He stops, then, bringing their lips together again, one hand cupping Chishiya's head. A kiss, deep and sweet.
His hips move, his throat rumbling in a moan. Everything flushes with a renewed heat. It barely takes a moment before he's compelled to pick up the pace. Steady and wonderful.]
He reaches out, trailing his fingers up Logan's arms to grab his shoulders, nails digging in. To give himself something to push against, when the rhythm picks up.
Hard, and everything ignites, sparks doesn't just fly through him anymore, it fucking explodes. An inferno of pleasure that rolls over his skin, that sets his mind on fire, that has him gasp out whispered words of 'please, yes, please, Logan', words of 'beautiful, perfect, want you' muttered mindlessly against Logan's mouth as he tries to kiss back, tries to open his mouth for him and let's it all consume him.
Legs locked around Logan's hips to help, to get him deeper, to make it last. Shameless in his desire, in his open eyes on Logan's and his greedy hands clutching over Logan's skin.]
Logan wants to pant back, to share reassurances and agreement and yearning, but Chishiya says it all, says it better. Instead Logan says Chishiya's name. Over and over. In a whisper, and a moan, and a shudder. In every way he can.
That steady rhythm he started with doesn't last. His hand reaches down, pulling Chishiya's thigh up just a little higher, to feel just a little closer. His hips speed up, just a bit, and then more. Knees pushing desperately into the mattress as he thrusts into Chishiya. Until there's no breath left for names or kissing or anything but breathing and moaning. Logan tries to form words, but the sounds fall apart. All he can do is hold on to Chishiya as he fucks him as hard and fast as he can.]
He whimpers, more words -even here, even when he's already gasping so hard his head swims from it, when he's already close, trembling on the edge of orgasm, and still-]
Don't stop- [it runs together, no longer words just noise, just something his lips form and he reaches down to fist his own dick, pulling off-rhythm and vicious] don't- please-
[Never running out of words, pleading with Logan or the universe as he comes hard enough for his toes to curl, a scream trapped in his lungs as he struggles to pull in air and still Logan's name falls from his tingling lips in a whisper, fingers curling tighter where he grabs Logan's hair as he comes between them, slippery-slick and shuddering.]
Edited 2025-11-23 06:13 pm (UTC)
Somewhere between the begging and seeing Chishiya bring about his own pleasurable ending, Logan tips over the edge. Finishing with a shuddering, breathless moan of ecstasy. He's glad for the grip on his hair, and his own fingers pressed into Chishiya's skin, if only because they keep him grounded. Keep him from falling in the wonderfully dizzying aftershocks that crash through him.
The air finally returns to his lungs and he turns to kiss Chishiya. On the jaw, on the cheek, on the lips. It's like a drug, the afterglow throbbing with each beat of his heart. Logan slowly loosens his grip on Chishiya, and pulls out of the other man before trailing some more kisses across his skin.]
Chishiya pulls Logan up to kiss again, to brush his lips lazily over Logan's. To keep him close, still cradled between his legs, close enough to wrap a hand around the back of his neck and deepen the kiss. To pour the last of the heady lust that knocked him stupid in to it.
Lax and still drunk, Chishiya wraps both arms around Logan, in what might be called a hug, completely boneless and spent.]
Logan enjoys the depth of that kiss, and when Chishiya finally pulls away he continues pressing light kisses all across Chishiya until the energising lust finally dulls. Since he has Chishiya in his arms anyway, he rolls over and brings Chishiya with him. He's too used to being the one his lovers lay on, too tall for anything else.
He doesn't want to move. Doesn't want to think about what Chishiya will want now. Doesn't want to ruin this moment. So he just enjoys the warmth of their two bodies together. Enjoys the sight of the man in his arms. Enjoys it all while he can with a happy little smile curling his lips.]
His only move is to toe at the comforter from the foot of the bed, pulling it over the both of them with a sigh.
Letting the silence fall over the room as their breathing slows, as his heart stops racing and let's the alcohol burn away whatever thoughts he might have had.]
He would have been happy with just this much. Just holding him. The night has been a little more than that.
There's a risk that moving might ruin this. Might draw attention to himself, and to what's happening. Not that Logan really knows what's happening. Something. He's not thinking straight enough to know what, but there is an innate feeling that he might accidentally scare Chishiya off like a feral cat who's finally decided to crawl into his lap. Yet Logan takes that risk. He brings his hand to Chishiya's head and begins stroke his hair. A slow, lazy, contented brushing.]
Slow ones, more contentment than anything else. Fucked out and blissful.
As long as Logan stays quiet, they stay like this. Chishiya curled up on his chest, head pillowed on Logan's shoulder, as the frantic, frenetic energy evaporates, leaving him wrung out and tired.
Head empty and body grounded with the slow strokes through his hair, his thumb drawing idle, sleepy circles on Logan's chest.]
Instead he closes his eyes. He doesn't intend to sleep. He might, after having a few drinks, after the adrenaline spike from the club, and the post-orgasmic bliss. It's hard to tell whether he sleeps or simply drifts through the rest of the night.
At some point he can feel the shift from night to day, his mind seizing on the tell-tale signs of sunrise creeping past blinds and sneaking under doorways. Logan slips out from under Chishiya, pulling the blanket back over him to make up for the loss of warmth. He has no idea when Chishiya is working next. Whether it's today or tomorrow, the man needs his rest. Logan does his best not to wake him as he gets dressed and heads out of the room.
He does do a little exploring. Enough to get freshened up just slightly. Enough to get some water. Enough to find Chishiya's medicine cabinet. He only returns to the room once, to put a glass of water, a sheet of painkillers and a note on Chishiya's bedside cabinet. After that, he finally leaves, closing the door as quietly as possible and enjoying the brisk walk back to his car.
The note looks more suited to be a wedding invitation than a morning after message. In elegant cursive it simply reads, I'll call you later -L.]