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Henry’s body is light and perfect on top of him as Logan kisses into the bones beneath his neck, the hollows under his jaw. Henry leans into Logan’s touch as his hands trace down Henry’s sides to support his ass. He cups Henry’s ass appreciatively through the fabric of his panties, stroking and teasing the flesh there before moving to the front of the boy’s hips.

Henry slowly presses himself back again to sit across Logan’s hips. Logan sighs at the sight of the man, arching up and away from him. And apparently never content not to tease, Henry runs a hand down his own torso, finally hooking a thumb into the waistband of his panties, plucking them down to expose the first few inches of his own flushed erection, pressed against his flat stomach.

Logan hums at the sight and strokes a hand across Henry from hip to hip. Henry pushes into his touch.

“Are you ready to fuck me, Logan?”

* * *

His client isn’tshy in his response, impassioned pleas falling from his lips immediately.

“Yes Henry, please, Jesus,” the man says, Henry grinding and pushing into his hand. “Jesus, Henry, you’re incredible”

Henry can’t help but smile.

If there’s one surefire aphrodisiac for Henry, it’s reducing his partners to needy, begging putty.

* * *

Logan watchesas Henry dismounts and hooks his underpants off in one smooth motion. He moves to the foot of the bed, retrieving the small bottle of lube and a condom, before returning to straddle Logan, higher on his torso this time. The kid’s cock matches the rest of his physique: balanced, pale, virtually perfect. Logan lets himself be guided, Henry taking his hand, slicking Logan’s fingers with lube. He leans forward and Logan gets the idea, his hand easily reaching behind the smaller man to press into him.

Henry is warm and soft, pressing back onto Logan’s finger. He wastes no time, rolling his hips—and the way he’s fucking back onto Logan’s hand, just using Logan, has Logan’s cock twitching again.

Henry strokes himself almost daintily as he rides Logan’s finger, and for the first time Henry begins to get vocal—a low hum escalating to a husky pant.

“Give me another one, Logan,” he says after a moment in a gruff voice, going still. Logan presses a second slicked finger into him, watching Henry’s face. He draws in a quick breath and looks almost relieved at the increased pressure, his body tight and warm around Logan’s fingers.

“Fuck, Logan,” he pants.

Adding Henry’s pleasure into the mix only increases Logan’s need to get off, his cock throbbing untouched and uncomfortable. This time, as Henry relaxes and begins to rock back onto Logan’s hands, Logan rolls his hips up. He finds no friction, but at this point even the movement provides at least a bit of comfort. Henry’s panting intensifies into a barely audible moan as the two men work their hips together.

“Are you ready to fuck me, Logan?” he repeats, whispering as he locks eyes with the other man.

“Jesus,” Logan chokes. “Yes, Henry. Fuck, I want you.”

Henry smiles but his eyebrows are knit together with need. If it’s just an act—an advanced piece of call boy theatrics—Logan is too lost in lust for the other man to care, his entire body screaming for more contact, for friction, for movement and attention.

* * *

The man is sogoddamn gentle, looking up at him with reverence, that Henry would have liked to fuck himself on Logan’s fingers for much, much longer.

But Henry knows he’s pushed Logan to the brink, knows that if he teases any longer, he runs the risk of the client tossing him down and fucking into him with abandon.

Not that he’d object to that, at this point.

It’s just that he’d like to play the game a little longer.

So Henry moves to dismount and Logan’s fingers disappear. Kneeling, Henry retrieves the condom, rolling it onto Logan’s thick cock expertly and then slicking a generous coat of lube on top. Logan bucks immediately to meet the touch, at long last, but it’s fleeting.

* * *

Logan allowsHenry to maintain control. He watches the smaller man straddle him yet again—a movement that feels more familiar and more welcome each time. This time, however, Henry is reaching down behind himself, grabbing Logan by the base of his overteased and throbbing cock.

Before Logan’s brain has time to process the new sensory input, the smaller man is sinking down, controlled and calculated, pliable and flushed.

Logan can’t even make a sound and he lets out a shuddering breath at the sudden tight hotness enveloping him. After so many half-touches and teasing licks, the pleasure of being buried in Henry is full and profound.

From the first stroke, Henry presses down his entire length, slow and measured. And despite his flexibility and experience, Henry’s muscles are trembling, his thighs shuddering slightly on either side of Logan’s torso—and Logan realizes with a visceral surge how delicate and alive the man on top of him is.

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