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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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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.