Page 29 of Spilled Coffee

He kneeled down on the edge of the bed, then leaned forward, warm skin meeting warm skin in a connection that went beyond mere touch. He lowered his weight, slow and deliberate, their bodies grinding together with an intense friction that made Ethan gasp out loud. This wasn’t like beingwith a woman. There were no soft curves, no yielding give, just Logan’s solid, muscular frame, a forceful press that pinned him.

His nipples hardened, sending ribbons of pleasure spiraling through his body. “Holy shit…” he moaned, loud and needy, head tilting back into the pillows.

Logan smirked, then using his strength he flipped Ethan face-down, the bed rocking as he kneaded his ass. His powerful hands worked the muscle with confidence, rough yet tender strokes over his cheeks, then down his thighs.

The pressure felt incredible, and Ethan melted into it, groaning softly.

Logan grabbed the lube, snapping the cap with a flick before he squeezed. The cool, creamy liquid trickled between Ethan’s cheeks, making him clench reflexively. Logan then leaned in, dropping firm kisses along his shoulders, lips trailing down his spine. Each kiss felt like a brand, a silent pledge against taut skin.

He lingered at the base of his spine, breath hot, then straightened, fingers dipping into the crevice. “Relax,” he murmured, smiling as he massaged the oil in, working it deep between Ethan’s cheeks, then inside. Slow and probing.

“Ahhh…” Ethan groaned, a muddle of pleasure and surprise, as one of Logan’s fingers breached him.

Then it stopped, and Ethan twisted with a frown, glancing over his shoulder. “Don’t stop?—”

“Just wait.” Logan laughed as he ripped open the box and pulled out the navy-blue plug. “Woah, you were eager.” He smirked, eyeing its size. “Definitely a step up.”

“You know…” Ethan swallowed, nerves fluttering. “I’m still up for skipping this part, if you just want to…” He met Logan’s gaze, earnest. “I’m ready for it.”

“I know,” Logan said, his smile softening as he stared at Ethan sprawled naked, ass up, skin flushed. Fuck, did he wantit? He wanted to claim him completely, to cross that final threshold. But he couldn’t, not yet. “No time today. When we do it, I want to stay after, not bolt and I gotta meet Jess.”

He rubbed Ethan’s ass gently, hand wandering the smooth curves of his hips. “Soon, though. Once she’s gone, we’ll make time. Just be patient.”

Ethan nodded, disappointment stinging, but he got it. “Okay,” he sighed, face-down. His cock was straining beneath him, leaking onto the sheets. “It’s fine. I get it.”

“Now, just relax…” Logan’s grin turned wicked. “I want to make this good, for both of us.”

His fingers probed again, and as Ethan squirmed, the wet patch beneath him grew, the evidence of his arousal soaking the sheets as Logan’s touch stoked his need. “Mmm…” he moaned, “That feels so good.”

Logan thrust deeper, one finger, then two, firm but gentle, a full pressure that stretched Ethan open.

“Holy hell…” he groaned, straining against the sheets as Logan’s fingers found his most sensitive spot. “Fuck…” He writhed, the intensity overwhelming, hips bucking as Logan pinned him down and dripped more lube between his cheeks.

He positioned the toy carefully, one hand holding Ethan open, as he pressed it firmly against his entrance.

“Aahhh…” Ethan cried, his muscles tensing, body thrashing against the intrusion as it slid in. It was larger, and definitely thicker than the last one, and that sharp stretch stole his breath.

“Relax,” Logan soothed, massaging Ethan’s back with firm strokes, easing the tension until the toy nestled into place.

“Mmm… I… I love this. I—” Ethan unclenched, sinking into the bed, the world blurring as his body unraveled like a spool of thread.

He forgot what he was going to say as Logan kissed the cheeks of his ass with a surprising tenderness. It was a moment of intimacy before he rubbed his own hardness between them.

Skin touching skin, a groan rumbled from his throat low and gravelly as his cock throbbed. He then flipped Ethan onto his back and eased his legs wider, standing between them as he guided Ethan’s hand to his cock. “Make me cum.”

Ethan sat up and tugged at Logan’s hardness, fast and furious as his hips thrust into his grip.

“Fuck yeah…” Logan closed his eyes, lost in the moment.

The bedroom was awash with mixed scents, a potent blend of sweat and desire. Logan’s hand roamed up Ethan’s thigh, urging him on. “Fuck… I’m gonna cum soon,” he panted, breathless.

Ethan felt it, Logan’s cock pulsing. His own twitched, the toy pressing on the sensitive spot, intensifying every stroke.

Silence settled for a moment, then a long groan shattered it.

Logan’s warm release splashed across Ethan’s chest and stomach. “Shit…” he shuddered, climax ripping through him, muscles spasming before he sighed, then slumped with relief. “Now let me watch you.”

“You’re not gonna do it?” Ethan frowned, frustration flaring. He’d been holding back, craving Logan’s touch to push him over the edge.

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