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thumbs to Logan’s buttocks. Logan made a debauched sound into the pillow. “Lots and lots of it.”

Alexander leaned over him, cock dragging on the small of Logan’s back. He nibbled Logan’s nape, tasting muskiness and sweetness. He upturned their bag of supplies on the sheets beside them.

Condoms and a large bottle of lube glowed in a wedge of silver light and Logan rocked his body under him, craning his neck to the side. “Kiss me.”

Alexander kissed him slowly and rocked his cock against Logan’s back. This was not making love. This was just physical.

He fumbled with the box and Logan helped him pull out a condom before proceeding to dollop lube on his palm and fish it under him.

The thought of Logan rocking into his slickened fist while Alexander fucked him had his cock leaking come.

Logan’s shaky breaths bumped against his chest.

He pressed a soft kiss at the base of Logan’s hair and whispered, “I’ll take it slow.”

He nodded.

Alexander’s words cracked in his dry throat. “Part your legs wider.”

Logan did, and Alexander knelt back, admiring the smooth globes of Logan’s ass as he dribbled lube down his crease. Alexander used his knee to spread Logan’s leg higher and his achingly hard cock throbbed at Logan laid out before him, his dark hole clenching and releasing.

Trembling, Alexander dipped lube into that puckered skin. The deep sound Logan made had Alexander pushing in knuckle-deep and slowly sawing in and out.

Logan thrashed underneath him, hips lifting off the bed, needy pleas falling from his lips. Alexander added another finger, then two, flicking against that rough spot that had Logan groaning.

Alexander pulled his hand out, ripped into a condom, and poured lube over his length. He grabbed Logan’s hips, leaving a shiny smear over his ass cheek.

“You’re so—” Beautiful, Logan.

True, but that wasn’t supposed to be the tone of this.

He drew his cock down Logan’s slippery crack, moaning. He draped himself over Logan’s arousal-damp back, and thrust over his crack. Short, shallow thrusts had him panting.

Logan gripped his ass cheeks and pulled them wide open. “Please.”

Alexander gripped Logan’s thick hair. Over the last weeks he’d imagined fucking Logan. It had always been a humored affair, peppered with Alexander trying to make Logan stop faking his accent. But the reality was far more intense. They teetered on the line between their lies and the truth, and it was the truth they both needed.

“Please,” Logan said needily.

Alexander kissed his shoulder, then maneuvered his hip, securing Logan into the right position. He grabbed his rigid length and pressed against Logan’s entrance.

“God, Alex—”

The soft, intimate sound of his broken name coming from Logan’s mouth undid him, and Alexander pushed inside Logan’s tight hole.

He gasped at the warm suction and sank in farther, groaning with every inch. Logan looked back at him, lips parted, gaze deep and dark, and Alexander couldn’t look away.

“Are you okay?”

“So full.” Logan clenched around him.

Alexander bit his tongue to keep from coming, drew out slowly, and thrust back into him again. Logan dropped his head forward, pushing his ass back to meet him.

Logan’s name danced on his lips at every thrust. It ached to be set free, and the ache grew with every raw sound Logan made.

“So damn perfect,” Logan uttered in time with Alexander’s cock spearing into him. “You’re so. Damn. Perfect.” He reached back, his hot hand branding shivers onto the back of Alexander’s thigh. “Hold my hand?”

The quiet question made Alexander’s heart swell. He seated himself deep in Logan as their fingers slotted into place.

Alexander rocked into Logan, shallow thrusts that surged electricity between them. Alexander had never spent so long, so deep inside his partner, and he couldn’t hold back. “Logan,” he murmured at his shoulder blade, following it with a whispered kiss.

Logan’s breath hitched, and then he squirmed. There was something familiar about Logan’s next sharp breath. Alexander understood.

Logan had felt the moment.

Felt it and freaked out.

He needed Alexander to turn this into fucking. Primal, caveman fucking.

The realization balled in Alexander’s gut, but he cared too much not to give Logan what he needed.

He freed Logan’s hand and bit his neck. He withdrew his cock and slammed back inside him, making Logan jolt.

Alexander curled an arm around his waist and fisted Logan’s slick cock. Logan grunted and balled the sheets.

Frustration replaced intimacy, fast and lusty over slow and intense. He bucked into Logan, teeth clenched, enjoying Logan’s hot channel squeezing his shaft even as he wished for more.

Logan grunted, sounding annoyed and aroused. “I’m sorry—”

He clenched his ass and