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rrrraahhhhhh we really gonna have literature of logan bunny ficlet *foaming at the mouth*

i'm a slave 4 u guys and very easily influenced. this 3800+ words.

(content: logan wears the playboy bunny suit for alex's birthday, some feminization dirty talk, anal sex, more stupid feelings, one pov switch mid-way. not beta read, edited once)

i hope u enjoy...!!!

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"You never told me what you wanted for your birthday," Logan says. He half-steps to the right and nudges Alex with his shoulder.

Alex snorts. "Didn't seem like the right time to make demands for gifts this weekend, did it?" he says. He's joking, mostly, but Logan can sense a thread of tension in his voice. It's drizzling rain, so Alex has pulled up the hood of his jacket and effectively hidden his face from Logan's scrutiny.

Tentatively, Logan lets the back of his hand bump against Alex's, and Alex reaches out and gives his hand a quick squeeze before letting go. It's the best he'll get when they're out in public, and it's not as if Logan really wants to tromp around London holding hands either. He's happy enough to be invited out to join Alex on one of his runs. Integrated into one of the more mundane parts of Alex's life. Some of it still feels like part of Alex's extended apology for Australia, but Logan will take it.

Still, the hand squeeze is a good indicator of Alex's mood, and Logan feels like he has the leeway to be just a little more annoying about Alex's birthday.

"Well," Logan says, blinking rain out of his eyes, "you promised me you'd tell me, and now could be the time."

He hears the crinkle of Alex's rain jacket twisting as Alex looks at him, and Logan looks back. There are rain drops dotting his face, and a guarded look in his eyes.

"I don't really want anything you can buy," Alex says, after a long pause. He gives Logan one more glance before turning his eyes away to gaze out at the river. He always insists on running by the river, or if they run by a road, on the side closest to the road.

"Because you already have everything?" Logan asks, teasing, and in response Alex gives the back of his calf a little kick. "Hey!"

"Hey!" Alex says back, in a bad American accent, worse than Logan knows he's capable of, and he grabs Logan around the waist before Logan can retaliate with a smack or a punch. It's a playful touch, but the feeling of Alex's large hands--so familiar and sure--on his body distracts Logan enough that by time they've stopped their scuffling, the topic of Alex's gift is temporarily forgotten.

The next morning, he gets a call from Alex.

"H'lo?" Logan asks, trying not to sound like he ran across his apartment to get his phone.

"Hi," Alex says. "Do you still want to give me a birthday present?"

It's an abrupt way to open the conversation--as if Alex has been mulling on the topic to himself and called Logan in the middle of his train of thought.

"Uh," Logan says, hurrying to catch up to where Alex is. "Sure. Yes! Yes, of course I do. Anything you want." It's overeager. He's being overeager, again.

He hears Alex clear his throat, then the soft sound of a mouth opening, then closing, then opening again. All of Alex's hesitancy and edginess around the topic of a gift is making Logan start to suspect there's a layer of detail he's not being looped in on.

"Okay, I can't say I understand why you're so gung-ho about getting me something," Alex says, and Logan rolls his eyes. "But it's very sweet."

Logan unrolls his eyes, feeling his face heat up.

"Can I come over? We can talk about it at yours."

Alex comes over two hours later. He has on one of his own branded hoodies on, the hood pulled over his head, making him look rumpled and touchable. In his hands is a large but unremarkable cardboard box.

They sit in Logan's bedroom, both of them looking at the box.

"So," Logan says.

"So," Alex says. His thumb fiddles at a peeling piece of tape on the box.

"You brought something over to me," Logan says. "Um, seems counterintuitive."

Alex gives Logan a look, and Logan shrugs. Maybe he's being obtuse, but so is Alex.

"In this box," Alex says, giving the box a rough pat with his hands. "Um. Er--in this box." He gives the box another pat. "Listen, I think I'd better just let you see what's inside and maybe then you'll understand what I want."

He's nervous, Logan realizes from the way he can't look at Logan for longer than a few seconds and how he 's sinking into his sweatshirt. He looks at the box, at how utterly discreet it is, and something clicks.

"Wow, um," Logan says. "Well, I think I'm starting to get an idea." He gently pries the box from Alex's hands.

Alex says silent as Logan uses his finger to tear the papery tape sealing the box closed, then flips the flaps open, then removes the packing paper. They both seem to be holding their breath, and Logan can't help but watch Alex for a change in his expression, but all he does is stare intently at Logan's hands as they pull a a velvety black garment bag from the box.

Playboy Designs - for your inner playboy! is printed on the bag in white, cursive script, under a big white Playboy logo.

A crease is forming between Alex's brows. Logan opens the bag, pulls out an increasingly bewildering list of items: detached white cuffs with gold cufflinks, a detached white collar with a black bowtie, a corset, a pair of silky panties, fishnet tights, and a pair of black bunny ears.

In a separate garment bag, a pair of black heels.

Logan holds the bunny ears in his hands. The room suddenly is unbearably hot. A lurid game of connect-the-dots is pinging off in his mind--Alex wants something money can't buy. Alex has had an extremely odd vibe about his birthday gift since Logan brought it up. Alex has brought a Playboy bunny costume, all seemingly in Logan's size, if the size printed inside one of the heels is to be believed, to Logan's house.

"You want me to wear this?" Logan asks. He looks at his own hands, at their manly, bony knuckles, pale against the black silk of the bunny ears.

Alex buries his face in his hands. "This was a horrible idea."

"No--" Logan stutters. "No, it's not, I just--"

"You think I'm a freak," Alex moans, now rocking back and forth. He looks like some invisible spirit is throttling him.

"No!" Logan shouts. "It's not! I--want to."

Alex looks up from his hands.

"Really," he says, slowly. He gives Logan a skeptical look.

Logan swallows. I'd wear a fucking chicken suit if you said you wanted to fuck me in it, he thinks, crazed, but all he does is nod.

"Let me try it on, at least."

In the privacy of his bathroom, Logan's beginning to think he isn't cut out for the Playboy bunny life.

The outfit must come from some specialized line for men, because everything fits pretty well. The corset is sort of tight, and the cups, rather than gapping like he'd assumed they would, cling to his chest and push up his pectorals into something resembling women's breasts. The sight of his own chest lifted and cradled in the corset makes Logan...very strange. Proud, sort of. The same way he feels looking at himself after a good work out.

With the boning of the corset and the high cut of the leg holes, Logan's waist looks small and his hips a bit fuller, but the that's as far as the ensemble goes in feminizing the lower half of his body. His cock--which is at half mast, and working up to a lot more--pushes at the silky, stretchy fabric of the panties. It's obscene, looking at it, and it makes Logan want to cross his fishnet-clad legs.

He steps into the heels, which feel like stilts, and slides on the ears, and the look is complete. Logan looks at himself in his full-length mirror.

Jesus Christ. It's not just his dick that looks obscene. It's all of him. Logan's a bit young to have had the full exposure to the Playboy craze, but he's seen a few photos, and those girls are always slim-yet-voluptuous, taut tummies underneath generous boobs spilling out of corsets and soft curves. Logan doesn't look like them--there's a jarring contrast between the soft push of his chest in the corset and his muscled arms, the pinned look of his waist and the hard, wiry thighs just below. He doesn't have long hair to toss over his shoulder. The only thing that looks like it belongs on his body is the bowtie and the red flush spreading from his cheeks down to his neck.

He wonders if Alex is laying back on Logan's bed, thinking of the centerfolds from his youth, and if he'll be disappointed when he sees Logan teeter out on wobbly heels.

Or, maybe Alex will like it, and want Logan to wear the costume more often. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other and his breath hitches as he's overwhelmed by a rush of sensations: the press of his chest against the corset cups, the pinch at his waist, the strain of his dick against the fabric. Logan feels pulled and tucked into a different shape, his body laboring under the strain of the costume, all for the sake of Alex's enjoyment.

He could get used to this.

Logan just has one more thing to get ready, and then he can reveal himself to Alex.

"Okay," Logan says, through the cracked door. "I'm--I'm ready."

Alex sits up in a rush. He's been laying on the bed, staring at the ceiling and internally freaking out for what feels like an hour. During training, Patrick makes him do mental exercises for perseverance and confidence, but none of them are helping quell thoughts like Logan thinks you're a freak and you're pushing him too far.

"Really?" he asks, and immediately feels stupid. "Really" feels like such a deeply unsexy response.

"Yes," Logan says. "I'm ready." His voice is soft, and he pushes open the bathroom door.

When Logan was holed up in the bathroom, Alex could hear the heels clicking against the floor as he walked back and forth. Now, on the carpeted floor, his steps are dulled, and the only sound in the room is Alex and Logan's breaths as Logan carefully makes his way over to Alex, sitting on the bed.

Logan looks unbelievable. Beyond Alex's wildest dreams, if he's being honest. His slim, shapely legs look long and graceful in the heels and fishnets, and the black corset makes him look willowy and curvy. The bunny ears bob gently as Logan walks.

Despite all of that, the sexiest part of the entire ensemble is Logan's expression. Shy and slightly embarrassed but earnest as he fights to meet Alex's (probably bulging) eyes, and a steady blush across his cheeks. He's obviously trying very hard, for Alex, and it cleaves Alex in half.

Logan comes to stand before Alex.

"Do you--" Logan's voice cracks. "Do you like it?"

"Do I like it," Alex repeats. He feels like he can't breathe. "Logan, you look incredible."

Logan takes another cautious step. There's something sexy and coquettish about the movement, as if he wants to get closer to Alex but is afraid to trip in his heels. Alex reaches out, and as soon as Logan is close enough he curls a hand behind one of his thighs.

"How do you feel?" he asks, looking up at Logan. He slips a finger through the hole of the fishnets and strokes it against Logan's soft skin, and watches as the flush on Logan's face deepens. This close, Alex can see that Logan is hard in his panties, and it makes him close his eyes for a moment, dizzy.

"Uh," Logan says. He lets out a wild little laugh, eyes bright, then he covers his face in his hands.

"Logan?" Alex says, a jab of panic going through him.

"I like it," Logan says quickly, spreading his fingers so that he can look at Alex. "It's just really embarrassing. To like it."

"It's not," Alex insists, and he tugs Logan closer, closer, until he gets Logan in his lap. "You look amazing. So sexy." He kisses Logan, feels Logan lean into the kiss with an immediate urgency.

"Is it like you imagined?" Logan asks, ducking his head into Alex's neck. He sounds desperate for reassurance, and it’s so quintessentially Logan.

"Better, honestly," Alex says, sliding his fingers back through the fishnets. He's quickly running out of words to say, his brain glazing over as he feels Logan shiver and pant as he runs his hands over Logan's body. The feel of the fishnets over Logan's skin makes Alex feel an unbridled level of lust, and he simultaneously wants to rip them and take them off with care.

Exploring further upwards, he drags a hand over Logan's cock, the head pressing through the thin fabric and leaking a wet spot. Logan whines, hands on Alex's shoulders as he squirms.

Alex had wanted to take his time with Logan in this costume--to have Logan suck him off, high heels digging into the carpet, or to lay Logan flat on the bed and run his hands over his body until he comes in his panties, dressed in fishnets and all. But now all he can think of is throwing Logan onto the bed and tugging the panties aside and fucking him until he cries.

Well. That sounds like an alright plan, actually.

As it turns out, putting Logan in a Playboy bunny suit renders him pliant and obedient, and it’s not hard to get Logan onto the bed, legs wrapped around Alex’s waist.

Alex is amazed at his ability to stay sane in the moment, looking down at Logan. He looks like something out of sixteen-year-old Alex’s wet dreams, blonde and pink and flushed against a white duvet. His chest looks plump in the corset’s bra, and it heaves with each labored breath Logan takes. Alex places his hand over Logan’s left breast and feels the soft-but-tough flesh, the frenzied heart pumping just underneath.

“So sexy,” Alex murmurs, throat tight. “How’d I get you to do this?”

He thrusts forward, grinding their cocks together. The panties are a strange, stretchy-satiny fabric, and stick from precum. The overall effect is arousingly tawdry. All that’s missing is the smell of cheap perfume, and Alex and Logan really could be in a forgotten backroom of the Playboy mansion.

Logan whines, back arching. His bowtie is skewed, and the bunny ears are getting warped as he writhes against the bed. “Please,” he mewls.

“I bet I can guess what you want,” Alex says, leaning down to kiss Logan on his open, wet little mouth. He feels like a man possessed. “A girl like you only ever wants one thing.” This gets Logan to whine even louder, ending on a choked little sob. Interesting.

“You pretend to be a nice girl,” Alex continues, half-insane. “But you look so good in this outfit, I bet it’s the sort of thing you wear all the time.” He trails a hand down Logan’s body, feeling the boning of the corset, then tracing the high-cut leg hole down to Logan’s crotch. Logan’s so wet now, on his front, and Alex reaches down to grip his own dick to give himself a second of relief.

Logan shakes his head. “Only–” he squeaks, before stopping himself.

“Only what?”

“I’d only wear this for you,” Logan says.

That makes Alex’s head spin, and he can’t stop himself from giving Logan another wet, bruising kiss. “Just me?” Logan nods frantically, and Alex kisses him again. A familiar feeling swells inside Alex, the same one that always comes up when he’s around Logan. It makes his skin feel tight and his chest hurt, and he needs to fuck Logan right now before that feeling has a chance to settle in.

“Fuck,” he rumbles, throat aching with words he can’t bring himself to say. In a burst of need, Alex rips a hole in the back of the fishnets, making Logan yelp. “I need–I need to–” Alex pants, hitching one of Logan’s legs up so that it’s bent over his shoulder. He buries his face into the stocking-clad calf by his face, letting the fishnet scrape against his skin. “Gonna fuck you, Logan,” Alex rasps, hands scrabbling at the newly exposed skin. Logan whines encouragingly, bucking so that his ass presses against Alex.

Frantically, Alex tears at the fishnet more, until Logan’s entire pelvis is free from it, and then shoves aside the crotch of the panties, to find—oh, God, oh Christ, to find that Logan’s hole is already wet and soft and waiting.

“Logan,” Alex croaks. “Did you–”

Flushed, Logan looks at Alex, over his literal heaving bosom, and nods.

“Oh, fuck,” Alex says. “Jesus, Logan.”

The chest pain is back, and he’s genuinely concerned he might be having a cardiac event. He’s having a hard time believing Logan is real, and not something that stepped directly out of a fantasy. He can’t resist slipping his finger inside to find that not only had Logan had prepared himself, he’d done so thoroughly.

“Got a bit carried away, did you?” Alex hisses, fucking Logan with his finger. Logan shivers and moans and shakes his head, although he doesn’t seem to have a defense.

The idea of Logan taking the time prepare himself—Alex imagines him with one heeled foot on the edge of the tub, pulling the panties aside to slip his fingers inside—is almost too much for Alex to bear, and by time Alex is slicked up and ready to press inside, he’s worried he’ll come embarrassingly quick. Logan seems to be in the same boat, though, from the way he wriggles and squirms and pushes his ass at Alex. Alex can’t think of a time he’s seen Logan this needy, this incredible combination of wanton and shy,

Carefully gripping the panties so that they’re well out of his way, Alex digs his teeth into his bottom lip and presses his way into Logan’s twitching, inviting hole. Almost immediately, Alex is breathless from the utter gutpunch that is Logan’s grasping heat.

“Oh, fuck, I don’t know if I can-” Alex chokes, but he keeps pushing forward. Prepared as Logan is, he’s still wonderfully, impossibly tight around Alex’s cock, and by time Alex has bottomed out, his vision is swarming with sparks. Filthy words fly to his mouth before he can even think. “Fuck, Logan, your fucking pussy feels incredible.”

Logan lets out a shocked moan, hands grasping at the bedsheets. Alex leans forward, bending the leg Logan’s propped up on his shoulder and planting his hands on the bed.

“You like that?” Alex asks, softly. He searches Logan’s face, finds more need and desperation. “Like when I compliment your pussy? The way it’s so sweet and tight around me? How can you be a Playboy bunny and still so tight and good for me?”

“Ah–” Logan whines, face twisting. “Saved it—saved it for you,” he whimpers.

“Saved it for me,” Alex repeats, rolling his hips. He grinds into Logan, barely pulling out before driving back in. “Haven’t fucked anyone else, have you? Kept your pussy nice and tight just for me?”

“Yes,” Logan sobs, raising his hips up off the bed to meet Alex’s thrusts better. If Alex could think about anything other than how good it feels to fuck Logan, how perfect each thrust feels, he’d be concerned about how he’s bending and twisting Logan. Of course, Logan’s flexible, just another way he seems to be perfect for Alex.

He knows Logan’s fucked other people before, but he also knows Logan hasn’t fucked anyone since their they’ve started fucking.

Truth be told, Alex hasn’t either. He can’t even imagine fucking anyone else, not when Logan this sweet, this perfect, dressed up in a corny costume because Alex wanted it for his birthday—fuck, Alex is close. The rhythm they’ve found together makes his nerves sing and his cock so hard it almost hurts.

“Going to come inside you,” Alex groans. Sweat rolls down his forehead, into his eyes. “Can’t get any on your nice little outfit, can I?”

Logan shakes his head, clamping down tight on Alex’s dick as if hoping to keep Alex to his word. It wouldn’t surprise Alex, knowing how much Logan likes when Alex comes inside.

“Fuck, Logan, fuck,” Alex curses. He rocks in one more time, pressing himself as deep as he can go, and comes. His hips jerk roughly as his orgasm courses through him, all the while Logan lets out soft, broken moans.

Every little reaction is like gold to Alex, and he doesn’t want it to stop. He can’t resist slipping his fingers back inside Logan after pulling out just to hear Logan cry out again, and again, and again. It’s only when the cries start to sound a little too raw to be only pleasure that Alex stops. He tugs the panties down over Logan’s hips to find that Logan’s already come.

"Fucking hell, Logan," he says.

Dizzy, Alex pulls his fingers out and collapses onto the bed next to Logan before tugging him over to kiss him. It’s a messy kiss, Logan’s face wet with sweat and tears and his mouth loose as his breath hitches. Still, Logan kisses Alex greedily, hands cupping Alex’s face as he clambers on top of him and presses his body into Alex’s.

“Jesus, Logan, let’s get this off of you,” Alex breathes when they pull apart. He reaches around and finds the small metal hooks keeping the corset closed in the back. One by one, he unhooks them, until the corset droops off of Logan’s body. Logan gasps once it’s off, as if it’s been restricting his breathing, and curls into Alex.

Alex looks at Logan. The corset's boning has pressed faint pink lines into the moist skin of his ribcage. Alex traces them with his finger, feeling the ridged, tender skin. They remind him a bit of the lines left by their balaclavas, and something in Alex's chest twists.

“Are you okay?” Alex asks, cupping Logan’s jaw.

Logan looks at him blearily. His eyes are red-rimmed and his lips are pink from being bitten, making him look paler than usual. “Fine,” he says, smiling softly. “That was great.”

Alex laughs. “Yeah, I’d say.” Suddenly feeling intensely tender, he gives Logan another kiss. “Um, that was a great birthday present. Thanks for going along with it.”

“No problem,” Logan says, closing his eyes. He presses his face into Alex’s neck. “Like I said, I liked wearing the costume,” he says, voice muffled.

“Yeah?” Alex ruffles Logan’s hair before finding the crumpled bunny ears crammed between the pillows. He slips them back onto Logan’s head, eliciting a soft snort. “It looked great on you.”

Logan squirms until the bunny ears are dislodged. “Happy birthday. Better start thinking about next year’s outfit.”

Alex blinks. The thought of Logan being around for his next birthday is a dangerously nice one. If Alex doesn’t fuck anything up, it might become a reality.

“I will,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss Logan’s temple.

#ohhh love this #fic #sargebon #f1 #f1 fic

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