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“Come on, sweetheart. Let it out now.”

A convulsion goes through him, forcing all his muscles hard and tight, unable to relax, unable to breathe for long moments as his body is racked with sensation. His Daddy keeps rubbing, doesn’t stop even though Logan is shaking hard under him.

“You’re alright. It’s okay, baby. I know. I know,” he says again and again. Logan tries to make a sound, needs to breathe, needs to relax—what if he dies, strung out on this painful pinnacle? And then his muscles go lax, as if he’s a marionette whose strings have been cut, and he’s weightless, close to unconscious, spots behind his eyes like he’s fainting as everything rushes out of him. Come and release and toxins. He knows that’s what it is.

“Good boy. What a good boy you are. You’ll feel so much better now, Logan. Just wait and see.”

22

The strangest thing about waking up the next time is that Logan feels like a completely different person. There is something soft and settled inside him that’s managed to crowd out some of the jagged bits that he’d gotten used to. It’s easier to breathe and to stretch. To smile and get out of bed. He goes to the bathroom and looks at himself in the mirror. He’s smiling. That isn’t normal.

“I’m going to take a shower.”

“Okay. Towels are in the cupboard,” Robert says, voice muffled in the pillow. Logan grins at the thought that he’s worn his Daddy out. His Daddy was stressed and exhausted from worrying about him, all the fear he was holding on to, and now it’s gone. His submission allowed his Daddy to rest.

It’s a realization he’s going to have to think about for a while.

Logan finds a towel and gets into the shower. He needs to buy new underwear. The Dominant underwear he’d owned is too thin. It’s meant to give a Dominant space to get hard. To be comfortable. It has extra space so their balls don’t feel too crowded.

Submissive underwear for men is something he’s seen but hasn’t bought, and they always have words like support and comfort on them. They also can open at the back, almost like boxers but the slit is bigger and goes all the way to the back. If a submissive is going to have sex or finger themselves or whatever, then they can.

He imagines it. Having that type of underwear so that he’s available for his Daddy if he’s needed. Or if his Daddy wants him to release, is maybe taking care of Logan, then it won’t be this horrible, embarrassing mess. Those are both excellent reasons to get submissive underwear.

So, that’s a pretty big mental shift. The fact that Logan’s willing to wear them. Maybe even wants to. Maybe Robert would go with him to buy them?

Maybe Robert would pick them out?

Logan gets out of the shower and there’s a robe and a pair of underwear on the counter. Neither of them are his, but neither of them were there when he got in, either. The robe is silk and heavy and smells like Robert. It’s dark blue, long-sleeved, goes down to mid-calf, is really comfortable, and he may never take it off.

The underwear is also new but is submissive, padded at the front for release absorption. He opens the door.

“The robe smells like you.”

Robert blushes. “Well, yeah. I thought you’d be happier if I wore it for a bit.”

“You’re right, Daddy.” Well, turns out enough time has gone by that saying “Daddy” has a bit of the embarrassment factor back again. Which is fine. He’ll say it until it doesn’t and repeat until it’s natural.

He puts on the underwear and returns to Robert.

Robert looks him up and down. “Look at you. Even your feet are cute.”

“What? No,” he says, protesting for the sake of it.

Robert prowls closer. Logan’s heart skips a beat and he blushes. Robert is definitely appreciating the view. He wants Robert to always look at him like that.

“God, look at you. That’s the worst tie job I’ve ever seen. That robe is gonna slip right open.” Logan puts his arms around Robert’s neck, trying to repress his own grin as Robert continues. “You’re torturing me, aren’t you?”

“Of course not. When did you buy this stuff? Or is this part of what Dominants do? Have submissive underwear and new-but-Dominant-worn-robes hanging around in their closets just in case?”

Robert kisses him, not answering the question.

“You need to answer the question of when you bought these things or I’ll tie it properly.”

“Ah, blackmail. That’s also cute.” He kisses Logan fondly on the nose. “Um, remember when we went to dinner at my parents’?”

“Yeah.”

“I was out shopping with my sister two days later and she encouraged me. After a few drinks. And the underwear just taunted me from the shop window.” Robert starts kissing his neck. “Do they fit?”

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