Logan grit his teeth but obeyed, pursing his lips as he felt the tip of Oz's cock tracing across his eyelids. Except —
"Damnit, Oz!" Logan yelped. "You're getting cum on my face!
"Precum," Oz corrected. "And that's kind of the idea. Don't worry, I'll probably let you shower after I'm done with you. Or call it off now, if it's more than you can handle?"
"I can handle anything you dish out," Logan huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Except, apparently, a little precum," Oz pointed out. "Dude, you really must be homophobic."
"I'm letting your rub your cock over myface," Logan countered.
"Yes, well," Oz smirked, rubbing a trail of precum down the bridge of Logan's nose. "I guess there is that."
"Why the fuck are you being like this?!"
"Because you're a fucking dick, Logan," Oz told him in a low voice, his expression suddenly serious. "And I think it's finally time you learn how it feels to be on the receiving end, for once."
Chapter 9
Hard Headed
"Fuck you," Logan snarled. "I don't have to stand for this."
"Who said anything about standing?" And here Oz's agreeable tone turned darker, making something in Logan shiver deep inside. "I'm not sure I can be any clearer: If you're gonna beg for my help, you have tokneel."
Logan grunted, no longer as certain he was going to be able to keep his end of this deal as he'd been when he'd made it. Not with the way Oz was dragging the crown of his cock across Logan's tightly pressed lips, then over his nose, his cheeks, his brow, before returning to press against his mouth once more.
"You can always just call it off," Oz reminded him.
Logan grunted, considering the reality of it.
Yeah, maybe I should.
"Of course," Oz continued in a coy tone. "Then that'd mean I win."
Fuck
"Screw you," Logan forced out, closing his eyes again. He clenched his fists at his side as Oz slid his cock all over Logan's face, leaving a criss-crossing web of cum trails drying stiffly on Logan's skin.
"No, the point is to screwyou," Oz echoed, clearly enjoying himself. He punctuated his words by gripping Logan's chin, holding him in place as Oz ground himself into Logan's cheek, Oz's balls slapping against Logan's ear. "You can touch yourself if you want."
"Oh, I can, can I?" Logan rolled his eyes. "Thanks so much for your fucking permission. What makes you think I'd even want to, like this?"
"Dude, I can see how hard you are right now."
Face burning, Logan glowered down at his traitorous cock.
"Seriously," Oz said. "Touch yourself. Or use your safe word. Otherwise, I'll stop."
Logan glared up at him. "So you'll stop if I use the safe word, but you'll also stop if Idon't?What the fuck kind of sense does that make?"
"Doesn't matter if you think it makessense.What matters is both of us understanding that whatever happens, you're in control of all this. That you're here by your own choice. That's the whole point of a safe word; just like how when you suit up for a game it's both protection, and a signal you're ready to play, right?" Oz mused. "And yeah — you being a brat about all this is both hilarious and hot. But you beingforced? Nah, not my kink; I don't care how big a jerk you are. So if you aren't, or won't, or can't get into this? Then I'm out, dude."
Even as Oz said it, he was apparently finding it amusing to trace the shell of Logan's ear with his cock. Or maybe all the ridges rubbing along the head of Oz's cock just felt good? Logan didn't know. Didn't care, either.
"I'm not using a damn safe word," Logan ground out.
Oz sighed. Logan's attention snapped up to his face as Oz stepped back, his hand falling away from his cock.
