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“Soon it will be my come, sweetheart. It’ll drip out of you. This is nothing compared to Daddy’s come leaking out of your sore little hole.”

Logan whimpers and tries to touch his cock but Robert stops him, forcing Logan to help him in the kitchen and make dinner instead. Robert doesn’t let him use a knife and Logan can’t even argue because he’s so spaced out and needy that he’d definitely cut off a finger or two.

They eat lasagna and a massive salad. Logan drinks his glass of wine but then switches to water because he’s more dehydrated than he’s ever been.

Then they settle on the couch to watch TV and before the credits even start, Logan has his hand on his still-hard cock. If Robert notices, he doesn’t say, and Logan touches himself gently, intending to just explore how hard he is, how big he is. He has no real desire to come. But the touch feels so good and it doesn’t take long before he’s gripping the shaft and making tiny little movements. He buries his face in Robert's neck, breathing him in.

Robert doesn’t stop him. Doesn’t even turn to look at him. Robert has to know, doesn’t he? Logan moves closer, sucking a mark on to Robert's skin while his hand moves faster. He uses his free hand to find Robert's cock, which is rock hard in his sweats. “Daddy.”

“What, sweetheart?” he asks, voice rough.

“I think I need you,” Logan confesses, and saying it out loud makes the need worse. “I need to come. Please?”

Robert takes Logan’s hand off his cock and Logan whines. “Come on, baby. Over my lap.”

Logan gets up onto his knees, settles on Robert's lap and kisses him roughly.

“No. Let go of that cock. Fingers go into that greedy hole of yours.”

Logan whines. “I didn’t mean to touch it again.”

“I know. But now you know. You’re done with your cock for now. Let’s see how long it takes for you to come from fingering yourself.”

“But I—that’s not what I want and… what if Ican’t, Daddy?” he asks, shocked to hear himself begging.

Robert laughs. “I didn’t ask you what you wanted. I just told you what to do.”

Logan moans at that. His Daddy is evil. Logan lets his fingers go back, slipping between his cheeks. “Daddy, it’s hot there.”

Robert's hands slide around Logan’s hips, under the robe until his fingers touch Logan’s. Robert guides Logan’s fingers, has him press gently against his hole. “Burning up. Hungry for Daddy’s cock. That’s the problem, isn’t it, sweetheart?”

Logan tries to press his fingers inside.

“Soft now,” Robert murmurs, into Logan’s mouth, kissing him as he gasps at the feeling of both their fingers touching his hole.

“Let’s be sure you’re wet enough. Take that hand and put those fingers in my mouth so I can get them all wet.”

Logan shudders and swears at the order. Robert supports his hand, guiding it into his mouth as he sucks on Logan’s fingers. Robert's mouth is hot and wet.

“Oh, my god,” Logan moans. “If I can’t get off, will you put your mouth on me? Please?” It’s a sign of how desperate he is that he’s willing to ask.

“You’ll get off, baby. Daddy will make sure of it. There’s no way you can get Daddy’s cock in that tight little hole and not come all over yourself. I know it.”

Logan whimpers. “But…Daddy, if—if I can’t, then please?”

Robert kisses him on the nose like he’s a child scared of the dark. “Yes, my good boy, I promise. That would just feel so good for you, wouldn’t it?”

“Uh-huh,” he manages, and then his wet fingers sink inside his tight heat. There’s so much resistance and tightness. “Oh god. You’ll come so fast in me, Daddy.”

"Would you like that?”

“Y-yes.”

“Why will I come so fast?” Robert asks, sounding indulgent. He’s even smiling, as if he could talk to Logan all night. His fingers squelch, pumping faster in and out of his hole, and Logan is very afraid that he’s going to embarrass himself if his Daddy doesn’t fuck him soon. Wail and beg and who knows what else he’s capable of.

“I don’t want to beg you,” Logan confesses. He wants Robert to take him, fuck him, control him, be unable to stop himself from sinking into Logan’s tight heat. All this gentle waiting is torture.

Instantly, he’s scooped up into Robert’s arms, carried into the bedroom, and placed onto the bed. Robert yanks Logan’s fingers out of his hole and presses his own inside. His body is hard and heavy on top of Logan’s, his fingers big and demanding, so fucking demanding.

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