Virgil sleeps the sleep of the dead. It doesn't bother Logan; he enjoys cheeky cuddles before he gets up for work. But sometimes they need to get up early, much like today. He tries shaking him, calling his name, gentle kisses. Nothing. Barely a mutter of coherent words before he slips back off to sleep.
So, Logan does what he has to do. Pulling back the sheets, working down Virgil's underwear, and taking his entire soft cock into his mouth, suckling, coaxing him to hardness.
Virgil jerks awake, eyes wide, hands in Logan's hair, his cock down his boyfriend's throat.
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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.
