Unfinished Business

Logan had been relaxed. He'd let down his guard. They were just talking, he told himself, as soon as that hand drifted to his back after he went ahead and let his father in his family's house (theyweren'thisrealfamily). He knew, of course, didn't he? He knew this would happen. Despite knowing, he'd gone through with this anyway, and despite knowing-- as soon as Billy pressed his face to Logan's neck, his insides squirmed, and he started to tremble. This was disgusting. His dad was a horrible, sickening, irredeemable person. This was wrong. Incestuous filth, initiated by a man twice his age, no less.

Logan held back the urge to sob as his face burned. His skin felt too sensitive when it was kissed, a faint buzz present. Bad, bad, this was a bad thing, bad body, bad Logan. Why was he like this? He was disgusting. He was horrible, sickening, irredeemable, a practical mirror image of the person touching him now. He may have been more beautiful on the outside, but his heart was a different matter, and right then, it was skipping a beat, fluttering.

Shuddering, Logan curled his arms around Billy's neck and opened his mouth, parting perfect delicate lips, returning the kiss and pressing against him. He gasped when his ass was grabbed. A spike of lust made him dizzy, warm. Yes, please, God yes. He was ashamed with himself, but addicted to things like this, could never seem to get enough of being felt up or pinned down, or doing the same to someone else.

Fuck, shit, what if one his his siblings-- no, they were all too scared to linger with the strange man around for long, and they wanted to torture him by abandoning him to deal with the problem alone. Fear of being caught still remained loud and alarmed in him, this couldn't possibly be worth losing everything, he wasn't sure he wanted it, but at the same time, Lord… he wanted it desperately. How ill was he? The disease seemed incurable, after all this time.

This was… gross! Dear God. Making out with Billy on his parent's couch, with all the religious imagery in the world looking down upon him. He would burst into a fit of giggles, if he didn't currently have someone else's tongue in his mouth. Logan kissed him back with a matched fervor, cheeks painted a pretty pink.

He clutched tight at the fabric of the man's shirt when he was pressed down, lashes fluttering. He whimpered when he felt his dad's arousal against his thigh, head clouding further. Oh, no, he couldn't think like that. If he was to be quite honest, which he despised being on an ordinary basis, in situations like this his thoughts blanked and ended up being nothing but a repetitive mantra of wanting cock, to have it inside him, to be fucked, to taste and get his lips on it, to have it in the warmth and wetness of his mouth.

He kissed his father deeply and wrapped his legs around his waist, tugging closer, very wanton. Fuck, he was horny, hips squirming, body shivering with pleasure. His need to be touched was fulfilled quickly enough, and he squeaked, then choked out a needy moan when palmed.

Jesus Christ. He wanted sex, skin on skin, filth, anything, he'd take it, he had to have it. He was riled up easily, his investment in these activities an obsessive one, and he always seemed ready to tip straight off of a cliff. He took short, fast breaths and peppered Billy with kisses, nuzzling his face and neck. Logan rocked into him a little, shivering again.

In the back of his mind, he wondered if anyone had ever acted this responsive and welcoming with Billy Graham, aside from his own fucking son. Mother had always spoken very negatively of him. It wasn't as though he'd been the tricky type who lured girls in with looks and charm before forcing himself on them, it more seemed that was the only way to get them at all. Perhaps, if anyone, Logan made sense. Only something with even more issues stuffed in them, something even more warped than the monster itself, would be able to love a monster. Aw, who cared, he wanted to be stuffed in other ways.

"I won't tell anyone," Logan said for the second time, breathless. He squeezed Billy with the legs he had hitched around him, licking his lips. "So, what do you want to do to me? I want it, I want it too, please, please…" He made heart eyes up at him, and gently unbuttoned a bit of his school uniform shirt, showing some tempting, creamy skin and collarbones. A boyishly themed play of seduction, cute charm mixed in with knowing exactly what he was doing.

Mmf. Logan's body was on fire. He loved feeling so undone and defiled, aching. So much friction, too much desire, grinding excitedly, making little sounds. God, don't forgive him for this, because he wasn't apologetic at all. He liked things that made him feel good, these physical thrills. He preferred connecting to others on a more carnal level-- he wasn't awkward in this.

He practically squealed with delight as marks were sucked and bitten into his skin, breath hitching. When Billy sat up, shivering, Logan blushed, because he was responsible for that. He reddened further, of course, when he saw the man's cock, squirming and fisting his hands at his side. Anticipation thick and intoxicating. He reached down to touch himself, eyes lidded.

He realized it was going to be facefucking when his dad scooted up and settled on his chest, pinning him. His gaze flickered from Billy's face to his cock again. His eyes fluttered shut as it pressed at his cheek and nose, bottom lip trembling, salivating. Logan melted and let out a long whine. Yes! God yes. He nuzzled it, then pressed an adoring kiss to the head when that was rubbed on his lips.

He opened his mouth welcomingly, toes curling when Billy thrust in, cheeks bright red. He tasted, licking at the underside, and sucked on his cock, one hand on the his dad's hip so he could steady himself and take more. He didn't waste any time messing around, enthusiastic immediately and getting himself nice and stuffed.

They didn't have a lot of time in his setting, as much as that annoyed Logan, and he wanted… ngh, he wanted to swallow his cum. He was so disgusting, but here he was, being called a good boy for it. He enjoyed that. Like he was supposed to celebrate being so naturally corrupted, rather than run and hide from it. He hummed affectionately and drooled as he sucked Billy off, appreciative.

Logan was getting much, much better at this the more he did it, and he liked practicing, so he didn't choke even while his mouth was fucked. He shook all over and made muffled, lewd noises. Most of the work was being done for him here, so the only thing he really had to do was lay back and enjoy the thick cock and heat. And Lord, did he ever. His face was ridiculously flushed, lovesick over this kind of vulgar, unchaste obscenity.

He breathed roughly, chest rising and falling, and mewled when Billy came down his throat, in his mouth, on his lips and face and eyelashes, everywhere. A big, visible tremor went through his body. He tasted, indulgent, then swallowed and licked his lips. He kissed his dad's dick again, longing, missing it already. Cute. Logan was cute, for this. He offered a dazed, but winning smile.

Biting at his lip and lightly palming himself, remaining completely turned on, he watched Billy get up, giggly and pleased seeming. Logan nodded once the words caught up with him. "A-ah, right… Jailers will be home soon," he noted with a snort. "Luckily, my siblings continue to not give a single fuck about whatever they abandon me to." Seeing more of you. His face lit up. He wasn't going to be left! He thought, after pulling that kind of shit, it'd mean the front of bonding and being around each other would be thrown out the window. Typically, it would've, but they had never been typical in the first place.

Maybe his dad just wanted a more thorough fucking session. He was fine with that too. Familial hopes and learning his father's trade or not, Logan was interested in that, too. He shifted his hips and squeezed his own thighs, wanting to squirm again. He gave a happy chirp of a sound and tipped his head up to meet the tongue heavy kiss, moaning into it, skin tingling. "I'll see you later, then, um, d-dad." He blushed and waved shyly, cum still on his face. Jesus. Filthy.

He flopped down in a huff when Billy left, cheeks burning, head spinning. He took a moment to get ahold of himself once more, swiping cum from his face and sticking it in is mouth with delicate fingers all the while. He couldn't go around the house like that.

After that, he stood, knees terribly wobbly. He locked the front door and scrambled upstairs, making for his room and a hot shower to clean and get off in, heart singing. The guilt never sank in, and neither did the shame, because he knew he'd gotten away with it. It was so horrible, outright evil perhaps, but he'd just, gotten away with it! No parents, no siblings, no God striking him down, even if there was some promise of Hell in his future. That was a rush if he ever felt one. Powerful and significant.

How much else could he get away with in life, he wondered?

Huh. That was a very good question. He'd have to look into it.