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“You. It’s always you. It hurts. Help me,” he whispers, relieved to give in.

Robert sits down beside him, still keeping one hand on Logan’s face. Logan turns into him and somehow, he’s over Robert’s lap, straddling him, hands sliding up into Robert’s hair. He tries to kiss Robert but he turns his head away, and Logan settles for burrowing into his neck, breathing him in, sucking on the skin of his throat.

“Let’s start with your neck, Logan.”

Strong hands glide up his arms and Logan rocks back, stares at the ceiling and tries not to make a sound, not to grind against Robert, not to breathe unevenly. It’s all so difficult.

“Shh. You’re okay. Relax and let me. You’re safe. I have you.”

Robert’s fingers caress his jaw, move back toward his ears and then down, touching him all over as he explores Logan’s throat.

Then Robert brushes over the glands in his neck. Logan shivers and swallows down a whine.

There is a slight give in his neck, like a pulse as the locked-up muscles relax, and Logan’s shoulders drop in pleasure as Robert massages the area. It’s nice for exactly three breaths but then his chest is suddenly unbearable.

“No, my chest. Please!”

Robert makes a soft sound in his throat that shivers through Logan. He’s like a furnace, hot and solid and strong.

“Is it bad, honey?” Robert asks, voice rough.

“It hurts when I touch it,” he confesses. “And now you’re making it worse!”

“Poor thing,” Robert murmurs, hands already sliding up Logan’s ribs.

“The fabric is a lot,” Logan complains, wanting to take it off. He needs to feel Robert’s hands on his skin. “I want it off. Touch me. Hurry,” Logan demands. Then he realizes what he’s said, and he looks uncertainly at Robert. He shouldn’t make demands. He has no right to ask for anything.

“Off it goes,” Robert says easily, and lifts Logan’s shirt. Logan lets his arms rise so Robert can strip him. Robert tosses the shirt to the side, gaze going to Logan’s chest.

Robert licks his lips; his cheeks turn pink.

“Put your hands on my shoulders or around my neck,” Robert orders.

He reaches for Robert’s shoulders, happy to be directed, and can’t help but squirm on Robert’s lap, wanting to get pressure against his hole. He wants to feel Robert’s cock.

Robert cups Logan’s pecs in his hands and thumbs at his nipples. Logan cries out at the pleasurable agony, becoming limp and wanting. Is this something he can live without?

Robert squeezes the flesh of his pecs gently, and sharp spikes of discomfort go through him. “Shh, good boy. I know it’s a lot.”

“Ow, that hurts,” he says, confused that it doesn’t feel good. “You’re not here,” Logan says, though that might not make sense.

“You’re alright,” Robert murmurs, and presses his forehead to Logan’s.

“I don’tfeelyou,” Logan gasps. “I need your dominance.” He wants Robert to support him, to help him feel good, but he’s so distant that it’s just upsetting.

Logan shivers. His hands come down over Robert’s, gripping him tightly. “It’s lonely.” Tears fill his eyes. “It’s like you’re not here.”

“Logan, honey… I’m trying to keep a line for you. So you don’t regret this later.”

And suddenly Logan is aware of how restrained Robert is being, as if there’s a wave of lust and power hovering over Logan like a wave, ready to crash into him, kept back only by Robert’s will.

He wants Robert to break.

He wants all that control to snap, to crash over Logan and consume him whole.

“Give it to me,” he demands and presses his lips to Robert’s.

Robert flinches and turns his head to the side, hands tightening on Logan’s chest. Logan jerks in pain, grinding down and then he’s on top of Robert’s hard dick, poking against his ass, only a few layers of fabric away.

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