The swears are muffled in the sheets as Deceit grasps for something. Logan's hands are on his hips, nails barely digging in but mostly keeping him still and steady.
"That's it, baby, relax," Logan utters, soft and gentle but also teasing a little.
And the thick head of the fake cock presses into his hole in a steady slide until Logan's hips are flush with his ass.
"Shit," Deceit breathes out, thighs twitching, so unused to this position and being the bottom.
"Feels good?" Logan asks, pulling out before thrusting back in, "do you like when I fuck you, baby?"
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Sanders Sides Drabbles #4
Fiksi PenggemarThe fourth installment of mostly smutty drabbles for Sanders Sides. Find the previous parts on my profile.
