Logan’s hand remained frozen around Damon’s cock, the weight and burning heat of it searing into his palm like a brand. It was thicker than he expected, velvet-smooth skin stretched over rigid hardness, a vein pulsing faintly against his fingers. He gave one tentative, experimental stroke from base to tip, watching as a fresh bead of pre-cum welled at the slit and trickled down over his thumb.Damon let out a shaky, needy moan that echoed softly in the marble bathroom stall. “Fuck… yes, Mr Wale,” he breathed, hips twitching forward. “Just like that. Don’t stop now… your hand feels so good on me.”The sound of his name in that wrecked, desperate voice sent a forbidden thrill racing down Logan’s spine. He stroked again, slower this time, feeling every inch, every ridge.Wait! What the hell am I doing? Logan thought, staring at his own hand moving on another man’s cock. This wasn’t him. He had never touched another man like this. Never wanted to. Yet here he was, in a public bathroom sta
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