Perfect Places (Logince)

Dress

Logan moaned as his back hit the bed, Roman quickly climbing on top of him to claim his lips again.

"God, how are you so beautiful," Prince asked, his hands wondering all over his body.

Logan's face flushed red. "Don't rip it, I like this one."

"I won't rip it. It looks too lovely on you to be ruined." He tugged lightly at the hem of the deep blue dress and Logan got even more embarrassed.

Ever since Logan was little, he loved wearing dresses. He didn't know why, he just felt comfortable in them. Pretty. He wasn't a girl, he didn't want to be a girl, he was just a boy who liked dresses.

It was strange, but his parents were fine with it when he was four, they just thought his older sister was teasing and playing dress up with him. But then when he was seven, they put an end to it quickly and bought him suits and ties saying that those were what he was suppose to wear. He liked suits and ties too, but he still secretly liked dresses. There was one dress he really loved which used to belong to his sister, and when she couldn't fit into it, he took it. Of course, it wasn't long until it didn't fit him either, but he still wore it when he could and then kept it in his closet when he couldn't. That was an awful day when his mother found it, he had to make so much bs up to explain himself and how it was just an accident that it was in there, and he almost cried when the pretty red dress with white and gold stripes was thrown away, and not even donated to Good Will for another girl or boy to wear.

It wasn't until he was seventeen when he wore a dress again, with his friend Virgil. They were just fooling around in the mall when they found cute matching ones and decided to just try them on for fun, and Logan remember how nice it was to wear one. He remembered buying it and this time hiding it in a safer place and wearing it when he was home alone or when he was at Virgil's who was about as chill with it as anyone could ever be. He always said that people who genderize clothes are the reason the world is so fucked up. And when he met Roman and he found out, he took him out dress shopping and offered to buy whatever ones he wanted, saying he looked absolutely gorgeous in every single one he tried on.

Logan let out a soft hiss, gripping Princey's hair as the latter nipped and licked at his collarbone. "Jesus, you're just like my students."

Roman smirked and slipped his hand underneath the skirt making Logan let out a squeak-like noise. "You're no better," he purred into his ear. Logan shivered at how low and hot his voice was. "You're getting way to excited for me just touching you. We haven't even gotten undressed yet."

Logan scowled. "Then hurry up, you stupid Prince."

"No need to tell me twice, my Princess."