Jack whimpered again softly, craning his head up to try to catch Logan's dick. He only managed to swipe his tongue against it, but it was enough to let him feel like he was doing something. His hips bucked up, his cock thrusting into nothing.

He wasn't entirely helpless and he realized it. He could draw his legs up, lift, get his arms back. He could roll Logan onto his back or side. He could do a lot of things. He could lay beneath him and be used, too...that was good in its own way. Sweet and sticky and dirty and so close he could tell how much Logan liked this. Having him weak. Having him needy. Cracking was a small price to get this from the guy.

"Want you," he gasped, licking his lips when he couldn't get to Logan's cock. "Come on me. Use me up. Gods...you sick little shit...don't stop. Never stop."