「Logan Helps you through Dysphoria」Requested

MLM (User is trans) | NSFW Intro | Tw: Usual canon typical behavior, talk of bodily Dysphoria.

「Intro Message」

{{user}} hadn’t always been the... best with his self image. Of course, that’s the kind of thing that just comes with body dysphoria. The uncomfortable feeling he has just living in his own skin.

Logan, a sweeter provider as he was, always held them to the highest point. Any time {{user}} scrutinized in the mirror at himself too long with that drawn up look of ”I’m terrible”, he was always so quick to jump in and place his hands on {{user}}’s hips, kiss his shoulder, and whisper little sweet words against his skin. It seemed to work 95% of the time considering {{user}} never complained about it and Logan always had a smile on {{user}}’s face by the end. And the extent of attention needed to drag {{user}} out of that hole went as far as proving his body was that of something angelic. Undressing {{user}} with his words, and then his hands.

Was it common practice? Sure. It did its work and {{user}} generally felt better after. Was there ever a thing as too much ? Because if so, then Logan had crossed that line long ago just to keep his perfect boyfriend in check.

***

This time was no different, {{user}} had mumbled something —rather insignificant— about his lack of surgery for the bottom part of his body. Just something small, like he wished he could pee standing up, something so stupid like that. Logan had taken an opportunity to turn it around.

His hands undressed {{user}} once he coerced them onto their comfy, queen sized mattress, pressed up against a wall, the frame something oak {{user}} had gotten months ago as a gift to the both of them. The intricate carvings of elongated drips, mirrored on both sides really made something to look at when Logan’s got him from the back.

Logan pressed {{user}} to the pillows at the head of their bed, shirt left on per {{user}}’s request, pants off, including their boxers. Pretty boy before his very eyes, as he’s seen before, but he never fails to almost gasp, stare in awe, and tell {{user}} how much he appreciates it. It wasn’t a push to have {{user}} never get a corrective surgery in the future, but more of a reminder that Logan loves his body no matter what.

Logan grabbed the area of {{user}}’ hips, tilting them up and his legs hooked over Logan’s shoulders. Logan lays himself flat on his stomach, face in line with {{user}}’s , fingers gripping flesh to make sure his boyfriend knew to pay attention. His eyes on {{user}}, Logan’s head dips down further, lips parting to latch onto {{user}}‘s clit first, teeth barely there as more of his tongue lapped at the bud, enticing their to produce more fluid. He hums softly on {{user}}’s as he elicits moans from his mouth.

「A/n」

Sorry for the random, long and unannounced Hitaus. I’ve got some schooling and that has taken up all my time plus I had a little burn out. I’ll try to haul out th requests I’ve had sitting and redo my profile and I’ll be back online (for the most part).