He brought two of his fingers to his mouth and sucked them between his lips, making sure he was loud enough that Logan heard the sound in the quiet condominium. He knew it had reached him when a throaty moan left the man in front of him and Logan pushed back against him.

Pulling his fingers free, Tate taunted him, “You want that, huh?”

“Fuck you, Tate.”

Tate used all of his strength and pushed against Logan until his arms gave way and he had him back with his cheek against the wall.

“Actually, I’m gonna fuck you if you don’t mind.”

Logan tried to move against him, but Tate was determined and held him in place.

“You sure about that? All I hear is a lot of talk.”

Tate chuckled in his ear and brought his wet finger down to the line of Logan’s ass. With unerring accuracy, he found his hole. Logan’s ass cheeks tensed, and Tate bit his ear.

“I’m sure. And you’re gonna love every fucking second.”

He felt Logan’s entire body tremble against him.

“Want it hard, Logan? Or want me to—”

“Hard.”

Tate felt a thrill race up his spine as he pushed his finger inside Logan with no more warning.

“Christ,” Logan hissed, and Tate rubbed his dripping cock over Logan’s rounded ass cheek.

“You’re so fucking tight.”

“So are you,” Logan told him, his voice ragged.

“Only you would know,” Tate murmured and pulled his finger out.

“I love that you let me in—all of you.”

He could hear Logan’s breathing get faster as he told him, “Don’t move.”

Then he disappeared out of sight.

* * *

Like he was going any-fucking-where.

Logan watched out of the corner of his eye as Tate disappeared from sight, and when he felt two hands on his ass pulling him apart, he couldn’t believe what was about to happen.

He closed his eyes when he felt first Tate’s hair on the skin of his cheek, then his nose, right before—hell fucking yes—a warm, wet tongue moving across his eager hole. Logan grunted and pushed his hips back, and Tate dug his fingers in and once again widened him to lap at the shadowy cleft with the tip of his tongue.

Tate had played around with him a couple of times when it came to rimming. A few quick flicks of his tongue here and there, but right now, as he knelt behind him and spread him apart, Tate was not playing around.

When the tip of his tongue entered him, Logan had to reach down and clench a tight fist around his cock. He was so close to coming from the feel of Tate’s tongue in his ass, but he knew there was more to come, so there was no way he was going to ruin that by exploding all over the wall early.

Tate’s mouth left him, and a low cry escaped him until the fingers from earlier were back and sliding inside him.

“Ahh.”

A low fucking growl came out of Tate and just about had him begging until strong teeth found his ass cheek and were sinking in. Logan tried to catch his breath, but it was coming in rapid pants now as Tate soothed the bite with kisses and scissored his fingers inside of him. Tate had been paying attention, and hell if that didn’t turn him on even more.

When that dexterous tongue tickled the top of his crack, Logan reached back with one hand and held himself open for him.

There is that fucking sound again.

It was somewhere between a hum and a groan, and coming from Tate, it was sexy as hell. It sounded like he was about to attack at any moment, and he did. His mouth moved closer, and as he pulled his fingers free, he leaned forward and tongued the spot before he pushed them back inside.

Logan felt his eyes roll to the back of his head, and he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Now, Tate. Now.”

Fingers and tongue left his body, and as he stood there with one arm braced against the wall, the other wrapped firmly around the base of his cock. He heard some tearing sounds and a bottle and knew Tate was rolling on the condom and lubing up.

He counted back from fifty, trying to get ahold of himself. Then Tate was behind him and the head of his cock was pushing for entry. Again, he felt Tate push his shirt up to his shoulders, and then warm lips touched the top of his spine as his voice filled the air.

“You’re unbelievably sexy, and I’m so fucking lucky to be the one who has you.”

Before Logan could respond, Tate drove his cock inside him in one hard thrust.

* * *

The sound that left Logan as he penetrated him made Tate crazy.

It was a hoarse cry of fulfillment, and as Tate stilled inside him, he felt one of Logan’s hands come down to grab the side of his thigh. He let go of Logan’s shirt and gripped his shoulder, pulling him up straight and pushing even deeper.

“Yeah…Tate. Damn.”

Tate could feel the back of Logan’s thighs against the front of his own, and his ass was now firmly seated against his groin. Wrapping an arm around Logan’s neck, he kissed his ear and whispered, “You like that?”

He didn’t wait for an answer as Logan’s fingers gripped his thigh harder. He just pulled slowly out and then powered home again.

Logan’s head fell back onto his shoulder, and he reached down to grip his cock. Tate kissed the side of his neck and smiled against the curve where it met his shoulder, exactly where his work shirt would cover. Then he started to suck.

He felt Logan’s hips begin to move and pull off his cock, and when he slammed back, taking him inside again, Tate held his hips and let him go.

Oh hell yes. Fuck yourself on me while I leave my mark.

He stumbled slightly from the strength of Logan’s thrusts, and suddenly Tate had a thought. “Stop.”

Instantly, Logan’s entire body froze.

Tate slowly pulled free of him and moved to the opposite wall. When Logan looked over his shoulder, Tate raised an arm and crooked a finger. He smirked as Logan kicked the pants off his ankle and walked across the space.

When he stopped in front of him, Tate instructed, “Turn around.”

Logan narrowed his eyes at the bossy command but did it anyway. Without waiting, Tate grabbed his hips and pulled him back.

“Now you can fuck my cock like you can’t get enough and I won’t fall over.”

“Your mouth is filthy tonight.”

Tate penetrated him with one smooth thrust and bit his shoulder. “Yes it is, and you fucking love it.”

“God, that’s the truth.”

Tate splayed his hands on either side of Logan’s hips and rocked forward off the wall.

“Yes…”

“So come on, Logan. Use me to get off.”

* * *

Logan braced his legs and twisted his upper body to put a hand on the wall behind Tate.

Tate had a firm hold on his hips and was pistoning his cock in and out of him with more speed now that he had the support of the wall behind him. His brown eyes were locked on him, and every time he bottomed out, he grunted in a way that made Logan want to come.

Logan raised his hand and spat in it so he could madly continue stroking his cock as he fucked himself on Tate’s stiff erection.

“Jesus.”

Nothing felt as good as when Tate took him over. It was like he always knew what he needed, and right now, he needed hard and brain numbing.

He had to turn away from the gorgeous face staring back at him because it was all becoming too much, and when Tate’s lips landed on his back and his hand came around to help him stroke his cock, Logan shut his eyes and shouted out his name.

The climax raced down and grabbed a tight hold of his balls as he came in a fury. But Tate wasn’t done with him, and as he rubbed their sticky hands together, he pulled out of him, turned him around, and slammed his back up against the wall.

“Fuck, Logan,” he growled in that same voice from earlier. “Get on your knees and take your shirt off. I want to look at you when I come.”

No problem, he thought and took off his shirt while Tate removed the condom. He was having trouble staying on his feet anyway, and as Tate started masturbating with a slick handful of his come, Logan watched mesmerized.