Page 60 of Paint Eater
“Oh,” Logan said, as if surprised at the pleasure, and started moving again, just small twitches of his hips as he tried to chase after the sensation.
Jay removed his finger, coating two in lube by pouring some on his thigh and then sliding them through, not wanting to let go of Logan’s cock.
“Two now,” Jay warned quietly, waiting until Logan nodded jerkily to slide them in ever more slowly than the first.
“Fuck,” Logan whined.
Jay stilled.
“Too much?”
“No, fuck, keep going.”
So Jay did, slow at first, getting Logan adjusted to the stretch, and only then curling his fingers and searching gently until he found the spot he was looking for.
“Ah!” Logan jerked. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he said as Jay started thrusting a little quicker, rubbing against that spot every time.
“That’s it, fuck, look at you.”
Jay had been fucked before, and it’d been fine, but he didn’t have a particularly sensitive prostate, and so he didn’t crave it often. Logan, by the looks of it, seemed to be a lot more responsive, sweat coating his back as Jay added a third finger.
“Fuck, please, fuck.”
Jay had let go of Logan’s cock by that point, just fucking Logan with his fingers, nice and slow. “Want more?”
“Gonna…fucking kill you.”
Jay laughed, pressing a kiss to the middle of Logan’s spine. “All right.”
He removed his fingers, managing to put on the condom with minimal fumbling and major complaining from the peanut gallery, and then slicked himself up again, wiping the residue on the sheets.
“I kind of…it’ll be easier on your knees, but I wanna look at you. Whatever you want,” Jay said hesitantly.
Logan flipped over onto his back without another word, pulling Jay in. They got lost in kissing for a few moments until Logan pushed him away, making impatient noises.
“All right, okay,” Jay said, laughing.
He pressed Logan’s knees up towards his chest, running his hand over his flank and making sure he was ready before lining himself up and pushing in.
The first, tight clench around the head of Jay’s cock was excruciatingly good. He had to stop, closing his eyes. “Fuck.”
“Come on,” Logan whined, dragging out the ‘O’ petulantly.
“Fuck, okay.” Jay tried not to smile too wide, not wanting Logan to think he was laughing at him.
Despite Logan’s earlier impatience, he seemed more than okay with Jay going achingly slow. Jay let him adjust to every inch before giving him the next until his balls were flush against Logan’s ass, and he was seated completely inside.
Logan was panting, eyes wide and hazy. Jay leaned down and kissed him, deep and thorough, making Logan moan. After just a few moments, he was squirming again, and Jay started rocking forward, pulling out a bare inch and then shifting back inside.
The kiss devolved into wet tongues and panting breath. Logan clutched Jay’s hair. “I’m good. Come on, I’m good.”
Jay nodded, grabbing a pillow and fitting it underneath the small of Logan’s back. “Good?”
“Yeah. Come on.”
Jay started thrusting, watching Logan’s flushed and sweaty face carefully, the downwards tilt of his eyebrow, the way his mouth fell open, face tilting up.
Jay went slow, experimenting with different angles until he finally found the one that made Logan gasp and moan.
