Virgil knows his mouth is slack, drooling a little, as he gazes up at Logan, entranced at the way his boyfriend rides him, hands pinned to his chest, thighs either side of his hips to keep him firmly against the bed.
Logan lets out a strained sort of noise, back straightening, nails digging into Virgil's chest, and Virgil can't help whimpering at the pain, his cock twitching inside of his lover.
And Logan's eyes stare into his own, daring, challenging, and Virgil cries, not daring to buck his hips regardless of how close he is, he wants to be good.
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Sanders Sides Drabbles #3
FanfictionA collection of drabbles about the Sanders Sides. More NSFW than not. Part one: https://www.wattpad.com/530151779-sanders-sides-drabbles-hot-and-bothered-lamp Part two: https://www.wattpad.com/618830884-sanders-sides-drabbles-2-impatient-logince
