Sanders Sides Drabbles #2

Smart Casual - Analogical

Logan can't help swallowing hard. He's had a lot to think about during the court scene, mostly about how well Virgil looked in smart casual clothing, especially the tie that was so him.

So, he slowly makes his way down the stairs of the court, obviously eying up Virgil, letting the others go. Virgil's hands are on him in an instant, holding his waist, and his lips on his, hard and vicious.

"I could feel your eyes on me all the fucking time, L," Virgil utters in a dangerously low tone against his lips, and Logan swallows a whine, "you couldn't be any more obvious if you tried." With that he grinds against Logan's quickly forming hard on, lips colliding again to cover up his whines.

And Logan doesn't hesitate to grind right back, cock dragging against Virgil's thigh in sharp jerking movements out of need. Virgil's hands hold his hips still, his own hips grinding just to tease before stopping, disconnecting their lips and taking a moment to enjoy the sight of Logan all flushed and lips spit slicked.

"How about we go somewhere a little more private?" Virgil suggest, "and you can show me just how you feel."