Logan doesn't masturbate all too often, he doesn't like the idea of being intimate with another being and he doesn't have much of a libido. So, when he finds himself awake in the middle of the night, soaking wet in his boxers and aching from such a hot, lucid dream he's more than a little shocked. He squeezes his legs closed, jolting at the small fraction of friction. He barely thinks about it, needing more, mind fogged by arousal and sleep, he shoves his teddy he secretly sleeps with between his legs. He rocks and grinds himself slowly to orgasm.
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Sanders Sides Drabbles #4
FanfictionThe fourth installment of mostly smutty drabbles for Sanders Sides. Find the previous parts on my profile.
