It was another one of those times where all Logan could think was that he loved him-- where it was all he wanted to say, to whisper over and over as Nathan moved against him and slid his cock into the wet mess of his folds. Instead, Logan shivered and moaned, head tilting to offer his throat and neck in clear submission; his own cock twitched in obvious interest, but more pressing was the way his knee moved up a little higher to offer himself better, more.

The sounds of their coupling were wet, made so with the mess of their come and the fact that Logan's cunt was easily producing slick again. Logan gasped, back arching just enough to nudge his soft belly into Nathan's palm, and he hooked an arm around Nathan's back to hold him close. The pace his own hips rolled against his mate's wasn't nearly as frantic as it was earlier. Logan moved slower this time, savouring the friction, the way their sex smelled and sounded the more Nathan moved inside him.

He'd never wanted to be pregnant before, at least not outside the feelings that being in heat brought naturally, but he felt now how much of a difference it made to want it. To want to be stuffed full, and bred, and warm with the knowledge that they'd conceived.

"Please," he whispered, rolling his hips leisurely, lovingly, into Nathan's own. "Please--"