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“Oh god. Daddy, I can’t,” he gasps and writhes, fucking into his Daddy’s mouth but needing the pressure and fullness of his finger. His Daddy doesn’t fuck him, just keeps his finger inside his twitching hole, getting him used to it.

“I want to come,” he gasps, and then he is, spilling into Robert’s mouth, and his Daddy moans and swallows. As soon as it’s over he’s sensitive. “Stop. I have to hold it,” he begs, and Robert releases him, kissing his thigh, and Logan holds his own cock gently in his hand, unable to help himself.

“Shh, that’s a lot for my sweet boy,” he says, and crooks his thumb, pressing against Logan’s prostate, and the sensation is overwhelming, drugging, leaving him boneless and weak as his Daddy works him inside.

“You’re too dry, baby. I won’t finger fuck you until you’re all wet in there, but you need to get used to Daddy in your hole.”

“It’s good, Daddy,” he confesses, and tears spill down his cheeks.

Logan wants more. Needs it. “Now?”

“Soon, sweetheart. We need to get you fucked, don’t we?”

“Yes, please,” he whispers, shocked at his easy agreement. But everything feels different now. He doesn’t have to say no or resist his desires.

Everything is so much more intense than he thought it would be and he reaches for Robert, needing him close, needing his weight on top of him. “I need you to come inside me,” Logan says. He sobs, burying his face in Robert’s neck because he’s suddenly so emotional. “I have to know I’m yours, Daddy.”

Robert holds him tightly. “It’s alright. Don’t cry, sweetheart. We’ll get you ready for Daddy’s cock and I promise the world will be an easier place. You just need to know you’re mine. That you’re loved and safe.”

Home,he wants to say, but the word sticks in his throat.

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He wakes up and Robert's fingers are inside him, just two, barely moving at all.

“Daddy,” he whispers, and moves closer, pressing his head into Robert's chest. Robert's fingers start to slip out of him and Logan clenches, spasming around the fingers and then sighing as he tries to settle down. Whatever Robert wants. He risks giving him a glance. “Stay inside me?”

“My good boy. Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

“How do you feel?”

“Good. Amazing… empty. Wow. That was a lot easier to say than before.”

“Why?”

He doesn’t have to think about it too long before the answer comes to him. “You needed me so much. You needed to fill me up and give me your come. If I’m empty it’s because you need to give me something.”

Robert grins at him. “I suppose that’s true. I’m glad, Logan. It should get easier and easier as time goes on.”

Robert's fingers press ever so slowly back inside him. It’s distracting. He moans and can’t speak until Robert goes still. Logan is just so full now. He sighs happily.

“My goodness, aren’t you agreeable.”

“Yup. That’s what they say about me.”

Robert laughs. His fingers ease out and then in again. “Fuck. I love your ass, Logan. I loved being inside you. I’m obsessed now.”

Logan buries his face in the pillow. The embarrassment might never go away even if the shame does. Robert's fingers press slowly against his submissive glands. “Daddy. That’s… I could come,” he says. He’s really fucking hard, and between the fingers in his ass and being pressed against the bed, he could definitely grind one out. If that’s what Robert wants.

“Stay still,” he orders, and Logan grunts. That’s all he’s got. Robert chuckles and lies down next to him, which makes the fingers inside him press more firmly against his gland.

“Daddy. Careful.”

“I want to leave you hard for a while. Can we do that?”

Logan sighs heavily. Robert kisses his cheek.

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