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It’s certainly notsomething he’d expected from the encounter, but Logan won’t say no to rimming—especially considering the skill the call boy has demonstrated so far.

Logan braces himself up, tilting his hips back as far as he can and Henry hums against his ass, perhaps as a thank you. The man spreads him softly and begins to lick patterns into his ass—Logan losing himself almost immediately in the warm, teasing sensation.

And although Logan isn’t ready to forgive the other man yet for bringing him so close to orgasm and then so rudely denying him, it’s hard to stay mad at someone with such a talented mouth.

Henry goes to work again, kissing, sucking, and circling Logan’s entrance with a practiced rhythm, building a crescendo of sensations. It’s all he can do not to squirm under the teasing, wanting nothing more than to stroke himself off and feel a perfect release of the two sensations coming together.

He doesn’t notice the noises he’s making until a few minutes in: choked moans and something else, almost like a hiccup. He’s never even heard himself make them before and he fights a feeling of growing self consciousness at so freely and loudly appreciating the pleasure.

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While Logan had gonetense and rigid while being sucked off, he’s gone boneless and pliable as Henry eats his ass. Henry waits until Logan’s muscles feel yielding and soft before pushing the pace yet again.

Logan seems not to notice as Henry’s free hand finds the small bottle of lube. He uncaps it with one hand and tips it down, letting the fluid drip into his palm. When he’s got enough to coat his fingers, he clicks the cap back into place.

He licks higher then, a finger tracing to Logan’s opening. Even higher as he circles Logan’s entrance with the slicked pad of his finger. And finally he swallows down the man’s cock as he presses a finger slowly and gently into him.

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Logan has abandonedany hope of control, any semblance of sophistication, as he moans openly at the touch. He can’t even think straight anymore—he’s been boiled down to a handful of synapses and nerve endings.

* * *

Henry strokesLogan inside and out, searching in him for the hard bud of his prostate. Logan begins to relax around him as Henry continues to suck and tease him, and Henry presses a second slender finger into the man. He finds the fleshy button almost immediately and the needy sounds of Logan above him intensify.

“Holy shit,” Logan says, going rigid. His cock pulses with a satisfying jolt in Henry’s mouth, and he hums around it as he presses the bud inside of Logan.

He could almost laugh at the sounds the man begins making. He sounds more outraged and confused than turned on, his moans going strangled and higher as Henry sets a slow pace.

And the muscles beneath him begin to contract like springs again as Henry continues to work. Logan is panting now, and Henry’s pace peaks at a steady rhythm.

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Logan feelslike there’s an orgasm building inside of him from a dozen places at once, his muscles going taut with the sweet pressure of pleasure as it spreads across his skin, inside of his body.

He’s well aware of the fact that the smaller man is playing him like a goddamn instrument, each stroke inside of him stacking pleasure on top of pleasure until Logan feels like he’s past the point of no return and then—

Henry’s pulling away again, his hand disappearing, the velvet pressure of his throat vanishing. He groans despair into the air above him, and all he can feel is his cock twitching in the air, trying to find purchase, to generate friction against something, and Henry’s lips as he kisses down his thighs again.

As much as Logan would love to hurl a witty insult at the call boy between his thighs, his head is wrecked. Instead, he pants, defeated, into the air.

Whatever game the kid is playing at is as sweet as it is terrible.

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With one last kiss, Henry pulls away and straightens out. He surveys Logan from the foot of the bed. The man looks defeated, his erection bobbing and straining while the rest of his body sinks limp into the mattress. He gives Henry a desperate look.

Henry needs to buy time to let his client recover, so he climbs up to straddle the other man again. And while he’d spent the last minutes pouring his effort into torture, he now works on soothing Logan, stroking him gently but chastely.

He lets Logan pull him close now, not fighting it.

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Frustration at being deniedan orgasm for a second time melts after a few minutes into a sweet limbo. He feels half-high and everything is heightened—the smell of the other man, the sensations of touch on his skin. This time when Logan pulls Henry closer to him, the other man lets him.

His skin is impossibly smooth and flawless, and Logan kisses up into his chest, enjoying every quality of the other man’s porcelain physique. He smells like equal parts spice and citrus, not overpowering but quite distinct, and Logan doesn’t know how he’d missed it before.

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