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And then.

Oh god.

Logan’s pants arestuckto him. Because Robertmadehimcome. Or Logan just came. It’s all a blur in his mind. He remembers how he felt more than what actually happened. There was this intense, almost suffocating constriction that wrapped all around him and squeezed. And then, when it lifted, he came with an explosion.

It was frightening and exciting. He wants it again. Like skydiving or any activity where the fear and danger is the joy. Why do people climb Everest when they might die? Because of the challenge, the goal, the rush of knowing they survived something most people couldn’t.

Sometimes the agony and exertion are the best part.

He survived Robert’s dominance. He laughs, can’t stop laughing until his stomach aches. He breathes in Robert’s coat like an obsessed teenage girl until the cold of his pants once again demands his attention.

They are awful. So distracting. He’s contemplating sneaking out and going home to get cleaned up when the door unlocks, opens, and Robert comes in.

He has lunch in two white bags.

“Oh, good. You’re up. I brought food. I’m sorry I had to leave you here. I had a meeting I couldn’t get out of.”

“Thanks. You didn’t have to do that.” Logan blushes and can’t help but look down to see just how visible the mess is.

“I wanted to. Are you hungry?”

“Yes,” he admits, rubbing his hands over his eyes. How the hell will he get out of the building with his pants ruined?

“There are drinks in the fridge and spare clothes in the bathroom.”

Logan swallows nervously. “Why… why do you have spare clothes?”

“Because this is Designation Resources and it’s very common for submissives to release,” he says calmly, practically radiating “this is not a big deal” energy.

Robert’s head tilts toward a closed door. “That’s also why there’s a private bathroom. Go ahead, I’ll check my email and sort out food while you get cleaned up for lunch,” he says, turning his back on Logan.

Logan gets up and does his best not to waddle into the bathroom. He swallows down a whimper. He wishes he could be weak over this. Mortified, humiliated, and even ashamed, and then have Robert take care of him. If he did whimper, would Robert come to him?

He closes the door. Then he cleans up and changes into new underwear and sweatpants.

Cleanup takes too long and just gives him time to dwell and feel a little repulsed at himself and all of the stuff that came out of him.

Logan didn’t just release a little. This was years of denial and frustration and genetically manipulated overcompensation. He can’t believe there was so much release that he had to change clothes.

How can Robert even look at him?

And that’s nothing compared to the part he’s been trying not to think about. The fact that he came, in his pants, from Robert pressing his hand against his hole.

Through his clothing!

He was dressed!

There wasn’t even kissing or sex!

It was just Robert being all professional (is that professional?) with his “let me give you a hand” routine and Logan jizzing all over himself like an idiot.

What does it mean that his ability to release and come was centered at his hole and not his cock? Okay, he has a suspicion of what it means, but it’s a terrible thing to think about, and he’d like to stay willfully uninformed for a little longer.

Just like Daniel, he thinks, and forces the thought away.

If he can just make it through lunch, maybe things will be okay.

He’smortified.He’s pretty sure other people aren’t doing that in Robert’s office. Well, they better fucking not be, Logan thinks, furious and jealous at the very idea.

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