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Patton is big in every way. Loud, expressive, campy, excitable, tall, fat, strong. And that bigness went to his dick too. (Prompt.)

Big And Strong

Logicality (Logan x Patton) Warnings: sex, crying, overstimulation, come inflation

"Good morning, Logan!" Patton exclaims, walking into the kitchen. Logan tilts his head upwards slightly, not surprised to see that the former was already fully dressed and giddy. While Logan was also fully dressed, and sipping on a nice cup of coffee, he didn't nearly have enough energy to greet Patton with the same enthusiasm.

So instead, he turns to face him, politely nodding. "Morning, Patton."

"How'd you sleep?"

Logan resisted the urge to blurt out that he hated small talk. Every morning, Patton had a routine of asking the same few questions to whoever happened to be awake with him. Though Logan found it annoying, he understood that some people really valued their routines. He was one of them, and found it incredibly frustrating, if not meltdown-inducing when his plans were muddled with.

"It was good." Logan's response is short and to the point, to keep things simple. It was the same way he responded every time he was asked.

Patton grins from ear to ear, genuinely delighted by the mundane news.

"Care to pour me a cup?" he then asks, pulling out a chair seated around the kitchen table in order to take a seat and wait. Despite the fact that most of them could generally fit into the seats fine, Patton was so large that it seemed like he was going to break it at any moment.

He was tall enough that his feet were planted flat on the floor, knees raised high, and his back stretched further than the back of the chair could cover. His legs were hardly spread - despite the fact that Logan knew Patton would be man-spreading if they'd been sitting on the couch - because the arms of the chair prevented further mobility. In fact, they dug into his thick thighs, and the sides of his large gut.

Still though, Patton rests his hairy arms on the sides of the chair, leaning back casually as far as he could while watching Logan move to grab a mug.

"Black, or with cream?" Logan asks, moving to grab the pot and filling the mug up halfway, leaving room in case Patton wants any additives.

"Make the rest cream, please. I like my beverage to match my mood, and I'm feeling awfully sweet today." Patton responds, still smiling. "If I were taking my coffee like I take my men, though, I suppose I'd have it bitter."

Logan freezes momentarily, a little caught off guard by the off-color joke coming from Patton. Normally, anything with even a remotely sexual interpretation wouldn't come from his mouth. It wasn't that he was shy or embarrassed by the topic, more so just out of courtesy (though he did like to flaunt his frequent misuse of the word adultery, and none of them missed the amused gleam in his eye when they all had dramatic reactions; Logan was convinced that Patton knew the meeting but kept throwing it around solely to get a rise out of them). But when he moves to the fridge to grab the carton of French vanilla creamer, he sneaks a glance at Patton and sees that he's still smiling cheerily. Maybe Logan was reading too deep into otherwise innocent words.

So, Logan decides to play along.

"Surprising. I would have assumed your type to be other sweet, optimistic people." Logan turns to hand Patton his coffee as he speaks, the latter accepting it warmly, and giving Logan an appreciative nod.

Patton takes a large gulp of his coffee, before licking his lips and grinning. "You think I'm sweet?"

Logan resists the urge to roll his eyes. "I think you're a lot of things. 'Sweet' is just what relates to our current conversation. So, yes."

Laughing, Patton nods in understanding, finishing his coffee off with another drink. Logan stares at him while he drinks it down, wondering briefly if he should have grabbed a bigger mug, before Patton sets his mug to the side, pretending not to notice the way Logan stares as he licks the leftover drink off his lips.

"Back to your... surprise over my type; haven't you ever heard the phrase 'opposites attract?'"

Patton offers his mug back to Logan, who takes it, and fills it up with more coffee, assuming that's what Patton was silently asking for. Patton accepts the refilled mug gratefully.

"You're starting to sound like Roman," Logan utters, with a quick roll of his eyes, before he clears his throat and answers the question, despite the obvious rhetoric. "Yes, I have heard of the phrase. I don't believe it has much merit. A lot of studies actually prove quite the opposite; people tend to be more attracted to people more like them, both in personality, and in a lot of cases, physicality."

Patton hums, stirring his coffee with his pinkies finger. "I guess that's true in some cases. But not in all of them."

"Of course not. There are outliers in every study."

Bringing his pinkie finger to his mouth, Patton sucks the dripping coffee from it, never breaking eye contact with Logan.

"What about you? Where do you stand in regards to those studies? An outlier, or within the bounds?" Parton's question seems genuine, but Logan could read the intrigue in Patton's eyes. Clearly there was more that he wanted to ask, but he was holding back. Logan could only wonder for what sake.

"I... I don't know," Logan admits, suddenly turning away in order to avoid Patton's intense gaze. "I've never really analyzed myself in those regards. I'm not really a romantic person."

Patton smiles, emitting a closed-mouth laugh. "Well I'm sure the studies don't all relate to romance. At least, not solely the tamer aspects of romance. How are the results in regard to lust?"

That's where Logan draws the line, suddenly exclaiming "Patton! What is up with you today? Usually you're not so... so... adult."

He doesn't know how else to word it, but he's sure Patton gets the message. Usually, the moral side would be hesitant to approach anything remotely sexually, opting instead to crack a joke and deflect. But now?

Patton just looks at Logan. "We're both adults, aren't we?"

"You just... don't usually talk like this."

"That's because we stand next to the two most dramatic people we know. Imagine if I made a dirty joke in front of them. Roman would immediately equate me with a brother he dislikes, and Virgil with the friend he no longer speaks to. I try my best to make sure I don't make them uncomfortable. And I try my best to not cause a scene, but we both know that sometimes I just can't help it." He laughs a little at himself, before waving his hand dismissively. "Now answer my question. what are your preferences regarding sexual partners?"

Logan flushes, stammering. "I don't know! Again, I've never really thought about it."

Patton pushes his chair out, moving to stand up, causing Logan to be hyper aware of the fact Patton is so much taller than him. So much bigger. What would typically make him seem so huggable and soft can make him seem intimidating under a different light. And in this case, Logan was backing himself up to the counter, flustered and unable to fully process Patton's questions.

Leaning down slightly, Patton makes sure they're nearly face-to-face, though his large gut slightly presses against Logan's front in the process.

Patton smiles, and what once was a soft, helpful smile, suddenly looks a little bit more... sensual.

"Do you want help finding out? Patton asks, voice hushed, and deep. "You can decline, of course," he then adds, back to that friendly, comforting tone. "But if you want to experiment a little, we can test the opposites attract theory first. After all, you've gut to start somewhere!" Patton laughs heartily at his own joke, patting his chubby stomach as he says it.

He then leans back a little, in order to give Logan some space, but Logan stays pressed up against the counter. So many conflicting thoughts were running through his head. Admittedly, the idea to test out scientific research to prove whether or not it was actually true was always appealing, but he also knew that this is Patton's way of attempting to initiate something sexual - something Logan had never thought about doing with the moral side before. And something that he now found he couldn't stop thinking about.

Logan gulps.

"Fine," he blurts, head turned to the side, and face bright red. "But... but only for science."

"Of course," Patton nods, voice reflecting understanding, despite the fact he's grinning giddily. "For science!"

Patton's large, calloused hands reach and grab Logan, planting firmly on his waist. Logan realizes he never quite paid attention to how large they were, and by extension how large Patton was, but now he's being pulled forward. His smaller, thinner frame is pressed against Patton's front. His form is pushed into the squishy surface, face being submerged between Patton's man boobs. Logan has no idea what to do with his hands, but he doesn't need to know, as one of Patton's hands slide up from his waist, and gently scratch the back of his head in a comforting manner, moments before the other hooks underneath his ass, and lifts him up, forcing Logan to at least attempt to wrap his legs around Patton's midsection, a task that proves quite impossible.

But Patton is supporting him regardless, keeping him from falling. He seems to know what he's doing, and while he has one hand still underneath Logan's butt to make sure that he doesn't fall or slide down, his other hand gently rubs Logan's back, attempting to comfort him.

"If you don't want to do this, you really don't have to," Patton reminds him, carrying Logan out of the kitchen.

Logan, who had been lifted partially away from Patton's chest, hesitantly rests his chin on Patton's shoulder. "I want to do this," he responds, huffing at Patton's little laugh.

"Curious, ey?" Patton's voice is teasing, and Logan's somewhat glad that his face is hidden due to the dramatic pout he expresses at it. Yeah, he was curious, both to test whether or not opposites did attract, but also as to what Patton looked like nude. And even more so, what Patton was like in bed.

Logan had never thought about it before. He never had a reason to. Sure, those thoughts had popped up once or twice regarding Remus because of all the sexual comments he makes, and sometimes regarding Janus, just because he had a more sensual, more intimate personality. BUT Patton was more about platonic affection, and gentle, sweet, PG words with no ulterior motives or hidden innuendos.

Logan watches the kitchen slowly recede into the distance, Patton's nearly full cup of coffee left abandoned, while Logan just barely managed to finish his.

He bounces slightly as Patton climbs the stairs, before a shiver runs through him when he hears a door open.

He's gently laid down on Patton's bed moments later, Patton then moving to shut the door. He hesitates over the knob for a moment after it's closed, before turning back to Logan.

"Do you want me to lock it?" he then asks, clearly worried about whether or not that would make Logan feel uncomfortable or unsafe.

But Logan has no opposition. "Go ahead," he responds, sitting up slightly. He watches Patton closely as he turns the lock, before returning to Logan with just a couple large steps. He kneels on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping with his weight, before his large hands run under the fabric of Logan's shirt.

Logan stiffens as the roughness of Patton's palms surprises him, causing goosebumps to spread over his skin, but as Patton pushes Logan's shirt up, exposing more and more of his lean body, Logan can't help but whine.

"You're so small," Patton comments, just as an observation. "With how much I encourage you to eat, there's hardly any meat on your bones!"

"I bet all of us look small compared to you," Logan refutes, no malice behind his words, just an equally genuine statement. It makes Patton laugh.

His thumbs gently caress Logan's nipples, before they pull away immediately after. "You're not wrong. All of you are just so... petite. But you... you're tall, at least. Not tall enough though. With so little mass, you're probably so weak!" Patton's thumbs rub harder against Logan's nipples, this time earning a loud moan, as Logan's hands move to cover the sensitive area. But the shy action only makes Patton smile.

Easily, he uses one of his hands to grab both of Logan's wrists, and is able to effortlessly pin them above Logan's head.

Logan flushes at the action.

"See what I mean?" Patton comments. "Good thing I'm here to take care of you. I'll make you feel so good, Logan! I'll treat you just right!" To emphasize his point, he leans down, stomach pressing hard against Logan's chest and causing him to gasp, and planting a sweet, and rather dramatic kiss to Logan's cheek.

Then, while he's so close, he kisses the side of Logan's mouth, more serious this time.

"Logan," he breathes, eyes staring upwards into Logan's, though Logan's gaze is focused away.

Logan doesn't respond.

Gently squeezing Logan's sides, Patton pushes his body further against Logan's, aware of the fact that he was crushing Logan's chest, making breathing more difficult. Logan moans at the pressure, however.

"Logan," Patton repeats, and this time Logan blinks to look down at him, where Patton's lips are still hovering to the side of Logan's own.

Logan lets out a shaky, excited breath. "Yeah?"

"You promise to tell me if you're uncomfortable?"

Logan's surprised by the question, but is quick to nod. "Of course."

Patton nods, hot breath running over Logan's face. "Good. Good boy. Just say red at any point if you want to stop, okay? I'll stop immediately. I promise. Even if it's because your throat's dry and you want a sip of water; don't hesitate to make sure I know your needs and can meet them. I want to make sure you're feeling as good as you possibly can. Okay, Logan?"

"Okay."

"You understand?"

Logan nods, hands finding Patton's wide shoulders and firmly squeezing them. There's something about being stuck underneath Patton that's making him feel weirdly warm and giddy. "I understand."

"Good boy." Patton's lips finally plant themselves firmly against Logan's, his thicker tongue prodding into Logan's mouth. Logan moans at the unfamiliar sensation, eyes rolling back into his head as Patton's hands slide down Logan's sides, before coming to rest on his hips, just barely dipping past the jeans he'd slid on less than an hour ago.

Patton breaks away for a mirror moment, licking the excess spit off his lips, as his hands slowly works to peel Logan's jeans off of his body. He's slow on purpose, eyes flickering between the clothing and Logan's face to admire how beautifully flustered he looks, before he tosses the article of closing onto the floor.

Then his hands move back up, pulling Logan's shirt off his arms and away from his head, and then it's carelessly tossed away as well.

"So small..." Patton coos, sign in pure adoration. "I'd love to pick you up and hold you against the wall while pleasing you." The words are said like they're coming straight out of a daydream, a mixture of innocent and dirtier intent seeping into Patton's voice. Logan whines at the admission.

"I can confidently say that I'm more attracted to your body type," Patton admits, eyes moving back to Logan's, staring at him, forcing eye contact as he speaks. "I'm attracted to the idea of easily being able to manhandle you. The idea of being able to properly carry you into the bath and hold you while giving you aftercare. The fact that when we hug, your head is forced against my chest. And the fact that when we have sex, my cock will no doubt be visible through the thin layer of fat in your stomach." One of Patton's hands pinch at the small amount of pudge in Logan's lower stomach to emphasize his point.

He hums. "But, this wasn't about me, was it? This was about wanting to confirm your results. Come to a conclusion yet?"

Logan is quick to shake his head. "No- no," he stammers, before clearing his throat, turning his head to the side out of humiliation. "Further data is... is required."

Patton's eyes sparkle in glee, playing along. "Noted. And further data will be provided. I'll just make sure to store it all somewhere safe..." Patton's hands run up Logan's thighs, before one of his fingers runs over the bulge and Logan's boxers, and then slowly trails down, well Patton's free hand holds the area under Logan's knee, lifting Logan's hips up easily, and allowing his finger to trace further downwards, and teasingly linger over his crack, indicating to the awaiting hole.

Logan lets out a shaky breath.

Patton smiles, and pulls his hand away innocently, before casually leaning over Logan. His stomach presses into Logan's face, squishing Logan's cheek against the side of the bed and his clothed tummy, as he reaches into his bedside drawer.

He seemingly pulls something out of it, shutting the drawer after, before leaning back again, not even realizing - or maybe just not acknowledging - the fact that Logan seemed flustered by the momentary position.

Logan watches as Patton shows him the bottle, clearly wanting Logan to stay in the loop of what they were doing, before setting it to the side. Then, he trails his hands underneath his own shirt, and Logan watches as it's quickly lifted up and over his head in a quick motion. The sudden exposure reveals a squishy stomach and boobs covered in stretch marks. Additionally, Patton's chest is covered in hair, and there's a trail of dirty blonde fuzz that travels down his stomach, leading right to his pants. Sure, Patton had a little bit of facial hair, and extremely hairy arms, and hairy legs, but Logan really never imagined him shirtless. Now that he was seeing him bare, though, it took the beloved phrase "papa bear" to a whole new level.

Patton grins at Logan's staring.

"Considering I'm just as fat shirtless, I doubt that's what you're surprised over. Are you, perhaps, seeing something you might like more than you initially thought?" His words are light and teasing, and while Logan wants to refute the statement, huff, and look away, he's stuck staring at Patton's round belly. A part of him wants to grope it, but his own embarrassment stops him.

Logan doesn't believe in conventional beauty. He believes everyone has their own preferences, and that those preferences can be influenced by those around us, whether that be people or the media. And while Logan has really never thought about his type - romantically or sexually - he's surprised to find out that it might genuinely be patent. staring at Patton right Patton. Logan's convinced that there's not a more attractive person or body type out there. It's the culmination of how big he is, how much body heat he produces, the hair on his body, the stretch marks, the squishiness; everything added up together is causing his brain to figuratively short circuit. He assumed his preferences would be based on science, and he'd be more attracted to somebody with a similar build to himself. He couldn't have been more wrong.

"I don't... I don't know," Logan admits, with a few breaths in between.

Patton smiles at him sweetly. "That's okay. You don't have to know. You don't have to come to a conclusion now, or ever really. Even if you like it a little bit, that doesn't have to dictate your preferences. Don't ever feel pressured to put a label on what you like, okay?" Patton's hands lovingly squeeze Logan's thighs. "Afterall, I'd prefer it if you stopped thinking so hard with your head. During times like this, the only thing that should be hard is..."

Patton's voice trails off, but when Logan follows his eyes down to his own bulge in his boxes, he flushes again.

"Don't look so embarrassed, Logan," Patton soothes, in a teasing voice. "It's cute. Really, I'm flattened. I mean- flattered. *You're* going to be flattened." He winks at Logan playfully, attempting to alleviate some of the tension, though the reminder of the pleasant pressure Patton provides does do quite a lot to soothe him.

Patton gently pats Logan's thigh, before pulling away shortly after, and Logan watches as Patton then slides his pants and boxers down all in one go. His thighs are covered in the same stretch marks as his upper body, and his legs were known to be hairy, but what Logan focuses on the most is the large cock between Patton's legs, hard and leaking.

While Logan would consider himself to be average, Patton was definitely far above. It was almost unrealistic how long and how girthy he was.

Logan sits up slightly. "Patton, that's... that's absurd." His voice shakes as he speaks, cutely reflecting his own concern over whether or not that was going to adequately fit inside of him.

"It'll fit," Patton assures him, soothing Logan's unspoken concerns. "Don't worry. I'll make sure you're prepped and everything. I'm not going to risk you tearing solely because I want to have sex with you; I care about you a lot more than that."

He presses a quick kiss to Logan's thigh as if it'll act as extra assurance, before he scoots back a tad in order to pull Logan's boxers off his body.

Humming happily, Patton gives Logan's cock a few, quick strokes, solely to hear him moan, before pulling away again. He reaches for the lube.

Logan watches with overly alert eyes as Patton pours half the bottle onto his hand, smearing it over his long, thick fingers, and making sure they're completely coated in the lubricant. Once he seems confident, he looks back towards Logan.

"Just try to relax for me, okay?" Patton asks, using his free hand to lift Logan's hips off the bed. "Deep breaths. Stop thinking for me. Just focus on the pleasure you're about to feel. I promised I'd take care of you, and intend to hold true to those words." Patton presses a quick kiss to Logan's calf, which he was holding near his shoulder.

Then, he slides his fingers into Logan. He starts with two, but those two are way bigger than anything Logan's ever taken before. It's overwhelming in the best way; Patton slowly scissors his fingers, spreading Logan's hole until Logan gets over the initial discomfort, and instead starts quietly panting, moaning between sharp inhales.

"There we go," Patton praises, smiling. "That's it. You're doing so good; you're taking my fingers so well. At this rate, you'll be ready for my cock in no time!"

Logan doubts that. He sneaks another glance towards the large cock between Patton's legs, letting out a shivering breath when he sees it again, before he's distracted by another finger sliding into his ass. Turning back to Patton, he swallows his spit, embarrassed, when he notices Patton's knowing smile, clearly having witnessed Logan's staring.

He drives his fingers into Logan harder, finally earning a pathetically loud cry, as Logan's head falls back against the pillows. His back arches off the bed at the feeling of Patton's long fingers thrusting hard against his prostate. Though not initially intentional, Patton's thrilled by the reaction it earns, so he aims for that spot from that point forward.

Each jab into his prostate has him tensing, squirming, and moaning loud, and Patton visibly loves every second of it.

Soft coos of "you look so cute," and praises of "my good boy" spill into the air, leaving Logan admittedly a little flustered. Such compliments weren't typically reserved for someone like him. Usually praise directed towards his ideas or his intelligence were favored over comments about his physicality or obedience (partially due to the fact he was lawfully defiant if applicable), so the new compliments have him scrambling to receive more.

His legs spread further apart, flexing with each thrust, and he feels a sudden flash of warmth overtake his body when Patton pushes a fourth finger inside of him.

But all too soon, the feeling's gone.

"Now, now, Logan," Patton lightly scolds, shaking his head, as his fingers slowly slip out of Logan's hole. It twitches in protest. "Don't have too much fun. After all, my fingers aren't even the main course!" Patton holds them up proudly, slick with a mixture of lube and sweat, but he wipes them on the bed shortly after.

Logan watches as Patton reaches for the rest of the lube that he had discarded previously. using the other half, he pours it directly onto his hard cock, pumping his shaft a few times in order to adequately spread the lubricant around.

After he believes his cock is fully coated, he's quick to grab and grope Logan's thighs. He spreads them further apart, causing a pleasant ache the course through Logan's body, before he positions his cock at Logan's hole.

"Ready, Logan?" he asks, but he doesn't wait very long for an answer. Instead, he begins to slowly push in.

Logan is immediately overwhelmed by the sheer girth of Patton's cock. As it pushes into him, he realizes it's a lot more of a stretch than Patton's fingers provided, and he thought that was a lot. He cries out in an excited yet fearful mixture, causing Patton to lean over him.

"Shhh," Patton soothes, kissing the corner of Logan's lips. "It'll be all right. I promise. just relax. I promise you won't care. I promise it'll feel good." As Patton's cock slides into him, Patton leans harder against him, nearly crushing his stomach, and causing Patton to have to apply more force in order to get more of his shaft in the Logan's hole. Logan rolls his hips pathetically, but his small movements mean little to Patton, who's groaning carelessly into Logan's ear.

"You're so tight," Patton moans, large hands squeezing Logan's thighs. He pushes his cock in a little bit more. "Does it feel good, Logan? How are you feeling. Talk to me."

"Overwhelming," Logan cries out, glasses skewed on his face. His fingers dig into Patton's wide shoulders.

Patton suddenly lets up a little, concerned. "Overwhelming in a good way, or overwhelming in a bad way?"

Logan feels weirdly flustered as one of Patton's hands comes to cup his cheek, slowly thumbing at the area and wiping away tears that Logan didn't even know were falling.

"Good," he eventually manages to stammer out. It did feel good, he was just so new to all of these feelings. Sexual pleasure was something he rarely experienced, and now it was quite literally being thrusted upon him. And he was enjoying it a lot.

Patton nods, sighing in relief. "Good. I'm glad. Don't hesitate to tell me if you feel uncomfortable or unhappy at any point, okay?" Kissing Logan's cheek, Patton couldn't help peppering a bit of affection into this situation, before with a sudden thrust, he manages to fit the rest of his cock inside of Logan. Both of them moan in unison, Logan's nails digging into Patton's shoulders while Patton holds Logan's hips firmly, before they stay like that for a moment, nothing but the sound of their heavy breaths echoing throughout the room.

Patton pulls back slightly a few seconds later, bright red, but clearly interested in something specific. Much to his delight, he grins once he can finally see Logan's stomach beneath his own.

Due to the size difference between them, and the girth of Patton's cock compared to Logan's leaner build, there was a noticeable bulge where Patton's cock was nestled inside of him. Rubbing a hand over it, Patton can't help letting out a loving "awwww."

Logan shifts his hips a bit, whining at the minimal friction he receives, but Patton takes note.

"Okay, love. I'm going to start out slow, but I'll speed up gradually, okay? That way I don't overwhelm you even more. Besides, it'll give you an opportunity to savor this, and really think about how statistics are holding up right now."

With that, Patton slowly drags his cock out, before pushing it back in, slow, but hard. His thrusts are firm and angled, but his pace is steady enough to give Logan time to recover after each plunge.

Little moans and shortened breaths between his noises make Patton moan all on his own, more aroused by Logan's surprisingly expressive sounds than he is the moist warmth surrounding his cock. It encourages him to speed up his thrusts slightly, and once more, his cock thrusts hard into Logan's prostate, causing Logan to jolt and cry out in pleasure.

"Patton!" Logan whines, eyes squeezed shut as pleasured tears roll down his face. "Right there, please! Please!"

"Aw, you never have to beg for me, Logan." Patton kisses at the tears rolling down Logan's face, holding Logan's hips up off of the bed while he fucks into him. His stomach is back to weighing heavily against Logan's own, but Logan loves it.

Patton aims for that specific spot, thrusting against it over and over, driving Logan into pleasure-filled, figurative madness.

He can't even think to beg Patton to touch his cock, and he's not sure such could be accomplished with the gut pressing against it anyway.

But that provides all the friction Logan needs, and with Patton's stomach compressing and rubbing against his cock mixed with the feeling of his prostate being brutally assaulted, Logan's quick to be overcome with warmth, before coming hard with a loud cry.

Patton's thrusts slow slightly, mainly so he can lift up slightly, but then he's just wrapping a hand around Logan's cock and pumping it quick.

Logan lets out a sob of overstimulation, crying out pathetically as Patton thrusts and strokes in tandem. Patton's groaning at every clench around his cock, thrusting harder into Logan's hole, though he stays at a slower pace. Judging by the way he bites his bottom lip, eyes occasionally blinking shut for long periods of time, Logan guesses he's getting close. The idea of Patton coming inside of him makes him whimper.

Cock twitching, Logan's left to writhe in overstimulated pleasure as Patton touches him, relentless in his pursuit of both Logan's cock and his prostate, before Patton suddenly grunts in pleasure.

And a few more deep thrusts later, Patton's coming inside of Logan, streams of semen flooding into Logan's ass. It causes Logan's stomach to bulge, even fuller with the added come. The feeling of being stuffed completely full proceeds to push him over the edge as well, and his nails dig into Patton's arms as he spills once again, this time making a mess over Patton's hand.

Both of them stay still for a few seconds, panting and breathing in the air, thick with the smell of musk and sex. It's silent, before Patton is pulling out of Logan, causing a flood of come to spill from Logan's hole. Logan whines at the feeling, but Patton gently shushes him, instead lifting Logan up - ignoring the mess on both of them - and holding him easily against his chest. He then flips onto his back, collapsing against the soft mattress, still cuddling Logan, and holding him tight.

"Let's take a bit to breathe," Patton says, quietly. "And then I'll get us both cleaned up. And then you can tell me your thoughts about that study. Okay?"

Logan quietly huffs out a last, letting his eyes close in post-orgasmic bliss. "Okay."

#this fic is so good man #bear patton forever........

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