"Wasn't going to," Logan replied, wetting his lips as he hunched over slightly, watching Jack's face as he continued to touch himself.

It wouldn't take long, Not after all that, and definitely not with Jack laying beneath him begging to be used. His back arched and his ass clenched, and he gasped loudly before spilling himself across Jack's lips and chin, his hips still jerking forward long after he was spent, the pleasure pounding through him.

"Fuck, Jack," he panted, letting go of the other man's arms and leaning over to kiss him softly. The come smeared between their lips, but Logan didn't care, all he could taste was Jack and his too sweet lips, still coated in confection.

"Slut," he murmured softly, affectionately, wiping his lips clean and then practically collapsing beside the other man.