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Logan would rollhis eyes if he weren’t so turned on.

The boy’s slow pace is leaving him aching for more, anticipating each movement.

Finally he pulls Logan’s boxers off all the way, discarding them on the floor in front of the bed before kissing his way back up, starting at Logan’s knees. The kisses grow wetter and more intense as he makes his way towards Logan’s hips until he’s sucking patterns into Logan’s thighs.

With one hand, Henry grips Logan by the base, kissing a pattern from his balls to his tip. And then without warning, Henry swallows down his length in one efficient movement.

Logan doesn’t even recognize the sound he makes at the sudden warmth, the velvet sensation of Henry’s throat stroking down onto him. Henry stays put only a moment—puffing out a breath of air and nodding down to press his nose into Logan’s belly, as if to make a point—before he’s pulling back slowly, his tongue pressing into the bottom of his shaft as he comes up for air.

“Holy shit,” Logan says. “Please do that again.”

Henry grins up at him, clearly enjoying himself.

“Maybe later,” he says. “If you’re nice to me.”

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Havinga boss who appreciates your talents and hard work is always a gratifying experience—and working as a sex worker is no exception.

As he lays licks and kisses up and down Logan’s length, Henry can feel himself getting hard again. The man is growing increasingly needy as Henry teases away. Finally he begins to build a rhythm, swallowing down his cock again—though not quite with the deep-throat intensity of the first tease.

Logan rewards him with a symphony of new sounds, alternating gruff sighs with higher moans. It’s a nice departure from the man who half an hour ago wouldn’t so much as smile at him.

And as he works, Henry begins to learn about the other man’s body, noting which movements make him twitch, what speed causes him to tense up, trying his best to put together all of the clues that will let him know when the other man is close to orgasm.

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After the intense teasing, Logan is surprised to feel Henry building to a relentless rhythm as he strokes up and down Logan’s cock. And although initially he’d hoped to have sex, as an orgasm builds in the base of his spine, Logan doesn’t mind a bit that the other man is going to bring him to completion with his talented mouth.

He’s ready to come, resigned to his fate, as Henry deepthroats him again, rolling his balls casually with one hand and burying Logan to the hilt with his throat. Logan can almost count down the strokes before he crashes into orgasm.

With an obscene pop, Henry pulls off, holding his balls but ceasing all contact with Logan’s cock. Henry presses a sweet kiss into the inside of Logan’s thigh as Logan bucks up into nothing, and Logan groans into the air with a frustrated noise that’s halfway between weeping and outrage.

He hears Henry laugh—actually laugh!—at the sound.

Logan feels like he’s missed the last step on a flight of stairs, like he’s taken a sip of a drink expecting soda only to find water, like he’s let his foot off the gas to go forward before realizing that the car’s still in reverse.

The sexual vertigo is almost too much to take. He’d been right fucking there.

The abrupt stop is worse than just a lack of orgasm. It’s like an anti-orgasm. His whole body feels like it’s throbbing.

“Jesus Christ,” Logan says, guttural, hitching himself up onto an elbow to frown down at the man. “You’re inhuman.”

Henry is smiling and flushed, his lips shining and a dark pink. He licks a long stripe down Logan’s thigh as the other man watches, but Henry lets his cock continue to bounce free and neglected.

“You wanted to see what I can do, right?” Henry says in between gentle bites into his skin. “It’s going to take longer than ten minutes to do that.”

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Henry continuesto tease and watch Logan, observing the rise and fall of his chest as it slows, feeling the tension as it flows out of his muscles again. Finally, when the other man has edged away from orgasm, Henry lets his hands roam again, stroking lightly up his length.

Logan sighs hard above him, letting his head fall back hard onto the mattress.

His frustration is almost palpable and it stokes Henry’s fire like nothing else.

Henry takes his place between the other man’s thighs again, using his tongue to tease his way down to Logan’s balls, then behind his balls, then lower. The client is well groomed and sweet smelling all over, and Henry takes it as an invitation, licking past his balls. Logan tilts up into the sensation and Henry pushes his legs with a light but encouraging pressure.

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