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Logan's eyes narrowed.
"You'retryingto make me back out of the deal, aren't you?" Logan said, certainty climbing rapidly up his spine.
Oz only shrugged. "So what if I am? Better for you to call this off now, than get yourself in deeper than you can handle, right?"
"I can handle it just fine," Logan informed him. "I'm not giving up."
"Suit yourself." Oz shrugged indifferently. "Fuck, you're pretty when you pout. Did you know that?"
"'M not pouting," Logan grunted. "And I'm not pretty, either."
"Oh, but you are," Oz disagreed. "That jaw, those eyes, and these cheekbones of yours?"
Logan jerked back as Oz dragged the crown of his cock across Logan's left cheek.
"Oz!" Logan yelped. "What the fuck did you do that for?"
"Because it doesn't break your oh-so-precious rule," Oz laughed. "And for your information — that wide-eyed look you're wearing right now? Very,verypretty."
Logan huffed, but…a deal was a deal, right? He'd faced — literally — worse playing on his high school wrestling team when football was in the off-season. This… this was a cakewalk in comparison. He could handle it.
"And these lips!"
"Fuck off!" Logan snapped, rearing back as Oz rubbed the head of his cock across Logan's bottom lip, the sound of Oz's snickering filling his ears, making him flush hot.
"Too much for you, straight boy?" Oz smirked. "Need to back out of our little deal already?"
Logan growled low in his throat, even as his gut churned.
Oz is my only option,he told himself.I'll lose everything if I back down now
Plus, then he'd have to put up with Oz's smug smirk every day, both of them knowing Logan had wussed out. That he couldn't hack it.
"Come on," Oz teased, his cock sliding over Logan's brow and down his nose. "If you don't like it, use your safe word. Otherwise, close your eyes. Pretend I'm a woman if you have to."
"Kind of hard to do that when you're rubbing your fuckingdickacross my face," Logan complained, but closed his eyes anyway.
"I've met lots of women who are dicks," Oz replied cheerfully. "And a few with cocks. I find the latter more fun than the former, personally. But if you're fine with your roommate's cock in your face, I suppose that's all the better for me."
"You're an ass."
"Maybe next time," Oz cooed. "I'm not sure you're ready for that yet."
A muscle jumped in Logan's jaw. That hadn't been what he'd meant at all.
"You just better have washed your junk," he muttered. "I catch something and you're a dead man."
"Like you're one to talk." Oz snorted. "Not that I'm going to judge someone for their body count, but if anyone here should be worried about 'catching something', it's probably me."
And then his dick was back, sliding across Logan's lips. Logan clenched his teeth, trying not to think about how… interesting Oz's cock felt against his mouth. How warm the hard flesh was, the velvety softness of the foreskin gliding along his skin. He really tried not to focus on how weirdly good Oz smelled; furiously ignoring the spiced, musky odor as Oz leaned in close enough his balls brushed gently against Logan's jaw and chin.
But Logan couldn't help it. It was hisface.
"What — ?" Logan blurted as Oz slapped Logan's cheek with his cock, laughing; eyes springing open in time to see Oz do it again, and again, and again. "Oz! What the hell are you doing?!" Logan snapped, jerking away.
"Fuck, you really are gorgeous when you're surprised," Oz groaned, his hand sliding over his shaft rhythmically as he began stroking himself in earnest. "Just go with it, dude. Imagine I'm your girlfriend with a strap-on, and this is a kinky thing she's into. Now shut up and close your eyes."
