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He wrapped his thighs around Valen's hips and dug his heels into his lower back, urging him deeper, needing to feel all that cock buried inside him completely. Valen moaned, breaking their kiss to stare down at him. "Logan..." He pulled his hips back until his tip was the only thing left inside Logan before thrusting in again.
Logan cried out at the sudden movement, but the pleasure was so intense he couldn't help it.
"Is it good?" Valen whispered.
Was it good? It was incredible. "Yes," Logan said. "Yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard."
Valen moaned and began moving faster, driving into him harder with each stroke until Logan could no longer speak, only pant for breath as the pleasure built higher and higher inside him, burning him from the inside out.
He wanted Valen deeper, wanted all of him. He clung tightly to Valen's shoulders, trying to pull him closer, to take every inch of his lover's cock.
Valen growled softly and grabbed hold of Logan's hips, pulling them up until Logan's ass lifted off the bed entirely and Valen was able to slam into him at the perfect angle that had stars erupting behind Logan's eyelids with each thrust. His prostate throbbed with every hit, his cock leaking against his belly as his climax approached.
"Please, please, please," he chanted, desperate for release. He needed more, needed...
Valen slammed into him again and held. Logan whimpered desperately until Valen's cock swelled inside him, growing larger than it had been before, stretching his hole wider and pressing against his prostate relentlessly until Logan's vision blurred. His whole existence focused on that one point of contact, and when Valen finally moved again, his too thick cock sliding against Logan's prostate as it tugged his rim open, Logan came untouched. Pleasure crashed through his system, doubled by the pleasure of Valen's climax, pulsing hotly inside him as Valen emptied himself. Logan's cock jerked and spurted cum over his stomach as he rode out the aftershocks, gasping and clinging to his mate as Valen collapsed against him. He was shaking too, breathing harshly in Logan's ear.
After a few moments, he shifted, carefully slipping out of Logan's body before rolling them both onto their sides so they lay facing each other, foreheads almost touching. "How was that? Good enough without the tentacles?"
Logan gave a shaky laugh. His brain felt fuzzy around the edges, his mind still buzzing in the afterglow of their shared release. "I like the tentacles," he said. "But they're just a kink. This was... something else." He traced his fingers over the softskin of Valen's cheek and smiled contentedly. "I like you like this."
Valen smiled back at him. "So no more tentacles?"
Logan chuckled and shook his head. "I didn't say that."
Valen pulled him against his chest and gave him another brief kiss. "I can be anything for you, any time. Any fantasy of yours, I'm happy to fulfill."
Logan sighed happily, relaxing against his mate. "You're already doing that."
"By lying in bed with you?"
"By being you," Logan corrected. "By being here with me on Christmas, by..." Logan licked his lips and gazed up at Valen. "By loving me."
"I do love you." Valen stroked his hand down Logan's back tenderly. "More than anything."
Logan nuzzled closer, feeling warm and sated and happy in a way he'd thought he'd never be again. "I love you too." He kissed Valen's skin. "Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas." Valen tightened his arms around him, and they remained like that for a very long time, lost in each other, having a very merry Christmas indeed.
Logan cried out at the sudden movement, but the pleasure was so intense he couldn't help it.
"Is it good?" Valen whispered.
Was it good? It was incredible. "Yes," Logan said. "Yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard."
Valen moaned and began moving faster, driving into him harder with each stroke until Logan could no longer speak, only pant for breath as the pleasure built higher and higher inside him, burning him from the inside out.
He wanted Valen deeper, wanted all of him. He clung tightly to Valen's shoulders, trying to pull him closer, to take every inch of his lover's cock.
Valen growled softly and grabbed hold of Logan's hips, pulling them up until Logan's ass lifted off the bed entirely and Valen was able to slam into him at the perfect angle that had stars erupting behind Logan's eyelids with each thrust. His prostate throbbed with every hit, his cock leaking against his belly as his climax approached.
"Please, please, please," he chanted, desperate for release. He needed more, needed...
Valen slammed into him again and held. Logan whimpered desperately until Valen's cock swelled inside him, growing larger than it had been before, stretching his hole wider and pressing against his prostate relentlessly until Logan's vision blurred. His whole existence focused on that one point of contact, and when Valen finally moved again, his too thick cock sliding against Logan's prostate as it tugged his rim open, Logan came untouched. Pleasure crashed through his system, doubled by the pleasure of Valen's climax, pulsing hotly inside him as Valen emptied himself. Logan's cock jerked and spurted cum over his stomach as he rode out the aftershocks, gasping and clinging to his mate as Valen collapsed against him. He was shaking too, breathing harshly in Logan's ear.
After a few moments, he shifted, carefully slipping out of Logan's body before rolling them both onto their sides so they lay facing each other, foreheads almost touching. "How was that? Good enough without the tentacles?"
Logan gave a shaky laugh. His brain felt fuzzy around the edges, his mind still buzzing in the afterglow of their shared release. "I like the tentacles," he said. "But they're just a kink. This was... something else." He traced his fingers over the softskin of Valen's cheek and smiled contentedly. "I like you like this."
Valen smiled back at him. "So no more tentacles?"
Logan chuckled and shook his head. "I didn't say that."
Valen pulled him against his chest and gave him another brief kiss. "I can be anything for you, any time. Any fantasy of yours, I'm happy to fulfill."
Logan sighed happily, relaxing against his mate. "You're already doing that."
"By lying in bed with you?"
"By being you," Logan corrected. "By being here with me on Christmas, by..." Logan licked his lips and gazed up at Valen. "By loving me."
"I do love you." Valen stroked his hand down Logan's back tenderly. "More than anything."
Logan nuzzled closer, feeling warm and sated and happy in a way he'd thought he'd never be again. "I love you too." He kissed Valen's skin. "Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas." Valen tightened his arms around him, and they remained like that for a very long time, lost in each other, having a very merry Christmas indeed.