echolls_cursed | Vampire AU Prequel

Joe was used to this voice, he'd heard it before and not just from Logan, the promise of sweetness barely covering the suggestion of pain and he didn't mind. He wanted it. "Do it," he encouraged, winching only slightly as Logan pushed into him hard. "Fucking do it."

Joe felt so good. So hot and tight and... fuck. Good. He felt good, and Logan sank deep inside him before pulling out and slamming back in hard, building a slow but rough pace.

Lifting his hand, Joe's fingers curled around Logan's arm, holding onto him tightly. "Fuck," he growled, low and deep in his throat, his body slowly relaxing around Logan's cock, even as he felt filled entirely. "Jesus Christ..."

Leaning forward, Logan was practically bending Joe in half as his hips moved faster, slamming hard into Joe with a groan that echoed off the bedroom walls.

Joe's fingers pressed hard into Logan's arm, squeezing him, holding onto him as he was fucked. His leg hooked around Logan tightly, his heel digging into his back, letting Logan just take him as he moaned and pushed up against him hopefully.

Smacking Joe's hand away, Logan grabbed the other man's wrists and pinned them down against the mattress. He thrust as hard as he could, not letting up even when the force of it made his own body ache, and he shifted a little as he changed the angle, pushing in deeper and flashing his teeth.

"Is it good, Joe? Does it hurt?"

"Harder," Joe managed to growl, although it did hurt. Logan could likely see it in his eyes, the occasional flash of pain, the cringing every time he felt his body stretching uncomfortably. "Fuck, Logan..."

Logan was happy to comply, thrusting into Joe as hard as he could, his nails digging into the tender skin of Joe's wrists. "Jesus... fuck," he groaned, pulling out all the way before roughly slamming into Joe again, and again.

Joe fought against Logan's hold on his wrists, but not hard enough to break them. He wanted to be pinned down, he wanted that feeling and he groaned low in his throat, turning his head against the pillow. His entire body ached, but that didn't stop him from taking it.

Transferring his hold on the other man's wrists to one hand, Logan reached down and started to pull Joe off. He didn't stop though, he was still thrusting hard, groaning and pushing as hard as he could as he fought his own pleasure.

He needed Joe to come first. He needed to see it.

"Fuck," Joe growled softly, pushing into Logan's hand, his entire body shaking as he moved. He tried to relax, tried to hold off longer, but he wasn't going to last for very long, not when he'd just woken up. "Jesus Christ, this feels fucking great..."

Logan hummed his agreement, pulling Joe off faster in time with his thrusts.
"Wanna see you come, Joe," he groaned. "Come on, Joe... Want you to."

Joe was close and hearing those words from Logan pulled another low moan from him, his eyes closing as he moved wantonly on the bed. "Fuck," he ground out, his hands clenching, fingers working in and out of a fist, even as Logan held onto him.

"Fuck... motherfucker," he moaned and then he was there, muscles tight all along his back and his legs, crashing over the edge. "Fuck."

Letting go of Joe's hands, Logan thrust only twice more before pulling out with a groan, watching as he came right on Joe's stomach.

He wobbled a little after that, arms and legs sore as he crumpled onto the bed beside his sire, grabbing the blankets and wrapping himself up in them. "I like waking up," he said simply, even though he looked ready to go right back to sleep.

Joe laughed breathlessly, his body still shaking with aftershocks, the pleasure still rushing through him. "You're hogging the blankets," he pointed out, reaching over and using the corner of one to clean off his stomach, then rolled over as well, pushing up against Logan's side.

"They're my blankets," Logan pointed out, though he didn't stop Joe from taking some. In fact, he might have even pushed some Joe's way when he came closer.

"Yeah, but I'm your guest," Joe replied, pulling some of the blankets over his body, his voice low, his lips brushing against his ear.

Logan seemed to go a little limp when Joe spoke softly to him, relaxing and curling up a little closer.

Joe's arm slid around Logan, almost like he was testing the limits curiously, his mouth still brushing against his ear. "And since I'm your guest, you should share the blankets with me."

Logan nodded slowly, his whole personality shifting under Joe's soft words and touches. He wiggled a little closer, hands touching Joe's chest and sides before he pressed up close, nuzzling the other man softly as he tried to find a little warmth between their cool dead bodies.

It was strange how Logan changed, but Joe didn't question it. It gave him a bit of insight anyway and his fingers continued to stroke over his shoulders and his back, touching his skin gently. Joe was capable of being nice, he'd always been capable of it and while being turned had changed a lot, it hadn't changed the basics of Joe's personality.

Logan lapped up the attention and the kinder, softer touches, wrapping an arm around Joe as he hid his face against the older man's neck.

"I don't want to be dead," he said quietly, body shaking just a little. "I want to be alive again."

"You can't be. Not in the same way," Joe answered honestly. He didn't feel guilty about having turned the kid, not at all, but he did feel like it was his responsibility to make him understand how he could still live.

"I hate you," Logan said, though even as the words came out he was pressing up closer against the other man, closing what little distance had been left between them.

"I'm a fucker," Joe agreed, still stroking Logan's back. It wasn't the same as it had been before he'd been turned, but it wasn't bad either. Far from it.

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