"Logan? Lo, love, are you okay?" Virgil voice is soft and quiet when Logan comes around, blinking up at Virgil. His hands are no long bound to the headboard, there's still come on his stomach and leaking from his hole, but Virgil is sat up beside him looking worried in that way that Logan thinks makes him look adorable. "'m fine, V," he says, flushing a little darker realising his voice sounds wrecked. "Good," Virgil whispers, hand brushing some of Logan's hair out of his face more out of fondness than anything else but Logan gladly leans into the touch.
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Sanders Sides Drabbles
FanfictionA collection of drabbles about the Sanders Sides. More NSFW than not.
