Rimming - Analogical

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"Oh, fuck! V," Logan breathes out, nails digging into his palms as his wrists fight against his binds keeping his hands to the headboard, his own tie covering his eyes making him feels so much more than usual. Virgil's hands are on his thighs, keeping his legs up and spread for him, giving him much needed access to his now spit slicked, wet hole. Virgil isn't shy to tongue into his hole again, circling the rim for a few moments too long before pressing in, grinning as well as he can when Logan keens and aches up off the bed.

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