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“Perfect, Logan. Fucking soak me with it. That’s what I want. There isn’t enough, baby. Keep going.”

Logan releases, has to, because that’s what Robert wants. He slumps down when he can’t take it anymore, letting Robert’s arms hold him steady as Robert’s tongue, lips, and teeth work him over.

His chest aches, his nipples throb, and everything is hot and tender.

Robert’s lips are flushed and swollen. He stares at Logan’s chest. “That’s so pretty, Logan. You’re gorgeous. What a good fucking boy you are for Daddy. Touch yourself. Feel the difference, baby.”

Logan touches his own chest with a shaking hand, surprised at how easily his fingers sink into the flesh. He’s been hard there for so long that he hadn’t realized just how unnatural it was. Tears fill his eyes. His body was hurting and he’d gotten used to it.

It’s a revelation.

“There you are. Isn’t that nice? Don’t they feel better now?”

“Thank you,” he says.

“You’re welcome.”

“I’d need it a lot,” Logan says, embarrassed. “If I was going to stay this way.”

He thinks his pecs lay a little different now, have a little drop to them. When he pushes them together, they move differently. They’re still sore, but now it’s like overworked muscles instead of an infected wound.

Robert can’t take his eyes off of Logan’s chest, hungrily watching Logan touch himself.

“Feel how much softer they are, Daddy,” Logan offers, wanting to be touched again.

Robert touches Logan’s chest with the tips of his fingers. He’s careful, almost reverent. As if the storm of his dominance has abated, was absorbed by Logan and expelled with his release.

“You should be in lace. Maybe silk.”

“You could choose it for me,” Logan says, happy at the idea.

“I could choose it for you,” Robert agrees easily. “Daddy’s pretty boy. All dolled up for me, and—” He stops, blinking.

Logan is suddenly cold. Robert’s dominance is packed away. It’s awkward. His pants are gross and wet.

“You took it away. I have to change.” He wants to cry, mortified at his behavior. All the pleasure of their encounter is fading, obscured by shame and the loneliness he always feels.

How could he have called him Daddy? How will he face him when they meet again? He shifts on Robert’s lap, disgusted at how wet he is. Again.

“Oh god.… You’ll need to change clothes, too. I’m so sorry,” Logan says.

“Don’t apologize. That’s my reward. You were so good for me, Logan. I’m proud of you.”

A wisp of his dominance curls around Logan and he wants to cuddle back into him, stay with Robert and be with him for as long as Robert will let him.

He needs to say something but he doesn’t have any idea where to start.

Robert’s phone blares, shaking on the desk with the intensity of the vibration. An urgent communication.

“Shit,” Robert says, and moves Logan off of him, hastily putting his jacket over Logan as he goes to his desk.

He’s hard. His cock is big, straining against the material of his pants. He adjusts himself with one hand as he opens up the messages, then grimaces.

“Goddamn. I’m sorry, Logan. They’ve got a recovered submissive incoming and I have to be there.”

“That’s fine,” Logan says. It had to end, didn’t it? “It really isn’t a big deal. Now I can go home and shower. I might take a nap.”

“Right,” he says, frowning as he studies Logan to see if he’s lying.

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