logicality stories

Dreams

Requested by one of my friends. Requested this. They asked for me to not show there user because they are 'inocennt' so I will respect that.

WARNING: Smut.

Patton's POV

"Mmmm, A-aah~"

I was woken up by figurous groans.

I yawned and looked at the time. It was 3:34 at night. I turned over to only realise.

Logan was in my bed. His breath was heavy, his tummy was raising up and down rapidly.

He snuggled into me. His bum was wiggling against my manhood. I blushed very fastly and tried to back away so I could get back to sleep, i obviously failed sadly.

"Ahh, D-daddy. Please." Logan moaned as he wiggled his ass more. He pushed his body closer to mine. I groaned. I now realised I was semi-hard. I was a little bit angry now.

I shook Logan awake figuratively.

"Woah, Salutations. Why am i in your bed?" He asked. Reaching for his glasses.

"The real question is, why where you moaning?"

His head tucked in as he realised he felt small. He blushed a dark red.

"N-no I wasnt."

"Dont lie, you know that you where. Who is Daddy huh?" I asked

"I-Its was no one."

"Was the dream possibly about me? What were you thinking of me huh? I bet it was very dirty." I said as I leaned my head over to Logan's ear. He kept denying it.

"Is this what your dream was about." I whispered in his ear. I let my hand travel through the sheets and on his ass. His breathing hitched up. I rubbed his back end  and whispered. "You like that?". He nodded
and swallowed a gulp in his throat. He arched his back and panted as I continued to rub his plump ass more. He slowly rocked his hips on my hand in order to get for friction. I held his hips down with my free hand.

"Be patient kiddo."

I slowly started to pull his pajama bottoms down. I went inside of his boxer's. I went to his slowly growing erection and started rubbing it. He moaned lowley. I put my hand on his mouth to shush him up.

"We can have the others hearing you? Now can we?" I said as I bit his neck.

He was arching and panting. I loved seeing him in his vunruble state. He was so easily to control when he was like this. He was so beautiful like this. He lips were pursed shut as he whined. He was gorgeous. Hickies on his neck, his back arched, his eyes screwed shut, and his face painted with pleasure.

"AYE, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN THERE?"

I'm going to remake this because it was rushed but I guess the plot they selected was very good. All you have to know is that it was one of my friends names Marriona oKay

Word Count: 455

6-20-18