Logan. The moonlight was bright enough to see that Logan’s eyes were open. He was gazing up at Andrew, his expression impossible to read.
Andrew wet his dry lips, his heart pounding against his ribcage. He pulled his t-shirt off. Then he hooked his thumbs on the waistband of his shorts and dragged them down. He stepped out of them, his eyes still locked with Logan’s.
For a long moment, there was only silence as they stared at each other.
Then Logan pushed his own boxers down and pulled out his half-hard cock. It seemed huge in the moonlight. Obscene. “Get on your knees.”
Andrew’s knees suddenly felt weak.
He dropped to one knee, then the other, until he was settled between Logan’s thighs.
Logan’s hand buried in Andrew’s overgrown hair and pulled him down. “Suck me off,” he said, his voice low and hoarse.
Andrew closed his eyes and shook his head. “I’m not sucking your dick. I’m not gay.”
Logan made a frustrated sound. “Then what the hell are you—”
“I’m not sucking your cock. Force me.”
Logan’s hand went very still.
Andrew was glad Logan couldn’t see that he was blushing.
After a long, tense moment, Logan said, “All right. But you’ll need a safeword.”
Andrew frowned, bewildered. “What for?”
“I’m not forcing myself on you without a safeword, you twisted little fuck,” Logan gritted out. “I need to know when you really mean it if you want me to stop.”
Andrew scoffed. “You didn’t ask for a safeword in the shelter.”
“And it was wrong of me.” Logan sighed. “I mean, I know you well enough by now, and I wouldn’t have actually been that pushy if I wasn’t sure you wanted it, but I could still have misjudged the situation. Non-consent play can be dangerous, you little idiot.”
“Don’t call me an idiot. And I didn’t want it!”
“Besides, this is different from handjobs,” the asshole said, as if Andrew hadn’t said anything. “Pick a safeword. Any word.”
“Fine,” Andrew grumbled unhappily. It wasn’t what he’d wanted. Choosing a safeword would mean he was choosing this—and wasn’t actually being forced. He didn’t like it. But fine. “Funeral.”
“Funeral? Your mind is a strange place.”
Andrew didn’t say anything. He looked down.
At Logan’s cock. It was still hard.
Andrew licked his trembling lips. God, was he really going to allow another man to fuck his mouth? Had he lost his mind? What was he doing? He should leave. He should stop this. All he had to do was say the word.
But he remained silent, staring at the cock in morbid fascination. He’d touched it in the shelter, but he didn’t really have the opportunity to look at it. It was so thick. And long. And hard. He’d made Logan hard. It was weirdly thrilling. Despite Logan’s grumpy attitude, he wanted him. A body didn’t lie.
His hand in Andrew’s hair tightening, Logan yanked him down. “Suck.”
The massive cock pushed into his mouth without any preamble. Andrew choked, his eyes widening.
Logan didn’t give him time to adjust.
He just used him.
He fucked Andrew’s mouth with no consideration for his comfort, hard and fast, as if Andrew’s mouth was just a hole for his cock. It was incredibly degrading, but somehow it was exactly what he needed. It felt good. He didn’t have to think. He was nothing but a wet hole for Logan’s cock.
Warmth spread through Andrew’s body, his blood rushing to his cock. He whimpered around the thick cock in his mouth, choking on it and unable to get enough of this feeling. Logan was grunting above him, thrusting into his mouth as if possessed. “Yes, fuck, take it.” His grip on Andrew’s hair tightening, he held him down, his hips thrusting, and thrusting, and thrusting.
Andrew gagged a little as the cock repeatedly bumped against the back of his throat. It must have felt very good for Logan: he groaned and kept doing it, fucking his throat, no finesse or restraint, just pure animal need. Andrew couldn’t think—it was probably lack of oxygen, but his mind felt hazy and slow. He liked it. It felt good. Like the strangest sort of high. He was wanted. He was wanted so much it made Logan lose control.
He let out a disappointed sigh as Logan’s jizz hit the back of his throat.
Blinking dazedly, Andrew spat out what he couldn’t swallow and dropped his head onto Logan’s stomach. Oh, he felt wonderful. His cock was soft and sensitive in a way that indicated that he must have come, too. He didn’t remember it, but he didn’t care. He felt good. So good. Content.
Logan’s voice