Logan can't deny Virgil much, he's soft for him, a sap. He'd bend over backwards, and many other ways, to give Virgil what he wants. And he takes what he wants with both hands. Like now. Virgil's hands are at his hips, bruising, cock buried deep inside of him as he waits for Logan to adjust, very unused to bottoming but would do anything for Virgil. And Virgil starts moving, slow and hesitant, unused to topping himself. But Logan gasps and moans, and that's all he needs to go that little bit quicker and deeper until he has Logan begging.
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Sanders Sides Drabbles
FanfictionA collection of drabbles about the Sanders Sides. More NSFW than not.
