Logan's gaze skimmed up soft curves of pale, velvety skin dusted with freckles, slender hips, and a narrow waist. A puff of light auburn hair revealed itself as the sleepy figure roused and stretched his arm over his head. The deep forest green duvet slipped away, revealing a rosy pink nipple, and Logan blushed at the faded bitemarks he left on Remy's skin last night.

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The previous night...

Logan decided to end their night short, he got cabs for the girls and ensured that Luis and the rest of them were well enough to get home safely. Remy had waited while he helped his coworkers after his own left earlier. The night grew older and with it, the cold came. "Hey."

Remy smiled at Logan. "Hi. I guess we're the only ones left."

Logan nodded, shoving his hands into the front pockets of his jacket. I guess so. "Do you need me to call you a cab?"

"No, thank you. I drove. Do you need a ride home?" Logan was about to answer but Remy beat him to it. "Don't worry, I lost my buzz about two hours ago. I swore to myself never to drive while intoxicated. It's wrong and irresponsible."

Hearing that pleased some part of Logan, who wasn't fond of driving while drunk. "Yeah, I respect that. I didn't drive for that exact reason, but then, I didn't plan to drink much tonight, anyway." They began for the door. He liked the way Remy thought. It was sad that others didn't think so as well, especially with countless lives lost yearly due to drunk drivers. "If you do feel like you can't drive, I'll be happy to get you a cab. I just want you to get home safe."

Remy hummed, a weird flutter filling his belly. He looked at Logan. "What if I don't wanna go home?" Logan stopped, arching a brow. Remy analyzed how he softly looked at him. "Was that too forward?"

"No... it wasn't. Are you sure? Do you want to do something more? Or talk, we can talk." Logan suggested, knowing where this question could lead. He waited as Remy searched his eyes.

"I do like talking with you, but... I don't want to just talk with you. Is that okay?" Remy fought back the lump in his throat, sensing a knot in his belly and an uneasy tingling in his chest.

"I like talking to you too. I like the reassurance that you're comfortable with this choice." Logan's eyes were so locked with Remy's as he gave him a small smile. "I'll only let you in if you're certain that you want this. Do you?" He asked, hand on the door.

Remy nodded, touching Logan's left forearm. "Yes. I do." Logan then pulled open the door and they left the bar.

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The men strolled down the next two blocks in mutual silence, Remy thinking of how lucky he felt to have met Logan, and if they could have the same chemistry in bed. His friend Lola was worried, but Remy was sure that Logan was not some creep who'd hurt him or a jerk. He began worrying his inner cheek, eyes on Logan's broad back. Something about this man made him lower his defenses. Was it wrong not to be concerned about that? Was he rushing this? He didn't even know the basics about him... how old was he? Where did he work? He had taken note of Logan's causal yet professional attire and his groomed appearance, and the way he seemed so comfortable with his coworkers.

"Hey," Logan snickered when Remy jump slightly. Guess he had taken him out of his stupor. "Keep up, Luv." He reached a hand out for him and saw his fluster as the smaller one took his hand.

Remy blushed at the way the bigger one addressed him, then shivered as a cool August breeze blew by. He gasped, startled as a sudden warmth embraced him. He snapped out of it to find that Logan had placed his jacket over his shoulders.

Logan gulped at how huge his jacket was on Remy's slender frame, but that just enhanced his cuteness, making him want to bite his rosy cheek and tease him a bit more. When those soft hazel eyes fell back on him, he cleared his throat, trying to hide his blush then chuckled. "You seemed cold. Don't wanna catch a cold, now do ya?" Remy gave a warm smile as he hugged the lapels of Logan's jacket.

"Thank you, Logan."

He offered his hand again, still holding the younger one's gaze. The smaller hand slipped into his own and he couldn't ignore how soft, yet firm his palm and fingers felt. "How far did you park?"

"Just another block." Remy could get used to this. Logan's body temperature was so cozy. It made his worries from earlier melt away.

"So what work do you do? I noticed your attire was professional." Logan asked.

Remy grinned, did he read his mind? "I'm a Real Estate Agent. You?"

"An Engineer," Logan replied, pocketing his and Remy's hand in his lighter sweater.

"Oh cool. So this outing was important then?"

"Yeah, a bit. We just finished a big project and honestly, I was dragged down here to release some stress with the group since the work was done." Logan said.

Remy laughed, "oh! Well, they seem like a fun bunch. How long have you been working there?" Remy tried not to think about how Logan's warmth made goosebumps rise on his arm. They all look so friendly, and comfortable around each other. It was nice to see how he interacted so well with his fellow employees, especially the young women. "So, how's it being an engineer?" He was curious about him.

Logan shrugged, "been there for two years. The Engineers at the company design, create and improve High-End tech devices. There are several different types of engineers, but for me, I made the hard choice to major in two fields, Computer engineering, and Mechanical. I work with a team—those you saw me with tonight. It's hard work, but it's satisfying when it's all completed and sells well, especially when the client is pleased."

"Wow! That's awesome. How do you like it?" Remy asked, squeezing Logan's hand gently.

"I love it." Logan beamed. "I was unsure if my goal to take on two huge specialized fields of engineering was wise, but it's helped me a lot. I got into Computers from young, then more into machinery as I got older."

Remy didn't intend to see him radiate such a brilliant smile. It almost made it seem as if it were daytime. He chuckled. "Nice, so you put the two together. That's cool, Logan. You seem very passionate about your career. Thanks for telling—I know you just got some stress off your shoulders from work, so I appreciate it." Remy said.

Logan shrugged. If Remy had asked him to recite every word from his latest work project then he'd do it with a smile. "Eh, it's nothing. Don't worry about it, I like my job, especially since most people don't always know much about what engineers do. This work aligns well with my career path, but, enough about me, how's being a real estate agent?"

Remy groaned playfully, making them chuckle. "It has its ups and downs. It's nice because we get to make our hours the way we want. The commission is great, especially if you've got the selling part down. But, it's a much better job since it allows you to have a life outside of work. It takes some kind of confidence to be a Real Estate Agent. You need to find the right or closest fit to what your client wants and trust that you're lucky enough to get them to buy, or put a bid in to buy." Remy stopped and Logan did with him. "The gray jeep." Logan turned towards his Jeep Compass and rose a brow. "What?" He gave a teasing look while unlocking the doors with his key.

"Nothing just didn't picture you driving this kind of car," Logan said as Remy walked around to the driver's side.

"What did you picture? A cute little fiat?" Remy asked with an arched brow, testing him.

Logan scoffed. "No, not that. Just didn't expect it. I like it."

Remy hummed as he opened the door and they got in. "Well, what do you drive?"

"A Wrangler. Blue." Logan said, strapping in.

"Fitting." Remy started the car after buckling in. "Address?" He pointed to the GPS and Logan leaned in to key it in. "Oh, you're not that far from here." He muttered.

"Nah, plus, I planned to walk home," Logan said smiling at him.

Remy bit his bottom lip, and nodded, trying to rid himself of the heat that was crawling up his cheeks.  "I could let you out if you prefer walking."

Logan turned to face him, smiling. "You're cute when you blush." He remarked. Remy's cheeks flared brighter and he couldn't help grinning in the dim car. Remy whipped around and pulled off the curb. Logan knew that his heart could not take how wonderful it was to be getting a bit closer to Remy. He had nearly chickened out, but Terry's words had helped him in taking the chance.

"So, I don't even know your age, Mr..." Remy said, waiting for Logan to speak.

"Hess, Logan Hess. And I'm thirty-seven. You?"

"Remy Packett, I'm twenty-eight. Wow, I feel young." Remy said, making Logan snicker.

"I feel old," Logan said, looking back at him. They laughed as the traffic flowed after the light changed.

"Don't. I don't mind." Remy said.

"Me neither. Um, any pronouns? I go by he/him."

Remy tried not to smile as he replied, "mine are he/they."

Logan nodded. "Ah. Thank you. Got it."

"You're okay with that?" Remy asked carefully.

"You're so cute, Remy. Of course, I'm okay with it, why wouldn't I be?" Logan smirked, his smile slipping through.

Remy tapped the steering wheel, burning up in his seat. "Do you always say such bold things?"

"Only when I'm being honest," Logan answered.

Remy stopped at the next light. Was he rushing this? It wasn’t the first time he had a one-night stand, but it was the first one where he wanted to spend more than one night with anyone. It was Friday and Remy was off until Tuesday... maybe having some fun wouldn't hurt. He only hoped that Logan was genuine. "Is that all the time? Have you lied to me, tonight?"

"No. I haven't. I hope you can trust my word. If not, then it'll be best to tell me now. I like honesty." Logan said.

"I mean... we only just met tonight. Plus, I’ve had a bad track record with guys." Remy said.

Logan hummed, looking out at the sparse traffic on the road, their light still red. "How so?"

Remy huffed. "Girls don't always take me seriously and guys take me as a fun 'experience'," Remy made air quotes with his right hand. "They either feminize me or think they can do whatever they want. Honestly, I've sworn off having one-night stands for a while now."

"Oh? So, what does that make me?" Logan sat back, observing Remy. "Am I an experience too?" He whispered.

Remy whipped around to glare at him. "No." He turned back once a honk filled the car, then resumed driving.

Logan laughed, "is that all you're gonna say? No?"

"Shut up."

"Oh, did I upset you?" Logan was genuinely curious. "Why did you give me the time of day earlier? You could have kindly told me you weren't interested, but you didn't. Remy, are you going to ignore me all da way to ma house?"

'In five feet, turn right.' The GPS commanded.

The silence stretched on in the car as Remy tried his absolute best to follow the instructions. Logan sitting in his car after their long conversation in the bar was making for a nervous atmosphere. They had flirted and asked all things from the story behind their tattoos, to how Logan takes care of his beard, and the kind of music they like—even had a debate about it with Terry. "You were cute."

Logan gasped softly, not expecting Remy's sudden reply.

"I thought you were cute. Especially when you blushed." Remy's heart raced. "Your arm was firm and hard when I bumped into you, but your eyes were so warm," he said, remembering those deep blue-green eyes. "Then your voice, it was deep and had a twang to it almost like you masked your accent—which you do since I just heard it slip a second ago," Remy remembered the way Logan's tongue would slip when he got to laughing as they spoke. "I don't trust easily, but talking with you, I didn't want our conversation to end. I liked how you made me feel so disarmed... plus, you're a horrible tease, Logan."

Logan waited for a beat to get his words organized. "Thank you. To be frank, I heard you from across the bar. And I was in awe. You're beautiful and your smile was the prettiest thing I've seen. It was the bartender who caught me looking, and told me if I truly was curious about ya, dat I should talk with ya tonight or it might be the last time I see ya in a long while since we aren't regulars." The quiet came back, as Remy turned down another road and the GPS directed him. "Remy, this is me." The car stopped, Logan still gazing intently at Remy. The smaller one finally looked at him and he saw the fire in his eyes. He leaned in and Remy removed his seat belt then caught Logan's cheeks as their lips met in a passionate fury. He moaned as Remy's teeth snagged his bottom lip then his tongue licked it. Logan reached out and wrapped an arm around his small waist pulling him closer as he deepened their exchange.

Remy ran his hands over Logan's hair, enjoying how his rumbling moans shook him. He couldn't believe how good it felt to kiss this man, and how strong Logan was. A sudden tug made him shiver and he went with it, moving from his seat to clamber over the console and onto Logan's lap. He hummed at the feel of the toned abs of the man under his palms. His breath hitched when a large hand groped his ass, "hah—mmh."

Logan broke their kiss, hearing a whimper leave Remy's lips as he leaned back and bit his bottom lip. "Fuck."

"Yeah... um. Sorry." Remy whispered breathlessly. He jolted as Logan laughed.

"Don't be. Umm, let's park the car inside, hm. There's an elevator in the garage." Logan said. Remy nodded then gingerly rose from his lap and got back into the driver's seat. Logan instructed him to the entrance and used his key card to get them in. When they got to the level where Logan himself parked his car, Remy found a space near the elevator. "Your complex is nice."

"Thanks, it was made by a close friend. Efficient and modern." Logan said as he opened his door. Remy got out and locked the car once they closed the doors. "You okay? Um, we got a bit flustered in there." Remy rose a brow, smiling.

"Yes. Shall we?" Remy asked, with his hand opened for Logan's, his jacket once again over his shoulders.

Logan took his hand and tugged him closer. "So, is my jacket officially yours?" Remy snickered and hugged his arm as they entered the elevator.

"No. That's for if we get past tonight and make it official." Remy said.

"Oh. Official? We only just kissed." Logan knew that they both felt the rush of their kiss earlier. He sighed, knowing that he needed to be careful to not take things too fast. He chuckled, knowing that they were indeed going up to his house to have sex. "Remy," he looked at him. "Do you wanna have sex with me? Or do you want to take this slow?" Logan asked.

"I know you're trying to be mindful, but. Don't be. I want this. I want you." Remy said.

"Is that so?" He muttered. The elevator dinged and opened and Logan gave Remy's hand a soft squeeze. He took out his key and unlocked the door.

Remy noted that it was door number 905. He tugged at his collar, parting his lips before being led forward. The air seemed thinner. Or maybe he was dizzy. He inhaled and was shocked when the subtle aroma of lavender met his nostrils. The door shut and lights flickered on. "Whoa." The apartment was slick and simple, yet so not what he pictured. He slipped from Logan's hold as he walked further inside after they removed their shoes and placed them on the shoe rack. The island counter was a gray marble and the dark wooden stools complimented it perfectly, the cabinets matched the counter and the backsplash was two shades lighter. The large tiles followed suit and the simple decor truly impressed him.

"Enjoying the place?" Logan asked as he hung up his jacket near the door. "Do you want some water?" He moved towards the kitchen before receiving an answer, as Remy observed the wall of pictures.

The entire wall was painted in a matte black that was a stark contrast to the soft light blue walls in the living room. "Are these your friends?" He ran his fingers over one picture where Logan and a group of people were posing with Drag Queens.

Logan hummed as he poured the younger one a glass of water. "That was from a party for Harper and Harley's birthday. They had it in this infamous Drag Club and those lovely ladies performed for the party." He walked over to Remy and then offered him the glass. "That was a fun night. Everyone crashed at my place, then him," he pointed at the tallest person in the group, "that's Luca. He and I made breakfast in the morning since we were the designated drivers for the night."

"Hah, that sounds like a wild night." Remy loved how he spoke freely about his friends.

"Yeah, it was. The twins had a blast! We all did." Logan sighed at the memory of that night, reminiscing of his time at the hot club, the pumping music in his veins, and the high he experienced as they danced the night away.

"Do you enjoy photography? You have a lot of pictures." Remy stated.

"I do. It's a bit of a hobby, but I rather be in front of the camera when it comes to enjoying moments like these with the people I love."

Remy regarded the older man as he sipped from the glass. Humming he touched Logan's shoulder, making him look at him. "Kiss me." Logan didn't hesitant and something in that automatic response made Remy wet. Logan pressed his lips to Remy's. Ugh, not enough. Remy pushed his tongue against Logan's, demanding entry before he felt the bastard chuckling. He swore, pulled back then dashed Logan with the rest of the water. He stood there and watched as his shirt dampened and something primal flashed across Logan's face.

Logan gulped, heart, beating in his ears as he saw the fluster tint the younger man’s neck, ears, and cheeks. He caught the nape of his neck and crushed their lips together, teeth clattering as their tongues ran over each other in a heated pursuit. Remy gasped and groaned into his mouth, goosebumps rising on his soft skin as Logan ran the back of his fingers down his arms as if he were delicate porcelain, but then pulled him in, thinking of him as tough as tree bark. Logan broke their exchange just when Remy had gripped the front of his shirt—chasing after his lips. That pleased him, but not yet.

“W—wait don't...”

“Remy… tell me now. Do you want this?” Logan asked as he held him at arm’s length. “Do you really wanna have sex with me? I need you to be sure.”

Remy mulled it over. He had already told him his intentions, but did something in his mannerisms beg Logan to hesitate? It was thoughtful of him to stop and ask for consent, especially when he could feel how aroused the older one had become. But then, Remy had figured out from since the bar that Logan had been hooked on him. He now wanted to allow himself to give in to the man with the kind smile, who politely and respectfully courted him and showed every bit of caution with him and his feelings. Remy snaked a hand between their bodies and grasped the bulge pressed against his inner thigh, hearing as Logan grunted and swore under his breath. “Yes, I want this. Don't make me beg.”

Logan snickered darkly. "I make no promises, Luv."

Remy pressed his lips to Logan’s and yipped once the older one grabbed underneath his legs and hoisted him up without a moment’s hesitation! He wrapped them around Logan's waist, feeling starved and feral as if he had reverted to an animalistic state. Now, Remy knew he was not as light as a feather and as it stands, he was just about the same height as Logan. He ran his nails through the short dark hair, muffling out a giggle as Logan’s beard tickled him. Remy would have a backache in the morning after this, he just knew that the way they were going, he would want Logan to be inside him all night. He hoped that he’d want that too—eyes shut and fingers crossed in spirit, he hoped so.

Logan was dizzy from kissing Remy, the strong but sweet taste of alcohol on his tongue and the reassuring firmness of the slender body pressed against his, nails running across the back of his neck, and long slender legs wrapped around his waist. He cupped Remy’s ass and walked forward, wanting to take him properly. Logan hadn't planned to get this far, nor had he expected it, but he was happy and nervous. Remy was beautiful and funny, and he was outspoken in the way he flirted and talked to him. The bedroom door was ajar, leaving him to simply kick it open with his foot as he stepped into the dark bedroom. He groaned, dick twitching when Remy bit down on his tongue, running his teeth down its length before sucking it into his mouth. Shit! If this kept up, then he'd come just from making out with Remy. Logan's words got muffled between their teeth and hot breaths as the door slipped shut behind him.

It seemed corny to say that this night felt like a fever dream that wouldn’t let up, but Remy could find no other words to express how the night had gone from a causal drink with colleagues to a heated make-out session when this handsome rugged man whose hands made him feel as though a new kind of heat had erupted from his flesh.

"Rem..."

"Please Logan," Remy huffed out, "please."

Logan snickered breathlessly. "I thought you weren't gonna beg." He mumbled, kneeling on the edge of his bed. Logan brushed a hand over the lamp on his nightstand, giving them some light, and smiled when he found the blushing freckled cheeks of Remy. "Much better." He kissed his chin then brushed his lips to the younger one's jawline, hearing as he exhaled softly.

"Ah, Logan." Remy huffed out, shivering. So gentle, they hadn't even gotten undressed yet. Was he this good at intimacy or... was this just a preview? Did he even do foreplay or would he have to ask for it? Remy wasn't one to be finicky, but sex was different. He had countless times where the other person did not think of his pleasure first and just got off alone—some even dared to ask if he came, hah! Remy would never give them an answer, instead, he'd fake a text or remember last minute that he had something urgent to do that required him to leave immediately. But for some reason, he didn't think that this would be the case with Logan. Remy pulled away, panting heavily as he gazed into the deep green eyes of Logan which had darkened significantly. He gulped, why was this man so intoxicating? He brushed his fingertips to his pink bottom lip, biting the inside of his mouth as the older one kissed them tenderly. "Logan, we can go slow, right?"

"Of course, we can. Whatever makes you feel good, Remy." Logan smiled and knelt on the edge of his bed, then tapped Remy's thigh so that he could untangle himself from around him. Remy flopped onto the bed and Logan sighed, he was so happy that he could burst.

"Let's undress first, yeah?" Remy asked.

Logan nodded as Remy shrugged off his button-down shirt. He ran his hand up under the smaller one's undershirt, lifting it to expose creamy and delicate skin, he ran his hands over his smooth abs and nearly moaned from how soft Remy felt. The younger one exhaled shakily, as his thumb ran over his navel and up his sides, brushing over his rosy nipples. The faint remnants of his surgery were almost unnoticeable, but Logan was devouring every inch of him with his eyes. Remy's beautiful face was fiery red as he slipped off his shirt, then his hands... they looked so big in his slender frame, Logan rubbed his right nipple with his thumb as he tugged the buckle of his pants. He licked his lips and pulled the zipper down, heartbeat defeating as he moved to shove the trousers off, Remy. A hand shot out to stop him and his eyes snapped up to find the dark lustrous gaze of the younger one.

"You strip too." Remy panted softly, wanting to see him naked too. Logan nodded. And removed his hands from him and he nearly cried out—the warmth of those strong hands was rapidly becoming his favorite guilty pleasure. Remy's eyes widened as Logan removed his button-down, still wet from earlier and he couldn't help but snicker, he tugged off his undershirt in a fluid motion and let the clothes fall away from him. He got to his belt and Remy swore, he could feel the wetness of his sex dripping. "Fuck." The eagerness to see Logan undressed before him was ridiculous. It felt as if he had known this man for ages but, that wasn't the case. Logan had paused but resumed suddenly and stood off the bed. Remy leaned up on his elbows to see, noting the tattoos on his chest, under a soft brown layer of chest hair, and then the happy trail that lead underneath the waistband of his boxers. The anticipation was building so swiftly as his heart accelerated. Logan shoved both pants and underwear down to his ankles and then kicked it away, his cock half erect and so thick, his lips parted as he panted, biting down on the inside of his cheek. Logan's cock would surely fill him up—hitting his walls in the process. How did he even manage to contain such a beast in his pants when he liked him so much? He swallowed, wetting his dry throat.

"Remy?" Logan noticed how he stared unabashedly at his body, making his dick twitch with excitement. "Are you going to stare at me all night? It'll eventually go down, ya know." Logan noted, seeing how he jolted from the suddenness of his voice. He laughed, taking it as a compliment. "I'm flattered." He said but then stepped towards him. "I hope that look wasn't one of discouragement. That would hurt." He kept his voice low.

Remy didn't know what he was saying. Discouraged? Hah, not even close. He reached out for Logan and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling the man down to connect their eyes. "Not even." He saw the blush spread further across Logan's face and took his mouth in a hot opened and hungry kiss, jagged moans and clashing teeth as their tongues fought for more. Logan's hands were on him once more and he shivered, swearing against his lips, biting down on his upper one before the harsh tongue of Logan returned to dancing with his own.

Logan tugged Remy's pants and boxers down—the younger one helping as they made out. He yanked himself back, panting, pulling the pants from around his feet and dropping them to the floor. He looked back at the man, smooth pale legs, freckles peppered on his skin, dammit. His cock hardened and he didn't think as he bent to kiss his knees, moving up to his thighs which were blushing also. He kissed and licked at the flesh there, nibbling at his inner thigh as he heard Remy moan. His sounds did something maddening to him and he couldn't think when he heard them—so immersed in their actions. He parted the long legs of the younger one and then stuttering met his ears as Remy flinched when he kissed near his wet folds. Logan smirked and leaned forward, tongue out as he licked at his moist sex. The scream that left Remy was fucking intoxicating. He groaned and repeated the action before opening his mouth and sucking at his clit.

Remy gripped the sheets, back arching off the bed as Logan ate him out. "Ahh! Logan, urghh, w—wait!" Remy's eyes rolled back when he felt the thick hot tongue of Logan pushed inside of him and he gargled a moan ripping from his throat as the man—no beast, gobbled him up!

Logan lapped at his heat, cum dripping down his chin to fade into his beard at the cries of Remy. The smaller one had twisted in his hold and before he knew it he felt Remy coming on his tongue. Oh, fuck! His cock throbbed, yearning to enter him, he hissed, sucking harder as Remy exclaimed until his body faltered back to the bed. He pulled away with a noisy slurp before he licked his lips and brushed a hand over his mouth. Holy Lord that was good. Logan observed that didn't Remy move, noticing how red he had gotten. "Remy?" The younger one didn't speak then. He chuckled thinking of how many ways he could make Remy squirm, this was just one. "D'ya need a break?" He waited, "come now, use ya words. Can I eat ya out again? I wasn't finished yet." He muttered, looking for a reaction. Just then Remy shot up, sitting back on his elbows, eyes glassy.

"What kind of power..." Remy trailed off, how had he done that?! It was barely a minute! He never came so fast before. What beast was Logan? And would he be so careless as to get eaten by this man that stood before him? He swallowed slowly, trying to steady his breathing.

"Power? No, Luv no power here, just pleasure." Logan said.

That was it! Hah! He must be the crazy one then. Remy couldn't help grinning like a madman at how nonchalant Logan was. "Wait," He just recalled that Logan asked him if he could continue. He hadn't even lasted long yet this man wanted to do it again? Remy looked at him then down at his cock, the head damp with precum, and decided that if he were to die from overstimulation that this moment would be as fitting as can be. "You... can do it again." He said his words carefully and Logan nodded, then bent until he was lying down between his legs, arms underneath his thighs as he held them open, and then his dark hooded eyes lifted and his heart skipped.

"Push me away when you've had too much, otherwise, I won't stop after a minute again." Logan was becoming addicted to this man more and more. Remy mouthed the word okay and without another thought, he opened his mouth and covered the younger one's sex with his tongue.

Remy crumbled. His eyes shot open and his back arched off the bed—which only pushed Logan closer to his sex. He grabbed for purchase at the mattress and convulsed when the tongue returned to his entrance, pushing itself inside him and licking at him. He trembled, gasping in silence as tears ran down his face. He snaked his free hand over Logan's head, but he didn't push him off, inside he pushed him deeper, hips jerking up in time to meet the thrust of Logan's tongue that spread him open. "Oh fuck, Logan! Ahhah! I'm... ah, cumming—ahh!" He scratched the back of the older one's head as he cried out, hearing the raunchy slurping noise of Logan consuming him. How? Just how could one man be this good? He shuddered when another wave of pleasure crashed into him and screamed, grabbing Logan's head and wrapping his legs around him as his vision blurred, "ah—I'm still—nghah sensi—tive!" He shook, the sultry sound of Logan eating him out was fucking with his mind. His body went limp, as he weakly attempted to push the older one away, barely able to catch his breath.

Logan noticed Remy telling him to stop and pulled out his tongue, panting greedily as he lapped up the wetness around his clit, seeing Remy tremble before moving back. He had nearly come just from hearing Remy call out to him in ecstasy. "Luv? Are ya good?" He asked, getting back to his knees. He brushed the moisture from his mouth, licking his fingers as his eyes slipped closed, humming around his digits.

"You're still... so hungry." Remy panted, catching Logan in the act of gluttony.

"You've fed me well." He smirked, winking at him.

Remy closed his eyes, embarrassed at how easily he had cum at the unspoken behest of this man. "Condom?" Logan nodded then reached into the nightstand and retrieved a box. He opened it and Remy clicked his tongue, making the man stop. "Did you plan this?"

Logan shook his head. "No. But as an adult. It's my responsibility to always have protection if ever the need for it appears. Which it has." He held up a blue condom packet. "Do ya wanna put it on for me?"

Remy had never been so aroused by a question that a few love partners had asked him before. He always saw it as cheesy and then trying too hard, but now, he was so awkward and shy. Ha, shy? This man just eat his soul through his sex and now a condom was making him shy? Or maybe it was just Logan who looked at him with patience in those dark eyes. There was no rush with him. He didn't just stick it in and worry about later, or solely focus on his dick. He had walked him into sex and made him feel so good that he thought he was dead for a few seconds. Remy nodded and took the packet. "Can you sit please?" Logan nodded and moved to sit next to him, back at the pillows behind him. Remy moved over to his lap and admired the smooth, slightly veiny cock before him and swallowed hard. "Can I... suck you off?"

Logan's eyes widened. He didn't expect that question. "Uh, yes, if you want." Remy simply nodded at Logan, the condom still between his fingers as he lowered himself between his legs.

Damn, his thighs were bigger than his head, and his skin was so warm and firm. He must work out a lot. Remy bent and carefully nudged the older one's cock with his nose, pressing a kiss to the right side of his shaft. He heard an almost inaudible hiss and glanced to see how Logan was burning up. He stuck out his tongue and ran it from the base where the puff of hair began then up to the head. He groped Logan's balls, the weighty feel making him wet just imagining how they'd smack against him as Logan fucked him. He mumbled a bad word then repeated the action, pausing to feel the hot cock at his cheek, turning to lick around the head. Soft hisses and shuddered breaths filled the room as he teased Logan. Remy opened his mouth and finally took the dark pear-shaped head into his mouth.

"Aha fuck!" Logan spat, catching Remy's cheek to pull him off. He panted heavily, barely seeing straight.

Remy was surprised. Logan was completely disarmed and barely holding onto his last shreds of sanity. His entire chest was burning red and his eyes were heavy as he tried to breathe evenly but failed. Remy pushed his hand away and swallowed down half his cock, gagging as he did so. Logan cried out, a deep gargled noise that caused his sex to clench—remembering the feel of his tongue inside him. He moaned, gaging again as he fondled his balls and began bobbing his head. A gentle thumb brushed over his left eye then threaded into his curls and he moaned again when the grip tightened slightly.

"I'll cum... please stop," Logan begged.

Remy blushed at hearing those words leave Logan in a desperate attempt to cease his actions, but he wouldn't let him just escape after making him orgasm three times in such a short span. He went faster, squeezing down on his balls as he used his tongue in time with his bobs. He choked and gagged, knowing that even with his slightly small mouth he could still deliver a satisfying blowjob. Logan was moaning and hissing like a snake, doing his best not to shove his head down. Remy pulled back to tease the head, sucking and licking where he knew would rile him up.

"Ah hell! Remy wait!"

But Remy didn't. He sucked harder, faster, rubbing at Logan's balls as he jerked him off in time to match his other hand.

Logan was beginning to lose control, he could no longer hold back. He exclaimed, yanking Remy's back as he groaned deep into his throat and came.

White streams of cum shot out over his mouth and face, coating his tongue and cheek. Remy swore, still jerking him as Logan's hand joined him, lacing their fingers on his shaft as he rode out his orgasm. "So pretty..." Remy mumbled as he swallowed the cum. He shivered and then looked up to see the flustered sight of Logan. "That was a lot."

Logan didn't reply, instead, when he could finally see clearly, he saw the mess he had made of Remy's face and touched his cheek, running a thumb over his cheek to catch some of his cum and run his thumb over those full plump lips. Remy sucked his digit into his mouth cleaning it off. Logan had every urge to pin the man to the bed and take his throat, watching that pretty face suck him off again. Logan snapped out of it as soon as he heard Remy slurping around his thumb and sat up a little straighter. "Holy—shit! I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. Are ya—" he scrambled for a few sheets of napkin from his nightstand and moved to quickly clean off Remy's face, embarrassment finally seeping into his lewd actions.

"Heh, I'm okay, Logan. That was fun." Remy muttered, smiling as the man wiped at his forehead.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. Are ya alright? Do ya wanna stop, we can—"

"Logan!" Remy snapped, noticing how thick his accent had grown. He must have been really into it. "I'll take that as a compliment. Don't make it into a big deal. It was sexy, you were so sexy." He cooed, moving his hand away as he stretched up to kiss him.

Logan moaned and kissed him back, sighing. He knew he shouldn't feel bad about the facial he just gave Remy, but he didn't plan to do that on his pretty face... even though he looked so sexy like that.

"We still have a box of condoms to utilize, Logan. Don't tell me you're backing out now." Remy teased. Logan looked at him then the condom in his hand and snickered.

"You still want to?"

Remy nodded like a bobblehead. "Yes. I'm so wet!" Logan smiled and caught his waist, dragging him in then moved his hand down between Remy's thighs, he pushed three fingers between his folds, entering him as he made him cry out. "Ahh!"

"Tell me, you want me to fuck you there? Or..." he dragged it out, slipping his fingers from inside him as he moved to rub his index finger to his pucker, "here?" Remy's eyes were wider than he'd seen them tonight and he parted his lips.

"The front, please... then the back. I want you inside me, Logan. I can't fucking think anymore!" He confessed, covering his eyes. Logan hummed and kissed the back of his hands.

"Then help me out, ya still have the condom. Put it on for me and I'll fuck ya just like you want." Logan said. Remy nodded at him, shivering as he moved to place the condom over his cock, sliding it down his length. Logan lifted the smaller one, helping him adjust so that his legs were on opposite sides of his thighs and his erection was just under Remy's sex. "Do you want me to put it in for ya, luv? Or do ya wanna do it yourself?" He mumbled, nipping Remy's shoulder blade.

Remy flinched at the sudden scraping of teeth to his flesh and bit back a moan. "I... I'll do it." He reached between their bodies, a hand running from the base to the tip then he carefully guided the cock to his entrance. He could hardly hold him in one hand, he pressed the head to his wetness and paused meeting Logan's patient eyes. "Help me too, yeah?" He pushed down on the head, feeling as it stretched him and how his body opened around him. He shuddered when the head was sucked inside, and arched back slightly as he shakily exhaled, tears filling his eyes as he pushed down further. "L—Logan... help." He was breathless. Never had he felt so out of it during sex. It was wonderful. "It's too thick.... help me." Logan ran his large hands up his thighs then caught his hips and pulled him down in one fluid motion, fitting his cock fully inside him. "AHHH!" Remy cried out, as Logan stretched him out! The girth was too much! He was too deep! "Fuck me! Logan, it's so big! Nghh! Fuck..." tears ran down his face as he weakly held onto the large wrist of the older man.

Logan had to hold himself together, "you're so tight, Remy... damn." He winced, keeping his composure before he caught on. "You came again, didn't you?" He asked, his voice thicker. Remy couldn't stop shaking, his skin flushed red. "Yeah, ya did." Logan waited, feeling how hard Remy was clenched around his cock. "Tell me when."

Remy feared losing his mind to pleasure, for at this moment he could not for the life of him understand what was happening between them. Each moment made them yearn for more. He was questioning his life until this point and now realized that he could allow himself to get lost in the pleasure without worry. "More. Move Logan, Logan, please. Move! Urgh!" Remy reached out and pulled him in sloppily kissing him not caring if he begged. Logan hugged him with those huge muscular arms, deepening their kiss as he slowly moved inside him. He shivered, pushing back to meet his thrust. He separated their lips, then peppered kisses down his jaw and to his neck biting down on him. Logan snapped his hips, and he shook, nails at his shoulders. He was in pure bliss. Logan grasped his waist with one arm and held him before he knelt on the bed and smiled at him.

"Yes?" He asked.

As simple as that question was, Remy understood it in its entirety. "Yes."

Logan held his right hip, and slide out half way, reveling in Remy's moans, then snapped forward and heard as they turned into cries of pleasure.

》》》》》

"Morning, Luv," Logan mumbled, brushing the shoulder nearest his left hand, the soft red bitemarks in his skin less swollen. He found the weary gaze of Remy and waited for his following words.

Remy opened his mouth, then closed it. Words were not coming forth—he had too many of them swirling around his head to find the right ones to use. "Uh," his thoughts drifted back to last night when Logan had lifted him off the floor in his strong arms, then to the bedroom where he fitted every thick inch of him inside his sex until he could no longer cry out in sound. Remy blinked away the sleep in his eyes, gulping. "Oh, God! Quit it," Remy squealed, embarrassment causing him to laugh and cover his eyes. "Stop!" He giggled, sinking back to the bed, smiling.

"Stop what?" Logan chuckled. "I did nothing." He sat up and reached out for Remy's slender waist, pulling him into his side before moving on top of him. He shivered when the younger one's nails ran down his sides, and he heard him moan softly, one smooth leg rose over his thigh. "Hmm, you still want more?" He muttered into his ear, nuzzling his cheek against Remy's as he nipped at his chin.

"Logan." Remy moaned, arching off the bed as he felt the hard press of Logan's cock against his heat. "Fuck, baby, hold on." He bit his bottom lip, swearing as Logan kissed his shoulder.

"But you're so wet, Remy. Do you really want me to stop?" Logan grazed his teeth against his collarbone, making him hiss and squirm underneath him. "Tell me what you want. If you need me to truly stop," he kissed his breastbone, "or if you want me inside you again." Logan whispered. He caught Remy's nipple in his mouth and moaned around it as the younger one cried out.

Remy fisted a hand in Logan's short hair, moaning suddenly as his body shook. He couldn't hold back the tears that filled his eyes as Logan rubbed his hot cock between his folds, every time pressing hard against his erect clit. "Logan! Ugh! W—wait, please. Ahah, damn." He whimpered, looking away from the older one as he stopped, lifting off of him enough where they weren't touching so intimately.

"Are you alright?" Logan cupped his face, finding his dark brown eyes. Remy nodded, touching the back of his hand gently.

"Y—yeah. I was just a little overwhelmed." Remy met Logan's gaze and saw the worry in his blue-green eyes. "I didn't expect you to be so okay with me."

Logan arched a brow. "Why? What's wrong wit ya?"

Remy looked him over, trying to find the lie, but was met with genuine concern.  He relaxed then seeing the honest confusion on the older man's face. His hand was still rubbing soft circles on his right cheek as he waited for him to speak. "I… um. Don't you think I'm odd?" Logan shook his head. And Remy had to take a moment to reflect. He had been through a few hardships in his past relationships, with both women and men, and he always tried to play it off and act like they didn't offend him when they couldn't understand his feelings. Was Logan going to turn out to be just like them? Would he, too, turn around and hurt him? "You know, last night. I thought you were straight, and now. I still don't know. What is your orientation?"

Logan shrugged. "I like whoever interests me, and I don't care about sexual orientation or gender. If we're being honest, you're not the first trans person I've slept with, nor are you the first man. I go with what I like, and Remy, I like you."

Remy was at a loss for words. "Can I truly trust your word?" Logan hummed as if he were unsure, and Remy huffed out. "Can I please," Logan got the hint and moved off him, allowing him to slip off the bed and stand before the older man. Remy tugged on the fluffy robe Logan had given him last night after they showered—over his shoulders, covering the evidence of their lovemaking.

"Wait—where is this coming from? Remy, didn't last night prove that I have no issues with any part of you? We had a great time at the bar, then afterward when we came here. What are you truly concerned about, Remy? I'm not lying. I do not need to." Logan ran a hand over his hair. "I told you that laughter was the first thing I noticed about you, right? You had me mesmerized from the first moment. Then it was your sharp yet soft eyes that pulled me in. That's the truth. Honestly, you aren't the first person to be confused about my orientation—hell, even my friends tell me that they can't always figure me out, and those closest to me still have a hard time understanding how I think." He said, sitting on the edge of the bed now. He shut his eyes, squeezing them together before he spoke again. "Look," he bit his lip, thinking against his initial words. "I was raised not to judge a book by its cover. I have a variety of friends, most of whom are LGBTQ+. I have nothing to gain from trying to—I dunno, use ya?" Logan waved his hand, exasperated, noticing as Remy flinched slightly. "That is not my intention. Remy, I don't have one-night stands like I'm not some horny college frat boy. I come home, shower, check on my plants, feed mah cat, and relax with a book or some project that I've given myself. I don't know how else to say that. But I was serious when I said I wanted to get to know ya. There's no pressure. Please, take all the time you need to trust me. Just promise me you won't assume I'm here to play with you."

Remy was worrying the inside of his mouth as he heard what Logan had to say and exhaled shakily. "I—" He stopped, swallowing the lump in his throat as he tried again. "I don't mean to be so difficult, but I've been through some shitty things with people I assumed were good and genuine. They weren't and I was left feeling like crap afterward. I've been single for the last almost four years, Logan. Trying to meet others and hook up didn't work because I was not seen as who I am. I was unsure if you were into me for me, or…" he trailed off, eyes filling with tears.

Logan stood then and closed the distance between them, reaching out to take the younger man's hand. "Remy, I'm interested in you. I see you for you." Logan met his glassy dark eyes, he sighed, cupping his cheek with his other hand as he brushed a tear away. "Can I hug you?" Remy nodded, sniffling.

The older one pulled him in and Remy nuzzled his face against Logan's neck, relieved that he could relax in this kind soul's warm embrace. He didn't think that he'd ever get to have a man in his life that would reassure him so soon after they met. Logan's words sounded pure and honest, but only time would tell. "Logan?"

"Yes?"

"Are you upset that I ruined the mood?" Remy asked, remembering how very naked they each were—Logan more than him, but he noticed his nudity, and the older one had nothing to cover himself.

Logan pulled back from him, caressing his cheek. "No. It's just sex. You're more important than that. Are you hungry? I could make you anything you want."

"Yes, I'm starving," Remy answered, smiling.

"Alright, Luv," Logan said. He kissed the top of Remy's forehead and walked over to the desk chair in the left corner of the room and grabbed a pair of gray shorts.

Remy bit his lip at how sexy Logan looked. His toned back muscles were marked with faded scratch marks and his butt, was firm and toned. Last night had surely been a daze, but he remembered grabbing Logan's ass as he was pounded. The man was still aroused but ignored it as he adjusted himself in his shorts. Remy's guilt hit him, especially with how could still feel the pressure of Logan's cock against his lower reign. "Urgh!"

Logan paused, with the drawstring of the shorts in hand as he looked back at Remy. "You okay?" He asked slowly.

"No. You're hard and I ruined the mood."

Logan chuckled, noticing how red he was, and walked over to him. He kissed his cheek. "My dick will be fine. I'm more concerned with you being comfortable than about my dick. Any food allergies?" He asked, looking back as he left the room. Remy shook his head.

Remy stood there in silence, then laughed awkwardly. He had gotten himself with a gentleman who appeared rough around the edges but was as kind as they come. He turned and grinned after Logan even though he had long disappeared into the kitchen. He sighed. "I could try to see how this goes." He mumbled to himself, then tied the rope at his waist and walked out, greeted by the scent of cinnamon. "Oh, what are you making?"

"I'm thinking waffles. Not many people hate waffles, and since you didn't tell me otherwise, then it's the safest bet."

Remy stood there looking at the older one. He wasn't much of a breakfast guy at times, but when he was, he did like to have whatever was on his mind. "Waffles are great. Can I bug you for some sausage? And oh! Do you have whipped cream?" Logan let out a hearty laugh and Remy yipped from the suddenness of it.

Logan brushed a tear from his eye. "I do! And here I thought you weren’t into indulging in the practice of gluttony."

Remy puffed his cheeks out at Logan's playful mocking and stuck out his tongue. "I love food too! Don't peg me as a skinny boy who doesn't eat for fear of gaining weight." Remy walked towards Logan, "I love food. It was always something I enjoyed throughout my life. So don't you dare think of me in such a disrespectful way, sir?" He poked Logan's right breast and instantly regretted stepping closer to the man. He hadn't a clue if it was because of the shower or if that was Logan's natural scent, but right now, he smelt enticing. Remy gulped. "Uh, uhm. S—sorry." He patted his chest and couldn't help but stare at his toned hairy pecs. "Dammit. Why do you have to look so good?"

"Hah, you seem hungry for something else. Or am I just reading too much into this?" Logan caught Remy's waist. "I thought you wanted to eat?"

"Oh, I do," Remy muttered, spreading his hands across Logan's wide chest, the soft hairs there brushing his fingertips. He snaked his other hand to grip the back of Logan's neck.

"But I'm not on the menu."

Rent watched as Logan licked his lips. "Then we better fix that."

Logan embraced Remy, grabbing his ass, causing a moan to escape his mouth, his eyelids fluttering. He bent to whisper into the younger one's ear. "Then as of now, you're the one on the menu, because, right now, I'm famished." Remy yipped as Logan hoisted him up and he wrapped his arms and legs around the older one, catching his lips in a crushing kiss. The gripped his forearm as he was carried towards the counter.

Remy shivered as Logan nudged his chin and nipped at his neck. "Logan. Wait—." He cried out when the older one's hand slipped underneath his robe and he cupped his ass, spreading his cheeks apart. "Fuck. Why do your hands feel so good?" He mumbled.

"Because you like when I touch you." Logan groaned.

"Ah, baby, please." He gasped, reaching between them to grope Logan's cock. He rested his head on Remy's shoulder, hissing. "So hard already." He exhaled.

"It never went down." He bit down on Remy's shoulder. "Ngh, Rem."

"You'll burn the waffles," Remy said.

Logan chuckled breathlessly, "it goes off automatically." He caught the back of Remy's neck and pressed their mouths together, pushing his tongue inside as he kissed him.