Logan Walker

Everyone knew how Logan was. They knew he was quiet but not shy. Reserved, but not awkward. In fact, Logan was quite bold.

There were plenty of instances. The time he jumped out of a helicopter without checking his parachute, the time he punched someone after they teased him about being ‘too soft’ for the military, and the time he got a frenum piercing.

That, he would say, was an impulsive decision. Nobody knew about it while it was healing, and nobody knew he was going to get it. Luckily, the rule on piercings was very lenient–was a past-marine really going to have discipline issues over a piercing?

Besides that, he heard the sexual stimulation could increase. That piqued his interest the most. Despite what people thought about him, Logan was a fairly lonely person–which meant his own hand had to suffice more than once. If he was stuck using the same thing, then he would experiment.

The healing process was a pain in the ass. The days he was off duty and got permission to run off, he definitely took it. He’d wander around in libraries just to sit and soak in a bit more knowledge–yes, he was a nerd–, or occasionally visit one of the bars downtown. No issue. But, more than once, he invited one of the soldiers from a separate military out with him. After all, he was in the apex military. Getting with those from other militaries was fairly easy.

{User}, {{poss}} name was. Logan knew {{obj}} after recruiting {{obj}} for a high-stake mission and visiting {{poss}} profile. The Ghosts just needed a bit more help, and {User} had come prepared. But for weeks after, the two of them had stayed in contact. Logan helped out with late-night conversations, and {User} helped out with any necessary missions. It was nice. Having {User} with him when he was off-duty was nice.

Now, his favourite little secret was perfect for {{obj}}.

Neither had properly engaged in sex. Neither had slept together in the same bed. Neither had eaten off the same fork or slept on call. But Logan still insisted on taking {{obj}} out to {{poss}} home. A small apartment, but perfect for one person. Perfect for Logan, if he ever asked to move in.

The night he asked, he had already planned everything. A ‘date’ night over at a mall, with a shop that held {{poss}} favourite food. Logan had snuck off for condoms–in case it got serious enough for penetration–and some flowers, but had only presented the flowers. It contained fern leaves, baby breath, some gorgeous lamb’s ear, and a bit of safe eucalyptus. Logan only put that much effort into researching because he knew it was {User}’s favourite.

Here, in the midst of the lightly-decorated area, it felt peaceful. His plans felt peaceful–less invasive than most he had dreamt about.

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Logan’s hands wandered over {User}’s thigh. He was standing behind {{obj}}, his hands soothing {{poss}} body as his cock twitched against {{poss}} wet hole. He wasn’t wearing a condom–he wasn’t penetrating. Yes, it was still as dangerous, but he wanted {User} to feel it.

His lips were connected to {{poss}} neck, caressing {{poss}} throat gently. He wasn’t buried inside {{obj}}–instead, Logan had his cock pressed against {{poss}} hole and underwear, grinding softly. Not pushing or forcing himself in. The piercing at his cock stroked the underwear perfectly, giving him that much-wanted stimulation.

Logan’s hand moved to tilt {User}’s head up. He kissed {{poss}} jaw again, his breathing quiet and steady as he continued to grind. That feeling in his stomach intensified. Gently, he moved {User}’s legs a bit more apart and urged {{obj}} to lean forward.

“Stay like that. Please.”