Jack pumped his hips sharply, driving in deep and hard and fast. He lowered himself slowly until Logan bore the majority of his wait and as he felt the familiar sting that urged him on, a little more, a little harder, a little more right there, Jack locked his mouth against Logan's so that when he cried out when he came, the sound spilled into the man's throat.

He kept thrusting even after he'd come, grinding his cock into the wet heat between Logan's thighs. There was something innocent about it, the sort of thing you'd do as a compromise that felt too fucking good to say it wasn't sex. Jack broke the kiss to catch his breath and looked down at Logan as his senses came back to him.

"You're so damned amazing," he said with a hushed hint of reverence. "Filthy, wonderful, sick, and I love you. So much."