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Looking over, there was an almost pleasant surprised look on Logan's face when he saw who it was that was walking up next to him. Perhaps it had been later than he anticipated with how dark it was, but the man did really enjoy his fireside reading so this wasn't the first time it happened. "That's true, this has been your favorite and possibly only pole you've had in you since we've met, though I could be having some fuzzy memories about the kids in particular." He smiled, leaning over and kissing his husband's cheek just as the man started to play with his cock.
"Is it really that late? I'm sorry, I probably left my phone back in the room and lost track of time. I'm usually better about setting an alarm to remember to go home." He spread his legs wider, giving Ryan more room to play with him as he wanted while putting the book down on the table next to him. "I'm not lost, though with you here I could definitely lose more track of time than I already did." Leaning in, he claimed his man in a very slow and tender kiss, one hand cupping the back of Ryan's head to hold him steady while the other rested on his own chest.
Ryan smiled as he continued to approach the fire pit from behind the man's seat. He'd been at their home talking to their sons when he'd realized how late it had got and began to wonder where his husband had got too. He'd half hoped to walk up on the man inside some twink rearranging the poor thing's guts.
He came up and knelt at the back of the chair and placed a loving kiss to the man's exposed neck. He only had a blue hoodie on, one that he was often seen sporting, it was long and baggy enough that it just about began to cover the man's crotch. "Darling, if anyone knows about that cock and its antics its me - I've been nursing the damn thing since I was eighteen." Ryan moved a hand down and casually took his husband's length in his hand and gave it lazy strokes, "I thought you'd got lost."
"Were you really that afraid of it my love, or was it more of a surprise because of how much bigger it was than anything else you'd seen?" Logan knew he was larger than average, though having been on and off the island most of his adult life, those "averages" were more skewed towards the larger end. It was why he hadn't thought much of himself until Ryan called it out. "I did my best to work you open until I could just slide on in. Don't you remember that? Me eating your ass for half an hour straight, prying you open with tongue and finger alike? If memory serves, I think that was the first night you lost control of yourself, no?" He gave a knowing smile.
The hand on his cock was faster, firmer and intentional, and Logan's cock reciprocated by growing to full length and throbbing noticeably in Ryan's palm. "I'm sure the kids will find us sooner rather than later. You know them: they hate sleeping in the house without us being close." Nipping at his husband's lip between the kiss, he breathed gently against the other's lips, slowly reaching down to pull Ryan closer and onto his lap. "Baby, I think I'm about to fuck you."
Ryan met his husband's smile, even after all these long years he had never bored at seeing the man. He was looking over the pole in question, watching how it began to grow in his hand - feeling the warmth of it, "For sure my favourite. I can still remember the first time I saw it - remember me almost in tears thinking it was going to split me?" He laughed at the memory of that stupid eighteen year old who even then was dumbfounded by Logan.
He shook his head and made a "Shhhh," sound, "You're good babe - just the kids hadn't seen you for a few hours so I thought I'd come check." By now his hand wasn't giving just playful strokes, perhaps it was the scent of the man or the memory of their first night together but he was getting needier and his jerks faster. "Oh I'm down to loose a few hours here ... we'll have the kids looking for us by morning." Ryan accepted the kiss with a whine, a slow, open-mouthed kiss. His own cock sprung hard and free from the oversized hoodie as he came to take his cock in his free hand.
Smiling at that words his husband said, they weren't anything Logan didn't already know at the time but things he never minded hearing from the man. "Baby, it was a pleasure to be so many of your firsts, even now. You know I can get a little territorial of you especially when you remind me of just how 'mine' you've been for so long." It was a light tease as his husband shifted closer, hands roaming over the bare skin as the man's body came more into display for him. He moved his hands up, removing that blue hoodie just to have that impeccable abdomen and chest on display for him too before leaning in, claiming skin for his own with a few kisses and nips while rutting back against the ass now against him.
"I loved every bit of what I made you do, and still make you do baby boy." He cooed out as his hands just roamed over his husband's body, his husband. Possessiveness might've been one of his faults, but it was something Logan never really minded being with how easily he got to do it for his family. "But yes, I promise. But that's a good question." He kissed his way up Ryan's body to find the other's lips, fat cock throbbing between those thick cheeks and rutting against him while holding Ryan down by his hips on his lap. "I think I want my first load ridden out of me so I can stare up at how beautiful my boy is on my lap. After that," his hand came up to stroke along Ryan's cheek. "After that I'm gonna fuck you by the fire in the mud until you cry so good for me. I'm gonna test your flexibility and see if I can't make you make a mess all over again."
"A little yeah ... babe, I'd slept with like two guys at most before you and even they were just sucking them off and fingering and shit ... you were the first for me in so many fucking ways." He nodded, he could still remember how the room looked - the wallpaper, the design of the bed-sheets, the way the man's hair looked back then ... everything. That night probably was the most influential in his life. "Fuck yeah I do. I think I came like three times before your cock got anywhere near my virgin hole." He came in and placed another tender kiss to his husband's lips, "You took the best care of me ... and yes," he blushed, "I may have come undone many ways that night, but you loved that."
It was so little effort for Ryan to slide up into Logan's lap. The fire-side chair gave a little creak as their combined weights sat upon it for the first time. "Promise?" Ryan rocked himself, hands up on Logan's shoulders as he rocked his thick ass against the hardening cock, letting it slip and slide between his cheeks.
"And how is Daddy fucking his boy tonight? Like this? Or you fucking me in the mud like a cheap whore?"
@godsdefied asked: every time i try to be normal, i mess it up. / mutant sam 4 ryan
" No baby- " Hands take hers in his, fingers swallowing up her dainty digits. It hurts him whenever she speaks of herself like that... The woman he loves more than life itself, someone he never saw as a freak and would never even dare to address her as a mutie. Where she saw flaw, he saw perfection.
" No, you're perfect. Who fuckin' cares what every body else thinks, yeah ?? You got me- " Really he wasn't all that great. " The only opinion that should matter t'you is mine, and I think you're perfect in every fuckin' way. " God, he wished he could just fix it all for her- not the mutant abilities, no, the thoughts she had of herself, for he thinks so highly of her.
Of course he's disappointed. It had been too late for Ryan in his older age, he feels. Give up on him, Samara, he's a lost cause. Get out while you still can... while you're still young. Ryan loved her more than he loved himself, and maybe this is for the best. As much as he is SELFISH... maybe it was for the best. No, it was for the best. However, he wont admit to that. His ego is too fragile for it.
Chest rises, inhaling through his nose as he stares at her. Fists clench, unclench, the ball up once more. The nails bite into the palms of his flesh, leaving half moon marks, reddened from the pressure. Fuck, he never though this would happen. He's kicking himself for willingly giving her those drugs, he should have HELD BACK... he should have questioned it all. But he didn't.
" But it has to be. " Towel is pressed to his lip again, sopping up the flowing blood. He looks away, arms folding over his chest. " Get the fuck out and get your shit on Sunday. I'll be at the clubhouse all day then. "
she's swallowing around nothing & blue eyes don't peer up anymore. hand is pressed to her lips as if that was enough to take her words back — it's not. wave after wave of nausea wracks through her body & the guilt eating away at her makes her want to dive headfirst back into the drugs. the thought crosses her mind that maybe she could help him get sober too, if she willed it to be so. but deep down she knows: you can't force someone to get help if they don't want it. she feels like she's gonna hyperventilate & her head spins despite standing perfectly still.
❛ i wish it didn't have to be like this. ❜ the words are choked out in a broken sob, & the floodgates break. tears fall freely down her cheeks as she holds her face in her hands. she understands now why she'd been such a bitter disappointment to her family. the only solace she can seem to find is knowing she hates herself more than ryan ever could. ❛ i never should've lied to you. ❜
@thehollyverse, continued from x.