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Logan breathed hot against Oscar’s skin, holding eye contact as he applied the eyeliner to his waterline. The younger held his mouth slightly open to keep his eyes from watering. He tried not to think of how it would run later.
“Good. Now sit nice and pretty.” Logan stepped back, grazing his blue eyes over every inch of Oscar. It almost made him shiver as his gorgeous boyfriend sat back on his heels, his bare skin touching together under the short skirt. He lifted his neck to look at Logan, a sort of surrender to the situation he was in.
Logan licked his lips and stood back to admire further.
“My pretty girl. Look at you, so perfect. Ready to ruin.”
Oscar’s breath hitched as he looked back, Logan tall and hungry standing over him, still fully dressed compared to Oscar, who only wore the skirt that hit just above his ass. He hadn’t thought it would be so short on Oscar, definitely underestimating how much fuller his body had become in the few months absence. He mentally shrugged, as the skirt wouldn’t be down for long.
“Open.” Logan instructed, placing two fingers onto Oscar’s waiting tongue. His lips instinctively closed and sucked on Logan’s long, manicured fingers. He looked up into Logan’s eyes, projecting a sweet and demure look from his darkened eyes as he rolled his tongue around the older man’s knuckles. He was pornographic with that look, so desperate and wanting.
Logan withdrew his fingers, wiping some of Oscar’s spit onto his cheek gently. He kissed the younger’s head as he stepped back again, observing Oscar shift to pose for him.
“God, so perfect. I can’t wait to have that liner running down your face while you choke on my cock.”
Oscar let out a soft strangled noise, unsure whether to respond without being asked to.
“You like when I talk dirty like that? You fuck yourself on your fingers thinking of me like this?” Logan smirked, slowly undoing his zipper to his jeans. Oscar nodded obediently, biting his lip slightly.
“Tell me what you want, babygirl.” Logan put a finger under Oscar’s chin, bringing their eyes together as he unsheathed himself.
“Please let me suck your cock, Lo, please…” Oscar was breathing heavily with arousal already.
“Yeah? Tell me about it, do you want me to fuck your mouth?” Logan gave a sinister smile, pulling the words out of his beautiful partner.
“Yes, anything please.” Oscar was becoming restless and desperate, ready at the end of the bed with his tongue out slightly, just waiting for Logan to finally break the anticipation.
Logan let out a breathy laugh, running a hand through his hair. Oscar was so perfect, his pink tip visible holding up the front of his skirt. Logan relented.
He pulled Oscar closer, touching his length to the younger’s waiting tongue. He hissed at the wet contact, pressing in to Oscar’s waiting mouth. He looked up at the American with his lined eyes beginning to prick with tears as Logan touched the back of his throat.
As he slowly pulled out, Oscar pulled off to lick a stripe under the length and dot it with wet kisses. Logan made a mental note to put him in lipstick next time as he grabbed the younger’s hair, steadying him before taking his mouth again. He let Oscar struggle for a second with his nose touching his pelvis, before lazily fucking his pretty mouth.
Oscar looked up with his eyeliner beginning to run, silently begging for more. Logan held his head and pulled him harder, savoring every little noise that vibrated through his cock. He pulled Oscar back, exposing his neck as streaks of eyeliner ran down his face.
“You nice and prepped for me?” Logan asked, loosening his grip to let Oscar nod his head. He looked up desperately, spit shining on his chin and eyeliner streaking his blushing face.
“Yes, sir.” He shifted, his own pink head leaking from anticipation under his skirt.
“Show me.” Logan released him, Oscar immediately turning to bend over and present his slick hole. The obscenely short skirt over his hips framed him perfectly, just begging for Logan to use. The American whistled as he palmed his supple ass, grabbing himself at the base.
“You ready, babygirl?”
Logan drawled, just teasing the hole with his thick tip. Oscar gasped slightly, rocking back a bit to the contact.
“Yes!” Oscar’s voice was glassy, completely engulfed in his subspace. Logan sunk in slowly, drawing a high keen from the younger.
“So nice and tight, baby… So pretty” Logan leaned over to whisper to Oscar, tucking some of his hair behind his ear.
His hole fluttered around Logan in response, drawing a rumble from the American. He began to move, wrapping a hand around Oscar’s slender waist. Oscar was warm and wet around him, almost made to take Logan’s cock. He wrapped a hand around Oscar’s pale throat, holding onto him as he rammed inside.
“Lo-! Hngh!” Oscar gasped, fucking back onto Logan, his precum dripping over his skirt and hips surely bruising from his vice grip.
“Yeah, tell me how you love it.. fuck.. so perfect, Osc..” Logan was getting close, slowing his pace to avoid spilling into Oscar without warning.
“Love you.. Logan!” Oscar came hard, squeezing around Logan and coating his skirt with pearly ropes of his cum. It was the hottest thing Logan had ever seen.
“Gonna…hh.. take my cum, baby” Logan just got the words out when he felt Oscar milk his spend out of him, emptying his balls into the younger man. He panted, slowly pulling out and hiking up Oscar’s skirt to admire his work.
He collapsed next to Oscar, already completely turned to jelly on the bed. He pulled him close, kissing his stained cheeks and freckled nose.
“Was that okay?” He used his normal voice, gently pulling Oscar back. The Australian smiled sweetly, still keeping his eyes closed in bliss.
“That was great. I love dressing up for you.” Oscar purred into his chest.
“I love you, Osc.”
“I love you, Lo.”