want to hear you,” Indigo said, biting hard on Logan’s ear.
Fuck, Logan wanted to cave and let out all types of sounds. But he wasn’t stupid—they couldn’t do that. Logan hooked an arm around Indigo’s neck and for a second removed his other hand off his mouth and pushed against the wall of the house before jumping up and wrapping his legs around Indigo’s waist, lining their clothed cocks up. Logan shivered as he rolled his hips again, biting his lips as a whimper escaped him. Indigo’s hands cupped his ass, holding him steady, and he rolled his hips in time with Logan’s.
With the friction against his cock and Indigo’s hot mouth on his neck, Logan was embarrassingly close. It would be so much better if he could feel Indigo bare against him. As if he’d heard Logan’s thoughts, the sound of a zipper coming undone had Logan holding his breath. Yes, please. Indigo pulled back a little and looked up into Logan’s eyes. There was a question there, and Logan didn’t have the strength to say no. He wanted Indigo. He’d never had him fully, but this was close. So fucking close.
“Please,” Logan moaned out.
Indigo finished unzipping Logan’s pants, and the relief that flooded Logan at that moment was like walking into a cafe with a freshly brewed coffee smell first thing in the morning.
Indigo’s hand wrapped around Logan’s cock, and he smeared the bead of precome around the sensitive head. Logan’s head thumped hard against the wall. He bit back any sound even as he tried to move his hips to fuck Indigo’s fist. It was everything, but not enough either.
“Indigo,” Logan moaned out in a whisper.
Indigo growled and his hand gripped him harder, making Logan’s chest heavy. Logan lifted his head and stared at Indigo, who watched him with pure unfiltered hunger in his eyes and something else that Logan wasn’t in the right mind space to decipher.
“You too,” Logan said.
His nails dug into Indigo’s shoulders, and fuck if he didn’t want to rip the annoying fabric off Indigo so that he could feel him skin to skin. Indigo held Logan up as he moved around, trying to unzip his own pants and free his cock from the confines of his black jeans.
Logan watched intently and wasn’t disappointed when Indigo’s impressive cock was freed. Logan licked his lips, wanting nothing more than to drop on his knees. He tapped Indigo’s shoulder.
“Let me down,” he said.
There was nothing risky about a blow job, and so there was no reason to deny himself. Indigo had a puzzled look on his face, and Logan couldn’t wait till it morphed into one of pure ecstasy. The corner of Logan’s mouth tugged up in a smirk. He placed a hand in the middle of Indigo’s chest and pushed him back a little. Indigo opened his mouth to say something, but Logan dropped to his knees. The cold ground crunched under his weight. Logan didn’t wait for Indigo to catch on as he opened his mouth and took in Indigo’s cock, swirling his tongue around the head, earning a groan from Indigo.
Logan pulled back just a little as he gazed up at Indigo, who was staring down at Logan with want.
“You have to keep quiet,” Logan said.
He swiped his tongue over the slit of Indigo’s cock before pressing his tongue firmly against it, getting a drop of precome that Logan hungrily swallowed.
“With your mouth on me?” Indigo asked, his thick dark brows raised.
Logan smiled to himself and opened his mouth, taking Indigo to the back of his throat and humming a yes, knowing the vibrations would feel good around Indigo’s cock.
He was right as Indigo’s body went taut, and all Logan could hear was the muffled groans from above. Logan closed his eyes and lost himself in the act, twisting his tongue around the hard length and hollowing his cheeks as he bobbed up and down Indigo’s thick, long cock.
Logan pushed against Indigo’s hips, making sure he was firmly against the wall. He took in a deep breath and glanced up at Indigo, catching his gaze. Logan couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips. He swallowed Indigo down till his nose pressed against the dark jeans and the cold zipper lay against his lips. Indigo’s hands went to Logan’s head, not holding him there, but his fingers were lightly going through his hair. It was such a little touch, and yet Logan got pleasure from it. He moaned around the length