There're hands around his stomach, ever so fondly, kisses pressed to his throat, that familiar moustache tickling his skin.
"You're my little slut."
The words are whispered so fondly and gently.
"Remus for the last time that's not a term of endearment," Logan comments, settling his book down on the counter and relaxing into his boyfriend's touch.
"It is for me," Remus quips, "you are my little slut, no?"
Logan huffs, "I am."
"Exactly!"
Remus giggles, eagerly sucking hickies into Logan's pale skin, watching as Logan flushes and grips the counter until his knuckles turn white.
"I think my little slut enjoys being called a little slut," Remus teases, hands wandering to his thighs and his stomach, finally eagerly teasing at Logan's crotch.
Logan's breath hitches, going lax against Remus' chest.
"Maybe my little slut would like to be bent over the counter, stripped and needy, and bred until he's filled full of my come," Remus whispers, fingers dipping beneath Logan's pants and dipping between his wet folds.
Logan sighs, hips jerking into Remus' hand, shaking when his little cock comes into contact with his palm.
"Please, Remus," he begs, voice breathy, "stop teasing and fuck me, breed me, please."
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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.
