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“Logan, that isn’t his fault. And there’s no shame in it. He can’t help it. It’s rare and it isn’t easy to live with. If your father didn’t let him have a Dominant then he must have suffered greatly. We won’t let him live that way.”

“Do you mean it?” Logan asks, stunned at the easy acceptance.

“Of course. He’ll need a Dominant, Logan.”

“Yes. I didn’t believe it before. We’d argue about it and I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive myself for not understanding how hard it was for him. All he’s ever wanted was to belong to a Dominant. That’s what made Father hate him so. He couldn’t pretend like I did. He didn’t even want to and that made Father furious.”

“We will help him.”

Logan tries to say thank you but there’s a lump of emotion in his throat and he can’t. Robert means it. He is a good man who will take care of both of them until Daniel is settled with the right Dominant. Because Robert protects submissives. He wants to cherish Logan, take care of him. Keep him safe.

His father can’t hurt him now. Aaron won’t even try. “I’m free,” he whispers, voice ragged.

Robert’s hand drops to his side. “Yes, Logan. You are. You don’t need me to protect you, after all.”

“That’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying I thought my father would find a way to get me back, to lock me up and keep Daniel in stasis for the rest of his life, and I was so terrified of that happening to me too, that I’ve never even thought about what I might want for myself. Because I couldn’t have it. But now I can have anything I want. And I want to be with you. I was willing to risk my father’s wrath just to be with you. Knowing he’s not a threat any longer doesn’t make me want you less.”

Robert smiles in relief, stepping closer. Logan moves closer too, which means his face is buried in Robert’s groin and that makes him dizzy, too. “I want this,” he murmurs, and Robert’s hand settles on his head, fingers running through his hair.

“I’m sure you do. A little bit of comfort after the shock of what you’ve learned,” he says. “You need to be settled and know that you’re safe with me. That you’remine.”

“Yes, Daddy,” he murmurs, drunk on the scent of Robert, the heat of him, the cock hardening against his face. Only a scrap of fabric keeping him from his Daddy’s cock. Logan doesn’t have to be ashamed anymore. Doesn’t have to convince himself that he doesn’t want to submit.

Robert touches Logan’s neck, rubbing over his glands, and Logan squirms closer, unsure if he likes it or not. It’s sore and hurts, distracting him from the pleasure he’s thinking of. “Daddy,” he says, and it sounds like a whimper. But he can do that now. He says it again.

“I know, sweetheart. You’ll get used to it. It will get easier,” he says, and Logan releases, shuddering at the command and acknowledgement of his pain, and the fact that Robert isn’t going to stop. Not when this is what’s best for him.

“Fuck me like this,” he says, getting the words out quickly. Before he can change his mind or be embarrassed. “Tell me I need it, tell me I’ll get used to it, that I’m making you happy, and even if it—”

His breathing is ragged, shame racing through him, finally catching up to him and stopping him from confessing what he wants and needs.Even if it hurts.

“Lean into Daddy’s hand, honey. Let me rub you a little longer.”

His breath stalls in his lungs, embarrassed and resistant. “I already released,” he argues.

“Say ‘I already released, Daddy.’”

Logan has to force the words out. “I already released, Daddy,” he says, and Robert is right, that last word, calling him Daddy when he’s protesting is a reminder to both of them of their roles. It isn’t Logan’s decision. And truthfully, he doesn’t want it to be. He leans into Robert’s hand, obedient, acquiescing through his behavior so he doesn’t have to say it, not when the words are so difficult.

“Good boy. Just a little more, sweetheart. Isn’t that exactly what you need?”

He presses his lips to Robert’s cock, finding the head, mouthing at him through the fabric, desperate to taste him again, to have that heavy silken skin against his tongue, filling his mouth and then Robert would come.

And he’d be the one who made that happen. “I want to give you pleasure.”

“That’s my good boy. You’re sore, Logan. Swollen. But this is what you need and it will get easier. Even if it hurts, isn’t this what you need, baby? Don’t you trust Daddy to know?”

Logan goes still, stunned to realize that Robert knows exactly what he didn’t say.

He meets Robert’s gaze, managing a quick nod of agreement.

“I’ll fuck you like that, too, Logan.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Robert makes them change position so he’s sitting on the couch, legs spread wide, and Logan is on the ground, at his feet. He brings his cock out and feeds it to Logan but has him rest his head on Robert’s muscular thigh.

“You’re going to cockwarm and I’m going to pet you and you’re going to be very quiet and still while I make some phone calls. I think you have a lot to think about, sweetheart.”

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