ridiculous.”
“I know,” Colin replied, trying to keep a straight face.
The kiss broke as Logan started laughing, tilting his head back as he shook with it. Colin tilted his head down and watched as Logan’s cock bobbed with the movement. There was a wet smear from where it was leaking across his stomach.
“Can I finish sucking you off?” he asked.
Logan shook his head no, calming his laughter. He pulled Colin back down, wrapped his legs around Colin’s waist. “I want to come like this.”
“Seriously?”
Logan bit his jaw, sharply. “Seriously.” He slapped Colin’s ass hard. “Get moving.”
“Must I do all the work?” asked Colin, moving to brace himself over Logan and do as he was told. They rocked together on the bed, their cocks slipping and sliding as they tried to find a rhythm that worked. It wasn’t perfect at first, and it took them a few minutes to get in sync. At one point they bumped their heads together as they both tried to look between them.
Eventually they did find what worked, though, and it was good. It was so fucking good. Colin pressed his forehead against Logan’s shoulder, lips brushing Logan’s neck with every movement. Logan’s skin was slick with sweat, but Colin didn’t care. Logan wasn’t much better, his breath dampening the side of Colin’s neck, and his fingers digging indents into Colin’s ass.
The bed was squeaking underneath them, the room filled with the sounds of their panting breaths. Colin brought a hand up to brace against the headboard, Logan’s head dangerously close to making contact with it. He nuzzled the side of his face, blindly kissing along his jaw and over his cheek. His hair tickled the side of Colin’s face.
When he came, it was with a long, shaky breath. He felt his stomach get slick, his muscles tensing and releasing as he hunched into Logan. Beneath him, Logan was having a similar reaction: his hips shuddering, low grunts being pulled from his throat. He bit Colin’s shoulder hard enough to make him swear.
He shoved at Colin when Colin let his weight collapse onto him. Obligingly, Colin rolled to the side. “Now who’s the vampire?” he asked him, weakly rubbing at the sore spot on his shoulder.
Logan turned his head to the side, looking at him through bedroom eyes. “Did you not like it?”
Colin shoved his face away. “Don’t be an ass.”
“W E ’ RE NEVER going to eat all of this,” said Colin as he stared in disbelief at the table. Logan had cooked enough food to feed a small army. There were three pans of lasagna, a ham, a massive bowl of potatoes, another of salad, corn, green beans, a loaf of bread, and a selection of rolls. “This is insane.”
Logan brushed by him, trailing his hand over Colin’s lower back, gently prodding him to take a seat. “We’re not supposed to eat all of this. There’s this thing called leftovers.”
“You’re going to feed your family the leftovers, aren’t you?” He took a seat across from Logan and started to fill his plate till it was nearly overflowing. He poked at the lasagnas. “What’s the difference?”
“The first one is vegetarian, the second meat, and the third just cheese.”
Colin went for the meat one.
“You should put some kind of vegetable on your plate,” said Logan, adding salad to his bowl.
Colin looked down at his plate of potatoes, bread, lasagna, and ham. “I’m good,” he said. He was sure his mom would force him to eat plenty of vegetables when he finally made it to her. “It’s Christmas. It’s a day for not doing the healthy thing.”
Logan laughed at him. “Does that mean you’re going to make yourself sick with cookies again?”
“You bet your ass I am.”
By the time he finished eating, he felt like he was going to explode. He leaned back in his chair with a loud groan. “This is how I’m going to die,” he said, rubbing his stuffed stomach.
Logan bent to kiss him as he walked around the table, picking up Colin’s
“I know,” Colin replied, trying to keep a straight face.
The kiss broke as Logan started laughing, tilting his head back as he shook with it. Colin tilted his head down and watched as Logan’s cock bobbed with the movement. There was a wet smear from where it was leaking across his stomach.
“Can I finish sucking you off?” he asked.
Logan shook his head no, calming his laughter. He pulled Colin back down, wrapped his legs around Colin’s waist. “I want to come like this.”
“Seriously?”
Logan bit his jaw, sharply. “Seriously.” He slapped Colin’s ass hard. “Get moving.”
“Must I do all the work?” asked Colin, moving to brace himself over Logan and do as he was told. They rocked together on the bed, their cocks slipping and sliding as they tried to find a rhythm that worked. It wasn’t perfect at first, and it took them a few minutes to get in sync. At one point they bumped their heads together as they both tried to look between them.
Eventually they did find what worked, though, and it was good. It was so fucking good. Colin pressed his forehead against Logan’s shoulder, lips brushing Logan’s neck with every movement. Logan’s skin was slick with sweat, but Colin didn’t care. Logan wasn’t much better, his breath dampening the side of Colin’s neck, and his fingers digging indents into Colin’s ass.
The bed was squeaking underneath them, the room filled with the sounds of their panting breaths. Colin brought a hand up to brace against the headboard, Logan’s head dangerously close to making contact with it. He nuzzled the side of his face, blindly kissing along his jaw and over his cheek. His hair tickled the side of Colin’s face.
When he came, it was with a long, shaky breath. He felt his stomach get slick, his muscles tensing and releasing as he hunched into Logan. Beneath him, Logan was having a similar reaction: his hips shuddering, low grunts being pulled from his throat. He bit Colin’s shoulder hard enough to make him swear.
He shoved at Colin when Colin let his weight collapse onto him. Obligingly, Colin rolled to the side. “Now who’s the vampire?” he asked him, weakly rubbing at the sore spot on his shoulder.
Logan turned his head to the side, looking at him through bedroom eyes. “Did you not like it?”
Colin shoved his face away. “Don’t be an ass.”
“W E ’ RE NEVER going to eat all of this,” said Colin as he stared in disbelief at the table. Logan had cooked enough food to feed a small army. There were three pans of lasagna, a ham, a massive bowl of potatoes, another of salad, corn, green beans, a loaf of bread, and a selection of rolls. “This is insane.”
Logan brushed by him, trailing his hand over Colin’s lower back, gently prodding him to take a seat. “We’re not supposed to eat all of this. There’s this thing called leftovers.”
“You’re going to feed your family the leftovers, aren’t you?” He took a seat across from Logan and started to fill his plate till it was nearly overflowing. He poked at the lasagnas. “What’s the difference?”
“The first one is vegetarian, the second meat, and the third just cheese.”
Colin went for the meat one.
“You should put some kind of vegetable on your plate,” said Logan, adding salad to his bowl.
Colin looked down at his plate of potatoes, bread, lasagna, and ham. “I’m good,” he said. He was sure his mom would force him to eat plenty of vegetables when he finally made it to her. “It’s Christmas. It’s a day for not doing the healthy thing.”
Logan laughed at him. “Does that mean you’re going to make yourself sick with cookies again?”
“You bet your ass I am.”
By the time he finished eating, he felt like he was going to explode. He leaned back in his chair with a loud groan. “This is how I’m going to die,” he said, rubbing his stuffed stomach.
Logan bent to kiss him as he walked around the table, picking up Colin’s
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