“They’re worse than us. I didn’t think that was possible,” Dom laughed, shaking his head. “Pretty good, yeah,” he said, playfully nipping at Logan’s neck in response. “True. And she is close with Hunter. He’s really scary. Like slit your throat in the middle of the night scary,” he frowned. “Or we could take their brownies… I mean, college is a time for experimentation, right? And you’re the only one I want to do all my sexual experimentation with, so that leaves everything else.”
“Me either.” Logan agreed. He shivered gently when Dom nipped at his neck, allowing it to tilt to one side just slightly, opening up space. “Mm, stop that, or we won’t be unpacking for at least another hour. And we were talking about slowing down the frequency of our sex, weren’t we? For safety’s sake.” Logan raised a brow, and nodded. “Yeah. He’s - strange. I can’t get a read on him.” His brow arched a little further, expression considering. “You mean sex when high? You’d want to do that? I suppose it might be - interesting.”










