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“Logan,” he says again, even more quietly. Which is not good. But this is serious.

“And I will make afucking mess.I will lose my goddamned mind if you let me go out of some bullshit idea that you’re helping me.”

Robert scowls at him. He rubs his arm and holds it out for Logan to see. “Look, you’re giving me goose bumps. I won’t let you go. Stop threatening me.”

“Huh,” Logan says, suddenly pleased with himself. “Serves you right. You always make me feel weird things.”

Robert sighs in exasperation. “I’m not letting you go. I’m just trying to be honest with you about what you’re getting because I won’t be the one to walk away. You have no idea how much I want you. The role I want you to play in my life. I’ve been trying to protect you, trying to keep a friendly distance, but that’s not useful anymore. Now you’re mine and I can… I can have you.”

“Oh,” Logan whispers, and it feels like his stomach swoops down and up, desire crashing over him. “I want to get down on my knees,” he says, and tries to laugh but can’t.

It isn’t funny. It’s serious. The need and desire to belong to Robert is growing by the second. Logan can see Robert out of the corner of his eye. He’s looming and large and Logan feels weirdly small and warm in the enclosed space. He’s trapped.

Logan hauls in a breath.

“Easy.” Robert stands behind him, his hand sliding over Logan’s stomach. He kisses Logan’s neck.

“It isn’t bad. I want it.”

“Good. What a good boy you are.”

“I want to be. I’ll try. Just don’t let me go.” His voice is a whisper.

“I won’t. I need you.”

“Good. D-Daddy.” He forces the word out. It’s both pleasurable and frightening to say.

“Fuck. Say it all the time, honey. Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy,” he says, aroused and needing something. “I’ll try.”

“You’re gonna be my good boy and take care of me, aren’t you?”

“You do mean… um, sexually, right? Yes, Daddy,” he breathes, almost collapsing. There’s so much dominance coming off of Robert, just overwhelming Logan, choking him in the small space. He reaches back, hand over Robert’s hard cock, stunned at actually feeling him. How much he wants Logan. “I want to suck you. But what if I’m not any good at it?”

“I want that, too. And I’ll train you, sweetheart. Just how I like. But we’re not doing that here. Finish packing up your things and you can have it when you get home.”

There’s a fluttery sensation in Logan’s stomach. “Is that my reward for being good, Daddy?” He glances at Robert in the mirror, meeting his hazel eyes. Logan is suddenly nervous. The anticipation is terrifying.

“Yeah, I think it will be,” Robert practically growls. “That’s the kind of reward you need?”

“I think so,” he whispers.

Robert keeps his hand wide and flat on Logan’s stomach, then slides his other hand up Logan’s thigh, over his soft cock. Logan whimpers.

“Sorry, Daddy.”

“What are you apologizing for?”

“I’m not… I don’t usually get hard.” Logan shakes his head. “I’m sorry. I wanted more time before you had to know. Please—”

“Shh, hush, baby.” Robert undoes Logan’s pants, and Logan whimpers in shock at the entitled touch.

“You said we had to go,” he manages, leaning back into Robert. Now he feels both protected and exposed. His eyes drift closed, pleasure coursing through him at being manhandled. He loves Robert being distracted by him, deviating from the plan because he wants to literally get into Logan’s pants.

“We do. But now I have to see my sweet boy. How can I wait when you say something like that?” Robert pulls down the zipper of Logan’s pants, flicking a glance at him. Logan’s cheeks are red in the mirror and he’s gripping Robert’s arm so tightly his knuckles are white.

“I won’t have you be afraid, Logan.” Robert slides his hand inside with a soft groan, gripping him through his underwear. “Not when you’re perfect. Look at that. You fit perfectly in my hand, don’t you? Perfectly soft.” Robert watches his own thumb rub over Logan’s cock.

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