Sebastian and Logan
Logan rarely worried about the consequences of random hookups. If mutual pleasure was to be had, how the hell could there be the possibility of hurt feelings? No one was going to fall for a stranger in an hour or less, in Logan's opinion. Maybe it wasn't a realistic view, but it's one he clung to for years and it tended to help him avoid awkward situations. He wasn't doing much thinking at all right now, because as soon as Sebastian's fingers wrapped around his cock, Logan lost all sense of coherent thought. He groaned into Sebastian's mouth, his hips pressing a bit against Sebastian's touch, eager for more. Selfishly enjoying the touch for a moment or two, Logan's hand finally worked on getting Sebastian's cock free of its own confines. It was always something of a rush, being able to get a guy this turned on. He wondered how long it would take to jerk Sebastian off. The alcohol might help prolong it, but Logan supposed he would find out. Tearing his mouth away from Sebastian's, Logan brought his hand up to lick his fingers before he curled them around Sebastian's cock again, stroking slowly at first to get the other guy worked up.
The way Logan responded to Sebastian’s touch was so incredibly hot that Sebastian couldn’t help but smile against his lips. He loved the eagerness, the way he thrust back into his hand, the instinct to fuck taking over before he could get himself back under control. There was something about being the object of those impulses that Sebastian found to be such a turn on that he didn’t mind Logan indulging for a moment or two. If things were different, if he knew Logan well enough to trust he’d return the favor, he’d have enjoyed giving him his full attention. But he was feeling a little desperate tonight and really didn’t want to find out that Logan was the sort of guy that lost interest once he got off, so he was pleased when Logan finally freed him from his jeans. That first touch tore a low groan from him and he watched with dark, half-lidded eyes as Logan licked his hand. “Shit,” he muttered as Logan’s hand wrapped around him and this time it was him struggling not to move his hips. He did the same to slick up his hand, knowing how much better it felt, but beyond that it was hard to think beyond jerking Logan off and that was just fine by him.
It was probably smart of Sebastian to make sure this was a mutually pleasurable experience. Not that Logan had any plans of ditching out if he got off first, but his moods shifted so abruptly so often he could never really predict what he might want to do once that surge of good feelings faded away. Right now he was just too caught up in everything to even thinking about what might happen after. Sebastian's hand felt amazing and as much as Logan loved fucking women too, there was something about a dude's hand on his dick, jerking him in just the right way, with just the right kind of pressure. It made sense, given that guys knew what made them feel good, so of course they would use that knowledge on another guy. He was breathing too hard to keep kissing Sebastian, so he pressed their foreheads together, his groans growing louder in the darkened room. Sliding his hand up Sebastian's cock, Logan swiped his thumb over the head, smearing the pre-cum he felt there.
The touch to the head of Sebastian’s cock made him shiver and moan, his hips pressing into Logan’s hand as his own touch faltered, but only for a second. It was hard to focus on anything but Logan’s touch, but he kept his hand moving, as if getting Logan off would get him there too. He teased the crown as Logan had, then slid his hand back down the shaft, finding a faster rhythm that he knew he liked on himself. He hadn’t done this often enough, or with enough other guys, to know if every guy liked the same thing, but he knew what worked for him and Logan seemed to be enjoying it. He kind of wished he could watch him, see that moment when the sensation became too much and he gave in to his climax, but he wasn’t willing to hold back on himself to do so.