"Yeah, I better or I'll never get you cleaned up," he agreed, his voice husky and soft against Logan's neck. He dipped the cloth again and dropped to his knees, thoroughly cleaning Logan's legs and then rising a little as he took special care to clean up his cock. Slowly. Firmly. He looked up from his low vantage point and licked his lips.

"Do you want me to hurt you, Logan?" he asked, the question all the more strange when asked by the man kneeling at his feet.