[ stephen spends a lot of time working his hands into people’s bodies for someone who some days can’t hold a pen right. it always hurts, is the thing. but, again, a function of the city that has taken pains to break him down, the way it breaks down everyone else: when logan rocks back onto his hand he groans again, strangled around his cock, treats his prostate to an aching sweep of a caress before he follows with another spit-soaked finger. he swallows around him, draws back with a drooping trail of more spit, lets it rest briefly on the bruised bow of his mouth; he cuts his gaze up, icy and glinting. ]
Fuck. That what you want? [ his normally deep voice even deeper in his brief drunk consideration, like with the right acoustics the walls of the stall itself would rumble. ] My cock in here?
[ caressing again over the hairy furl of logan’s hole, teasing a third finger along the others, massaging him brutally inside. there’s a moment where the liquor almost makes him spit out something he might regret, actually, something about how he knew logan must have wondered when he’d first caught that scent--do you want to know how i did it, do you want to know how i fuck him--
but. manners. he’s a guest in someone else’s house, so to speak. he stretches him roughly, once and then again, and then he’s drawing his fingers out, giving logan’s prick a squeeze, and then he says, ]
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Fuck. That what you want? [ his normally deep voice even deeper in his brief drunk consideration, like with the right acoustics the walls of the stall itself would rumble. ] My cock in here?
[ caressing again over the hairy furl of logan’s hole, teasing a third finger along the others, massaging him brutally inside. there’s a moment where the liquor almost makes him spit out something he might regret, actually, something about how he knew logan must have wondered when he’d first caught that scent--do you want to know how i did it, do you want to know how i fuck him--
but. manners. he’s a guest in someone else’s house, so to speak. he stretches him roughly, once and then again, and then he’s drawing his fingers out, giving logan’s prick a squeeze, and then he says, ]
Turn around.