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Staggering backwards, Logan growled and bit down on Donald's bottom lip. Sucking lightly on it until it was slightly swollen and puffy.

"That bother you Donald?" he asked as he caught his breath, knowing he'd pushed a button and wondering just how much harder he could press it. ...And wondering just what Donald would do if he did. "Don't you want to know what it was like? Don't you want to hear all about it? Maybe we should ask him to join in sometime. I bet he'd just love that... I know I would."

He wasn't sure what would happen next. If Donald would laugh and agree, or if he'd really lose it. Maybe he'd storm off and break things off again. Maybe he'd laugh and they'd tumble in to bed together. Or maybe, just maybe, Donald would surprise him somehow.

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Logan started to growl out something obnoxious in reply, but the words were cut off by Donald's lips, and all that came out was a muffled mess of noise as Logan thrust into the other man's hand and yanked Donald's boxers and pants down and off.

He didn't know what he wanted, he didn't have any plans or ideas. He was working totally on instinct, moving with Donald and letting the mood define their course. Endless thoughts of kinks, fetishes and scenarios ran through his mind, though he voiced none of them. Instead he moaned at his own dirty thoughts and silently wished Donald could read his mind and see all the filthy things he was imagining.

Underneath all that though, in a deeper corner of his mind, there was a much quieter thought. A tiny voice whispering that this was real. That he wasn't alone. He wasn't getting left behind.

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Donald's fingers tightened as Logan thrust upwards, toeing off his trousers and pulling the other man toward him. This wasn't a simple romp, and yet it needed to be. It needed to be everything it always was, and somehow more as well. He stopped thinking. He stopped worrying, or tried to, letting desire take over. It was the only way he'd manage, he'd not be too nervous. The only way he wouldn't make a mess of things.

He smiled when he straddled Logan's chest, reaching up to pin his arms, eyes glinting. It only took a small shift for his cock to press at Logan's lips, his hips pressing forward.

This might not have been the way. It might not have been what he should have done. But it seemed now was the time to push things he might have otherwise left.

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Logan struggled for a moment, twisting in Donald's grip and then going limp as he blinked up at the other man. Logan might have been pinned down, but he didn't feel out of control, not then, not there in that moment. Parting his lips, he dragged his tongue slowly over the tip, keeping his eyes open as long as he could, and then closing them as he lifted his head and took the head of Donald's cock between his lips.

He didn't take him very deep, and the suction was teasing at best. It was slow and defiant, and if Logan could have smirked with his mouth full, he would have.

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His eyes stayed on Logan, on his mouth, as long as they could. Donald let out a shuddering breath knowing that this could be different. He could force him to take more in, but Donald didn't want to. He held himself still as he held Logan down. A strange place to be, where they both had some control. Moaning, he shivered, his fingers digging into the skin at Logan's wrists. "God Logan. Logan."

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Logan made a small noise around the other man's cock, taking him deeper, and then deeper still. His shoulders and neck were already starting to burn from the position, but Logan didn't care. In fact, he wanted it to hurt, needed it to so he could remember what was happening. So he could remind himself that this was real. That Donald wanted him. He moaned as he tried to take a little more, but he couldn't lift his head any higher,

He groaned as he started to bob his head while he sucked.

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Then he couldn't seem to help it. Tense, he pressed forward, moving with the dips of Logan's head. It wasn't something he could manage for long, he never could with the other man's mouth on him. It was a good weakness to have, he supposed, thrusting forward and then pulling back, always amazed by this. Being here, the two of them, his thoughts unknowingly echoing Logan's.

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Blinking his eyes open again, Logan squinted slightly as he took a deep breath through his nose, taking Donald as deep as he could and holding his position until his shoulders shook and he had to pull back again. Silently, he urged the otehr man on.

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It was awkward, his spine bowed as he balanced himself with his grip on Logan's wrists. His eyes squeezed shut as he moved, thrusting harder, faster. It broke him, having this control right then, having Logan want this. When he came he shouted, pulling back but not out of his mouth. Donald held himself for a moment, the muscles in his stomach tensing before he just couldn't, collapsing beside the younger man, kissing him.

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There was still something about the taste of come that made Logan a little queasy, and yet... And yet he swallowed it, licking his lips before kissing Donald in return and pressing himself up against the other man's side.

Rubbing himself off against Donald's thigh, Logan could have come just like that, the friction and the contact enough to get him hard. It was everything else that got him going though. The way his wrists ached and the taste of Donald on his tongue. The sweat beading on the other man's brow, and the burn of his shoulders. His body ached and he rocked hard against the other man, panting as he buried his face against Donald's neck and wrapped an arm around the other man's waist.

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Shifting, Donald faced Logan, his hand glancing over his ass, pressing in at the top of his thighs. "You drive me to distraction," he murmured, his face buried in hair as he moved against Logan, the contact nearly too much this soon

His breath was sharp and fast; the sounds he made nearly whimpers. "Steal into a classroom one night," Donald had no idea why he said it, what had come over him, "alone, just us."

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Logan's breath caught at that, his body shuddering as he started to rub a little faster against Donald. He whimpered as he hid his face against warm skin, hands holding on tightly as the tips of his fingers dug into the other man's hip and shoulder.

"Shit, Donald," he managed to gasp, rocking harder and holding his breath as he came. It was over too soon, but Logan couldn't have held on any longer, not after all that had been said and done. Gasping for breath, he embraced the other man, panting hard and then lifting his head slightly to find Donald's lips with his own.

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There was a relief to it; a madness that had found them exercised by what they'd done. He laughed, a breathy, relieved sound, finding that he felt saner, more himself. Kissing Logan, his hands moved, fingers twining in hair, brushing over his neck and shoulders. "I told you. Distraction."

Of the very best sort.

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Logan laughed, the sound louder than he meant it to be as he fumbled around blindly for a towel and cleaned them both off as best he could manage.

"Stay," he said quietly. "Tonight, just... stay here, yeah?"

It was too hot for blankets, and Logan kicked them to the floor before slipping under the sheet and tugging it up to cover Donald as well.

He didn't wait for the other man to agree even, he just draped an arm around him and held on. He didn't know how early or late it was, and he didn't care. He just wanted to lay there with Donald a while longer, oblivious to the rest of the island and the people on it.