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It’s like he’s in a tunnel and all he can see is Robert; everything else is wavy and false. Robert is reality. The rest of the world means nothing.

“No, baby. I’m not holding back. You’re going to take a nap and you’ll feel so much better. You’ll be safe with me.”

“I feel you,” he says, sighing in relief. He puts his hand over his heart, knowing he’s calming down abruptly, his heartbeat slowing, and it’s incredible to have the fight disappear. Things are easy now. He’s already a little floaty, Robert’s voice everywhere. So intense it’s like he can see and hear the words, as if they have points and heat as they anchor into his body.

“You could hurt me with just words,” he whispers. He closes his eyes, the room too bright.

“Back, Logan, lie back. I won’t hurt you.”

He obeys with a sob. “Robert? Do I need this? Can’t I do this for you?” he pleads, suddenly confused and turned around. Lost and unsure how he feels. He knows his voice has gone high and the anxiety is coming back. “Everything should be for you. Not for me.”

“Taking care of you is for me. That’s what I want. Obey me and I will be happy.”

“You will?”

“I need this from you, Logan. I need to help you, honey. You’re safe. You’re going to have a nap. It’s me and you. Isn’t that alright? Do this for me. Be my good boy.” Robert’s hand is on Logan’s face and Logan struggles to get his eyes open.

Robert is so close, so perfect, that Logan raises his own hand to touch Robert’s in return.

“I don’t want Hank.”

“No, no one wants Hank. You’re safe here,” he assures.

“I’m safe with you,” Logan whispers, breaking out in goose bumps, pleasure rolling through him as he gives in to Robert’s will. “I’ll do it. I want to. I think I’d do anything for you.”

“There you go, perfect boy,” Robert says, voice low. He smiles and kisses Logan’s forehead. “Go ahead, sweetheart. Take a nap. Just drop, sweetheart.”

He almost goes. He does. He wants to. He whines, opens his eyes, and tries to sit up. Robert seems surprised.

“Logan, dropnow. You need it. I want this. You’re going to give this to me,” he says, and Logan collapses back into the couch. His chest is throbbing.

“No. I don’t want to be wet,” he protests, the words thick in his mouth.

Robert presses his jacket over Logan.

“You’re so strong, Logan. You can’t help but fight. I know it’s tough, sweetheart. You need to be touched,” Robert says, and his warm palm presses gently on Logan’s neck, rubbing over the tight knot of his swollen gland. Logan starts to leak, underwear damp as he releases.

“Oh! I’m sorry,” he gasps, and tries to shift his body away so Robert can’t see the mess he’s making. Robert is looking at him curiously, as though he can’t figure out what Logan is apologizing for.

“Are you okay?”

“Felt good. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Robert’s gaze flicks down and Logan whimpers when Robert sees the release seeping through his pants and realizes just how much his touch affected Logan.

“Logan. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” he says, voice rough. “Good boy. I like that you did that. I want you to feel good, sweetheart. Can you lie on your stomach?”

“Messy,” he whispers. Tears fill his eyes.

“Shh. Just obey now. Can you do that for me? That was so perfect, Logan. I don’t care what anyone has told you. I wanted that. I want it again. It just means you need to feel better. You can always give that to me.”

“Oh, Robert…please,” he whispers.

Robert rubs at his neck with firm pressure and almost instantly he’s releasing again. “I can’t help it. I don’t want to. I don’t. You’ll make it worse if you tell me you like it.”

“I do like it,” Robert growls, and this is what Robert must mean when he says his dominance is oppressive because Logan can hardly breathe. He’s squashed. There is no escape. No fighting.

There is only surrender.

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