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And the pattern continued.
Sex became a much more frequent part of their lives. It was like now that Oscar knew that he could handle it, all the horny was unleashed. Full penetration wasn't as common due to the time it took to do safely and because Oscar had to be not sore in order to drive.
The only issues were that Oscar was still very reluctant to let Logan use his hands and he almost always rode him. He refused to even entertain the idea of Logan bottoming or doing the majority of the work when Logan made gentle motions in that direction.
Logan didn't get it.
Did Oscar just not like to be touched? He didn't think that it was a touch aversion thing. He had no problem with touching Logan in both sexual and nonsexual ways, but that didn't necessarily mean much about Oscar liking being touched. Maybe it was the fact that he initiated it, but he was fine when Logan initiated all other times. Oscar couldn't be asexual. The heated gaze he leveled at him was definitely sexual interest. Or maybe it wasn't. Logan didn't know what to think.
He knew he needed to bring it up to Oscar, but talking about sex was for some reason way harder than talking about his scars or his pain. It just felt awkward! Like he was being pushy and demanding too much from Oscar.
It wasn't like their sex life was bad. It felt really nice. Just… Logan wished he could be the one to make Oscar feel good. Oscar was pretty quiet during sex and when he rode Logan, it looked more like he was going through the motions than really getting into things.
And Logan kind of really wanted Oscar to fuck him.
They finally had another day together where Oscar didn't have any meetings. With Oscar back to racing, Logan had taken to canceling his ballet classes when Oscar was back in Monaco, eager to spend as much time as possible with his boyfriend before he had to leave again.
Once Logan was publicly dating Oscar, he'd be able to travel with him, and Cactus was responding really well to leash and harness training, so he'd be able to come too. Maybe Logan could even train him to use the toilet. He seemed like the type of cat who would if he knew that it was an option.
But that was beside the point. Once they were out, the situation would change. Until then, he would enjoy the time he had with Oscar to the fullest. He claimed that Oscar was the one who missed him more, but really, Logan was a clingy man at heart.
They'd made it out of bed, instead cuddling on the couch. Logan had managed to rip himself away from the loveliness of their warm bed while Oscar had been on his morning run and had gone out to grab some pastries for breakfast that Oscar wouldn't tell his trainer about.
They'd had a lovely morning and were now settled on the couch, making out lazily just because they could. But Logan needed to be honest with him and mention his concerns and insecurities.
Who needed therapy when you were 'self aware' and over analyzed everything?
Reluctantly, Logan pulled away from Oscar. "Can we… talk for a moment?"
Oscar immediately frowned, looking at Logan with undisguised concern. "About what?"
"Nothing bad," Logan hurried to say. "Just… maybe I'm a little insecure?"
"I'm proud of you for coming to me about this," Oscar said immediately, his frame relaxing as Logan's answer made it clear that it wasn't some kind of breakup speech. Admittedly, Logan's start hadn't exactly been great.
"Why… won't you let me touch you when we have sex?" he asked, eyes darting away from Oscar's face as he bit his lip. If he were standing, he'd be shuffling awkwardly, as it was, he was squirming from where he was sitting in Oscar's lap. "Do my scars feel bad?"
Oscar's hand came up to cup Logan's cheek — the one with the scar tissue that licked up his cheek that Logan was kind of self-conscious about.
"Logan, of course not. I just worry. Sex is supposed to feel good. It's so easy to accidentally hurt someone. I couldn't bear it if I hurt you."
Logan sighed, glancing upward. "Osc, I'm pretty much always hurting somewhere. I know you mean well, but I want to be able to touch you. I want you to feel good. If it's not that my scars feel bad—"
"You do make me feel good!" Oscar insisted. "I'm just… worried about your scars and your nerves."
"Baby, it's been months," Logan sighed. "I work out regularly again. The doctors have even cleared me to use my hands like normal. I've started training more like I'm getting back into racing."
"I just don't want to hurt you." Oscar stared at him with wide and slightly watery eyes. Logan leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the tip of his nose.
"You won't, baby," Logan said. "And if my weird nerves decide to fuck me over, I'll tell you and we'll stop."
Oscar worried the skin of his lip between his teeth. "You're sure that it doesn't hurt? Pull at the scars?"
"Baby, I use my hands all the time," he said. "Is that also why you won't let me blow you? My scars?"
"I'm not small," Oscar insisted. "I don't want you to strain your jaw."
Logan rolled his eyes. "Maybe I'll need to work up to it, but Osc, I want to suck your dick."
Oscar whined just a little, a flush coloured his cheeks. Logan slid his hand down Oscar's chest until it rested against the bulge that had formed at the crotch of his sweatpants. He palmed over it, watching with fascination as Oscar's jaw slackened and his eyes widened.
"Let me make you feel good?" he asked, looking up at Oscar through his eyelashes all demure and cute. That was apparently his weakness because Oscar shyly spread his legs a little. Logan grinned.
He pawed at the waistband of Oscar's sweatpants, giggling as Oscar lifted his hips to let Logan pull his pants and underwear down to his knees. Oscar's cock was flushed and hard, curving up toward his stomach.
"So pretty," Logan cooed. Oscar flushed brightly, squirming in place beneath him.
He pulled off his gloves, setting them aside before pulling his hand up to his mouth and licking messily from palm to fingertip. It was kind of gross, but the wounded sound that Oscar let out was worth it. He reached out and gently wrapped his hand around Oscar's length. Oscar was a bit bigger than Logan, but Logan's hands were a bit bigger than Oscar's, so it evened out.
He carefully moved his hand up and down Oscar's cock, stroking him with an even, gentle rhythm. He rubbed his thumb over Oscar's cock head, grinning when Oscar let out a small sound, his hands flying to squeeze at Logan's hips.
"That's it, baby," Logan said. "So good for me, you're so wet." It was true; Oscar's cock basically started leaking as soon as he laid his hand on it. It was cute. It added to the slickness of the slide, making his movements smoother. It probably felt a lot better, especially with all the uneven textures of his hand.
He continued to jerk him off, settling into a solid pace that got him the most noises from Oscar. Oscar had his head thrown back over the edge of the couch, his jaw clenched and flexing. Logan leaned forward, pressing soft kisses to Oscar's exposed throat before moving down to his collarbones to suck a deep hickey into the delicate skin.
Oscar was flushed all the way down beneath his collar. Logan knew from experience that the blush probably went all the way down to his nipples. Oscar was so pale — he blushed so pretty and pink.
"Hng," Oscar moaned, his hands clenching tight enough to bruise at the flesh of Logan's hips. "Close," he grunted.
Logan grinned, pressing a soft kiss to the red mark on his boyfriend's skin that was steadily darkening. He pulled back a bit, looking down at Oscar' crotch as he rubbed over the head with his thumb.
"You can come, baby," he said softly. "I want to see you make a mess all over my hand. Mark me. Make me yours."
Oscar let out a harsh huff, tilting his head back down to smoosh his face into Logan's hair. He panted wetly against his cheek, squeezing his eyes shut.
Logan tightened his grip just a fraction, twisting his wrist on the upstroke and then Oscar was coming with a soft gasp, his jaw hanging open. Logan stroked him through it, only pulling away when he noticed that Oscar's shoulders were beginning to tense up.
"So beautiful, sweetheart. Thank you for letting me help you feel good."
Sitting with a hand full of jizz wasn't exactly comfortable — and Oscar with his pants bunched at his knees really couldn't have been any more comfortable — but Logan bore it so that he could reassure Oscar. He tended to get a little quiet after he came, and Logan worried. He didn't want this to be a bad experience for them. That would make it that much harder to get Oscar to let him touch him again.
"I should be thanking you," Oscar huffed. "Do you want me to—" He made a vague gesture toward Logan's crotch which had a bit of an obvious tent.
"Can you fuck me?" Logan blurted out like an idiot.
As expected, Oscar froze. Logan cursed internally. Springing that on him basically immediately post orgasm was not a great idea.
"I know you're scared of hurting me but I know you'll be good to me," Logan hurried to say. "I can handle it, I promise."
"Now?" Oscar asked after a beat or two. His face was all drawn in and hesitant. Logan felt bad for asking. Oscar looked so wary.
"I mean, obviously I have to shower, but yeah."
"You'll let me prep you?"
Logan's eyebrow twitched a bit. "Well, since we just graduated to you letting me jerk you off, I figure you wouldn't exactly be comfortable letting me prep myself."
"I just— I need to make sure it won't hurt you."
Logan figured that that was a fair enough compromise. He was pretty much eager to agree to anything if Oscar was willing to let him bottom for once. It was a small ask — to let Oscar prep him. He found the idea hot actually. The idea of Oscar sliding his small fingers into him to widen his hole so that he could take him.
Oscar never let Logan help with prep work, although considering all the other things Oscar was reluctant to let him do, it made sense.
"Sure," Logan agreed easily. "Just let me shower and… clean up."
He may not have done much, but he'd been mortified by the concept of getting shit on someone's dick, so he'd researched a little too much about cleaning. He hadn't really fingered himself before — the effort involved having always seemed like too much for something a simple jerk off could achieve — but he had cleaned himself out before.
Plus, he still had a handful of jizz that was staring to dry at the edges.
"Are you sure you really want this?" Oscar asked. "You know I don't mind bottoming. I don't want you to do this because you feel like it's unfair to me."
Logan blushed, a bit embarrassed. "I've kind of been fantasizing about you fucking me since I learned how gay sex worked," he admitted tentatively. "Honestly, I was really surprised that you rode me for our first time."
Oscar blinked at him. "Well, I just, I guess I read that bottoming could hurt? I didn't want to chance it with you."
Logan winced. He knew first hand how it could feel if you didn't do it correctly even if they hadn't gotten that far at the time. Oscar's statement also 100% confirmed that unlike Logan, he hadn't messed around with anyone before. It wasn't too surprising, but they hadn't exactly talked about it. Better late than never?
"Have you been hurting this whole time?" Logan asked carefully. He didn't know what he'd do if it turned out that Oscar had been… martyring himself out all because Logan had asked for sex.
"No, no!" Oscar hurried to say. "I mean, there's a stretch and a burn, but I definitely felt good, I promise."
Logan untensed at that answer. "You know I never want you to hurt either, right?"
Oscar's eyes softened. "I know. I would have said something if it was bad."
"Even if you just don't like it, I want you to tell me. I just… want to be sure. Saying stuff out loud and all."
Oscar leaned forward, pressing a gentle and chaste kiss to Logan's lips. "Go shower, love. I'll get other stuff ready, okay? You know how to clean?"
Logan felt his cheeks heat up. "You weren't the only one to do research."
Oscar laughed. "Okay, okay. Go on."
When Logan walked out of the bathroom — not having bothered with putting on any clothes — Oscar was waiting on the bed, scrolling through his phone and sitting only in his boxers. He looked soft in the diffused light that came through the curtained windows. His mousy brown hair flopping over his forehead, muscles soft and round. Logan wanted to sink his teeth into him.
Oscar looked up, a gentle smile stretching across his face. "Hey love," he greeted.
Logan smiled back at him, nerves settling into his chest like butterflies. He'd fantasized about this type of thing for years and it didn't quite seem real that it was going to happen now.
And now he was standing in front of the bed with a semi.
"Come here, love," Oscar beckoned, putting his phone down and holding out a hand. Logan took it with a small blush, accepting Oscar's support as he climbed onto the bed. He settled beside Oscar, leaning back against the headboard. Oscar leaned over, planting a hand on either side of his torso. He pulled Logan into a kiss, biting at Logan's lower lip and teasing his tongue against the very edge of Logan's teeth.
"Let me take care of you," he said, peeling away from Logan. He leaned back, shuffling down the bed on his knees. Logan shuffled down until he was more horizontal, his thighs splayed out around Oscar's thighs, putting himself on display. His ears felt warm, but it wasn't anything that Oscar hadn't seen before; there was no reason for him to be so embarrassed.
It was a familiar enough position anyways — Oscar above him, Logan's legs spread, hard dick flushed and lying against the 'V' of his hips. His abs tensed and flexed under Oscar's gaze. He didn't know what to do with his hands, so he just settled on having them rest on the pillow on either side of his head like normal. Oscar would move him how he needed him.
"Well, aren't you just a pretty little pillow princess," Oscar cooed, eyes roving all over his body. "Spread your legs a little more for me?"
Logan obediently moved, feeling his hips flex at the motion. He felt like he was spread an obscene amount now, but Oscar seemed satisfied. He leaned over Logan, grabbing the lube and coating his fingers in it before dropping the bottle on the bed.
Logan inhaled sharply as he felt the first brush of Oscar's wet fingers on his rim. Oscar calmly massaged the skin, spreading lube as he went. "Just keep breathing deeply, okay? Tell me if it hurts and we'll stop immediately."
Logan swallowed thickly, nodding in acknowledgment. He didn't make a noise as Oscar slid the first finger inside.
It felt different than he remembered. Then again, it had been several years since his last ill-fated attempt to bottom. Maybe it was because Oscar had smaller fingers than the other guy had. It felt strange — it didn't hurt, but Logan wasn't exactly about to say that it felt comfortable. Oscar sank his finger in in one smooth motion, his body surprisingly amenable to accepting the foreign object within itself.
Inside him, the finger felt bigger. Logan was grateful that Oscar's fingernails weren't currently all that long. He can't imagine that that would be a nice feeling on his delicate insides.
Oscar wiggled his finger, feeling around inside Logan. His breathing sounded loud in his ears, but he did his best to stay as still as possible. He was sweet and docile. He would adjust to the strange feeling. After a little while, Oscar began to slowly pump his finger, slicking up the inside and rim of Logan's hole. His other hand came up to rest on Logan's hip, his thumb rubbing soothingly at the skin pulled taught over his pelvic bone in time with his thrusts. Logan did his best to relax into the feeling, closing his eyes to focus on the sensation.
He felt when Oscar's middle finger nudged against his furled rim. The finger was slick with lube, and on Oscar's next thrust, it too sank into Logan. This time he wasn't completely silent, letting out a harsh breath at the intrusion.
The guy from F3 had only stuck one finger into him before attempting to shove his dick in immediately afterward. Two of Oscar's fingers were an unfamiliar stretch. Logan didn't really know how he felt about it. It was strange. He felt full in a way that he wasn't familiar with. He felt the way his muscles protested, squeezing around Oscar's fingers as if confused about whether or not it wanted to push them out or keep them in. Logan squirmed a bit, unintentionally pushing Oscar in deeper. He inhaled sharply.
"Still good?" Oscar asked, his voice careful and measured.
Logan's eyes peeled open and he looked at Oscar between his legs. He watched with wide eyes as Oscar's forearm flexed with every gentle thrust into his hole. He squirmed again at the feeling. "Yeah," he said. "It's just… feels strange."
Oscar hummed. "Do you want me to suck you?" he asked, to which Logan immediately shook his head.
"No. I want to feel it."
He didn't want to be distracted by Oscar's quite frankly sinful mouth. He wanted the whole experience of having Oscar inside him. Maybe down the line he'd choose differently (turning down a blowjob was quite frankly a bit of a stupid move on his end), but for the first time, he wanted just Oscar's fingers. He wanted to know if he could like it on its own.
So far, it was kind of underwhelming. It sure felt like something up his ass, but it wasn't good or bad. It sort of just was? Oscar's fingers felt way larger than they looked, and it made him just a bit more worried about actually taking Oscar's dick. It'd feel really shitty if he wasn't able to do this for Oscar. He didn't want the other to always have to bottom. It wouldn't seem fair. Besides, he wanted to get fucked. He wanted Oscar inside of him.
He bore down on Oscar's still pumping fingers, doing his best to relax around the wiggling intrusion.
Oscar switched up the rhythm, changing the angle of his thrusts, tugging and pulling at his rim. Logan groaned softly into the stretch, but he pushed down on it all the same. As his body got more and more used to it, it started to feel kind of good.
"Doesn't feel as strange anymore," he said, trying to keep his breathing even, but it was steadily becoming harder to do.
Oscar smirked at him before curling his fingers upward. Logan jolted, unable to hide the surprised cry that left him. There was a flash of heat in his stomach as Oscar's fingers hit something inside him that felt overwhelming.
"There it is," Oscar smirked, proceeding to rub his fingertips over that spot. Logan moaned, his jaw dropping open as he writhed on Oscar's fingers.
"Fuck," Logan cursed, his fists clenching in the material of the pillowcase. "Hah, that's—that's a lot."
Oscar continued to massage little circles into Logan's prostate until Logan was practically levitating off the bed, helplessly making little whiny sounds. After what felt like an eternity, Oscar let up and set about fucking a third finger into him.
The stretch was more, and Logan was pretty much letting out a constant stream of gasps and moans. It felt good. He felt full, and with every movement his nerves lit up, the heat in his stomach growing. Oscar held him down and open, making sure that his squirming didn't dislodge him. That show of strength only turned him on more.
When Oscar's finger slowed and pulled out, Logan whined in complaint. Oscar shushed him as he moved to reach for the nightstand.
"It's okay, love. You want my cock, don't you?" he asked. Logan made some kind of helpless noise between a whine and a moan. "Condom or no condom?"
Logan groaned, spreading his legs further apart as if that would entice Oscar to speed up somehow. "No condom. I want to feel you. Want you to fill me up."
They hadn't used condoms since getting together. They were both clean so the only point would be for easy cleanup, but they'd both insist on a shower anyways even if they were tired, so the point was kind of negligible.
"Whatever you want," Oscar replied, kissing Logan's nose. Logan giggled weakly, aware of how much of a mess he must look like already. He knew that the prostate felt good — it certainly managed to get stoic Oscar to make surprising noises — but he hadn't expected that he'd enjoy just fingers so much. His cock was flushed a bright red, nearly purple at the tip as it drooled all over him. He'd never been so wet before.
"How do you want it?" Oscar asked.
"I want to see you," Logan begged, his voice sounding somewhat out of breath. He knew it was theoretically easier if he was on his stomach or even if he was the one 'on top' (as that would allow him to control the speed and depth), but he couldn't stand the idea of it for their first time. He needed to see Oscar. He needed to see what he looked like as he sank into him; if he felt good. He wanted the hunger, the thirst. He needed to be good for the younger man.
"Alright," Oscar said easily. "I want to see you too, so don't hide your face from me, okay? I need to see you." Logan just whimpered. "It will hurt a bit at first, but I'll stop whenever, okay?" he continued as he slicked up his cock. Logan wasn't really sure when Oscar'd had the chance to shuck his boxers. Oscar hadn't been unaffected while he was fingering Logan, and he was looking so hard it must've hurt. "I just want you to feel good."
"Please just get in me already," he begged.
Oscar laughed a little. "Alright, scooch down a little and let me put this pillow under your hips. Last thing I want is to strain you any more than I will already."
Logan awkwardly shuffled, planting his feet as Oscar slid a pillow beneath him. Already he could feel how it changed the angle of his hips. It made the splay he had his legs at easier to maintain.
He placed his hands on the backs of Logan's thighs, gently but surely moving him to how he wanted him to be positioned. Logan was held open, on display for Oscar to stare at. He knew he must be blushing something fierce. He could feel the way that his hole gaped just a little, all shiny and wet. It must've been quite the sight.
Logan's hands clenched the pillow tightly. "Kiss me?" he begged quietly.
Without hesitation, Oscar leaned forward and captured Logan's mouth in a passionate kiss. One of his hands left Logan's leg and then he felt the tip of Oscar's dick nudge against his rim. He inhaled sharply into the kiss even as Oscar licked into his mouth. Oscar was the one to break the kiss, although he did that slowly, nibbling gently at Logan's bottom lip.
"Please," Logan whispered.
"Alright," Oscar replied. He pulled back until his weight was fully rested on his knees, his head still rubbing at Logan's wet hole. "Deep breath, love."
And then Oscar was pushing into him. It was like his whole world narrowed down to just them. Oscar pushed in in one unrelenting motion. It was like Logan couldn't breathe, with every inch he sank into him, he pushed the air from Logan's lungs. The stretch was all-consuming. He'd never been so full in his life — his jaw fell open automatically, his head tipping backward as his body almost seized up. It was like Oscar had carved out his own little space in Logan's body for his own.
He gasped harshly, chest heaving when he felt Oscar still as his hip bones came to a rest against his thighs. Oscar's grip on Logan's thighs tightened until it was nearly bruising force. Logan absently wished that there would be marks. He made fun of Oscar for being possessive, but he liked to be marked up just as much as Oscar liked to leave marks, so it was a win-win.
Logan had no idea how long they sat like that — Oscar holding his legs so that his knees were pressed almost against his chest, hips flush with Logan's ass. The only thing that existed to him were the points of contact between him and Oscar. He was so full. He'd had no idea that it'd feel like that.
Oscar wasn't small, but now he felt fucking huge. He could practically feel him on his tongue. He let out a helpless little whimper. Above him, Oscar was gritting his teeth, his eyes squeezed shut. He let out a guttural groan, his head tipping forward slightly as he visibly trembled with the effort it took for him to not move. He looked beautiful.
"Okay?" Oscar grunted, his voice sounding deep and hoarse.
"Please move," Logan whispered, his voice barely there at all. "Please, Osc—"
Logan was interrupted as Oscar moved his hips, pulling out until just the tip was stretching his rim. He readjusted his grip on Logan's legs before leaning his weight forward so that Logan's knees fully touched the bed on either side of his torso. He snapped his hips, the bones making an audible slap as he bottomed out again.
He cried out loudly, his hips complaining at the new angle that Oscar was holding him in. Logan had absolutely no leverage whatsoever. Oscar hit so deep inside him — the heat in his stomach only grew. Oscar didn't hesitate to keep fucking into him, every thrust deep and forceful. He set a solid rhythm, punching out Logan's breaths in pathetic little 'ah ah ah's. It wasn't harsh, but Logan felt a bit like a pinned bug.
"Hn, fuck," he whined. It felt so good. Every move lit up sparks inside him. He could squirm and wiggle as much as he wanted, but Oscar had him in a secure hold, and he remained fixed in place, completely at his boyfriend's mercy. He felt small. He felt protected.
His eyes tears up as he wrenched his head backward. Oscar was slowly shifting his thrusts, clearly searching for his prostate and soon enough, he found it. Sparks flew across his vision with every glance off of the gland. It felt so good it almost hurt. He let out an agonized cry.
"You feel so good," Oscar grunted. "So pretty for me, so tight. You're mine, aren't you? Just mine."
"Yours," Logan choked out.
Oscar let out a growl, nearly snarling as Logan moaned. He leaned forward, hooking his arms under Logan's knees so that he could continue to hold him down, his hands planted on the bed. The position allowed him to bury his head in Logan's neck, lips automatically latching onto the skin of his throat, sucking a vicious hickey into the thin flesh. His thrusts became shallower, gentler. He still felt incredibly deep in him, holding him open and hitting spots inside him that lit a fire in his belly.
Logan's arms flew up from the pillow to wrap tightly around Oscar's neck and shoulders. One hand buried itself in Oscar's hair. Oscar made a noise but didn't pull away from Logan's neck.
"Please," he whimpered. He didn't know what he was begging for.
His own weeping cock was stuck in between his stomach and Oscar's, the slick of sweat and pre cum making the friction the position provided just this side of enough. He was overwhelmed, letting out little noises and whimpers with every movement.
Oscar was good. So, so good. It felt like he was fucking his brains out — the perks of having a pro athlete fuck you. His face felt wet, although he really couldn't tell if that was from drool or tears. He was kind of beyond himself.
"So good," Oscar crooned, mouthing at his collarbone. "Taking me so well — being so open. It's like you were made for this. Made for me."
Logan couldn't tell if he was moaning or babbling incoherently. All sensations were kind of just blending into some combination of so good and too much. His fingers and toes buzzed.
"Hn," he whined. "Guh— ah!"
The noises leaving him were filthy. Like something out of a cheap porno. He was choking on every intake, his legs twitching and spasming helplessly.
"So good," he whined.
"Do you think you can come like this?"
Logan whined. "Maybe."
That seemed to breathe new life into Oscar because he pulled back, shifting so that he could rest one of Logan's legs over his shoulder, pressing a kiss to his calf. He settled the other thigh on his hip, his hands moving to press against his pelvis.
"Come on, Lo, I know you can," he said as he set a new rhythm. Logan's arms fell helplessly back to the bed. "Be good for me, sweetheart. I want to see you cum."
Oscar then seemed to make it his mission to abuse his prostate and Logan couldn't stop shaking. It was overwhelming. It felt good. It hurt.
Before he even realized what was happening, he was coming all over himself. He shot off so hard that he felt a spurt hit him in the chin. He was barely aware of it though, because his brain was turning to mush with the force of his orgasm. He had no idea if he made any noise — his face must have been quite the sight regardless.
Oscar fucked him through it. It seemed to go one forever, but eventually he came back to himself and sound filtered back in. Oscar's face was a bit blurry above him, but he could see how it was all scrunched up.
Logan made a small keening whine and he reached up awkwardly to grasp at his forearms. "Osc," he said, tears brimming in his eyes. Everything was still so much. He was still somewhat riding the edges of his orgasm, but he could definitely feel the beginning of oversensitivity and overstimulation creeping in.
"Just a little longer," came Oscar's response. "So good for me, love. Just let me—" And then he was letting out a guttural groan. His hips stuttered a few times before stilling and Logan felt weirdly like Oscar was spilling into him. It was hot, but then again, his insides had kind of felt super heated since Oscar sank into him.
They stayed like that for a moment, both panting as they tried to catch their breaths.
"Fuck," Logan said emphatically, which caused Oscar to chuckle tiredly. Logan groaned a little as the movement jostled Oscar's softening length inside of him.
Oscar carefully moved Logan's legs until they were once more lying on the bed. Logan winced at the movement, biting his lip to hold back the whine building in his chest.
Now that he was mostly down from the high, he was beginning to feel pretty gross. He still had Oscar's mostly soft cock in him and he could feel the way that lube and Oscar's cum were beginning to leak out of him. He was sweaty, and his own slightly watery jizz was streaked all along his torso. There were tears and drool all over his face, and he could definitely feel the drying spit on his neck where Oscar had latched onto him.
It wasn't just that though. There was a stiffness to his limbs. His hips didn't exactly feel great — they had been held in a pretty deep stretch while bearing Oscar's weight for a while. His hole was sore too; his insides feeling rather pummeled all the way to his navel despite Oscar mostly being rather gentle. He could feel how the muscles in his body were strained from all the writhing he'd done. His hands in particular were starting to ache after being clenched so tightly for so long.
It wasn't like a flare up, but Logan wasn't exactly confident in his ability to move after this. That sucked because he wanted nothing more than a shower and he really doubted his legs would hold him up at the moment.
Oscar breathed out heavily before slowly easing himself out. Logan couldn't stop the whimper that clawed itself out of his chest at the feeling. His hole was gaping and empty. It had begun to hurt, having Oscar still inside, but it felt wrong for Oscar to leave.
Oscar carefully eased himself down beside Logan, gently pulling him close to shave his warmth. Oscar was like a furnace.
"How was it? Everything you'd dreamed of?"
Logan snorted softly, letting himself be moved around like a rag doll, determined to ignore how gross he felt so that he could bask in the afterglow.
"Well, I definitely like bottoming better," he quipped. "Don't get me wrong, Osc. Your ass is amazing, but your dick game? Wow."
Oscar laughed, smiling wide enough to show his bunny teeth that Logan was so fond of. "Well, I can't exactly say that I don't like that position better," he said good-naturedly.
Logan smiled at him. "Good! So you'll fuck me more often?"
"You're such a pillow princess," Oscar fake grumbled as if he hadn't been the one to engineer that situation. "But yes. That can be arranged."
"Hurray!"
"How do you feel, love?" Oscar asked, a bit more seriousness creeping into his tone.
Logan winced a bit. "Sore," he admitted. He didn't want to lie to Oscar. He never wanted to lie to Oscar. He knew the truth would freak him out — it was the whole reason they'd never fucked like this before — but it was just one of the realities of his body. Logan wasn't built right even before the crash. No matter how gentle Oscar was, he was inevitably going to hurt. He hurt for no reason all the time. He had to deal with that anyways. Why not at least feel good beforehand?
The closeness he'd felt with Oscar inside him was unparalleled. In the moment, he'd wanted nothing more than to exist like that forever.
It was kind of like racing. He loved it. It was his life. It still hurt him immensely. That was just… how it was for him.
"Sore like after you fuck me or more like a flare up?" Oscar asked, leaning his weight on his elbow so that he could look at Logan's face.
Logan glanced away. "I'm not exactly confident that I'll be able to move?" he said tentatively. "Walking is almost definitely out."
Oscar looked concerned. "Lo—"
"It's okay," Logan hurried to say. "I loved it, really. This is… just how my body is."
Oscar still looked worried, but he seemed content to bite his tongue for the time being.
"I'll carry you to the shower and then we can rinse off and clean you out on the floor," he said decisively. "Then you'll soak in a bath and I'll change the sheets. Put in the laundry. When you're done soaking, we'll cuddle in bed, alright?"
Logan bit his lip, looking up to make eye contact with Oscar. His boyfriend's sweet brown eyes shone with so much concern and love it made Logan's throat tighten.
"I love you," he said.
Oscar smiled softly at him, reaching up with his free hand to brush Logan's hair away from his sweaty forehead.
"I love you too."