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“Why don’t I sit down?” he says, which is good because Logan was definitely thinking about burying his face in the Dominant’s groin. He’s so tired. Tired and weak and so damn lonely.

Robert is bright, alluring, and he wants to bask in that brightness, cover himself with it. How does he get it inside himself?

If he could just devote himself completely to Robert, he’d feel okay. Robert wouldn’t let Logan blow him, would he? He wouldn’t be very good at it, though. Would Robert be willing to train him to do it right?

Robert sits down next to him, holding out his hand, and Logan takes it, ducking close so his head is tucked against Robert’s shoulder.

“You smell good,” Logan whispers, moving close.

Robert shivers and his free hand sinks into Logan’s hair, keeping him still.

“What happened, Logan?” he asks, cheek against Logan’s head. It’s so nice. Why can’t he always have this?

“Don’t know. I had…” He has no idea what he was going to say. “I’m tired.”

“You’re burning up, honey.”

“Am I?”

“But you don’t go into a release cycle, right?”

“No.”

“Hmm. Okay. How about you lie back down?”

“For you?”

“Yeah. For me. Logan, you’re circling a drop, but you need to go a little deeper and you’ll feel better. Can I help you get there?”

“Would I stay with you?”

“That’s right. Right here on my couch and with my coat.”

“That sounds nice.”

“Can I help you?”

“No, I should help you,” Logan says, taking his hand out of Robert’s and putting it on Robert’s thigh.Push me down, he thinks.Make me ask for it.

“I’m fine. I don’t need help,” Robert says firmly.

“Please? Oh fuck, please, please let me?” he manages and slips off the couch. Please is such a beautiful word.

“Nope. Up you go,” Robert orders, hard and cracking with dominance that slams Logan back to reality. Everything is bright and harsh.

Oh god. He’s on the ground. His hand is tight in Robert’s because Robert is stopping Logan from reaching for his dick.

Logan’s heart pounds in his chest, that pleasant haze of lust and willingness starting to burn away, leaving him cold. He fucked up. “Oh shit. I should go.”

“No, you really shouldn’t.”

“I’m better now, I’ll just go home,” he says, shoving to his feet. He takes a step and then another and his teeth start to chatter.

“You can’t go anywhere right now. There is no way I can let you out of here in the state you’re in. Sit down. Let’s get you sorted out.”

“Fuck you, you can’t make me stay here,” Logan growls, and Robert winces.

“Logan, you’re beginning to crash. Did something happen before you got here?”

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