“I want to make another one of these.”

He felt Logan’s hands at the button of his jeans.

“Right. Here,” Logan decided as he unbuttoned and unzipped him, touching the tight skin of his lower abdomen.

“I think you need to be a little more specific.”

“You do, do you?”

Tate nodded as Logan’s hands slipped into the seat of his jeans and pushed them down his hips to pool at his knees. “Yes. I think you need to check up close and personal. Find exactly the right spot.”

Logan squeezed his ass cheeks and quietly ordered, “Lie down for me, Tate.”

He did as requested, lying down on the sheepskin rug and resting his head back against the pillow he’d put there earlier. He reached down to remove his jeans, and Logan placed a hand on his thigh.

“No.”

“No?”

Logan stood up beside him, took off his own jeans, and grabbed a second pillow before he came back down next to him. “Let me.” He gripped both sides of the denim and peeled them down his legs. Then he tugged them free from his ankles and threw them behind him.

Tate took a quick breath as Logan trailed his fingertips up his shin and knee, making his cock ache even more than it already was.

When those taunting fingers reached his hips, Logan murmured, “Lift.”

Tate lifted up, and Logan placed the pillow under him.

“Perfect.” Then Logan knelt between his thighs and demanded gently, “Bend your legs.”

The order was so similar to the one he’d given only a week ago that Tate felt a small smile tug at his lips. Oh, how the tables had turned, and he loved that about them. Each was willing to give themselves over to the other.

As he bent his legs so his feet were flat on the floor, Logan circled his erection and began to masturbate.

“I love watching you,” Tate spoke up so Logan would hear.

Logan’s eyes found his, then his tongue swiped a wet path over his top lip. “I love it when you watch me.”

Tate moved his own hand down to start stroking his cock in response.

Logan’s eyes followed and his mouth parted around a soft grunt of pleasure as he continued to work himself over.

Logan taking his pleasure was like watching the sexiest porn video Tate could imagine. It got him hard, horny, and so fucking ready to explode that nothing else was needed, and when Logan turned it all on him, Tate knew he better be ready because he was coming for him—or more likely, he’d be coming for Logan.

They watched one another for several minutes, and then Logan finally gave a smile that made Tate’s heart thump.

It wasn’t charming, and it wasn’t cocky. It was sensual, a true representation of Logan’s carnal side. He was like a sleek, sensual animal, and when he released his shaft and crawled his way up so their faces were inches apart, Tate was once again happy to be his prey.

“I’m going to spend all night inside you. Just like I said I would. But I think I’ll take my time getting there. Slow and steady,” he promised, and Tate couldn’t resist raising his head to kiss him.

He stroked the backs of his fingers down Logan’s sides, and when he shuddered, Tate realized he’d just discovered something new. “Ticklish?”

* * *

Logan didn’t answer. There was no way he was giving that information to a tease like Tate. Instead, he kissed him hard and then pulled away. When he got to his feet, Tate moved up to his elbows and Logan could see the confusion on his face.

“Where are you—”

“Condoms, lube. We need them.”

“Oh.” Tate lay back and settled his head against the pillow. “I was hoping you’d…” he trailed off and had Logan instantly curious.

“That I’d…?”

“You know…”

Logan wondered what he was trying to say. Yeah, they’d definitely come a long way in the past few days, but they still needed to be—

“Use your tongue.”

Oh, that’s what he wants. Dirty, dirty Tate.

Logan grinned thinking about what Tate wanted and then promised, “I’m going to put my tongue in every part of you. But after that,” he stroked his cock and Tate’s hips arched, shoving his own up through his fist, “I’m going to stretch you nice and slow so I can finally have you flat on your back, watching. Watching me take you.”

Tate nodded, clearly loving that idea, and when Logan spun on his toes to go and get what he needed, he heard his name. He turned back, and Tate’s heavy-lidded eyes were focused directly on him as he pleaded, “Hurry.”

Fuck. You don’t have to tell me twice. Logan practically sprinted to the bathroom. He got what they needed, and when he came back out into the living room, the sight that greeted him just about destroyed him.

Tate was still working his cock, but his eyes were closed and he had a second hand down between his legs, under his balls, rubbing the taut strip of skin that led to his hole.

Logan walked over to stand between his ankles and dropped what was in his hands on the couch, alerting Tate to his presence. When Tate’s eyes opened and spotted him, he started to remove his hand, but Logan did not want that.

“No. Don’t stop,” he told him, his voice low and strained as he watched Tate move his hand back to where it had been.

Logan got to his knees and smoothed both of his palms down the top of Tate’s bent legs from his knees to the V of his groin. He continued to stroke Tate’s thighs, first along the top, then down the outside, and finally up the inside as Tate pushed his hips up off the pillow.

“God, Logan. Do something.”

Logan curled his hands under Tate’s legs. Then, with his hands firmly behind Tate’s knees, he added enough pressure until his legs were bent back by his chest.

Tate’s eyes were wide. So was the rest of him as Logan lowered his head and swiped his tongue up the length of his cock.

“Ahh,” left Tate’s mouth, and Logan repeated the move, nosing his balls before dragging his tongue down his perineum. It wasn’t until one of Tate’s hands clamped onto the back of his head that Logan really let loose.

He stiffened his tongue and pushed it directly inside Tate’s hole, which was clenching with each wet pass. When he lifted his head to gain a position so he could use his fingers, Tate moaned as if he were disappointed that he’d stopped.

“Don’t worry. I’m not done with you yet,” he assured him. “Just getting a better position.” Logan shifted until he was stretched out on his stomach with his dick pressed against the sheepskin wool. “Keep your legs bent back in the air, just like that, okay?”

Tate said nothing as he lay on his back and grabbed his knees, holding them wide apart, just as he’d been told.

Logan kept his palms on the backs of Tate’s thighs, holding him in place, and then lowered his head back down, sucking the skin of his scrotum.

From this angle, Logan could see it all and he could get his mouth on everything. He kissed and sucked the underside of Tate’s cock down to his tightly scrunched balls. Then he raised his head to bring his fingers into play.

Tate held his legs out of the way as Logan rubbed two fingers over his pucker, and the sounds coming out of him were fucking unreal. Between the low moan and the panting breaths, Tate had him a hair trigger away from coming before he even got inside. Logan heard his own muffled growl when Tate’s fingers slid into the back of his hair to encourage him to keep going.

He moved his mouth back down between Tate’s cheeks and tongued his hole before he slowly pressed a finger inside.

Tate’s curse ricocheted around the high-vaulted ceiling and had Logan moving his finger in and out of him. He raised his eyes to see Tate frantically jerking himself, and when he added a second finger and dragged it over his prostate, stretching him, it was his name Tate chanted in a voice that was thick and full of desire.