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HIIIII !!!! SUPER IMPORTANT: THIS BOOK IS FINISHED, BUT THERE IS A SECOND ONE!!! the reason is so this book didnt end up with 100+ chapters making it feel cluttered and unorganized, so theres another fic that's a part of this series called Sanders Sides Smutshots (Two)!! if you'd like to request a smutshot, please do it on that book!

This is basically a thing I highly recommend you read if you plan on requesting, otherwise, go ahead and skip to the oneshots.

You can request pretty much anything (I enjoy learning about new/obscure kinks and such, and this is a safe space for weird shit ;)).

However, there are some things I won't write. I have a list of kinks/ships/other things I won't write, because they make me uncomfortable. I apologize in advance.

Things I'm not comfortable writing (aka, I will not write them if you request them)
- RemRom (aka Remus and Roman) unless it's platonic. like, brothers being dumbasses. Nothing pertaining to them being romantically or sexually involved, though. sorry :(
- Emetophilia (vomit kink)
- Coprophilia (shit kink)
- Fem!Sides, or trans sides (i'm sex repulsed, especially when it comes to vaginas, or dicks and vaginas together, so writing anything involving female genitalia really makes me uncomfortable)
- Rape
- Pedophilia
- Mpreg
- Side x reader
- Anything involving Thomas or Nico
- The daddy kink (yes, i know many people view this as like pattons thing but, and im not kinkshaming i swear, but i personally dont like writing this kink)

Keep in mind, I have the ability to deny any request. As an author, I want to feel comfortable with what I'm writing, otherwise the writing will be shit, and my mental health will suffer. As I mentioned previously, I'm sorry in advance if you wanted to request any of these things.

Also, I have headcanon heights and dom/sub dynamics for the sides, so if you don't specify specific heights (like if you specifically want one side to be very tall and another very short), or who you want to be the sub/dom top /bottom, then I'll just resort to using those. If you don't care/have a preference, then this doesn't apply to you.

With that out of the way, I think we're good to go. Feel free to request. If you can, try and be as specific as possible, please. Also please specify whether or not you'd like to remain anonymous so I know whether or not to tag you!

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1. Rules + Info + Requests

2. Chapter Summaries

3. Handjobs:
Dukemile (Remus x Emile), Handjobs
Prompt: Handjobs

4. Eating Out:
Losleep (Logan x Remy), Eating Ass
Prompt: Eating Ass

5. Thigh Riding:
Demus (Janus x Remus), Degradation, Biting, Grinding
Prompt: Thigh Riding

6. Choking And Spanking:
Logince (Logan x Roman), Degradation, Spanking, Choking, Sex, Minor Angst
Prompt: Choking/Spanking

7. Hypnosis:
Moceit (Patton x Janus), Hypnotism, Grinding
Prompt: Hypnotism

8. Blindfolded:
Intrulogical (Remus x Logan), Blindfolds, Degradation, Sir Kink, Choking, Bondage, Hair Pulling, Sex, Blowjobs
Prompt: Blindfolded

9. Blowjobs:
Patmile (Patton x Emile), Minor Angst, Blowjobs
Prompt: Blowjob

10. Voyeurism:
Loceit (Logan x Janus), Voyeurism, Getting Caught Masturbating
Prompt: Voyeurism

11. Accidental Stimulation:
Sleepceit (Remy x Janus), Accidental Stimulation, Manhandling, Grinding, Size Difference, (Short Janus, Tall Remy)
Prompt: Accidental Stimulation

12. Knife Play:
Prinxiety (Roman x Virgil), Knife Play, Bondage, Blindfolds, Cutting/Bleeding, Grinding
Prompt: Knife Kink

13. Restraints:
Remile (Remy x Emile), Bondage, Edging, Handjobs, Crying
Prompt: Restraints

14. Fingering:
Logicality (Logan x Patton), Fingering
Prompt: Fingering

15. In Public:
Rosleep (Roman x Remy), Exhibitionism, Handjobs, Almost Getting Caught
Prompt: In Public

16. Sixty-Nine:
Intruality (Remus x Patton), Sixty-nine-ing, Dick Sucking
Prompt: Sixty-Nine

17. Size Difference:
Intrusleep (Remus x Remy), Manhandling, Size-Difference (Tall Remy, Short Remus), Degradation, Sex
Prompt: Size Difference

18. Toys:
Demile (Janus x Emile), Using Toys, Overstimulation, Bondage, Come Inflation
Prompt: Toys

19. Begging:
Royality (Roman x Patton), Roleplay, Blowjobs/Facefucking, Leg Humping, Exhibitionism, Bondage, Crying
Prompt: Begging

20. In The Kitchen:
Anxceit (Virgil x Janus), Slight Exhibitionism, Blowjobs
Prompt: In The Kitchen

21. Threesome:
Anamoceit (Virgil x Patton x Janus), Threesome, Sex, Hair Pulling, Fisting, Cum Marking
Prompt: Threesome

22. Voodoo:
Dukexiety (Remus x Virgil), Voodoo, Edging, Exhibitionism, Crying, Basically Cum Inflation, Basically Choking On Fingers
Prompt: Edging

23. Phone Sex:
Lomile (Logan x Emile), Masturbating, Technically Getting Caught Masturbating, Slight Exhibitionism, Sir Kink
Prompt: Phone Sex

24. In The Shower:
Sleepxiety (Remy x Virgil), Sex In The Shower, Degradation, Masturbating, Getting Caught Masturbating
Prompt: In The Shower/Tub

25. First Time:
Mosleep (Patton x Remy), Implications Of Losing Virginity, No Actual Sex
Prompt: First Time

26. Rough And Humiliating:
Intrulogical (Remus x Logan), Consensual Non-Con, Degradation, Restraints, Breeding Kink, Hair Pulling, Choking, Mentions Of Thinking About Rape, Overstimulation, Slight Exhibitionism, Crying, Sex
Prompt: BDSM/Rough Sex

27. Discovered:
Anxmile (Virgil x Emile), Handjobs, Getting Caught, Blowjobs
Prompt: Caught Masturbating

28. Overstimulation:
Moxiety (Patton x Virgil), Overstimulation, Restraints, Vibrators, Safewords
Prompt: Overstimulation

29. Orgy:
Intruloceit (Remus x Logan x Janus), Drinking, Vaping/Smoking, Orgies, Sex, Facefucking, Finger Sucking, Degradation, Hair-Pulling, Crying
Prompt: Orgy

30. Praise:
Romile (Roman x Emile), Crying, Sex
Prompt: Praise Kink

31. Dirty Talk:
Roceit (Roman x Janus), Degradation, Blowjobs, Leg Humping
Prompt: Dirty Talk

32. Mutual Masturbation:
Analogical (Virgil x Logan), Getting Caught Masturbating, Handjobs
Prompt: Mutual Masturbation

33. Happy Halloween:
Intrulogical (Remus x Logan), Sex, Choking, Degradation, Biting, Marking
Prompt: Dressed Up

34. Merry Christmas:
Intrulogical (Remus x Logan), Bondage, Degradation, Orgasm Denial, Hair Pulling, Choking
Prompt: Christmas Special

35. Piss Play:
Logicality (Logan x Patton), Piss Play, Degradation, Frottage, Hair-Pulling
Prompt: Piss Play

36. Soft And Sweet:
Moxiety (Patton x Virgil), Sex, Crying
Prompt: Something Soft And Sweet With Moxiety

37. Bondage:
Roceit (Roman x Janus), Bondage, Degradation, Masturbating, Being Caught Masturbating, Gags, Frottage
Prompt: Bondage 

38. Dominance:
Logince (Logan x Roman), Restraints, Sex
Prompt: Dominance

39. Impact Play:
Moxiety (Patton x Virgil), Restraints, Gags, Flogging, Frottage, Bleeding, Brief Mentions Of Crying
Prompt: Impact Play

40. Microphilia:
Intruality (Remus x Patton), Tinies (like, shrunken size), Intrusive/Gorey Detailed Thoughts, Sort Of A Blow Job, Sort Of A Hand Job, Slight Degradation, Macrophilia/Microphilia
Prompt: Micro/Macro

41. Happy Valentine's Day:
Demus (Janus x Remus), Food Play, Biting, Blowjobs, Hair Pulling
Prompt: Valentine's Day

42. Cheer Up:
Intruality (Remus x Patton), Hair-Pulling, Choking, Sex
Prompt: Remus cheering Patton up with sex

43. Comfort:
Prinxiety (Roman x Virgil), Angst, Sex, Crying
Prompt: Prinxiety smut with comfort

44. Attention:
Romile (Roman x Emile), Frottage
Prompt: Frottage

45. April Fools:
Moceit (Patton x Janus), Sex, Marking
Prompt: April Fools

46. Happy Easter:
Intruality (Remus x Patton), Con-Non-Con, Breeding Kink, Oviposition, Roleplay, Degradation, Tentacles, Aphrodisiac, Overstimulation, Minor Spanking, Crying, Slight Eating Ass, Sex
Prompt: Easter

47. Caught:
Intruality (Remus x Patton), Masturbating, Getting Caught, Minor Degradation, Riding, Sex
Prompt: Caught

48. All Eyes On Monopol-Me:
Analogical (Virgil x Logan), Exhibitionism, Degradation, Handjobs, Sex, Mentions Of Blood, Hair Pulling
Prompt: An exhibitionist one where the other sides watch logan and vigil do it and logan teases Virgil and Virgil is sub and the others are there to help fulfill his fantasy but they don't touch

49. Big Dicks And Tight Pants:
Analogicality (Virgil x Logan x Patton), Basically Voyeurism, Blowjobs, Facefucking, Sex
Prompt: Patton big dilf dick, virgil with ripped skinny jeans where you can see his dick through the rips sometimes. Logan has a field day with them.

50. Grinding:
Analogical (Virgil x Logan), Grinding
Prompt: Maybe some soft analogical? just smthn simple :]

51. Relaxed And Pleasured: 
Anxceit (Virgil x Janus), Hypnosis, Exhibitionism, Palming, Voyeurism, Grinding, DRLAMP At The End
Prompt: Relaxed And Pleasured

52. A Giant Mess:
Logicality (Logan x Patton), Microphilia, Macrophilia, Technically Frottage/Grinding, Micro/Macro
Prompt: Macro/Micro w/Logicality. W/a twist. Logan gets turned into a giant (maybe an experiment he's working on blows up in his face, or he gets pranked by one of the Sides) + he's not happy about it. Patton finds him + tries to cheer him up. Starts out sweet, then turns saucy when Patton kisses, licks + rubs himself on Logan's dick to give him an orgasm. Ends w/them cuddling while Logan is still giant.

53. Sir:
Logince (Logan x Roman), Choking, Sir Kink, Sex
Prompt: Could you do an analogical or a logince one with a choking kink and a 'Sir' kink with taller Logan and top/dom Logan and Bottom/sub Princey/ or Virgil (depending which one you do) and you can add my name to the request if you want

54. Cereal Bath Sex:
Intrulogical (Remus x Logan), Sex In A Cereal Bath, Biting, Marking, Fingering
Prompt: Cereal Bath Sex

55. Breeding:
DRLAMP (Janus x Remus x Logan x Virgil x Patton x Roman), Oviposition, Overstimulation, Inflation, Aphrodisiac, Tentacles, Monster Fucking, Double Penetration, Marking, Biting, Plugs, Restraints, Sex, Crying, Bleeding, Breeding, Degradation, Venom, Hair-Pulling, Finger Sucking, Cock And Ball Torture, Choking
Prompt: Logan but getting pumped full of everyone's eggs

56. Wax Play:
Demus (Janus x Remus), Wax Play, Frottage, Restraints
Prompt: I wanted to ask for wax play? I don't mind who with asking as it's not logan or patton. But otherwise I don't mind anything else

57. Stress Relief:
Prinxiety (Roman x Virgil), Sex, Mentions Of Using Slurs (No Actual Slurs Written), Crying, Slight Overstimulation
Prompt: Top-Virgil, Bottom-Roman The two had a stressful day of high school, so they drive away for a bit to get away for the evening. (Then they get horny or something-) And they have sex in the back of the car. If it could have some light praising and a small fem Roman

58. Ferris Wheel:
Intrulogical (Remus x Logan), Handjobs, Exhibitionism, Finger Sucking, Face Fucking, Hair Pulling
Prompt: I went to the fair and had the idea of remus and logan being sexual on the ferris wheel, so here we are now. hc that logan is afraid of heights because he prefers being mentally and physically grounded

59. Pretty Doll:
Moceit (Patton x Janus), Voodoo, Basically Fingering, Basically Eating Out, Basically Sex, Basically Double Penetration, Overstimulation, Crying
Prompt: Maybe some voodoo master Janus? With whomever as the "victim"

60. Needs And Wants:
Lomile (Logan x Emile), Basically Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Sex
Prompt: Emile and Logan. Logan's been working for a week straight and Emile has been horny that whole week so he decided to try to ride his dildo. But as he does it hits his spot at he let's a loud moan out which made Logan look at him. Logan is in their room working and was silent till he heard his horny boyfriend moan his name

61. Cock Vore:
Intrulogical (Remus x Logan), Cock Vore, Mouth Play, Degradation, Overstimulation, Grinding
Prompt: can u do an intrulogical cock vore fanfic

62. Humiliation:
Logicality (Logan x Patton), Fingering, Degradation, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Cock Caging, Grinding, Minor Spanking, Background DRLAMP
Prompt: Focus Logicality with a side of dlampr (no remrom of course though if your still uncomfortable with dlampr maybe just dlamp then!) with top Logan and bottom Patton. Patton usually is dominant despite bottoming and the others are happy to do as he request especially Logan who loves submitting to Patton's wishes. Though one day Logan finds out that Patton has the tendency to become a babbling shy, submissive, emotional mess when getting humiliated in front of the sides. So Logan one day when he's being punished by Patton to be unable to get off after he's done something. He tries out this new found kink Patton has and decides to constantly fuck Patton or finger Patton in front of the sides and soon making him wear clothing Logan chooses. Patton tries to tell him off but of course it doesn't work. Logan has a fun week having Patton completely submissive to him while the others watch in shock. Uh, with lots of dirty talk

63. Suited For You:
Logicality (Logan x Patton), Sir Kink, Sex, Humping, Minor Themes Of Feederism
Prompt: Would you do one with Logicality bottom!patton and top!logan, where Patton had become more busy taking care of everyone losing sight of Logan who tries to take his attention with sexual advancements that usually Patton would realize immediately and answer either yes or no, but this time Patton just has zero realization to his advancements whether it's a straight up suggestive comments or just little touches here and there. Noticing that this will literally not work Logan decides to butler up in hopes Patton would notice and get turned on. Plus points if Logan's gigantic compared to Patton

64. Kitten:
Analogince (Virgil x Logan x Roman), Blowjobs, Sex, Kitten Kink, Crying
Prompt: Roman x Virgil x Logan (analogince), bottom virgil, top logan, switch roman(or whatever u wanna write), kitten kink for virgil (he likes to be called kitten(not pet play tho)), uh everything else up to u 

65. Tentacles:
Demus (Janus x Remus), Tentacles, Aphrodisiac, Degradation, Sex
Prompt: Can I request Remus/Janus with some good old fashioned tentacle sex?

66. Don't Get Caught:
Dukexiety (Remus x Virgil), Bondage, Minor Degradation, Finger Sucking, Sex, Crying, Slight Voyeurism
Prompt: Virgil x Remus, Bottom Virgil, Top Remus, Bondage and being quiet to avoid getting caught by the other sides or whatever you want

67. Mirror Sex:
Logince (Logan x Roman), Sex, Slight Hair Pulling
Prompt: Mirror sex with Logince mayhaps And sub Roman if you could maybe

68. Feederism:
Prinxiety (Roman x Virgil), Feeding, Slight Overeating (Not An Unhealthy Amount), Palming, Handjobs
Prompt: If you're comfortable with it and taking requests, maybe more feederism?

69. Touch Starved:
DRLAMP (Janus x Remus x Logan x Virgil x Patton x Roman), Sex, Oversensitivity, Overstimulation, Blowjobs, Double Penetration, Frottage
Prompt: What about bottom Janus with touch starved? And when the others find out about the touch starvation, they.... Fix that problem

70. Chocolate Fondue:
Intrulogical (Remus x Logan), Described Digestion, Mentions Of Blood, Handjobs, Mouthplay, Vore, Micro/Macro
Prompt: Intrulogical (logan/remus) macro/micro where logan is the top, and has remus shrink real small and then dips remus in chocolate to turn him into a snack and also basically immobilize him-

71. Cock And Ball Torture:
Intrulogical (Remus x Logan), Cock And Ball Torture, Restraints, Flogging, Spanking, Hitting, Bleeding, Cock Rings, Degradation, Crying, Electrocuting
Prompt: Some good ol cbt with bottom Logan?

72. Pillow Princess:
Sleepceit (Remy x Janus), Sex, Double Penetration, Fingering, Pillow Princess Dynamic
Prompt: May I request Bottom Remy? I hardly see him as a bottom

73. Flutter:
Logicality (Logan x Patton), Humping, Palming, Micro/Macro
Prompt: A very tiny fairy patton and a very interested giant logan

74. Accidental:
Loceit (Logan x Janus), Oversensitivity, Nipple Play, Grinding
Prompt: I was wondering if you could write one that focuses on accidental stimulation? Like character A is really horny for some reason (aphrodisiac, random horniness, etc) while character B is completely oblivious and their accidental teasing only makes it worse, until character A can't take it anymore and asks for help? Any pairing is fine, but I would prefer one without Remus. Thanks!

75. Good Boy:
DRLAMP (Janus x Remus x Logan x Virgil x Patton x Roman), Overstimulation, Double Penetration, Venom/Aphrodisiac, Biting, Hickeys, Slight Come Inflation, Crying, Blood, Sex
Prompt: the rest of the sides "Having their turn" [sequel to "Humiliation"]

76. A Hunter And His Prey:
Prinxiety (Roman x Virgil), Con Non Con, Sex, Knife Play, Blood, Biting, Hickeys, Overstimulation, Crying, Hair Pulling
Prompt: A little vague but.. maybe some prinxiety smut with con-non-con? dom roman and sub virgil? (feel free to switch around if you prefer writing them a certain way)

77. Stuffed Full:
Loceit (Logan x Janus), Come Inflation, Micro/Macro, Sex, Overstimulation, Unrealistic Body Stretching, Crying
Prompt: I'd like to request micro come inflation! Bottom Logan please, and any ship

78. Mix Up:
Intruality (Remus x Patton), Voodoo, Sex, Overstimulation, Crying
Prompt: A third installment to the voodoo plot, where the dolls get mixed up after cleaning, and remus ends up with patton's [sequel to "Voodoo" and "Pretty Doll"]

79. Jungle Book:
Roceit (Roman x Janus), Body Worship, Hypnosis, Blowjobs, Choking, Crying
Prompt: The ship is Rociet, with Janus as the dom. The two were having an average movie marathon- just the two of them- and eventually the Jungle Book is put on. Roman is aware Janus knows how to do hypnosis, but has never brought it up before. Roman has also played around with idea himself, using it to calm himself down or think clearly on occasion. Recently, though, he's been fantasizing about using it for /other/ reasons. So, when the hypnosis scene with Kaa starts playing, he's admittedly a little aroused, and Janus notices. As for the actual smut stuff, I do enjoy cumming in pants, and worship, but other than that I'm chill

80. Tiny Toy:
Intruloxiety (Remus x Logan x Virgil), Micro/Macro, Grinding, Frottage, Overstimulation, Hickeys, Degradation
Prompt: Could you write a remus x logan x virgil fic where lo and ree use tiny vi as a sex toy? (with consent ofc)

81. Swallow You Up:
Intruloceit (Remus x Logan x Janus), Micro/Macro, Cock Vore, Mouth Play, Blowjobs, Vore, Detailed Digestion, Overstimulation
Prompt: Part two to the cock vore fic? [Sequel to "Cock Vore"]

82. Hanging Out: 
Losleep (Logan x Remy), Sex, Electrocution, Nipple Play, Overstimulation, Crying, Blood, Flogging, Slapping, Degradation, Hickeys, Biting, Knife Play, Choking, Hair-Pulling, Cutting, Restraints
Prompt: Something losleep with BDSM and sub logan and dom remy?

83. Love Potion:
Prinxiety (Roman x Virgil), Sex, Potions, Blood
Prompt: Top roman, bottom virgil. dragon witch hits roman with a love potion, but since he only has eyes for virgil, it just makes him horny as fuck.

84. Cum Jar:
Intrulogical (Remus x Logan), Micro/Macro, Grinding, Intrusive Thoughts, Choking On Come, Handjobs
Prompt: cum jar fic, cum jar fic, cum jar fic-

85. Calm And Compliant:
Anaroceit (Virgil x Roman x Janus), Hypnosis, Pet Play, Sex, Blowjobs, Breeding Kinks
Prompt: Anaroceit with a side of hypnosis from our favorite snake boy?

86. A Lesser Being: 
Roceit (Roman x Janus), Hypnosis, Pet Play, Double Penetration, Sex, Breeding Kinks, Hair Pulling
Prompt: Roceit with hypnosis? Maybe a bit of pet play in there too, only if you want though

87. Big And Strong:
Logicality (Logan x Patton), Sex, Crying, Overstimulation, Come Inflation
Prompt: Patton is big in every way. Loud, expressive, campy, excitable, tall, fat, strong. And that bigness went to his dick too.

88. Seven Minutes In Heaven:
Intruloceit (Remus x Logan x Janus), Drug/Drug Use, Alcohol, Sex, Double Penetration, Overstimulation, Biting, Hickeys, Blood, Slight Nipple Play, Degradation
Prompt: Orgy with Intruloceit is my favorite and a continuation/something with those three would be much appreciated [Sequel to "Orgy"]

89. Bothersome:
Intrulogical (Remus x Logan), Sex, Choking, Hair Pulling, Master/Pet Dynamic, Overstimulation, Breeding Kinks
Prompt: Alright this is a bit much- Kinks: choking, hair pulling, praising, master/pet dynamic, punishment, overstimulation, possibly breeding kink- (not mpreg) Bottom Remus, Top Logan/Patton (can also be poly) Base Storyline: Remus wanted attention and he wanted it so bad, trying his best to get it in any way possible. Of course, his boyfriend was busy, but that just wouldn't do! Remus continues his little game of teasing and bothering his boyfriend until he finally has enough of his toying around, showing him who the REAL toy is in the relationship. :)

90. One Of Those Days:
Intrulogical (Remus x Logan), Body Insecurity, Sex, Brief Graphic Threats
Prompt: Maybe something along the lines of intrulogical and one being pretty chubby and it's one of those days where they can't look at their tummy because it doesn't look right and the other does literally everything they possibly can do to comfort the other, which leads to super soft sex??

91. Rough Persuasion (Part One):
Royality (Roman x Patton), Choking, Sex, Slight Edging
Prompt: Can you do DLAMPR with submissive bottom Patton and dominant top everybody else(patton centric) where Patton has the largest influence over Thomas but is one the hardest sides to persuade and everybody knows this. But lately Remus has been getting what he wants with mild things (that aren't that harmful) to Thomas. Everybody noticed, but Roman's the one that breaks and finally asked how he's been persuading Patton so much lately especially since Patton is repulsed by his ideas. Remus reveals Patton is easier to persuade during rough sex or with the promise of rough sex and usually says yes to anything when he's fucked into or put into submission. Roman tells the other sides and they all abuse this information, especially Logan who loves work getting done. Basically the sides one by one or by sharing fuck out Patton's ability to be sensible. With some hitting, degradation, humiliation, And anything else you'd like

92. Further And Further Down:
Intrulogical (Remus x Logan), Micro/Macro, Cock Vore, Slight CBT
Prompt: Quick request if you're still doing them- cock vore? Remus x anyone! Preferably, remus as the tiny :>

93. Rough Persuasion (Part Two):
Moceit (Patton x Janus), Degradation, Hair Pulling, Boot/Foot worshipping, Sex, Double Penetration, Crying 
Prompt: Can you do DLAMPR with submissive bottom Patton and dominant top everybody else(patton centric)....

94. In Control:
Intruloxiety (Remus x Logan x Virgil), Sex, Blowjobs, Slight Nipple Play
Prompt: Okay cool. So maybe a soft smut where virigls feeling really anxious about something. Bottom Virgil

95. Rough Persuasion (Part Three):
Moxiety (Patton x Virgil), Sixty-Nine-Ing, Face Fucking, Hair Pulling, Degradation
Prompt: Can you do DLAMPR with submissive bottom Patton and dominant top everybody else(patton centric)....

96. Size Queen:
Royality (Roman x Patton), Crying, Sex, Slight Fingering, Hickeys
Prompt: So like. Patton with a dick that's basically hyper at this point, 2 inch diameter and 11 inches long. Maybe he treats his personal little size queen?

97. Rough Persuasion (Part Four):
Logicality (Logan x Patton), Sex, Degradation, Blood, Choking, Crying
Prompt: Can you do DLAMPR with submissive bottom Patton and dominant top everybody else(patton centric)....

98. Take A Bite:
Dukexiety (Remus x Virgil), Feederism, Handjobs, Blowjobs, Fingering, Overeating
Prompt: Virgil and Remus are not in a relationship (yet), but Virgil has been bratty and has been getting pretty chubby and Virgil isn't aware cause he's to busy being rude and has been slightly rude towards Remus. And Remus from afar has been liking that Virgil has gained weight but wants to kinda get some revenge as well. So Remus decides to fatten up Virgil and tease Virgil a lot about it. And then they somehow end up together in the end :) (oh and I guess like Remus would be the top and dominant one, and Virgil would end up being a bottom and submissive)

99. Rough Persuasion (Part Five):
Intruality (Remus x Patton), Sex, Hair-Pulling, Slapping, Hickeys, Degradation, Crying, Blood, Spanking
Prompt: Can you do DLAMPR with submissive bottom Patton and dominant top everybody else(patton centric)...

100. Lilypadton:
Intruality (Remus x Patton), Sex, Cockbulge, Come Inflation, Overstimulation, Size Difference 
Prompt: lilypadton and remus-?? overstim, manhandling, size difference (duh), maybe choking

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"Ya know, when Jan said he was sending me to therapy, I pictured more of like... conversion therapy," Remus admits, falling onto the couch in Emile's office.

Emile let out a short laugh. "No, of course not. That'd be inhumane. Besides, I'm gay, so it'd be kind of hypocritical for me to run one of those, wouldn't it?"

Remus grunts in response, as he kicks one of his feet up onto the back of the sofa, the other one dangling off of the couch entirely, as he rests his hands behind his head. He tilts his head slightly, cracking open one of his eyes so he could look at Emile's annoyed face.

Because who wouldn't be annoyed with Remus rubbing his extremely dirty boots on their furniture?

Janus and Logan constantly told him to get his feet off the table, or off the couch, or off of the ceiling, so why wouldn't Emile do the same?

So, he was pretty surprised, when he saw Emile just sitting there, holding his notepad in hand. He simply smiled and cocked his head slightly when Remus looked at him.

"I see you've made yourself comfortable," Emile states, in a rather playful tone.

Remus's cocky smile falters. Huh.

He quickly shakes his head, a smile reappearing on his face. "Indeed I have; I see you have eyes. Well, four eyes, considering the glasses." Remus cackled at his own dumb joke, while Emile just continued smiling.

When Remus saw that he was still just peppy, he couldn't help the huff that escaped him.

"Janus tells me you haven't been your usual self lately," Emile suddenly begins, Remus's eyes snapping over to him. "Care to tell me what that's all about?"

Remus rolls his eyes, his smile falling into a bored frown. "Janus is a liar. Don't know why I even let him send me here anyway. He probably got the idea from Mr. Innocent. That bitch..." Remus didn't notice he was fiddling with his sash as he spoke, his eyebrows furrowed.

Emile let out a hum, his smile finally disappearing, and a considering look appearing on his face. "Do you have an issue with Janus right now? Or with... Mr. Innocent?"

"Yes! I do, actually!" Remus immediately pushed himself into a sitting position, criss-crossed on the couch, although this time he wasn't keeping his boots up there on purpose.

"I just wake up one day, and Janus is gone! No note, no goodbye, and I head over to the light sides to see if Thomas became a nun or something so that he couldn't lie, and Janus is over there, laughing and smiling with Patton, as if all is well and good!" Remus was letting out all that had been built up.

He'd always tended to ramble, but now that Janus was gone, he's had no one to ramble to. And now the intrusive thoughts have been swarming his head due to the loneliness, which was heavily impacting Thomas and his mental health.

That's the only reason Janus sent him here. He came back to the dark sides just to tell Remus that he'd scheduled him an appointment with Emile.

And he originally didn't plan on showing up, but his loneliness got the better of him.

Remus let out another huff as he crossed his arms over his chest. "The only reason I actually showed up was because I'm lonely. And maybe a bit sexually frustrated. Janus and I used to be fuck buddies! And now that he's gone, I'm left to get off on my own. Do you know how much more boring that is?"

Emile was clearly caught off guard by the change of subject, although that was to be expected when it came to Remus. He opened his mouth to respond, but Remus kept going.

"Sometimes, I get so upset that I just wanna chop my dick off! I tried that, once, with my morning star, but I ended up just puncturing my stomach."

"Oh," was all Emile managed to say, a slight pink tint over his cheeks.

He was doodling in his notepad as an attempt to calm himself down before Remus noticed he was blushing, but it was too late.

"Oooo, Doctor, did hearing about my sexual frustration fluster you?"

"I'm just... not used to my patients being so open about their sex lives."

"Well, I'm open about everything," Remus responds, with a shrug, leaning back and spreading his legs. He grins as he lets his hand slide down his torso and down to his thighs, before it comes to rest over his crotch.

Nasty man.

"I'm also opened up down here, if you-"

"Nope! Remus, we should really get back on topic-"

"But the topic we were on was about sex," Remus buts in, closing his legs and scooting to edge of the sofa. He leans closer to Emile. "You said, and I quote, 'Janus tells me you haven't been your usual self lately, care to tell me what that's all about?' And I'm telling you what it's about. It's because I'm constantly horny and I have nobody to relieve myself with."

Emile's unresponsive, so Remus throws himself back onto the couch with a groan.

"I'm actually being good for once and now I've probably weirded you out!" he whines. "Is this why Janus left me? Am I just gross? Well, I mean, of course I'm gross. It's one of my charms. But-"

"Remus, please," Emile suddenly pipes up, causing Remus to look over at him. His cheeks are still pink, albeit a darker shade, and he looks almost... nervous. "I assure you, I'm not weirded out. Some people have... higher sex drives than others, and I understand that not satisfying yourself in a satisfactory way can have some negative impacts on your mental and physical well-being-"

"Is this a long winded way of you telling me I need to have sex with someone, because I already know that-"

"No, listen," Emile interrupts, standing up and setting his notepad down. Remus raises an eyebrow, before his eyes widen and he sits up straight. What was Emile doing? Something kinky?

"I... gosh, I can't figure out a way to word this without it sounding weird."

"Then let me word it for you," Remus says, with a grin, as he grabs Emile's hand and tugs him down onto the couch. Emile falls onto it and into Remus's arms. "You want to help me relieve some of my pent-up frustration, yeah?"

Emile's face was burning at Remus's explanation, but he nodded.

It was the only thing he could think of in order to help him. He would have maybe suggested asking someone else for help, but who else could he ask?

Janus left him, and he and Patton clearly seemed to be one of the main sources of his stress, Virgil and Remus didn't get along, Logan didn't want really anything to do with sex, and he couldn't ask Roman for obvious reasons.

Remus's grin widened, before it completely disappeared.

"I know you're technically offerin', but I don't want to force you to do anything you're uncomfortable with," Remus says, and Emile looks a little surprised at the words.

He then smiles softly, and shakes his head. "You're not forcing me into anything, Re," Emile assures him. "I'm not uncomfortable." Maybe a little embarrassed, but not uncomfortable.

Remus's smile returns, and he mumbles out a "good," before he pulls Emile in for a kiss. Emile squeaks as he's suddenly pulled forward, but closes his eyes and leans into the kiss as he realizes what's happening.

Before he could even register what was happening, he felt Remus's hands trail under his sweater-vest and shirt, and run over his sides, before they went down and squeezed his ass.

Emile pulled away from the kiss with a red face, as he whimpered out a "Remus."

Remus just chuckled, before he sat both of them up. His hands went back under Emile's shirt, and he went to go pull it up, when Emile suddenly grabbed both of his wrists, stopping him.

Remus looked at him, his hands pausing where they were.

"We're not having sex in my office," he rushes out, quickly. Remus groans.

"Lame."

"Call me what you want, but I would rather not have sex in here."

"Then what can we do!? You said you'd help!"

"And I will," Emile states, running a hand through his hair, as he peeled Remus's hands off of him, and instead used his own hands to quickly tug down Remus's pants.

"Oooo, a blowjob?"

"A handjob," Emile corrects, and he hears Remus mumble something about blowjobs being better, but he just smile when Emile looks at him, honestly looking relieved to just get any form of stimulation.

Emile isn't that surprised when Remus's cock springs out, just simply glancing up at the man.

"No boxers?"

"They make my dick itch."

Emile let out a small laugh, hesitantly reaching his hand to Remus's cock. He wraps his hand around the base, before giving it a few small strokes. Remus's breath hitches, and he leans back on his elbows.

And Emile would be lying if he said Remus didn't look kind of cute right now. Light pink cheeks, eyes half lidded, as they watched Emile's hand slowly work his cock.

Emile continues to move his hand slowly, as he's distracted by Remus's expression, but a whine from the man quickly snaps him out of it.

"Faster, Em," Remus begs, sounding surprisingly desperate. How long had it been since he's been touched, for God's sake?

Emile obliges, and starts moving his hand faster, Remus letting out a quiet moan at the action. He bucks his hips, and Emile moves even faster. His other hand goes to fondle Remus's balls, as his thumb comes up to run over the slit. Remus throws his head back and let's out a loud moan. Emile's face heats up at the noise.

"Fuck, Em- Em you're doing so good," Remus praises him, and that does something to Emile.

He moves his hand faster, subtly grinding against the couch to appease his own boner, and he lets out a shaky breath as he does so, squeezing his hand around Remus's cock. Remus moans again, bucking his hips as Emile focuses on making Remus come.

"Emi, I'm so close," Remus moans, continuing to buck up into Emile's hand as Emile stroked him, running his thumb over the slit one last time, before Remus arches his back and lets out a whine, coming with Emile's name falling past his lips.

Emile strokes a few more times, working Remus through his climax, before he pulls away.

Remus is panting as he comes back down from his high, and he sits himself back up, reaching out and grabbing Emile's wrist. He pulls the therapist into his lap, before sticking the man's hand into his mouth, eagerly licking his own come off of it.

Emile's torn between disgust and arousal, because Remus didn't even hesitate when going to suck on his fingers, even if it was to get the come off.

He then shifts his leg a bit, moving so that Emile is straddling his bare thigh.

He grins at Emile, a mischievous glint in his eye. "C'mon, Emi. You deserve to be able to get off too." Emile's face heated up, his hands moved to Remus's shoulders, as he slowly began to grind against Remus's thigh.

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"You know, Thomas can't really fall asleep with his brain running a mile a minute," Remy said, leaning against the logical traits door with a sweet smelling coffee in hand.

"It's practically impossible for anyone to run a mile per minute," Logan responds, eyes not moving from computer screen. He continued typing, as he continued explaining. "The world record time for the fastest mile run is three minutes and forty three seconds."

Remy rolls his eyes. "You know what I meant."

"I don't."

"For someone who claims to be so smart-"

"Don't."

Remy grinned, and he could see Logan hunch over slightly. Remy whistled, strolling fully into the room.

"Sitting like that is bad for your posture, babe," Remy advises him, moving to stand right at the side of the chair. He takes a large sip of his coffee, before setting it down on Logan's desk. That gets Logan to stop.

He glares at Remy. "Move that. My workspace is not a place for you to leave your trash."

"This is half full. Far from trash, if ya ask me."

"Well, I'm not asking you. I'm telling you. I have work to do, Sleep, and you do too. Thomas shouldn't be awake at this hour."

Remy rolls his eyes again. "You think I don't know that? Bitch, the first thing I said when I walked in was that Thomas couldn't sleep. And that's not entirely my fault. I can only do so much for him. His brain is keeping him awake."

Logan sighs, staring at Remy for a few seconds, and Remy believes he's won.

But then, Logan just turns back to his work, causing Remy to let out a groan.

Well, guess he'd have to use force.

He gripped the back of Logan's chair, before spinning it so that he and Logan were face to face.

"For someone who wants best for Thomas, you sure aren't trying very hard," Remy says, roughly grabbing Logan's chin and pulls their faces close together.

Logan's eyes go wide for a minute, before they narrow. He goes to retaliate, but Remy beats him to it.

"Sitting that close to a screen will hurt your beautiful eyes babe. Give you a headache too. But you've already had one, if not more of those. Don't think I didn't notice the bottle of Ibuprofen on your desk." He releases Logan's chin, and instead, grabs Logan's wrists and pulls him up and out of the chair.

"Tell me, why can't you just put this stuff off until tomorrow?"

"Because it needs to be done tonight-!"

"Oh? It needs to be done tonight?" He pushes Logan onto the bed.

"That's what I just-"

"You know what else needs to be done tonight? A whole lotta sleepin', and I'm willing to help our host in any way that I can," Remy purrs, crawling onto the bed after Logan. "And if that means helping you destress in order to do so, then so be it."

Remy's now positioned so that he's straddling Logan's lap, hunched over Logan as Logan's back is pressed to the bed.

Logan's hands are on Remy's shoulders, but Remy can tell Logan's mind is still on his work.

So Remy's hand slides down and grips Logan's tie, pulling it so that Logan's face is once again close to his. His other hand is busy rubbing up and down Logan's side, an all too comforting gesture that greatly contrasted with how intensely he was staring down Logan.

"May I?" Remy suddenly asks, a smug smirk creeping onto his face.

Logan, getting the implications, spared one last look at his computer, before sighing out a tired "you have my consent." Remy grinned, wasting no time as he worked to strip Logan, Logan helping as best he could.

Although, there really wasn't a need to, considering how quickly Remy tore the clothes off of him.

"I believe this is less to help me destress and more to satisfy your high sex drive," Logan states, frowning when Remy removes his glasses from his face.

He can still see somewhat decently, but he prefers to wear them in order to avoid getting headaches.

Remy then removes his own sunglasses, revealing his own dark brown eyes.

"I won't be satisfying myself in any way," Remy counters, his hands roaming over Logan's nude body. It was stiff and rigid, as if Logan was incapable of relaxing.

Knowing him, it probably was.

Logan was surprisingly fit, though, which Remy would be more surprised about if he hadn't already seen Logan shirtless. He had broad shoulders, but looked to just be skinny and lanky when you looked at him normally.

But naked? He was well toned, his arms and legs definitely held muscle, and-

"Remy, can you hurry up?" Logan asks, voice rather irritated. Remy tsks, hands coming to rest on Logan's thighs.

"I was just admiring your body," Remy says, as he spreads Logan's thighs apart. Out of nowhere, he slaps the inside of one of them, and Logan lets out a mix between a squeak and a whine. He then glares at Remy, while Remy just grins.

"Can you flip yourself over for me please, love?" Remy asks, hands massaging Logan's thighs.

Logan does as he says and flips himself onto his hands and knees, before saying "I thought you wouldn't be satisfying yourself in any way," clearly expecting Remy to fuck him.

He gasps, and is rather caught off guard however, as he feels a wet muscle prodding at his entrance.

He instinctually pushes himself back on it, only for the stimulation to disappear almost immediately.

Logan whines, and he hears Remy chuckle behind him, his hands going back to running over Logan's body.

"Remy..." Logan whines out, and Remy's hands pause where they are. He bends over Logan's back, lips hovering right above Logan's ear.

"Yeah babe?" Remy responds, voice quiet and low. Logan whines in response.

He was embarrassed to admit that his cock was fully hard, just from the touches and light stimulation. He didn't partake in sexual acts often, so his body was rather sensitive when it came to this sort of thing.

"Are you really going to make me ask?"

Remy grins at Logan's rushed out question, before he places a kiss to the side of Logan's head.

"Nah. Guess not. I'm here to help, although, I'll admit that hearing you beg is a pretty hot thought," he answers, pressing a kiss between Logan's shoulder blades. Logan just rolls his eyes.

He feels Remy's hands running over his body yet again, and found himself getting a bit irritated, as he assumed that Remy wasn't going to give him what he wanted. That was, until, he felt Remy spread his cheeks, and his tongue back at his asshole.

Logan whined, pushing his face into the pillows, as Remy held his ass up with his hands holding tight around his waist.

Remy's tongue is lapping at Logan's asshole, before he slowly prods the entrance. Logan let out a shaky breath at the action, pushing back on the muscle.

Remy begins to thrust his tongue in and out of Logan's ass, the logical side, gasping and moaning at the actions.

In a matter of time, Logan was gasping out that he was close, his own hand coming to work his cock. He moaned as he began jacking himself off, Remy continuing to thrust into his ass as his hands massaged Logan's hips.

Logan came with a whine, before Remy pulled his tongue out and released Logan, said man falling into his own mess on the bed.

He let out a slightly disgusted noise, as he landed in his own come.

"I need to wash my sheets now," he mutters, and he hears Remy laugh.

"Yeah, you do. You could probably also use a shower. Buuuuut," Remy drew out the word as he shrugged off his jacket and pulled off his jeans, before crawling into bed with Logan. "You can always do that tomorrow," he finishes, pulling Logan to his chest, holding him rather tightly in case he planned on escaping.

Knowing Logan, he'd probably just get right back up early tomorrow and continue working, but for now, Logan could use some sleep. And he was finally relaxed enough to get some.

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Remus wipes the sweat from his forehead, as he and his bandmates head backstage. They had just finished a two hour long show, and were all ready to head back home.

Sometimes, their concerts could go on for many hours, but they had to cut this one a bit short due to their bassist's, Virgil's, anxiety. Remus and Janus didn't mind much, considering Virgil's mental health was rather important, and having an anxiety attack is not a good look.

Virgil quickly gathered his stuff up and left, waving goodbye to the other two, who waved back.

Then, he was gone, leaving Janus and Remus alone.

Janus stood in front of the vanity they had, wiping the makeup off his face. Half of it was designed to look like a snake. It was an idea that he'd gotten while Remus compared him to one when they first started the band.

Janus took it pretty lightly, since he couldn't really argue with it. Heterochromia, sharper than average canines, and his snake bites. The piercings actually came after Remus compared him to a snake, but he decided to get them because why not. And also because Remus liked piercings.

Perhaps it was a kink? One could never be sure with Remus.

"You should wash the makeup off your face, love," Janus advises him, using the makeup wipe to scrub off the eyeshadow caked around his yellow-green eye. He heard Remus groan from behind him.

"Ugh, but that's a lot of work. Besides, it makes me look sexy."

"You look sexy all the time," Janus counters, with a roll of his eyes. He throws the wipe into the trash, turning back to Remus. Remus grins at him, and gives him an "I know" sort of look.

Janus has to resist the urge to roll his eyes again.

Remus holds his arms out, making grabby hands at Janus. Janus stays where he is.

"You're covered in sweat, Re," Janus says, his foot tapping against the ground. "All of your jumping and moving on stage has drenched you."

"This isn't even that bad," Remus argues, waving his hand dismissively. "Besides, I want cuddles."

"Cuddles-shmuddles," Janus says, rolling his eyes. "If we cuddle, you're going to end up falling asleep, and we're not sleeping backstage while you have a full face of makeup."

Remus had a habit of sleeping in makeup. He wore some every day, even when they didn't have shows, but never bothered to take it off.

His face was a bit greasy, but other than that, he surprisingly never broke out.

Remus whines, his arms falling sadly to his sides. "But Jaaaaan!"

"But Reeeeee," Janus mocks, and Remus frowns, crossing his arms over his chest with a huff.

"You're so mean to me," Remus says, with a pout. "After all I do for you."

Janus rolls his eyes, leaning back against the wall. "Oh, yeah, I'm so mean to you. It's not like I'm willing to take care of your sexual desires whenever you need."

Remus had a high sex drive, and Janus was obviously more than happy to help him satisfy it. His words were mostly meant to tease.

But, that gives Remus an idea. He craved physical contact, and he'd get it one way or another, damnit.

"What if I need my sexual desires taken care of now?"

Janus stops, glancing down at Remus's crotch, before saying "you're not even hard."

Remus shrugs, as he gets up and strolls over to Janus. He wraps his arms around Janus's shoulders, twirling him around, before he backed up against the wall. Janus wastes no time planting his hands on Remus's waist, and smirks when Remus leans against the wall, obviously understanding what Remus is doing.

Janus tsks, moving his face so that they're mere centimeters apart. His hands slide from Remus's waist to the man's thighs, squeezing and rubbing them, before he slotted his own thigh between them. Remus whined, as he felt Janus's leg press against his crotch.

"You're such a whore, Re," Janus hisses, Remus whining at the insulting name. Janus grinned, one of his hands reaching up to lightly tug on Remus's hair so he could press their lips together.

Despite Janus's rough grip and degrading words, the kiss is rather sweet. Janus had a way of being so charming, even with his hands tugging at Remus's hair, and his teeth biting at Remus's lip.

Remus gently rocks his hips against Janus's thigh, and gasps, breaking the kiss as his growing hard-on grinds against Janus's leg.

"Such a slut," Janus growls out, his lips moving to attack Remus's neck. He doesn't bother leaving kisses, moving straight to biting. He sinks his sharp canines into Remus's neck, enjoying the moan the man let's out at the action, before he laps up the blood.

"Jan," Remus moans out, grinding down harder on Janus's thigh. His head is thrown back in pleasure, head bumping against the wall every time he rocks back. His cock is aching in his jeans, and he grinds faster as an attempt to gain more friction.

"Look at you; you're so pathetic. Eager to get off in any way I let you, even if it's just you grinding against my leg like some dumb mutt," Janus spits, his nails digging into Remus's waist.

Remus moaned at the name, hands squeezing Janus's shoulders. "Fuck, yes Jay," he whined. "I'm just your dumb little mutt Jay, so pathetic, only for you. Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Remus chants the curse word like it's a prayer, as he grinds down harder on Janus's leg.

"I'm so close, please, Jan, I'm gonna-" He cuts himself off with a gasp as Janus bites down on Remus's neck yet again, and he comes right then and there with a high moan of Janus's name.

Remus pants as he comes down from his high, and Janus presses a kiss to the side of his face.

"I love you, Re," Janus says, and Remus responds with a hum, resting against the wall. Thank God they kept extra clothes here, so that Remus didn't have to ride home with come in his pants. Although, knowing Remus, he probably wouldn't mind.

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"You need to work on setting realistic goals," Logan says, as Roman pushes open the door to his room. His hands are on Logan's hips, and he's pushing the logical trait into his room.

"And you need to work on having a bit more fun," Roman retaliates, pushing Logan down onto the bed.

Logan huffs, his eyes narrowed. "And is this your definition of 'fun?' Seems more like something your brother would be into."

"You comparing me to him?"

"Of course not, I'm just stating facts. You have to admit, he's the one with a high libido."

"But I'm the one with better skills when it comes to treating my partner," Roman counters, placing a kiss to Logan's cheek. Logan looks indifferent at the contact.

"You're so wrapped up in your head most of the time that you usually forget about your partner," Logan refutes. "Besides, unless your definition of treating someone well is you begging them to fuck you, I'd argue you hardly treat them at all."

Roman frowns slightly. "You really believe that?"

"Of course I do," Logan answers, sitting himself up and pushing Roman up with him, the fanciful trait now being seated in his lap. "Can you remember the last time you did something for me, without thinking about what you'd get out of the experience."

Roman opens his mouth to answer, before closing it. He thinks back over their relationship, realizing he's never really done something solely for Logan.

His eyes brim with tears, and Logan's demeanor softens almost immediately.

"Hey, Roman, I didn't mean to make you feel bad," Logan says, awkwardly rubbing Roman's hip. He wasn't the greatest at sugar coating things, and he tended to be rather blunt.

And it seems like now what he had said had affected Roman in a negative way, and Logan had no idea how to fix it.

Roman sniffles, burying his face in Logan's shoulder. His voice is muffled as he says "I know," and Logan feels worse about what he said.

"It's just that... you're right. I've never done anything for you. I've just been existing like a parasite at your side, begging and wanting and taking, and never giving anything in return. I'm a horrible boyfriend."

"You're not-"

"I am! You just implied it; don't lie to me, Logan!"

Logan frowned, setting his hands on Roman's shoulders and pushing him back slightly. "Roman, I'm not lying. You know I see no point in it," he says, before gently cupping Roman's cheek. "I'm sorry for what I may have implied, but I want to let you know it was never my intention to upset you."

Roman leaned into his hand, but still looked rather sad. Logan sighed softly.

"You originally were planning on initiating intercourse, right?" Logan asks, his other hand gently rubbing Roman's side. Roman nods slowly, glancing up at Logan's face.

Logan gives him a small smile, and it makes Roman's heart flutter. Logan didn't smile often, so Roman always found it super special when he did.

"I know you like when things get... rougher, per se," Logan begins, noticing the way Roman immediately perks up. He's interested... eager, almost. And Logan's smile widens, just a little bit.

Sure, sex doesn't solve anything, but that's what Roman had originally wanted to do, and Logan wanted to indulge him in his wants.

"Well, we can still do that. But... if you're really feeling bad about what I said, how about I punish you?" Logan suggests, voice low. A shiver courses through Roman's body, and he's nodding, excited over what's to come.

Logan presses a sweet kiss to Roman's lips, before he urges the man off his lap. Roman scrambles to do so immediately, flopping down on his back with his legs spread. He awaits instruction, which Logan is happy to give him.

Starting with ordering him to strip.

Roman does so almost instantly, pulling his clothes off his body without hesitation. He was the furthest away from insecure, when it came to his body at least.

He knew he was hot, and Logan tended to remind him that he was beautiful (in his own way of telling Roman that who cared what his body looked like because it was muscle and skin and bones, and how everybody had one).

Logan hums, running his hands over Roman's body. Roman smiles at the contact, before Logan's hands are moving away from his body, and to his own clothes.

"Roll over for me, Roman," Logan instructs, as he pulls his own shirt off. Roman takes a moment to admire his boyfriend's toned chest, before he does as Logan says and rolls over onto his hands and knees. Logan's hands are back on him almost immediately, roaming over his back and squeezing his ass, and Roman's face turns pink as Logan continues to feel him up.

He then lets out a surprised squeak as Logan's hand comes down hard on his ass.

He hears Logan chuckle behind him. "I did say this was a punishment, didn't I?"

Roman nods his head, letting out a whine as Logan rubs over the place he just smacked.

"You're going to count for me, okay Roman? Starting from one," Logan orders, and Roman nods again, letting out a mix of a moan and a whine when Logan's hand comes down on his ass again.

"One," he breathes out, sticking his ass out farther, enjoying the pain as Logan hit him and the sting that was left behind after he did.

He hardly had time to recover, before Logan's hand came down again.

"Two," Roman moans out, shoving his face into the sheets in order to make himself sound less pathetic. He closed his legs, too, hoping to hide how hard his cock had gotten at the pain.

Mere seconds after he said the number, Logan spanks him again, and Roman moans again, letting out a pathetic "three."

They continue like this, all the way up to ten. Roman's eyes are brimming with tears, a few having already spilled down his face due to the pain, and his ass burned from the smacks. He was almost unbearably hard at this point, however, and he gasped when Logan flipped him over.

"You okay?" Logan asks him, placing a kiss against Roman's neck, as he straddles Roman's thigh. His own leg is pressed against Roman's cock. Roman nods, hand reaching up and lacing his fingers through Logan's hair.

"Yeah," Roman breathes out, tilting his head to make his neck easier to access. Logan smiled and immediately began pressing kisses and nipping at the skin, Roman letting out soft moans and whines. His cock is begging to be touched, and he bucks his hips up, grinding it against Logan's leg.

"Logan, please," Roman whines, gently tugging on Logan's hair. Logan rubs his leg against Roman's cock, the prince letting out a moan.

Logan doesn't ask him what he means, knowing what Roman wants. He leans over to the end table, grabbing some lube out of it. They didn't have sex often, mostly because Logan had no desire too, but Roman was horny a lot more than one would initially think he'd be.

Logan squirts some of the lube on his fingers, before setting the bottle to the side.

He wastes no time pushing one of his fingers into Roman, the man letting out a whine at the weird feeling. It didn't feel bad, per se, just different. Logan made sure to stretch him every time they fucked, mostly because he wanted to hear Roman's pathetic noises.

Logan pushes a second finger in, scissoring them and curling them in order to effectively stretch Roman out. When Logan pushes in a third, he's pumping them in and out of Roman, and Roman's trying to rock himself back on them.

Sadly, Logan pulls his fingers out, and Roman whines at the loss. Logan rolls his eyes, as he pulls his own pants and boxers off.

"Hush, Roman, you'll get what you want soon enough."

"But you're taking so long," Roman whines, bucking his hips. He just wanted to be fucked, and Logan wouldn't hurry up and get to it.

Logan tsks, as he lubes up his cock. "Keep whining and I'll make you wait longer," he threatens, narrowing his eyes. Roman whines again at the all-too-real threat, and tries to keep his mouth shut.

But... Logan has an idea, sparked by his own words.

He lined himself up with Roman's entrance and pushed himself in. Roman lets out a moan, but is silenced suddenly as Logan wraps his hand around Roman's throat. Roman's eyes roll back into his head at the sensation, loving the feeling of his blood flow being restricted.

He though the spanking was as rough as Logan was going to go, but he was definitely pleased that the man went further.

Logan didn't start off slow, he went straight to pounding into Roman's ass. The creative trait did say he wanted Logan to hurry up.

Logan's hand eased up around Roman's neck, and Roman sucked in a large breath, before letting out a moan.

"Logan, Logan, Logan," Roman chants, before pressure is reapplied to his throat. He arches his back at the sensation, drool dripping down his chin. He's in absolute heaven right now, and judging from the grunts and groans coming from Logan, he was enjoying himself too.

The hand that's not wrapped around Roman's throat is holding tight to Roman's hip, Logan's nails digging into the skin.

He's determined, as he usually is, to nail that spot that will drive Roman up the wall. And after a few altered thrusts, he finds it. Roman lets out a strangled cry as his back arches, and Logan smiles smugly.

He continues abusing that spot, enjoying all the choked moans and whines Roman let's out.

They continue like this, Logan occasionally easing up on Roman's throat so the prince doesn't pass out on him, until Roman manages to choke out a "close."

Logan's hand that was digging into Roman's hip instead moves to his cock, jerking Roman off in tune with his thrusts. Roman moans, bucking up into Logan's hand.

He comes moments later with a choked moan, clamping his ass down on Logan's cock, pushing Logan over the edge and causing the man to spill his seed inside of Roman. Roman whines at the feeling, as Logan rides out his orgasm, before pulling out.

"You okay?" Logan asks, gently massaging Roman's hips.

Roman nods, before asking "can we take a shower? I feel gross."

Logan nods, sliding off the bed before carrying Roman to the prince's bathroom.

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Patton tried to keep from seeming too excited, as he hummed and danced while hanging out in the kitchen.

He was baking cookies, one of the only things he could decently make (curse Thomas's poor cooking skills having an affect on him), although, anticipation coursed through his veins.

Logan had brought up something about how the dark sides seemed to have an animal traits that correlated with physical features and abilities. While Patton was unsure if this was true in Virgil's sake, as he had never seen anything even remotely animal like (other than his unnaturally sharp canines) on the man, he knew it was definitely true for Janus and Remus.

Remus had his tentacles, which he liked to flaunt. He tended to have them out constantly, whether that be to annoy his brother or to just stick himself to the ceiling, who cares.

And Janus obviously had his scales than ran down the left side of his body. They were predominately on his face, and then appeared in patches running down his torso and leg, having larger patches on his shoulder, hip, elbow, and knee.

But... they watched The Jungle Book recently, and that part with the snake hypnotizing Mowgli came up, and that's all Patton could think about.

He knew that it was silly, and that there was no scientific evidence that snakes could actually hypnotize their prey (he had asked Logan after the movie, playing it off as just being curious), but he still wanted to make sure.

So, he had asked Janus, and received the answer he didn't want to, that no, snakes can't actually hypnotize their prey.

But, that didn't mean Janus couldn't hypnotize people.

Janus had worded it vaguely, simply saying he had been interested in the workings of hypnosis, and he'd practiced some of the techniques. He mentioned that he'd been able to put himself in a few trances (usually after a particularly rough day with the light sides) but said he had never tried it out on another side before, so he was unsure if it worked on others or not.

So, he'd put Patton in a trance, and given him some triggers.

The catch was, Patton didn't know what the triggers were. Janus didn't even bother testing them after installing them, claiming he wanted to leave them "for a rainy day."

So, that led Patton to where he was now, anticipation practically eating him from the inside out, as he waited for Janus to trigger it.

Maybe he had already, and it didn't work. The whole point of this was to test whether or not he could hypnotize others.

Speaking of Janus, said side sauntered into the kitchen. His cape and hat had been discarded. It was a subtle change, but it made him look somewhat more casual. He smiled when he saw Patton was there.

"Good afternoon, Patton," Janus says, and Patton's head snaps around to look at him.

His face flushes, much to his dismay. He clears his throat, and responds "hey there, Jay!"

"What are you making, dear?" Janus asks, placing a hand on Patton's hip as he sets his head on Patton's shoulder, glancing into the oven.

"Cookies," Patton answers, trying to ignore the subtle way Janus rubbed his hips.

"Oh? Well, that's rather ironic," Janus says, and Patton raises an eyebrow, wondering briefly what Janus meant. He didn't have to think about it for long though, as Janus continued. "Those smell delicious, but I have my cookie in my arms."

Patton suddenly felt weak in the knees, as a blissful wave of nothingness crashed over him. He leaned into Janus, the deceitful side smiling. Moments later, Patton blinked, and glanced up at Janus.

"Wha-?"

"Cookie," Janus repeated, before Patton could finish, and the man's eyes rolled back into his head, his legs finally giving out on him as he fully leaned on Janus. The man's arms around his waist were the only thing keeping him upright.

Janus quickly picked Patton up, and brought him into the main room, setting Patton down on the couch. The man's head lulled to the side, before he finally snapped back to attention. His cheeks were bright red as he hesitantly met Janus's eyes. Janus was smiling sweetly at him.

"Do you like that trigger? I thought that'd be a fun one for you," he coos, cupping Patton's face. Patton leans into the touch.

"It sure is... interesting. Why 'cookie,' though?"

"Because, it's a sweet nickname for you," Janus responds, as he sits next to Patton on the couch. He pulls the moral side onto his lap, Patton blushing darker at the position. "Colour?" Janus then asks, and Patton quickly responds "green."

He then opens his mouth to say something else, but Janus mumbles "cookie," before he can. Patton's body slumps over Janus's, another wave of nothingness crashing over him. Drool pools at the corner of his mouth, some of it dripping onto Janus's neck.

Janus cringes at the feeling, but doesn't reprimand Patton for it, as it was something he couldn't exactly control.

Patton was uncomfortably hard in his jeans, loving how Janus could use his mind like a plaything. When he came to yet again, he gently grinds down against Janus's leg, letting out a shaky moan at the friction. Janus smirks at the action.

His hands plant themselves on Patton's hips, staring into the man's eyes. "Are you really this worked up already? Just from a simple trigger? My, my." Janus tuts, and Patton whines.

He can't help it! He would be lying if he said he didn't find the fact Janus could use this on him all the time hot.

"That isn't the only trigger I have installed," Janus then says, and Patton's eyes widen. This isn't? Janus has implemented others? Patton shivers in anticipation.

"Oh? Are you curious?" Janus asks, knowing full well Patton is. Patton nods eagerly, trying to resist the urge to grind against Janus again.

"Well, I guess I can't blame you," he continues, hands gently running over Patton's sides. Patton whines at the contact, before Janus captures his lips. Patton immediately moans into the kiss, a rush of pleasure overtaking him. What was happening?

He felt like he was being touched, fucked, pleasured, and Janus still just had his hands lightly running over Patton's body.

Janus smirked, as Patton connected the dots. He expected the feeling to fade shortly after, just like the nothingness did, but it didn't. Patton's hands gripped tight to Janus's shoulders, unable to keep from rolling his hips against Janus's thigh. Janus didn't try to stop him, letting Patton get himself off.

"Jay," Patton moans, as Janus kissed around his face and neck. None of them added to the feeling of pleasure he was receiving which made Patton wonder if it only happened if Janus kissed his lips.

Imagine this happening every time they kissed. The idea made Patton whine.

Janus smirks, one of his gloved hands sliding under Patton's shirt. "Yes, cookie?" Janus responds, sweetly, and Patton's head rolls to the side, Janus still guiding the man's hips with his hands.

Patton comes with a sweet moan of Janus's name, before slumping over. Janus smiles, gently rubbing Patton's back.

"How are you feeling?" Janus asks, and Patton lets out a soft laugh.

"Really good."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Janus smiles. "I can get rid of the triggers, if you want. I know how inconvenient it would be to feel this way whenever we kissed."

"What about the 'cookie' trigger?"

Janus hummed. "Would you want to keep that?"

"Yes, please Jay."

Janus laughed softly, placing a kiss to the side of Patton's head. "Then yeah, we can keep it."

"Okay. I love you Jay."

"Love you too, Patton."

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Remus whines, tugging on the ropes that had tied his wrists together. Logan had tied them tightly, and made sure they were inescapable. Remus couldn't move them at all from where they were attached to the headboard. He had a blindfold on, so he couldn't even stare and admire Logan while he was tied up.

He tugs on them again, letting out a pathetic "Logan," which earned him a swift tug to his hair.

He lets out a lewd moan at the action, and Logan scoffs.

"That's not my name," Logan reminds him, pulling on the man's hair yet again. Remus whines.

They had just been kissing and groping, and Logan had gotten rope and tied Remus up. Remus was thrilled when that happened - bondage was hot. But then Logan tied a blindfold over his eyes and ignored him, sitting down next to the bed to read some dumb book.

Who would want to read when Remus's beautiful ass was on display for them to fuck?

Logan, apparently.

The only reason Remus could tell Logan was still in the room with him was due to the quiet sound of a page being flipped every once in a while.

"Sir," Remus whines, and Logan finally glances up from his book and at Remus. "Please, sir, I've been good lately. You can use me however you want; I'll do whatever you want me to. Please, sir, I just want your cock - I want it so bad."

Logan rolls his eyes, releasing Remus's hair. Remus pouting as he thinks Logan is just going to continue ignoring him and go back to his book yet again. But, he hears the sound of fabric being thrown to the floor, followed by a belt being unbuckled, and he wiggles in excitement. Yes! He was finally going to get what he wanted!

He feels Logan get on the bed, before the man tugs on his hair again. Once again, Remus moans.

"Sir?" Remus asks, before he felt Logan's teeth sink into his neck. Remus squeaks, before immediately tilting his head to the side. "Please, sir!" he begs. "Bite me more! Mark me up so everyone knows I belong to you!"

"You're such a whore," Logan spits, suddenly, before leaving another bite. "So desperate for me in any way that I come, huh?" Logan pulls on his hair again, and Remus whines, trying to push himself back against Logan. Logan tsks, and his hand is wraps around Remus's throat, squeezing tight.

Remus throws his head back and lets out a strangled moan, Logan just squeezing tighter at the action.

"You like that, don't you slut? You like being choked? God, you're such a masochist."

Drool drips down Remus's chin, and Logan slowly eases his hand up on Remus's neck, before it falls completely. Remus is sucking in deep breaths, before he's begging Logan to do it again.

Logan doesn't say anything, and the silence makes Remus think he's left. But then he hears a drawer being opened and a cap being popped, and he wiggles in excitement.

He pushes his chest to the bed, his ass on display, as he begs Logan to hurry up. He wanted to be fucked and filled.

"Sir please, I need your cock so bad, please," Remus babbles, spreading his legs apart. He hears Logan grunt softly, and he can only imagine what Logan was doing behind him. Was he getting himself off to the sight of Remus? Was he lubing himself up?

The latter proved to be true when Logan's hands held tightly to Remus's hips, before he roughly thrusts into the man's ass. Remus throws his head back and lets out a loud moan at the action.

"Sir, sir, fuck, fuck I love your cock, sir." Remus is whining and moaning as he rocks his hips against Logan's cock, determined to gain more friction. Logan's not moving - his hands are running over Remus's sides and thighs, reaching and pinching and twisting at Remus's nipples. As much as Remus loved the feeling, he wanted to be fucked, and boy, he was not above begging.

"Please, sir, fuck me, fuck me I need it so bad," Remus begs, and he feels Logan's hands pause on his body. When nothing happens for a few seconds, Remus continues. "Sir, I need you to fuck me. I'm your dumb toy, sir, use me like a cum-dump, please, sir-"

He's cut of suddenly when Logan quickly pulls back and thrusts back in, and Remus moans again.

He half expects Logan to stop again, but is pleasantly surprised when he doesn't. Kind of a good thing, considering Remus could be rather impatient at times.

Logan sets a fast and rough pace, knowing Remus would beg for it anyway. That doesn't stop Remus from praising him while he does so.

"Fuck, sir, feels so good-" Remus interrupts himself with a loud moan when Logan quickly nails his prostate. "Sir!"

Logan's face is in Remus's shoulder, biting and sucking marks into the man's neck and shoulder. Remus whines at the bites, loving when Logan marks him up. Everyone already knows he's a whore, but the marks just let them know that he's Logan's whore.

"Fuck, Remus," Logan mutters, and Remus grins at Logan's voice.

Logan doesn't have nearly as much stamina as Remus does, despite the fact they've been fucking for a while. It made sense, however, considering Remus has always had a lot of stamina. And an insatiable libido, but Logan usually helped him with that.

"Sir? Are you close, sir?" Remus asks, listening intently to Logan's groans and low moans. He likes knowing that Logan is enjoying this as much as he is.

"Yeah. Want me to come inside you? Such a cum-dump," Logan mutters, his voice breathy. Remus whines at the insult.

"Yes, sir, come inside me please! I wanna feel your come in me!"

Logan moans softly at Remus's words, thrusting hard one last time, before coming inside of Remus. Remus moans at the feeling of being filled, while Logan thrusts a few more times to ride out his orgasm.

He pulls out, before quickly untying Remus and flipping him over.

Remus's first instinct is to go and try to pull off the blindfold, but his cock is suddenly engulfed by Logan's mouth. Remus's hands clench into fists, and he doesn't hesitate to buck into Logan's mouth.

Logan lets him, sucking and licking at the shaft, before running his tongue over the slit. Remus moans, and gives no warning before he comes into Logan's mouth.

Logan frowns, but swallows it regardless.

Which is kind of difficult considering Remus has a larger load than normal, but he forces as much of it down as he can, wiping the remaining come from his chin.

"A little 'heads-up' would be appreciated," he mutters, finally taking Remus's blindfold off.

"Yeah, but it's more fun to surprise you."

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"You know you can't help everyone."

"I know."

"You know it's okay to cry too, right?"

"Yeah."

Emile smiles up at Patton. Patton had been hit with some negative feelings after one of Virgil's breakdowns. It was upsetting to know that you couldn't love someone's mental illness away, and Patton was harshly reminded of that.

He and Logan managed to calm Virgil down, and Logan went to make him some tea, while Patton had to leave.

He thought it was somewhat selfish. Virgil was the one going through a hard time, and he felt bad that he couldn't just make all the bad thoughts go away.

To be fair, Virgil was anxiety, so Patton doubted the man's anxiousness would ever go away. He could still hope, though.

But Emile had been summoned by Janus, who, after Patton didn't come out of his room for an hour, got worried about him.

And here he was, sitting on the floor in front of Patton, who was sitting on the edge of his bed.

"You also know it's okay to ask for things, yeah?"

Patton nods, wiping his eyes. He had stopped crying a while ago, but just the soft way Emile was speaking to him was getting to him.

He was regarded with excitement, energy, cheer. But people were hardly gentle with him.

He was the fun-loving dad! The supportive and happy one! Morality!

Patton muffles a sound with his hand, and Emile couldn't tell if it was a laugh or a sob.

When Patton moves his hand away, however, Emile could clearly see a smile. He smiles in response.

"What's got you so happy?"

"I'm not necessarily happy..." He seems hesitant to admit that he wasn't exactly feeling happy, but he smiles a little when he did. He continues. "I'm just snickering and how this whole ordeal went down. I mean, there are way better ways to hang out with you besides receiving therapy."

Emile smiles a little, before saying "I'm not exactly here to hang out..."

"I know, I know, but... it wouldn't hurt if you stayed a bit, would it?"

Emile smiles wider at the implication that Patton wants him to stay, setting a hand on the man's thigh.

"It wouldn't. I'll happily stay."

Patton giggles, as he scoops Emile into his arms, effectively pulling him onto the bed and trapping him in cuddles.

It ended with Patton laying on top of Emile, head resting against the man's chest.

Patton smiled as he heard Emile's heartbeat. It was steady... relaxed. Patton liked that Emile was relaxed around him.

"You work too much..." Patton mumbles, as Emile gently runs his hands through Patton's hair.

Emile hums. "I have reasonable hours. And I make exceptions to come and see you, don't I?"

"Today hardly counts as an exception. Janus called you. Technically, you were still working," Patton counters, and Emile softly laughs.

"I'm not working right now, am I?"

"No... but I miss you. You know I love the others, but I'm not in a relationship with them. I get lonely when you're not around."

"I'm sorry, Patty-Cake," Emile says, softly. "Want me to make it up to you?"

"Depends on how you plan to do so."

"A movie and cuddles?"

"Hmmm..." Patton pretends to think about it, before he places a kiss to Emile's lips, shifting slightly so he was in the man's lap. Emile sits up, his hands planting themselves on Patton's waist.

When Emile pulls away, he sees that Patton is grinning. He lets out a soft laugh.

"Well, it has been a while since we've done something like this..."

"We don't have to go all the way, since I know you have to eventually go back to work, but I was hoping we could have a little fun," Patton says, bonking their foreheads together.

"How did we go from you crying to this?"

"You're the therapist; you figure it out."

Emile lets out a soft laugh. "Yeah, yeah, fair." He gently pushes Patton over, the moral side's back hitting the bed. Emile gently pulls up Patton's shirt, just enough to expose his stomach, before he presses a few soft kisses to the squishy skin.

Patton giggled. "Emi!"

"Okay, okay. But I love your body, Pat." As to reiterate his point, he rests his head against Patton's stomach, closing his eyes as he lets out a relaxed sigh.

"I can tell."

"Shush." Emile reopens his eyes, and places one last kiss on Patton's stomach, before he's quick to undress said male's bottom half. As he does so, Patton sits up slightly, leaning against his arms as he watched Emile.

Emile quickly tugged off Patton's shorts, followed quickly by his boxers.

He didn't hesitate taking Patton's half-hard cock into his hands, stroking fast as he worked him to full hardness.

Patton let out soft moans and whines as Emile did so, words of praise and pleas slipping from his lips.

"Emi," Patton breathes out, and Emile grins, before taking the head of Patton's cock into his mouth. Patton moans, his head falling back. It had been a while, as they said, since they'd done anything sexual.

So Patton was rather sensitive, and he'd forgotten how good blowjobs felt. Even if Emile was hardly doing anything.

Emile's tongue licks around the head, swiping over the slit, as his hand works Patton's shaft.

He sinks down lower, humming as he does so, sending vibrations up Patton's cock. Patton moans, bucking his hips up and accidentally gagging Emile.

"Oh! I'm sorry, Emi, it just feels so good and I-"

Emile pops off his cock to shush him. "Pat, it's fine. You know I don't mind it..." he trails off, pink cheeks flushing a darker shade of red.

Patton smiles, and Emile smiles back.

"Can I continue?"

"Please, Emi."

Emile wastes no time going back to sucking on Patton's cock, humming as he sinks down lower, as humming banishes your gag reflex and Emile wanted to be able to deepthroat Patton's entire cock.

Besides, the humming caused pleasuring vibrations to be sent through his cock, and from the sounds of Patton's moans and whines, he enjoyed it.

He finally took Patton's cock down all the way, feeling Patton's hand tangle in his hair. Patton lightly tugs, before he thrusts up into Emile's mouth, letting out a moan. Emile gags slightly, but lets Patton do as he pleases, as he can tell that Patton's desperate for release.

"Emi, your mouth feels so good around my cock," Patton moans out, thrusting up into Emile's mouth yet again. Tears prick the corner of his eyes, but he keeps going, bobbing his head up and down, while Patton continues to fuck into his mouth.

Patton's head rolls back as his grip tightens in Emile's hair. "Emi- God, Emi, I love you so much."

Even during sexual instances, Patton couldn't help reminding Emile of how much he loved him. He couldn't help it. He loved Emile's sweet and caring nature, his gentle and smart approach to Patton's problems, and how willing he was to choke and gag on Patton's cock.

Emile continues to bob his head, licking and sucking around Patton's cock, while Patton thrusts into his mouth, repeatedly hitting the back of his throat.

"Emi- Emi, I'm close." Patton's eyes are screwed shut in pleasure. Emile hums in response, Patton moaning at the sensation.

Emile continues sucking, licking over the slit, before he feels Patton's hand force his head down as he comes into Emile's mouth with a whine. Emile gags, but has no choice but to swallow it. He does so, before coming off of Patton's cock. He licks his lips, before wiping away the come that was dripping down his chin.

"Feel better?" Emile asks Patton, smiling slightly.

Patton smiles fondly in return. "Much better. Will I see you tonight?"

"Of course. I love you."

"I love you too."

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Janus didn't expect hearing such explicit noises coming from Logan's room. He had almost missed it, initially, when he was walking by. But he had managed to catch a moan. He did a double take, when he realized who's room he had just passed.

He backed up, noticing the door was open just a crack. How unprofessional; Janus would have expected Logan to at least be smart enough to close the door.

He had peaked inside, not expecting to see Logan bouncing slowly on a dildo. He still had a shirt on, but his tie was untied, just hanging loosely around his neck.

Logan's face was flushed, and his eyes were screwed shut. Despite the fact he was hardly moving, he looked to be in heaven.

Janus wasn't surprised. It only made sense that Logan got off very rarely, and was therefore more sensitive. How cute.

He stood at the door, continuing to watch as Logan bounced on the toy, enjoying the moans and whines Logan let out. He felt his own cock twitch in his pants at the sight, and he bit his lip. He could go back to his room and get off, which would be the smarter option, or he could stand here and get off to the sight of Logan.

Or...

Janus quietly pushes open the door, before quietly shutting it behind him. He then clears his throat.

"Well, isn't this a sight," he begins, watching as Logan's eyes snap open. He sinks fully down on the toy, but he keeps grinding against it, seemingly desperate for friction. Janus continues, "It seems you accidentally left the door open."

"Absurd," Logan responds, almost immediately. He's panting quietly. "I don't do things accidentally."

Janus raises an eyebrow. "You left it open on purpose, then? Were you just hoping someone would walk by and catch you?"

"I was."

"Shameless, aren't you. And rather kinky-"

"I'm not kinky."

Janus tsks, strutting up to Logan and quickly grabbing his chin. He firmly tilts Logan's face upwards, bringing their faces close together.

"Oh, Logan, you and I both know that's a lie."

Logan's the one who ends up closing the gap between then, desperate for human affection, or just human contact in general. He knew what he was doing leaving his door open - of course he did. He was hoping someone would walk in on him - he was hoping someone would catch him. Both due to the thrill of being caught doing something so unlike him, and the way he felt when that person inevitably touched him.

As Janus was doing now.

He had released Logan's chin, and his hands had begun roaming over Logan's body. It felt weird, because of Janus's gloves, but Logan was just desperate for any contact in general.

Janus's tongue slipped into Logan's mouth, Logan moaning at the unfamiliar feeling.

He got off occasionally by himself, sometimes finding himself randomly aroused, or stressed and in need of relief. But he had always craved another person. He'd never admit it, of course, because then he'd sound stupid.

Logan sat up on his knees, both trying to deepen the kiss and get off the toy, but Janus's hands are on his hips in an instant, and his roughly forced back down.

His back arches as he lets out a high moan, nails digging into the fabric covering Janus's arms.

"Janus?" Logan asks, questioningly, his face flushed. Janus raises an eyebrow in response, a smirk on his face.

"Yes?"

"I thought you were-"

"Going to fuck you?" Janus chuckled, hand coming to hover in front of his lips as he did so. He glances at Logan's pathetic looking figure, eyes shining. "No. I'd much rather sit here and watch you get off. It's such an alluring sight."

Of course, he'd love to see Logan beneath him at some point, but that was best saved for a later time. Right now, he just wanted to watch, and maybe tease Logan, as he fucked himself on that toy.

Logan's cheeks turn a bright red, causing Janus to raise an eyebrow. Embarrassment, perhaps?

Janus takes a seat on the bed across from Logan, watching him expectantly with a smirk on his face. Logan dares to glance down, and he notices that Janus was clearly hard in his pants.

Logan clears his throat, looking back at Janus. "Are you sure you don't want me to help you with-"

"I'm sure," Janus cuts him off, at Logan swallows the spit in his mouth. Is he too shy? The little nerd, the one who wanted to get caught, too embarrassed to keep going.

"Are you too flustered to continue, Logan?" Janus purrs, words more meant to tease than to accuse. Logan swallows and shakes his head, before shakily lifting himself back up, and slamming himself back down, letting out a loud moan as he does so.

He definitely seems more hesitant now that he knows he has an audience, but he was still horny and in need of relief, so he kept bouncing on the toy.

Janus watched him intensely, watching as Logan let out a moan every time he went down, how his hands toyed with himself, and the way his eyes would look at everything but Janus.

How cute.

Logan slowly began bouncing faster, a single bead of sweat dripping down his forehead. He didn't do things like this often, so he got a bit of a workout from this. He was spurred on by Janus's groans and moans as he palmed himself through his pants, eyes never moving anywhere but Logan.

Logan's face was flushed a light red as he moved a bit faster, moans continuing to spill from his mouth. His head rolls back as he lets out a whine, and his back arches as he sinks down one final time, moaning as he comes.

He sits up and pushes the toy away, before sitting back down on the bed. He looks at Janus, who's face has a light dust of pink on it.

"Enjoy watching?" Logan asks, panting slightly.

Janus is quick to nod. "Very much so. Does your offer of helping me out still stand?"

Logan nods, and shuffles closer.

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Remy was storming down the hall, clearly irritated. He openly expressed it, both with the way he was muttering curses under his breath, and with the way his hands were curled into fists at his sides. He practically stomped down the hallway, and he was surely glaring underneath his sunglasses.

Janus, unfortunately, happened to be walking down the same hallway. He hardly had time to move out of the way before Remy's hand was on his chest. Remy violently pushed him to the side, Janus's back being slammed against the wall, as Remy just continued walking forward, as if he hardly registered what he did.

Or like he didn't care, which was the more accurate assumption.

If it would have been under different circumstances, Janus would have reprimanded him. Like if Remy had just shoved him forward or bumped his shoulder while storming past, then Janus would have said something snarky.

But, Remy had instead slammed him into the wall, knocking Janus's breath out of him.

And filling him with a strange amount of shock and arousal. He could hardly regain his own composure by the time Remy had left the hallway, bent over slightly, hands on his knees, as he wondered what the fuck happened?

He went back to his room, quickly forgetting about whatever common task he had been going to do, as all he could think about was the way was so easily able to shove his small body to the side.

He didn't sleep much that night. His eyes continuously flickered to the door, as he prayed that Remy wouldn't walk in.

He was known to barge in on sides who wouldn't sleep, offering to help them relax in order to knock them out. All for the sake of Thomas, of course, but the others definitely benefited from the sleep too.

Seems that someone else was having a worse night than he was, however, as Remy never showed.

Probably Logan or Virgil, seeing as those two tended to stay up. Maybe even Remus, as he was constantly restless. And his thoughts definitely kept Thomas from sleeping.

Whoever it was, Janus was glad, as they were keeping Remy away from him.

He tried to read to keep his mind off of it, but all he could think about was being shoved against the wall. He tried to shove the thoughts away, but that only encouraged Remus to pop in and tease him about the very family-unfriendly thoughts he was having.

Janus had to threaten him to make sure he kept his mouth shut.

The next morning, he didn't come down for breakfast. He'd go down later, when he was sure Remy wasn't lounging around, and get some tea.

However, a wrench were thrown into his plans when there was a knock on his door. Janus hisses, closing the book he had just been staring at, as his mind had been wandering to inappropriate places.

He gets up and opens the door, looking rather casual without his hat and cape. He was alone in his room, there was no need to look fancy. Besides, it was just Remus who was at the door.

...except it wasn't.

Janus throws open the door, looking rather impatient, before he's face to chest with a grinning Remy.

"Remus I-" Janus cuts himself off, as he's caught off guard by the unexpected figure. "Oh. Remy." Janus shifts his weight from one foot to the other, momentarily glancing up at Remy's face. Remy was leaning against Janus's door-frame, looking down at him.

"Hey babes," Remy responds, tilting his head down, his glasses slipping a bit down the bridge of his nose, revealing his gleaming brown eyes. "I heard from a pretty bird that you didn't sleep well last night."

"Did you hear that, or did you just utilize one for your main abilities?"

"The latter, but regardless, you didn't get enough sleep, and I'm here to question as to why?" Remy says, but leaves no time for Janus to respond as he continues. "Usually, you get the most sleep out of everyone. Virgil's typically too anxious to sleep, Logan likes to stay up and overwork himself, Roman much the same, Remus is... well, Remus, I'm sure I don't have to explain, but you. You're usually pretty good when it comes to sleeping well. That's why you're my favourite."

Janus knew Remy didn't really mean that, but his stomach churned at the words. He wanted Remy to stop talking and leave, but the man instead strolls into Janus's room, without caring to ask if it was okay. He shuts the door behind him.

Remy was surprisingly invasive. And surprisingly annoying.

"Why is that, babe?" Remy asks, snapping Janus out of his head.

Janus turns to Remy, arms crossed across his chest. He looks bored. "Whatever do you mean, Remy?"

"Why didn't you sleep well?" Remy clarifies, falling onto Janus's bed. "There an issue on your mind? Somethin' buggin' ya? You can be honest with me, babe, even if lying's your whole shtick."

"Nothing was wrong, Remy. Just a rough night."

Remy hums, sitting up, and resting his head on his knees. "I think you're lyin' to me."

"It's what I do."

Remy simpers, his eyes scanning Janus's body beneath his sunglasses. "You can't lie to me," he then says, sounding rather cocky. Janus would expect nothing less from someone like Remy.

But, then Remy says something that makes Janus's blood run cold.

"Not with Remus's loud ass. You really think he could keep that pretty mouth of his shut?" Remy laughs, as if that's the stupidest thing in the world. And knowing Remus, it kind of is.

Janus stays silent, staring at the ground. He was trying to will away the growing blush on his cheeks, but, he knew Remy probably wouldn't allow that.

He seemed to be right in that regard, as he notices Remy shifting to the edge of the bed out of the corner of his eye, before Remy was standing up. Janus tries to ignore him, shifting his weight as he hoped Remy was leaving, but he sadly knew that wasn't the case.

Then, a hand grips his chin, and he's suddenly face to face with Remy. Remy's grinning in that self-assured way - a cocky smile that could rival even Roman's, and Janus feels his heart sink.

He expects Remy to laugh at him, as that was just the cruel nature of people, but then he feels Remy's other hand slowly trailing down his side. He's frozen in place, unsure of what to say or do in fear. Weird, considering he's usually so sure in his actions.

Remy seems to sense this, and he lets out a low chuckle that sends shivers down Janus's spine.

"Nervous?" Remy asks, leaning in closer.

"Never," Janus responds, eyes fluttering shut as Remy finally closes the gap between them. That seems to kick-start Janus's gay brain, and his arms wrap themselves around Remy's neck. The kiss is surprisingly sweet, and Janus finds himself intrigued by it. Remy wasn't one known to be particularly "sweet..."

However, any of his suspicions are quickly washed away, as Remy's hands grip his waist and lift him up, Janus breaking the kiss with a surprised gasp, before he's suddenly slammed up against his wall. And God, does he love that.

Remy grins at the growing blush on Janus's face.

"Remus said you liked that," Remy comments. "He said it's been all you can think about since last night. Who knew you'd like being pushed around."

"I don't," Janus says, trying to defend the last bit of dignity he had left. He felt Remy's hand tighten on his waist, before they let him go entirely. The only reason Janus hasn't fallen is due to his legs that were wrapped tightly around Remy's midsection, and his back that was pushed up against the wall.

Remy grins in response, the hands that were previously on Janus's waist now trailing down his legs, before moving back up his shirt.

"So, if you don't like this, do you want to stop?" Despite his words, his hands never stilled, daring to venture farther up Janus's chest, teasingly brushing over the man's nipples, before sliding back down his sides.

"No."

"Is that a lie?"

"No."

"Is that?"

Janus huffs, turning his head to the side. He heard Remy chuckle, before pressing a kiss to the side of Janus's head.

"I'm just trying to make sure you're comfortable with this," Remy says, and Janus glares at him.

"You're lying," he says, rolling his eyes.

"Only partially," Remy argues, pressing a kiss to the corner of Janus's lips. "You are comfortable with this, right?"

Janus nods, before confirming he was comfortable with them proceeding verbally. Remy smiles at the consent, before he goes right back to running his hands underneath Janus's shirt.

"Such a small body," Remy comments. "Do you have a small cock to match?" Remy hums, his hands hooking the edge of Janus's pants. "And just imagine my thick cock filling you up." He lets out a low chuckle, pressing kisses down Janus's jaw, before going to his neck.

Janus lets out a pathetic whine, before quickly slapping his hand over his mouth. Remy grins at the noise, using one of his hands to move Janus's hand away from his mouth. Janus frowns, a light blush covering his cheeks.

"I have five other hands; you really think pinning one to the wall is going to stop me?"

Remy raises his eyebrows, not surprised, but amused. "Nah, but if you keep doing that, I'll find an alternate solution. I'm a great problem solver."

Janus shivered at the hidden meaning behind that, but otherwise didn't tempt him. Maybe he would on a rainy day, provided Remy wasn't already busy.

Remy goes back to kissing and nipping at Janus's neck, trailing his teeth over the deceitful side's scales. He pulls away, before quickly pulling Janus's shirt off of him. He kissed over the patches of scales that appeared over the left side of his body, before he eventually pulls Janus's gloves on him.

Who just casually wore gloves around their room? Janus, apparently.

Janus's left hand was completely covered in scales, and the texture was a lot smoother than his normal hand, which was surprisingly rough.

Janus wrapped his arms around Remy's neck, before he ends up pulling Remy's sunglasses off and tossing them elsewhere. Remy frowned at the loss of one of his favourite items, but he might as well let Janus see his face. He was gorgeous after all.

He goes to pull down Janus's pants, but Janus stops him.

He shakes his head. "Not right now. It's still early."

"So?"

"So, I'll probably have to assist Thomas, and I don't want to be sore while doing so."

Remy frowns, but he understands. "Tonight, then?"

"I swear you're hornier than Remus is," Janus says, rolling his eyes, and Remy grins.

"Might be. That'd be a pretty impressive achievement, don't'cha think?" Remy asks, pressing a kiss to the side of Janus's face. Janus rolls his eyes.

"Sure."

"You never answered the question."

"Fine. Tonight works." He expects Remy to stop entirely, and leave him, half hard in his pants and red in the face. He did say he wanted to stop, after all.

But Remy doesn't stop. His hands leave Janus's pants alone, and go back to trailing over his body.

"Remy?"

"Yeah?" Remy pulls away again, looking genuinely confused, and a flash of concern shines in his eyes.

"Aren't we stopping?"

"Did you want to stop entirely?" Remy asks, hands planted on Janus's waist. "I thought you just meant no sex until tonight. I'm more than willing to get you off in a way that doesn't involve me fucking you senseless."

Janus can't help the whimper that escapes him, and Remy grins again.

"Yeah? You like that idea, Jay?" Janus nods at Remy's words, and Remy just can't help leaning in and kissing him again. His tongue slips through Janus's lips and into his mouth, pushing against Janus's tongue which only pushes back in defiance to be a brat.

Remy pulls away with a raised eyebrow, and Janus just grins in response. Neither of them mention it, however, as Remy repositions Janus's hips, slotting his thigh in between Janus's legs. Remy's body was almost fully pressed against Janus's at this point, his hands grabbing at groping at whatever he could, while he begins to grind against Janus. Janus gets the point quick, and wastes no time as he begins to grind against Remy's thigh.

He lets out a breathy moan, burying his face in Remy's neck, as Remy presses kisses and bites to whatever skin he can reach.

Remy's hands were still on his hips, squeezing and helping move his hips, although he didn't have to. Janus was grinding down more than willingly, enjoying the pleasure it brought him, and the grunts and groans Remy was letting out right next to his ear.

"Shoulda told me sooner, Jay," Remy groans, hands tightening on Janus's hips. "Why didn't you tell me last night, huh? Were you too embarrassed?"

"You didn't look like you wanted to talk," Janus responds, letting out a breathy moan as he grinds down harder.

"Mmm," Remy presses a kiss to the side of Janus's face. "I'm always willing to talk if we're talking about something like this."

"Of course you are," Janus responds, before whining. He'd roll his eyes if they weren't already rolling to the back of his head. "Why am I not surprised?"

Remy let out a breathy laugh, grinding his thigh harder against Janus's crotch, Janus's back arching as he suddenly comes in his pants with a high moan. Remy's movements against him pause, and Janus leans back against the wall to try and catch his breath.

He felt Remy's hands leave his waist, and then his thigh was gone from in-between Janus's legs, leaving only the wall to support him on his slightly shaky legs.

He expected Remy to leave. He wouldn't be surprised - it was Remy, after all, but instead, he felt a hand tangle in his hair, before he was being forced to his knees. He looked up at Remy from his knees, both confused and excited, only to be met with Remy grinning back down at him.

"Don't you want to be a good boy and return the favor, babe?" Remy asks, the hand not in Janus's hair already working to unbutton his pants.

Janus is quick to nod.

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"Virgil! Quit being a tease," Roman whines, tugging at the handcuffs keeping his hands bound to the headboard. The sharp metal cuts into his skin and he hisses, but doesn't complain, as he rather likes the feeling.

He just wishes Virgil would hurry up. He'd glare at him if he could, but alas, the blindfold over his eyes prevented him from doing so.

"I'm not trying to tease, Ro," Virgil responds, sounding a mix between annoyed and nervous. "You can't just ask me to cut you up and expect me not to be nervous about it. I'm literally the embodiment of anxiety."

"I didn't ask you to cut me up," Roman argues.

Virgil huffs, and Roman feels a sudden weight on his lower midsection. If he had to take a guess, he'd say Virgil just sat on him. He was proven right when he feels surprisingly smooth hands run over his chest.

The hands run over his biceps and abs, before they're off him. "You asked me to press a blade to your skin, and said you wouldn't mind if I made you bleed."

"I wouldn't."

Roman hears Virgil scoff, and mutter "masochist," under his breath. Roman can't deny that.

Then Roman feels the sharpness of a knife press against his throat and his breath hitches.

"Colour?" Virgil asks, clearly sounding hesitant. Roman can both hear it in his voice, and feel it with how lightly the blade is pressed against his skin.

"Green," Roman answers, smiling. "Don't be afraid, Vi, I asked you to do this. I like the adrenaline."

He hears Virgil huff. "I know, you made sure to mention that when bringing this up."

Roman grins, before rolling his hips up against Virgil, who moans and grinds down in response. "Asshole," Virgil mutters under his breath, and Roman lets out a breathy chuckle.

That is, until, the knife Virgil was holding to his neck suddenly presses down a little bit deeper. Roman draws in a sharp breath, anticipation coursing through him. If Virgil wanted to slash his throat right now, he could, and Roman couldn't fight back.

And while Roman didn't want to die, he had to admit the helplessness and inability to fight back was rather arousing.

He feels Virgil grind down against him again, as the knife trails down Roman's neck and over his chest. He feels the cool blade circle his nipple and he shivers. He hears Virgil take a deep breath, before the knife trails down his chest, pressing into his skin a bit as it trails over his stomach.

He feels the sting as it slices into his skin, letting out a pleased moan.

"Colour?" Virgil asks again. Roman feels his hand rub over his chest, and he feels his own blood being smeared over it.

"Green," Roman whines in response, before feeling Virgil's supposed tongue on his chest. From the way it feels, it's like he's licking up the blood, and that's basically confirmed when Virgil licks over the cut he just made. Roman shivers and whines, and Virgil grinds down on his hard-on in response.

"Virgil, please," Roman begs, rolling his hips in a desperate attempt to gain more friction. Virgil doesn't respond audibly, instead letting the knife drag over Roman's chest, cutting into him yet again. Roman moans again at the pain, grinding up against Virgil. This time, he hears Virgil let out a quiet moan in response, and Roman grins.

"That was cute," Roman coos, and he can only picture the scowl on Virgil's face.

"I have a knife pressed to chest. Do you really want to test me right now?" comes Virgil's response.

Roman lets out a breathy laugh, following up with "maybe," and in return, he gets another slash to his chest, which causes him to moan.

"F-for someone so hesitant to do this, you sure seem to be enjoying it," Roman teases yet again, stammering over his words as Virgil continued to grind against him.

Virgil lets out a breathy moan. "Can't help it," he moans out, Roman feeling the knife just be laid against his skin. Virgil isn't actively trying to cut him, focused now on just grinding against Roman, and Roman was happy to grind back.

Virgil's hands are feeling over Roman's toned chest, and he's back to dragging the blade over his body, continuing to grind against Roman.

"Roman," Virgil moans, quietly, the knife digging into Roman's chest yet again. Roman moans, rolling his hips up against Virgil's.

"Vi," Roman whines, back arching off the bed, the knife digging into him harder as a result. He just moaned even louder. "Vi, 'm so close."

"Come for me, then, princey," Virgil responds, knife still dragging across Roman's chest. He has an idea, and he quickly carves a "V" into Roman's chest, continuing his assault on Roman's crotch, before Roman lets out a moan of Virgil's name, coming in his boxers. Virgil was quick to follow, letting out a hushed moan as he did, continuing to grind against Roman through his own orgasm.

They both take a few minutes to catch their breaths, before Virgil quickly gets to work with untying Roman.

"I didn't hurt you too badly, did I?" Virgil asks, as he slips the blindfold off Roman's face. Roman shakes his head, as he takes Virgil's hand and they walk to the bathroom. In there, Roman takes a few seconds to admire his bloody chest, getting particularly excited when he sees the "V" Virgil sliced. Roman can heal the wounds anyway, but with the adoring way he was staring at the cut, Virgil guessed he would probably turn it into a scar.

Perks of not being real.

He's disappointed when they shower, but he understands why they need to. He can't just stay covered in blood.

Afterwards, they cuddle together in soft pajamas, Virgil's hands softly running over Roman's newfound wounds. They fall asleep like that, both of them smiling softly.

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"Remy," Emile begged, tears streaming down his face. He wanted to move, to touch himself, or to at least close his legs. But Remy had tied his wrists to the headboard and his legs to the post, rendering him practically helpless. Remy laid between his legs, currently sucking and biting Emile's thighs.

Remy ignored Emile, and his aching cock, in favor of leaving more marks.

"Remy, please!"

Still nothing. It seemed like Remy wasn't even hearing him, which was absurd considering how loud Emile was being.

"Remy, please, I've been good! I've been so good, please," Emile cried, more tears flowing down his cheeks. He tugged at the restraints around his wrists, eyes squeezing shut as his thighs tensed, moaning as Remy bit down into one of them.

Remy pulled away, licking his lips, as he stared down at Emile, as if evaluating him.

"Nah. We haven't even been going for that long," Remy says, with a grin, and Emile whimpers.

Remy's been bringing him to the brink of an orgasm, just to let go at the last second, leaning back as Emile's closeness faded. And he'd done it multiple times. Emile didn't know how much more he could handle.

"Please!" Emile tries to beg again, only to gasp when Remy's hand wraps around his cock. Emile tugs on the ropes around his wrists, whining when he feels the burn on his skin, as Remy continues pumping his cock.

"Please don't stop, Remy! Please, please, I need to come so bad!" he pleads, head thrown back in pleasure. As he felt himself getting close, he begs for Remy to keep going, to finally let him come. And Remy obliges, hand never faltering as he brings Emile to his climax. Emile lets out a pathetic cry as he comes, his wrists and ankles tugging against the restraints.

He's babbling "thank you" over and over as Remy works to untie him. He holds Emile close, the ropes now laying against the bed, while Remy gently kisses the lacerations on his wrists.

"Come on babe," Remy says. "Let's get you into the shower."

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"Aww, Logie, you're so cute," Patton coos, fingers thrusting in and out of Logan. The logical side moaning and whining beneath him.

"Pat- Patton," Logan moans, attempting to squeeze his thighs shut, only for Patton to tsk and push them back open. His fingers never falter, continuing to push in and out of Logan at a fast pace, pushing against Logan's prostate.

Logan arches his back letting out a pathetic whine, and Patton adores the sight.

"So sensitive. Are you going to come just from my fingers? That'll be kind of pathetic, Logan," Patton teases, Logan moaning in response.

And that's just what happens. Patton eventually teases an orgasm out of Logan, Logan coming all over his chest, before Patton helps him clean up. Then, they go to sleep, cuddled in each other's arms.

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To be fair, for once, it wasn't Remy's idea. Roman was the one who inexplicably suggested doing more things in public.

They were discussing kinks, as they were both rather open, and exhibitionism just happened to be one of Roman's. And who was Remy to not indulge him in such a fun kink?

Which led them to know. Patton and Logan joined Roman and Remy at the table so they could eat breakfast. The others were either busy or uninterested. Roman had made pancakes, and Remy brewed coffee (for himself, really, but everyone else took it upon themselves to drink it).

Roman obviously expected them all to enjoy his cooking. And, they did.

What he didn't expect was for Remy to set a hand on his thigh, under the table, and start rubbing it slowly.

They were all still in pajamas, and for Roman that just meant short shorts and a tee shirt. Unfortunately for him, that meant Remy had pretty much unrestricted access to Roman's pretty body.

Remy kept talking with the others as if he was doing nothing, so Roman shrugs it off as Remy just being affectionate.

"You made sure to bring Virgil a plate, right Logan?" Patton asks, and Logan nods at the question, taking a small bite of pancake. With their attention on each other, Remy seizes the opportunity to slide his hand up Roman's thigh.

It's an innocent enough action... until Remy's hand dips to Roman's inner thigh, and lightly rubs over Roman's crotch.

Roman's face immediately turns bright red, and he lets out a squeak, alerting the other two.

"Roman?" Logan questions, looking at him confused. Patton looked worried, and his eyes were asking the same question.

Roman knew he had to cover for himself, so he quickly gulps and says "sorry! I thought I saw a spider." He's trying to subtly roll his hips against Remy's hand, the other two's attention on him just making this so much better.

That caused Patton to let out a small squeal and curl up in his chair. "Where?!"

"I think it's gone already," Roman responds, while Remy takes the chance to slide his hand into Roman's shorts, and past his boxers, hand gripping the prince's hard cock. Roman holds back a whimper at the action, attempting to discretely buck his hips. Remy's hand is moving torturously slow up and down his cock, and Roman's half tempted to tell him to go faster.

Remy finally glances over at him, a smug smile on his face. "Yeah. Gone."

Roman glares at him, but Remy speeds up his hand, and Roman bites down on his tongue in order to suppress a moan.

He's hunched over the table at his point, hand shakily holding his fork. He stabs at his pancake, and quickly puts the piece into his mouth, hoping the chewing will distract him from the arousal pooling in his stomach.

He was already so embarrassingly close, extremely turned on by the risk of the situation and how smug Remy was being.

Remy smirks, and moves slightly, easily putting on an innocent expression.

"Oh, babe, you got some syrup on your face," he says, and Roman's brows furrow. He goes to grab a napkin and wipe his face off, but Remy balls his hand in Roman's shirt before he gets the chance to. Remy pulls Roman close and connects their lips, easily slipping his tongue into Roman's mouth.

Remy peaks one of his eyes open, and sees Logan scrunching up his face, before he dumps his empty plate into the sink and walks off, probably to get away from the two sickly lovebirds.

Patton on the other hand is just focused on his food and the Sunday Comics in the newspaper on the table.

Perfect.

Remy moves his hand faster, his thumb running over Roman's slit before sliding back down. He continues to do that, enjoying the way he made Roman squirm. And before Roman can help himself, a quiet moan escapes his mouth.

He immediately pushes Remy's chest away and looks at Patton, who's too busy laughing at a comic. Remy laughs quietly, and Roman turns his attention back to him.

"Pretty boy," Remy coos, quiet enough that Patton can't hear. And Roman lets out the tiniest of whimpers.

His hand is still stroking Roman's cock, never faltering, bringing him closer and closer with each passing second.

"Remy," Roman pouts, face a dark red.

Remy grins at Roman's pitiful response, before tilting his head towards Patton.

"Patty, baby, Ro and I will clean up the kitchen for you," Remy says, and Patton turns his attention to him.

"Are you sure? You know I don't mind cleaning up after my kiddos!"

"We're sure," Roman says, quickly, hands gripping the edge of the table tightly. "We want to help out a bit, padre."

Patton smiles and nods. "Okay boys! If you really want to." He then takes the last bite of his pancake, grabs his newspaper, and walks out of the kitchen.

Remy's lips are back on Roman's in an instant, and Roman hardly has time to give a warning before his head is thrown back in a silent moan and he's coming over Remy's hand and his own shirt and shorts. He slumps back in his chair, Remy giving his cock a few more strokes before he lets it go, grabbing a napkin and wiping his hand off.

"You, sir, are a bitch," Roman says, looking rather blissful.

"And you, babe, are my bitch."

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Patton should have known what he was getting into when he accepted and reciprocated Remus's feelings in him, but even though he expected some wild things, this wasn't one of them.

He never expected to find himself straddling his boyfriend's face, Remus lapping and sucking on his cock like it was candy.

Patton's a lot more shy when it comes to sucking on Remus's cock, slowly bobbing his head up and down, but the moans that are constantly spilling from his mouth make up for it, sending pleasing vibrations up Remus's cock that cause him to moan in response.

Patton can't even warn Remus that he's close, other than just pitifully whining, before he's coming down Remus's throat and, due to the nature of their position, all over his face.

Remus doesn't seem to care, however, eagerly licking up all the come he could, before he's eagerly kissing and nipping Patton's thighs, before he moaned out that he was coming and came into Patton's mouth.

Patton had a bit more time to prepare himself, but ultimately couldn't swallow the entirety of Remus's load, and he ends up spitting most of it out, much to Remus's dismay.

"It's hotter if you swallow it," Remus informs him, as Patton shuffles off of him and to their bathroom, grabbing a rag so he can wipe the two of them down. He just laughs slightly at Remus's words, his cheeks bright pink, as he helps clean them off so they can cuddle and watch some movies.

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"Whore."

"Slut."

"Bitch."

"Bottom."

Remus grins at the word, his face nuzzled into Remy's neck. "You know it," he responds, giggling afterwards. Remy just rolls his eyes.

He was busy on his phone, neglecting his small boyfriend who was cuddled up to his chest. In response to this, Remus had been saying random weird things that would normally cause people to cringe. But Remy had simply responded with something short and snappy, or something sassy, as Remy does.

And Remus didn't like those short answers. He wanted a conversation! Or some other response that was at least somewhat interesting!

After their latest recent exchange of endearing insults, Remy was back to ignoring Remus in favor of his phone. What could be so interesting on there anyway? The only captivating things Remus ever saw on the internet was gore and porn. Everything else was pretty lame in his opinion.

Besides, why did Remy value a phone more than him?

"I can't believe you have a gorgeous bitch in your lap and you won't even pay attention to him," Remus then whines, pouting.

Remy moves his phone to the side, momentarily, raising an eyebrow as he scans over Remus's face.

"You want attention?" Remy asks, clicking his phone off. He keeps it in his hand though, which is understandable. Who would want to be separated from their phone?

Remus nods eagerly at Remy's question, grinning wide. Yes! He was getting what he wanted!

Remy sits them both up, and Remus is momentarily confused, before he's picked up and thrown over Remy's shoulder, as Remy carries him out of the living room. Remus lets out a small squeal of delight, pleased that Remy is paying attention to him, but also thrilled that Remy's taking advantage of his smaller stature.

He squirmed in joy in Remy's grip, as Remy tosses Remus onto his bed. Remy's room smelled like coffee, a sweet, calming smell. One that was familiar, and was frankly to be expected from someone like the sleepy side.

For once, he just expected something soft to happen. Maybe they'd cuddle and watch some horror movies!

But... Remy crawls on top of him, his hands running under the duke's flamboyant outfit, and Remus snorts as he realizes what Remy wants. And Remus definitely wasn't opposed.

Remus hurries to pull off his own shirt and Remy rolls his eyes at his eagerness. He slowly pulls off his own shirt, Remus absolutely loving the sight of Remy's bare chest. He liked the sight of Remy, really, and the typically sexual thoughts that usually followed after.

"I wasn't expecting this kind of attention," Remus admits, shuffling out of his pants with Remy's aid. "But I'm definitely not complaining."

Remy snorts, leaning in to kiss Remus. Remus of course then tangles his hands in Remy's hair and pulls him closer. He instinctively wraps his legs around Remy's midsection, before trying to grind upwards. Remy's hands then plant themselves on his hips and hold them to the bed, Remus breaking the kiss in order to pout.

"Meanie," he mumbles.

"I thought you said you weren't complaining."

Remus huffs, and presses a kiss to the side of Remy's face. "I ain't complaining." His hands slide from Remy's hair to tug on his shirt. "But, I will, if you don't hurry up and undress."

"Needy bitch," Remy teased, as he worked to pull his own shirt off, much to Remus's delight. The intrusive side immediately began running his hands over Remy's chest, teasing his nipples or just admiring the light amount of muscle Remy had.

He wasn't absolutely ripped, but he sure as hell had a nice body, especially when compared to Remus's twink self.

"Who wouldn't be needy with someone like you around?" Remus quips, before pulling Remy in for a messy kiss. Remy chuckled into the kiss, his hands sliding over Remus's chest. He twists one of Remus's nipples and Remus lets out an absurdly loud moan. An exaggerated one, as to be expected from him.

"God, Re, are you really that much of a slut? So pleased by such a little touch?" Remy tsks, leaning over to place a few kisses to Remus's neck. Remus immediately tilts his head to the side, anticipating the moment Remy would bite down, as he inevitably always did.

And that moment came soon, as Remy bit down after only a few kisses, lapping up the blood that was drawn, before sucking on the mark to create a hickey. Remus moans as he does so, before he began begging.

"Remy, please, bite me more, mark me," he babbles, pushing Remy's head into his neck. He hears Remy let out a low chuckle that makes Remus shiver.

Remy obliges by Remus's request though, biting and leaving more marks over Remus's neck and shoulders. Remus moans and whines at each new mark, adoring the pain and the idea of showing these off tomorrow. He knew the others would berate him for it, perhaps even look at him with disgust. He squirms in delight at the thought.

Remy pulls away after leaving a few more marks across Remus's chest, quickly pulling down his pants and boxers. He grabs lube from the night stand, Remus immediately spreading his legs right after, showing himself off to Remy.

"Remy, hurry up!" Remus whines, although he watching Remy slather lube onto his cock with wide eyes.

"You're so impatient," Remy responds, rolling his eyes, as he squeezes one of Remus's thighs with one hand, and lines his cock up with Remus's entrance. He teases the tip of his cock against Remus's hole, and Remus whines and tries to push back against it, eager to feel Remy's thick cock inside of him.

And Remy knows this, which is why after a few seconds of teasing, he roughly thrusts all the way in and sets a brutally fast pace, knowing Remus would just ask for it anyway. Remus's back arches as he moans, his nails digging into Remy's back and slicing through it.

"F-fuck," Remus whines, head thrown back in pleasure. "Remy!"

"That's right, whore," Remy growls, nails gripping Remus's hips as he thrusts mercilessly into the twink beneath him. "Moan my name. Let everyone hear how much of a slut you are. Just for me, isn't that right?"

"Yes! Remy, hell yes, only for you!" Remus cries out, as Remy angles his hips and nails Remus's prostate, causing the intrusive side to let out a loud moan.

"There! Remy right there, God I love your fucking cock," he babbles eyes rolled into the back of his head. Praise directed towards Remy and his cock spill out of Remus's mouth as his hand comes down to stroke his own cock. Unfortunately, Remy ends up grabbing his hand before he can, and pinning both of his hands above his head.

Remus whines, trying to roll his hips against Remy's cock.

"What's that pathetic noise for?" Remy teases, his free hand lightly rubbing Remus's side. "Huh? Do you want me to do something?"

Remus whines and nods, before saying "please, Remy, touch me! Please!"

"Oh, baby, you want me to touch you? Where?" His hand slides up, brushing over Remus's nipples, and Remus whines again, prompting Remy to chuckle. "You want me to touch your small cock?" Remus nods with pleas of "please" falling from his lips.

Remy pretends to think about it for a moment, before he finally wraps his hand around Remus's cock and strokes it in tune with his thrusts. Remus clenches down on Remy's cock as he feels himself grow close, throwing his head back as he let out another moan.

"Remy- 'm so close Remy!" Remus warns, trying to both thrust into Remy's hand and push back against his cock.

He hears Remy groan and he loves the sound, before Remy says "I'm close too, babe. Don't come until after I do, 'kay? Can you be a good little slut and wait?"

Remus whines, but nods nonetheless. While he'd normally be like "what the fuck, no" and come anyway, he decided that he could be good for once. Especially since Remy was so nice and gave him attention after he complained about it.

How considerate.

"Remy- Remy please come inside me," Remus begs him, drool dripping out of the corner of his mouth. "I wanna be full of your seed."

Remy mutters out a "fuck," under his breath, before he pulls Remus into a heated kiss. Remus is quick to return said kiss, but he ends up breaking it with a moan when he feels Remy release inside of him, and then he's seconds away from arching his back and coming with a loud moan.

Then they both lay there together, neither one of them really caring to make cleaning up a top priority. They liked messy sex anyway.

And, one could hardly blame them for passing out together, Remy's arms wrapped tightly around Remus's small body, and Remus's limbs flailing out absolutely everywhere, bound to smack Remy at least once while they slept.

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Emile's hands were locked above his head, handcuffed together and to the headboard, legs being help apart by two of Janus's arms.

Two of Janus's other arms were also being used. One of them was thrusting a long, thick dildo in and out of Emile's ass, while the other was holding onto a pouch attached to the base of the dildo.

A few other used toys sat to the side, and a sticky layer of come coated Emile's chest already, but he had begged for more and Janus was more than happy to oblige.

Janus slowly pulls the dildo out, before thrusting it back in, Emile crying out Janus's name in response.

"Please, Jan, fill me up," he begs, rolling his hips down on the toy. Janus grins, one of his hands gently squeezing Emile's thigh. The hand on the pouch of the toy squeezes slowly too, and fake come that was stored in said pouch leaks into Emile.

He moans at the feeling, enjoying the fact that the fake come was mixing with Janus's come already inside of him.

"Going to be so full, aren't you darling?" Janus coos, squeezing the pouch again. More of the come pours into Emile, and he whines, tears building up in his eyes.

He can feel it all inside of him, but, God, does he crave more. "So full- so full, Jay," Emile whines, eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

Janus grins, before suddenly squeezing the pouch hard, the thick substance inside shooting into Emile. Emile's back arches as he lets out a cry of Janus's name, coming onto his chest yet again.

Janus slowly pulls the toy out, before uncuffing Emile's hands.

"C'mon, love, let's get you cleaned up," Janus says, softly, scooping Emile into his arms.

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Roman was forced to his knees in front of a thrown, in a giant room crowded with people. His hands were bound together behind his back, tied tightly with rope that was cutting into his skin. There were murmurs rippling across the crowd. Roman tried to ignore them, but focusing on what was in front of him wasn't much easier.

Patton had his legs spread apart, and was sitting with his elbows resting on his knees, and his head in his hands. He was looking down at Roman with a grin, a sparkle in his eyes.

A small crown sat crooked atop his head, and Roman's eyes momentarily glanced up towards it, before looking back towards Patton.

"My king," Roman rushed out, meeting Patton's eyes just for a second, before he bows his head and looks at the floor.

Patton tsks at Roman's words, and Roman can only imagine the look Patton's giving him right now.

"I can't believe you'd betray my like this, Roman," Patton says, voice unnaturally cold. "You were to be my prince. Tsk. But those ideas running through your head..." Patton tuts, leaning down and grabbing Roman's chin, forcing him to look up at his king.

"I think you need to be put back in your place, wouldn't you agree?" Patton asks, although he gives Roman no time to answer, instead pulling him closer by his hair.

Roman's eyes widen as his face is positioned between Patton's legs.

"My- my king," Roman tries to speak, but Patton shushes him, instead tugging down his own pants just enough for his half-hard cock to spring out. Roman gulps as he looks at the size, eyes glancing nervously between it and Patton's face.

"This okay?" Patton asks, quietly, momentarily breaking character, and Roman's quick to nod.

"Yes, my king," he then assures, verbally. He twists his head slightly, catching sight of some of the people in the room. All staring at their king, and the pathetic man who was kneeling at his feet. A shiver coursed through Roman's body at the idea of them watching him.

Patton's hand in his hair pulls Roman's face forward, pulling him out of his own mind.

"Open wide, Ro," Patton coos, and Roman does as he says, opening his mouth for Patton's cock. Patton's slowly pulls his face forward, Roman's mouth wrapping around the head of Patton's cock. He licks over the slit, and listens happily to Patton's small moan of pleasure.

Patton's hand tightens in Roman's hair, and he lets out a small breathy laugh, piquing Roman's interest. He looks up at his king, meeting Patton's smug gaze.

"Oh, sweetheart, that's not what's happening," Patton says, before forcing Roman down on his cock. Roman gags, tears pricking his eyes, unable to use his hands to steady himself as they were locked behind his back. He moans, though, clearly aroused at the thought of Patton continuing to use him.

Under his breath, Patton was muttering soft and encouraging words. Things that sounded more like him. He held Roman's head in place for a few seconds, Roman swallowing around Patton's cock. His tongue ran over the underside of the shaft, determined to please Patton while he was letting him.

That didn't last for long, however, as Patton pulled his head back, before thrusting back into his mouth. Roman moaned, keeping his head as still as he could so Patton could continue to fuck into his mouth with ease.

And Patton did just that. Thrusting in and out of Roman's mouth, holding Roman still by his hair so he was unable to do anything but take it.

Patton moaned and whined as he thrusted, babbling praise under his breath, quiet enough for only Roman to hear, which in turn caused Roman to moan around his cock. Roman attempted to roll his hips against the floor, the minimal friction not doing anything to help soothe the aching erection in his pants. He'd ask Patton to help him if his throat wasn't occupied.

He whines as Patton continues mercilessly thrusting into his throat, a tear rolling down his face from gagging.

"Oh, baby," Patton says, back arching as he moans. "Ro, you're doing so good, God, I love your pretty mouth."

Roman moans again, attempting to grind his hips against the air. Maybe it was embarrassing he was hard just from sucking Patton off, but he couldn't help it. He liked being used, and he loved that Patton was so quick to just use him.

He continues thrusting into Roman's mouth, before he forced Roman's head all the way down on his cock, coming without warning. He kept Roman's head down, forcing him to swallow his semen, before he releases Roman's head, allowing him to pull away. More tears were flowing down his face, and Patton's come was dripping down his chin, but he looked blissful. So did Patton, who was gently running his fingers through Roman's hair.

"You did so good," he coos, tucking his cock back into his pants. "And you look so pretty, on your knees in front of me. That's where you belong, baby."

Roman whines, and Patton smiles softly as he pulls him in for a quick kiss.

He then notices the bulge in Roman's pants, which he's trying to grind against the air. Patton grins.

"Do you want to get off, Ro?" Patton asks, hand coming down to cup Roman's face, and Roman's quick to nod.

"Please, my king, I need to so bad," Roman whines, leaning into Patton's hand. Patton hums in thought, as if he's debating letting Roman, and Roman opens his eyes wide, as if to plead.

And, Patton couldn't just say no to his baby in his time of need.

"Okay, Ro," Patton says, and Roman smiles. He expects Patton to untie him, maybe even lift him off the ground and let him get off on Patton's lap.

But, instead, Patton moves his leg and slots it between Roman's legs, pressing up against his bulge. Roman's face flushes as he realizes what Patton's implying, and once again his eyes dart across the room, and over the waves of people watching them.

Roman already looked pathetic, with a messy red face and his now tangled hair, but he'd look even more pathetic grinding against Patton's leg like a mutt.

"My- my king," Roman stammered, avoiding Patton's gaze. From the corner of his eye, he could tell Patton was grinning.

"What? You said you wanted to get off, Ro, and I don't allow just anyone to get off with me," Patton says. "You should feel honored I'm letting you have even my leg."

Roman gulps, before hesitantly grinding against Patton's shin. He let out a quiet moan at the action, before nervously glancing up at Patton, who was smiling down at him.

"See? Doesn't that feel so good?" Patton encourages, rubbing his leg against Roman's bulge, Roman grinding harder against Patton's leg in response. "Don't worry about other people watching, Ro, they've all already seen what an eager boy you've can be. Have you forgotten that you were just choking on my cock?"

Roman whines, rolling his hips against Patton's leg, biting his lower lip.

How he longed to use his hands, if not to palm or stroke himself, then to at least steady himself against Patton's leg.

But alas, he had to get off with his hands bound together behind his back. He buried his face in Patton's leg, as he slowly continued to grind against it. He didn't want to look at Patton's face out of embarrassment, but he could feel Patton's hand gently stroking his hair, as if praising him.

Of course, Patton continued to praise him verbally, too.

"Such a good boy. This is your place, isn't it? Being good, on your knees. You had a silly idea, didn't you. Just a dumb thought that you acted upon because of impulsiveness, but this is where you belong. Tell me it's where you belong."

"This is where I belong, my- my king," Roman moans. "On my knees, for y-you."

"That's right, baby." He lightly tugs on Roman's hair, Roman grinding down faster on Patton's leg, his face bright red. He felt warmth pool in his stomach, and he whined.

"My king, I'm close, can I come? Please?" Roman asks, continuing to grind against Patton. He doesn't receive an answer, and he whines. "My king, please-" Roman begs again, only for Patton to tug his hair back.

"I wanna see your pretty face, Ro," Patton says, and Roman whimpers. "Come for me."

Roman lets out a moan, coming in his pants at Patton's command, continuing to grind against his leg through his orgasm. When his high eventually fades, the world around them melts away, and Patton's sitting on Roman's bed, with Roman kneeling at his feet. All the people that were watching them have disappeared too.

Patton gets off the bed and kneels down, undoing the ropes that had tied Roman's hands together. He brings Roman's wrists to his lips, pressing soft kisses against the lacerations.

"Are you okay, my prince?" Patton asks, softly, helping Roman stand. Roman nods, pressing a kiss to Patton's lips, who happily returns it.

"Yeah, I'm wonderful."

"Did you have fun?"

"Yes, Pat," Roman answers, pulling Patton in for a hug. "I would like to shower, though. I'm feeling a tad... uncomfortable." He shifts his weight awkwardly, being reminded that there was still semen in his pants.

Patton snorts. "Okay, Ro, let's go shower."

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"You're looking awfully tense," Janus teased, sauntering into the kitchen. Virgil's already tense posture seemed to scrunch up even more, as his head whipped around so he could hiss at Janus.

"I'm always tense," Virgil responds, bitterly. "More so now that you're here."

"I'm hurt," Janus says, in mock offence, holding a hand to his heart. He strolls further into the kitchen, one of his hands lightly dragging across Virgil's shoulders.

"I'll hurt you more if you don't back up," Virgil hisses, turning around suddenly and grabbing Janus's hand, squeezing his wrist tight. Although that seems to have no effect on Janus, who merely smiles.

It's a malicious smile, that Virgil finds himself not trusting. "Oh? Are you so sure you can?"

"Am I so sure that I can swing my fist, because yeah, I'm pretty damn sure," Virgil retorts, hands curling into fists at his sides. Janus could tell that he was getting more and more anxious by the second, so he took a step back, seemingly to Virgil's surprise.

"What are you doing?" Virgil asks, as Janus leans against the table.

"I'm backing up." Janus says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "I wouldn't want my beautiful face to be ruined. I'm smarter than that."

Virgil snorts and rolls his eyes, still backed up to the counter.

"You didn't seem to come in here for anything," Virgil says, eyeing Janus suspiciously. "Why haven't you left yet?"

"I didn't come in here for a material object," Janus specifies. "I came for something else."

"What?"

Janus tsks, clasping his hands together in front of him. "Why are you so eager to know?"

"Because I don't trust you!"

Janus hums, seemingly amused by this answer, as shown by the small smirk on his face. That of which make Virgil not trust him even more.

"Do you really not trust me, or are you lying?"

"I really don't trust you!" Virgil insists, stomping his foot on the ground as if to reiterate his point (although all it did was make him appear childish), and Janus shrugged.

"All right then. You don't trust me."

"Great, we've established that," Virgil hisses, turning back around and reaching back up into the cabinets, looking for whatever he was searching for when Janus first entered the kitchen. "Now, if that's all you wanted to say, then you can leave."

Virgil hears Janus laugh lightly, but he chooses to ignore him, in favor of grabbing a pop-tart from the cabinet.

That is, however, until Virgil felt a hand on his waist. He tenses, hissing out a "Janus," but Janus just laughs lightly in response.

"Shhh, nobody else is down here. Just let me be close to you. It's been too long."

"It's been that way for a reason," Virgil responds, easing up ever so slightly. Janus lets out a genuine smile as he feels Virgil do so.

He hums, seeming rather pleased. "So, you really don't trust me, huh?"

"Not one bit."

Janus's hand that was on his waist grips him firmer, while his other hand comes up to grip the other side. His chest is flush against Virgil's back, his hot breath fanning against his neck.

"You're lying."

Virgil shudders, as Janus's hands slowly slip up his shirt, before Virgil grips his wrists.

"Take the damn gloves off," he orders, and Janus chuckles lightly.

"Right, right," Janus says, pulling the yellow rubber off of his hands, and setting them neatly on the counter. His cold hands then press back against Virgil's warm stomach, causing him to hiss in slight discomfort.

Janus pays no mind to that, choosing instead to leave soft kisses against Virgil's neck, as his hands slide up his sides and over his chest, before teasingly brushing over his nipples.

Virgil shivers again, before muttering "tease," under his breath, earning a quiet laugh from Janus.

"Well, this would be no fun if I just gave you what you wanted right away, now would it?"

Virgil didn't disagree, as much as he wanted to say that he did. But he was worried someone might walk in on them, which could end up in a variety of ways depending on who walked in on them.

"At least hurry up," he begs, turning around in Janus's hold. His hands grip Janus's shoulders, and he refuses to meet Janus's eyes. His cheeks are bright red, a beautiful contrast to his normally pale face, and Janus can't help pulling him in for a quick kiss.

One that's a mix of so many emotions; love, lust, hate, regret, longing...

Janus grinds against Virgil's growing hard-on, drawing a moan from Virgil that causes him to break the kiss. Janus's hands trail down Virgil's chest, and eventually hook on the hem of his pants. He glances up and finally meets Virgil's eyes.

"May I?" Janus asks, voice hushed.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Virgil responds, in an equally quiet voice.

"Just a blowjob," Janus answers. "I know you want something fast and not as likely to get us caught. I figured it'd be best." He grabs lube from his pocket, showing it to Virgil. "Even brought some lube to hurry the process."

"You planned this?"

"I've missed you."

Virgil's face displays a variety of emotions, torn mainly between confusion and regret, but eventually he just shakes his head and quietly mutters "don't say that."

Janus's eyes shine with hurt, but he manages to hide it quickly, masking it with an eye roll and a forced smile. He presses a kiss to the side of Virgil's face, before he slowly gets down on his knees, pulling Virgil's pants down with him. Virgil's cock springs out, and his hands grip the counter as he attempts to glance away.

He doesn't manage to keep his eyes away for long, too interested in what Janus was going to do.

Said deceitful side was uncapping the lube, pouring some onto his hand, before he wraps that hand around Virgil's cock, stroking it painfully slow. Virgil groans, leaning most of his weight against the counter as Janus stares up at him, admiring his flushed face.

His goal is to smear the lube around, but teasing Virgil was always a plus.

His fingers run over Virgil's slit, eliciting a moan from the anxious side, and he bucks his hips.

"Janus," he hisses, quickly growing impatient, and Janus lets out a breathy laugh before saying "alright, alright, I'll hurry."

He leans forwards and takes the head of Virgil's cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip. Virgil groans, his hand knocking Janus's hat off of his head so he can run his fingers through Janus's hair.

He's tempted to pull on it, but he decides that doing so would probably only cause Janus to pull off and tease him some more, and Virgil just wanted him to hurry.

Janus seemed to get the memo based off of Virgil's whines, as he took more and more of Virgil's cock into his mouth. He swallowed around the anxious side's length, before he began to bob his head. Virgil could only lean back and let out pretty, pathetic noises as Janus worked him closer and closer to completion.

"All of this," he pants out, face red, "just because you miss me?" He speaks the last part barely above a whisper, but it's a genuine question. Janus's eyes, that were previously looking up at him as he spoke, close, and he deepthroats the rest of Virgil's cock, Virgil bucking his hips at the action.

"Janus," he moans, as Janus bobs his head faster. "You're a bitch- you- I-" He stammers over his words, holding tighter to the counter. He couldn't think about really anything other than Janus's mouth on his cock.

It's been so long since he's been pleasured like this-

Since he's been loved like this.

"'M close Jan," he moans, his eyes screwed shut in pleasure, not wanting to look at Janus's face and see the smug look in Janus's eyes, as he knew that he was the only one that could be this good to Virgil.

And yet Virgil still hated him. He hated what he stood for, he hated who he was, and he hated that he found himself drawn to Janus.

He comes with his hand slapped over his mouth, muffling the loud moan of Janus's name he ends up letting out. Janus pulls off of his cock and swallows the come in his mouth, before grabbing a paper towel and wiping the excess come off of his face and off of Virgil's cock.

He helps Virgil tug his pants and boxers up, before he grabs his hat off the floor.

And with one final desperate kiss to Virgil's lips, Janus sunk away.

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"This is stupid," Virgil hisses, his arms crossed over his exposed stomach. "I hate the way I look right now."

"Oh, please," Patton says, turning away from the mirror to face Virgil. "You look beautiful." Patton's hands softly grab Virgil's arms and pull them away from his body. They were both dressed up, for no real reason other than Patton was getting bored and playing dress up was one of the first ideas to cross his mind, but the clothes they were wearing were so... revealing.

They were both in crop tops, Virgil's a flowy black, while Patton's was a tight, light blue with a flower pattern, and skirts, Virgil's being purple and plaid, with Patton's being a pastel yellow to match the flowers on his top.

And they looked cute, in Patton's opinion, but Virgil couldn't resist pulling the skirt up a bit higher in an attempt to hide the pudge in his stomach.

Virgil huffed turning to fully face Patton. "You look even more beautiful," Virgil argues, his hands finding Patton's waist. He's rubbing circles into them, Patton happily wrapping his hands around Virgil's neck. Patton's smiling, as he pulls Virgil in for a kiss.

As much as Virgil dislikes the way he looks, he likes that at least Patton likes it.

"My, my, you two look stunning," came a voice from the doorway, and Virgil quickly pushed Patton away, his head whipping towards the door. His face is flushed in embarrassment.

He sighs when he realizes who it is.

"Jan!" Patton exclaims, bounding into Janus's arms, who holds him close and kisses his head.

"Jesus, Janus, don't fucking scare us like that," Virgil hisses, ignoring Patton's shout of "language" in favor of trudging into Janus's arms, one of which was outstretched towards Virgil. Janus just rolls his eyes at Virgil's words, pressing a small kiss to Virgil's nose, which Virgil then scowls at.

"What's the occasion for the clothing?" Janus asks, one of his hands running gently over Patton's back, while the other was holding Virgil to his chest, hand on his waist.

"Nothing special," Patton admits. "I just wanted to dress up! I think we look nice. Don't you think we look nice, Jan?"

"I do. You both look wonderful."

Patton's smiling wide, as he turns to Virgil. "See, Vi? Even Jan thinks you look nice! I told you!"

"Patton!" Virgil growls, momentarily glancing up at Janus, only to see him looking back at Virgil with pursed lips.

He feels another one of Janus's hands gently stroke his hair, and he's half tempted to smack it away. "Kitten, did you think you didn't look nice?" Janus asks him, voice surprisingly soft and genuine for someone usually so sassy.

Virgil's face scrunched up. "Don't call me that."

A gentle laugh escapes Janus, leaning down to press a kiss to Virgil's lips, which he grumpily returns. Janus's hands, which had both been placed on his hips, now slide gently down his legs, and onto his bare thigh, before going back up and sliding under the skirt. Virgil's face turns bright pink, as Janus breaks the kiss.

"No panties," Janus says, sounding slightly heartbroken, and Virgil scoffs and rolls his eyes.

"I wear briefs, dumbass, you know that."

"Language," Patton comments, before excitedly turning to Janus. "I wore panties!" He's quick to lift up the front of his skirt and show off said panties, hardly even thinking twice about it. It was just underwear!

They were a baby blue, and had lace along the sides. The outline of Patton's dick was clearly visible through the thin material.

Virgil could only glance, before he had to look away, flushing at the sight.

Janus, on the other hand, let out two other hands, grabbing Patton's waist and pulling him closer. Patton dropped his skirt back down in the process, but Janus's hands were quick to lift it back up and run his hands over Patton's thighs and teasingly over his clothed cock.

Patton gasps, and then slaps his hands onto his skirt, pushing it down and shoving Janus's hands away in the process. "Naughty boy!" Patton hisses, trying to suppress the rising blush in his cheeks, while Janus laughs and Virgil snickers.

"I'm sorry, baby, you just look so cute," Janus coos, turning away from Virgil, who's eyes are drifting between Patton and the floor, while Janus's hands focus on Patton.

Begrudgingly, he removes his hands from Patton, and focusing instead on pulling off his gloves, before he goes back to feeling up Patton. Patton doesn't stop him, his hands instead finding Janus's chest and running down it, before sliding back up and under his shirt.

Virgil stood off to the side, awkwardly playing with the edge of his skirt as he watched them.

How he longed to be in either of their positions, but he wouldn't bring it up, not wanting to disturb the two of them.

Patton seemed to notice, however, lightly tapping on Janus's chest before motioning towards Virgil.

"Jay, don't leave our beautiful little stormcloud out of this," Patton says, holding an arm out and urging Virgil to come join them. Virgil frowns at the nickname but awkwardly shuffles closer nonetheless, Patton grabbing his waist and pulling him closer.

Patton himself backs up against Janus's chest, holding Virgil in front of him by the waist. He pulls Virgil down for a kiss, before Janus breaks it by pulling Virgil back by the hair. Virgil's bitter about it, obviously, but the way he's biting his lip is a clear sign he's definitely into it. Janus pulls him in for a kiss of his own, smashing Patton between the two of them, although Patton definitely doesn't mind.

Patton's hands are trailing over Virgil's body, squeezing his love handles, before dipping underneath his skirt. His hands grope Virgil's ass, causing him to gasp and break his kiss with Janus.

"Really, Pat? Feeling him up before I get the chance?" Janus says, feigning hurt.

Patton chuckles. "I can't help it Jay, look at him. He's so pretty."

"I'm literally right here."

Janus rolls his eyes, pulling Virgil in for a quick kiss. "And we're happy about that," he mutters against Virgil's lips when they pull away, before his hands are back on Patton.

"I think I have an idea on where this is going," Janus says, his hand once against running teasingly over Patton's now hard cock, causing Patton to gasp and buck into Janus's hand. "But, colours?"

"Green," Patton says, almost immediately, bucking his hips desperately. "Please, Jay."

Janus smiles at Patton's eagerness, before looking at Virgil, who's eyes are transfixed on Patton's beautiful face. It takes him a minute to register that he's supposed to respond, but he's quick to nod when he realizes.

"Green," he says, clearing his throat as he looks away. Janus grins.

"Wonderful," he says, his hands leaving Patton, much to his distaste, but without focusing on Janus's hands on him, he can instead focus on feeling up Virgil. "What do you two want to do?"

"I wanna suck Vi off," Patton says, almost immediately, causing Virgil to blush. "I wanna show him how much I appreciate his pretty body, and his pretty cock."

"Patton!" Virgil hisses, his hands coming down on his skirt, attempting to hide his growing erection. Patton's hands are feeling over his ass and running up his back, just wanting to feel him absolutely everywhere. And Janus is happy to stand back for a moment and watch as Virgil's hands can do nothing more than hold to Patton's waist - a meek effort to continue touching him.

Janus moves closer after a minute, flipping up the skirt and running his hands over Patton's ass. "Can I fuck your pretty hole then, darling?" he asks, loving the way Patton tries to push his hips back against Janus's hands.

"Please- oh, please do, Jay!"

"Always my eager boy, aren't you, baby?" Janus coos, before he pats Patton's ass. "Can you get on the bed for me, love?"

Patton's quick to nod, before scrambling to get on his bed, sitting on his knees as he watches Janus move onto Virgil. Janus's hands grab Virgil's hips and pull him close and into a kiss.

When he pulls away, he mumbles "beautiful," causing Virgil to blush, and huff, and look away.

"Shut up."

Janus laughs quietly, before kissing Virgil's forehead.

"Jay!" Patton whines, his hands pawing at the bedsheets in an effort to keep his hands off of himself. Both Janus and Virgil look over at him, and Patton pouts. He couldn't help being impatient! They'd gotten him all worked up!

"Sorry baby," Janus says, before turning back to Virgil. "Patton wants you, Virge. Aren't you going to give him what he wants?"

Virgil's face is bright pink, but he nods, before his hands go to the top of his skirt, moving to go pull it down, before he's stopped by Janus.

"Keep the clothes on."

Virgil's eyes widen, but he nods, as Janus pulls his hands away and turns him towards the bed. Virgil gets the idea and moves to climb onto it, Janus smacking his ass as he does so.

Virgil yelps, and quickly sits himself down. "Fuck you!" he hisses, before his skirt is being lifted and Patton's palming his cock. One of Patton's hands is on Virgil's thigh, holding it to the side so he could have easy access to Virgil's crotch.

"Language," Patton says, as Virgil rolls his hips up into Patton's hand.

Janus quickly strips himself of his own pesky clothes, drawing Virgil's attention. Virgil's eyes scan over his body, but he quickly glances away when he realizes Janus caught Virgil checking him out.

Normally, Janus would playfully tease him about such a thing, but he was feeling rather nice today.

Surprisingly.

Janus grabs the lube they keep in the bedside drawer, before crawling into bed behind Patton. He flips Patton's skirt up, Patton paying him little mind as he tugs Virgil's boxers down. He's quick to fish out Virgil's hard cock and give it a few strokes, before glancing up at Virgil, who's eyes were screwed shut. He had his pointer finger in his mouth, biting down hard on it in an attempt to stifle his sounds.

Pathetic that he's getting so riled up from Patton lightly stroking his cock, but he couldn't help it.

Janus uncaps the lube and quickly lubes up his fingers, before moving Patton's panties to the side. He pauses for one second, before running his clean hand over Patton's ass.

"Pat, baby, do you want both my cocks?" he asks, needing to know how much prep Patton would require. Patton's quick to nod, his hand speeding up slightly around Virgil's cock, causing Virgil to let out a shaky moan.

"Please, Jay," Patton moans out, heavily aroused by the idea. Janus grins, before pushing one of his lubed fingers into Patton.

Patton whines at the sensation, before he moves his head forward to take the head of Virgil's cock into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around the tip, Virgil's breath stuttering at the action. Janus enjoyed getting to watch from his position, and Virgil cracked his eyes open, feeling the same way about his own position.

He'd get to watch Patton eagerly suck on his cock and watch Janus pound Patton's ass. What a lucky guy.

Janus eventually adds a second finger, than a third, stretching Patton's asshole so that he could take both of Janus's cocks. Janus ends up pulling his fingers out after a minute, before he pours more lube onto his hand, covering it all, before he curls his hand into a fist and slowly pushes it into Patton. Patton whines, and tries to push back on it.

"Colours?" Janus asks, Patton popping off of Virgil's cock to whine out a pathetic "green," before going back to sucking on Virgil's cock.

"G-green," Virgil stammers out, leaning back against the headboard as he laces his fingers through Patton's hair. If Janus were in this position, Virgil would be forcing him down, but he was too soft with Patton to even think about doing something like that.

He didn't really have to, though, seeing as Patton was eager to deepthroat him on his own. Janus continued fisting him for a minute, before he pulled his fist out. Mf would probably wanna clean that later.

He quickly lubes up both of his cocks, before lining one up with Patton's entrance. He slowly pushes in, leaning over Patton as he does so. Janus combs his own fingers through Patton's hair, knocking Virgil's hand away, before Janus forces Patton's head all the way down on Virgil's cock, thrusting his own cock all the way into Patton as he does so.

Patton and Virgil both moan at the same time, Patton's moan sending vibrations up Virgil's cock, causing his hands to twist themselves in the bed sheets.

Janus's hand falls from Patton's hair, Patton taking that as a sign to start bobbing his head up and down on Virgil's cock, drawing moans from the anxious side. Janus then, after a few seconds, slowly pulled out his cock, before thrusting back into Patton.

Every thrust causes Patton to moan, which then causes Virgil to moan as Patton continues to deepthroat Virgil's cock. Janus adored it. His two baby's moaning, and looking so pretty as they did.

He thrusts a few more times, before he comes to a stop, causing Patton to whine. He moans, however, when he feels both of Janus's cock push inside of him. Patton's back arches at the sensation, his eyes rolling back into his head as he moans around Virgil's cock.

Janus's nails are digging into his hips, and Patton's finding it hard to focus on pleasing Virgil when Janus is ramming into him.

It's even harder to focus when Janus suddenly rams into his prostate, causing Patton to cry out around Virgil's cock. Virgil's back arches at the sensation, bucking his hips up into Patton's mouth. Patton gags around his cock, but doesn't stop. His tongue is working rapidly over Virgil's cock, as Janus continues to fuck him hard and fast.

Janus wraps his hand around Patton's cock, stroking it fast and in tune with his thrust. Patton moans once again, before Virgil whines out a "close!"

Virgil's head is thrown back against the headboard, his face a bright red. Patton adores the sight, as does Janus, who's watching with alert for when Virgil comes. That moment comes quick (haha see what i did there) as Virgil thrusts into Patton's mouth and comes with a high whine.

Patton deepthroats Virgil's cock as he comes, swallowing up all of the semen that's sprayed down his throat.

Patton pulls off Virgil's cock, licking his lips to get any of the leftover come off, moaning and whining all the while. Virgil was just able to lay back and relax in post-orgasm bliss as Patton got roughly fucked from behind.

And, well, Virgil couldn't help looking between Patton and Janus's faces, and watching as Janus's cocks thrusted in and out of Patton's ass.

"Enjoying the view?" Janus grunts out, smirking while speaking, but his teeth gritted. Virgil could tell he was close to finishing; he could tell the same with Patton, based on the way he grips Virgil's thighs.

Patton manages to stammer out that he's close, and Janus's hand around his cock starts working faster, causing Patton to arch his back. He comes with a cry of Janus's name onto the bedsheets underneath him.

Janus thrusted into him a few more times, before he pulls out, stroking his cocks quick and fast. He comes across Patton's back and ass with a groan, before they all sit there, panting.

Virgil scooches away from the headboard, patting his skirt down as he does so, before cuddling up with a messy Patton.

"Boys, we have to shower," Janus says, and Virgil whines, just cuddling into a tired Patton's chest even more. Janus sighs, no doubt loving the soft sight before him. "Fine," he says, as both Patton and Virgil turn their attention towards him. They break lose of their hold, both of them moving a bit apart so Janus can lay between the two of them. "Five minutes," Janus says, as he wraps an arm around Patton and Virgil, pulling them close. The two of them happily cuddle into each side of him, enjoying the moment of solace.

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"What're you doin'?" Virgil says, rubbing his eyes as he stands in Remus's doorway. Remus swivels around in his chair, needle and thread in hand. He grins when he sees Virgil, opening his arms wide.

"Virgilicious! My favourite emo!" Remus greets, as Virgil trudges over to Remus. He falls in Remus's lap, almost immediately curling up against Remus's chest. His head is tucked under Remus's chin, and his eyes quickly close.

He feels Remus move the chair again though, albeit gentler than when he turned around, and goes back to what he was working on.

Remus does continue talking, however, although his voice is significantly quieter than when Virgil first entered.

"What are you doing up so late?" he asks, sounding unusually soft. Almost eerily so. Virgil would be scared if he didn't know that that's just how Remus was.

"Couldn't sleep."

"Ah, me neither." Remus giggles, and Virgil debates turning in Remus's lap to see what he was doing, but he was honestly too comfortable to care. "That's why I'm up right now too! Then again, I'm hardly ever tired. The nerd says I need at least eight to be healthy, but imagine what else I could be doing in those eight hours!"

"Mmm, sleeping's good though."

"Then why can't you do it?"

Virgil snorts, and Remus feels him grin against his neck. "You know it doesn't work like that."

"Yeah, yeah. Well, I could put you to sleep," he suggests, wiggling his eyebrows, despite the fact he was referring to slamming Virgil over the head with something. And despite the fact Virgil couldn't see his face.

Virgil snickers, before yawning. "Yeah, nah. I'll pass."

"Oh, come on," Remus lightly tries to persuade. "It'll most definitely work."

"Nope."

Remus playfully groans, before he sets the tools in his hands down, settling instead for just hugging Virgil tight. He turns his head, pressing a large amount of kisses to the side of Virgil's head, before kicking his swivel chair back away from his crafting desk.

It spins as it moves back, and Virgil grumbles about it, before Remus stands up and picks him up too. He tosses Virgil rather carelessly onto the bed, earning more angry words, but they were all said lightly, and more out of temporary bitterness than actual anger.

Remus quickly peels off his own clothes, before crawling into bed. He makes quick work of stripping Virgil of his hoodie, which he unsurprisingly slept in, and pants, before leaving Virgil's shirt and boxers on.

He knew Virgil didn't like sleeping naked; they'd had a talk about his boundaries.

Remus then quickly snuggled up behind him, wrapping his arms around Virgil's waist and pulling Virgil back against his chest.

Virgil let out a satisfied grunt as Remus's hands slipped up his shirt, just gently running up and down his sides and stomach. More so to soothe Virgil than to please Remus's constantly horny brain, but Remus would be lying if he said he definitely wasn't low-key feeling Virgil up right now.

The action, and someone else's presence in general, ends up relaxing Virgil enough to where his eyes eventually flutter shut and he ends up falling asleep.

When he wakes up the next morning, Remus is back at his desk, tongue slightly protruding his lips, as he focused on... sewing something? Virgil couldn't really tell with his lying down position. He didn't make an attempt to get a look at it, though, deciding that he could always see it later.

Remus continues working for a bit, before he looks over at Virgil and notices he's awake.

"Oh, Virgin!" Remus exclaims, despite the fact the nickname was entirely untrue. "I didn't know you were awake. You could have made some type of noise to let me know."

Virgil hums, a smile on his face. "I don't wake up hard as often as you do."

"You don't have to be hard in order to moan," Remus argues, sticking his tongue out. "Besides, you could have just been like 'hey Remus, I'm awake and ready to fuck' or something."

Virgil snickers, as Remus scoots the chair over and scoops Virgil up off the bed. Virgil doesn't argue, instead leaning into Remus's hold as he's set in his lap. This time, his back is pressed against Remus's chest, and he gets a clear view on what Remus is working on.

"A doll?" Virgil questions, as Remus picks up the doll. It's about six inches tall (around 15cm for you non-americans), and it looks just like Remus. "Why?"

"It's a voodoo doll," Remus says, as if that will clarify anything. "I infused my DNA with it, and there's..." he digs around through his desk drawers, before pulling out a small purple pouch with gold accents. "This! It's this magic dust that you sprinkle over the doll to activate it for twelve hours." He smiles, as he tugs up the doll's shirt, a replica of the sparkly duke outfit Remus's commonly wore.

"And the clothes are removable!"

"So... you basically just made a doll of yourself that you can play dress-up with?"

Remus stared at him for a moment. "Did you literally miss the part where I said 'voodoo?'" he asks, flicking Virgil's forehead. Virgil frowns and swats at his hand. "After you put some of the magic dust on it, I'll be able to feel anything you do to the doll."

"Wait- anything I do?"

"Well, yeah." Remus gives him a confused smile. "I'm giving the mini me to you! That way, you can play with me whenever you start to miss me." He presses a kiss to Virgil's cheek, as he hands him the doll and the pouch. "And, obviously, you have my full consent to do whatever you to that doll. Like, go ahead and tear my arm off or something. It'd be pretty fucking hot."

Virgil tenses at the thought. "Yeah... no thanks. I'm not mutilating you for either of our enjoyment."

Remus playfully whines, before nibbling on Virgil's neck. Just casually; he's not attempting to leave any marks, more so just biting as a way to show Virgil some affection.

"Well, my loss." Remus sighs, before snickering to show he's just messing around, although he'd definitely be into being mangled. Being torn apart and used like a toy? Yes please!

"But, I meant the consent part. I thought it'd be fun!" Remus says, as Virgil holds the doll instinctively tighter. "It's not activated currently; I thought I'd let you activate it randomly so it'd be a fun, kinky surprise!"

Virgil rolls his eyes, cradling the doll against his chest and holding the pouch tight as if afraid he might drop it. "Whatever..." he mutters. He's unsure of whether or not he will actually every use it, but for now, it just made a cute doll.

He spends the day with Remus, stopping by his own room to hide the bag in his nightstand drawer and propping the Remus doll against his pillows, nestled next to the homemade spider plush Remus had made for him many years ago.

He ends up forgetting about it over the course of the next few days, however, his mind instead overwhelmed by constantly pestering concerned that are plaguing Thomas's mind. Remus forgets about it too, although his reason is more so because of his short attention span.

Virgil grows increasingly stressed, but instead of seeking out any of the others to help him, he locks himself in his room, flopping down on his bed.

Not wanting to burden them with his problems that are, in his opinion, of minuscule importance, he instead turns to attempting to sleep. Although, that doesn't appear to work, as he shifts and turns, before he winds up laying on something uncomfortably.

He cracks an eye open, grabbing the thing from under his chest before peering at it closely.

Oh... the Remus doll. He sits up with a groan, tilting the doll back and forth. He sighs, switching the doll to his other hand, before he feels the doll's shirt slide up where he was holding it. He's worried for a second he's torn it, before he remembers that Remus said the clothes were removable.

He's curious, and takes the rest of Remus's shirt off, revealing the dolls fabric-y chest and stitches going up the center of it's back.

He runs his hands over the stitches, before his hand travels downwards, hooking his finger on the edge of the doll's pants. His face flushes at the implication of pulling them down, even though it was just a doll.

Swallowing the spit in his mouth, he tugs down the rest of the dolls pants. He didn't know what he expected to find, but the bottom half just looked like a normal bottom of a doll. Nothing that special... other than a hole on the very bottom.

Virgil tilted the doll back so he could get a better look at the hole, before he bites his lip and lightly grazes a finger over it. He gulps, before pushing a finger inside. He immediately pulls it back, however, weirded out by how warm it felt.

"Ugh," he muttered, his hand reaching for the nightstand without him really thinking about it. He reaches in, before feeling the pouch. He pulls it out with a raised eyebrow, looking over it.

He has to use the weird magic dust to activate it... right?

Was Virgil really going to play with a doll just because Remus claimed it was magical? ... yeah.

Virgil opened the pouch and grabbed some of the dust, before sprinkling it over the doll.

From where Remus was, sitting at the table with Logan and Patton, he felt a shiver course up his spine. He shrugged it off, before grinning, as he went back to his conversation with Patton and Logan.

It was more so him and Logan discussing unsolved murders (a topic brought up by Remus, of course, but Logan was happy to pipe in with his own facts). That is, until, he feels pressure on his chest. It's light, and brief, but it was there.

He pauses mid-sentence, confusion written all over his face, before he suddenly grips the arm of his chair and moans, feeling his crotch being rubbed.

That draws the attention of Patton and Logan, Patton looking startled with a flushed face, while Logan just sighed.

"Remus, we've discussed you using toys this early in the morning," Logan says, taking a sip of his coffee. "You have to give us all some time to wake up before he have the mental energy to deal with you."

"I don't have a toy in, I swear to Satan," Remus counters, eyes wide. "I honestly have no idea what's happening." He bites his lip, before moaning against, hips bucking as the invisible friction returns.

"Don't swear to Satan," comes Patton's meek voice, as he busies himself with drinking his coffee in order to ignore Remus.

Logan just sighs again. "Then what's happening?"

"I- I don't know!" He groans as the rubbing on his crotch increases, gripping the edge of his chair. "But I'm definitely not complaining."

"Of course you aren't," Logan mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose. It's clear he didn't believe what Remus was saying, as him having a toy in would be the most logical explanation, but he wasn't currently up for a debate, so he'd leave the subject alone.

A very flushed Patton ends up tugging an unamused Logan out of the kitchen, leaving Remus alone to his own devices.

Or, more accurately, lack of devices, as he continued to be pleasured by an unknown source.

Some random kinky God that favored him, perhaps?

However, that proved to not be the case, as footsteps were briefly heard behind him and the rubbing against his crotch came to a sudden end, causing him to let out a whine.

"Holy shit," someone mutters, and Remus bitterly turns around in his chair with a pout on his face, only to be met with Virgil, holding what appears to be...

"Oh!" Remus exclaims, leaping up from the chair and rushing towards Virgil, prompting the anxious side to take a few giant steps back.

"Shit, sorry Vi," Remus says, shooting an over exaggerated apologetic look towards Virgil, before turning his attention back to the little, currently naked, Remus doll in Virgil's hands. "You kept the doll!"

"Of course I kept the doll," Virgil hisses in response, pulling said doll closer to his chest. His hand squeezes around it, making Remus gasp as pressure was applied around his chest. Like he was being hugged.

"I just- I came down here to see if it was actually working," Virgil admits, before glancing down at the obvious bulge in Remus's pants. "And it looks like it is."

Remus scoffs. "I can't believe you doubted me. I knew what I was doing." He moves to grab Virgil's hips and bring him in for a kiss, as well as grind his bulge against him. At the action, Virgil backs up, eliciting a whine from Remus.

"Virge," Remus complains, as he heard Virgil snicker. "Don't be a meanie! Help me get off."

Virgil hummed, as if thinking about it, before shaking his head, earning yet another whine. "Virgil!"

"Shush, you can wait," Virgil responds, squeezing the doll again. Remus draws in a shaky breath as his chest is compressed, still pouting.

"Jerk."

"Watch it, or I'll keep you from coming all day."

Remus pouts, as Virgil moves the doll to the side, instead grabbing Remus's arm and tugging him into the living room. He turns on a movie, before cuddling up with Remus. Remus is in no way thrilled with these circumstances, as he squirms and begs while they lay together, before his cock eventually softens, earning a groan.

"I can't believe you," he mutters, pulling Virgil closer. "I was having fun."

"Want me to stop?"

"Teasing? Yes."

Virgil snorts, turning in Remus's arms in order to place kisses over his face and neck. "Not exactly what I was referring to," he clarifies. "I meant: do you want me to stop..." he cleared his throat. "To stop playing with you in general."

Remus immediately shakes his head. "No. Absolutely do not stop."

They both laughed, Remus already forgetting about this morning in favor of memorizing how cute Virgil looked when he laughed.

They cuddle for a bit, both of them honestly relieved for just some soft comfort, before a spike of sudden anxiousness causes Virgil to fret and leave abruptly to go find Thomas. Remus, upset by his sudden departure, retreats back to his room to find a way to entertain himself.

He does this for a few hours, not focusing on anything other than the picture he was drawing. He could only focus on on thing at a time. A simple fellow, really.

That is, until, sudden prodding at his entrance causes him to grip the pen in his hand so hard that it breaks.

He stares at his now ink-covered hand in awe, quickly muttering "damn, I'm strong," before he's drawn out of his thoughts with something large being shoved into his ass. Although, it wasn't something actually being shoved into him. Another invisible thing.

No doubt the cause of Virgil messing with the Remus doll some more.

And that was indeed what was happening. Virgil had decided that after his less than ideal interaction with Thomas, he needed to relieve some stress. And, now that he knew the doll worked, he was less embarrassed to actually mess around with it.

He had one finger inserted into the hole located on the bottom of the doll, marveling at how unnaturally warm it felt inside of it. He knew better than to question it, though, just being thankful that at least it would be somewhat reminiscent of actually fucking into Remus.

He slowly slides his finger out, before shoving two back in. Compared to the doll, they were massive, and if he positioned his fingers right, he could rub against the inside walls of the doll and push against the fabric in order to see a bulge. His free hand is fishing his cock out of his pants and stroking it in order to work himself up to full hardness, groaning as he does so.

While thrusting the two fingers in and out of the hole, he wonders how Remus must be feeling. If the fingers were big compared to the doll, how big did they feel to Remus?

Well, the answer was very big. Remus was drooling, back arched in his chair, as one hand palms himself through his pants, while big, invisible fingers thrust in and out of him at increasingly fast speeds. He moans out Virgil's name, before he feels the fingers pull out.

He immediately whines at the loss, annoyed that Virgil's stopping again.

No, he's not standing for that. He gets out of his chair to go give Virgil a piece of his mind (and maybe his dick), before his legs suddenly buckle as something much bigger is shoved inside of him. He falls to his knees, trying to keep himself somewhat steady with his hands, before they slide out under him and his chest hits the floor beneath him as well.

His ass is raised shamelessly in the air, as the thing continues to press into him. His ass is stretching around the invisible object, which Remus can't even think about enough to guess what it is, as he feels his stomach bulge due to the size of the object.

"Fu- fuck!" he cries out, tears pricking the corner of his eyes as the sheer size of the object makes him tremble. Drool pools at the edge of his lips, eyes rolling back into his head.

Virgil has his cock stuffed into the doll, moaning at the weird warmth encasing his cock. He waits a moment, briefly wondering where the fuck his life has gone in order to bring him to this exact point, before deciding that he was too horny to care.

His cock fits snugly inside the doll, a clear bulge being displayed as it stretches out the fabric, although it appeared as if it was made to be that way.

Virgil bites his knuckle on one hand, while the other slides the Remus doll off his cock, before slamming it back down onto it, groaning at the action.

Remus was moaning much louder on his end, crying out Virgil's name as the invisible cock pounded right back into him. His shaking legs spread as far as they could, as his chest and knees scraped across the ground as he rocked with each thrust. The feeling of the cock stretching out his hole and his stomach felt too good.

"Vir-Virgil- fuck!" he stuttered out, unable to properly think with how good he felt. "So big- fuck- and thick!"

He knew no one was around to hear him, but he couldn't help it. He's always had issues keeping his mouth shut.

Virgil stops thrusting into the doll for a moment, instead pulling it off his cock and setting it on the bed, before leaning over it in order to actually fuck into it. He has a hand resting on it's chest in order to keep it in place; the pressure is firm enough to be noticeable to Remus, but is thankfully light enough to allow him to continue breathing.

The hand keeping the doll in place shifts up his chest a bit, as to not disturb Virgil's rapidly thrusting cock, and his fingers end up resting against the doll's face. That is, until, one of them slips into a hole on it's face.

Virgil's thrusts pause again, as he slips his finger out of the hole and eyes the doll curiously.

Looking at it normally, there doesn't appear to be a noticeable hole on the doll's face. No features besides it's red button eyes. It's definitely not a prominent hole like on the doll's bottom.

Instead, it's hidden by the fabric, and only noticeable at all after pressure has been applied to where the hole is, which causes the fabric to fold down, revealing the warm hole underneath.

Virgil gently traces over it, before he suddenly shoves two of his fingers into the small hole, both of them rubbing against each other and squishing against the walls of the mouth.

Remus had raised his head when his mouth was quickly filled, before whining at the loss when it was pulled out. He was pleasantly surprised, however, when his mouth was suddenly forced open and invisible objects were forced in and down his throat. They reached down his throat, gagging him, and causing more tears to stream down his face.

Drool spilled from his mouth, as both his mouth and ass were continuously thrust into. His loud moans, that would normally be muffled by actual objects, continued to pour out, just continuing to make him look increasingly pathetic.

With the overwhelming pleasure coming from the extremely large cock fucking into him, and the added pleasure he got from the idea of choking on Virgil's fingers, it wasn't long until he grew close.

He whines out as he feels warmth pool in his abdomen, before he's coming with a high pitched moan into his pants.

The movements from the phantom limbs don't stop thought, continuing their merciless assault on his sweaty and sensitive body.

Virgil was growing close himself, thankfully, but that just encouraged him to speed up his thrusts. He grew more and more careless with the doll, just using it, and consequently Remus, as the toy that it was in order to finish.

He ends up spilling into the doll a few thrusts later, thrusts slowing as he rides out his orgasm. His come spills out of the doll's hole, and his thrusts just fuck more of it out. His fingers, previously buried as far as they could go in the doll's mouth, pull out afterwards, and his cock soon follows.

He stays there for a moment, leaning over the doll and panting, before he manages to convince himself to slide off of his bed and carry him and the doll to the bathroom. He'd have to wash his sheets at a later date.

For now, he focused on wiping away his own sweat, and carefully cleaning the come out and off of the doll. He tried to be as cautious as he could, not wanting to accidentally ruin the fabric.

He'd have to ask Remus how it could be washed eventually.

After he was done, he carefully carried the doll with him as he went to go find Remus, starting first with his room.

He knocks on the door, and is met with a weak groan in response, which prompts him to open the door.

Virgil's greeted with the sight of a fucked-out Remus, who has tears, drool, and sweat still dripping down his red face. He's breathing hard, but grinning happily, seemingly satisfied with what just happened.

"You okay?" Virgil asks him, crouching down in order to run a hand through Remus's messy hair. He receives an hum in response, which Virgil relaxes at. He moves to set the doll carefully on Remus's bed, before he turns back to Remus. He scoops him up gently into his arms, saying "we've got to go get you cleaned up."

"Fine, but only if you promise we can do that again at a later date."

Virgil hums. "I'll think about it."

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Logan sighs as he answers his phone, holding it up to his ear, while his other hand held tightly to a pencil. "What do you want?" Logan asks, bluntly, getting straight to the point as per usual. Emile expected this, of course, so he doesn't even question the naturally cold tone.

And even if he were to notice and take offense to it, he wouldn't even question it because of what he's doing.

His cock was currently hard in his hand, and he was stroking it slowly. After having some time alone, his imagination began to run wild, and all he could thing about was Logan over him, fucking into him hard and slow.

And then he was hard in his office, with a client on the way within the next hour, and a couple hours before his shift even ended.

So, he decided to try and get off quickly.

But, he kept thinking about Logan. Logan's body, Logan's voice, Logan's touch. And, well, after fantasizing about it, he couldn't resist calling Logan, just to hear and imagine him.

"Just- just wanted to hear your voice," Emile says, hoping that the stammer in his voice wasn't too notable, but on the other hand, hearing Logan address what he's doing and catch him, in a sense, was pretty hot.

"That seems like an irrelevant reason to call, considering you'd come home tonight and hear it then."

"Then isn't now."

"Well, obviously. Now, what's the real reason?"

Emile let's out a shaky breath, his hand gripping his phone tightly, while his other hand sped up on his cock. He didn't answer, prompting Logan to ask "Emile?"

"Logan," Emile responds, in the form of a moan, and he can hear silence on the other end.

Then, a sigh. "Did you really call me because you're masturbating?"

Emile couldn't help his whine at the question. "Yes, sir."

Logan's quiet again, stunned into silence Emile's (supposedly) accidental slip. Emile could only picture the flush on his face that only ever appeared when Emile treated him like a superior. His superior.

"Sir?" Emile asks again, hoping that it'll earn a different, and hopefully more fun reaction this time.

"Emile, you're at work." Despite his words, Emile could hear shuffling, as Logan moved away from his desk and onto his bed. He quickly gets his own pants down just past his thighs, before pulling his boxers down just far enough to fish out his cock.

Emile laughs breathily, before he hear Logan grunt on the other hand.

"What were you thinking about?" Logan asks, his own hand slowly working over his own cock.

"You," Emile says, like that's not obvious. "Thinking about you feeling over my body, kissing my harshly, fucking me slowly."

"Not quite the thing to be thinking about during work, huh?"

"Can't help it; you're always on my mind, sir."

Emile grins at the groan from the other end, before Logan says "turn your camera on."

"You first."

Logan rolls his eyes, despite the fact Emile couldn't see him, as he props his camera up against the pillows, giving Emile an excellent view of Logan's shirt, that had hiked up partially, and his cock, that he continued to slowly stroke.

Emile hardly hesitated turning his own camera on, fumbling over setting it up on his desk slightly, before his camera clicks on as well.

Logan gets to see Emile's flushed face, and his pants are pushed down to his ankles, hand quickly working over his cock at this point, groaning when he saw Logan.

"Sir," Emile moans out, enjoying the way Logan bows his head slightly and curses, no doubt red in the face.

"You just couldn't wait until you got home, could you," Logan grits out, Emile watching him buck up into his hands. How desperately Emile wanted to be impaled on that cock, having Logan grip his hips and nail his prostate with only a few calculated thrusts.

"No, couldn't; the idea of you kept distracting me."

Logan let's out a small chuckle, a noise that Emile can't help smiling at. That is, until, Logan growls out "as soon as you're home, I'll fuck you so hard you'll be distracted for the next week. How does that sound, Emile?"

Emile face flushed, him letting out a high whine of Logan's name, his hand squeezing his own cock. "Fuck, Logan! Sir! I'm so close; can I come? Please- please, let me come!"

"Come for me, baby."

Emile moans, hips bucking as he comes over his hand and desk, his hand slowing slightly as he works himself through his orgasm, before he collapses back in his chair fully.

He watches Logan through lidded eyes as the logical side finishes himself off, before coming over his hand with a groan.

"Fuck..." Emile hears Logan say, prompting him to grin.

"Enjoy yourself?"

"I'll enjoy myself much more once you get home."

The underlying promise of that sentence caused Emile to shiver, before there was a sudden knock on his door, leaving Logan to watch as Emile's face fell from bliss, to realization, to fear.

"Love you- gotta go- bye!" he rushed out, grabbing his phone and hanging up, before he rushed to clean up before he went to greet his waiting client.

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He didn't do this often. Well, to be fair, Virgil didn't do either of these things often. He hardly masturbated, and his often bad mental health kept him from showering most days.

Yet, here he was, taking a much needed shower and getting rid of pent up stress.

Or, at least, that was the plan, but that's suddenly interrupted as the bathroom door is thrown open. Virgil's hand squeezes around his cock, as one other hand slaps over his mouth, before they both fall as he peaks through the shower curtain.

"Remy!" Virgil hisses, looking significantly less threatening without his edgy makeup and with his hair slicked in front of his face.

Remy's up on the bathroom counter, grinning at him. "Heya Virge. Didn't know you were showering."

"You can hear it from the other side of the door, you prick," Virgil growls out, closing the curtain once again. He stands with his arms crossed under the water, his cock still hard and leaking. He just wants to finish himself off and get out, but here Remy was, preventing him from doing so.

"I could also hear some pretty explicit noises from the other side of the door," Remy then comments, casually, and Virgil freezes where he stands.

His heart's racing, and there's silence for a few moments, before Remy snickers.

"You okay?"

No, no Virgil was not okay, but he couldn't seem to find his voice. And he hated how smug Remy sounded, and how his cock twitched in interest at his voice.

"Virgey," Remy coos. "Don't tell me you shut down on me." Still silence. Virgil couldn't speak, mostly in fear of what he would say.

"Hmm, well... if you're going to stay silent, I guess I'll just leave."

'Yes, please leave.'

"Although... I was going to offer to help you finish." Virgil's breath hitches, his hand slowly coming back to his cock and slowly stroking it once again. "I know you like doing things independently, but just imagine my thick cock filling you up, baby. Your chest pressed up against the wall as I fuck you hard and fast. How does that make you feel, Vi? Does that sound fun?"

Virgil currently had his back against one of the walls in the shower, stroking his cock fast as he listened to Remy talk, his face red with embarrassment. Although, he pauses, a moan caught in his throat when Remy mentions fucking him.

"Please," Virgil whines out, albeit quietly, but it's enough for Remy.

"That a yes?"

"Yes, Remy, please."

Remy grins, quickly undressing, before snagging the lube he brought with him because he definitely knew what he was doing.

He steps into the shower, Virgil's eyes on him in an instant, watching his every move. Remy smiles, moving to press their bodies together.

Remy's still grinning as his hand lands on Virgil's waist, before sliding down his side and over his thigh - hand lightly squeezing and groping, before Remy puts the small bottle of lube into his mouth, using both of his hands to quickly turn Virgil's body over, pressing his chest against the wall. Virgil barely has time to gasp before Remy's hands are squeezing Virgil's ass and thighs, Virgil's face turning a dark shade of red.

"Remy!" he hisses out, prompting Remy to grab the lube from his mouth.

"You already stretched for me, baby?" Remy asks, uncapping the lube. Surprisingly, he doesn't know how often Virgil has sex, so he's unsure of whether or not he needs to be prepped.

However, Virgil nods, which is a pleasant surprise.

Remy snickers, and presses a kiss to Virgil's shoulder. "Great, then we won't have to waste time. We're lucky you're such a whore."

Virgil whines at the name, as Remy quickly lubes up his cock, before he spreads Virgil's cheeks apart with one of his hands, squeezing it while he does so, before teasing his cock around Virgil's hole. Virgil goes to say something snappy, slightly irritated that Remy isn't hurrying this along, before Remy harshly thrusts into Virgil's ass.

Virgil gasps as his hands slide against the wet tile, one of Remy's hands tangling in his hair and keeping his face pressed uncomfortably hard against the wall, and the other holding tight to Virgil's waist.

Remy's face is buried in Virgil's neck, placing quick kisses and harsh bites over the expanse of pale skin, earning yelps and moans in response.

He gives Virgil a moment to relax and adjust, but the moment Virgil starts gently rocking his hips back, Remy pulls out, before roughly thrusting back in, slamming Virgil against the tiled wall and eliciting a moan from him.

"Fuck, Remy," he moans, eyes screwed shut in pleasure. He needed this. He needed sexual release, but having somebody else here to help felt so much better. The warmth of the shower water spraying over the both of them hardly compared to the heat Remy was radiating as his chest pressed against Virgil's back, kissing and nipping up his jaw.

"I bet you just wanted someone to hear you," Remy growls out, biting and Virgil's earlobe. "You were moaning like the slut you are on purpose, hoping somebody would walk by and hear. You just wanted to be fucked senseless, isn't that right?"

"Yes!" Virgil cries out, as Remy nails his prostate. His blunt nails scraping against the wall, as his head is thrown back and laying against Remy's shoulder.

Remy laughs breathily, a sound that sends a shiver down Virgil's spine.

"Remy- Remy I'm close," he moans out, prompting Remy's hands to squeeze his hips.

"I've really done a number on you, huh, Vi," Remy growls out. "Close already? Does my cock make you feel that good?"

"Yes, Remy, yes!" Drool is dripping down Virgil's chin, and Remy himself is growing close. His hand slithers around Virgil's waist, grabbing his cock and stroking it fast, causing Virgil to cry out Remy's name as he comes against the shower wall, clenching around Remy's cock.

With a few more thrusts, Remy comes into Virgil's ass with a low groan, before he pulls out, easing up on Virgil's hips as well.

"How are you feeling, babe?" Remy asks, voice considerably softer. Virgil doesn't answer at first, taking a moment to catch his breath, before he's able to stand up fully, the hot water going back to fully hitting his skin. Remy's arms are loosely wrapped around his waist, more so to keep him balanced than anything else.

After a few moments, Virgil sucks in a deep breath. "Good. Really good. Thank God we're already in the shower, though."

Both of them snicker, before Remy kisses the side of Virgil's head, and helps him clean up.

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"Remy," Patton moans out, softly, as Remy kisses over his jaw. Patton was nude, apart from his boxers, and Remy has half clothed above him, running his hands lightly over Patton's body.

Despite Remy's usual sassy and rather rough nature, he had promised to go slow, just for Patton's sake.

"Yes, babe?" Remy responds, almost equally as soft, as if not to scare him. Patton doesn't answer, not seeing a need to, just arching into Remy's touch. "Does this feel good?"

"Yes, please, Remy," Patton responds, voice hardly above a whisper.

Remy grins, as he palms Patton through his boxers. "Don't worry, baby. I'll fuck you nice and slow - treat you real good," he promised, before tugging down Patton's boxers in one swift motion.

He'd keep to his promise. That is, until, Patton would inevitably beg for him to go faster. And Remy isn't one to deny his baby what he wants.

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"And you're sure you're okay with this," Remus asks, for the literal tenth time today. Logan sighs, momentarily lowering his book.

"You keep asking me that," he points out, pushing up his glasses. "But yes, I'm sure."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"I thought lying was Janus's thing."

Remus frowns, pulling Logan closer by his waist. Logan hums as Remus presses wet kisses to his cheek. "You know what I mean," the intrusive side says with a pout. "I don't want to hurt you and have you not like it."

Logan sighs again. "I'm aware, but I assure you, I'm confident in your ability to respond appropriately in the event that I safeword, and you already know my boundaries and I trust you'll abide by them."

That last bit was a stretch, considering Logan didn't have many boundaries, the main just being "no sexual activities while doing something important," which Logan sometimes broke himself by having Remus cockwarm him while writing an important essay or planning Thomas's schedule for the upcoming week.

But, Remus still felt the need to keep checking, especially when approached with an idea like this.

Said idea, was consensual non-con. Rape play.

Logan had initially approached the subject in a very blunt, and concerning manner.

"Hey, Remus," he had began with, phrasing the question in an curious, typical Logan-like manner. "Have you ever thought about raping me?"

The question had made Remus freeze in place. Yes, he had. He didn't want to; he couldn't control the thoughts, but he had.

"Yeah," he had admitted, his voice quiet. He avoided looking at Logan. "Sorry. I wouldn't; hopefully you know I wouldn't, but I can't-"

"I understand," Logan had interrupted. "You can't control them. You're the embodiment of intrusive thoughts; it'd make sense that even you'd have thoughts like that."

They were some of the few that ended up disgusting Remus.

"That's not what I entirely meant, though," Logan had then added. "Perhaps I should have worded that question differently. That was my fault. Specifically, I meant have you ever thought about trying out consensual rape." What an oxymoron. "Consensual non-con, I believe it's referred to as."

Remus had fully turned to face him, confused and still a bit guilty. "Well yeah, I mean I've thought about it, but it just feels weird."

"I understand it would. I was researching and I came across it, and I figured I might as well suggest it to you. It could be a way to associate those particularly disgusting thoughts with something consensual. A Pavlovian response, in a way, but more so a reminder." Logan had hummed, leading Remus to the bed. "Probably not the best way to deal with those intrusive thoughts, but it could potentially help."

Remus had gone unusually quiet, pulling Logan close once they were on the bed. And that's where they were laying currently.

"What if you don't remember the safewords?" Remus inquires, expressing his worries the only way he knew how, by being blunt and forward. His and Logan's blunt natures actually made for surprisingly good communication between the two.

"I remember everything."

"What are they?"

"Red, and the secondary safeword, in the unlikely event you don't stop at red, is unicorn."

Remus goes quiet again, burying his face in Logan's neck, and kissing some of the skin while he's at it.

"I just worry."

"Don't," Logan responds, bluntly. "Worrying doesn't suit you. In more ways than one." Remus snorts, before lovingly nipping at Logan's neck. He bites gently, barely hard enough to leave a mark, which comforts Logan more than it should.

After a few moments of silence, Logan shifts in Remus's hold, turning so that his face was now buried in Remus's chest. "So... is this a yes?"

Remus is quiet again, before humming. "Yeah, sure. As long as you promise not to forget the safeword."

"I won't."

Remus grins and presses kisses along Logan's neck, before pulling him into a kiss. "Okay, good," he says, quietly, after they pull away, before their lips are connected once again.

They end up engaging in a heavy make-out session, before spending the rest of the day together. They discuss how the con-non-con will work, deciding it'd be more exciting for Logan if he doesn't know when it will happen, and Remus's reluctance is easily replaced by excitement of his own. He hardly gets to see Logan writhing beneath him, and while he does like being the bottom most days, he also likes making a mess out of the usually so composed logical side.

The two spend the rest of their day together, and go about the rest of the week as if nothing had happened. They still cuddle, they still work together, and they still end up having sex because both of them have practically insatiable libidos.

By the time another week has gone by, it's almost as if the two of them had forgotten about it. And, admittedly, Logan had. He had gotten so busy with helping Thomas with a few of his perils and helping the other sides manage that the whole conversation had been temporarily pushed to the back of his mind.

He was currently at the kitchen table. A variety of papers were spread across the table, Logan constantly pacing as he reviewed paper after paper and ultimate schedule after schedule.

His frazzled hair and constant muttering were both easy tells that he was working himself way too hard.

And everyone definitely noticed. A few of them passed through the kitchen, and they had tried to persuade him to take a break at the very least.

None of it worked, though.

At least, not until heavy footsteps were heard.

No doubt one of the dark sides coming in. They all had rather loud footsteps. Virgil seemed to stomp when he walked, and both Janus and Remus wore shoes with heels, which were obviously alerting.

Logan sighs, and goes to see who it was (and tell them off), before he's roughly pushed forwards onto the table.

He's confused at first (and way more than annoyed, considering the papers that went flying at the action), and he attempts to compose himself, but his chest is forced to the table by a hand on his back. Another hand was at his waist, and that's when Logan realizes who it is.

"Remus, what are you doing?" he asks, voice holding nothing but curiosity. The have fucked over the kitchen table before, but Remus usually leaves Logan alone when he's busy. Although, Logan wasn't that busy, it was more so just him fretting over future events.

Remus doesn't answer though, instead just grabbing a fistful of Logan's hair and tugging his head back, earning a surprised, and pleased, gasp from Logan. "Tell me your colour," he orders, trying to keep in character, but wanting to make sure now was okay from him to initiate this.

Logan catches on almost immediately, and anticipation sends a shiver down his spine.

"Green," Logan stammers out, as soon as he can find his voice, and there's a moment of hesitance on Remus's end - something unusual for him to display. In order to encourage him, Logan plays his part, and squirms slightly, lightly attempting to push against Remus's hand on his back.

"Get off of me," he groans out, and he feels Remus's hand tighten on his hip.

Remus's hand slides up his back, until reaching Logan's hair, where he tangles his hand in it and roughly tugs Logan's head back, earning a mix between a yelp and a moan. He has to keep himself from asking for more as Remus's other hand quickly works to roughly tug down his jeans and boxers just far enough so that his ass was exposed.

Logan's half hard cock is pressed against the side of the table, a mix of discomfort and pleasure making him feel conflicted about the position he was currently in. He wouldn't complain if Remus were to flip him onto his back.

Remus's hand slips from his hair, and Logan has to catch a whine from slipping out, before he hears lube being uncapped.

Both of Remus's hands are off of him for a moment, and Logan takes that moment to push his chest off of the table, but he's immediately slammed back down. His breath is pulled from him, and he lets out a whine.

"Please," he moans out, before clearing his throat. "Stop, please," he corrects himself, his hands pathetically pushing against the table and doing nothing against the strong hand keeping him down.

"Shut up," Remus growls and just the sound sends a shiver down his spine. The lube is tossed to the table besides him, and Logan buzzes with excitement when he sees it.

He feels Remus's cock slide between his ass, before teasing his hole, and Logan doesn't hesitate to push back against it (despite the fact it's out of character). Remus seems to be able to keep with his though, as he comments "eager bitch. You want my cock so bad? Take it," before thrusting roughly into Logan, causing him to cry out in pleasure.

"Stop!" Logan moans out, as Remus sets a fast pace with his thrusts.

Neither of them really care about the fact they're openly fucking in the kitchen. If anything, it excites them both more. The only thing they'd have to be concerned about is them thinking Logan is serious with his pleas for Remus to let him go.

Remus's hand on his back slides up yet again, and it grips tightly around the back of his neck, before his hand slithers around further and his fingers trace Logan's lips. It's quite the soft action, up until Remus harshly shoves his fingers into Logan's mouth and down his throat, using the palm of his hand to force Logan's head up and back. Logan chokes on his fingers, letting out a whine, before he begins licking and sucking at Remus's fingers.

He was tempted to bite down on them, but he didn't want to hurt Remus, as realistic as it'd be in a situation like this.

"Stupid bitch," Remus grits out, his other hand holding tight to Logan's waist - his nails puncturing Logan's skin. "Keep screaming; it won't do anything. I'm going to keep fucking your pathetic body regardless."

Logan moans pitifully around Remus's fingers as Remus leans over his back, trailing his teeth over Logan's neck as he sped up his thrusts. Logan expects it to come, but he still yelps when Remus suddenly sinks his teeth into his neck, his hips jutting forward and causing his leaking cock to rut against the side of the table, his chest already dragging uncomfortably against the surface of it.

His papers and pens were forcefully shoved to the side, currently scattered across the table and the floor. He'd be more upset about that if not for the current predicament he was in.

Logan's moans are suddenly interrupted by a cry as Remus suddenly nails his prostate. He's moaning out incoherent words around Remus's fingers, and in retaliation Remus just shoves his fingers fully down his throat, effectively gagging him and causing spit to pool in the corner of his mouth.

He'd attempt to wipe it away if his hands weren't too busy clawing at the kitchen table.

With Remus's fingers shoved down his throat, he can't verbally express that he's close, so he just resorts to whining as his cock rubs against the table, before he comes with a muffled cry over the bottom of his pants and the floor.

He hears Remus chuckle lowly behind him, his thrusts never faltering. "You came already? Pathetic. I'm going to keep you coming all night, whore."

Remus's fingers slip out of Logan's mouth, before he wipes the spit coating his fingers back onto Logan's own face. He'd grimace at the action if he didn't find it so hot.

He whines in overstimulation as Remus continues abusing his prostate, before eventually coming inside of him with a low groan. Remus's naturally bigger loads easily fill Logan up, and when he pulls out, Logan shivers at the feeling of come dripping down his thighs.

Remus's hands slide off of him, and Logan pushes himself up with shaky arms. He tries to steady his breathing, but he hardly gets the chance, as Remus's hand suddenly wraps around his throat and hes pulled up. His back is against Remus's chest, and Remus's hand is growing increasingly tight around his throat.

"Colour?" Remus grits out, and Logan shivers. He wanted to do more? Was he going to make due on his promise?

"Green," Logan says, perhaps sounding a bit too eager, but he couldn't help it. He was excited.

Remus doesn't hesitate this time, instead forcing Logan down onto his knees and then keeping his chest pressed to the floor with a foot on his back.

"You see that mess you made, slut?" Remus asks, and Logan's confused for a split moment, before he sees the pile of come he made. He nods.

"Answer me verbally," Remus growls, his foot pressing harder against Logan's back and thus crushing his lungs against the floor. Logan gasps, before whining out "yes, yes I see it. Please, stop."

Remus scoffs. "Shut up, and clean it up."

"Huh?"

"Are you deaf? Or are you just really that stupid?" Remus is on the floor next to him in a moment, and roughly yanks Logan's head up by his hair. Remus's other hand easily pulls open his mouth before he grabs Logan's tongue and pulls it out of his mouth. "Lick it up, like the dumb bitch you are."

Logan whines, as his cock twitches at the idea of him participating in something so embarrassing. He tries to defend himself when Remus let's go of his tongue, but before he can get anything out, Remus pushes his face to the floor, specifically into the come. It smears over his cheek and mouth, and he tries to push himself back up, but Remus keeps his head in place.

So, Logan swallows the spit in his mouth, before he lets his tongue out of his mouth and he slowly laps at his come on the floor.

He's humiliated, and he loves it.

He knows Remus is staring intensely at him, and whenever he hesitates, Remus sharply tugs his hair to remind him to keep going.

When he finishes, Remus tugs his head up by his hair, earning a pitiful whine. He goes to wipe the come off his face, before Remus grabs his wrist with his free hand. For good measure, he takes Logan's other hand, holding both his wrists down and the hand in Logan's hair keeping Logan's head up, Remus and Logan finally staring at each other.

Remus is wearing a scowl, and Logan's sure he himself looks pathetic. Despite the fact he's still trying to calm down, Remus doesn't seem to want to give him the time.

"Is your pathetic little cock getting hard again?" Remus asks, voice mocking, as his knee slides easily between Logan's thighs. He rubs it against Logan's cock, earning a whine.

"No," Logan says, despite the fact that he was once again growing increasingly hard. His face was red with embarrassment but he was eager to continue their scene. "I'm not. Get away from me!" He tries squirming out of Remus's hold, but it just earns a hard pull to his hair, tugging his head back and exposing his neck. Remus scoots closer to him in order to effectively nip at his neck, which Logan can't lean away from considering the hold Remus had on him.

He leaves a few more hickeys over his neck, before Remus stands up, and pulls Logan up by his hair as well. Logan cries out at the pain, and he hardly has time to recover as Remus quickly lifts him up by his waist and tosses him over his shoulder.

While Remus carries him somewhere, Logan takes the time to wipe the rest of the come off his face, before lightly beating against Remus's back. "Let me go!" He squirms in Remus's grip, before he jolts when Remus gives his ass a harsh slap. He clenches his jaw, trying to suppress a moan at the action, although he hears Remus snicker. He's tempted to slap him upside the head, but that probably wouldn't be too smart of an idea considering the scenario they were acting out.

Remus carries him down the hallway and eventually to his room (which Logan recognizes from the smell alone), before he's carelessly tossed onto Remus's bed.

He goes to sit up, but is immediately pinned back down. Remus crawls over him, sitting on his legs to keep him from moving, and taking both of Logan's wrists using one of his hands. He uses the other to grab a length of thick black rope that he'd laid near the headboard, and Logan's breath hitches when he sees it.

Remus doesn't spare Logan a second glance before roughly tying his wrists together and to the headboard. Logan immediately sets to tugging and pulling on them.

"Let me go! You son of a bitch-" Logan's cut off as Remus grabs hold of his throat, squeezing tight almost immediately. Logan's eyes roll back into his bed, his hips twitching, but unable to buck because of Remus's weight atop him.

"I already told you; I'm going to keep using your pathetic little body. You're just a stupid cum dump I'm going to abuse and breed all I want."

Logan's body jolts, his cock uncomfortably trapped underneath Remus. He lets out a choked out moan at Remus's words, and Remus raises an eyebrow.

"Oh? Do you like that?" Remus asks, well aware that Logan can't answer him. "Do you like being called stupid? A cum dump? Do you like the fact that your body belongs to me now?" With neither of those options eliciting the initial over the top reaction, Remus frowns slightly. His hand eases up on Logan's throat, allowing Logan to suck in much needed air, before staring up at Remus with a flushed expression. He was filled with anticipation, but Remus seemed curious.

They stare at each other for a few seconds, before Remus's lips quirk into a smirk. "Are you excited by the idea of being bred?"

And Logan's face flushes a darker shade of red, which causes Remus's eyes to widen. "You do!"

"I don't," Logan spits, before thrashing around again. "Now let me go!" Remus sounded way too excited to be learning that Logan has a breeding kink, and it didn't fit his character. They could talk about that afterwards. Right now, he wanted to deal with the leaking problem between his legs.

Logan's words remind Remus that he's supposed to be in character, and he switches back to it fairly quickly.

Perks of being creativity, it seems.

His hand is back to squeezing around Logan's throat. "Dumb whore. Keep begging all you want, but all you are is a fucktoy I'll breed and fill whenever I want." He backs off of Logan in order to grab a different tube of lube from his nightstand. "I'll leave your whorish body here on display so every time I walk into my room I can immediately go right to using you. Just constantly making a mess out of you." Remus tugs down Logan's pants the rest of the way, before pushing up his shirt.

His hands slide over Logan's body, causing Logan to try and squirm away. He drags his nails over Logan's pale skin, leaving bright red marks that popped in comparison. Occasionally, he let his nails dig deeper, leaving scratches that caused beads of blood to drip down the side of Logan's waist and thighs.

His hand runs over Logan's cock teasingly, before he pulls back and uncaps the lube, quickly lubing up his cock. He runs his cock over some of the come that had spilled out of Logan's ass, before harshly thrusting into his ass, grinning as he feels his come inside of Logan.

"Fuck," he groans out, hands roughly grabbing Logan's thighs and spreading them apart. "You're going to be so fucked and filled. Just a dumb fucking toy for me to play with." Logan moans and whines, as his body jolts when Remus fucks into him.

He tugs at the ropes around him, feeling them lacerate his skin. "Stop!" he cries out, as Remus once again sets to a fast pace. In response, Remus wraps a hand around his cock, pumping it quickly, which causes Logan's back to arch as he cries out a "please! Stop!"

The overwhelming feeling of pleasure mixed with his already sensitive body means that Logan's already close after a few mere moments of Remus stroking him.

He tries to hold off, because he knows he won't be done after this, as tears prick his eyes. "Stop," he moans out, before he whines as he comes over Remus's hand and his chest. Remus doesn't stop, though, and Logan doesn't safeword, so the scene continues on.

Remus's hand continues rapidly stroking his cock, meanwhile his cock nails Logan's prostate, causing his back to arch and him to cry out in pleasure.

"Fuck, 'm so sensitive, please!" he cries out, legs trembling as he nears his third orgasm.

"Gonna fill you up with my come, whore," Remus grits out. "Fill you up and breed you. Fuck, I'll break your mind and make you a good little slut." Logan could tell he was breaking character as he leans over Logan and presses their lips together. The kiss is messy, but sweet, and Logan finds himself happily leaning into it.

Remus pulls away first, moaning as he comes into Logan yet again, and Logan's back arches as he whines and comes again, his body shaking.

They stay there for a moment, panting, before Remus bends down and kisses his lips. "Did I do okay?" he asks, as he works to untie Logan's wrists. As soon as they're untied, he rubs them softly, double checking them to make sure they didn't hurt him too bad.

Logan hums, his eyes closed and his body lax against the bed. "Yeah," he breathes out, voice quiet. "You did great."

Remus smiles, hands flapping momentarily, before he kisses Logan's cheek. "I had lot's of fun. You had fun, right?"

"Yes, I did."

"Good." Remus is quiet for a few minutes, before he rubs at Logan's stomach. "Lolo, can I plug you up? I want to keep all my come inside of you, at least for the night."

Logan immediately nods. "Please."

Remus doesn't need further prompting, as he grabs a butt plug (also from his nightstand) and quickly lubes it up, before slowly sliding his cock out of Logan's ass and slipping the plug in afterwards.

After that, he hops off the bed and heads to the bathroom, grabbing a towel, before going back to Logan and quickly wiping him down. He then slips off Logan's shirt, and then rids himself of his own clothes, before crawling into bed with him, pulling the covers over the both of them.

He wraps his arms protectively around Logan, holding him close, before kissing the side of his face, despite the fact Logan appeared to already be asleep.

He'd question Logan about his supposed breeding kink tomorrow, but for now, he just wanted to cuddle and sleep.

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He was stressed.

That was the long and short of it. He could only handle so much of the other's bickering, yelling, and full-blown fighting before he snapped.

And sure, maybe it was his job. Maybe it was part of his function! But he still got stressed, and one couldn't fault him for that.

Who?

Dr. Emile Picani, of course.

As a therapist, he was trained to be able to handle these sort of situations and work to better things, and often times he's able to do just that. But that doesn't mean he doesn't end up taking a piece of work home with him almost every night, and is left with the perilous thoughts of being a potentially bad therapist, or even doing more harm than good.

So, recognizing his stressed nature, he had decided to do something to relieve himself. And, while the first thing that came to mind might not have been the healthiest thing, he was looking for a quick and easy solution.

Alone, in his room, Emile tugs his pants and boxers down slightly, and pulls out his cock.

He'll quickly get himself off, take a much needed rest, and hopefully be refreshed enough to better handle his patients problems tomorrow! It's always best to face things with a clear head.

He grabs some lube from nearby, before pouring some into his hand. He closes it and sets it to the side, before turning back to his cock. He wraps a hand around it, stroking it a few times to work it to full hardness, before he lets out a small sigh.

He let's his mind wander to fantasies he's had, and ends up imagining his boyfriend stroking his cock. His hand works slow, as he fully allows himself to relax against his pillows. He can almost envision how Virgil would handle this.

Multiple exchanges of "are you sure this is okay?" met with Emile's constant, sweet reassurance of "yes, Virgil, it's okay," mixed in with his inquiries of "am I doing good? How are you feeling, Emile?" which always served to make Emile moan. Virgil's consent doubled as dirty talk, and even though he did in fact care about Emile's comfort above all else, he knows the way he phrases things can get his boyfriend hot and bothered.

He's so lost in thought just thinking about it, that he's convinced he's imagining Virgil calling "Emile? I need you," to work him up further.

However, when his door suddenly opens, Emile is pulled out of his head, and is met with the actual sight of his boyfriend, fully dressed (sans hoodie) and looking rather surprised.

"Oh-!" Virgil suddenly exclaims, before he turns and rushes out of the room, slamming the door behind him. The sudden intrusion and quick exit makes Emile flush, but the therapist knows he'll have to do something soon or Virgil will feel bad about invading his privacy for the rest of his life.

He rushes to pull up his boxers and pants, quickly buttoning them and internally cursing himself for being so uncomfortably hard, before he rushes out of his room.

"Virgil!" he calls, down the hall, as he catches sight of his boyfriend hastily walking away from Emile's room with his head in his hands.

Virgil looks up briefly, turning around, before glancing down, only to flush when he sees that Emile is still very hard.

"Virgil, I'm sorry," Emile says, as he approaches his boyfriend, tense and frozen in a mixture of embarrassment and the shock he felt from earlier. "I... I was lost in thought when you addressed me. I should have thought to at least lock my door."

"No, it's okay, I should have known better than to walk in without receiving a response," Virgil responds, swallowing the spit in his mouth. "I didn't mean to disturb you; I can get Patton or someone to help me. You can carry on..." Virgil states, going to awkwardly turn around again, only for Emile to softly seize his hand.

"I was... I was thinking about you," Emile states, hoping that his sudden admission wouldn't scare Virgil off. "I know we aren't that sexual a couple, but you're just... so irresistible when you indulge in sexual things. I couldn't help but get distracted by the thought of you."

Virgil's cheeks were red, and his mouth opened as he searched for a response, before closing it again when he can't find one.

However, Emile then says "come help me? Please?" And Virgil can hardly resist him.

Sure, relieving stress on his own would be nice, but having the person he loved most help him out would be better, hence why Emile smiles happily when Virgil nods and ends up holding Emile's hand tight as they head back to the therapist's room.

Emile pulls Virgil inside, and makes sure to actually shut and lock the door this time, before Virgil's hands are on his hips and he's being led to the bed.

Without being prompted, Virgil settles between his legs, waiting for Emile to tug down his pants and boxers, fully this time. He tosses them to the side, before Virgil clears his throat, and asks "may I?" Even with Emile's implied offer, Virgil still had to be sure he wanted this.

Emile smiles at how caring Virgil is, and cards a hand through his hair as he states "yes, you may."

With pink cheeks, Virgil ends up wrapping his lips around the tip of Emile's cock. Emile continues combing through Virgil's hair, a soft moan escaping him as Virgil's tongue slides over the slit. Virgil keeps his head down, and while Emile would love to meet his eyes while Virgil sucked him off, he thinks that the shy nature of Virgil was cute as well.

As Virgil takes more of Emile's cock into his mouth, Emile's head falls back in a moan. He tugs ever so slightly on Virgil's hair, and Virgil deepthroats Emile fully in response.

Emile doesn't keep himself from going lax, as he relaxes fully and lets Virgil take care of him. He doesn't need to think with Virgil going down on him so expertly. He breaths out "so, so good for me," and "feels so good," in between moans; the motivation seems to drive Virgil to please him further.

The anxious side's hands are placed softly on Emile's thighs, encouraging Emile to keep his legs spread, as Virgil bobs his head. He's focused fully on making Emile feel good, and Emile's moans and breathy praise were easy tells regarding his feelings.

He could sense the tension in Emile practically melting away, and Emile eventually gasps out "Virgil... I'm close."

Virgil pulls of Emile's cock at that, his hand taking over as he scoots closer to his boyfriend. Emile eagerly leans in as Virgil cups his face, and they sweetly kiss as Virgil's hand quickly works over Emile's shaft.

The padding of his thumb slides over the slit, and his other hand falls from Emile's face in order to fondle his balls, making Emile whine into the kiss. A few more strokes, and Emile suddenly comes, head falling back as he moans out Virgil's name.

Virgil works him through his orgasm, before his hand comes to a stop when Emile starts to whine.

Virgil lets Emile take his time to breathe, before Emile suddenly pulls Virgil in for another soft kiss. Emile holds it for a moment, before he pulls back, breathing out "shower with me?" which Virgil immediately nods his head in response to.

Emile definitely felt way more relaxed, and comparably happier in his boyfriends arms while they showered, and he knew he'd get a good nights rest with Virgil spooning him protectively.

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"Still good to go?" Virgil asks, as the faint buzz of a vibrator can still be heard. Virgil held tightly to the base of it, and had stopped pumping it in and out of Patton once the moral side came.

... again.

The mess on his chest was evident that they'd been going at this for a while.

At first, it was Virgil fingering him to completion. A few kisses were exchanged between then as Virgil's fingers continuously massaged his prostate until he came for the first time.

Then, Patton was pressed to the bed as Virgil handcuffed his wrists to the headboard, and he was fucked hard and slow by Virgil, his cock being pumped while Virgil basically used him to satisfy his own needs.

After he came again, and Virgil came inside of him, Virgil had pulled out a vibrating dildo after pulling his own boxers back on. The toy was long and thick, and made Patton shake with the intensity of the vibrations and the oversensitivity he was feeling.

He moved it in and out of Patton's ass, a lot quicker than Patton would have expected from him, the toy thrusting against his prostate repeatedly. He came once more, and that's when Virgil had stopped.

The toy had stayed nestled against his prostate while Virgil checked in on Patton's wellbeing.

"I know you said you wanted to go all night, but you know I have trouble knowing whether or not you're exaggerating," Virgil they says, preparing to pull the toy out per Patton's request. He waits for Patton to answer, but is admittedly surprised when Patton ends up whining out "keep going, please."

Virgil's quick to nod, and his hand speeds up on moving the toy again, causing Patton to arch his back and moan. Virgil leans down and kisses his pudgy stomach, his free hand kneading the fat on one of Patton's thighs; he's being rather sweet to make up for the rapid pace he's moving the toy at.

His kisses are soft with the occasional nip here in there, which makes Patton moan and whine as he does, before he babbles out that he's close again.

Virgil speeds up his movements with the toy, until Patton's shaking as he comes again, and then whining out afterwards their safeword. Virgil quickly pulls the toy out, and then works to uncuff Patton's hands. Patton pulls him down into a kiss as soon as he's freed, and Virgil lets him, kissing him softly before pulling away.

"Want to shower?" he asks, hands soothingly rubbing Patton's thighs. Patton nods sleepily, so Virgil scoops him up - he's surprisingly stronger than what someone would initially suspect - and carries him to the bathroom, while Patton cuddles closer, filled with the mind-numbing bliss he had been chasing.

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Janus swirls the bottle of wine he's holding, before pouring himself another glass. Even after it's full again, he keeps a tight hold on the bottle, possessively keeping it near his body. There were plenty of other drinks laid out at the refreshment table, so Janus figured no one would care if one was taken for himself.

Next to him, Remus laid partially on the couch, head leaned back onto the cushions and arms spread out. Clenched in one of his hands was a vape, and the strong smell of fruit wafted in the air every time Remus took a hit. His lower half was situated on the floor, however, and his legs were propped up on the coffee table in front of them.

Seated on that coffee table was Logan, who looked more or less annoyed with the rave going on around them. As other college students partied with one another, Logan watched on with curious, but ultimately unamused eyes.

Frankly, he didn't see the point in all the drinking, grinding, and sex going on around them, or why deafening music needed to be played even though hardly anyone was dancing, but he supposes that's why he was invited.

When initially presented with the invite, Logan reacted with a raised eyebrow and an "are you serious?" Remus had asked, and had rapidly nodded his head. Janus, who had been standing behind him, proceeded to explain they needed a designated driver "just in case," and Logan couldn't exactly say no to them after that, especially because he'd preached safety in the past and knew it'd be hypocritical to decline.

So, here he was, left bored and unentertained as a so-called party unfolded around them.

He had been offered both Remus's vape and some of Janus's wine, but had turned them both down. Logically, he knows ingesting a small amount won't impair him, but he'd rather not risk it after they'd entrusted him with driving them home safely.

However, as some guy starts shouting, Logan wishes he would have accepted the offer. Perhaps it would have made the situation somewhat more bearable.

"All right, dudes!" the man shouts, straightening his orange tee shirt. Logan could see him dangling off the stair banister, and everyone shouts back at him which he seems to enjoy. "Who's ready to play some dope-ass party games!"

Everyone cheers, including Remus, who'd lifted his head off the couch in order to see what the commotion was about.

Remus takes a hit, before crawling further onto the couch, blowing smoke carelessly out of his mouth and waving it away moments later. The man on the stairs wiggles a bottle of alcohol out in front of him, as if showing it off, before he presses it to his lips and starts chugging.

People scream at the action, and Logan winces at the sound. The crowd cacophonously chanting "chug! Chug! Chug!" over and over, Remus included. The man does, with one hand still holding tight to the banister, before he gulps it all down and raises the now-empty bottle in triumph, earning more ear-splitting screams of jubilation.

The act of it all made Logan want to step outside, but Janus ends up scooting over to him and setting himself up on the coffee table. He doesn't say anything; he doesn't even look at Logan, but his presence calms the anxiety in Logan's chest.

He never liked giant social gatherings, especially one's like this that drowned out any noise of discomfort or pleas with heavy bass and guitar solos, but he'd put up with it for his two friends.

However, the man suddenly announces "as you may have guessed, or may have suspected, we're getting ready to plan spin the bottle! Yeah!" Clearly, he's trying to get everyone excited about such an elementary type of game, but people cheer in tandem with him yet again. The magic of charisma.

Remus cheers too, and he turns back to Janus and Logan with a grin on his face.

"We have to play spin the bottle," he states, as he takes a hit and then leans closer to Janus. He blows smoke in Janus's face, and Janus scrunches his nose up as he waves away the smoke. "I love kissing your pretty face, Jan, but getting the chance to kiss Logan's too is just too good to pass up."

Logan rolls his eyes, however, and says "I'm not playing."

At his words, Janus nods, and replies with "same. I'd rather not," which makes Remus whine as he slumps against Janus's lap.

"Why not?" he asks, pouting, as he stares up at Janus's with pleading eyes. Janus just takes a swig from his cup of wine, before he sets the glass down, and uses his empty hand to card through Remus's hair.

"Because half of these guys can't even wipe their ass, let alone brush their teeth," Janus replies, bluntly, as if it's an obvious fact.

Remus then turns to Logan, as if prompting the same question, and Logan replies with "I'm not going to kiss a bunch of random strangers. That increases the risk of contracting mononucleosis, which quite literally is 'the kissing disease,' and it's named that way for a reason."

Remus sticks his tongue out, announcing "that's a lame reason!" before Logan clears his throat, glaring at Remus with eyes that indicate he wasn't finished.

"And," Logan continues, voice bitter, but Remus can't help smiling fondly at it. "The act of playing some silly game just to kiss me would be counter-productive, as the chances of that actually happening would likely be low, considering the number of participants who'd be playing. It'd be easier to just ask for a kiss."

Janus raises an eyebrow as he stares at Logan, and Remus's mouth curls into a grin, as he pushes back from Janus's lap. He tosses his vape to the man, and Janus catches it, and takes a hit, turning his head momentarily to blow the smoke out before looking back at Logan and Remus.

"So," Remus begins, as he stands up, and leans over Logan. One of his hands slams onto the table next to Logan, while the other grips Logan's chin. "Can I have a kiss then?" he asks, lowering his voice, as his lips hover mere centimeters away from Logan's.

Logan, however, looks unamused. "You just had to make a show of this, didn't you?" he asks, although the answer is obviously yes. Remus just laughs slightly in response, before Logan sighs, and then answers "fine, you can."

He didn't see anything wrong with this. Why would he? Remus's boyfriend was seated right next to them, and hadn't spoken up about having a problem with this. When Logan glances over at him, he sees Janus looking back, almost... interested.

His face is quickly turned back to Remus's though, and in a matter of moments Remus's lips are pressed against his own.

It's exactly the type of kiss Logan would expect from Remus - rough and dirty, with Remus's tongue slipping easily past Logan's lips. Logan wrongfully expects it to be over after a few seconds, but the hand Remus had set on the table slides up his body and comes to rest on his waist, and the hand previously gripping his chin instead moves back to his hair, gripping it tightly to keep Logan's head in place.

One of Remus's calves land on the table next to him, and without breaking the kiss he manages to slide himself onto the table and thus into Logan's lap. Logan, unsure of what to do with his hands, simply places them on Remus's waist.

Logan has to be the one to tap out and pull away, panting heavily as he does so. Spit soaks his lips and his face is flushed, while Remus stays grinning above him. He glances at Janus, and with a smirk, Janus seizes Logan's chin next. Logan looks at him, momentarily puzzled, before Janus asks "what about me? May I kiss you?"

Hardly able to process how quickly things are moving, Logan nods, having just barely registered what Janus said. Janus simply raises an eyebrow, and Logan shakes his head, clarifying verbally "yes, you may."

Janus grins in response, before he takes a hit off of Remus's vape, and then pulls Logan's face closer. His lips are pressed to Logan's before Logan even has the thought to turn away, and then Janus is breathing fruity smoke back into Logan's mouth.

Logan pulls away, coughing, as he splutters out "what the hell?!" Janus and Remus are snickering as tears brim in Logan's eyes, although his dark red face easily reveal his inner thoughts.

"Sorry, Logan," Janus says, although he doesn't sound all that apologetic. "The urge was just too irresistible to pass up." His voice is teasing, and as Logan glares back at him, Janus can see him gulp.

"It's... it's fine," Logan responds, as he wipes his mouth with his arm. He looks away from Janus yet again, and instead looks towards the stairs. A majority of the people went upstairs to play spin the bottle, but the few that remained downstairs had turned the music down slightly, and Logan could see multiple pairs grinding, fingering, and even full on fucking each other against the wall or floor.

He looks away from them, and with nowhere to look instead, he ends up moving his hands in front of his face.

Remus snickers, but instead of moving away to give Logan some space, he takes his pen back from Janus and takes a hit of his own, before he easily pulls Logan's hands from his face and blows the smoke into Logan's face.

Logan coughs as it hits him, and when he looks back at Remus, he can see a sadistic glint in his eye. Clearly, he's enjoying Logan's discomfort.

"Are you okay?" Janus then speaks, breaking Logan out of his haze. His voice is soft compared to the nature of everything else going on around him. "We probably should of asked if doing all of this was okay. Sorry."

Logan shakes his head, drawing in a large, smoke-free breath, before he then states "no, it's okay. I'm okay with it."

"Are you okay with going further?" Remus sings out, as he traces the tip of his vape pen over Logan's chest, dragging it up to his neck. "Don't get me wrong, I love watching you choke on smoke, but I'd much prefer watching you choke on something else."

Logan's cheeks go pink at the implication, as Remus looks towards Janus, who then adds on "I do have to agree with Remus here. It's fun watching you squirm, but I'd enjoy getting to go further." Janus scoots closer to Logan on the table, and then pulls him in gently for a much sweeter kiss. Logan supposes this was them making up for the fact they didn't get to kiss strangers upstairs, and he supposes he'll have to deal with it.

He's definitely not putting up with it because he's wanted this for a while; that'd be absurd; who'd fantasize about people already in a committed and supposedly monogamous relationship?

Logan, apparently.

Janus's tongue slips past Logan's lips the same way Remus's had, and Logan finds himself leaning into the strange sensation.

Having seen Janus's forked tongue flicker out of his mouth before, he'd always wondered about what it'd feel like inside his mouth (or, dragging along other places), and now here it was, and Logan was figuratively addicted to it.

He hardly cares that Janus's mouth tastes like wine, and instead hoped Janus didn't notice the fact Logan was trying to eagerly swallow it all down, but he ends up getting so wrapped up in the kiss that almost whines when Janus pulls back.

"That was so fucking hot," Remus then states, which causes Logan to roll his eyes. Janus snickers next to him, before lightly patting Logan's face.

"You never answered us," Janus points out. "We need to know if you're okay with going further. I'm pretty sure lube is stocked all over this place; it'd be easy to find."

With the amount of couples currently fucking each other around them, that's probably a good thing.

Logan hardly has to think about it. He was sober, and he'd been monitoring Remus and Janus's intake for the night and had deduced that they were sober (at least for now), and that was all he needed to make his final decision.

"Yeah, I'm okay with going further," he states, and Remus flaps his hands in glee. He hardly has a moment to notice Janus standing up before he's roughly pushed back against the coffee table. The small surface does little to support his entire body, and his head hangs off the edge the same way his calves do on the opposite end, but Remus hardly seems to care about his comfort.

"Careful, Remus," Janus states, although he, too, doesn't sound all that concerned. "You don't want to break him just yet."

Logan bites his tongue to hold back an embarrassing groan at Janus's words, and can really only listen as Janus's heeled boots click against the floor, supposedly heading off to go find some lube for them.

Without much hesitation, Remus balls his hand in Logan's hair and pulls his head back up for a kiss. It's somehow even rougher than the first, with Remus biting and sucking over Logan's bottom lip, before his tongue roughly thrusts back into Logan's mouth. For the brief periods they pulled away, Logan felt spit or drool dripping down his chin.

His hair, which had been neatly brushed and slicked back that morning, was now a mess atop his head thanks to Remus's hands, and Logan shivers when Remus pulls back to stare at him, licking his lips at the no doubt pathetic sight he's seeing.

Logan doesn't have time to register that Remus is pulling him up again, and this time fully off the coffee table. His chest is flush with Remus's when they stand, and Remus wastes no time grabbing his ass and attempting to pull him closer, kissing him once more.

Logan had never paid attention to the height difference between them before. Remus was much taller than he remembered, and while in part that must be due to the platform boots he was wearing, Logan knows he has an inch or two on him normally.

But now, he was practically on his tip toes, neck straining as Remus pulled him in for kiss after kiss. Hardly being given any time to breathe, Logan was always left panting and trembling when Remus pulls away.

That is, until he's suddenly forced to his knees, his feet being basically kicked out under him. Remus sits back on the coffee table, and then spreads his legs, and Logan realizes why he'd been pushed to the ground.

Remus grabs his chin and pulls him closer, basically urging Logan to crawl forward, until he's perfectly situated between Remus's legs. Remus keeps his chin tilted upwards, swiping his thumb over Logan's bottom lip.

That seems to spark an idea within him, though, as Remus's hand pulls away entirely, before his index and middle finger prod at Logan's lips.

Logan looks back up at him, perplexed, so Remus smiles back down at him, before bluntly stating "I want to finger fuck your pretty mouth while we wait for Janus. It'd be unfair to get started without him, but I want to see you gag."

"Oh," Logan replies, flushing dark at Remus's words. However, he does part his lips, and Remus seizes the opportunity to roughly shove his fingers inside. Logan closes his mouth around them, and closes his eyes all the same, not wanting to look at Remus as he tongued over Remus's fingers.

He didn't want to think about where they'd been, or when the last time he washed his hands was, so he represses the questions bubbling up inside of him, and instead lets out a moan as Remus's fingers push themselves deeper.

"You're moaning just from sucking on my fingers?" Remus then says, and Logan squeezes his eyes shut even harder. "That's fucking pathetic, Logan." Remus pushes his fingers even deeper into Logan's mouth, and Logan gags, drool dripping down his chin.

He doesn't hear Janus's footsteps approach behind him, but he does pull back slightly when he hears "seriously, Remus? I would have loved to see this too."

Logan goes to pull away from Remus's fingers completely, having opened his eyes to look up at Janus, but Janus's hand grabs a fistful of his hair and roughly pushes his head back down onto Remus's fingers, making him gag and choke again, tears pricking his eyes, as Janus merely grins.

"How cute," Janus purrs, before he shows off the small bottle of lube he snagged to Remus. Remus smiles wide at the sight, before he's pulling Janus in for a kiss, Janus's hand keeping Logan in place despite the fact neither of them were paying attention to him.

Janus's free hand shamelessly starts rubbing at the front of Remus's pants, while Remus's free hand is firmly gripping the back of Janus's neck.

Through his gags, Logan tries to focus on the two of them, staring intensely as Janus and Remus kiss each other. Neither of them hold back, as Logan's clearly able to see their tongues pressing against each other, and eventually even hear some of Remus's moans as Janus works him to full hardness.

He's pulled away from Remus's fingers forcefully by his hair, which draws a humiliatingly loud moan from him, and he watches Remus lick his lips as his hands quickly work to pull his pants down.

Not wanting to waste precious time, Remus only shoves his pants and boxers down far enough to pull out his cock, and Janus pulls Logan's shirt over his head, taking his glasses with them. Logan frowns, as he narrows his eyes, his world immediately going blurry, but he doesn't need to see anyway.

Janus's cold hands run up his chest, before pinching and twisting at his nipples. Logan arches his chest out slightly as he grits his teeth and groans, Janus grinning at the reaction.

Remus guides Logan's face closer, while Janus's hands work to strip Logan down fully.

The embarrassment of being fully naked creeps through him as soon as Janus gets his boxers off, especially since his face partially rubbed uncomfortably against Remus's denim shorts as he mouthed and licked at Remus's cock, but neither of the others seem to really care about what he's feeling.

"Good boy, Logan," Remus coos, hand tightening and tugging occasionally on Logan's hair, until eventually he pulls him back. The head of his cock taps against Logan's cheek, before Logan opens his mouth for it, and Remus doesn't hesitate to eagerly shove Logan's head down onto his cock.

He doesn't push Logan down fully yet, instead allowing Janus to lube up his fingers, before shoving one into Logan suddenly.

Logan jolts forward, and Janus rubs Logan's hip with his free hand, leaning into his ear in order to softly say "you have to relax, Logan. I have to prep you." Logan whines around Remus's cock, which makes Remus moan, before he leans over the table in order to snatch his previously discarded vape and take a hit.

His shoulders relax, as his hand eases up in Logan's hair. Logan's breathing heavily through his nose, attempting to relax like Janus had said to by focusing on Remus's cock. After a few moments, he gets used to Janus's finger pumping slowly in and out of him, and can instead turn his full attention to pleasing Remus.

Remus had stopped forcing his head down, as if wanting to allow Logan his own time to adjust, and he seems pleased when Logan's tongue hesitantly drags along the underside of Remus's cock.

He pulls his head back ever so slightly, mouth encasing just the tip, and tongues at the slit, before he feels a second finger push into him too. His hands, which had planted themselves on Remus's thighs, squeeze down slightly at the probing, but he repeats the mantra of "relax" over and over in his head, and it seems to do a bit to ease his mind.

As Janus scissors his fingers to spread Logan open, Remus slowly urges Logan's head down, and Logan swallows around Remus's cock, before attempting to take more of it in. Having sucked on his fingers earlier, Logan was mostly mimicking what he had done there, licking and sucking on Remus's cock, and eagerly swallow the precum that had started to drip down his throat.

Janus pushes another finger into Logan, and after a bit more stretching, he pulls his fingers out entirely. By this point, Logan's dick was straining for attention, and he spreads his legs slightly as he whines, desperate for something to be pushed back into him, which earns a soft laugh from Janus.

"Patience, baby, I'll give you what you want in a minute," Janus says, which makes Remus snicker as he combs his fingers through Logan's hair.

"He can't help it, J-anus," Remus replies, voice mocking. "He's a slut; he needs something in him. He's been craving you for so long, it only makes sense that he's pathetically desperate."

Oh- oh they knew. His face goes red, but before he can pull off to respond at all, Remus shoves his face fully down his cock, effectively gagging Logan. Tears well in Logan's eyes as he chokes, before his eyes go wide as Janus's cock suddenly thrusts into him. Remus keeps his head pressed down, as Logan shakes with the force of the sudden intrusion in his ass.

Janus sweetly shushes him, as Logan's knees drag across the carpet, saying soft phrases such as "it'll be okay. Just relax," mixed in with "you're not as subtle as you think you are; we notice your staring all the time."

"And now you've finally got us," Remus replies, cheekily. "And unless you tap out, we're going to use your pretty little body for our own satisfaction. How does that sound, Logan? Being our personal fucktoy? Maybe we'll even let the other attendees use you too; you're already getting stared at."

Logan attempts to look to the side of him, and he does in fact see a few couples, all having sex with each other, staring at him while they do it. They're practically getting off to the sight of him, completely naked, choking on Remus's cock, and being impaled on Janus's.

Of course, they wouldn't actually just offer Logan up like some sort of sex toy, but the idea made Logan moan, and Janus and Remus both grinned at each other.

"This was such a good idea, Janus," Remus states, as he pulls Logan's head up by his hair, and then forces him back down, Logan gagging and moaning at the action. He squeezes his eyes shut again, allowing Remus to do as he pleases with his mouth. "Telling him to come along. We get a free ride home, accident-free, and the perfect chance to flirt with him unbothered."

Logan makes a confused noise, although it's not clearly conveyed entirely due to the cock stuffed down his throat. Remus's words made it seemed like this was all planned.

Had this situation been premeditated?

Behind him, Janus's hands rub over his sides, before he slides out of Logan, and then roughly thrusts back in, earning a louder moan. Logan's nails dig into Remus's legs, attempting to regain any sort of composure, as Remus increases the rate at which he moves Logan's head.

Eagerly, he begins thrusting into Logan's mouth every time he forces Logan's head down, driving his cock deeper into his throat and causing tears to spill down his cheeks.

Similarly, Janus's thrusts start up consistently, hands firmly planted on Logan's waist and squeezing and groping the muscle he could reach. Janus and Remus are completely comfortable doing this in front of multiple people, and even in general.

Remus was entirely comfortable fucking his throat as if Logan was just a fleshlight, or as if he was Janus, and Janus was comfortable doing the same behind him. As his thrusts got rougher, he begins pressing kisses to the side of Logan's neck, even kissing away some of his tears when he can, while he picks up speed behind him.

Logan's trapped between both sensations, Janus's thrusts bringing constant moans and whines from Logan's mouth, and those noises sending pleasant vibrations up Remus's cock as he's used.

That is, until Janus ends up thrusting into Logan's prostate, causing Logan's body to jolt forward and for him to cry out a moan around Remus's cock. Remus's head falls back in a moan of his own, and Janus snickers quietly.

"That's cute," he mutters, into Logan's ear, before he begins aiming towards that spot and rapidly thrusting into his prostate over and over, causing pleasure to course through Logan's body.

He's whining and trembling as he's used, and eventually one of his hands fall down to his cock, where he begins to stroke himself, quickly and without rhythm.

Neither Janus or Remus stop him, and eventually Remus shoves Logan's head down fully, and Logan chokes at the amount of come that spurts down his throat. He swallows what he can, but as soon as Remus's hand on his hair eases up, and he backs up slightly, Logan turns his head away and coughs up some of the come he couldn't manage to swallow.

Come drips down his chin, as does drool and some of his own tears, but Remus grins as he reaches for Logan's chin and grips it, raising his head so Remus can admire how cute he looks with a messy face.

"We might have to do this more often," Remus states, in a light manner, as if he's suggesting it to both Logan and Janus, and neither of them appear to be opposed to the idea.

Janus even laughs slightly, as he replies "we definitely have to do this more often. Maybe I can get his mouth next time and make him choke on my cock. I bet you'd do so willingly, wouldn't you, Logan?"

Logan doesn't know if Janus is expecting an answer, but he responds anyway, whining out "yes, yes I would. Please, Janus I'm so close!"

Remus grins wide, and he squeals at the thought of them doing this all again. Whether drugs or alcohol would be involved next time or not, didn't matter. All that mattered was the fact Logan was willing to do this again, and Remus's excited response is "oooo! Does that mean I get to fuck his tight ass? Judging by your reactions, Jan, I can tell it feels nice getting to stretch him open."

Cheeks heating up out of humiliation, Logan shuts his eyes again, but that just makes Remus laugh at him. Closing his eyes didn't repress the moans that were spilling effortlessly from his mouth, and with a few more thrusts from Janus, Logan's coming over the floor and his hand with a loud moan.

Luckily, Janus grits out moments later that he's close, and with a few more thrusts into Logan he's coming inside of him, which earns an overstimulated whine in response, before Janus pulls out.

Logan cringes at the feeling of come running down his thighs, as he slumps uncomfortably against the table and Remus's thighs. His knees burn from the friction caused by them rubbing against the carpet, and he's tempted to ask if people are allowed to use showers at parties, but Remus turns to Janus and speaks before Logan can.

"Do you think there are any plugs around?" he asks, and Logan flushes bright red at the implication that Remus wants to plug him up and keep Janus's come inside of him.

He hears Janus hum in thought behind him, before saying "probably, I can go look. We probably won't head home tonight anyway; I don't think it's safe for Logan to be driving after this."

"I agree," Remus replies, as his hand begins gently stroking Logan's head. If it weren't for the uncomfortable nature of the position he was in, Logan was convinced he could easily be lulled to sleep like this. However, after a moment, Remus's hand pauses in his hair, and Logan watches through half-lidded eyes as Remus pulls his shirt up and over his head, and then uses it to wipe off Logan's face. "If you can grab some water, that'd be sexy too," Remus adds, looking back at Janus, who'd stood up again and who'd tucked his cock back into his pants.

Janus nods, and walks off, presumably to grab both a plug and some water.

While he does that, Remus stands up, and puts his own cock away too, before he lifts Logan up very carefully, and carries him to the couch.

"I don't want you to ruin your boxers," he says, as he takes the lube Janus had gotten earlier and quickly lubes up three of his fingers, before suddenly shoving them into Logan's hole. Logan gasps at the sudden intrusion, before he glares at Remus with pursed lips.

"Pervert," he grits, although he can't deny that the motivation behind the action was rather sweet, as was the current position they were in. Remus was laying back against the couch, and Logan's back rested against his chest. They were cuddling.

And while normally Logan would protest against sleeping on any couch, let alone one at a party, he was tired, and trusted that Janus and Remus (hopefully) wouldn't let anything happen.

Janus returns a few minutes later with a small plug and some water. He explains he washed the plug just in case, and while Logan would normally combat sharing any sexual items such as plugs, as he doesn't want to risk contracting any STI's, he finds he doesn't care right now, and allows Janus to plug him up with it as Remus's fingers slide out of him.

Remus's discarded shirt is again used to wipe up the little bit of come that had dripped down his thighs, and then Janus helps tug Logan's boxers and jeans up. Afterwards, he collapses on top of him, and after Remus wipes his hand on his own shirt, he wraps his arms around the both of them, Logan sandwiched between them as Janus nuzzles into his chest and Remus presses a kiss to his hair.

"We'll make sure to properly take care of you tomorrow," Janus says, quietly. "When at least one of us is in a better state to drive us all home."

And that bit of assurance is the last thing Logan hears before he blissfully falls asleep.

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"Oh, Roman, you really are magnificent," Emile had said, without truly knowing the weight of his own words. He had been turned away from Roman upon saying them, and had instead been admiring his office.

The office Roman had worked oh, so hard to organize and clean for him while Emile was out.

Emile had been so flustered with work lately that he had hardly had the time to straighten the place up himself, but he had come back to find Roman fixing pictures on the wall to make sure they weren't slanted in any way.

The floors had been swept, surfaces wiped down, and every little bit of decoration Emile had scattered across the place had been properly fluffed, dusted, and adjusted accordingly so it'd be aesthetically pleasing and look overall neater.

Emile had nearly dropped the notebooks and binders he was carrying, having just barely caught them as he gasped, and that's what had alerted Roman that Emile had come back.

"I didn't get to finish, sorry," Roman had apologized, only to be shushed by Emile's lips pressed against his own.

Having been so caught up in the moment, Emile had dropped his stuff to the floor (which earned playful pouting from Roman), and when Emile backed up to pick his stuff up, that's when he had said it.

"Oh, Roman," he'd breathed out, ever so fondly, as if the words held such truth that he just had to express it. "You really are magnificent." He'd finished it with a sweeping glance across the room, the smile on his face growing wider as he looked, before he quickly wiped his eyes.

And Roman was staring when had said that. He had noticed the overly happy look on his face, and drank in every syllable of Emile's words as if he was dehydrated and the praise was the water he had been so desperately craving.

"Are you crying, mi amor?" came Roman's soft voice, deciding he couldn't muster a response to Emile's words. He's sure the wide smile and blush on his face conveyed enough, as he slips behind Emile and lovingly wraps his arms around Emile's waist.

He presses a few kisses to the side of Emile's face, and Emile's hand reaches up in order to cup Roman's face so Emile can then lean against him.

"They're good tears," Emile clarifies, as his eyes flitter closed, feeling safe and overwhelmingly happy. "I'm just so... so happy." He quickly wiggles away from Roman's arms in order to set his materials down on a nearby desk, and buries himself back in Roman's arms as soon as he can, rubbing his face into Roman's chest before his chin comes to rest on Roman's shoulders.

"You're just so good to me. And you're so efficient. I was gone for like an hour and you've managed to do all of this." Emile's voice is soft, and rather wobbly, as if he was holding back even more tears. "You have to let me repay you, Roman."

"Oh, Emile, you really don't have to," Roman says, one of his arms holding Emile close by his waist, and the other rubbing his back.

His soft words are only met with protest, though, as Emile responds with "I want to. Please, Roman?" And Roman can really only sigh and accept, because who is he to ruin Emile's good mood?

Which leads to Roman being dragged to Emile's room later that night.

He and Emile had very similar interests, which was part of the reason they hit it off so well, so walking into Emile's room made him feel right at home. He'd been in there often enough that he feels completely comfortable when he lands against the bed, and when Emile eventually crawls in next to him, Roman's quick to grab and kiss him.

"So... how do you plan to repay me?" Roman asks, curious despite his initial protesting, and Emile laughs against Roman's lips.

"Curious?" comes Emile's teasing voice, and Roman pouts, before kissing Emile yet again. Emile happily kisses back, shifting his position so he was laying atop Roman, and Roman holds him tighter, pulling him in for more kisses when Emile attempts to pull away, causing Emile to laugh.

"Okay, okay," Emile then says, turning his head to escape Roman's constant kisses. "Calm down." He scoots off of Roman, instead kneeling between Roman's legs. As his hands lightly rub over Roman's thighs, the smile on his face turns a little more mischievous, indicating Emile was thinking some not-so-sweet thoughts.

He leans down, and ends up pressing kisses over Roman's clothed stomach. They're light and sweet and it makes Roman smile in appreciation, as Emile pays attention to every little spot on his body.

Even when Roman's shirt is pushed up slightly so Emile can kiss his stomach, Emile's kisses stay light, and he even blows a raspberry on Roman's stomach at some point, making Roman's body curl up slightly as he laughs, which is basically music to Emile's ears.

"Your laugh is so pretty," Emile mumbles, but his words make Roman flush a pretty pink that Emile can't help cooing it. How little was Roman complimented? Surely he received more appreciation than just what Emile gave him, but his reactions signified it didn't happen often.

Emile didn't know whether he loved how easily flustered Roman got by the smallest of compliments, or worried about it.

But, for now, he decided to love it, and enjoy the otherwise sad fact that he's probably the only one who gets to see Roman's red face.

He pulls away after a moment, and leans back up fully to press a sweet kiss to Roman's lips - an action Roman happily returns - before he sits up fully to reach over to the nightstand. He smiles at Roman's confused face as he digs through it, before he pulls out a small bottle of lube.

Wiggling it in front of Roman's face, Roman flushes at the implication.

"Oh," he mumbles, propping himself up on his elbows. "I didn't expect to be repaid like this," Roman admits, glancing away.

"Do you not like it?" Emile asks, suddenly less confident in the reward he had planned, but Roman jumps to assure him otherwise, saying "no, I like it! I just wasn't expecting it."

Soothed, Emile nods, smiling as he moves back to sit between Roman's legs. "So, I have your consent, then?" he asks, as he sets the bottle of lube down and instead moves to tease his fingers at the waistband of Roman's pants.

Roman nods, saying "yes, you have my consent," and blushes more when Emile hurries to tug his pants down. Emile seems eager to get to this, as his hands proceed to then rub over Roman's now bare legs, and Roman is near melting at the attention he's receiving.

"You're gorgeous," comes Emile's soft voice, as he kisses Roman's hips, and then moves down to kiss over his muscular thighs. "And so strong. You're quite the warrior, always so brave, fighting for those you care for."

Roman smiles, hiding his red face in one of his hands as Emile's kissing moves lower, before he backs up entirely. Roman hardly feels embarrassed to be half nude, as he's not self conscious regarding his body at all, but it still flustered him to be praised constantly. He wasn't used to this, and Emile was basically worshipping him.

When he hears the lube pop open, he turns back to Emile, and stares intensely as Emile kicks his pants off, and then works to slowly lube up his cock.

Neither of them worried about taking off their shirts, knowing they'd be taken off later when they inevitably showered, but right now they just wanted to be close as soon as possible.

Hands lifting Roman's thighs, Emile teases his cock at Roman's hole, leaving Roman conflicted. He's unsure of whether he wants to look at Emile or away from him entirely, although he does at least sneak a glance at Emile's face.

Emile's cheeks are pink, and he's mostly just running his eyes over Roman's body, staring at him with the upmost adoration.

Roman can't recall ever being looked at with such love, and when Emile meets his eyes and coos "oh, Roman, you're just so amazing. So beautiful, and so creative, and so, so important to me," Roman can't help gasping.

Tears sting his eyes, and he turns his face away as Emile pushes into him. He's overwhelmed with emotion, with love, and with the feeling of Emile's cock sliding easily into him. He shouldn't be all too surprised considering Roman asks for sex often, but it's another sign of intimacy that happens often that makes Roman feel like his heart is caught in his throat.

He hears Emile curse faintly under his breath, but then Emile's leaning over him as he works his cock the rest of the way into Roman. Emile releases one of Roman's thighs, which Roman then swings over Emile's waist and attempts to pull him closer, and Emile uses his free hand to cup Roman's face and pull him in for a kiss.

It's soft, and sweet, and even when Emile begins to deepen it, all Roman can taste is love, and before he can stop himself, he's crying.

"Oh, Roman, are you okay?" Emile asks, softly, once he pulls away. He wipes some of Roman's tears away with his thumb, and Roman leans into his hand. "What's your colour, dear?"

"Green," Roman states, before saying "I just feel so utterly loved. You're so good to me, Emile."

Emile smiles softly, pulling Roman in for another kiss, as he breathes out "you're perfect, Roman. So sweet, so loving, so caring," against Roman's lips.

Roman can really only just smile with quivering lips as he's filled with happiness, before eventually saying "move, please."

Emile does as he says, hands lovingly holding to Roman's hips as he pulls out halfway, before slowly thrusting back in. He wants to take things slow, so Roman knows just how valued he is, and Emile tells him over and over how great and important he is just to make sure Roman internalizes all of it.

As Emile continues thrusting, he keeps a slow pace, although he does thrust hard and eventually hits Roman's prostate, which makes Roman moan and arch his back, nails digging into Emile's shoulders.

"Em- Emile!" Roman moans out, eyes squeezed closed as tears continue to roll down his face. Emile shushes him, kissing his face and neck as he aims for that spot and thrusts against it continuously.

"You're doing so good for me, Roman," Emile breathes out. "You feel so good around my cock, you look so pretty right now."

A flushed face with tear stained cheeks, and messy hair atop his head made Roman looks pathetically cute, and Emile quite enjoyed the sight. Roman's shirt was bunched up exposing his stomach, which Emile's hands couldn't resist sliding over, squeezing and rubbing at the skin and muscle.

"You're so helpful," Emile continues, the desire to praise Roman overtaking him. "You do so much for me, even though you don't have to, and I love you- I love you so much, Roman." His breathing gets more sporadic, his thrusts speeding up ever so slightly, and Roman pulls him closer, moaning and crying out Emile's name as Emile continues to thrust into his prostate.

Roman moans something incoherent, before whining "I'm close; I'm so close," as more tears flow down his face. He wanted to kiss Emile over and over, pleased by the constant stream of compliments he was receiving, but first he really needed to come.

And one of Emile's hands wrap around his cock, as he says "come for me, Roman. You don't need to hold back, this is your reward."

Roman babbles out an unnecessary "thank you," before he comes with a cry of Emile's name over Emile's hand and his own chest and shirt. Emile strokes Roman through his orgasm, before he pulls out of Roman soon after, not wanting to overstimulate him.

He works himself to completion, coming over his hand and Roman's thighs with a low moan, and Roman stares at him with a blush as he does so, before Roman reaches for him.

"I love you too, Emile," Roman finally says, panting, as Emile cuddles up to his chest, pressing a few more kisses to Roman's neck and cheek.

"Do you want to shower, Roman?" Emile asks, quietly, not making any attempt to get up as he instead wants to stay with Roman and love on him as he decides. Roman hums in thought, pulling Emile closer. Neither of them care much, or realize that their shirts are being even more messed up, but even if they did they could always get more shirts. For now, they just wanted to relish in each others company.

"We can shower in a few minutes," Roman answers, after a moment. "Just stay here with me for a bit. Please." Roman kisses Emile's face, as if attempting to entice him further, and Emile smiles softly as he lets his eyes closed, holding tighter to Roman in response.

He kisses over Roman's collarbone, before saying "okay, Roman," and Roman smiles, as he kisses Emile's head and squeezes him tighter, feeling oh, so loved, and so very valued.

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"How long will the others be out?" Roman asks, eyes turned towards the front door. Outside, rain poured, and every once in a while lightning struck, momentarily illuminating the otherwise dark living room.

The television was on, playing a movie that Roman had seen many times before, but it hardly provided much light during the current scene - one more dark and gritty. Roman craved the return of the sweet scenes with colour and light, so he'd suffer through the dark with a pout until they came on again.

Janus was curled up on the other side of the couch, a blanket draped over his lap, and a book in hand. Roman recognized it as one of Logan's books, identified easily by the sticky notes peaking out from between pages, no doubt covered in small lettering identifying parts of the book that Logan deemed interesting or noteworthy. Leaning forward slightly, Roman attempted to catch a glimpse of the title, but he couldn't manage.

"All Patton said was that they'd be back tonight," Janus responds, voice smooth as he flips a page. "Judging by how bad the storm has gotten, they might not even decide to do that. Virgil probably started freaking out the moment lightning struck."

"Do you think they're going to get a hotel?"

Janus sighs, as he closes the book over his thumbs, preserving his spot. "I don't know, Roman."

"Do you think we should call them and-"

Before Roman has the opportunity to finish his question, Janus shifts his position on the couch and kicks Roman's leg, Roman dramatically curling up into a ball and saying "ow! Meanie!" He's pouting, as he rubs the spot on his leg Janus had kicked, but Janus just rolls his eyes and sets the book on the coffee table, turning back to Roman entirely.

"Can you hush?" Janus states, as he stretches. After sitting idle for a long period of time, his body ached. "The others are probably fine. Pay attention to your movie or something; quit worrying about them." Upon seeing Roman's pout, Janus specifies "or at least quit vocalizing your worry. It's frankly quite annoying."

Roman whines out a protest, before he dramatically slumps over onto Janus's legs entirely. "But the movie is boring right now," he says, bottom lip jutted out in a point. "And I'm bored!"

Usually one of the others is able to distract him or entertain him for quite a bit of time, and even when they aren't around Roman can usually get wrapped up in his work to the point where he leaves Janus alone.

But, it seems that his wish for peace and quiet wouldn't be granted, as Roman whines and complains about a lack of stimuli while lightly pounding on Janus's legs similarly to the way a child would throw a tantrum.

"Pity," Janus hisses, as he kicks Roman away from his legs, before curling back up into a ball. His blanket had been discarded due to the movement, but before he could reach for it and toss it back over his lap, Roman crawls over the couch and fully rests his upper half on Janus's lap.

Janus never understood why Roman was so affectionate, even while complaining and pouting, and he didn't exactly know how to react. Pushing him off again would only result in Roman crawling back, despite the fact Janus didn't care that he was bored, and could honestly do without all the touching.

"Janus!" Roman whines, before he rubs his head against Janus's stomach, nuzzling him close in an attempt to cuddle him. Janus can't deny that he's very much enjoying the pure heat radiating of of the other, but he still let out an annoyed scowl as Roman then pleads "please, entertain me?"

With a scoff, Janus combs his hands through his own hair, clearly annoyed. However, knowing that Roman wouldn't quit bothering until he did, Janus sits up fully, stretching in an attempt to soothe the ache in his body from sitting still for so long.

Roman, sensing he'd convinced him, sits up fully too, excited by whatever idea Janus had or will come up with.

"What's your colour?" Janus asks, as he brushes off his lap, making it seem like Roman had some sort of disease that made Janus want to wipe away any potential germs. Roman flushes at his words, though, and ends up shyly looking away.

"Oh- oh. I didn't realize you'd want to do something so... so..." Roman stammers over his thoughts, clearly unsure of how to process the fact Janus wanted to do something sexual. "Well, to be frank, I didn't realize you wanted to have sex." His voice turns into a whisper as he nears the end of his sentence, clearly flustered by Janus's implications, but it just makes Janus roll his eyes.

"I take it that's a 'no,' then?" Janus asks, as he reaches for his book, although Roman immediately exclaims "no! I mean, no, that's not a no. Let me start over!"

He draws in a deep breath, desperately trying to will away the blush on his face, while also trying to sort out his thoughts, before he says "my colour is green. I just was caught off guard. Having sex is not what I expected to do tonight."

"And it's not what we'll do tonight," Janus replies, rolling his eyes yet again. "I'm not really in the mood to fuck you senseless." Roman's face turns a darker shade of red at Janus's bluntness, and he's convinced Janus phrased it that way on purpose judging by the way his lips quirked up in a smirk.

Roman scoots ever closer, staying cautious in case Janus decides to fluster him further, but Janus finally lets himself grin.

"I was thinking, how about you suck me off and shut up for a bit, and maybe, if I'm feeling up for it, I'll even let you come." Janus speaks smoothly, with confidence and smugness dripping from his words, and he pushes himself forward so that he's on his knees, face to face with Roman fully. He drags a finger under Roman's chin, and Roman leans forward, as if following it, eyes staring intensely into Janus's, much to Janus's delight.

Before Roman can even process what's happening, he's is sliding onto the floor, seemingly pleased with Janus's idea. He's nodding, still flustered, as he rambles "yeah- okay. Okay, that seems fun." It did seem fun. It wasn't what Roman was expecting by any means, but he asked for something to entertain him, and Janus was sweet enough to deliver.

Janus guides Roman to kneel between his legs, as he gracefully unbuttons his pants and tugs his boxers down just enough to pull out his cock.

He gives it a few strokes in order to work it to full hardness, and when he notices Roman staring, the words "what, see something you like, slut?" slip out of his mouth, sounding just as casual as if Janus was asking any other normal question.

And Roman's face is burning, as he swallows the spit in his mouth. That doesn't seem to satisfy Janus though, as his smirk falls into a slight frown. "I asked you a question, whore. Answer me," he grits out, moments later, and Roman shakes his head slightly, as if snapping himself out of his thoughts.

"Sorry," he apologizes, eyes glancing up at Janus who's looking down at him with intense eyes. Roman looks away, gulping, before he ends up looking back at Janus's cock. "Yeah- yeah I do. I like your cock," he answers, voice quiet and shy; a stark contrast to how loud and boastful Roman normally is. Admittedly, Janus likes how shy and easily embarrassed Roman is when it came to sex. It was different, and honestly quite cute.

"Good boy," Janus purrs, and Roman can't help the shiver of pleasure that courses through his body at the words.

He leans closer, and the tip of Janus's cock traces over his lips, and Roman's quick to open his mouth for it. Janus's cock slides into his mouth, and Roman has to resist moaning as the weight settles on his tongue.

Janus's fingers comb gently through his hair, although his words are a rough contrast, as he groans out "fuck, Roman. I like you so much better with your lips around my cock, like the good little slut you are."

Roman moans around Janus's length, before he takes more of it in, tonguing and sucking around the tip. It really is a mindless task, and it occupies Roman's mouth and gives his tongue something to do. His constant chattering and chewing on pen caps could have easily been replaced by sucking Janus off this entire time.

Maybe he'd ask to do this more often.

Stealing a glance up at Janus's face, Roman can see that Janus is relaxed against the couch, eyes gently closed and quiet moans slipping past his lips as Roman continues to lick and suck at his cock.

Roman takes it as his own pace, swallowing around the length as he leans in closer to take in more. The tip of Janus's cock rubs against the back of his throat, and as he gags, he leans back slightly. With just the tip in his mouth again, Roman's tongue runs over the slit, and Janus's fingers tighten in his hair, before Roman's head is moving back down.

He's taken up a slow pace, but he's focused on pleasuring Janus, and really focusing on the way Janus's cock felt in his mouth.

It's all he could really think about; the taste of precum dripping down his throat makes him moan, and he's quick to swallow what he can and suck eagerly in hopes more will be produced. As he takes in more of Janus's cock, he hums, trying hard not to gag this time. He wants to take it all, and as his nose presses against Janus's pelvic region, Roman can't help but moaning again.

Admittedly, he's hard just from sucking Janus off. His quiet moans are like music to Roman's ears, and he tries to discretely roll his hips against the carpet in hopes of relieving some of uncomfortable ache in his pants. His hands itched to undo his pants and stroke himself, but instead they settled on Janus's thighs, squeezing gently at the skin as he slowly bobs his head on Janus's cock.

It's relaxed, and compared to how rough Roman knew Janus could get, it was a nice change of pace. He was given full control, and was tasked with pleasuring Janus, and he was trying his hardest to do a good job.

"Good boy- my good little whore," Janus breathes, voice smooth and sweet, and Roman's closes his own eyes at the words, taking in the feeling of Janus's cock dragging across his tongue, the hand petting his head like he's a beloved pet, and Janus's words filling his ears. All the senses please him more, and he speeds up his bobbing slightly.

His hands tighten on Janus's legs as Janus moans out "fuck, Roman, I'm close."

It makes Roman shiver with delight, as he focuses primarily on driving Janus to come. His tongue laps over the slit, as he hums every time he fully deepthroats Janus's shaft. One of his hands fall from Janus's thigh, and instead moves to his balls, lightly squeezing and fondling them in an attempt to give Janus added pleasure.

With a light tug to his hair, and a groan of Roman's name, Janus suddenly comes in Roman's mouth. Roman chokes as he pulls back slightly, swallowing what he can in hopes nothing spills out and stains the carpet.

He wipes the remainder off his chin, before looking up at Janus with needy eyes. "Janus- Janus please get me off. I need to come so bad," he pleads, still pathetically humping the ground. Janus stares down at him, as if internally debating whether or not he'll let Roman come today.

With a sigh, though, Janus shifts his position slightly. He takes the time to tuck his cock back into his pants, before he moves one of his legs to rest between Roman's thighs.

"You can hump against my leg," Janus says, as if that's a privilege. "If you don't want to, then you won't be getting off at all tonight."

It was either humiliate himself or be stuck painfully hard and desperate until his boner sadly went away. Weighing both options, Roman found he'd much rather come that have to hold back entirely, so he leans against Janus's leg, face bright red as he very shyly grinds against Janus's shin.

"Ah-ah," Janus tuts, raising an eyebrow as Roman looks up at him. "Be polite, Roman. What do you say?"

Roman doubts his face can get anymore red than it is currently, and he stammers over his word as he looks away from Janus's face, overly flustered. Despite his embarrassment, he still utters "thank you, Janus," which earns Janus combing through his hair and responding with "good boy, Roman."

He keeps his head down and tucked into Janus's leg, whining softly as he gets slightly more confident with his grinding. He's rolling his hips repeatedly against Janus's leg, humping against him like a mutt in heat, and Janus compares him to such too.

"You're loving this, aren't you?" he asks, although it's a rhetorical question. He doesn't expect Roman to answer, and he doesn't want him to either. "Grinding against me like a fucking dog. A stupid bitch. That's what you are; a fucking mutt."

Roman moans at his words, cock leaking in his pants, and he knows he won't last much longer. He's babbling out a mixture of Janus's name and incoherent noises, needing to do something with his mouth now that it's unoccupied again.

"Janus- Janus please," he begs, not exactly knowing what he's begging for. For a less humiliating way to get off, perhaps? Although it doesn't seem like Janus has changed his mind on that, as he starts moving his leg up in an attempt to match Roman's grinds down.

In doing so, Roman's head falls back in a pleased moan, as he grips tighter to Janus's leg. "Please!" he cries, face flushed and hair disheveled from Janus's hand constantly running through his locks, and as Janus admires his pathetic face, he notices that Roman's even drooling.

"Are you close, Roman?" Janus asks, and Roman can really only whine and nod as his forehead rests against Janus's legs. It makes Janus grin just seeing the way Roman's body trembled slightly. So overwhelmed from so little stimuli.

Smiling softly, Janus then purrs "come for me then, slut. Make a mess of your pants like the dirty whore you are."

And, well, Roman can't really disobey. Grinding a bit more against Janus's leg pushes him completely over the edge, and his head lolls back as he lets out a high whine and comes in his pants. He humps against Janus as he rides out his orgasm, before he slumps over completely, breathing heavily.

"Alright, Roman," Janus says, after a moment, causing Roman to look up at him, still breathing heavily. Janus holds his arms out as he moves his leg back, and Roman looks at him confused.

"Come cuddle," Janus then clarifies, rolling is eyes, although it sounds more like an order. It's a demand that Roman is happy to follow. Although somewhat uncomfortable feeling the dampness in his pants, he doesn't hesitate crawling onto the couch with Janus, and nuzzling up against his chest.

After all, they had all the time in the world to cuddle. The rest of the night, anyway, and they could probably manage to shower before the others got home. Hopefully, at least.

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"Masturbating lowers stress and helps people relax," Logan had said, in a conversation with Remus and Patton where they were debating the importance of being sexual.

Virgil hadn't meant to eavesdrop, he just happened to be in the room when the conversation started, and he couldn't help listening in as Logan basically supported Remus's statement, which had initially been "I think sexual activities are good for people," mostly said in order to piss Patton off.

"It does this by releasing endorphins once you orgasm," Logan continued, sounding rather casual despite the fact the subject had made Virgil's cheeks go pink in embarrassment and Patton's face to fall as he realized he was loosing the argument. "Orgasms can also serve as a natural painkiller, and have even been documented to help ease menstrual cramps for some people."

"So, basically, I was right," Remus responded, arms being folded behind his head as he leaned back on the couch, smiling leisurely at Patton whose cheeks were flushed with anger. They're puffed out, almost the way a frog puffs out its chest, before he ended up standing up and walking away, a clear frown on his face.

And that whole conversation looped in Virgil's mind for the rest of the day.

Masturbating can relieve stress? Masturbating can calm him down?

This was all new information for him, and although he tried to repress that newfound knowledge, it kept resurfacing throughout the day, until finally he was alone in his room.

Shoulders tense and eyebrows creased, Virgil felt anxious and generally shitty, and yet Logan's words repeated in his mind.

"Masturbating lowers stress and helps people relax..."

Logan's smooth voice rings over and over in his mind, saying those damned words, and suddenly Virgil finds himself fixating on Logan.

Logan's hair, neatly combed back and out of his face, looking stoic and professional. The way he annunciated his words, making sure that what he was saying was clear and couldn't be misheard in anyway, and the way he sat; his legs down and hands rested on his lap when he was silent - he probably had the best posture out of all of them, with his shoulders back and relaxed as he sat up straight.

When he spoke his hands moved, aiding his words in proving his point, although a couple of the motions he made caused Remus to snort.

Virgil's touching himself before he even processes what's happening, and is suddenly drawn out of his thoughts as he lets out a moan.

Face flushed, he looks down, and sees his hand touching himself - rubbing his crotch through his pants. He's embarrassed that he was driven to do such a thing, and while thinking about Logan no less, but hey, if it relieved stress, Virgil wanted to try it.

He bites his lip as he debates whether or not he wanted to go through with this, but in a matter of moments he's kicking his skinny jeans off and tugging his boxers down too. He grabs some lube after a bit of digging in order to speed up the process, and then places a hesitant hand on his cock.

'It'll relieve stress and release endorphins,' he reminds himself, and he can make it quick enough that nothing bad or unexpected could potentially happen within the timeframe.

Up until something back does actually happen within that timeframe, as their comes a few sharp knocks on Virgil's door.

He wants to get up and answer it; he usually gets up and answers his door almost immediately, fueled by curiosity and sometimes a bit of anxiety over who may be on the other side, but instead he freezes up. He can't bring himself to say anything, words seemingly being caught in his throat, before a familiar one-tone voice goes "Virgil?"

Oh god, it was Logan.

Virgil's doorknob is twisting before he can find it in him to tell Logan to stop, and he internally has launched into panic mode. Why didn't he lock his doorknob? Sure, he didn't plan to masturbate tonight, but he should have at least considered the possibility!

He's drawn out of his panic as his door gently opens, revealing a confused Logan looking down at a book he was holding. He stares down at it for a minute, before he finally looks up and meets Virgil's eyes.

There's silence for a moment, as Logan takes in the scene before him; Virgil's face was dark red and his face displayed a shocked and embarrassed expression. As Logan's eyes traveled further, he saw Virgil's naked lower half, with his hand wrapped around his cock.

"Oh," Logan breathes out, seemingly freezing up on his own.

His little word seems to snap Virgil out of it, though, and he quickly grabs his comforter and tugs it up over himself, trying to repress the fact he found this hotter than he should.

"I'm so sorry!" he exclaims, hiding his face in his hands. Logan must think he's disgusting or perverted; why couldn't he have just said that he was busy? If only he had been able to say anything to keep Logan from walking in and discovering this.

He was going to tell the others, wasn't he? And they'd all make fun of him, and Patton would hate him, and-

"Hey, deep breaths," Logan says, as he takes a step back. "I can see you're getting worked up; I shouldn't have breached your privacy, especially since you didn't answer. I can leave."

Virgil feels utterly humiliated, and he's sure Logan must feel bad, so in a moment of sheer impulse fueled by the need to ease Logan's own embarrassment and anxiety, Virgil exclaims "wait! Don't go, please. I- um- I..."

He panics over what to say next, and curses himself for thinking that this would just be easy. How did Remus just say whatever was on his mind so effortlessly?

Sucking in a deep breath, Virgil sorts out his thoughts, before saying "I was listening in on your conversation earlier, and I decided to try it out, and right now I'm honestly feeling more anxious than relaxed and I kind of froze up when I heard you knocking, and I'm sorry that I-"

"Hush, Virgil," Logan says, taking a breath of his own before sighing. "I can't understand you when you ramble that fast."

Face flushing, Virgil tries to calm himself down, as he then states "I was thinking about you - about what you said, and about your voice. And your body." He feels humiliated that he's admitting this, but he feels compelled to say it. He's sure Logan would want to know if someone's masturbating to the thought of him.

Logan's silent for a moment, and Virgil's worried he may have said something that upset Logan, but then Logan's voice says "do you want my help?"

He's completely serious, and when Virgil's head shoots up to stare at Logan's face, he reads an expression of genuine curiosity. It's a legitimate offer, and one Virgil so desperately wants to both accept and decline.

Logan waits for his answer, eyes trained on Virgil's face, and after a moment, Virgil nods and says "yeah- yeah, I do. But not if you're busy! And not if you plan to tell anyone." He narrows his eyes, and while he doesn't really think Logan would do such a thing, it doesn't hurt to state his boundaries.

Logan nods though, and states "of course, and I'm not busy." He moves closer and eventually sits on the bed, before pulling the blanket down and once again exposing Virgil's cock. Virgil shifts semi-uncomfortably, and in an attempt to ease his worries, Logan inquires "would you feel more comfortable if I, too, was nude from the waist down?"

"Do you- are you comfortable with that?" Virgil asks, following it up with "and would you want me to get you off too?"

He's met with a shrug, and Logan stating "that depends on whether or not you want to. And yes, I see nothing wrong with nudity of any kind. I'm happy to do so if you believe it'd make the situation more relaxing for you."

There's probably nothing that could relax Virgil enough in this situation, but after a moment he sighs and says "I guess I'd feel more comfortable if you were half naked too." He laughs slightly as the reality of that statement sets in, before he sighs again and adds "and I guess I can help you get off. It's only fair."

And it's definitely not because Virgil kind of wants to touch Logan's cock, although he'd never admit that.

He does stare adamantly, however, as Logan easily tugs down his jeans and boxers, having no hesitation in doing either, and then sitting with his knees apart on the bed. Virgil looks away when Logan looks back at him, but then Logan's scooting forward.

"Do I have your consent to touch you?" he asks, and Virgil clears his throat, before saying "yeah- you do. What about me? Do I have your consent?"

Logan nods and confirms it all the same, before his hand is reaching for Virgil's cock. Virgil's tense as Logan's hand wraps around it, but as soon as Logan's hand starts moving, Virgil's shoulders ease with a moan.

He glances down at Logan's hand, before biting his lip, and then leaning forward. One of his hands rests on Logan's shoulders, and the other reluctantly wraps around Logan's cock. He tries to mimic Logan's movements, with his hand stroking slowly over Logan's shaft and then sliding the pad of his thumb over the slit, and he flushes as Logan's cock hardens in his grip.

A groan from Logan draws Virgil's attention, and as he looks up at Logan's face, he notices that it's bright red, and that Logan's staring completely focused at Virgil's cock. Sensing eyes on him though, he looks up, and Virgil realizes how close their faces really are.

They're staring at each other for a few brief moments, before they're lips are touching. Neither of them know who leaned in, but their eyes are squeezed closed as their tongues slide into each others mouths.

Both of them are quite inexperienced, but what they're doing now feels good, and they dont plan on stopping.

Virgil's cock starts leaking pre-come, and Logan uses it as extra lubricant over Virgil's cock, and his hand speeds up around it, causing Virgil to moan into his mouth. When Logan pulls back the slightest bit, Virgil leans closer, chasing his lips. When they're pressed together again, Virgil can really only whine out "please" before Logan's hand is in his hair and they're tasting each other again.

Once again trying to copy what Logan's doing, Virgil's hand speeds up around Logan, hoping to pleasure him the same way Logan is pleasuring him.

Logan groaning against his lips in response is an added plus, and the noises he's making sends shivers of pleasure down Virgil's spine. He scoots closer, wanting to press their bodies together, with his free hand sliding down in order to slip up under Logan's shirt. In a burst of confidence, he's feeling up Logan's chest, and Logan arches into it as his head falls back in a moan.

Virgil can easily read him once they pull away, and watches as Logan's shoulders slump and the way his eyebrows crease. It clicks for him a few seconds later that Logan must have needed this too, and suddenly he feels more confident stroking and touching him.

This was benefitting both of them; Logan had offered and Virgil was helping return the favor, and in turn they both were moaning and focusing on the own pleasure they were receiving, while simultaneously trying to pleasure the other person.

Any worries or troubles either of them may have had melt away, as do the tension in their bodies, and Virgil's hand falters slightly as he whines out "'m close!"

He attempts to buck into Logan's hand, being met with even faster strokes in response, and Virgil squeezes around the base of Logan's cock, earning a gasp in response, before Logan's gritting out "me- me too."

Virgil's eyes dart from Logan's cock back to his face, where his eyes are pressed close, his face is flushed, and he's biting his lip, and just looking at his face adds to Virgil's pleasure, and before he realizes it, his head is thrown back in a loud moan as he comes over Logan's hand, and even over a bit of Logan's body.

His hand squeezes over Logan's cock, slowing considerably as that bliss sets in, no doubt caused by the release of endorphins that his climax caused.

Logan's whine brings him out of his euphoric state, and he pushes himself back up fully, before his hand once again starts moving rapidly on Logan's cock, and Logan can hardly stutter out a warning before he's coming too, breathing rapid as his hand tugs lightly at Virgil's hair.

They both sit there for a moment, panting, before Logan moves to get up. "Thank you for that experience," he sighs out, before sucking in a deep breath afterwards. "I hope it was as satisfying for you as it was for me."

He seems completely calm after what they both participated in, and the blush from his cheeks was fading with each breath they took in. Virgil did note that his demeanor seems more relaxed, though, and Virgil can't deny that he is too.

His anxiety seems to have melted away, at least for now, and he can really only nod and say "it was," and hope that Logan decides that they both need to relax again together sometime soon.

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"Oh," Logan exclaims, quite surprised, as he descends the stairs. Laying on the couch is Remus, donned in more casual, and more revealing wear compared to his usual, costume-y attire.

Logan couldn't blame him, though, as he was dressed very much the same. His normal shirt and tie were replaced with a looser fitting tee-shirt, and his blue jeans had been swapped out for a rather tight fitting pair of shorts that just barely stretched past his boxers.

Remus looks up as Logan gets to the bottom of the stairs, and Logan finishes his thought with "you're still here."

Remus grins at him, responding "yup!"

Logan raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms where he stands. His lips were pursed, and admittedly, he was a bit annoyed. "Everyone usually goes out to Roman's side of the imagination on Halloween," Logan says. "Roman makes a whole neighbourhood to go trick or treating, and even though you and Janus don't usually like it, you still like to go and torment them."

They were adults, but in Roman's words that didn't mean they didn't get to have fun. Logan had stayed back every year though, preferring the silence and having the empty house to himself.

That doesn't appear to have happened this year, though, as Remus was carelessly lounging on the couch. At home. Not outside, with the others.

Remus just shrugs though, seemingly not getting what was so surprising about this. "I didn't want to go this year. It's been getting kind of... lame, recently. It's always too similar to the year before. They scream, I laugh, they scold me, and repeat!" His hands move wildly as he speaks, and Logan finds himself drawn to the movement, although he's still unhappy with the way this night has seemingly turned out.

"I still do have my costume though," Remus adds, as he picks his teeth with his sharp nails. "Although, it'd probably look better on you anyway." He turns to grin at Logan, and Logan just rolls his eyes in response.

"The clothes you're wearing now are pretty hot too though," Remus continues, and Logan's half tempted to go back upstairs and spend the rest of Halloween alone in his room. Remus opens his arms wide though, and beckons Logan closer, and although Logan would probably rather skip out on whatever Remus was planning to do, he was admittedly curious.

So, with a sigh, he walks over to Remus, and Remus is quick to pull Logan into his lap. Although he's still sitting down, Logan straddles his lap, and Remus's hands quickly rub over Logan's bare legs and upper thighs, his face contorting into a slight frown as he reaches the shorts.

Although they're short, and although they're tight, they still cover too much of Logan for Remus's taste.

"At least the costume I have would show off more of your body," Remus quips, before grinning back up at Logan's unamused face.

He doesn't seem fazed at all by Remus's touching and his words, but eventually he says "what costume is it?"

"Little red riding hood," Remus sings, finally moving to sit himself up, and keeping Logan in his lap all the while. "I was planning to create a back of horrid looking werewolves to scare the others, but I decided against it." He leans a bit closer to Logan's face though, eyes shining in a way that easily tells Logan that Remus's mind is racing with ideas. "I could always still have some fun with that costume though, so long as you consent."

With another sigh, Logan reviews his options. he can say no and leave and never bring this up again, or he could accept Remus's offer and potentially be thrusted into an unpredictable time with Remus primarily in control.

And unfortunately, Logan was leaning towards that second option.

"Fine," Logan says, with a shrug. "I'll hear out your proposal. My final decision has yet to be made, though," Logan adds, not wanting Remus to think that this was an automatic "yes" to everything he had planned.

Remus seems content with that, though, as he smiles, and then nods, saying "yeah, okay! That's okay!" He scoops Logan up moments later, and then Logan's effortlessly tossed over his shoulder. One of Remus's hands land firmly against his ass, feeling and groping over the unfortunately clothed skin.

The tips of his fingers run over the shorts and over his bare ass, and Logan would be embarrassed to admit to anyone that he weirdly enjoys the feeling of Remus's fingers rubbing and squeezing at the fat.

Remus's fingers continue to pinch at Logan's ass and upper thighs until they reach Remus's room, where Logan's promptly thrown onto Remus's bed as Remus turns his attention to his closet.

He pulls out an outfit surprisingly dangling from a hanger, and Logan can get a good look at the little red riding hood costume.

Well, it sure is something.

Frilly white sleeves that puff around the shoulder and a cut open front with only ribbons that lace it up. With the way the ribbon is weaved, the cut out is still large enough to expose someone's nipples. A black, tight waistband wraps around the middle, and a short, puffy red skirt flares out from it. White frills line the bottom of the dress, and clipped onto the edge of the skirt is a pair of white thigh-highs with red bows at the top of them, and a pair of thin, white panties with red lace trim. Attached to the shoulders was a long red cape with a hood, although Remus eventually tugs it away and tosses it to the ground, deciding it was unneeded.

It was simple, but as Logan stares at it, he gulps.

He was taller than Remus by a few inches, so the already short skirt would be even shorter in contrast to his long legs, and since he had a heavier build, it'd no doubt be tighter against his body as well.

"So?" comes Remus's voice, although he doesn't really sound like he's asking Logan's opinion in order to know if they were going to continue. Instead, he sounded like he wanted to hear Logan stammer and struggle to get any of his feelings about the outfit out while still remaining perfectly composed all the while.

Logan clears his throat, glancing away from the dress in order to formulate his words carefully; he wanted to make sure that he didn't sound embarrassingly eager or too excited, although both were accurate for his current state.

"It's definitely something you'd wear," Logan says, tugging on the collar of his shirt. "There's still time to put it on yourself and go mess with the others."

"Sure there is," Remus replies, glancing over Logan's figure, as if trying to detect any uncomfortable aura radiating from him. Sensing it was more embarrassment than necessarily being uncomfortable, he continues "I'd rather play dress up with my cute little nerd instead." He grins wider, slightly wiggling the dress as if to entice Logan into wearing the thing, and Logan sighs.

"Okay, Remus. Hand it over."

"No!" Remus exclaims, as he pulls the dress closer to his body. "Let me dress you up. Please?" he whines, bottom lip jutting out in a pout, and Logan sighs again, before stating "fine."

If it pleases Remus, then he might as well, and it makes Remus's happily slap his hands against his thighs before moving towards the bed. He carelessly tosses the outfit to the side, and urges Logan to stay on the bed as Remus's hands slip under his shirt almost immediately. He's briefly feeling over the skin and pinching at Logan's nipples before he's pulling away and gripping at the edge of Logan's shirt instead.

He quickly pulls it up and over Logan's head, accidentally taking his glasses with it, but Logan doesn't reach for them so Remus carefully sets them on the nightstand, before going back to Logan. He stares briefly at the short shorts Logan was wearing before he pulls those down, managing to pull Logan's boxers and socks down too, leaving Logan completely nude and exposed sitting on the edge of the bed.

Although he presses his thighs together slightly, he seems otherwise unbothered by his nudity, and Remus seems pleased that Logan doesn't go through extreme legs to slap his hands over his genitalia or nipples. He'd rather see them on display anyway, and he has to shake his head to snap himself out of his own thoughts so he can instead scoot to the other side of the bed and grab the little red riding hood costume.

He peels away the thigh-highs and panties first, and with firm hands he guides Logan's legs throw the holes on the panties and then slides them up. Logan stands as the fabric goes up his thighs, allowing Remus easier access to pull the underwear up over his cock and ass, neither of which were very hidden by the thin material.

Secondly, Remus grabs the thigh highs, and he pushes Logan back onto the bed so he can grab each sock individually and slowly slide them up Logan's legs one by one, his own hands taking extra time to rub over them as if worshipping the limbs, before he backs away from the socks.

Lastly was the dress, which as Remus flipped over, Logan realized had a laced back. Remus pulled out the ribbon holding the back in place and it loosens the outfit enough that Logan should be able to put it on.

"Arms up, baby," Remus coos, and when Logan puts his arms up, Remus slides the dress over his head. Logan works his own arms through the arm holes, and then once again he's standing, although this time with his back to Remus so Remus can grip the silky ribbon and re-lace the back. He slowly feeds the ribbon through the holes in a crisscross motion, pulling on it every so often to tighten the dress against Logan's body.

The black waistband was hardly elastic and hugged his waist tightly, and Remus lacing up the back only served to compress his shirt tighter. He was left gasping by the time Remus finished, and then Remus claps his hands behind him.

"Oo! That skirt hardly covers anything!" Remus exclaims, clearly giddy by the fact Logan's ass was just barely hidden by the all-too-short skirt. Remus also was staring at his thighs, more specifically at the bulge just above the thigh-highs due to how tight the socks were compared to his thick thighs.

Logan attempts to smooth out the front of his skirt, before Remus's hands are on his waist ushering him to turn around.

Remus's eyes scan over his body fully, before he says "I might have to put some makeup on that pretty little face of yours eventually." His thumb slides over Logan's lip, and Remus leans upwards to press a few kisses to the underside of Logan's jaw. "Imagine pretty lipstick being smeared all over your lips and ruined by my cock fucking your throat and my come over your face. You'd look like such a pathetic mess."

He was exciting himself at the thought, but considering the fact Logan merely looked slightly curious and nothing more, Remus decided he'd bring it up some other day, provided Logan will be down to do something like this again.

After a bit of kissing at Logan's neck and his hands sliding under the skirt to pinch and grab at Logan's ass, he pushes Logan back on the bed, and Logan willingly lays down fully. Remus scrambles to get overtop of him, one of his hands pushing the skirt up while the other cups Logan's face, and finally Remus leans closer to press a kiss to Logan's lips.

Arms wrapping up to pull Remus closer, Logan tilts his head slightly so his lips move more fluidly against Remus's. He finally lets his stoic façade melt a bit, eyebrows creasing as Remus's hand slides over his crotch, rubbing at his cock through the panties. Instinctively, his legs spread wider apart, much to Remus's delight, as he bites at Logan's bottom lip before pulling away entirely.

"Can we have sex?" Remus asks, suddenly, looking rather hopeful as his hand continues rubbing over Logan's growing hard on. "Please, Logan? Can I fuck your tight hole?"

Logan props himself up on his elbows, as he replies with "is this why you stayed back this year? You know you could just proposition me whenever." It's a very true statement; Logan would be willing to have sex quite often, as long as he wasn't busy.

Remus just whines, though, as he states "but you're much louder when you know the other's aren't home," and Logan can't really argue against a statement he knows to be true, so he sighs, and instead answers Remus's previous question with "yes, I suppose we can have sex."

His answer prompts Remus to squeal, arms slapping lightly against Logan this time as he happily stims, before he reaches over Logan in order to fully pull out the drawer so he can more efficiently look for the lube, and he grabs it in a matter of moments.

"Do you need to be stretched?" Remus asks, shifting so he can impatiently pull off his own pants and boxers, before holding the lube tighter, waiting for Logan's response so he knows whether to get straight to putting it over his cock or if he needs to put it over his fingers first.

Logan shakes his head, and Remus seems quite giddy that they can jump right into it. He shouldn't be surprised by Logan's answer, and frankly he isn't, due to how much they have sex regularly, but sometimes Logan's into being stretched, and Remus does enjoy pushing him to an orgasm just with his fingers.

He quickly slathers lube over his cock, before he wipes the excess on his sheets, uncaring of the mess. He then grabs Logan's thighs and gives them a squeeze, letting go of one in order to move Logan's panties to the side. He didn't want to take them off, and he could always get another pair if and when they're ruined.

He slides his cock into Logan without any hesitance, letting out a lewd moan at the feeling of Logan clenching down on his cock. Logan's head turns to the side at the intrusion, biting his lip as his eyebrows raise and his hands reach above him to grab at the mattress. Remus can hardly help licking his lips at the sight, before he leans down to catch Logan's lips in yet another kiss, sloppily moving his mouth against Logan's and biting relentlessly at his lips.

His tongue slides effortlessly into Logan's mouth, and when he pulls away he immediately moves to kiss and nip at Logan's jaw. He stays still for a moment, before impatience catches the best of him, and he pulls out only to thrust harshly back in, earning a particularly loud moan from Logan.

"That's right, baby," Remus coos, as his mouth trails lower, teeth trailing over Logan's neck. "Let me hear your whorish moans." His thrusts start up slow as he lets his mouth work over Logan's neck, teeth puncturing Logan's skin and drawing blood. It's been too long since Logan's let him mark him like this, and he sucks a few hickeys over the bite marks before deciding to just suck normal hickeys over Logan's collarbone.

His thrusts speed up as he moves down to Logan's chest, tonguing and teasing Logan's nipples as his hand tightens around Logan's thigh. His sharp nails dig into the fat, and as he moves his head away from his body entirely, he gets to finally get a good look at Logan's face.

Eyes squeezed shut and drool leaking down his chin, Logan looks like an adorably pathetic mess.

Whines and moans are slipping past his lips, head thrown back in a moan as one of Remus's thrusts drive into his prostate, and Remus just grins wider. With a firm grip, he pulls Logan closer, before one of his hands slither up Logan's body in order to grasp at his throat.

He doesn't squeeze just yet, but he does raise an eyebrow, smirk present on his face on he says "I really need to get you a collar. Maybe a pretty blue one with a leash so I can drag you around like the bitch you are." He squeezes Logan's throat teasingly, thrusting harder into his ass, emitting a cry from Logan as his back arches. "Maybe even a shock collar, so I can zap you whenever I please and make you fall to your knees, shaking. Perhaps even a tag on it with my name to show who you belong to."

"Please," Logan gasps out, one of his hands coming to Remus's and squeezing over it, giving his consent to be choked, and it makes Remus grin.

"Whore," Remus spits, although he does in fact squeeze upon being given permission, and Logan's hand falls besides his body, fingers once again scrunching the sheets as he holds tight to them. He whines at Remus's words, before he lets out a choked off moan as Remus holds tighter.

The sensation of Remus repeatedly thrusting into his prostate mixed with one of his hands trailing and squeezing over his thighs and the other cutting off his blood flow and making him feel pleasurably light headed.

Whenever he needed to breath, he'd tap on Remus's hand and Remus would ease up on his pressure, allowing Logan to gulp in a needed breath before Remus goes back to pulling it from him.

"You look fucking stupid," Remus grits, his own eyes staying shut for a few brief moments as he fucks into Logan's hole. "Drooling like a slut and moaning like one too. I bet you'd even get off just on being dressed up like a fucking courtesan."

"Close," Logan gasps out, and Remus squeezes harder to cut off any words entirely.

"If you can still speak then apparently I'm not fucking you hard enough," Remus comments, although he does heed Logan's warning and moves the hand previously settled on his thigh to his cock, stroking him slowly despite his hard and fast thrusts.

Admittedly, he was close too, and he growls out "want me to come inside your tight hole? Stuff you full of my come, bitch?" His hand eases on Logan's throat, allowing Logan to answer, and the audible breath Logan sucks in makes Remus shiver with pleasure.

"Yes," Logan moans out, seconds later. "Please, yes. Come inside of me." He was pleaded for something entirely unhygienic, but it was Halloween. This was what he was considering to be his treat, and it's not like Remus's come would be inside him forever.

Remus grins wider at Logan's answer, purring out "good boy," as he strokes Logan's cock faster, as if rewarding him for giving Remus exactly what he wanted, and Logan arches into it, a quavering moan slipping from his lips, along with near incoherent babbles that are cut short by Remus's hand tightening yet again, much to Remus's delight.

His eyes roll back into his head as Remus comes inside of him with one final thrust, Remus squeezing his throat tight as he lets out a moan of his own as he releases, before riding out his orgasm with a few final thrusts.

He lets himself come to a stop, although he does continue stroking Logan's cock as he pants out "come on, Logan. Come for me, baby. Make a mess of your pretty dress like the pathetic slut you are."

And, well, Logan can't hold back after that, as he comes with a loud cry over Remus's hand and the bottom of the dress, and Remus coos as he basically makes a mess of himself. He's drooling, there's come over the dress and his thighs, and when Remus inevitably pulls out, come begins to leak out of his hole too.

"Messy, messy," Remus tuts, and Logan rolls his eyes in response, before he sucks in a deeper breath.

"Can we shower?" he asks, after a moment, and Remus immediately whines at the question. Logan is in a much worse state than he's in, but he prefers it that way, especially because Logan's so pretty when he looks like a whore. But, alas, he knows Logan values hygiene.

So, Remus pouts, and says "fine, we can shower. Consider that my treat to you, this Halloween. And I'll consider this round of sex your treat to me."

"How generous," Logan quips, as he reaches for Remus, and Remus carefully scoops him up and carries him to the bathroom. The others wouldn't be home until much later, which meant Remus could spend extra time in the shower with him, making sure all the come was pushed out of him and that his wounds were effectively cleaned up without leaving Logan to do it on his own.

He starts the water and then stands there holding Logan for a bit, enjoying their intimate time where they could be alone together without any disruption, and Remus could tell from the way Logan leaned into him and pressed fluttering kisses to Remus's shoulder that he enjoyed it too.

And in reality, Remus staying back from going trick-or-treating happened to be a genuine treat for the both of them; that being rough sex and affectionate aftercare, and both of them end up deciding that this was one of the best Halloweens yet.

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Logan opens his door, lacing a hand through his greasy hair. He'd spent the past three days cooped up in his room, working, only leaving when he had to grab some water or a snack.

The only reason he did so was because he couldn't work efficiently if he was malnourished. Their bodies are imaginary; logically, one would think they wouldn't have to indulge in typical human things, but sadly, Logan was forced to eat and drink in order to keep awake and (somewhat) healthy.

He heads downstairs, noticing the darkness outside. How late was it?

He passed a clock on the wall... around midnight. Huh. He heads into the kitchen, filling a cup up with water. He catches sight of a calendar on the wall, the red markings on it drawing his eye. He moves towards it, eyes squinting as he looks over it.

Red "X"'s were marked over the squares, leading up to the 25th, which was circled. "X-MAS" was written in the middle of it.

Oh shit... was it Christmas already?

Logan glanced at the clock again. It was past midnight, so technically it was.

He knew it was close to Christmas; it's hard to miss Patton screaming over Christmas cookies, Roman's persistence on decorating everything just right, Virgil worrying over everyone not getting a gift, and then worrying about him not getting a gift himself (and then worrying about whether or not that sounded selfish), and Janus trying to keep a destructive Remus in line by twisting Christmas tales that rivaled horror stories.

But he didn't expect it to be this close already.

Guess he missed a bunch of time by staying cooped up in his room for long amounts of time.

He finishes off his water, before heading upstairs. He heads into the bathroom and glances at himself in the mirror. He has eyebags that would rival Virgil's own eyeshadow and messy hair that looked wet from how greasy it was. He was also wearing the same clothes he'd been in for the past few days.

He sighs, before starting a shower. He takes a fast one, wanting to get back to work (or, at the very least, head to bed, considering Patton will probably wake him up early to come celebrate Christmas with them), so he only does the bare necessities.

He washes his hair and his body, before turning the water off and drying himself using a towel. He carries his glasses back to his room, opening the door and flicking on the light, before he's greeted with a blurry blob of colour in the middle of his floor. Logan quietly mutters "what the hell" under his breath, before he slips his glasses on. Oh. It's a box.

More specifically, it's a large gift. Wrapped in a pretty, navy blue that shined due to the reflection of the light, and a glossy black ribbon tied in a pretty bow at the top.

Logan rolls his eyes at it.

He ignores it for the time being, dropping his towel and quickly pulling some clothes on. Black pajama pants and a long sleeved, dark blue shirt. His room often got cold during the night, so he wore more clothes to keep himself warm.

He then turns back to the present. It's definitely bigger than most of the others under the tree...

Logan spots a tag attached to the bow, and he grabs it and reads it.

To: Logie Bear
From: Big Dicked Duke

Logan sighs. Great; a gift from Remus. That just provided more reason Logan definitely shouldn't open it. But, alas, curiosity got the better of him. So, he took hold of the black ribbon and carefully untied the box, before lifting the lid off.

He sighed when he saw what was inside.

Remus was, in fact, inside, and was looking up at him with a dumb smile. "Hiya Logie!" Remus greets him, sounding cheery as ever.

Logan doesn't respond, too busy scanning over Remus's nude body. Or, more accurately, semi-nude body. While he wasn't clothed, he had more of the silky black ribbon wrapped around his thin figure. It seemed to begin at his ankles, wrapped prettily around them before it went up to his thighs and knees. It was wrapped around both areas, securing his thighs to his knees and forcing his ankles to stay pressed to his butt. The ribbon moved up his body, tight around his waist before crossing over his chest in an "X" like manner, showing off his nipples. It came to an end around his neck, where the ribbon was tied neatly into a bow.

Upon looking further, Logan also saw that Remus's wrists were tired behind him by more length of the black ribbon, also secured tightly with a bow.

Remus was also hard and already leaking precum.

Logan sighs. "What's the point of this?" he questions, clearly unamused with what Remus has done. Remus just seems to smile wider at Logan's question, though.

"It's Christmas!" Remus exclaims. "I'm your gift!"

"Gifts are typically inanimate objects, with the exception of the cliche pet given to eager children sometimes," Logan counters. "You are neither an inanimate object or a pet, therefore this doesn't appear to be a customary gift."

"Jokes on you, I can be both your personal fucktoy and your sexual pet!" Remus argues.

Logan sighs again, grabbing the lid of the box and putting it back on. Remus whines, thrusting his chest forward against the side of the box and knocking it over, the lid flopping back off.

"Logan!" Remus whines, looking up at him best he can, with half of his face pressed against the floor. He's pouting, clearly upset that Logan indirectly denied his offer. "Come on! It'd be like a double Christmas gift, because I really want this too." Logan still looked unimpressed. Remus frowns, but continues "I even got Virgil to help tie me up, because I know how much you value control!"

Logan stares at him, not displaying anything for a solid minute, before he leans down and sets the box back the right way, thus setting Remus back onto his knees.

He doesn't stay that way for long though, as Logan leans down and picks him up by his waist, seemingly effortlessly carrying him back to the bed. He sits down on the edge of it, setting Remus on his lap, Remus's legs straddling either side of Logan's.

"Ooo, is this a yes?" Remus asks, clearly delighted by Logan's hands softly rubbing over his waist.

"Yeah," Logan answers, sounding defeated as he says it. Seems like even the nerd couldn't resist sexual temptations. And, boy, Remus was one determined temptress.

Logan's hands run up Remus's sides slightly, before running back and over Remus's ass. He squeezes Remus's cheeks, Remus grinning at the contact, before Logan's hands move back over his chest. They travel up his chest, teasingly brushing over his nipples, before he can't resist the temptation anymore and he leans in, connecting his and Remus's lips. Remus happily kisses back, leaning into the kiss as much as he could with his restraints.

How he wanted nothing more than to tangle his hands in Logan's neat hair, both to pull him closer and to mess him up a bit more.

But, alas, he could not. He wanted to fully tie himself up as to allow Logan complete and sole control over his body. Which was also a super fucking hot idea to him, as Logan could technically do anything.

Logan breaks the kiss, before his lips travel down and press kisses to the side of Remus's neck. He's hesitant in the kisses he's leaving, but his hands seem anything but, running over him and feeling him up endlessly. Squeezing his thighs and his ass, or messing with his nipples - providing him with constant stimulation to make up for what he was slower to do.

His kisses come to an abrupt end, however, as Logan suddenly bites down, puncturing Remus's skin with his teeth. Remus moans at the action, shifting on Logan's lap, attempting to grind his ass down on Logan's crotch. Logan's breath stutters, before his hands are back on Remus's waist and he moves their positions entirely.

He pins Remus beneath him, now leaning over him, and Remus looks momentarily uncomfortable (as his hands were now stuck behind him), but ends up just looking back at Remus, trusting Logan and waiting eagerly for whatever he wanted to do.

Although, he doesn't have to wait long, as Logan's quick to lean back down and place more bites along Remus's neck.

Remus seems to enjoy that, tilting his head to the side in order to allow Logan better access, which Logan immediately takes advantage of, biting and sucking at the skin that was shown.

Remus continues to moan and whine at each mark, before he laughs suddenly, following it up with "for someone who didn't initially want their gift, you seem to be enjoying it." His words are surprisingly light and teasing, and when Logan pulls back he can clearly see the dorky grin on Remus's face.

Logan looks unamused with his words, so he just presses a quick kiss, muttering "shut up, toys don't talk," afterwards. A shiver courses through Remus's body, as he bites tongue, eager to make sure Logan loves his gift.

And, well, he thinks that listening will get Logan to please him more, and Remus adores being pleasured.

That slight interruption does seem to cause Logan to shift focus, however, as his hands trail down Remus's body. They dip into his thighs momentarily, before Logan flips Remus over. Remus's knees and thighs spread immediately, and his ass is raised in the air while his chest is hovering just above Logan's all too clean sheets.

Half of his face is pressed into the bed as well, while the other half displays an eager smile.

Logan's hands slide down his back, before reaching his ass, where Remus hears Logan snort.

"A butt plug?" Logan muses, finally showing a hint of something other than boredom. "Really?" It was silver, and there was a sapphire jewel in the shape of a heart at the end.

"Were you expecting to be able to open all of me up?" Remus teases, before whining as Logan pulls it out.

He hums, scrunching his nose up at the sight of the plug before setting it to the side. "Well, to be fair, being able to open and unwrap everything is often customary with Christmas gifts, and gifts in general." He reaches around Remus and into the nightstand. "So you can't fault me for being at least a bit disappointed."

"I wanted to speed up the process."

"You always were impatient." Remus laughs lightly at Logan's all too true words. He had always been impatient; waiting was just so boring.

Seemed like he didn't have to wait much longer, though, as he heard Logan uncap the lube.

He smiled, shivering in anticipation. God, he couldn't wait for Logan to use him. Hopefully, he'd enjoy his gift as much as Remus would enjoy being said gift. He could only fantasize the things Logan could do to him while he was all tied up and vulnerable...

He was snapped out of these thoughts as he felt Logan penetrate him. He groans, back arching almost painfully. Anyone else in that position would be extremely uncomfortable, but that only seemed to add to Remus's pleasure.

"Oh... fuck, you don't waste time," Remus says, as Logan's cock quickly thrusts into him. He doesn't move quite yet, but Remus is already trying to roll his hips against it.

"Of course I don't," Logan says, with a scoff. "Why would I dawdle?"

"You're dawdling now," Remus counters, before snickering at the word 'dawdle.' It was weird, and very... Logan-like. "I don't need to adjust. Please, sir?" Remus says that in an innocently shrill sounding voice, that Logan both hates and adores. He does definitely dislike the fact Remus is using his sir kink against him.

Fucking bitch.

Logan rolls his eyes, before pulling out and sharply thrusting back into Remus.

Remus moans quietly, before whining out "faster!"

Logan scoffs, before his hands tangle in Remus's hair and he tugs Remus's head back. "Quit being so impatient. You're my toy; you don't get to tell me what to do." Just for that, Logan doesn't move. Instead, he leans over Remus and places light kisses over his neck and shoulder blades.

Remus whines again, upset that Logan was being so torturous, but he did want to be good.

This was about giving Logan a good Christmas gift, even if that meant he had to wait to be pleasured. Ah, the things he did for some nerd cock.

Logan takes the opportunity to leave a few marks down Remus's back, whether they be scratches or bites, before he pulls out and thrusts back in. Remus whimpers at the action, hoping that Logan won't stop again.

He's been painfully hard this whole time! He could at least hope Logan would hurry and get to pleasing him.

It seems like his wish is granted, though, as Logan starts thrusting into him. He's still going slower than Remus would have liked, but he's thankful Logan's moving, at least.

He's also thankful for Logan's hands feeling him up. He figures Logan just wants to explore the new territory, but his cold hands running over Remus's warm chest feels nice. Especially when they reach Remus's nipples and start teasingly pinching at them. Remus whines at the contact, trying to arch his chest further into Logan's hand without smashing them between Remus's chest and the mattress.

Logan's thrusts slowly start to speed up, and Remus moans as he rolls his hips back on Logan's cock.

"Fuck," he moans out, eyes fluttering closed as he bites his lip. "Your cock is so big, sir. Fuck, so big and so thick inside of me."

"My cock literally has not changed size since entering you."

"Shut up; it's huge." Drool is dripping from the corner of Remus's mouth, a happy smile on his face as Logan continues to thrust into him. "I love your cock, sir! I love it so much- fuck you feel so good."

Logan groans above him, and that just makes Remus smile wider. He likes hearing that Logan is enjoying himself as much as Remus is. Also, Logan is just very fucking hot.

"Remus," Logan moans out, rather quietly, as he buries his face in Remus's neck.

Remus wonders to himself how someone can be both so hot and so cute at the same time, and how he got lucky enough to have the cutest hot man fucking into him.

"Fuck, sir oh!" Remus suddenly lets out a high pitched moan, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as Logan suddenly nails his prostate. "Oh fuck! Sir- sir right there! Please- oh hell, please!" His back arches and his chest presses into the bed, Logan's hands stuck beneath his chest now. Logan doesn't seem to care much, though, as he grits his teeth and focuses on pounding Remus's prostate, drawing louder and louder moans from him.

"Sir, sir please I need to come-" Remus eventually babbles out. When met with no response, he whines. "Please, sir! I need to come so bad."

"Toys don't get to come," Logan finally growls out, one of his hands wiggling out from under Remus's chest. He wraps it around the base of Remus's cock, squeezing it tightly. "You're here for my pleasure only."

Remus whimpers, "Sir, please- I need-"

Logan tangles his other hand in Remus's hair, yanking his head back. "Did you not here what I said, slut?" Logan hisses into his ear, sounding rather unlike him. "Now shut up. Toys don't talk, either."

His hand in Remus's hair slid down to his neck, before he squeezed it tightly, Remus choking out a moan at his actions, his eyes rolling back into his head. Drool continued to drip out of his mouth, strangled moans and whines escaping his mouth, only spurring Logan to squeeze tighter around his throat.

Logan is breathing hard, and he mutters something incoherent before he comes into Remus with a gritted moan. Remus moans as he feels Logan's come spilling inside of him, before he stops moving. Logan's hand falls from Remus's throat, and Remus sucks in a large breath of much needed air, before he lets out a cry as the hand around his cock starts stroking him at a fast pace. Remus comes quickly over Logan's hands and the sheets, before he lets his face fall onto the pillows.

He's panting heavily, before he feels the ribbons come loose around him. Logan undoes the ribbon around his wrists first, before untying the ribbon over his body. Now fully unrestrained, Remus collapses onto the bed, before rolling himself onto his back.

He's grinning wide as he stares up at Logan. "Wow," he pants out, between fits of giggles. "That was fun. Did you enjoy your gift?"

"Very much so," Logan answers, leaning down to carefully pick Remus up. "But we need to shower. Come on."

Remus whines at the notion of showering, but let's Logan pick him up anyway, thinking of ot as Logan giving him better access to kiss other places, such as Logan's neck. Logan just hums as Remus presses kisses all over his neck, starting the shower. They'd shower and Remus would probably demand cuddles (and claim it was a must after sex, solely just so he could lay next to a (hopefully) naked Logan), before falling asleep and celebrating Christmas Day with the others.

Hopefully, they wouldn't question why Remus didn't get Logan a gift.

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Another cup of water was set in front of Logan, as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. A pile of water bottles laid empty in the trash, while the cup in front of him had been refilled over and over and over again.

And while he appreciated the idea of staying hydrated, he didn't exactly appreciate the growing weight in his bladder.

Of course, he and Patton had discussed this. The key to any happy and fun and safe relationship was communication and consent. But, he was slowly starting to regret his decision, as he took a sip of the water in front of them.

"Oh, Logan, you need to drink more than that!" Patton says, with a light laugh. Logan could only imagine what else he'd be saying if Virgil wasn't seated there with him as well. Patton was up, monitoring the oven as a cake he and Roman were making was inside.

The whereabouts of Roman were currently unknown, but this shot isn't about him.

Patton could watch the cake rise on it's own, though, and it gave him an excuse to shove more water Logan's way.

Patton turns to Virgil, as Logan grips the cup tighter, bringing it to his lips as he takes a larger drink, mostly to keep Patton from saying anything else. Although, it doesn't get him to stop talking.

"He hasn't been drinking much lately!" Patton says, with a tired huff. "He's hardly drank anything at all today!"

A blatant lie, considering Patton had been doing nothing but shoving more and more water into his face. Virgil glances towards him.

"Pat's right. You need to drink more, Lo," Virgil says, missing the smug grin Patton shoots towards afterwards, as he takes the now empty cup of water from Logan, and fills it up from the fridge, before sliding it back towards him. Logan holds back a whine, thighs pressed tightly together, as he grabs it, Patton smiling at the action. It's only noon, and Logan can hypothesize that Patton will keep this going until the late evening.

And that's what happens. Cups and bottles filled with water are constantly pushed his direction. Whenever there's someone else around, Patton just claims Logan needs to drink more, and then he's forced to drink all of what he's given.

He's constantly squirming, which doesn't do much to ease the ache in his bladder, and throughout the day a few whines slip past his lips, earning him glares from Patton or confused looks from the others (which Patton has to end up covering for him during, claiming that he's just not feeling well).

That stretch of the truth (described that way because Logan really wasn't feeling that well, as he felt as if he could burst at any moment) allows them an escape as the night dawned, and for that, Logan was thankful.

As thankful as he could be, as they rose up in Patton's room, one of Patton's hands gripping Logan's waist and the other hand quickly seizing Logan's chin and tilting his head up to look into Patton's eyes. Logan's never been so intimidated by the size difference between them, but Patton's big hands holding him in place send a shiver up his spine, as he shifts his weight from one leg to the other.

"Pat-" he begins but Patton hand on his waist moves from his hip, to his lower stomach, and he shuts himself up with a gasp. He's trembling where he stands, moving one of his hands to tightly grip Patton's wrists, more so to keep himself steady than it is to keep Patton's hand from applying anything other than light pressure.

And even that was hardly manageable, as Logan already felt his cock leaking in his pants. He bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut, as he squeezed his legs together, trying to prevent anymore urine from seeping out of his cock, but his pathetic attempts only caused Patton to chuckle.

"Oh, baby," he coos, voice sweet, but words low and cold. He squeezes tighter around Patton's wrist, a shake in his arms that prevented him from holding Patton's hands too tight. "Look at you," he says, leaning a bit closer to Logan. "so worked up from just a little water? Tsk, you could have drank more."

"I couldn't have- I can't," Logan argues, between whines. His voice is trembling; it's clear he's trying to keep himself composed.

And, well, Patton can't have that. He narrows his eyes, as he presses down on Logan's bladder, earning a whimper, as Logan's head hangs, before a faint hissing sound is heard. A wet patch forms on the front of Logan's jeans, as piss soaks through his pants and drips down his legs. He can't help the relieved moan that comes from his throat as he finally lets go.

"Pathetic," Patton hisses, to a mix of Logan's delight and embarrassment. His face is bright red, and he refuses to meet Patton's gaze. "I can't believe someone like you couldn't handle yourself. You just had to piss everywhere, huh? Do you even see the mess you've made?"

Logan, who's head had been turned towards the ground, did in fact see. His piss had pooled around him and seeped into the carpet.

He's lucky they were all imaginary, or else that'd be a much harder mess to clean up.

"Pat- Patton-" he starts, but Patton quickly silences him with a swift tug to his hair, yanking his head back. "Shush, you impatient brat," Patton growls in response, earning a whine from Logan, who couldn't help bucking his hips.

That just earned another scoff from Patton.

"Of course this turns you on," he says, although he's very much hard in his pants all the same. That, of course, assures Logan that Patton is enjoying this just as much as he is.

Although, he's not so much enjoying the liquid quickly cooling in his pants, and Patton realizes this, as he makes quick work of unzipping Logan's pants and tugging down his wet boxers in order to fish out his cock, before he does the same to himself.

He wraps an arm around Logan's back bringing them closer together, as he wraps a hand around his cock and Logan's wet cock, rutting his against Logan's, eliciting a moan from the smaller side.

"Patton," he whimpers, glasses sliding down his face as he balls his hands into Patton's shirt, thrusting into Patton's hand and against his cock, which then earns a groan from Patton in response.

Patton takes charge, a nice contrast compared to their daily lives, stroking his and Logan's cocks together, both of them moaning periodically at the actions. "You're such a whore," Patton growls out, pressing kisses to the side of Logan's face, drawing them closer as a result. "In front of the others you act all high and mighty; imagine how they'd react if you pissed yourself in front of them." Logan whines at the embarrassing thought. The idea of their horrified or second-hand embarrassed faces all staring at him as he pathetically wet himself.

"They'd probably see you as the bitch that you are," Patton adds, voice low and gravely, and Logan can't help throwing his head back in a moan, as his already sensitive cock is constantly stimulated, before he mutters out a warning and comes over Patton's hand and cock.

Despite him having already come, Patton doesn't slow his movements, causing Logan to whine, as he shifts his weight, but let Patton continue nonetheless. Patton scoffs. "Can't believe you came so fast. Does wetting yourself turn you on that much?" Logan whines, which causes Patton to growl. "Answer me."

"Yes," Logan whispers, not trusting his voice to go any louder than that, as Patton comes with a low moan of Logan's name.

They stand there for a minute, both of them panting. Logan's eyes are half lidded, before he shakes his head and backs up out of Patton's grip.

"Thank you," Logan says, as he works to wiggle himself out of his cold, wet jeans and boxers. He kicks them to the side, promising himself he'd wash them (and the carpet) and the earliest possible convenience.

Patton hums, wiping his dirty hand on his shirt, before he undresses and tosses it and his trousers to the ground. "For what?" he inquires, voice considerably softer. Logan's thankful for the sweetness, and for Patton's hands wrapping around him and leading him to his connected bathroom.

Logan leans into him, smiling. "For indulging me. I know some people see urolagnia as something weird, and I'm happy you didn't think so."

Patton smiles in return, starting a shower before he and Logan step in.

"Of course I wouldn't think it's weird! Everyone has different kinks and are aroused by different things," Patton responds, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "As long as it's consensual, and not overly harmful to yourself or other, then there's nothing wrong with it."

Logan sighs softly, and leans up to kiss Patton, which Patton happily returns, pulling Logan closer, before they finish washing up and head back to Logan's room to cuddle.

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"Shh, baby, let me take care of you," Patton coos, an arm steady around Virgil's waist, while the other was cupping his face. Their lips kept connecting and reconnecting, while Virgil's hands tugged at Patton's shirt and cardigan, meekly trying to pull it off.

Virgil whines in response, before his lips were captured yet again by Patton's own. They both stumbled to Patton's bed, hitting his comfy sheets moments later, with Virgil pinned beneath Patton.

Patton was practically laying on top of Virgil, semi-crushing him, although Virgil was fond of the pressure.

Virgil's lips parted without hesitation, allowing Patton's tongue to slip into his mouth, deepening the kiss. All while Patton's hands slipped up Virgil's shirt, running over his pudgy body before tweaking his nipples, eliciting a moan from the anxious side.

Breaking the kiss, Virgil tugs at Patton's shirt again, earning a soft laugh.

"Okay, okay," Patton says, pressing a kiss to Virgil's cheek. He sits up, untying his cardigan before peeling away his shirt. He knows the next thing Virgil would pull at would be his pants, so he decides to strip himself of his pants and his boxers as well.

Virgil props himself up on his elbows in order to watch with attentive eyes as Patton strips, biting his lip and flushing when Patton kicks off his boxers.

The moral side then moves to rid Virgil of his own clothes, starting at helping him shrug his hoodie off, before he grabs the edge of Virgil's shirt. Before he can pull it off of him, however, Virgil grabs his wrists.

"I want to keep my shirt on," Virgil says, eyes shifting away from Patton. "If that's okay."

"Of course it is, love," Patton responds, softly, leaning down to kiss Virgil yet again. "Touching you chest is still okay though, right?"

"Mhmm."

"What's your colour?"

"Green, don't worry Pat," Virgil says, hand lacing through Patton's hair and gently leading him back to a kiss. Patton smiles, happily kissing a very flushed Virgil, before he pulls away and goes back to undressing Virgil.

He tugs down Virgil's pants and boxers in one go, before discarding those as well, and reaching instead to their nightstand. Inside the drawer is a practically full bottle of lube.

Virgil and Patton didn't have sex often. They didn't need to; their comforting holds and soft exchanges were always enough to satisfy the both of them.

Of course, times like this were still fun, and they supposed they could indulge every once in a while.

Patton's quick to squirt some lube onto his fingers after Virgil's undressed, knowing that if he takes too long Virgil with opt out due to anxiety. It was better to go quick, as to not worry him, and to not give in to his urge to just wrap Virgil up in cuddles and kiss him.

He circles his finger at Virgil's entrance, before pushing it into him, Virgil hissing at the cold temperature. Patton soothingly rubs his thigh with his other hand. "Shh, I've got you baby. Gonna make you feel so good. I promise."

Virgil whines at that, and tries to roll his hips down on Patton's finger, prompting him to add a second one and scissor him open.

"Pat-" Virgil whimpers out, and Patton just can't resist leaning down to kiss him, a rather sweet contrast to the way his fingers were pumping in and out of Virgil.

After a bit more stretching, Patton pulls his fingers out, much to Virgil's dismay. He whines at the loss of contact, earning a smile from Patton. "Patience, Virge." He kisses Virgil's hip, before taking hold of the lube again, this time slathering the lube over his own cock. He wipes the access lube on the sheets to the side, before grabbing Virgil's thighs and lifting them up, lining his cock up with Virgil's entrance.

He pushes in slowly, earning a low moan from Virgil.

"Baby- baby you're so tight," Patton groans out, before pressing a kiss to Virgil's neck. "You gotta relax; I don't want to hurt you. Be a good boy and take a few deep breaths for me, okay baby?"

Virgil nods, sucking in a large breath, before breathing out slowly. His arms are wrapped around Patton's neck, pulling him close.

After a few moments, Virgil rolls his hips down on Patton's cock, letting out a shaky breath as he says "move."

Patton nods, kissing his jaw, before he pulls out, before slowly thrusting back in. Virgil's hands are still gripping Patton's shoulders as he repeats the action, before pitifully whining out "faster, please."

Patton can't deny his baby such a request, and his hands firmly grab Virgil's waist as he pulls out, before sharply thrusting back in, eliciting a moan from the anxious trait.

And Patton takes a moment to admire him. He knows not to stare for too long, but it's rare he gets to see Virgil this vulnerable; his face is flushed and his eyes are half-lidded, staring at Patton with a mixture of love and lust. Drool is pooling at the corner of his mouth, already so aroused from just a few thrusts.

Made sense; they were both sensitive, especially when it came to sex.

Patton's thrusts slowly speed up, Virgil's eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. "Pat- oh fuck!" Virgil suddenly gasps, back arching as his nails dig into Patton's shoulders, cutting small marks into his skin. "Right there! Please, please don't stop!"

Patton does as Virgil requests and continues aiming for that spot, thrusting harder into it, and causing Virgil to cry out his name.

"God, you're so beautiful," Patton grunts out. His hands slide from Virgil's hips to his thighs, lifting them (and, in turn, his hips) off the bed in order to pound deeper into Virgil, causing Virgil's back to arch as his toes curl, letting out a high moan.

Tears prick the corner of his eyes, as he gasped out a "fuck." Warmth pools in his stomach, his hands, that had slipped from Patton's shoulders, are raised above his head, sweat rolling down his forehead. Moans and whines constantly spilled from his mouth, before he cries out "close! Please, don't stop!"

Patton holds tighter to Virgil, leaning down so he can press their lips together. He holds the kiss for a few, brief moments, before pulling back just slightly to murmur "come for me, baby."

Virgil does so, back arching almost painfully as he comes across his chest with a high cry of Patton's name, clenching down on Patton's cock, before he lays lax against the bed.

Patton groans at the tightness around his cock, before he's also coming, a low curse spilling from his mouth. If Virgil was less occupied with being filled, he would comment on Patton's hypocrisy.

They stay that way for a moment, both of them panting. Virgil's eyes are closed and his head is turned to the side, and Patton's eyes are unfocused on anything in particular, just focusing on his breathing.

After a few minutes, Patton pulls out, before gently resting himself on top of Virgil, who's arms immediately wrap around Patton.

Patton smiles, and presses a kiss to Virgil's cheek.

"I love you," he says, burying his face in Virgil's neck. Virgil grunts in affirmation, clearly returning the sentiment, but not having the energy to verbally return it. He didn't need to, though, as the way he was holding Patton spoke loud enough.

They decided they'd clean up tomorrow, wanting to instead fall asleep contently holding each other.

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You'd think he'd be smarter to do something like this. Unfortunately, Roman wasn't smart at all. He had thought he'd been able to cover everything.

He had gagged himself, not wanting to alert the others, and he had learned to tie himself up by watching videos on the internet. He could quickly bind himself, and he could get himself out of the silky ribbon restraints too.

Which made this fun and safe. The illusion of not being able to escape, with the actual assurance he'd be able to untie himself in the end.

He had a thick, vibrating dildo pushed into his ass, and clutched the remote tightly in his bound hands. His grip on it was tight, but he had almost dropped it once or twice.

Everything was planned. Nothing could go wrong!

That's what he thought, at least, until it all went wrong.

It started with a knock on his door, and Janus's recognizable voice calling "Roman?"

Roman didn't- couldn't, answer, so he just tried to stifle his noises entirely and hope Janus went away. Unfortunately, Janus just knocked again, causing Roman to let out a small whimper.

Well, at least he locked the door.

...or at least, he thought it did.

That proved to be untrue, however, as the doorknob twisted effortlessly, and his door was swung open.

"Roman?" Janus asks again, before he actually takes the time to stare at the sight in front of him.

Roman just stares back, red in the face, the vibrator in his ass still vibrating right against his prostate.

"Oh."

Roman narrows his eyes at that, and would ask him why the fuck he hasn't left yet if his mouth wasn't currently gagged.

Janus stares at him for a moment more (Roman can't even blame him because he knows he's hot), before snickering slightly.

"Wow," he says, and it sounds almost condescending. "Who know you would enjoy something like this." He kicks the door shut behind him, before he stalks up to Roman and undoes the gag around his mouth.

"I half expected you to compare me to my brother again," Roman hisses, through gritted teeth, earning a sharp laugh from Janus.

"Oh, Roman, I would never," Janus coos, clearly being sarcastic, as was the way with him, before one of his hands rest itself on Roman's chest. "Honestly, there's a lot of things I would never do, this included. Who knew you liked tying yourself up? You look like a toy, just waiting to be used."

Roman whines, before biting his lip, his face turning red in embarrassment.

"I hate you," he mutters, with a huff.

"I know."

Janus smiles at Roman's eye roll, before crawling onto the bed and between Roman's legs.

"May I?" he asks, looking at Roman who just narrows his eyes.

Did Janus just walk in here to Roman masturbating, decide to stay, and then have the audacity to ask if he could touch? Yeah, pretty much.

"Sure," Roman says after a moment, before groaning as Janus doesn't hesitate to grab the base of the vibe in Roman's ass and pull it out partially, before harshly thrusting it back in, causing Roman to moan loudly at the action.

"Tsk, maybe we should put the gag back on," Janus comments.

"You shouldn't have taken it off. That was a dumb move in the first place."

"How else was I supposed to ask for your consent?"

Roman huffs; Janus had a point. Not like he'd admit that.

Janus grins, knowing he's won their short quarrel, before he goes back to messing with the vibe, thrusting it lazily in and out of Roman, before he hums in disapproval.

He looks around for a scarce minute, before spotting the vibrator's remote in Roman's hands. He smiles, and wastes no time leaning over Roman in order to take it from him. His clothed cock rubs against Roman's leaking cock in the process, causing Roman to groan and try and grind up against it some more.

Janus lets him, fully twisting the remote out of Roman's hands, before he leans down and kisses him. Roman parts his lips for Janus immediately, Janus not wasting any time before sliding his forked tongue into Roman's mouth.

He has an eye cracked open in order to work the remote, and after a moment, he turns the knob all the way up, causing Roman's to break the kiss with a cry of Janus's name, back arching at the pleasure surging through his body.

"Fuck, Janus, fuck!" Roman moans, grinding his hips up against Janus's, who grinds back down with more force.

"Admit it," Janus hisses, grinding down hard on Roman's red cock. "You just wanted someone to walk in on you. Why else would you be on display here like a fucking toy?"

"Janus-"

"You're so hot, Ro. So beautifully pathetic."

"Janus," Roman cries out, as he suddenly comes across his chest and Janus's shirt. Janus grins, and continues grinding against Roman's leg, eliciting a whine of overstimulation from the prince, before Janus comes in his pants with a low groan.

"At least I didn't come in my pants," comes Roman's bitter reply to Janus's earlier teasing, earning a huff of laughter from Janus.

"Wow, what a come-back, Roman," Janus jokes, as Roman gets himself out of the ribbon tied around his wrists and pulls Janus in for a quick kiss.

Don't get either of them wrong; they were still on rocky terms, but at least they could forget about their past arguments and focus on now.

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"I have an idea," Roman says, flopping onto Logan's bed. Logan hums, not looking away from his laptop.

"You always have some new idea," Logan responds. Although, he briefly stops typing, no doubt curious about Roman's idea. Even if they were often reckless and/or blatantly idiotic, he'd still listen, just to be nice.

Roman would have spoken anyway, regardless of if Logan looked to be interested or not, and he doesn't hesitate to bluntly say "I want to have sex!"

Logan pauses, before rolling his eyes. "That is quite the idea, and quite a blunt statement coming from you, but I must remind you that that's not necessarily a new idea. It's hardly an idea at all. You've simply made a statement with an underlying suggestion prompting me to either support or refute what you said."

Romans stares at him, blankly, before saying "so... is that a yes? Are you going to indulge me, my sweet nerd?"

Logan sighs. "Just regular sex."

"Well..."

That "well" ended up leading to Roman and Logan bickering back and forth for a moment with their ideas, before Roman ended up pinned beneath Logan, which was honestly usual for the two of them. Logan wasted no time pressing kisses and bites over Roman's neck, Roman squirming and moaning beneath him.

"Wait, Lo," he breathes out, red in the face. "Can I go grab the ropes?"

"You want to be tied up?"

"Something like that." Logan hums in consideration, before backing off Roman slightly, allowing him ample room to scoot of the bed and head over to Logan's closet. Shoving past the neat clothes all hung up and the boxes of supplies on the floor, Roman found a navy blue box, that had a constellation pattern over the lid.

Such a pretty box that held such naughty contents.

Roman doesn't hesitate pulling it open. He remembers that the first time Logan pulled this box out, Roman found himself flushed and embarrassed that Logan was so casual about being so kinky.

And now, here he was, digging through the box without a second thought. Character growth.

Roman pulls out a length of thin, red rope, that he had specifically summoned one day to be used on him. Logan had kept it because of how much Roman liked it.

He turns and heads back to the bed, where Logan had busied himself with ridding himself with his clothes. He wasn't one to dawdle.

Roman was pleased (who wouldn't be, when presented with Logan's fit body), as he crawled back onto the bed. He and Logan engaged in a kiss, Logan pulling Roman closer by his hips. Roman lets him, for a moment, before he ends up just leaning forward and pushing Logan onto his back as a result.

Logan can hardly muster a confused noise before Roman grabs his hands and pins them above his head, quickly making use of the rope and tying Logan's hands to the headboard. His strength makes holding Logan down as he squirms easier.

"What are you doing?" Logan asks, tugging on the tight ropes binding his wrists.

"We're gonna have sex," Roman responds, with a hum, shuffling out of his own clothes.

"When you initially mentioned that, I'll admit this isn't what I had in mind."

"This was my initial idea." Roman sticks his tongue out at Logan, before he quickly pulls his shirt over his head, leaving him completely naked (as he'd wiggled out of his pants first). "But if I explained it to you you would have shut it down."

Logan frowns, glasses partially slipped down his face. Roman grins at that and removes Logan's glasses completely. "I'm still tempted to shut it down."

"Mmm. Colour?"

"Green."

"Excellent!" Upon hearing that Logan was okay with this (albeit bitter), Roman grabs the lube from the night stand and pouring some onto his fingers. He then makes a show of shoving them into his ass, quickly stretching himself out solely to be a tease. Logan growls, tugging again at the binds around his wrists.

Roman didn't need to stretch himself; his ass spread easily around his fingers. His surprisingly high libido made it so that usually when he wanted to fuck, they didn't have to waste time with prep.

"Roman, we both know this is hardly necessary," Logan grits out, earning a grin from Roman, that quickly falls from his face as the result of a whine.

After a few more moments, his fingers slip out, and he makes quick work of spreading lube over Logan's cock in response. He then moves to straddle Logan's hips, holding Logan's cock in place. He teases it against his hole, Logan frowning and rolling his eyes before harshly thrusting his hips upwards, and into Roman's ass.

Roman's back arches as he lets out a beautiful moan, before he curses under his breath.

Logan's face is flushed, as Roman's ass was against Logan's hips, impaled on his cock.

Logan tugs on the restraints again, just wanting to pull himself free and grab Roman's hips - flip their positions and fuck Roman hard and fast. Alas, he couldn't. Stupid rope.

Taking a minute to enjoy the momentary fullness, Roman stays still, only subtly grinding his hips in an attempt to gain friction. "Fuck, Lo," he mutters, before he raises his hips, and gently lowers them, drawing a soft moan from him, and a grunt from Logan.

"Can't you go any faster?" Logan hisses, earning a snort from Roman.

"I mean, I can," Roman answers. "But you should feel honored I'm even riding your cock." Roman did have a point. While he wasn't a proud whore, in the sense his brother was, Roman did tend to sleep around.

Whether it be out of boredom, or due to the fact that at least he's wanted during sex, he slept around quite often.

Although, admittedly, Logan was his favourite. Probably because of his willingness to try out new things, and because of the surprisingly soft aftercare he provided afterwards.

Roman raises his hips once again, before lowering himself once again. One of his hands is holding tight to Logan's shoulder, providing himself with stability, while the other was against Logan's chest, teasingly pinching at one of his nipples.

He's grinning at Logan's adorably frustrated face, pissed at Roman's slow pace but unable to do anything but lay back and take it.

"Logan," Roman moans, over-exaggerated and purposely whorish, watching as Logan's face flushes but bitterly contorts even more.

"Fucking bitch," Logan mutters, which earns a breathy laugh from Roman.

"Keep talking like that and I'll leave you tied up and have someone else take care of me. Maybe someone will even come in and have their way with you." Logan lets out a shaky whine, and Roman smirks. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? You'd enjoy being used; powerless to keep someone from ruining you."

His few teasing bounces turn to more routine riding, as he slides up off Logan's cock, before slamming back down. His face is bright red, more so from the fact this actually gave him a bit of a workout. He gets cock and he gets exercise. Perks.

"Roman," Logan moans out, only for Roman to lean down and capture his lips; the two of them engaging in a messy kiss while he moves fast on Logan's cock. Logan's hips continue to thrust upwards, matching the rhythm in which Roman lowered himself down, before eventually Roman's back arches with a whine.

"Logan!" Roman cries out, his legs shaking as he works to bounce faster, nailing his prostate every time he sinks down.

"Roman- Roman," Logan chants, hands balled into fists as the rope cuts into his wrists. "I'm close!"

"Me too, mi amor," Roman responds with a moan. "Come in me, Logan. Please - want you to fill me up."

Logan obliges, coming with a moan into Roman's ass with a high moan that's sheer music to Roman's ears, and Roman sinks fully down on Logan's cock with a shaky moan, his hand coming to his own cock in order to quickly work himself to completion, coming over Logan's chest with a whine of Logan's name.

He stays impaled on Logan's cock for a moment, before shakily lifting himself up and off of it, falling on his back dramatically next to Logan afterwards.

"That was fun," Roman says, happily, earning an affirmative hum from Logan.

"I concur, but I'd be appreciative if you untied me so I could clean us both up," he then adds, turning his head to squint at Roman, who's smiling softly at him in response.

"Okay," Roman says after a moment, before leaning over lazily to undo the rope around Logan's wrists. "There, now take of me."

Logan rolls his eyes up as he sits up and grabs his glasses. "Whatever you say, your highness," he replies, bitterly, as he doesn't hesitate to scoop Roman into his arms and carry him to the bathroom in order to start a bath for the two of them.

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They'd talked about this multiple times. Quiet words exchanged asking how they'd do it.

Patton was too soft. He never wanted to willing hurt Virgil, to the point where he was hesitant to even bite him sometimes. And Virgil was worried about the pain and being tied up in general. He didn't like feeling helpless.

But, both of them wanted this. They wanted to at least try it out. So Patton offered himself up, and assured Virgil multiple times that he wanted it.

So here he was, tied up lightly with bright blue ribbon - his wrists bound to the bed posts, and his ankles very much the same, lying naked and spread eagle in front of Virgil.

To top it all off, he had a ball gag in his mouth, muffling his words and making him look extra pathetic. Virgil had adjusted it quite a few times and had constantly asked to make sure it wasn't too tight.

He'd also made sure Patton could snap his fingers multiple times. He needed to make sure Patton could signify he wasn't feeling good if that issue ever arose.

And after assuring (and muffled) noises from Patton, Virgil brings out a box of toys.

Floggers and whips. There were a couple knives tucked near the bottom, but Virgil's eyes narrowed at the sight of them. Maybe eventually they could work their way up to that, but Virgil was hesitant to use some of the lighter things as is.

"Still okay?" Virgil asks, and Patton lets out an affirmative noise through the gag. Virgil nods, as he pulls out a flogger.

'It'll be okay,' Virgil assures himself. They'd talked about this; he knew Patton wanted this.

He swallows the spit in his mouth, before raising the flogger, and then suddenly bringing down against Patton's inner thigh. Patton lets out a mix between a yelp and a moan at the action, body jolting as he tugs on his restraints.

The marks are bright red, and Virgil hates to admit that he wants to hit him harder and see if he could possibly draw blood.

Virgil kisses the marks he made afterwards before hitting Patton with the flogger again, in the same place, earning a similar, but louder reaction. Feeling a bit more confident, Virgil doesn't hesitate before hitting him again, and then glancing towards Patton's cock, which was surprisingly hard.

Patton was enjoying this, and Virgil admittedly was too.

The flogger comes down again, this time a lot harder, and Patton's toes curl at the contact. He's letting out muffled pleas behind his gag, and Virgil finds him unfairly irresistible at the moment.

A couple more hits and Patton was crying. Virgil would be more worried about the sight if he didn't find it so hot; Patton's pathetic cries and the small beads of blood that'd trickle down his thighs at each hard hit.

Virgil makes sure to give both of Patton's thighs similar treatment, occasionally moving inwards with his hits, and continuing to neglect the moral side's now leaking cock.

After this thighs were completely red and marked, Virgil runs the flogger up his body, giving Patton's chubby stomach a few hits for good measure, before he couldn't take it anymore.

He tosses the flogger to the side, before pulling down his pants and boxers rather abruptly. Patton moans when Virgil grabs his cock, and Virgil curses under his breath. Patton's just way to cute.

Virgil releases Patton's cock after a moment, scooting just a bit closer to the moral trait, before he grabs both their dicks, stroking them in tandem with each other, earning a muffled moan from Patton, and a shy moan from Virgil.

"Fuck, Pat," Virgil groans out, before biting his bottom lip. He wants so desperately to look at Patton's face, but even thinking about how pathetic Patton must look just flusters him.

Eventually, he convinces himself to sneak a glance, and is pleased to see drool running down Patton's face, and his eyes are squeezed shut in pleasure. The burning of his thighs and stomach were enough to make him cry, and the tears Virgil saw only serves to make Virgil stroke them both faster.

It was unfair how cute he was, even while drooling and crying, and as Virgil glances at the red marks he'd left behind on Patton's thighs, he moans, and comes over his hand and Patton's cock.

He was sure that if their positions were switched, Patton would praise him, but Virgil turns the tables a bit as he utters out "Pat, you look so cute. You've-" he cuts himself off to whine in overstimulation as he continues to grind their cocks together. "You've been so good for me. So loud and eager and excited. I love you so much, Pat."

Patton lets out a muffled cry, presumably returning Virgil's profession of affection with one of his own, before he comes as well.

Virgil's hand stops after that, pulling away and working to quickly untie Patton and remove the gag, before hopping off the bed and rushing to grab ointment.

He spends the next half our rubbing over the wounds with cream that would soothe it, while Patton pressed kisses to his face and shoulders, praising him for being so confident and doing so well for him.

And, well, they both agreed they'd have to do this again some time.

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They both knew there was no real harm in this. It's not like figments of someone's imagination could just plainly die. However, Patton still had his concerns.

It's not that he didn't trust Remus, per se, it's just that his boyfriend expressing his thoughts bluntly in relation to what they'd talked about doing was admittedly... concerning.

He wanted Patton to shrink down - around the size of Remus's palm, and Remus rambled on and on about all the different things he could do to Patton at that size.

"I could bite you in half and taste your blood," he says, holding Patton in his palm, his thumb rubbing soothingly over Patton's chest and stomach. The action was soft compared to his words. "Or I could simply close my palm and crush you like you're a little bug! You'll pop and your bones will all crush like little toothpicks-"

"Remus!" Patton exclaims, shifting uncomfortably in Remus's hand. "I understand that you can't help thinking these thoughts, but they're making me feel... unsafe."

Remus's eyes widen, and he frowns almost immediately. "I'm sorry, Patty!" he says, moving his thumb away. "I wouldn't ever actually do those things." He pauses for a moment, before adding "well... maybe not to you."

He doesn't explain who he would actually do that to instead, thankfully, but Patton still seems a tad scared. So, Remus sighs, moving a finger to Patton's head and rubbing it lightly.

"If you don't want to do this, you can still back out," he says, sounding slightly disappointing, but overall understanding. He doesn't want to force Patton into a situation where he's uncomfortable or isn't enjoying what's happening. He may not be a good person, but that didn't mean he had to purposely be a bad one.

Patton shifts slightly in his hand. "No, no, I want to do this. You'll stop if I safeword though, right?"

Remus nods. "Of course."

Then Patton sighs, and smiles up at him. "Okay. Let's do this."

They'd talked about this a bunch before. Well, mostly Remus talked and Patton listened, flustered as ever, but he had expressed he'd be willing to try it out, and now here he was, excited and slightly nervous while sitting in Remus's palm.

Remus moves him closer, and Patton feels his stomach drop in excitement. Remus's thumb slides up his shirt, tugging the fabric up, while Remus's hot breath fanned across his skin. He brings the tiny man even closer, and then Remus's wet lips are pressing against Patton's face, enveloping the moral trait in a layer of spit.

Despite that, Patton eagerly kisses back, really only managing to kiss a small part of Remus's bottom lip. The action is practically unnoticeable to Remus, but it's the thought that counts.

Two soft taps to his lips has Remus pulling away from a now slimy Patton, shirt soaked and still bunched up. Remus runs his thumb over Patton's torso, smearing the saliva over Patton's stomach and nipple, before grinning.

"Can I take these off?" Remus asks, and Patton nods, which results in Remus easily cutting Patton's shirt off his body with his jagged nails. Patton's glasses are skewed, so Remus decides to pluck those off his face and toss them carelessly onto his nightstand, deciding they'd just get soaked and dirtied if left on.

He actually pulls Patton's pants off next, dragging his boxers and socks off with it, leaving Patton nude and chilly in Remus's hand.

Patton attempts to cover himself up, but his hands are quickly pulled up and pinned above Patton's head by Remus's thumb. He gasps as Remus's mouth is back against his face, and then the man's tongue is lapping over his body, teasing Patton's small nipples with his tongue. Remus drinks in Patton's soft gasps and moans, and the way Patton's body jerks in his hands whenever his tongue meets his skin.

"Remus!" Patton gasps out, as Remus's tongue trails lower and runs over his small cock. He unashamedly bucks up against the wet muscle, which prompts Remus to pull his tongue away entirely, much to Patton's dismay.

"God, you look so pathetic like this," Remus states, licking his lips. He had a predatory glint in his eyes, and the urge to swallow Patton whole was prominent.

But, he still wanted to toy with his plaything, so he supposed he'd have to keep Patton alive for a bit longer (not that he could die, but whatever).

"Can I suck on your small cock, Patty? I know you'd like that; you'd like me pleasing you while you're helpless to do anything but lay there and take it, huh?" He presses his thumb down harder against Patton's arms, them aching at the pressure, but he's excited as he feels Remus's breath fan over his lower half again.

Remus licks at his feet, before he pulls the limbs into his mouth, and eventually he takes in Patton's entire lower half.

His teeth are closed around Patton's midsection, while his tongue continuously drags over Patton's cock over and over again. Patton's head is laid back against Remus's palm, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. He's letting out a string of moans and incoherent babbling; the friction and stimulation currently assaulting his cock almost overwhelming.

In a pathetically short amount of time, Patton is coming, the small puddle of liquid splashing against Remus's tongue. Remus continues to give him a few more licks, until Patton's squirming best he can due to overstimulation.

So, with a huff through his no, Remus opens his mouth and pulls Patton out, leaving him dangling in front of Remus, the intrusive side's spit dripping off of him. Remus's thumb against his arms is all that's holding him up, and as he glances down he can blurrily see Remus working to undo his pants and tug them down as quickly as he possibly can.

He pulls out his already hard cock moments later, and doesn't hesitate to bring Patton down near it. It stood about an inch taller than him, although he hardly had a moment to gawk at it before he was pressed up against it, a gasp leaving him.

"This okay, Patty-cake?" Remus asks, impatiently waiting for the okay so he can start, but valuing Patton's comfort nonetheless.

In response to the question, Patton wraps his limbs best he can around Remus's cock, shyly letting his tongue drag over a small portion of it, and Remus grins at the answer.

The palm trapping Patton against the heat starts quickly moving him up and down, dragging him to the tip of Remus's cock and then bringing him back against the base. Remus's groans and shamelessly loud moans fill Patton with a weird sense of pride, and excite him all over again. His tongue drags up and down with Remus's movements, almost tasting the musk that's near choking him, and licking up the precum dripping down best he could.

The next time Patton's brought up to the top, Remus's index finger holds Patton's head against the slit, his free hand rapidly working the rest of his shaft and eventually driving himself to climax.

With a loud moan, he comes, spraying into Patton's face and drenching his small body. Patton swallows what he could, but chokes on the excess amount, wriggling slightly before Remus pulls him away, and rather carelessly tosses him onto the nightstand.

He pushes himself onto his hands and knees, coughing up some of the come, as he hears Remus get up and head to a room off to the side.

The moral trait attempts to wipe some of Remus's semen off his face, but the action is to no avail. Luckily, Remus comes back moments later with a wet washcloth, and rather carefully wipes down Patton's body.

Then, Patton's set on the floor, and with a couple willful thoughts, he's back to his normal size.

"Come on Patty!" Remus exclaims, stripping himself down completely. "I think we deserve a nap!" He helps Patton up off the floor, Patton leaning tiredly into Remus's arms, which earns a few wet kisses to his head as he's lead over to the bed.

He's sure Remus will have some new, exciting, sexual plan for the two of them when he wakes up, but for now he relishes in the comfort of being in his boyfriends arms, and enjoying the surprisingly soft praise that slips almost mindlessly from Remus's mouth. And in a matter of minutes, he's fast asleep, feeling safe and satisfied.

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Remus immediately jumps at the sharp knock on his door. No one ever came to visit him anymore, and now that someone was here, he was ecstatic.

He momentarily wonders who it could be. Most of the others would be busy on Valentine's Day. Patton and Roman would busy themselves making sweet baked goods and treats for the others, Logan would be organizing a few fun activities, and Virgil would be overseeing it all to make sure none of those idiots died.

Which left the one and only Janus. A traitor.

Admittedly, though, Remus finds himself thrilled at the prospect of getting to see him again.

He throws open his door, and is greeted with none other than Janus, who he ultimately expected anyway. A grin creeps onto his face, delighted, clearly, at the fact anyone came to visit him, but mostly just doing it because he knows the malicious undertones that he hides beneath said smile.

"Hey there, Double-D!" Remus greets him, with an intense amount of energy. Despite the fact Janus literally left him alone without warning, Remus was still excited he came to visit.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Remus," Janus responds, strolling into Remus's room without a second thought. That's when Remus notices he's holding a a bag behind his back, which immediately has him curious.

"You don't even like Valentine's Day," Remus states, as he closes their door behind them. "You say it's a bullshit Hallmark holiday used to expand their market nearly year round."

"It is," Janus says, with a shrug, before pulling the bag up and away from Remus's grasp as the intrusive side attempted to lunge for it. "But I understand that there are some Valentine's Day customs that you enjoy."

"I enjoy gorging on food," Remus says, with a huff. "And the sex."

Janus grins, sitting down on Remus's bed without a second thought as to what questionable substances may have stained it. He pats his lap, and Remus doesn't have to think twice before he's scrambling to sit on it.

He happily straddles Janus's lap (and maybe he attempts to reach behind Janus and grab the bag. Janus tuts, and Remus stops, whining all the while.

"Hush," Janus says, rolling his eyes. "You'll find out what's in there soon enough. For now, tell me how you've been."

"I've been mad at you," Remus states, with a huff. "Now, what's in the bag?"

"Because I left?"

"Because you left without a goodbye." Remus's squared shoulders fall, and his face contorts into a pout. "And didn't come back until months later. A.K.A.: right now."

"I'm not sorry, Remus," Janus says, and the eye roll that happens afterwards makes Remus fight to suppress a grin.

"You're not forgiven," he mocks, before cupping Janus's face. "Now tell me what's in the bag, or I'll bite your fucking nose off." He's smiling, adoringly, lightly rubbing over Janus's face, despite the all-too-real threat. Janus smiles back, softly, as one of his hands rub Remus's hip, while the other pulls the bag out in front of them.

Remus doesn't hesitate before tearing into the bag. Inside was a can of whipped cream, a bottle of chocolate syrup, and a container of cherries.

Remus looks at them, and then back at Janus, before back at the food.

It's clear his overactive mind is already determining all the things he could do with the things he was given, but he's unsure if what he's thinking is what Janus intended.

Janus just smiles though, pressing a sickeningly sweet kiss to Remus's lips, before scooting back and shoving Remus off his lap. Remus falls back on the bed, but he quickly scrambles to get back on his knees and watch Janus slowly rid himself of his clothes.

He's slow on purpose, in order to tease Remus, but Remus doesn't matter. He just stares at Janus with wide eyes, excited and... hopeful that they're finally going to be close again.

Even if it's just for one night, and even if Janus was probably doing this for his own benefit.

Remus tosses the bag to the side, trying to hold all the contents within at once, before he tosses them to the side in favor of pinning Janus down the moment he peels away his boxers.

It's been way too long since he's seen Janus nude, and he's admittedly missed it way too much.

He's quick to pull Janus in for another kiss, his hands already wandering over Janus's nude body. His nails lightly scrape over Janus's sensitive scales, drawing a hiss from him - a noise that makes Remus grin.

Despite not getting to touch him like this in months, Remus still knew exactly what his body looked like, and where he was most sensitive. How could he forget?

He bites Janus's bottom lip, his sharp teeth cutting into Janus, but that just earns a whine.

"You've missed me, right?" Remus asks, covering his genuine curiosity and hopefulness with a teasing tone. "You sound like you've missed me."

"I have," Janus admits, watching Remus closely as he sits up and grabs the whipped cream.

Remus hums in delight, before turning back to Janus. "I get to use this on you, right?" he asks, quickly uncapping the whipped cream before spraying some onto his hand as a test. When it works, his wiggles in glee, before quickly eating it out of his hand.

"Yeah."

"Oooo!" Remus's grin widens. "I can't wait to eat you up like the delicious bitch you are!" He scoots the syrup and cherries closer to Janus so he can grab them when he wants, before he immediately starts spraying the whipped cream over Janus's body.

He adds some to his nipples and down Janus's stomach, before circling over Janus's semi-hard cocks with the whipped cream.

He takes the chocolate syrup next, squeezing some into his mouth, before he turns back to Janus and licks his lips. He drizzles the syrup surprisingly calmly over Janus's body, specifically making sure to squeeze some over where the whipped cream is, but makes a mess of his Janus's chest and thighs as well.

Janus hisses at the temperature of the syrup, cursing at himself for getting something so cold, but loving the way it made him shiver.

After he finished that, Remus grabbed the contained of cherries and set them over Janus's whipped cream covered nipples, and down the line of whipped cream on his stomach.

Afterwards, he tossed the container carelessly to the side, before staring down at Janus hungrily.

"Oh, Jay, you look delicious. I can't wait to eat you up," he says, before pulling out his phone. "Can I take a picture of you? I definitely want to get off to this later."

"Knock yourself out."

Remus does a little fist bump before quickly snapping a picture of Janus's messy (but delicious looking) body. He saves it to a specific album titled "J-anus NSFW" (which was quite filled with pictures) before carelessly tossing his phone to the side and immediately leaning over Janus.

He doesn't wait before beginning to lick up the whipped cream over Janus's body, starting at his nipples. His lips are connected to Janus's skin, licking up and swallowing the treat, before biting down hard on the cherry and snapping his sharp teeth down dangerously close to Janus's nipple.

Janus shivers, moaning and squirming slightly as Remus happily licks and sucks at his nipple, and eventually Remus grabs Janus's hips and holds him still, smearing some of the chocolate syrup over him in the process.

One of Janus's hands tangle in his hair, lightly tugging on it as encouragement, which Remus definitely enjoys as it prompts him to lightly bite down on Janus's nipple. After a few more teasing sucks, he pulls away, before immediately doing the same thing to Janus's other nipple.

Janus's quiet whines only spur Remus on, and he ends up sucking around Janus's nipple in order to form a hickey. Pulling away, and deciding he quite likes the sight, he kisses over Janus's neck and shoulders, before biting hard into the skin, easily puncturing it. He laps at the blood that drips from the wound, before sucking on the mark in order to create a hickey.

He does that over the expanse of skin over Janus's neck and collarbones, and occasionally drags his teeth over Janus's scales earning hisses and sharp intakes that delight Remus to no end.

After marking him up a suitable amount, Remus goes back to actually eating the food off of him.

He licks up the chocolate drizzle over Janus's chest, before mouthing at the whipped cream over his stomach. He rolls his hips against the bed, achingly hard just from listening to Janus's pathetic moans.

It's been way too long.

"You're pathetic," Remus then says, licking his lips (and doing ultimately nothing to honestly get the whipped cream off his face). "I lick and bite you a few times and your pathetic cocks are already leaking?" Remus's words were filled with hypocrisy, considering he was hard and leaking in his own pants, but he couldn't help getting so worked up at the sight of Janus looking so vulnerable and so delicious beneath him.

Remus scoots back in order to bend down and lick a stripe up one of Janus's cocks, gathering some whipped cream on the tip of his tongue when he did so.

Janus attempts to buck his hips up, which further prompts Remus to dig his sharp nails into Janus's hips and hold him steady. He's inconsiderate with how hard he's holding Janus, but it's not like Janus seems to care anyway, moaning at the sensation of Remus's nails puncturing his skin.

He moves away from Janus's cock, instead lapping at the chocolate syrup drizzled over Janus's thighs. He's quick to try and lick up as much of the chocolate as he can, before he's back to biting. He sucks deep marks into Janus's thighs, being weary of his scales but otherwise careless with how hard he bites and the marks that he makes.

At least with all these reminders Janus would have a hard time forgetting him again.

After many marks, however, Janus finally whines out a "please" that gets Remus's attention.

"Please what, Jay?" Remus asks, teasingly.

Janus groans, albeit playfully, before whining out "please touch my cocks, Remus." Remus, being the eager cockslut he is, doesn't need to be asked twice.

He quickly starts licking around the base of Janus's cocks where he had sprayed a majority of the whipped cream. He sucks around the base, before dragging his tongue up one of Janus's cocks, all the while one of his hands is slowly stroking the other one. He licks up the precum leaking from Janus's cock, before he takes one of Janus's cocks into his mouth without warning.

His tongue teases over the slit, before he sinks his head down quickly, deepthroating Janus with little hesitation. He moans around Janus's cock as his free hand quickly palms himself, and his other hand speeds up on Janus's other cock.

After a few moments, he pulls off of Janus's cock, moving his hand away from his own clothed cock and onto Janus's other cock, stroking them in tune with one another.

"You know I enjoy ruining your small body, Jay, but would you please come on my face? I want you to make a mess of me, Janus, please!" Remus begs without a second thought, before opening his mouth wide and letting his tongue hang out, allowing Janus a perfect canvas to come across.

And, well, Janus doesn't have to be told twice. With a cry of Remus's name, both of his cocks come over Remus's face, easily messing it up. A fair amount also lands in Remus's mouth, and he swallows it greedily, before gathering some of the come off of his face and eagerly scooping into his mouth.

"You've always been a snack as a whole, but your come somehow tastes the best," Remus says, matter-of-factly. He softens, momentarily, leaning over to kiss Janus's nose. "Thank you for this, by the way. Being able to see you and suck you off again was the best gift I could get for Valentine's Day." Even though Valentine's Day is a pointless holiday, it still gave Janus an excuse to see him again, and Remus was relieved for some company.

But, he was not ready to let Janus leave by any means.

His hands slowly start back up again, earning a pitiful whine from Janus. "Do you think you can come again for me, Jan? Just for me?" He bats his eyes innocently, squealing at the nod and tired "yes," he earns, before he pulls Janus in for a messy kiss that tasted bitter.

He wouldn't let Janus leave afterwards, either. He'd at least let Janus off with just coming once more, but Remus would still want to get off. And he'd definitely want to cuddle before Janus eventually left him again.

Hopefully, he'd start coming around more often, although with their track record, that would lead to them both just simply coming more often, as well.

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"Oh, Patton!" came Remus's shrill voice from outside said moral side's door. Patton winced at the sound, but was honestly quite surprised that Remus didn't just initially kick the door down first. He was never too fond of formalities, and the mannerism of allowing one privacy usually seemed to be too difficult for him to abide by.

That, or he honestly just didn't care.

"A certain snake told her you weren't feeling too happy, and lucky for you I'm just absolutely magnificent at cheering people up."

Patton rolls over in bed, from his stomach to his back, sniffling slightly. He was, indeed, upset, but he didn't want the others knowing about it. The only reason Janus even knew about it was because he caught Patton lying to himself, claiming to be fine.

If he knew that Janus would have blabbed to the other's than he would have just kept his emotions repressed, as per usual.

Patton clears his throat, taking a few deep breaths before calling back "no offense kiddo, but your methods of cheering people up don't usually work on me."

"Well, I haven't tried everything on you."

Patton's frown deepens. "I don't know if I'd like whatever you'll try next. It'll be better if you just leave me be for a bit."

There's silence for a moment, before Remus walks inside anyway. Whether it be due to not hearing Patton, or just not caring, he now stood before the moral side, a smile on his face but curiosity in his eyes.

Patton's face is red and he's sniffling, but he frowns slightly when Remus walks in. "Remus, I just said-"

"Technically," Remus interrupts him. "You never told me I couldn't come in. You made an assumption about yourself." He shrugs, before grinning wider. "Besides, don't you want to at least try what I have in mind? I can make you forget all about your problems!"

"I don't think forgetting about them is that healthy..."

"I don't think facing your shitty issues alone is healthy either," Remus points out, with a roll of his eyes. "And we all know your history of repression. Stupid motherfucker."

"Hey, language," Patton says, his frown deepening. "And don't be mean."

Remus sticks his tongue out, before saying "while I was plainly being honest, I thank you for the compliment nonetheless." He winks, and Patton huffs as Remus just plops down on the bed, disregarding the slightly irritated look Patton gives, before replacing it with just a small frown.

After a few minutes of them staring at each other in silence, Remus with an anticipating glint in his eye, Patton sighs.

"Fine, you can propose your idea."

"Sex," Remus says, immediate and blunt, and doesn't miss the way Patton's face immediately flushes.

After a few seconds of stammering, Patton finally blurts out "that doesn't seem like it will help with my negative emotions," prompting Remus to roll his eyes.

"You'll never know until you try it."

"I don't know if I want to try it."

Remus shrugs, sliding off the bed. "Yeah, fair. Well, my offer stands for... well, forever. I'll never deny a bit of fun-" he winks, "-with you." He goes to leave, but, surprisingly, Patton stops him before he can, with a small shout of "wait!"

Remus turns back to him, a grin on his face, seemingly knowing what Patton wanted him to wait for.

"Yes?"

Patton shifts on the bed, chewing on the inside of his cheek, before sighing. "Okay. We can try it." Remus grins, hurrying back to the bed, but Patton is quick to add "however, if it doesn't work then we're stopping!"

"Oh, don't worry, Patty-cake," Remus says, quickly working to manhandle Patton onto his stomach, pulling his ass into the air, causing Patton to flush a bright red. "I'll make you feel so good you'll forget all of your problems." Of course, he'd stop if Patton wanted him to.

Still not healthy, but Patton was desperate to at least have a break from his sadness, and he supposed that most things Remus offers would do something to distract him.

Remus is quick to work his clothes off of him, never being one to take things slow. Patton hardly has time to tell him to go slower before Remus is working his own clothes off of him, and any protests Patton had are washed away immediately at the sight of Remus's body (the best sight he can get from his current position).

He walks around nude quite often, but it feels different with Remus kneeling behind him - them about do to something normally so intimate couldn't help but make Patton's breath hitch. Remus's hands felt over him, squeezing and groping at his pudgy frame, which only darkened the blush spreading over his face.

"Remus," Patton suddenly gasps out, as Remus's hand squeezes around the base of his cock, his hips bucking involuntarily. Remus simply grins, offering no response as he pulls back and sits back on his knees, summoning a bottle of lube.

He squirts it over his fingers, making sure they're completely lubed up, before he presses a digit to Patton's hole.

Patton whines as Remus quickly fingers him open, one of Remus's hands working to stretch him out, while the other held and squeezed at one of his thighs.

Remus works fast, impatient as ever, deciding Patton's stretched enough after he's trying to grind down onto Remus's three fingers. Remus pulls his fingers out and sucks the excess lube happily off of them, earning a disgusted grimace from Patton as he hears Remus slurp at his fingers.

He hardly has time to comment on it before Remus is uncapping the lube again, and then positioning his cock at Patton's entrance, earning a shiver of anticipation from the moral side.

Before he slides in, though, Remus says "remember to tell me if you're uncomfortable and want to stop, okay?" It's such a soft and rather caring reminder, especially from Remus. The intrusive side doesn't move as he waits for Patton to reply.

"Okay, I will," comes Patton's response after a moment, and Remus goes back to grinning, as he grabs Patton's hips and roughly thrusts into his ass, jolting Patton forward as his arms give out and his chest lands on the bed.

Remus is leaning over him, hands running over his back and chest, before they come to his hair. His fingers all too sweetly run through it, before his head is suddenly yanked back as Remus pulls, earning a cry of Remus's name. Remus is still for a moment.

"Did you like that?" he asks, semi-teasingly, semi-genuinely, as he tugs significantly softer (albeit still sudden) at Patton's hair, earning a significantly softer moan in response. "It sounded like you did. Who knew Morality liked such rough treatment?"

Patton can't even argue (not like Remus was wrong anyway) before Remus pulls out, before thrusting his cock back into Patton rather hard. At the same time, he tightens his hold in Patton's hair, tugging sharply on his hair, earning a whimper.

Remus thrusts slowly into Patton's ass, but it was still hard enough to draw moans from he moral trait. He wants to give Patton time to adjust to Remus's hard pace, knowing that Patton doesn't engage in sexual activity often, but at the same time he wanted nothing more than to fuck him senseless until Patton was incoherent and could do nothing but moan and drool.

Just the mere though of Patton becoming a pathetic mess made Remus moan as he thrusts into Patton

He momentarily wondered if Patton would enjoy rougher treatment.

"Patty-cake?" Remus begins, with a hum, his voice sounding all too casual compared to Patton's, as Patton whines out "yeah, Re?"

"Can I choke you?"

The question shouldn't be as surprising as Patton found it, especially because it's Remus who asked it. It also shouldn't be as hot as Patton found it, especially because trusting Remus to do such a thing safely would be dumb as fuck.

And yet, Patton's quick to nod and whine out "please." Maybe he's desperate for something rougher, or maybe he believes it'll be harder to be sad when he can't breathe.

Whatever the real reason may be, Remus doesn't hesitate to pull out of Patton and flip him onto his back, thrusting back in quickly. The action causes Patton to moan loudly, his arms wrapping around Remus's shoulders and bringing him close, meanwhile one of Remus's hands runs up Patton's chest, before coming to rest softly against his neck.

"If it's too much, tap me three times," he instructs, before looking at Patton as if to silently ask if he understood.

Patton nods again. "Okay." As soon as Patton says that, Remus's head squeezes tightly around Patton's throat, earning a choked out moan as he bucks his hips.

A part of him feels like he should be scared right now. Any logical person would be if Remus had a hand around their throat, especially in a situation where they were vulnerable. But, he felt weirdly safe, and trusted Remus would stop when prompted.

But for now, he hears Remus curse under his breath as he stares at Patton underneath him. Admittedly, he does think a bad thought or two, but who would he be if he didn't?

Knowing that Patton would rather not hear what Remus is thinking (as it would ruin the mood), Remus forces himself to keep it to himself, as Remus's free hand tightens on Patton's hips, Remus's thrusting starting back up. He's significantly faster with his thrusts, the idea of taking it slow being pushed to the back of his mind, as he instead focused on the weak moans and breathy whines that quietly poured from Patton's mouth.

Drool pooled in the corner of Patton's mouth, before he jolts as Remus nails his prostate, nails digging into Remus's back and scraping over his shoulders. Remus's hand eases on his neck, allowing Patton's cry of Remus's name to grace Remus's own ears.

"Fuck, Pat, you sound beautifully pathetic," Remus grits out, his thumb gently rubbing over Patton's neck. His thrusts speed up, nailing Patton's prostate every time, drawing louder cries from him. "So cute and hot and loud for me."

"Remus-!" Patton hardly manages to cry out, before Remus's hand is squeezing around his throat yet again, and Patton's eyes roll back into his head. Remus's hand slides from Patton's hip to his cock, stroking it fast and irregularly, but it causes Patton's back to arch as he quickly comes over his own chest.

Remus grins, hand not faltering on Patton's cock, as he thrusts ruthlessly into Patton, earning whines of overstimulation as Remus's hand falls from his neck and instead grabs his hip as well, allowing Remus to thrust deeper into him, until eventually he moans out Patton's name before he comes into the moral trait, thrusting sporadically throughout his orgasm, before pulling out.

Patton's eyes are closed, breathing heavily as he works to catch his breath. He's teetering on the edge of sleep, before Remus's voice cuts through his haze with "wanna shower with me?"

Patton cracks an eye open, looking at him questioningly. Remus doesn't seem like the type to shower in general, let alone suggest it. But, showering would probably be good for him so somebody didn't accidentally walk in on him covered in his own come.

So he nods, and Remus smiles wider, quickly scooping him up and carrying him to the bathroom, paying no mind to the fact they were both naked and anyone could pass them in the hallway.

And in the end, Remus's route worked. Again, probably not the healthiest way to go about facing his problems, but Patton couldn't really think about anything other than cuddling and sleeping. And that was fine, considering the point of this endeavor was to push the negative thoughts out of Patton's mind.

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"It's not that bad," Patton says, voice comparably meek in contrast to Logan's strict and cold voice that responds with "what are you talking about? This is incredibly bad."

"I agree with Logan," Virgil says, eyes narrowed as he glances between Thomas and Patton. "This is so bad that I'm starting to doubt the possibility that it could get any worse!"

"It's just a text!" Comes Thomas's defense.

"A proclamation of love!" Roman corrects him, his arrogant smile masking the fact he was just as worried as the rest of them (aside from Logan, who honestly seemed unfazed. Made sense, though, considering love wasn't his strong suit).

"One that you persuaded Thomas to send out of nowhere!" Virgil counters, his hands coming to rest on the sides of his head. Roman looks at him, his smile falling. He turns to look at Patton, who's shifting his weight from one foot to the other, clearly upset. Thomas himself looked worried, no doubt a direct result stemming from his anxiety.

Logan looked indifferent to the whole situation, but behind his glasses, his eyes shone with uncertainty, and fear of the unknown.

"They've been dating for a while now!" Roman argues. "I thought it was appropriate!"

"They should have had a discussion about their boundaries before you were this forward," Logan curtly replies. "You don't get to decide what's appropriate in a situation like this without knowing your partners feedback."

Roman and Virgil glance at each other, but before Roman can get a word out, Logan raises his hand.

"I'm not finished," he says, through gritted teeth. A newfound common phrase from him that made the other three tense where they were. "You persuading this decision could have a detrimental affect on Thomas's relationship. Honestly, I thought you would be more responsible when faced with a decision like this, especially considering what happened the first time you told Virgil you loved him."

Both Virgil's and Roman's faces fall, them turning to look at Logan with tear brimmed eyes and an exasperated "why the fuck would you say that" look.

"Logan!" Patton exclaims, while Thomas looks on with a surprised look.

Logan simply pushes up his glasses. "What? I'm right. Roman should know that rushing into a relationship and confessing your love at such an early stage can have unfortunate consequences."

"That is not your business to speak on," Roman says, his voice cracking. Virgil scoots forward on the stairs, ready to grab him at any given moment. Provided by the way he was looking at Logan, it was almost like he wanted to tear him to shreds.

Logan has to hold back an eye roll, unfazed by Roman's overdramatic reaction. He was just telling the truth.

"It's not my business that you wouldn't do your job for a month because Virgil told you he was uncomfortable by you saying you loved him? Because, as parts of Thomas, that seems like all of our business."

"That was a while ago," Virgil interjects, looking between Roman and Logan. "Things have gotten better from there. Besides, right now isn't about us. It's about Thomas."

"And that logic can potentially be applied here!" Patton says, with a nervous smile. "Things can get better from here!"

"Can they?" came Roman's meek response, and with a final hurt glance towards Logan, he sinks out, an all too familiar act for Patton and Thomas to see.

Patton watches with wide eyes, no doubt thinking about how much this reminded him of their last dire situation. Thomas just shifts his weight. Logan doesn't seem fazed at all.

There's silence between the remaining four of them, before Virgil sighs. "I'm gonna go talk to him," he says, before sinking out as well, leaving Thomas to battle between his heart and his brain.

Virgil appears in Roman's room, being met with the less than ideal sight of Roman face down on his bed. He was sniffling, and supposedly crying. His sash had been ripped off of his outfit and tossed carelessly to the floor, no doubt as a result of his unhappy thoughts and doubt that anything he does is good enough.

"Roman," comes Virgil's soft voice, and it causes Roman to shift in bed.

"I don't like when you say my name," Roman responds, voice muffled due to his face being pressed into his gold-trimmed pillows. "You sound too serious." Virgil was serious, but he knows how Roman's quick to jump to conclusions. Virgil couldn't blame him on that end.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Virgil sets a hand on Roman's calf, rubbing it lightly. "My prince" he starts again, voice significantly quieter. Roman rolls over onto his back, vacant, teary eyes staring up at the ceiling. Virgil takes it as an invitation to come closer.

He kicks off his shoes, aware that Roman would get upset with him otherwise, before crawling to the head of the bed. He sits next to Roman for a moment, before Roman turns to him, rolling once more in order to lay his upper half against Virgil's legs. Admittedly, the material of his jeans isn't the comfiest, but Roman can't find it in him to care, especially not when Virgil's fingers begin combing through his hair.

"It sucks Logan brought that up," Virgil begins, after a moment. He hated talking, especially in situations like this, but he knew Roman appreciated distractions. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Roman's silent for a moment, before he sighs. "I don't know."

"Do you need something to take your mind off what happened?"

It's still for a moment, before Roman nods. Virgil shifts, and Roman moves with him, finally pushing himself up into a sitting position.

Virgil's arms are open, and Roman doesn't hesitate before shuffling into Virgil's lap, resting against the anxious side's chest and burying his face in Virgil's neck. Virgil rocks him gently back and forth, one of his hands rubbing Roman's back, while the other gently rubs his hip.

"I'm sorry," comes Roman's quiet voice, sounding a bit like he was near tears yet again. "I just thought the timing was right."

Virgil wasn't sure if he was taking about the first time Roman proclaimed his love, or if he was referring to Thomas doing the same. Regardless, Roman didn't have anything to be sorry about, and Virgil was sure to tell him that.

"Don't be sorry," Virgil says. "You have a lot of love to give. You just wanted to express it."

"But I made him- I made you feel uncomfortable."

"You don't know for a fact that you made him uncomfortable. He hasn't answered. He could just be busy." Or uncomfortable and ignoring them. Or potentially dead. Or-

Virgil shakes his head slightly, before saying "and I just wasn't ready. Things were moving too fast for me. And after I expressed that, you moved slower. You respected my boundaries, and that's the best thing I could ask for in a relationship."

"Really?"

"Really." Virgil kisses the top of Roman's head, before shifting again. "Do you want anything, Ro? I understand if you don't want to go back to the others, and don't feel pressured to do so. We can stay here together."

"I... can we do something?"

"Yeah, of course," Virgil replies, and Roman pulls away from his shoulder in favor of cupping Virgil's face. In doing so, he gives Virgil a clear view of his blotchy red face. Both of Virgil's hands come to rest on Roman's hips. "What do you wanna do, my prince?"

Roman's face seems to get redder (not that Virgil can tell much), before he brings Virgil in for a kiss. Virgil happily kisses back, comfortable and willing to do whatever Roman thinks will help him.

When Roman pulls away, Virgil honestly expects him to ask for cuddles. Or a shower in order to feel refreshed and wash away a lot of the bad emotions. But instead, he just connects their lips again, this time kissing Virgil more passionately. Roman's hands slide from Virgil's face to his shirt, where he lightly tugs.

"Ro," Virgil breathes out, pulling away, and Roman suddenly looks a lot more hesitant.

"Sorry," Roman says. "I just... I figured it'd be a good distraction. It was stupid, I'm sorry." He goes to pull away completely, assuming he's messed yet another thing up, but Virgil's hold on him is tight.

"No, don't be sorry," Virgil says, brushing some of Roman's hair out of his face. "I said I'd help. Just tell me what you want." He didn't want to wrongfully assume Roman was asking for something he wasn't, so while his words could be interpreted as teasing, Roman knew he meant them genuinely.

"I want you," he says, hands on Virgil's shoulders. He pulls him back, Virgil leaning over Roman as Roman's back hits the mattress. "Please."

Virgil cups his face. "My prince, are you sure?" he asks, voice soft. Despite his usual gritty demeanor, Virgil could be sweet when he wanted to be. Roman was very appreciative of that.

"Yes, I'm sure," Roman says, pulling Virgil in for another soft kiss. Virgil, filled with eagerness to make his prince happy, works to pull Roman's shirt up. He breaks the kiss in order to pull Roman's shirt off of him, and as soon as it's off Roman's working to get Virgil's jacket off. Both articles of clothing are discarded to the floor, and Virgil's shirt and pants come next.

Both of them are quickly working to get their own, and each other's clothes off, while reconnecting their lips constantly.

Neither of them wanted to be apart for long, and as soon as they were both naked, each other's faces were briefly discarded in favor of kissing over each other's bodies. Roman's lips are over Virgil's neck and upper chest when he attempts to reach into the nightstand and grab the lube.

"Roman," Virgil breathes out, as Roman pulls away briefly, seemingly upset his kisses had to stop.

"Yes, mi amor?" Roman replies, laying back down as he sees Virgil uncap the lube.

"You still okay?"

Roman can't help the small smile that graces his lips at the question. "Yeah. Yeah I'm okay." Virgil offers a smile in return, and then he's leaning over Roman again to kiss him.

"Do you need to be stretched?" Roman whines when Virgil pulls away to ask.

"No," he answers, his hand running through Virgil's hair and softly pulling him closer to connect their lips once again.

"You sure, Ro?"

Roman's quick to nod. "I'm sure, my chemical romance." Virgil nods, trusting Roman, as he instead works to lube up his cock. The lube is tossed to the side when he's done, the excess wiped on the sheets, before his hands feel over Roman's thighs while they kiss again. He's lightly squeezing at the muscle, before spreading his legs apart.

Virgil pulls away briefly, lining his cock up with Roman's hole, before slowly pushing inside. Roman's hands tightly grip Virgil's shoulders, moaning softly.

Virgil pauses, his forearms moving to law on either side of Roman's head. "You still okay?" Virgil asks, pressing a few soft kisses to Roman's face. Roman nods, arms wrapped around Virgil's neck so he can pull him close.

"Yes, Vi. I'm okay. Just- just move. Please? I need it."

"Shhh, Ro. You don't have to beg." Virgil can't help kissing the creative trait, pulling out before softly thrusting back in. He knew Roman could handle a lot more than this, but Virgil wanted to make sure Roman knew he was loved right now. If he wanted Virgil to go faster, he'd go faster. Roman deserved to feel like he was being listened to.

Virgil keeps a slow pace, his and Roman's chests practically pressed together, both of them adoring how close they were. Roman's legs were wrapped around Virgil's waist, keeping them trapped together regardless.

Their kisses grew more heated, Virgil's thrust speeding up as Roman pulls him even closer. His tongue is in Roman's mouth, both of them moaning into the messy kiss, before Virgil pulls away.

"God, you're so beautiful, Ro," Virgil grunts out, earning a soft moan from Roman. "So pretty. I love you so much, my prince. You know that, right?"

"Yes, God yes, Vi," Roman whines in response. "I love you too!" Virgil can see the tears welling in Roman's eyes, and he's quick to kiss them away when they spill.

"You feel so good, Vi. So good. I love you," the creative trait then moans. "Please, Vi. I'm so close."

Virgil can hardly help bringing Roman in for yet another kiss, wanting nothing more than to keep reminding him of how much he loves him. One of his hands lightly run over Roman's body, before gently stroking his cock, Roman's back arching at the action.

"Come for me, my prince," Virgil coos, pulling away briefly in order to watch Roman's face as he comes. His eyes are squeezed tightly shut, and his eyebrows raised, as he comes over Virgil's hand and both of their chests.

Virgil rests his forehead against Roman's, thrusting into his ass a few more times before he comes with a moan of Roman's name, earning a while from the creative trait.

Virgil pulls out immediately after, both of them resting for a moment, before Virgil pulls away.

"Are you okay?" he asks, cupping Roman's face. Roman leans into the touch, before bringing Virgil's hand closer and kissing his palm.

"Yes, thank you so much. I love you so much, Vi."

"I love you too, Ro." Virgil kisses his head, before scooting away. "I'll go start a bath for us, okay?"

"Okay." They kiss once more, before Virgil throws on some boxers in order to go start a bath. And Roman really does feel better. Not completely, but he was sure, with Virgil's help, he'd feel better sometime soon.

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"Emiiiiiile!" Roman dramatically whines out, throwing open the door to Emile's office. Emile chuckles lightly, setting down his notepad before pushing his chair out from his desk.

"Hi, Roman," Emile responds, gazing over at the creative side with fond eyes. "Do you need something?"

"You," Roman says, with a pout, plopping himself dramatically into Emile's lap. "You've been gone all day."

"I have a job!"

"We're literally figments of Thomas's imagination," Roman counters. "Your job can be pushed to the side for one night in favor of your handsome and needy boyfriend!"

Emile chuckles lightly, his hands wrapping around Roman's waist. He pressed a sweet kiss to Roman's lips. "Okay, Ro. My next scheduled appointment isn't in for another half hour, so you have my full attention until then."

Roman stims, hands flapping happily, before they come to rest on Emile's shoulders. He excitedly presses a few kisses to Emile's forehead and cheeks, before pressing a more sensual kiss to Emile's lips. Longer than the short, sweet pecks he was giving him initially, and definitely hinting at the fact Roman wanted a specific type of attention.

Emile's whole shtick was being able to identify underlying issues based off of exerted physical and emotional behavior, and Roman, while difficult to read at sometimes, was often quite obvious with displaying the things that he wanted.

"I get the feeling you want something more specific than my attention," Emile comments, when Roman pulls away from him, and Roman smiles shyly, knowing he's been caught.

He had no doubt that Emile would catch on fast, of course; he wasn't exactly trying to be subtle, but him never having to bluntly admit what he wanted, aside from when it was hot and a part of foreplay, was something he was always thankful for. Sometimes admitting your wants and needs is difficult, especially when your boyfriend constantly listens to people's problems all day.

"Maybe I do," comes Roman's reply, followed by a hum. "As a prince, I deserve to be treated every once in a while. And as my beloved boyfriend, you deserve a break. And I know just the perfect thing you can do on said break."

"Please you?" Emile teases, earning a dramatic huff from Roman.

"Please us," he corrects him, brushing Emile's hair out of his face. "I want to make you feel good too, mi amor." The usage of the sweet name makes Emile smile, and pulls Roman in for a sweet kiss.

"Okay, Ro. If it'll make you feel good," Emile consents, and Roman stims again, this time letting out a series of high pitched squeals.

Roman's quick to reattach their lips afterwards, eagerly pressing his chest against Emile's. His hands are ungracefully working to undo Emile's jeans, Roman already eagerly grinding against his thighs. He finally manages to get out Emile's cock, which he happily starts stroking, his free hand moving to palm himself, an action that Emile quickly takes over, seemingly as determined to please Roman as Roman was to please him.

Roman rolls his hips against Emile's hand, before Roman stops stroking Emile's cock. He whines, earning a soft shush from the creative side, as Roman works to pull his own cock out of his white pants.

When he gets it out, he moves to fully straddle Emile's lap, taking hold of both their cocks in one hand. He thrusts into his own hold, his cock dragging against Emile's, and earning moans from the both of them.

"Emi," comes Roman's breathy voice, as he grinds his cock against Emile's yet again. Emile's face is pressed partially into Roman's chest, his hands holding tight to Roman's waist. He always appreciated the frequent interruptions he got from Roman, but the one's that were like this were admittedly his favourite. Roman always knew just how to please him, and did so in eager and sweet ways.

"Roman," Emile replies, voice wavering as Roman's hands speed up around their cocks. "Roman, you feel so good. Treat me so well."

Roman can't help smiling, although his hips buck at the praise. As much as he enjoyed being treated, he liked serving his boyfriend.

"You needed a break, didn't you Emi?" comes Roman's voice, a mix of smugness and genuineness seeping through. "Too proud to call but I could tell you wanted something to come in and distract you. You might be a therapist, but I can recognize that familiar wanting look. Admit that you wanted me, Emi. You wanted me to come in here and give you a break."

"I did. I was hoping you were going show up," Emile admits, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. He'd buck his hips into Roman's hand if Roman's weight on his lap wasn't keeping him from doing so.

Roman's hips on the other hand were thrusting rapidly into his hand again and against Emile's cock, panting as he neared his climax. "Emi, Emi dear," Roman whines out. "You close, Emi?"

"Yeah, Ro. I'm so close."

Roman bends down slightly in order to capture his lips in a kiss, before murmuring "come for me then, Emi." And Emile does just that; his hands grasp tightly at Roman's hips, his head thrown back in a moan. He comes over Roman's hand and cock, before whining at the overstimulation when Roman's hand doesn't stop.

"Roman- Ro, come. Come for me, please," Emile says, slightly begging, and it drives Roman over the edge, as he comes over Emile's cock and his own hand. Their come mixes together as it drips down and onto Emile's pants, both of Emile and Roman leaning against each other as they come down from their high.

"Satisfied?" Emile asks, after a few minutes. His voice is sweet and lightly teasing, and the question makes Roman laugh softly.

"Yeah," the creative side answers. "Yeah, I'm satisfied. Thank you, Emi. I know you're working, but I just can't help thinking about you while you're away. And you know how my mind wanders."

"I know, Ro. You don't have to justify every little thing you feel. I love you, and will often help you regardless of how you got to this point."

"Thank you; I love you too."

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The dynamic duo that consisted of the two creative twins always caused chaos on that day. It was the one time the two of them could actually get along and agree with one another. No line was un-crossable, and no stretch was too far.

So, not a single side was surprised when every alarm in the mindscape went off at precisely 12am, or midnight, signifying the start of April Fools day.

Patton rolls over in bed with a groan, the annoying beeping of his own alarm clock quickly being silenced by a scaled hand, although it did little to muffle the harsh blaring of the clocks outside his door.

Janus sighs from his spot in bed next to the moral trait, rubbing his face. "Of course," he mutters, under his breath, earning a quiet laugh from Patton.

"They do this every year, and yet we still go to bed with high hopes," he quips, earning a tired grin from Janus.

"Maybe I should go stifle their schemes before they can escalate any further."

"Let the boys have their fun," Patton mumbles, as he snuggles closer to Janus's chest. "They're actually getting along for once; it'd be quite rude to ruin the one thing they enjoy doing together."

"I can't go back to sleep with all the noise, though."

"I can't either." Patton shifts in bed, moving to lay on top of Janus. Janus wraps an arm around Patton's waist, before moving them both up as they sit up. Patton's hands fall against Janus's bare torso, as he soothingly rubs Janus's shoulders.

Janus hums, his own hands massaging Patton's waist. "I suppose the alarms make for good cover, though."

"Cover?" Patton inquires, as Janus reaches over to the nightstand and grabs his glasses, before carefully sliding them onto Patton's face.

Janus just grins tiredly in response, leaning forward to kiss Patton's smiling face, and Patton happily kisses back.

"Oh," the moral side replies, when they pull apart. "That kind of cover."

"Mhmm," Janus responds, cupping Patton's face, and pulling him in for yet another kiss. "Since we can't sleep, we might as well." Plus, no one would be able to hear them due to all of the noise spurred on by the twins, and Janus knew that Logan and Virgil wouldn't get up and turn them all off for roughly ten more minutes.

Which gave them ample time to have a little fun.

Patton smiles, rather fondly, as one of his hands come to lightly trail over Janus's face, specifically gently running over his scales. "You make a fair point," Patton responds, smiling wider at the grin he earns from Janus. "And even if I were to have my concerns... those being the chances that one of the boys walk in on us, your persuasive ways somehow always manage to quell my worries."

"I'm amazing that way, aren't I?"

"Oh, absolutely."

They lean in for another kiss, more passionate this time, while a third hand appears out of Janus's body and opens the nightstand drawer; it grabs the lube and shuts the drawer afterwards, before Janus breaks the kiss.

"Any preference?" he asks, as Patton scoots back off of the deceitful side's lap in order to quickly pull down his boxers, and Janus does very much the same.

Patton hums in thought, before responding "can I ride you?" which earns a smile from Janus.

"Of course, Pat," Janus replies, as Patton moves to sit back on Janus's legs. He grabs the lube from Janus, and quickly lubes up his hands, before rubbing them over Janus's cocks. He makes sure to coat it thoroughly, while also stroking Janus in the process, earning soft moans.

Patton himself doesn't need to be stretched, considering they do this surprisingly often, so he wipes the excess lube on the bed sheets, before moving forward to straddle Janus's hips.

He holds one of Janus's cocks steady, lightly teasing the tip at his entrance, before he slowly sinks down on it, a moan escaping his lips.

He reaches the base and sits there, leaning to rest his head on Janus's shoulder, while Janus's hands rub his hips, quietly praising Patton. Patton's pressing soft kisses to Janus's shoulder and neck, occasionally nipping at the skin, but never biting down.

Softly grinding down and providing friction to Janus's other cock, both Patton and Janus let out a soft moans. Patton raises his hips after a moment, and then slowly sinks down yet again, Janus's hands keeping him steady as he does so.

When Patton raises his hips again, he looks at Janus expectantly. Janus kisses Patton's face in response, before grabbing his other cock, and slowly guiding Patton down on them both. The friction of both of his cocks grinding together makes Janus groan, and Patton moans at the stretch. He's had both of them in him so many times, but it always felt so new and so good.

"Janus," he moans out, head thrown back in pleasure, and in response Janus leans closer to his neck, where he places gentle kisses and occasionally sucks on the skin, leaving behind cute purple marks.

"My sweet Patton," Janus coos, pressing kisses over Patton's jaw. "I adore you, Patton. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Jay," Patton responds, voice high as he rolls his hips down on Janus's cocks. He raises his hips, before sinking down much faster this time. He moans much louder, and Janus kisses down his neck and over his chest.

Janus helps Patton lift his hips up again, before he roughly brings Patton back down, thrusting up at the same time. Patton's back arches as he moans, nails digging into Janus's shoulders.

"Janus! Janus do that again, please!" Patton begs, and Janus brings Patton in for a kiss, before raising Patton's hips and slamming them back down, his cocks nailing Patton's prostate again. Patton moans loudly again, breaking the kiss.

Janus turns his attention back to marking up Patton's neck, continuing to help Patton bounce on his cocks, before Patton suddenly whines that he's close.

Janus takes Patton's cock in his hand, stroking softly in tune with Patton's bounces, before Patton suddenly comes with a whine over Janus's chest and hand. Janus doesn't seem to mind the mess, instead aiding Patton in riding his cocks for a bit longer, until Janus pulls him fully down and releases inside of him with a low groan of Patton's name.

They both stay like that, before Janus shifts his position and pulls Patton against his chest, not pulling his cocks out as he kisses over Patton's face.

"Think we have time to shower?" he asks, earning a soft laugh from Patton.

"Probably not," he responds, truthfully, as he buries his face in Janus's neck. "We can always take a bath tomorrow."

"Provided the twins don't cut off the hot water like they did last year."

A giggle comes from Patton, followed by a couple kisses to Janus's scales. "You have a point. Might as well try, though."

"Fair enough."

Suddenly, the alarms get quieter and quieter, until they completely stop. Footsteps can now be heard walking the length of the halls, until a door slams shut afterwards, earning huffs of laughter from both Patton and Janus.

"I love you, Janus."

"I love you too, Patton."

They hold each other and fall back asleep quite fast, although, with it being April first, there's not guarantee they'll stay asleep for long.

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Patton tugs at the skin-tight, spandex leotard that was hugging his body tightly. It left imprints on his hips from how tight it was, but Patton found himself loving it.

He shifts his position slightly, resisting the urge to pull out the butt plug lodged in him. There was a hole in the back of the leotard that allowed the fluffy, white round tail attached to the end of the butt plug to show through.

Paired with the white leotard and tail, Patton also had a headband resting on his head, with two long bunny ears sprouting from the plastic.

To play into the fantasy, Patton was gifted a basket full of dyed Easter eggs, those of which he and Remus dyed and painted beforehand. It was a fun little activity he wanted to do with his partner, and yet it lead to some less than moral thoughts from Remus, and the proposition of some fun roleplay.

Despite Remus's impulsive and repulsive nature, he had made sure many times that Patton was actually okay with this.

He knew the safeword, red, and the secondary safeword, goldfish, in case he felt uncomfortable or wanted this to stop. Otherwise, he had to pull out his best acting skills to try to make this enjoyable for Remus.

Patton bends over as he sets an egg on the ground, his bare feet taking a few steps forward through the grassy landscape.

Remus had conjured up a surprisingly bright and friendly forest - minus the wildlife, preferring to be the only feral thing pouncing on the moral trait. Flowers with pastel petals had sprouted, and grew in bunches, and Patton wouldn't mind Remus's side of the imagination looking like this more often.

He takes a few steps and places another egg down at the base of a tree, before he hears ruffling in the bushes nearby. He startles, and drops the basket, before looking around nervously.

Instinctually, he went to call out for Remus, before he bites his tongue.

'Of course it's Remus,' he assures himself. He just wasn't allowed to call for him. It'd ruin the fantasy.

So instead, he shrugs it off, and picks his basket back up. A few eggs had been cracked due to Patton suddenly dropping the basket, but there were still plenty left to distribute.

Not that he'll have much more time to distribute them.

He walks forward and through a thick collection of trees, leaving eggs as he weaves through the lush greenery. He's extra careful not to get caught on any branches, knowing he'd be upset if he accidentally tore the sexual outfit.

He emerges in a clearing, with an array of flowers blooming. He was sure it'd be buzzing with insects if he was actually outside, but alas, this was a fantasy projected onto a canvas - able to be interacted with, but simply just a copy of reality.

There's another rustle, followed by sticks snapping behind him, and Patton's heart speeds up with fear and adrenaline. He's tempted to start running, but before he gets the chance too, he's pounced on from behind.

The basket follows to the ground beside them, more of them cracking, while Patton's body is pressed into the ground below.

Slimy appendages slide over his upper thighs, and Patton squeaks as he grabs at the ground in front of him, attempting to pull himself forward. There comes a tsk from behind him, before more of the slimy tentacles wrap around his arms, before suddenly, and effortlessly, pulling them back behind Patton's back. Patton's chest and face hits the ground again, with an umph, as the headband slides slightly forward on his head.

"Hey there little bunny," comes a malicious voice from behind him. Patton shivers, raising his head out of the dirt and turning to try and look behind him - straining his neck just to get a glimpse of that familiar, demented smile. "What're you doin' in these parts of the woods."

Patton swallowed the spit in his mouth, before responding "laying Easter eggs around the forest floor."

"Oh?" comes Remus's amused voice. "How ironic. See, I have some eggs of my own that need laying, and you happen to be the closest available incubator."

Patton has to ignore the excited shudder that courses through his body; he has a part to play, and wants to play it well.

"What?" he says, not sounding very afraid. He clears his throat, before continuing with "what- what do you mean?"

"I mean I'm gonna lay my eggs in you, bunny," Remus replies, bluntly. He then snorts. "Well, not me specifically. My tentacles. They need to be emptied, and you just happened to be around. What a convenient coincidence!"

"What... no!" Patton squirms, although his efforts prove fruitless, and only result in Remus's tentacles wrapping tighter around his wrist and thighs, squeezing the fat and easily lifting his ass into air and spreading his legs slightly apart. His calves are on the ground keeping him steady, but the tentacles are holding him in place.

"You don't have much of a say here, bunny," Remus growls out. "My tentacles are going to fuck and breed you so good. By the end, you'll be so full of my eggs and come."

Patton has to bite back a moan, but his cock twitches as it rubs against his spandex suit. Remus grins from behind as his hands slowly slide up Patton's thighs, and then over his ass, squeezing and groping at the skin, and causing Patton to struggle.

"No; stop! Please," he begs, only for Remus to suddenly bring his hand down on Patton's ass. Patton jolts at the hard contact, and moans, as tears prick his eyes.

"Shut up," Remus hisses. "It's not like I'm letting you go anyway. I'll use and breed you until my tentacles are milked dry, and then I'll take you home so we can repeat the process in a month." Patton forces himself to cry at the idea, earning a soft coo from Remus. "Aw, don't worry bunny. I'll make sure to use you plenty during that window."

Before Patton can even voice a complaint, a tentacle is poking at his lips. Patton, slightly breaking character, leans forward best he can and takes the tip of the tentacle into his mouth. It wiggles around, suckers sticking to his tongue for a brief moment, before it's feeling around Patton's mouth, all the while Patton is licking at the underside of it.

Suddenly, the tentacle starts producing some sort of sweet liquid. The tentacles restraining him grow increasingly slicker with that substance, and it starts to make his skin feel hot. Hot, and overly sensitive.

The substance dripping into his mouth tastes amazing, and after Patton swallows it, he just wants it more. He starts eagerly sucking at the tentacle in an effort to get more of the liquid, which causes Remus to moan behind him.

"Fuck... bunny," he curses, and Patton's too focused on the tentacle in his mouth to break character and reprimand him. "For someone initially so desperate to get away, you sure seem eager to suck on my tentacle. Did you want to be caught? It was all just an act; admit it. You wanted to be caught, and used, and the reason you pretended to hate it was so you didn't seem like a desperate slut."

Well, they were both pretending - this was all big roleplay after all, but Patton moans regardless. His mind grows slightly foggy, focusing in on the sweet liquid ever-present in his mouth, and sliding down his throat.

Remus chuckles behind him, before his hands are back on Patton's body, this time teasing the tail plug Patton had in. Doing so earns him a couple choked whines that he pays no attention to, instead pulling the plug out after a moment, and carelessly tossing it to the side.

Then, Remus's hands are back fully on his ass, spreading his cheeks apart, as he leans closer and sticks his wet tongue into Patton's ass. He's slurping at it lewdly, while tentacles continue to wrap around Patton's body. One rubs over his crotch, easily wetting it with the chemical-infused liquid through the spandex, while two others give the same treatment to his nipples. By now, the substance he'd swallowed had spread through his whole body. He felt dizzy, and very very hot, and was achingly hard in his spandex.

Remus pulls away after a moment, tempted to make a joke about how he could suffocate in Patton's ass and die a happy man, before remembering that that would be out of character. Oh well; something to bring up at another time.

A differently tentacle begins to prod at Patton's ass as soon as Remus moves away, and Patton eagerly tries to push himself back on it. Remus knew this would happen, of course; it's hard to pretend to hate something with addictive aphrodisiac making you extremely hot and horny.

The tentacle slips into him, slick with the aphrodisiac, and wiggles around inside of him. Patton moans, but then jolts forward when a second tentacle slide in too.

"To make this more efficient, I'll have two breed you at the same time," Remus explains, leaning over Patton and dragging his teeth over Patton's shoulder and back. "But don't worry; I'll make sure all of them empty their eggs in you, bunny. Gotta make sure you're properly fucked and bred."

Patton moans, no longer able to even try and hate this. Remus knows he loves the idea of bred, and the tentacles and horny chemical were both major pluses.

"Oh, you like that idea, bunny?" Remus muses. "How cutely pathetic. But no matter; you loving this just makes this more fun. After all, this is your life now. Just a stupid fucktoy; an incubator at best."

The tentacles are wiggling inside of him, while the tentacle in his mouth slip down his throat, effortlessly moving further down. The tentacles in his ass thrust in and out of him, while also seemingly feeling around his insights in search for something.

Eventually, one of the tentacles thrust against Patton's prostate, and Patton cries out around the tentacle, arching his back further, while tears stream down his face. He wasn't upset, of course, they came from the overwhelming pleasure, and would provide a hot sight for Remus down the line.

The tentacles around his wrists and thighs suck deep hickeys into the skin with their suckers, squeezing tight, seemingly enjoying tightening around the fat. Patton enjoys the tight hold as well.

Remus groans at Patton clenching around his tentacles. "Fuck, bunny, you feel so tight around my tentacles." He grunts, before moaning, as small lumps begin pushing through his tentacles, and small, golf-ball sized eggs begin depositing into Patton's ass. He moans at the feeling, tears pricking his eyes as the tentacles come and eggs fill him up.

Both tentacles spilling them into him is pleasurable to the point of it being overwhelming, but he hardly has time to focus on that as the tentacle in his mouth suddenly sprays the sweet liquid down his throat, and he swallows it all eagerly.

Remus groans, as Patton clenches around his tentacles again. The tentacle feeling over Patton's cock slips past the spandex, and begins rubbing against Patton's leaking and oversensitive cock. Patton moans, before he comes almost immediately, dampening the interior of his spandex.

Remus just chuckles. "Oh, bunny. You came all ready? Pity; I still have four more tentacles to empty inside of your cute little ass. Or, more accurately, my new, cute little ass."

This cute little bunny was his now. His to fuck and breed and fill until he was shaking and crying and yet still desperate for more. And, they had the rest of the day to live out this fantasy, and would both do so happily.

What a wonderous Easter this will turn out to be.

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They had said they were going out. Patton had opted to stay home, claiming he wanted to cook up a big dinner for when they got back.

Which, he did want to do, despite the fact he couldn't cook for shit, but preparing macaroni was easy and who didn't love macaroni?

But, there was something else he wanted to do, and as he listened to them scramble to get their things to pack for wherever they were heading, Patton shuts the door to his room. It's not sound proof, and he can hear their clatter, but it was only a matter of time before they left.

They had already said their goodbyes to him, so it was safe to assume that they didn't plan on coming to see him again, giving him ample time to treat himself.

He waits until the clambering outside of his door is at a minimum before he fishes lube out of his nightstand. He sets the bottle to the side, focusing on unzipping his jeans and tugging them and his boxers down just enough to expose his flaccid cock.

Hearing the boys shout at each other downstairs, Patton takes the time to lightly grab his cock, giving it a few soft strokes, as he tunes out the frantic shouting at each other from downstairs.

Instead, he thinks of some rather... impure things, regarding a specific impure side.

Even morality had some rather interesting fantasies, especially regarding that certain side. He had to come to terms with the fact masturbation was natural, and that it was normal for the majority of people to get horny, and after he got over that, he spent quite a bit of time satisfying himself.

As he works his cock up to full hardness, little gasps and quiet moans slip past his lips, as he steadily gets louder.

He's thankful his door is closed, and that the others are downstairs. Not that he's being too loud at the moment, but the walls aren't soundproof, and if they were upstairs then there was the chance someone would be able to hear him.

But that was something he wasn't going to worry about. They were all leaving anyway!

And as he hears the door shut downstairs, and as all the noise disappears, Patton lets a particularly loud moan slip past his lips.

He was soothed by the assurance that everyone else has left, and let himself completely relax against his abundance of pillows as his hand squeezes his cock again, before moving a bit faster.

"Fuck," he curses, freely letting himself express now that he didn't have to maintain a persona for the others. He lets his head fall back as he moans out "Remus." Due to his own noises, he doesn't hear the front door re-open from downstairs, or the rather loud footsteps stomping around.

He was too wrapped up in his own fantasies. His thumb strokes over his slit, smearing his own precum over his cock, and he moans out Remus's name again, blissfully unaware that a certain side just happens to be sprinting past his room at that moment.

Remus stumbles over his feet when he hears his name, and falls face first onto the floor.

Patton hears that, and can barely think about questioning it before his door is quite literally kicked down.

He gasps, and as he watches Remus look him over, his brain catches up the situation, and his body finally moves to respond, grabbing his blankets and quickly covering himself up with them.

"Remus, what are you doing here?!" he squeals, hands tightening on his blanket.

"What are you doing in general?!" Remus responds, eyes going from looking at the blanket, to back to Patton's face, to the blanket again. "You're getting off to me, without me?!" He's practically screeching at this point, and the noise makes Patton wince.

"I just- I- I-" Patton's stammering, and he's red in the face, and Remus seemingly gets the memo that he needs to tone himself down. Difficult, yes, but Patton looks ashamed and admittedly uncomfortable at the moment.

"That's hot," he blurts, deciding that that would be a good thing to say here. Instead of judging Patton for what he's doing, which is indeed what he was doing previously. Not because he thinks what Patton is doing is wrong (he does it all the time so it'd be incredibly hypocritical), but instead because he was surprised!

"Oh," Patton responds, not expecting that. "Uh... thanks?"

"Can I stay?"

"What about-"

"The others? I'll text them and say some shit. Can I Pat? Can I stay? Stay and help your cute, pathetic ass out?"

"Uh... I don't actually like that. Being called pathetic, and other things like that..." Patton says, and Remus nods, before apologizing. That did quite a bit to assure Patton, though, knowing that Remus genuinely gave a shit about that.

"But, yeah," he says with a sigh. "Yeah, you can say. Just- please don't tell the others!"

"I'll make something up, don't worry Patty-cake." He pulls out his phone and quickly sends something to the group-chat, before carelessly dropping his phone to the floor and rummaging through Patton's drawers.

After a bit of scavenging, he finds a small bottle of lube in his bottom drawer, that Patton ends up flushing at.

He climbs into bed afterwards, easily tugging away the blanket covering Patton, before tossing the lube into Patton's bare lap. Remus shuffles out of his own pants shamelessly, before turning back to Patton.

"Can I ride you? Pretty please, Patty-cake?" he asks, taking hold of the lube again. Patton turns a darker shade of red, before he nods.

"Yeah- yeah, Remus. You can."

Remus needs no further prompting, rushing to scoot to sit on Patton's legs, as he quickly uncaps the lube and graciously pours a ton into his hand, before hurriedly grabbing Patton's cock and giving it a few strokes.

His intent is to lube up Patton, but he also wants to give Patton quite a bit of pleasure. He licks his lips as Patton moans again, bucking up without hesitation into Remus's hold. Remus grins.

"That feel good, Patty-cake? You're so cute, did you know that? So pretty and so hot; I can't wait to draw even more noises from you."

Patton moans louder, and then whines when Remus pulls his hand away.

"Do you- do you need to be stretched?" Patton asks, as Remus sits up on his knees.

"Nah. I shove enough up my ass that taking your cock will be a piece of cake," Remus responds, honestly. He then snickers. "Or, more like a piece of cock."

Patton laughs under his breath, and it makes Remus grin, before he re-focuses on sex. He grabs Patton's cock, using his free hand to grab Patton's shoulder and steady himself, before he lines Patton's cock up with his ass.

He then sinks down with no warning, taking Patton's entire length in one go. He groans, before tightening his grip on Patton's shoulder. "Fuck, Patty," he breaths out, rolling his hips. Patton's hands grab his waist, sweetly rubbing at his hips, and Remus is tempted to tease him for being so sweet.

He doesn't wait long before he lifts his hips, and roughly brings himself down onto Patton's cock, both of them moaning at the action.

"Pat- Pat," he says, lifting himself back up almost immediately. He was never one for being patient. "You feel so good, Pat. Doing so good. Letting me ride you- fuck!" he cuts himself off as he brings himself down again, Patton's hands squeezing his hips.

Patton believes he's going to lift himself up again, deciding that Remus is more focused on riding his cock, before Remus leans forward and pushes their lips together. His hands slide from Patton's shoulders to his shirt, where he runs his hands over Patton's clothed chest. Patton decides to give him the same treatment, and slide his hands up Remus's shirt and feel over his abnormally thin chest.

While doing so, Remus raises his hips again, and slams himself down once more, before immediately repeating the process. He sets a rhythm of bouncing on Patton's cock, letting out gasps and groans against Patton's mouth.

Patton's far louder, which is quite the surprise when he's up against Remus, but he can't help the fact that this feels good. Remus's ass around his cock, clenching and squeezing his shaft, he can't help but moan every time Remus sinks back down.

Remus goes down again, and suddenly his head is thrown back in a loud moan. "Fuck!" he exclaims, followed by a whine. "Fuck, Pat- fuck!" He positions himself when he rises in order to sink down and hit that spot again, and he does.

His legs are shaking when he rises again, pleasure coursing through his body every time Patton's big cock nails his prostate.

"Remus," Patton eventually gasps out, prompting Remus to cup his face.

"Yeah, Patty?" he asks, in between pants of his own, his bouncing never faltering.

"Close," he moans out in response, earning a breathy laugh from Remus. Remus pulls him in for another kiss, before saying "come on, my sweet Patty-cake. Come inside of me. I want you to fill me up so bad."

Patton moans, his hands sliding back down to Remus's waist. He squeezes the skin there as Remus keeps bouncing, before he suddenly slams Remus down on his cock, and leans against Remus's chest as he comes inside of him.

They both moan at the feeling, before Remus grabs his own cock, and quickly strokes it until he comes over his hand and Patton's clothed chest.

They stay like that for a moment, before Remus lifts himself off Patton's cock, grabbing the moral side and pulling him down into cuddles. Patton happily lets him, both of them silently deciding that they'll clean up later.

And, speaking of later, Patton quietly says "Remus? Can we... can we talk about this later?"

Remus hums, holding Patton closer. He doesn't care they're both naked from the waist down, or that his arms are wrapped around Patton's chest and pressing against the come-soaked fabric.

"Yeah. But specifically later. 'M too tired to deal with emotional bullshit."

They both laugh quietly, before Remus pulls Patton a bit closer, nibbling lovingly on his neck until he ends up asleep and snoring, and Patton drifts off mere moments later, neither of them caring about the fact that there was a chance the others could get home before they woke up.

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The others knew what they were doing, but Virgil didn't have to know that. Although, if he did, Logan was sure it wouldn't ruin the fantasy too much.

But Virgil was squirming on Logan's lap, hardly keeping his noises contained as one of Logan's hands had slithered it's way down his pants, and was rubbing and palming at his cock through his boxers.

The table they sat at did little to hide Logan's obvious arm movements, but he wasn't necessarily trying to hide it. The others were supposed to know. That was part of the fun.

Well, for Virgil at least. Logan didn't much see the point, but he was always willing to indulge his boyfriend.

"Virgil, it's your move," Janus suddenly says, motioning towards the game board. They were just playing a friendly game of Monopoly, more so as a cover up so that Logan had an excuse to hold and touch him in front of the others.

Virgil gulps, as he reaches for the dice, only for Logan to suddenly roughly grab his cock through his boxers, earning a squeak.

The others act like they don't notice, while Virgil's face flushes in embarrassment and he mutters curses under his breath. Logan trails a few sweet kisses up his neck, before whispering softly in his ear "hush, Virgil. Do you really want the others hearing how pathetic you are?"

His voice was hushed enough that only Virgil could hear him, but the others could guess based on his reaction to what Logan had said.

Remus went to open his mouth, only to be nudged in the side by Janus, earning a whine.

His previous thought is discarded, as the intrusive side instead says "Virgin, hurry up! You know I get impatient." He's pouting, and he looks a tad bit annoyed. He knew what Virgil had to deal with, but it didn't take that much effort to roll a pair of dice.

Virgil goes to reach for them again, only for Logan's hand to slide down his boxers and grab his cock, giving it a few strokes. Virgil jolts, hand coming down hard on the table, as he bites his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Remus mutters, before he takes the dice and tosses it carelessly onto the table. "Boom, you rolled a four. Logan, can you move his fucking piece for him?"

Logan nods, while Patton scolds Remus for using such naughty language. He moves Virgil's piece four pieces across the board, before he rolls his own turn, his hand still "discretely" stroking Virgil under the table.

When Patton goes to take his turn, Logan shifts Virgil's position slightly, raising his hips in order to swiftly tug both his pants and boxers down past his ass. He further pulls them down past his crotch and down to his knees, before stopping there.

It's quite the noticeable action, but the others act oblivious, and all going around the table taking their turns. Janus and Roman's back and forth bickering about a chance card provides enough cover for Logan to undo his zipper and tug his pants and boxers down just enough to reveal his half hard cock.

All of Virgil's squirming had worked him up quite a bit, but he wasn't complaining. Before he can grab the lube from where he'd tucked it in Virgil's hoodie pocket, Roman dramatically announces it's Logan's turn. Logan doesn't bother holding back a sigh, as he instead rolls his dice and moves his piece. Normally, in such a game, Logan's rather competitive, but here he can't find himself to care all that much. He ends up taking Virgil's turn for him as well, before nudging the dice to the side, and resituating himself.

Virgil eventually gasps when he feels one of Logan's slick fingers prod at his hole. "Logan!" he whisper-shouts, although he's not doing too good a job at being discreet.

Logan merely shushes him, before saying "you want to be a good boy for me, don't you, Virge?" He receives a curt whine in response, so he adds "besides, you love the fact the others will be watching. And here I thought Roman was the attention whore, but no. It was you all along." His finger slides into Virgil's hole, Virgil's breath immediately hitching, as he pathetically tries to hold back a moan.

"Admit it, you want to let them watch as I fuck you senseless," Logan continues, moving his finger in and out of Virgil's ass. "You wouldn't voice a single complaint if I were to slam you over that table and use you like a toy, would you?"

This time, Virgil moans, and now everyone's looking at him. His face goes bright red, but before he can even think about covering his face, Logan slides a second finger into him. Virgil leans forward slightly, hands gripping the edge of the table, as he slides partially off Logan's lap, his knees rubbing against the ground.

Janus and Roman bicker momentarily as they work to move the game to the floor, deciding they'll have a much more entertaining sight before them soon.

Virgil's half-lidded eyes watch as they do that, but he doesn't get the chance to before he's pulled up by the hood of his hoodie, and then he's slammed back down onto the table, his chest hitting it rather roughly.

He doesn't bother trying to push himself up with his hands, instead allowing Logan to do as he pleases. He's positioned towards Remus and Janus, both of which who are watching him with rapt attention. Janus is smirking, clearly enjoying the fact Virgil is being repeatedly forced into increasingly embarrassing positions and situations, meanwhile Remus is shamelessly touching himself to the sight.

"Honestly, Virgil," Janus begins, leaning towards him. "Who knew you'd be into something so humiliating? You look quite pathetic like this."

"I think he looks hot," Remus says, rather bluntly, followed by a grunt, as he strokes is cock faster. "Hot and weak."

Virgil whines, turning his head to the side to avoid looking at the two of them, and instead sees Patton, who's staring with the same intensity as the other two. A third finger pushes into him, and at this point Virgil knows Logan's teasing. He didn't need to be stretched in the first place - Logan had a surprisingly high libido, so Virgil knew him drawing out the prep was meant entirely to further embarrass him.

And he hated that it was so excellently working.

After a few more moments, Logan pulls his fingers out, and Virgil is left whining as he buries his head in his arms, waiting oh-so desperately for Logan to finally fill him.

"Logan," he begins, only to be sharply cut off as Logan roughly pushes into him. Logan's leaning over his body, and one of his hands suddenly tangle itself in Virgil's hair and roughly yanks his head back. He wants Virgil to see all of his friends watching him be used like he's just a toy. A loud, drooling, pathetic toy.

Wanting to look away from Janus and Remus, he turns his head to the other side, instead being met with Roman, who is looking at him with a more shy expression. The position of his arm, and the less-than-subtle movements of his arm allowed Virgil to easily guess what he was doing, and noticing it made him whine.

He turns his head again, wanting to look at all of them. Were they all getting off to him? All of them stroking themselves to the sight of his small body getting wrecked? Yes, yes they all were.

Janus and Remus were way less shameless about it, and even Patton was biting his lip with his cock clear in sight, stroking quick and squeezing his cock tighter whenever Virgil moaned.

Virgil suddenly jolts and cries out Logan's name, his blunt nails scratching against the wood of the table. "Fuck; Logan!" Logan's hand in his hair tightens, and keeps his head still, but Virgil's eyes are squeezed shut as drool dribbles down his chin.

"Is that the right spot, Virgil? Am I making you feel good? Tell me I'm making you feel good," Logan orders, pressing his chest against Virgil's back. He trails his teeth over Virgil's neck, easily tugging Virgil's head to the side due to his hand tangled in Virgil's hair.

"Fuck- Lo! Feels so good! Please, please don't stop," he begs, mouth open unashamedly in a moan. He was feeling too good to register his absolute humiliation at the moment, but that just made the others hornier.

Logan praises him for being good, before his hand goes to squeeze at Virgil's cock, before roughly stroking him in tandem with his thrusts.

"Logan! Close," he cries out, before he's momentarily distracted by Remus's loud moans as he comes over his hand and chest, and partially onto the table. He's drawn back to Logan with another tug to his hair.

"Let them come first, Virge," Logan responds. "Don't want to force them to finish after the show, do you?" There comes no response, so Logan's hand squeezed hard around his cock, drawing a loud moan. "Do you?" he repeats, a bit more stern this time, and Virgil shakes his head.

"N-no!"

"Good boy." And without warning, Logan buries himself deep inside Virgil's ass and comes, Virgil jolting forward on the table, and desperately attempting to hold back his own orgasm per Logan's orders. However, Logan's hand expertly working his cock doesn't make this easy for him.

A soft moan comes from Virgil's left, and when he turns his head, he watches as Patton quietly comes over the edge of the table. Virgil whines at the sight, before streaks of come hit his face, and he jolts backwards, only to be reminded Logan's cock is still inside of him, and Logan himself is still holding him in place.

Virgil's head turns back to the front to glare at Janus best he could through his flushed face and raised eyebrows, and Janus is grinning back at him. He's clearly amused at the fact he managed to come partially on Virgil's face. Virgil doesn't find it nearly as amusing, but he doesn't bother wiping it off.

Roman's the last to finish, and Virgil is close to begging by the time he finally moans loudly, head thrown back, before he comes with a few final strokes of his cock, and then Virgil eagerly pushes back against Logan, who's free hand comes to his hip in order to hold him still. Logan's thumb slides over the slit of Virgil's cock, pumping him fast in order to finally drive him to come.

And Virgil does just that, rather intensely too, coming over his own chest and the table he was partially leaning on. Logan's hand works him through his orgasm, before it falls away as Virgil starts to whine. There's a bit of catching their breath, before Logan pulls Virgil back to the floor, and back against his chest, Virgil immediately trying to pull his pants up in an attempt to re-cover his body, despite the fact he was messy.

"Come on, Virgil. I'll go start us a shower," Logan says, as he helps tug Virgil's jeans up, before he picks Virgil up entirely, Logan's strength making the other four ogle. He carries Virgil away, really only caring about his needs at the moment, and leaving the other four to clean up their own messes.

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Logan was convinced they knew what they were doing. How could they not? Patton, wearing those tight, khaki-coloured pants that did little to conceal the large, noticeable bulge in his pants.

And Virgil. Logan never would have suspected the anxious side walked around commando, until he caught a rather clear glimpse of Virgil's cock through one of the rips in his jeans near his crotch. He had never noticed there were rips that high; had they always been there?

Who knew someone as... supposedly innocent as Patton and someone normally so anxious over wearing shorts would wear clothes that so clearly exposed them.

Logan didn't notice that they only seemed to wear those clothes around him.

Neither Virgil or Patton were known for getting dressed in the morning - hell, Virgil was hardly known for even getting up in the morning - and yet here they were, walking in together. Logan was dressed by now, but admittedly, he wasn't fully awake. He'd planned on making coffee and retreating back to his room with his bitter brew before anyone else was up, but that was quickly foiled when he heard the duo talking.

He sneaks a glance towards them, specifically towards their lower halves, and is both pleased and horrified to see that they're wearing their usual choice of pants. Patton's thick thighs seemed to stretch the material, and Logan was frankly quite surprised that the pants haven't torn at the seams yet, meanwhile the fat in Virgil's thighs bulged out of the rips in his jeans, and when Logan's eyes trailed upwards, he could clearly see Virgil's cock through the upmost rip. More of it was exposed than what was usually just hardly showing, giving Logan a clear view of the side of Virgil's cock.

His breath hitches in his throat, before Patton says "good morning, Logan!" and his head snaps up to meet Patton's eyes.

He'd had to have caught Logan staring, right? If so, he didn't call attention to it, instead grabbing the coffee pot and a couple mugs from the cabinets.

"Want a cup, Virgil?" he asks, turning to look at Virgil, who leans back against the table, his cock pressing what looks to be uncomfortably against the small tear.

"I assume you also want a cup, Logan?" comes Patton's voice again, and Logan turns to him, eyes wide and cheeks no doubt a tad pink. He opens his mouth to answer, before he sucks in a deep breath.

"Uh, yeah," he answers, eyes darting away, uncharacteristically unable to maintain eye contact with the moral trait for too long. "My mug is on the counter already."

Patton hums a cheery tune as he pours the three of them coffee, adding a surplus amount of sugar and creamer to his own, a bit of sugar and creamer to Virgil's, and a mere bit of sugar to Logan's, knowing that while the logical trait preferred the bitter taste, he could use a bit of sweetness this morning.

Logan accepts the mug with an awkward thanks, before he goes to walk past them. Virgil grabs his arm however, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Got somewhere to be, teach?" he asks, a hint of amusement shining through his gravelly morning voice. Logan hated the fact he found that hotter than he should.

"My room," he responds, with a shrug, eyes glancing down at Virgil's crotch yet again, before he shakes his head and attempts to lightly tug his arm out of Virgil's hold. "I have some work to do, and I'd really enjoy being efficient and getting it done as soon as possible."

Hands wrap around his waist, slowly sliding over his sides before they clasp around his middle, Patton's front pressing against his back. "Why so early?" he asks, with a pout. "If Janus were here, he'd advise you to take a break. You already work so hard." His voice softens as the sentence carries on, eventually leading him to whisper in Logan's ear. He can't stop his face from going bright red.

"I do, but-"

"But nothing," Virgil interjects, with a roll of his eyes. He grabs the mug out of Logan's hand, before setting it on the table. "You deserve a break, and you sure as hell look like you need one. Lucky for you, Pat and I know plenty stress-relieving methods." He pushes himself away from the table entirely, and closer to Logan, leaning against Logan's chest as he buried his face in Logan's neck.

Logan wasn't used to this much contact, and when he feels both of their lips on his neck, he gasps, before wiggling slightly. The other two get the hint and back off, leaving Logan time to catch his breath.

"You okay?" Virgil says, after a few moments, clearly worried they may have came on too strong.

Logan nods, sucking in a deep breath, before going "is this going where I think it's going? Specifically down a sexual path?"

Virgil and Patton glance at each other over Logan's shoulder, before Virgil nods, as he's the one Logan can see.

"Does that mean I have permission to touch either, if not both of you?"

"Yes, you do," Patton responds, and Virgil is quick to nod and verbally agree afterwards, therefore supplying Logan with all the encouragement he needs to move forwards and pin Virgil against the kitchen table, wasting no time before bringing one of his hands to cup Virgil's cock through his jeans, while Patton's hands slither back around him.

Patton's hands are gripping at Logan's thick thighs and then back to his ass, before they trail up his shirt to teasingly play with his nipples, while Virgil's hands move to repay Logan and palm the logical trait's crotch in an attempt to provide him with friction as well. Logan, with little shame, attempts to grind against Virgil's palm.

"You guys did this on purpose, didn't you?" he grits out, Patton's hands pinching and twisting at his sensitive nipples while he speaks.

Virgil bites his lip, before looking towards Patton, who chuckles lightly. "Yeah, yeah we did this on purpose. Admittedly, it wasn't my idea, it was Virgil's, but we wanted to see how long we could do it before this got to you."

"There are many flaws in doing things that way."

Virgil shrugs, before he shifts his position working to unbutton Logan's pants, and Logan immediately moves to return the action once he realizes Virgil's doing it. Even Patton takes a step back and Logan can hear him shuffling out of his pants.

"Are we really about to do this in the kitchen?" Virgil inquires, while making no effort to stop himself from tugging Logan's pants down.

"I'm okay with it," Logan responds, and his breath hitches as Patton tosses a small bottle of lube onto the table beside them. Logan finishes working Virgil's pants off of him, before he helps Virgil hop onto the table, finally having a clear sight of Virgil's entire, half-hard cock due to his spread legs.

Before Logan can take hold of his cock, Virgil scoots even further onto the table, and Logan's momentarily confused, before he feels Patton's hands on his hips, and he's being ushered forward, and his chest is being pressed against the table; his cock pressed between the side of the table, and rubbed against that surface every time he moved at all.

Oh. Oh. He shivered with excitement, as Virgil scooted the lube over to him, and Logan hurriedly pours a small amount onto his hand before quickly stroking Virgil's cock to full hardness. He pushes the lube behind him, and Patton takes hold of it next, squirting some onto his fingers before he pushes a digit into Logan's ass. Logan gasps, and Virgil takes the opportunity to take hold of his own cock, and tap the head against Logan's bottom lip.

"Tap three times against my thigh if you want to stop at all, okay?" Virgil says, and Logan nods, looking up at Virgil as he opens his mouth wider, as if inviting Virgil to use his mouth.

Virgil takes the opportunity, his hand tangling in Logan's hair as he guides the logical trait down his cock, Logan eagerly licking and suckling on the cock head in his mouth. One of his free hands strokes the rest of Virgil's cock that's not in his mouth, while his other fondles Virgil's balls, drawing a low groan from the man.

A second finger is inserted into Logan's ass, and then he's being scissored open, Patton's other hand lovingly groping his thighs and ass. After a third fingered is entered, Logan whines, and attempts to rock back on the fingers, determined to get more pleasure.

Once that starts, though, Patton pulls his fingers out, earning a whine from Logan that sends pleasant vibrations down Virgil's cock. Virgil's hands tangle in his hair, pushing him down a bit faster, Logan swallowing around the length, before he felt the tip of Patton's cock poke at his hole. He squeezes Virgil's cock in anticipation, before his hand is moved away from the cock entirely as Virgil suddenly forces his head all the way down, Patton pushing into him at the exact same moment.

He jolts forward with a moan, as Patton rubs his hips. He was even bigger than Logan had estimated; Patton's usual big bulge in his pants was still somehow misleading. Logan would have to ask specific measurements on his - no, on both of their cock sizes. For scientific purposes, of course.

Virgil's hand was keeping his head down, so he could only really listen to Virgil's soft pants, and the way Patton mumbled quiet praises under his breath, his hands running over Logan's skin, and pushing up his shirt as much as he could.

Waiting just a moment, Patton presses a few distracting kisses to Logan's neck, before he pulls out slightly, and slowly thrusts back in, drawing a soft moan from Logan.

He'd tell Patton he doesn't have to go slow if he could use his mouth, but he can't, so instead he just tries to push back on Patton's cock and hope he gets the message.

Virgil's hand tugs at his hair, and Logan raises his head, before sinking down again, earning a breathy moan that makes Logan shiver. His tongue was running against the underside of Virgil's cock, licking up the dripping precum when he raised his head back to the tip, and causing Virgil to tug on Logan's locks.

"Damn, Logan," he moans out, pushing Logan's head down again. Logan could tell he was building up the confidence to face fuck him, based on the hesitant way he was guiding Logan's head up and down. "You're mouth feels so good around me. Wanted this for so long."

"We both have," Patton grunts out, as he pushes into Logan with a bit more force this time, earning a whine from Logan. "We should have just told you from the beginning, huh? But we didn't wanna be too forward. Too worried about scaring you off."

Which was absurd, considering Logan could never be driven away by a stupid question about whether or not he wanted to engage in sexual intercourse. Some people got horny and wanted sex; who was he to judge them for that? But he couldn't argue that he wished they'd been more forward instead of teasing him with their tight pants for so long.

Patton speeds up his thrusts, as Virgil starts confidently fucking his throat; his hips bucked into the heat of Logan's mouth, admittedly gagging him a few times, while Patton's hand comes to touch his much neglected cock, giving it slow strokes.

He lets out a cry around Virgil's cock when Patton touches his cock, only for Virgil to roughly shove his head down his cock, coming into Logan's mouth with a low moan. "Fuck Logan, swallow it. Swallow it all," he says, although it sounds more like a beg than a command. Logan obliges regardless, swallowing around Virgil's cock in an attempt to get it all down. Some spills down his chin, but he's quick to try and lick it all up the moment he pulls away.

Virgil scoots back more, and pets Logan's hair as Patton rapidly thrusts in and out of his ass. With his mouth now unoccupied, the duo could now hear Logan's moans clearly; his breathy voice panting out a mixture of their names and words like "harder" and "please!"

He suddenly lets out a cry of Patton's name, his nails digging into Virgil's thighs as he goes "right there! Don't stop, please!"

Patton curses under his breath, while Virgil glances away in an attempt to hide his red face. Somehow, Logan managed to fluster him more when not sucking him off.

Patton continues to ram into his prostate, causing Logan to cuss and moan with every thrust, scratching Virgil's legs as his head is thrown back in constant pleasure. And, well, Virgil can hardly help pulling him into a messy, salty kiss that Logan breaks multiple times with his moans and gasps.

His pathetic sounds were enough to fluster Virgil even further, and are what eventually push Patton over the edge, as he spills into Logan with a soft moan, panting soon after. His hand keeps working over Logan's cock until he eventually comes with a whine, semen spilling over Patton's hands and his thighs.

He lays against the table, attempting to catch his breath for a moment, before he gently pushes himself up off the table, and turns to Patton.

Before Patton can even ask if he's okay, Logan glances between them and says "can we go another round?" And who are the other two to deny him that.

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It had started with just innocent actions. A few quick pecks and loving gropes. But honestly, they should know by now how sweet, soft motions or actions lead to a bunch of horny feelings.

They were both so awkward, and so incredibly touch starved, that even the briefest of touches had them both flushed and moaning. Logan's tongue sliding past his lips made Virgil buzz with arousal for the next hour at least, and Virgil's hands palming Logan through his pants could have him coming within moments.

And yet, due to personal preference, they'd kept from traversing beneath the pants.

Under the shirt was fine - they constantly had shirts lifted up above their heads, with the other trailing shy kisses followed by hesitant bites down their chests, but under the pants had been too much.

And now, what was originally a short kissing session had turned into Virgil being pinned down, with Logan straddling his lips and grinding against him.

Logan's short, quick breaths were pouring endlessly from his mouth, and Virgil was moaning beneath him, hands squeezing Logan's lips and ass so he could pull Logan back against him every time he hesitated.

"Please," Virgil breathes out, and Logan cracks an eye open to stare at him, panting slightly.

"Please what?" Logan responds, his grinding never ceasing. It's a genuine question - both of them were to blunt to tease, but it still earned an embarrassed whine from Virgil.

He squeezes Logan's hips, before clarifying "please, don't stop. I'm so close, L."

Virgil's sole words have Logan flushing, and he speeds up his grinds as he bends over further, pressing his lips against Virgil's. Logan's tongue slips past Virgil's lips, before he bites Virgil's lip. The anxious traits hand was tangled in his hair, keeping his face pressed close.

Every time Logan had to pull away, Virgil would pull him back, their teeth clanking together before their tongues are pressing together yet again.

"Virgil," Logan pants. "Can I go under your shirt?" Receiving verbal confirmation, Logan jumps at the opportunity to roll up Virgil's shirt, before leaning down to trail kisses over Virgil's chest and pudgy stomach.

He sucks over Virgil's nipples, before nibbling around them, a bit too nervous to make a hickey, but wanting to nonetheless. He had before, but they both still worried about doing it wrong and accidentally hurting the other.

"Fuck, L," Virgil groans out, blunt nails digging into Logan's sides, as he grinds up for extra friction. "Please. Please- please!" He gasps, as his body tenses, and with a moan, he comes in his pants.

"Logan- Lo, baby," Virgil says, listening as Logan's quiet moans grew more and more frequent. "Come for me, please. Wanna watch your pretty face as you come."

Such bold words coming from the normally reserved side has Logan flushing, and moments later he comes in his own pants with a high whine, grinding again Virgil just a bit longer as he rides out his orgasm, before he comes to a halt, laying lax across Virgil.

Virgil's arms wrap around him, while Logan's head rests against his chest, listening to Virgil's heartbeat grow slower. Their breaths sync up, and it's calm for a moment. Blissful. Nice.

"I love you," Logan breathes out, so quiet he's unsure if Virgil even heard it, but moments later he hears Virgil's voice softly responding with "I love you too."

Logan smiles, and he's sure Virgil's smiling too, and they both enjoy the serenity of the situation for now, as if they choose not to acknowledge the fact they'll be doing the same thing again in just a few hours.

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Virgil sits on the edge of Janus's bed, while Janus stands in front of him, hands clasped behind his back. Despite the man's intimidating posture, he wears a soft smile on his face.

"You sure you wanna do this?" he asks; his eyes seemingly mimicking his gentle expression.

Was Virgil sure that he wanted to do this? Yeah. For the most part.

He had come into Janus's room a bit earlier, asking for a bit more clarification on the man's hypnotic abilities. Virgil figures he was the only one who knew Janus had them; it was something Janus had shared to him while Virgil was having a breakdown about his monster form.

He had just been rambling, and it slipped out. Virgil didn't know why Janus knew how to hypnotize, or why he learned, but he honestly didn't want to ask.

Probably for the best.

Janus had explained the basis of hypnosis, and then clarified that it only worked if the person was willing. If they weren't, the trigger simply just wouldn't affect them. If you didn't want to be hypnotized, you wouldn't be hypnotized.

So Virgil had asked if Janus could possibly give him a relaxing trigger, since he became quickly stressed and/or anxious, and tended to lash out when he was feeling that way.

Janus almost eagerly agreed to do so.

"Yeah, I'm sure," Virgil clarifies, clearing his throat, before giving Janus a small smile. But, that didn't last long. The idea of a relaxing trigger also brought on the idea of a... less relaxing, more... entertaining sort of trigger.

Janus raises his eyebrow at him, clearly being able to read Virgil's expression. The way his smile fell and his eyebrows furrowed in curiosity.

"Virgil?"

Snapping out of it, Virgil's cheeks flush in embarrassment, before he rubs the back of his neck. Well, he might as well ask. It's honestly not like Janus hasn't heard worse from him. "I was... well, I was wondering if you could also give me a trigger for... uh... pleasure?" Virgil finishes, face burning, as he looks down at his hands.

What? Listen, if Janus could make Virgil feel anything with just a word or touch, Virgil wanted to take advantage of that. Of course, that didn't make it any less embarrassing to ask, and he could only imagine the disgusted look on Janus's face.

It was such a strange question to ask, especially coming from Virgil. Just because they have their... moments, that doesn't mean that Janus would necessarily be completely okay with doing something like this.

Janus's silence doesn't do much to ease Virgil's growing anxiety, leaving him to fidget with his hands, attempting to ignore the urge to just die on the spot. Due to the tilted position of his head, he didn't see Janus grin.

"Sure thing, Virgil," the deceitful side then answers, rather teasingly, causing Virgil to scowl and glare up at him. Though, he doesn't look very threatening with bright red cheeks.

Janus just hums in response, taking a small step closer to Virgil, as his arms fall to his sides.

"Do you have a certain word or touch that you'd like your triggers to be?" Janus proceeds to ask, tilting his head to the side. "If not, we can just make them something basic."

"I don't," Virgil said. "Just do whatever. Have fun with them. I don't care." There was a possibility Janus could have him forget them anyway, so it'd be more exciting if Janus said something and suddenly Virgil was on his knees. Giving up control of his mind and body and putting both in the hands of his worst enemy admittedly makes his stomach churn in excitement.

Janus lets out a pleased hum. "Now, firstly, you need to relax," Janus says, rocking back and forth on his feet. "You need to trust me. This will only work if you allow it to. Okay?"

Despite the fact he was nervous, and despite the fact he'd never actually admit it, Virgil did trust Janus, and he wanted this to work. So, he takes a deep breath, and Janus watches as Virgil relaxes, shoulders drooping and slouching where he sat.

"Okay, now look at my hand." Janus pulls off the glove on his right hand, and then raises it up, and waves his fingers around. "Focus on my hand. Isn't it nice? I work out a lot, so my hands are rough. They're calloused. Regardless, they move with fluidity, do you see that?"

Ignoring the fact that Janus was basically worshiping his own hand, Virgil did what he said and he watched as Janus's fingers danced in front of his face. It was tempting to smack them, just for fun, but he resisted the urge, seeing as he wanted this process to work.

Virgil lets out an affirmative noise, and Janus grins. "Good. I use my hands for a lot of things. A lot of which go under-appreciated. I build things, I cook things. I can also touch things." His waving fingers pause for a moment, before his hand moves closer to Virgil's face.

"I'm going to touch your forehead with my fingers. You can't stop it, you can only watch and wait for the inevitable. I'll touch you, and you'll fall into a deep, deep trance."

Virgil's eyes were drooping, watching tiredly as Janus's hand moved steadily closer. He couldn't move; Virgil couldn't even think about anything other than the fact Janus was going to touch him. He couldn't stop it, he couldn't even delay the inevitable, and he loved it.

After a few moments of teasingly moving his hand closer, Janus touches his fingers against Virgil's forehead, the anxious side immediately slumping over. Luckily, Janus catches him before he falls off the bed, and he grins.

"Good boy," Janus praises him, despite the fact that Virgil was unconscious. "Now..."

Virgil wakes up a couple hours later, in his own room, slightly confused and dazed. He doesn't remember how he got here; ...did he sleep the whole day away? He checks his clock and groans, knowing that if he did he was going to get scolded for unhealthy habits, before he forces himself to get out of bed.

He trudges to the kitchen, in order to grab some water, before he runs into Janus.

"Hey there, Virgil," Janus greets him, with a grin. "Enjoy your nap?" His tone is teasing, but he seems genuinely curious. It doesn't keep Virgil from narrowing his eyes at him though.

"Sure," Virgil hisses out, rolling his head in an attempt to stretch his neck. He slept fine. At least, he thinks he did. Nothing memorable about it, which made sense considering it was sleeping. Janus's words seemed to hold deeper meaning to them, though, but before Virgil could question Janus on why he asked, Roman strolled into the kitchen.

"Oh, hi-ya, Virgil," Patton greets him, with a happy hum. "Do you have any ideas on what you want for dinner tonight?"

It was already dinner time?

"Uh- no. I don't have an opinion. Make whatever."

"You sure?"

Virgil can't help rolling his eyes, despite the fact Patton couldn't see it. "Yes, I'm sure." He swallows the spit in his mouth, drowsily grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. He still felt tired. It was earlier than he went to bed normally, but maybe he'd skip dinner just for tonight, in favor of sleeping for a few extra hours.

However, Janus seems to sense the fact he wants to sleep, as he suddenly announces "hey, I'm in the mood to watch a couple movies. What about you guys?"

"That sounds like a great idea!" comes Patton's thrilled response, followed by Virgil's bitter words of "I hate you."

"I didn't hear a 'no,'" Janus sings, before turning fully to Patton. "Can you go grab the others? I'll order some fast food or something, and we can get a movie started."

Roman nods, and grabs a granola bar, before running off to go find the other three, who're presumably in their rooms, leaving Virgil and Janus alone.

Janus doesn't immediately pull out his phone and call some place, like Virgil would immediately expect, and he dreads what he knows is coming.

"Does the idea of watching a movie together really bother you that much?" Janus asks him, playfully. Virgil was tempted to stomp over to him and dump his water on his head, but didn't in favor of drinking it. He may not like Janus, but apparently he didn't like dehydrating more.

Virgil takes a sip of his water, before screwing the cap back on. "Yeah," he answers, his nose scrunched up in disgust. It didn't actually bother him that much, but the idea that Janus suggested it still managed to annoy him.

He doesn't like Janus much. Or so he claims.

"Oh, come on," Janus says, standing up. He goes to wrap an arm around Virgil's shoulders, but Virgil quickly slaps his arm before he can, earning a laugh from Janus.

Virgil knows that he can't go back to his room at this point, as he'll just end up being dragged back out of it anyway in order to watch the movie, so he just stands there scowling.

"Just relax, it'll be fun!" Janus adds, leaning over Virgil and grabbing a bag of microwavable popcorn.

And, suddenly, Virgil's limbs felt heavy. He drew in a breath, leaning against the counter, as he blinked his eyes a few times. He felt tired, and his annoyance was eased, replaced with a wave of sleepiness. He would be more confused if he wasn't too busy feeling blissful nothingness.

Janus attempts to slide an arm around Virgil again, this time around his waist, and is met with no resistance whatsoever. He lets out a pleased hum, guiding Virgil to the couch, and letting him practically fall onto it.

"Careful, darling" Janus coos, as he pulls out his phone. His free hand reaches towards Virgil's mouth, where he swipes his thumb just under Virgil's lip. "You're drooling." Virgil just lets out a grunt of acknowledgement, and Janus smiles as he wipes Virgil's spit on his pants.

He glances towards the television, deciding he'll leave picking the movie up to the other three, before he quickly calls some nearby fast food place and walks into the kitchen to talk to them.

Patton comes strolling into the living room moments later, Roman and Remus by his side, and they only spare Virgil a glance, before Remus shouts "wow, thanks for picking a movie, Janus!" Sarcasm is clear in his voice, but he's honestly thrilled that this means he gets to choose now.

Patton takes a seat on the couch, near the other arm, leaving ample space between them for the other three males.

Remus and Roman bicker for a bit, before Remus quickly picks a random movie - something really only he will enjoy, before he falls next to Virgil on the couch, Roman deciding to take a seat next to Patton instead.

Janus comes back a moment later, only sparing a glance towards the television before pushing Remus over and taking a seat next to Virgil (much to Roman's dismay). He wraps an arm around Virgil's waist, Virgil humming in content as he leans slightly against Janus. He doesn't seem to realize, or care, that the other four could see him being affectionate with his proclaimed worst enemy.

Janus honestly doesn't care, and he never really has. He'd normally let Virgil live out his stupid little fantasy of them being rivals with deep-rooted hatred for one another, but if that were the case, he wouldn't be so willing to trust Janus and submit his mind and body to him.

Honestly, he shouldn't trust Janus, but he was stupid and horny so he'd do what he had to.

Janus's leaning close to him, his own head buried in Virgil's hair. Sure, he was missing the stupidly cute look on Virgil's face as he tried and failed to focus on the television, and Janus just wanted to make it harder for him.

"Doesn't it feel so good to relax," Janus coos, softly, and he feels the way Virgil's body relaxes even more; he goes from somewhat sitting up, to relaxing fully against Janus. "A nice contrast to your normal, stressful routine, huh. Nice, and relaxed..."

"And blank and obedient," Virgil finishes, in a quiet breath, and Janus smiles, quite pleased with himself.

Janus kisses the top of Virgil's head, muttering "good boy" under his breath, before he hums in consideration.

Well, he thinks Virgil deserved a treat.

"Virgil," Janus whispers. Virgil doesn't respond to his name, but Janus assumes the man could hear him. "You've been responding so well to my triggers; I think you deserve a reward, don't you agree?" He snaps, Patton, Roman, and Remus looking over at him at the action, which makes this all the more perfect.

"Mhmm," Virgil responds, as Janus pulls Virgil into his lap, the other four now watching them curiously. They had finally realized that Virgil was acting weird - his eyes were drooping and he slumped against Janus as if he was too tired to keep himself awake, but his eyes stayed opened and he reacted with positive hums and sweet groans as Janus massaged his hips and rubbed at his back.

"Good, good. It's good that you know when you deserve a treat. You're so very good for me. You remember our safewords, right?"

"Mhmm."

"Tell them to me."

The others watch with slow realization as Virgil states "red if I want to stop... and yellow if I want something to change."

"Good boy," Janus praises him, petting his hair. "I think you deserve some pleasure Virgil."

At the word 'pleasure,' Virgil suddenly moans out, grinding tiredly against Janus's leg. "Jan-Janus," he gasps, head resting against Janus's chest, as his tired eyes look over at the other four.

Patton's watching with a mixture of skepticism and interest, Roman glancing away only to look back at Virgil's tired and now quietly moaning figure, Logan was watching with intense curiosity (and Janus could spot the slight blush on his cheeks) and Remus was staring with a delighted grin, a hand already working to shamelessly palm himself to the sight.

"What're you doing to him?" Patton asks, with a hushed voice.

Janus merely grins. "I'm making him feel good," he responds, honestly. "Isn't that right, Virgil? Say I'm making you feel good."

"You're making me feel good," Virgil breathes out, accompanied by a quiet moan. "So, so good."

"Good boy," Janus purrs, gently petting Virgil's hair with one hand, while another guided his hips slowly back and forth over his thigh, causing Virgil to grind against him. "You see? He's alright, of course, we'd talked about this beforehand," Janus assures them. "He told me all about how he wanted to feel relaxed and pleasured, and I'm just working to help him feel that way."

Virgil's eyes roll back into his head as he moans - louder this time - gasping as he tries to form words, but his jaw doesn't move the way he wants it too.

He's getting to be too relaxed to think, but that's okay. Janus had him.

"Oh, kitten," Janus coos. "You're already submitting entirely, huh? I hardly had to say your triggers and you're drooling like a mutt." He tsks, grabbing Virgil's chin and easily tilting his head to the side, forcing him to look at the others.

"Look at them, all hard at the sight lf you. I bet you like the attention, at least like this. You're so relaxed in my arms. And the more you relax, the more you submit, and the more you submit, the more pleasure you feel."

Virgil sinks deeper into Janus's hold, limbs feeling heavy, but he has no desire to move them anyway. If not for Janus, Virgil would have stopped grinding his hips, pleasure already coursing through him at just the mere enunciation of his triggers.

"Janus, this is hardly the place to indulge in such... activities," Logan says, quickly smoothing out his shirt. Janus doesn't miss the way Logan attempts to squeeze his thighs together in order to hide his growing problem (pun intended).

Roman and Patton murmur in half-hearted agreement, while Remus bluntly admits "I think that it's super fucking hot" instead. Despite the light three's protests of it being weird or overtly sexual, none of them make an effort to move, and spend most of their time staring at Virgil's mostly limp and occasionally jolting body. His moans are quiet and barely audible, but they don't miss the way Virgil's eyebrows crease and his eyes squeeze shut.

His teeth are biting at his bottom lip, as his head falls against Janus's shoulder. Janus smiles softly as he tilts his head to press a kiss to Virgil's head.

"Admit it, Logan," Janus says, before humming, and correcting himself by saying "admit it, all of you. You guys love seeing Virgil all relaxed and pleasured."

Virgil moans, hips bucking, and with a coo Janus slides his hand down into Virgil's pants. He palm's him through his boxers, Virgil tiredly trying to grind up against it, letting out pleas that were too quiet or muffled to make sense. His incoherence is just met with more sweet words from Janus, who glances over at the others to make sure they're still watching.

Patton doesn't dare get off to the sight, and Roman doesn't out of sheer embarrassment, but Logan had already given up trying to pretend he didn't find this arousing and was palming himself to the sight, while Remus was unashamedly jerking himself off, torn between watching Virgil drool and looking at Logan's red face.

"Janus," Virgil whines, quietly, although it's enough to make Remus groan. Janus grins as he glances over at the other four.

"What do you want, Virgil?" Janus replies, teasing but soft, and it serves to make Virgil whimper. "Tell me what you want," Janus then commands him, his hand working more firmly over Virgil's boxers.

"Want to come, Jan," Virgil mumbles, blinking his eyes open and allowing Janus to adore the way Virgil's eyes roll back into his head; the pleasure he's feeling causing Virgil's body to lightly tremble in Janus's hold. "Please, please let me come. Need it."

"Oh, kitten, don't worry, I'll make sure you're completely relaxed and pleasured."

Virgil moans again, lazily rolling his hips against Janus's hand, breathing out his name with utter desperation. He trusted Janus would give him what he wants, but that doesn't mean Janus doesn't like to tease him a bit first.

After a few more moments, Janus begins "three..." and the four beside him perk up, while Virgil just moans a tad louder at the word. "Two... one. Come now." And around him, noises shoot up; Remus's delighted squealing, and Roman's dramatically loud moaning pierce his ears, and he can faintly hear Patton's high whines and Virgil's soft moans as he comes in his boxers. A glance at Logan shows he was biting his knuckles in order to keep himself quiet.

Then, the four of them collectively slump back against the couch, Virgil collapsing against Janus entirely, eyes blinking closed as he lets out a fully relaxed sigh, and Janus kisses his head. This is exactly what they'd both wanted.

Janus scoops Virgil up entirely, and Logan glances at him before he stands up himself. Janus would take care of Virgil in private, and Logan would work in order to make sure the other three were okay and taken care of. With a nod, and a kiss blown from Janus, the deceitful side walks off, Virgil subconsciously snuggling closer to him as he carries him to his room.

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Roman could be bearable sometimes. Very rarely could the logical side stand to be near the arrogant and overly jubilant creative side, but sometimes his compassion drove him to do sweet things that had even Logan smiling.

Like now, for instance, as Logan hums an old symphony, he moves quickly across the lab Roman had conjured up for him in the imagination.

It had been but a small quip from Logan about wanting a place that could remain undisturbed long enough for him to conduct his experiments, but Roman had heard it and nearly knocked Logan unconscious with how quickly he leapt on him.

While Logan would normally have his protests about going to the imagination, for a plethora of reasons (those ranging from his annoyance about the brother's seemingly never-ending war, to his distaste for how... unpredictable things in the imagination could be), he had to admit, the idea of peace and quiet was rather tempting.

So, here he was now, taking beakers of liquid from their places among racks in order to mix different chemicals together. After taking a cautious stroll through the imagination earlier, he had a surplus amount of plants and fruit that were indigenous to Thomas's mind only.

Some glowed, some smelled foul, and some even seemed to react to Logan's touch, but what he was most interested in were star-shaped fruits. They came in red and green, and were no doubt inspired by at least the name of the actual star fruits, but what was so weird about them was, while they all seemed ripe, some were massive (some even bigger than his head) while others were hardly the side of his palm.

He had cut one of the larger green ones open, and had been examining it closely. The juices inside made his hands tingle, and a part of him worried about the actual properties of the fruits and what harm they might do if ingested, but another part of him was insanely curious.

Perhaps he'd start with consuming a piece of the larger one, and follow it up with a bite of the smaller one? That way he could compare the taste differences, if there were any, and see if that factored into the strange way they grew. Maybe he should try one red and one green for each size too, just to make sure there was no difference besides the colour deviancy.

Examining a small piece of the larger fruit, Logan brought it up to his nose and sniffed it. Then he was back to peering at curiously.

No noticeable scent, although most fruits didn't usually have one either, but that seemed quite strange when laid out next to the twins. He knew they liked weirder things, and Roman at least would grow fruits with prettier scents. Strawberries that smelled like artificial strawberry shampoo, and apples that smelled suspiciously like that popular apple and cinnamon cereal; things weren't necessarily "realistic."

A major flaw, in Logan's opinion, but it provided him with strange things native only to Thomas's brain that he could study, and he enjoyed knowing that he was the first official person to make these discoveries (and potentially the only person, so long as another side didn't take up a knack for fixating on fruit).

With a hum, Logan skeptically brings the fruit piece to his mouth, and takes a bite of it. The juice is reminiscent of sludge, and there's no taste at all. Just a tingling feeling left over on his tongue once he swallowed it. He only eats about half of it, but it makes his stomach churn almost immediately.

He makes a displeased face as his stomach grumbles. That doesn't seem good...

Then he gets hit with a wave of disorientation, and he stumbles where he stands, before falling down entirely. He tries to catch himself on the table, but only serves in knocking some beakers down in the process, them crashing to the floor next to him. His stomach turns, and Logan wraps his arms around it in a weak attempt to ease the pain. His eyes are squeezed shut as he hisses in near agony, before the tingling sensation spreads across his entire body.

Suddenly, he feels his leg kick a table. Huh, he didn't notice he was moving it.

He cracks an eye open, only to bolt upright in shock as he realizes what's happening. He was growing! His stomach gurgled as he grew more and more, near doubling in size. Tables are knocked over, and a countless number of papers flitter to the floor, only to be ruined by chemicals shattering atop them.

He'd be more distressed by that if his head didn't hit the ceiling moments later, causing Logan to groan in pain. He tried to bend over, only for the growing to keep going, his feet pressing against the walls of his lab, until eventually the entire lab collapsed due to the supports being kicked down unintentionally. That in itself was enough to upset Logan, but the fact he didn't know why he was growing was upsetting too.

He stops after a minute or so, but by then the damage is done. His clothes are ripped and are in pieces next to him, and his entire lab is crushed partially beneath him. He sighs, wondering whether or not he could convince Roman to make him a new one at some point.

He doesn't have too long to think about that, though, as suddenly he hears a quiet "oh, my," below him. He looks down, eyebrows creased, only to be met with a small, trembling, familiar figure.

Logan's face softens, before he moves his position so his hand was moving to scoop the side up, earning a squeak.

"Logan!" he squeals, as the logical side brings the other closer to his face.

"Hi, Patton," Logan sighs out, as Patton clings to his index finger as if he was scared Logan would drop him. "What are you doing here?"

"Why are you giant?!" Patton responds, voice cracking. "Are you even my Logan? Or are you a clone that one of the twins made? I'm so confused."

Logan shushes him, rubbing his own head with his free hand. He sighs, after a moment, sliding his hand under his glasses in order to rub at his eyes, too. "Well..." he begins. "I'm confused, too. I'm not a clone; I am 'your' Logan, but I appear to have gotten myself in an unfortunate situation."

"Well, yeah, that's a bit obvious," Patton mumbles, finally relaxing ever so slightly in Logan's hand. He slides down so that he's sitting crisscross, although he still has his hands holding tight they can to the flesh on Logan's palm.

He wasn't that small compared to Logan - Patton was just about the size of Logan's entire hand. Admittedly, that wasn't that big either, but he was happy he wasn't smaller.

"How did this happen, anyway?" Patton asks, noticing the way Logan's eyebrows furrow in annoyance, clearly irritated.

The logical side groans, before answering "I think I ate some weird, native fruit that grows here in the Imagination. That, or one of my potions splashed atop me after a fell. After my stomach started hurting, everything became a literal blur. I was knocked off balance, and then I started to grow. And here I am now. Unreasonably big, and without a way to turn back." The more he spoke, the more distressed and irritated his voice became, until he was practically hissing out words.

Patton looks at him sympathetically, gently patting Logan's thumb that'd closed over his lap in order to give the moral side a sense of safety. He peers over the edge of Logan's hand nonetheless, though, seemingly growing more confident with Logan's hold on him the longer it seemed to go on.

"It's a shame your lab broke in the mist of you growing," Patton states, as if Logan wasn't already that upset about it. "Roman's a sweetheart though; I'm sure he won't mind."

Roman probably wouldn't, but Logan didn't exactly want to admit that the reason he needed another lab to be built was because he crew to the point of literally crushing his old one.

He'd want to ask Roman what the fruit was, though, and who's idea it was to make it. He probably should have gone to Roman first to ask if he knew what they did so that they didn't have an issue like this arise, but alas, Logan was convinced he had everything under control.

Solely thinking about it made him grit his teeth, and his expression of annoying was evident on his face, giving Patton a clear view into his feelings.

And if there was one thing Patton was good at helping other people at, it was distracting them from their negative feelings. Especially since just trying to give him a small bit of hope or mentioning the good that was still amongst the bad didn't seem to be working.

He taps Logan's finger, as he suddenly gets an idea. This causes Logan to look over at him, albeit with narrowed eyes. "What?" he asks, voice sharp. It was clear he'd already begun to try and think of a solution.

The tone of his voice makes Patton frown a little, but then he clears his throat and says "can you set me down please? Preferably... preferably on your thighs?"

Logan doesn't even question the request, moving to set Patton down, before Patton shakes his head and clings tighter to Logan's finger.

"Ah, I suppose I should be a bit more specific," Patton says, following it up with a light chuckle in an attempt to lighten the mood. "I was hoping you could set me on your... your bare thighs, ya know? Like... without your pants?"

"You want me to take my pants off?"

"Preferably your boxers too..."

Logan's eyes narrow. "Why?" he inquires, although the biting tone Patton expected was gone, replaced with sheer curiosity. Leave it to Logan to be distracted by weird requests, even when facing a large (pun intended) problem.

Despite the fact Patton was growing increasingly red in the face, he still knew he had to answer, so he squeaks out "I was kind of hoping to distract you... in a less than innocent method." Logan raises an eyebrow, so Patton continues, explaining "well, I know there's quite the size difference between us, but I'm not helpless! Let me help in the ways that I can and make you feel good. Pretty please, Logan?"

Logan looks hesitant, and almost equally puzzled about how this is meant to help him at all, but he sets Patton to the side, and works to get his own pants off.

Out of everyone, he wouldn't have expected Patton to offer to cheer Logan up like this, but whatever. A distraction was somewhat desired by him. As much as he'd rather think about solutions to the fact he was giant, he had to admit some momentary relief was an offer he couldn't just pass up.

Curse Patton for knowing just how to play to his repressed urges.

He sets his pants neatly to the side of him, and hardly hesitates to strip his boxers off of himself too. Patton sits in the rubble to the other side of him, watching eagerly as Logan's bottom half is revealed.

His face is red in anticipation, and even seeing Logan's cock makes him gasp. It's about an inch or so bigger than him, or at least that's what Patton estimates, and he can't help licking his lips at the sight.

Logan turns back to him once his clothes are neatly set to the side, and scoops him up again, before placing Patton on his bare, upper thigh like he requested.

Patton flushes as soon as he's set on the fat muscle, and at first he just pushes his hands into the meat, before laughing lightly.

"Wow... have I ever mentioned how pretty you are?" Patton asks, gazing up at Logan with a flushed face. He was trying to keep from staring at and drooling over Logan's cock, which was laying flaccid at the moment, so staring into Logan's less-than-amused eyes was what he'd opt to do instead.

Logan merely grunts in response to his words, though. He doesn't believe in the concept of cute, but he'd let Patton tell him whatever he wants just because in Patton's mind, he's helping Logan feel better.

He places a few kisses to Logan's thigh, before he stands up best he can, and walks closer to Logan's cock. Looking out for his safety, Logan takes hold of it and squeezes his thighs together beneath him, allowing Patton to stumble that bit closer.

He has no shame in this situation, but Patton looked like he might just die due to how red he was. Despite that, he immediately leans towards Logan's cock, and kisses over the shaft.

The heat radiating from it makes him flush, and in a moment of sheer confidence, he sticks his tongue out and drags it against the side.

Logan hardly feels it, but just knowing what Patton's doing makes his cock twitch in interest. He'd never imagined having Patton doing something so dirty to him of all people, but he's surprisingly into it.

Patton's breath hitches when Logan's cock gets harder, growing in arousal, and he knows he's already hard in his own pants.

His arms wrap around Logan's shaft, and his face is pressed into it, tongue dragging along the side as he squeezes and lowers his body, attempting to give Logan a mock handjob. Rubbing against Logan's cock also provided him friction to his own hard-on.

Logan's cock stiffens in his grasp, and after a few moments of Patton rubbing himself shamelessly against it, he's fully hard, and Patton's proud to hear a few gasps slipping from Logan's mouth.

As much as he hated to say it, Patton was right. This was a good distraction, and Patton performed almost as if he's done this before.

Or at the very least thought about it.

Patton was squeezing nearly as hard as he could - his arms wrapped best they can around his cock in order to rub him, and it provided pleasurable friction to Logan.

Logan had the brief thought of rubbing Patton against his cock himself, but he supposed he could let Patton take care of him like he requested.

His cock leaks with precum, and Patton eagerly licks it up when it drips near him. It soaks his shirt and glasses, and Patton slides his arms it, before re-wrapping his arms around the length, smiling at how much easier he was able to rub.

As much as he's trying to focus on giving Logan pleasure, he can't help his own grinding against Logan's cock in order to provide pleasure to himself.

Logan moans as he attempts to keep his hips planted and not accidentally buck Patton right off of his lap, while Patton's tongue drags across his cock in both an attempt to taste more of Logan, and to provide the logical trait with more pleasure.

"Patton," Logan gasps out, and Patton moans at the sheer sound. "Making me feel good, Patton. You feel so, so good."

"Oh, Logan, Logan," Patton moans in response, grinding more feverishly against Logan's cock.

One of Logan's fingers was in his own mouth, alternating between biting his knuckle to keep himself quiet, and praising Patton for making him feel good. His worry and anger over the unknowns surrounding why he had grown were discarded in favor of focusing on the heat pooling in his stomach.

"Patton- Patton I'm close," he states, through breathy pants. "Want me to move you and finish myself off?" He didn't know how appreciative Patton would be about Logan coming on him, but Patton immediately squeezes tighter around his cock and shakes his head.

"No, no, please, please finish on me," Patton begs, his voice desperate. "Please, Lo; I wanna know I've made you feel good. Please."

His own grinding had become desperate, and he was just barely trying to hold himself back and wait for Logan to come first, although he could feel himself leaking pathetically into his boxers, which were wet from Logan's precum, and was hoping Logan would come soon.

"Come for me, Logan, pretty please," Patton near begs, drooling and licking relentlessly at Logan's cock. "Come on me. Please, please, please!"

And Logan can hardly deny him that. The arousing sight of Patton constantly rubbing and mouthing over his cock paired with the pleasure said rubbing and mouthing provided had brought him close, but Patton's words are what drive him over the edge, and he comes with a loud moan of Patton's name all over said moral side.

Patton rubs him through his orgasm, up until Logan's come drips overtop him, which prompts him to scramble away and onto Logan's thighs, where he ends up licking his hands and scooping some of Logan's semen off his face.

He rubs himself through his pants for mere seconds before he comes in his boxers moments later, and then falls fully lax against Logan's thigh.

He's breathing heavily, but he shifts when Logan moves. He wipes the come off of his glasses and his face best he can, before sliding them off in order to get a clear few of Logan pulling off his shirt.

If his face could be anymore red, it would be, but Logan doesn't seem fazed at all. Besides the light pink on his cheeks, and the semi-heavy way he was breathing, he didn't look like he just got done doing something sexual.

Logan gently scoops Patton into his hand, and using his shirt he wipes Patton down. He's surprisingly gentle with the moral trait, as he makes sure he's completely clean, before he pulls Patton's clothes off of him with careful precision. He then wipes Patton down again just to be sure he's not going to end up covered in dried come, and then wipes himself down, before setting Patton on his lower stomach so he can at least pull his boxers up.

He then scoots away from the rubble he'd created, and sighs softly as he looks at it, grabbing his folded pants as he backs into the grass.

It was just a lab; he could always ask Roman to make him a new one.

But, for now, Patton looked as if he might just pass out, and Logan could use a rest himself to aid in calming himself down and helping him decipher what exactly he was going to say to Roman, and how he was going to ask for his help.

He puts his pants behind his head, and lays back on it like a makeshift pillow, while he cups Patton in his hands and holds him against his chest. Patton happily snuggles into the warmth (and tries to ignore the fact that he's laying against Logan's bare chest), and he's out in a matter of moments, comforted by Logan's hands cupping his body and the steady and rhythmic sound of his heartbeat.

Logan follows soon after, drifting off into blissful slumber, and smiling softly in his sleep at the feeling of Patton cuddling happily into him.

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"Logan!" Roman whines, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's waist. His head rests against Logan's upper back. If he stands on his tiptoes, then he can place a kiss against Logan's neck but nothing more than that.

Logan doesn't bother turning around from where he's standing at the counter, digging though cabinets searching for food, or jam. He thinks they're interchangeable in all honesty, and while Roman would normally agree to humor him, right now Logan's hunger was getting in the way of his boyfriend spending time with him!

"What do you want, Roman?" Logan asks, sounding quite tired. Initially, Roman would be hurt by Logan's indifferent and somewhat exasperated tone, but he's come to learn that that's just how Logan is.

He loves him, he's just really bad at expressing it.

However, that means Roman's not fazed by Logan's tone, and instead just stands up on his tip toes to just barely press a couple kisses to Logan's neck.

Curse him for being so tall.

"I want attention," Roman says, heels falling back to the floor with a thump. "Didn't we eat like an hour ago?"

"You ate an hour ago," Logan corrects him, closing the cabinet. "I've been studying for finals since morning, which is what I told you I'd be doing." He turns on his feet so that he's fully facing Roman, who smiles at Logan as Logan blankly stares down at him.

"Yeah, but finals are boring." Roman hums as he wraps his arms around Logan's mid-section, pressing a few kisses to his chest through his shirt. "We should do something else instead! It's not like you need to study anyway."

Logan sighs. "Do you want my momentary attention?" he asks, which results in Roman rapidly nodding. "Tell me your colour, then," Logan follows up with, which results in Roman going bright pink.

When he asked for attention, he didn't expect Logan to take it in this direction. Logan hardly went this direction for anything!

"Green- Green," Roman states, confidently, and Logan merely stares at him for a moment, before Logan's hand is suddenly wrapped around his throat. He's squeezing tightly, and Roman goes week in the knees, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he holds to Logan's wrist. Logan takes a few step forwards, forcing Roman back, until Roman's shoved against the wall, Logan's hand squeezing tighter.

Roman's head knocks against the wall, near trembling where he stands, with Logan staring at him like he's practically worthless.

And Roman loves it.

"I'll give you attention after I grab something to eat, okay?" Logan says, even though he knows Roman can't answer. "It'll keep you quiet while I study anyway." After a few more moments, he finally releases Roman's neck, leaving the shorter gasping for air.

Logan leaves him like that - shaking in adrenaline and arousal, and sucking in large gulps of air, as he casually makes his way back to the cabinets. Roman watches him, with his thighs pressed together, as Logan's face lights up in a small smile, and he pulls out a jar of jam.

Roman can faintly hear him say "ah, here it is," before he grabs the bread and plugs in the toaster.

It's basically torture watching Logan tediously making himself food. He's precise with making sure that his bread is toasted perfectly, and that his jam is spread evenly along each slice (eagerly and none-too-discretely licking the jam off of his knife), before he sits down to eat.

Roman wants to whine when Logan sits down at the table, phone in hand, no doubt scrolling through an informational article or something of the sort to stimulate him while he ate.

He knows Logan's teasing isn't intentional, but he feels like his boyfriend is depriving him on purpose, immediately after riling him up. Curse Logan for knowing just how to get to him, although he couldn't exactly complain.

He falls into the chair next to Logan with a pout, but Logan doesn't even spare him a glance.

"Logan," Roman whines, resting his head against the table as he stares at Logan slowly eating his food. "Logan! Can't you hurry up," he pleas, only for Logan to chew slower, shooting him a playful look, that causes Roman to dramatically jut his bottom lip out.

By the time Logan's finished his toast, licked his fingers clean, and washed his dishes, Roman's leaning against him and near begging. He's desperate for attention, especially after Logan used one of his own kinks against him, and Logan keeps making up excuses - supposedly - to make him wait.

But... that gives Roman an idea. As Logan goes to brush his crumbs off the table, Roman leans against the counter, tries to ignore the creeping embarrassment he's getting just from thinking about this, and let's out an over-exaggerated whine of "sir!"

He watches with a smirk as Logan tenses up, fingers grasping the edge of the kitchen table.

Knowing that Roman has at least gotten his attention, he says "sir, please!" His face is flushed at his own words, and he knows what this does to Logan, but he's desperate for some action with his boyfriend, and if this is how he has to behave in order to get it, then so be it.

He watches Logan turn around, a raised eyebrow and a pink flush on his face. He's trying to keep himself composed and in control, in typical Logan-like fashion, and the way he stalks towards Roman makes him tremble with anticipation.

"Can't even let me finish cleaning up, huh?" Logan says, voice low, and Roman can't help pushing away from the counter and moving towards Logan, only for Logan to scoop him up into his arms. Roman's a lot smaller, but Logan's strong regardless, and he loves being carried around by Logan.

Roman playfully pouts, although he does press a kiss to Logan's lips as Logan carries him from the kitchen and towards their room. His kisses draw a smile onto Logan's face, and Roman can help swooning at the mere sight.

He's unceremoniously tossed on the bed by Logan mere seconds later, his boyfriend quickly working to undress himself. Roman likes seeing that his boyfriend is just as excited by this as he is. Roman doesn't need to be told to do the same, as he's already tugging his clothes from his body.

They're tossed to the floor unceremoniously, before Logan grabs the lube from the nightstand and climbs onto the bed, Roman spreading his legs as he nears.

Logan works to lube up his fingers, scooting ever closer, as he teases one finger at Roman's hole. Roman whines, before he gasps as Logan suddenly pushes the finger into him, his free hand sliding up Roman's chest, before wrapping around his neck.

Roman whines out "sir," before Logan suddenly applies pressure, and he lets out a choked off moan as Logan adds a second finger, stretching Roman open.

"This is the kind of attention you were hoping I'd give you, wasn't it?" Logan says, voice slightly playful but mostly genuine. "You can claim that you enjoy movies and walks to the park, but ultimately you just want to come back to our bedroom at the end of the night and be pleasured, don't you?"

Logan eases up his hold on Roman's neck so he can answer, and Roman immediately moans out "yes, sir! That is what I want, sir, you're all that I want!"

Logan softens for a mere moment, before he gently says "all you need to do is ask."

Roman can infer that he means in general, but in this situation, it just makes him more desperate to beg. "Please, sir," he whines, as Logan's fingers brush up against his prostate. "I'm stretched enough. I need your cock in me, sir." His face heats up at his own words, but he knew he was practically irresistible, and he could tell by the way Logan bites his lips that he agrees.

His fingers slip out of Roman, wiping them on the sheets, and he takes hold of the lube once more. He quickly lubes up his cock, before lining up with Roman's entrance, taking a moment to rewrap his hand around Roman's neck, before he slowly pushes inside, Roman letting out a strangled groan as Logan lightly applies pressure.

"Sir!" he gasps out, eyes rolling back into his head as Logan comes to a stop. His patience prevents him from starting off immediately, but the way Roman was whining and trying to grind back against his cock showed how much he wanted to be ruined.

Despite that, Logan waits a few moments before starting up his thrusts, much to Roman's dismay.

Sometimes he wishes his boyfriend was a lot less caring, but he supposed it was sweet of him to want to make this as painless as possible. Even though Roman used enough toys on himself to not really need the time to adjust.

Logan starts off slow, teasingly applying pressure to Roman's neck as he pulls halfway out, and then slowly pushes back in, which Roman would complain about if Logan wasn't currently squeezing his neck.

HIs boyfriend's big hand wrapped around his neck and squeezing every time he thrusts in.

Logan's know-it-all nature, and Roman's high libido, leads to Logan knowing exactly where to aim after just a few gentle thrusts that makes Roman's body jolt. His hands hold tight to Logan's wrist, holding tighter when Logan hits his prostate, and he lets out a high strangled moan that makes Logan grin.

Logan's thrusts speed up, nailing Roman's prostate over and over, as he leans over Roman to kiss his breathless lips. Roman's drool smears over Logan's mouth, as Logan continues to fuck and choke him, while sliding his tongue into Roman's mouth. Roman can't help the breathless whines and stuttering moans that slip past his lip, and said noises just make Logan squeeze his neck even tighter. His thrusts get rougher, and he pulls back from Roman's mouth with a groan, but his pace and accuracy never falter.

Roman could tell he's getting close; Logan didn't tend to announce it, but Roman could see in the way he was moaning quietly under his breath, and how his eyes rolled back when they opened, and Roman was in the very same boat.

Seemingly sensing this, or just trying to stimulate Roman more, Logan's free hand begins stroking his cock, which causes Roman's back to arch in pleasure. Logan eases up his pressure on Roman's throat, allowing Roman to pathetically whine out "sir! I'm so close, sir! You make me feel so- so good!"

And that drives Logan over the edge. He buries himself deep inside of Roman and comes, thrusting throughout his orgasm in order to ride out the high and continue pleasuring Roman, while his hand works faster.

"Come on, Roman. Come for me," Logan coaxes, through his breathy pants, and he squeezes Roman's neck which causes him to come with a choked off moan, back arching as he comes over his chest. Logan pumps his cock through his climax, before he pulls both of his hands away, and stares down as Roman's eyes fall shut, taking in heavy breaths.

"I'll start a shower for us in a moment, but are you satisfied?" Logan asks, which earns a quiet laugh from Roman.

"Yeah, yeah," the shorter answers, waving his hand. "When you finish studying, promise to come cuddle with me? Even if I'm already asleep."

Logan nods, leaning down to press to Roman's head, which earns a dorky smile from the latter. "I promise," Logan assures him, before he pulls out, and goes to start the shower.

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"This is stupid," Logan says, tempted to rip the blindfold covering his eyes off. He left it be, however, for now at least, as he didn't want to upset Remus.

Remus had insisted that he wear it, not wanting to, quote unquote ,"spoil the surprise."

"It's a surprise," Remus responds, and Logan can hear the sheer grin in his boyfriend's voice. "Trust me, it'll be fun!"

"Most of your surprises end in us fucking."

Remus cackles, as he squeezes Logan's hand almost painfully. Yet, Logan takes comfort it the painful grip. "And this one's not any different!"

"But why the blindfold?"

"I already told you why," Remus replies, rolling his eyes despite the fact Logan couldn't see him. "Besides, you like being blindfolded."

Logan merely purses his lips, and finally shuts his mouth. He hears Remus laugh again, as the intrusive side knew he was right.

Logan hears a door open, and Remus suddenly lets go of his hand. After a bit of silence, he feels Remus's warmth behind him, before Logan's blindfold falls to the floor, and Logan's eyes squint as he adjusts to the light.

He fixes his glasses, before taking in the fact they're in the bathroom, and then noticing what Remus has planned.

The bath was filled with white liquid, presumably milk, judging by the multiple empty gallons near the back wall, but one could never be completely sure. Along the floor were many unopened boxes of Fruit Loops, as well as one box with a sticky note on it that read 'Eat any of this, and you die - Janus' There was also a bottle of lube sitting near the sink.

Remus grins, playfully nudging him. "Well?"

"Well? Remus, if you're proposing what I think you're proposing, then this may be one of the weirdest things we'll ever do," Logan says, narrowing his eyes, as he surveys the situation again, trying to imagine exactly how this will go.

"So, you're gonna do it with me then?" Remus asks, sounding overly hopeful. It sounded like Logan was implying he'd be down to do it.

Logan sighs. Curse his experimental nature. "Yes, Remus. I'll indulge you in your weirdly specific fantasies." He side eyes the bathtub. This was definitely going to be a new experience, and one that was going to feel extremely weird.

Remus, seemingly picking up on Logan's curiosity, speaks to assure him. "Don't worry, nerd. If you don't like it, we could always just stop and enjoy a nice breakfast together. I packed spoons in a basket under the sink."

"It's almost midnight," Logan points out, raising his eyebrow.

"A nice midnight snack together."

The logical side snorts, a bit more relaxed at Remus's dorkiness.

"Okay, Remus," Logan says, rolling his eyes, as he lifts his arms and allows Remus easier access to take his clothes off of him. Remus immediately jumps at the opportunity, and quickly works to tear Logan's casual long-sleeved shirt off of him.

"It'll be just like we're bathing together!" Remus exclaims, tugging Logan's sweatpants down, pausing every once in a while to place kisses to his Logan's stomach or thighs, but after a few nips he grows somewhat impatient and tears them the rest of the way off.

"Bathing, except the bath is full of cereal and milk," Logan states, which makes Remus snicker.

"And eventually semen!"

"The urge to kick you is overly tempting."

Remus grins up at him, winking as he states "I'd be into that."

Logan snorts, standing back and eyeing the bath after Remus was done undressing him, and occasionally glancing towards Remus as the man quickly tugs his own clothes off.

He lets out another sigh when he sees him fully nude, unashamedly looking him up and down as he appreciates Remus with his eyes. Remus does the same for a quick moment, and his hands flex with the urge to squeeze Logan's pudgy love handles or mark up his chubby thighs.

With a slight shake of his head, Remus grabs the lube and steps right into the bath, not hesitating for a single moment. He sets the lube on the rim of the tub, before making grabby hands at Logan, silently pleading him to join him. Logan rolls his eyes again, before carefully stepping into the bath, until he eventually lets himself sink all the way down in the milk.

Remus immediately smiles, wrapping his arms around Logan's waist and pulling him closer so that his back was pressed to Remus's chest. Logan relaxes against Remus's warmth, content with cuddling for now.

Remus tucks his face into Logan's neck, placing light kisses along the expanse of skin, before he bites into the skin, earning a gasp from Logan. Remus licks over the blood drawn from his sharp canines, and then sucks over the mark, eager as always to mark Logan up. Logan lets him, obedient tilting his head to the side in order to allow Remus to suck more marks into his skin, eliciting soft gasps and quiet moans from him, as Remus's hands work to run over his stomach and thighs, squeezing the fat and occasionally scratching lightly at the skin.

This carries on until Logan finally clears his throat, and asks "when are we gonna add the cereal?" He lets the question float around for a few seconds, before adding the uncharacteristic comment of "because this milk might curdle due to how hot you are."

Remus grins as he pulls away from Logan's neck, squealing in glee as he states "that was so cheesy."

Not willing to let Remus dwell on his sappy sentiment, Logan curtly replies "this milk will be too if you don't hurry up." He disliked dawdling anyways.

Remus rolls his eyes, before reaching over the side of the bathtub in order to open one of the boxes of cereal. Once he cracks open the box, and opens the bag within, he raises it over his head and dumps it out primarily onto Logan's head.

"What the fuck?" Logan hisses out, as he turns in Remus's lap, letting his hands rest of Remus's chest as he glares at the man. One should be more concerned by the slight loudness in his voice, considering that the others are asleep nearby in their own rooms, and they could walk in on them at any point.

Remus, picking up on this, grins. "Logan, you might want to keep your voice down," he coos, motioning towards the door. "Wouldn't want to wake the others, now would you?"

"I suppose not," Logan mumbles. "We both know how they'd react if they caught us, and how quickly they'd alert the others with their overdramatic screams."

Remus chuckles, as he tosses the empty box to the side and opens the other one. "Exactly!" He dumps that one in afterwards, dumping it over Logan's head just like he did the other one. It makes Logan frown as he lifts his glasses up, allowing some of the fruit loops that had gotten stuck to fall through, causing Remus to snicker, before he leans forward to press a kiss to Logan's lips.

He opens another box after that, and goes through the majority of them so that the two of them are currently bathing in a near equal cereal to milk ratio. Remus occasionally plucks some of the dryer cereal up and pops it into Logan's mouth, who surprisingly accepts it without complaint, and only leans in to kiss Remus afterwards so Remus can lick around his mouth and taste the aftermath of the fruity cereal. The lingering taste amuses him, and he eventually ends up dipping one of his hands past the cereal and into the milk, before dragging it back up over Logan's waist and chest, until eventually gripping his chin and forcing him closer.

His thumb snakes up to brush across Logan's bottom lip, and Logan opens his mouth obediently to take Remus's fingers into it. He sucks the milk from his fingers, trying to ignore the fact they've both been sitting in this liquid and it's probably full of their germs.

Remus pulls them out after a moment, before urging Logan's hips up. Even on his knees, Logan was barely floating above the cereal within, and Remus grins as Logan's ass and cock are once again exposed.

He grabs the lube from the side of the tub and pours some of the lube over his fingers, before running his slick fingers over Logan's cock. Then, he slides them back and tease them at Logan's hole, before he pushes them both inside side by side. They slip in with unsurprising ease, and Remus is really only stretching him to be a tease. Logan's hands grip Remus's shoulders as Remus's fingers work quickly in and out of him. He's gasping and trying to grind down on Remus's fingers, and Remus grins as he decides to push in a third.

Logan moans as Remus's fingers thrust up against his prostate, his body jerking forward, and Remus's free hand comes to slowly stroke Logan's cock. A fourth finger pushes into Logan moments later, and all four come to rub and thrust against his prostate, earning increasingly loud moans.

Remus has half a mind to tell him to keep quiet, but the thought of someone walking in on them and being completely baffled over what they're doing was quite amusing, so Remus wouldn't mind if someone accidentally caught them.

He knows Logan wouldn't mind other, which is why he doesn't try harder to keep himself quiet. His glasses slide halfway down his face, so Remus takes the honor of plucking them off his face and tossing them carefully to the bathroom mat.

Logan squints his eyes, but doesn't complain, as he was too busy whining to care.

After a bit of fingering, Remus pulls his fingers out of Logan's hole, and his hand falls away from Logan's cock, depriving him of any stimulation for the time being. He grabs the lube again and ushers Logan away for the time being, at least.

He lifts his own lower half out of the water in order rub lube over his own cock, and then urges Logan closer. He keeps himself lifted up with a hand on the wall and a hand on the rim of the tub, and Logan takes care in straddling him, before carefully sinking down on his cock, and Remus sinks back down into the cereal and milk after his cock is fully inside Logan.

Remus shifts his hips, getting comfortable in the liquid, before his hands dip under the milk to rest against Logan's hips. A couple fruit loops are stuck to Logan's stomach and Remus's chest, and slowly slide down as they rest, both of them staring intently into each others eyes.

Being so close, Logan can see Remus's happy features, as he stares at Logan with a mixture of adoration and pure attraction, pupils occasionally darting down to scan over Logan's chest and stomach.

His genitalia was covered by the milk and the top layer of fruit loops, but Remus was attracted to all of Logan, and as he aids Logan in raising his hips, he's squeezing and groping Logan's lower thighs and love handles.

When Logan slams himself back down, the milk in the bath sways, as milk splashes up against the rim of the tub and the lower wall. Logan grimaces, grinding slowly against the base of Remus's cock.

"What if milk gets into my ass?" Logan questions, although it's a bit too late to be asking these questions.

Remus doesn't seem bothered though, as he pulls Logan in for a kiss. "We can shower afterwards. I know how much you value hygiene, anyway. Although I don't understand the appeal. Sweaty and musky is such a good way to smell, and I personally enjoy when you smell like fresh sex."

"Of course you would," Logan states, raising his hips again. "But I appreciate you putting my value for proper hygiene above your tendency to neglect bathing for days on end."

Remus gives him a lopsided grin. "Well, of course, Lo! Besides, I could always fuck you after this anyway and get you smelling like sweat and sex again without the chance of milk being stores up your ass," he states, as if that's a better option. And that sounds appealing too.

Logan brings his hips back down, Remus's nails digging into his sides as he does so. He lets out a breathy moan, forehead pressed against Remus's, as his lips hover just barely above Remus's.

They form a steady rhythm of Logan bouncing on his cock with help of Remus's hands aiding him up and forcing him down, as milk and fruit loops splash over the other surfaces. Some stick to the walls and slowly slide down them, while others hit the rim of the bathtub or pour over the side. Some of the milk is splashed by such force that it hits their clothes.

Logan's moans increase in volume when Remus's cock hits his prostate, his back arching as his nails dig deep into Remus's shoulders. Red scratches form on his body, as Remus tightens his hold on Logan's hips, slamming him down with an increasing amount of force and thrusting up to forcefully hit his prostate over and over, milking pathetically loud moans from him in response.

"Remus," Logan moans out, as one of Remus's wet, milk covered hands slide up into his hair, and eventually pull him closer so their lips are touching, and they both moan as Logan clenches around Remus's cock, and as Remus bites and tugs at Logan's lips.

They were making a mess of milk and cereal as Logan bounced with more force, constantly forcing himself hard only Remus's cock and jolting with each thrust against his prostate, all while Remus is holding his head close by his hair, their tongues sloppily pressing against each other as they kiss with no real rhythm.

Logan eventually manages to pull away in order to just barely gasp out "Remus- Remus I'm close," which earns a moan from Remus as he just hears how pleased Logan sounds.

"Come for me, Logan," Remus encourages, nails lightly scratching at Logan's head as he pulls him closer again, groaning against his lips as he feels Logan's hole clamp down on his cock, and as a small stream of Logan's come breaks the surface and just barely squeezes through the top layer of mostly soggy fruit loops.

The logical side whines against Remus's lips as Remus continues thrusting and guiding Logan's hips onto him, until he eventually finishes into Logan, his come mixing with whatever milk may have accidentally been fucked into his ass in the process.

They sit there for a few moments, pulling away so they can both catch their breaths, before Remus lifts Logan up and allows his cock to slide out of him. He reaches past him, as Logan leans his head against Remus's shoulder, and allows Remus to drain the bathtub, before he stands them both up, pulls the curtains, and starts the actual shower.

He helps Logan wash up, and aids in cleaning the come and potential milk out of him, before aiding Logan in drying up and even scooping him up after Logan gathered their clothes and his glasses in his arms.

Neither of them bothered to clean up all the actual, soggy cereal still laying against the now-drained bath, knowing full well they'd have to explain this to the others tomorrow. But that was a problem for another day.

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A heavy weight plopping itself onto Logan's midsection is what wakes him up. He's confused at first, before the blurry sight of someone atop him comes into view, illuminated only by the small amount of light leaking into his room from the hallway.

Logan groans as he reaches over to the nightstand and grabs his glasses, sliding them onto his face. He also sneaks a glance at the clock while he's looking that way, and sees that it's two in the morning.

He looks back to the figure on top of him, who's now rolling their hips against Logan, and sees that it's none other than Remus.

Specifically, a naked Remus, who's tentacles are out and writhing, and Logan can see that they're even leaking, drops of whatever substance that is getting over Logan's shirt and his sheets.

"What do you want, Remus?" Logan asks, voice groggy. At the sound of his voice, Remus's crimson eyes snap open, and his tentacles all seem to freeze mid-air. He lets out a mix between a laugh and a pant after a moment though.

"My- my tentacles," he stammers out, still grinding against Remus's body. The tentacles sprouting from Remus's back, and the one between his legs, go back to squirming. Although now they move towards Logan, feeling over his calves and lower thighs, while Remus's tentacle cock uncoordinatedly rubs at Logan's boxers.

"Your tentacles?" Logan inquires, needing more than just that as an answer.

"They need to breed," Remus explains, in between short breaths. "I need to breed. I need to pump my eggs into you, my nerdy fucktoy. Fill you up and breed you so good. My tentacles are all practically bursting with eggs and I need to empty them inside of your tight hole."

Logan's face was pink, but he just sighs as he asks "at two-am? You couldn't wait?"

Remus rapidly shakes his head, before he leans down so that he and Logan's lips were almost touching. "Please? Pretty please, Logan? Let me fuck and breed you, baby, come on!"

"Hush, Remus," comes another voice from the doorway, and Remus snaps his head towards the voice, slightly unhappy someone was disturbing his precious time with Logan.

The silhouette of the figure steps into the room, and as he moves closer, it's revealed that it's Janus (sans hat and cape).

He strolls up next to Logan, and clicks on the lamp on his nightstand. Janus barely glances towards Remus, before looking back at Logan. As Logan stares back, and scans over his body, he can tell that Janus is very hard in his pajama pants.

"Not you too," Logan says, receiving a soft laugh in return.

"I'm afraid I don't have much of a choice in the matter," Janus states, eyes shining with amusement. "I need to empty my eggs and, well, you're the only one around who doesn't experience this."

"Piss off, J-anus," Remus growls. "I got here first!" Remus pulls Logan up by his shoulders, his arms and tentacles wrapping around him and holding him against Remus's chest. The substance they're covered in is seeping through the material of his shirt, and the skin on his back gets weirdly hot and sensitive.

The tentacle between Remus's legs is doing the same thing to his crotch. It's been rubbing at his boxers, and now the liquid is seeping through, making Logan's cock uncomfortably hard and leaking.

Janus tuts, as he crawls on the bed and moves behind Logan, wrapping his arms around Logan's midsection, and burying his face in Logan's neck. His teeth are trailing over the skin there, but he's staring at Remus.

"He belongs to all of us," Janus reminds him, with a hum. "You have to learn to share."

Remus narrows his eyes, only for Janus to nibble on Logan's earlobe, whispering "can I bite you, darling? Inject you with venom? You know it'll feel so good."

Logan's breath hitches at the mere thought, and he's quick to nod and blurt out "yes, please."

With a grin, Janus doesn't hesitate to bite down, Logan gasping as his skin is broken by Janus's fangs, only to feel Janus's venom being injected into his body. He can hardly get out Janus's name before he begins feeling it's affects; his body grows increasingly hot, and his face flushes. His cock strains in his boxers, and as Janus's hands start to roam over Logan's body (or, more specifically, the places that weren't covered by the tentacles), Logan found himself arching into the overwhelming touch.

Each gentle stroke or light scratch drew rather pathetic whines from him, and when he opened his eyes - which he doesn't remember closing - Remus is staring at him like Logan's his helpless prey.

Janus is whispering in his ear. Thing's along the line of "we're gonna fill you so full of our eggs" and "you'd like being fucked and bred, wouldn't you? Our good little slut," are slipping out of Janus's mouth, and Logan is whimpering and agreeing with each one.

Before they can do anything, though, there's a knock at Logan's open door, and when the three of them look over there, there's Patton. He has green splotches over his face and arms, and just like the other two, he's visibly hard through his comfy pants.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," Patton says, with a flush to his cheeks. "But it appears that I'm in the same predicament as the both of you."

"How fortunate," Janus mutters, bitterly, and Logan would snicker if the thought of Patton on him too didn't make him let out a needy moan. Patton seems to process this, and smiles as he moves closer, wiggling between Remus and Logan, much to Remus's dismay. He plops himself in Logan's lap, and Logan eagerly leans up to kiss him, his head growing more hazy and horny by the second, thanks to Janus's venom and the chemical from Remus's tentacles seeping into his skin.

Janus hisses and Remus growls at the fact Patton got first kiss, and so the moment they pull away Janus grips Logan's hair and roughly tugs his hair back, and pulls him into a kiss of his own.

They're all fighting amongst each other for Logan's body and attention, and another knock on the door irritates them all.

"Uh... I can see that this is a bad time," someone, who they then see is Virgil, says. His nails are noticeably sharper, even from this far away, as are his teeth - his canines long enough to protrude his lips. Beneath his bangs are his normal eyes, and below those are a couple smaller eyes, all blinking in tandem with Virgil.

He's staring at Logan, hard as well, but despite the desperation clear in his voice, he seems willing to leave the other three with their boyfriend and find a way to take care of himself alone, up until Logan moans out "Virgil!"

Virgil's head snaps towards Logan, momentarily caught off guard by how pathetic Logan sounded. He stalks closer, and he and Janus hiss at each other as he wiggles next to him, grabbing Logan and holding him protectively. Logan immediately leans back into Virgil's arms, his head laying back on Virgil's shoulder and exposing his pretty, pale neck, bare aside from two puncture marks where Virgil can obviously tell Janus pumped him full of venom.

"The others all want the same thing I do, huh," he says, quietly, nibbling lightly on Logan's earlobe and causing him to draw in a sharp breath. "To pump you full of my eggs and breed you properly."

Logan moans at his words, attempting to roll his hips up against anything, desperate for friction.

"Why did no one tell me we were all meeting up with Logan?!" a dramatic voice shouts from the door, and no one needs to look to tell that it's Roman. Both because only he is that loud and dramatic, and because he's the only one not yet in the room.

Logan does look though, and if he was in the right mind, he'd be more intrigued by the fact Roman has his tentacles out. In a contrast to Remus's bright green, uncontrollable tentacles, Romans were red and were more steady with their movements, although they still seemed to drift towards Logan.

Like the others, he's visibly horny, and probably in need of getting his eggs out if he's so willing to show his extra, writhing limbs.

Roman has openly expressed his dislike for them, especially because it's another thing he has in common with Remus, but at the moment Logan stared at them in open arousal, desperately wanting them inside of him. Actually, he wanted anything inside of him. He'd take what he could get.

"Ugh, they always leave me out of the loop, mi amor," Roman coos, as he moves closer, and he and Remus growl at each other as he forces himself to sit next to his brother.

Remus's tentacles, having been able to sense Logan's desperation, had already started to slip under the logical side's clothes best he could. Patton in his lap prevented them from getting beneath the boxers, so with a glance between each other, Roman scooped Patton up and gently tossed him to the side, giving them free access to do what they wanted with Logan.

Now it'd just be a fight over who gets him first.

"Logan- Lo, baby," Remus grunts, hardly resisting the impulse to slam Logan down where he was and fuck him senseless. "Let me... let us," he growls that bit out bitterly, clearly unhappy that everyone wanted to use Logan when he got here first, but he supposed there was no getting rid of them now, "use you," he finishes. "Please? We need you so bad."

Murmurs of agreement came from all around him, and whether it be due to the venom in him, or his desire to be bred, Logan nods and blabbers "use me, please! I need it; I need all of you. Want all your eggs inside of me, please!"

Patton coos at his desperation, and Virgil and Janus don't hesitate to move out of the way just enough so that Logan can be pinned to his back against the mattress.

Shooting a knowing look towards Remus, Virgil pushes up the sleeve of his pajama shirt just enough to expose his wrist. He bends his arm so that it's positioned towards the headboard, and Janus speaks for him.

"Logan, dear, if we do absolutely anything that makes you uncomfortable, or if you want to just stop, what do you say?"

"Yellow," Logan grits out, flushed as Remus's tentacles writhe over his body, easily pulling his shirt up and over his head. The article of clothing is discarded in moments. "Or red, in the sit... situ... event I want to stop," he finishes, managing a small smile amongst the arousal, so that Janus and Virgil could be eased knowing that, for now at least, he was comfortable.

Remus pins Logan's hands above his head, before he shifts them slightly so that they're up against the headboard, and Virgil takes that as his cue to shoot a string of webbing from a tiny hole on his wrist and basically tie Logan's hands to the headboard. The webs were strong, strong enough that Logan wiggling his arms didn't budge them at all. Someone would have to cut through them in order to free him, but for now that was just about the last thought on anyone's mind.

Remus quickly works Logan's boxers off with his hands, before his wrist is suddenly grabbed by Janus.

"Wait," the deceitful side begins. "Who gets him first."

"I want him first!" comes Roman's dramatic whine, only for Virgil to growl at him.

"Back off, Princey," he snarls, with a glare. "Last to show up doesn't get the first taste."

"Oh! Can I get him first? Pretty please?" Patton begs, scooting closer to Logan and receiving growls from the four others in response.

"First come first serve," Remus spits, as his sharp nails dig into Logan's hips. "I was here first. I get to breed him first."

"That's hardly fair!"

"Piss off Roman. Or I'll knock you out and you can skip getting to empty your eggs in him at all." As he speaks, Remus's and tentacles have been slithering over Logan's body, and the tip of one teases his lips. Logan obediently opens his mouth for it, and it slips in, more of the sweet substance it's coated in dripping down his throat and making his body increasingly hotter.

Remus moans as Logan starts sucking on the tip. Despite the fact he's had Remus's tentacles in him before, he was still always caught off guard by how they felt - the suckers occasionally getting stuck to his tongue, and the easy way that the appendage slipped down his throat. He didn't gag - they'd done this enough that he was pretty confident in his deep throating abilities - but it still felt weird. Weird and good.

And it made Remus tighten his hold on him. "Fuck... what a good boy. You know just what to do with your mouth, huh? Slutty bitch."

"So, are we going on the order of arrival, then?" Janus asks, with a hum, as he works to pull the rest of his clothes off of his body. The others follow his lead as their clothes are quickly tossed off the bed and towards the floor. Any embarrassment towards them being naked is discarded and instead replaced with utter lust and the urge to breed.

Although annoyed he doesn't get to go first, Janus is content with getting Logan second. He was patient enough to wait a bit, although he was sure the others couldn't say the same.

Roman stomps his foot at the mere notion. "No! That's not what we're doing. I demand we come up with a different order."

Remus ignores him, and Janus merely rolls his eyes. Virgil was near last too, but he bit his tongue, and smacks Roman upside the head instead. "Patience, Princey," he hisses, clearly annoyed with Roman's usual flamboyant nature. His impatience was going to get him beat

Patton just grumbles out an unhappy but accepting agreement, and Remus is pleased that they've worked all that shit out, allowing him to finally direct a tentacle towards Logan's hole.

The chemical substance that has been making Logan's body hot serves as a lubricant too, so it easily slips into his hole, drawing a moan from Logan. If any of the others weren't so worried about depositing their eggs into him, they'd probably take up fucking his mouth.

But, since it was unoccupied, a thinner tentacle, presumably one with out eggs, slides towards Logan's mouth, and Logan opens right up to accept it.

His tongue works over the suckers, and Remus moans at the feeling. "Fuck, Logan, your tight hole and hot mouth feel so good around my tentacles. Slutty bitch, you'd suck eagerly on whatever slips past your lips, wouldn't you?" he grits out, as he guides another tentacle to Logan's hole, and then shoves that one in too, Logan jolting at the feeling.

He mumbles something muffled around the tentacle, and they're assured that it's not something bad due to the fact he remembers the safe motion, even when his mind his hazy with horniness.

The word "red," three taps, or three snaps, and he'd be unrestrained and they'd all baby over him despite their intense urge to breed, but they cared about him.

Chances are it was some sort of beg, and as much as they'd love to hear those, Logan seemed insistent on sucking the chemical off of the tentacle, and reacting positively as it made his body hotter and hotter, and clouded his mind with more and more pleasure.

The tentacles writhing in his ass buried themselves deeper, seemingly focused on feeling his insides, before one of them brushes up against his prostate, earning an eager moan, Logan's thighs spreading further apart.

"Oh... Logan," Remus coos, as the others watch him with a mixture of interest and desire. A glance at his cock would show it's already leaking, and out of courtesy, Patton reaches over to grab and slowly stroke it. Logan bucks his hips best he can into the touch, and Remus shoots a glare at the moral trait, but he doesn't tell him off. Logan might as well be touched, especially because he's willing to let them use him like a good boy, although it might not be good to stimulate him that much so soon.

A whine comes from Logan as one of the tentacles slithers out partially, but he cries out around the limb in his mouth as it roughly thrusts back into him, hitting his prostate and sending pleasure throughout his body. He clenches instinctively around the tentacles, and they both wiggle in presumable delight.

Wanting his hands on Logan as well, Janus tugs Remus's tentacle out of Logan's mouth, stroking over it with his own hand in order to coat it in the chemical, before he traces his thumb over Logan's bottom lip.

Logan eagerly licks where Janus's thumb swiped, before opening his mouth obediently, his tongue hanging out of his mouth in hopes he'd taste more of that addictingly sweet substance.

Janus coos at him, before he shoves his pointer and middle finger into Logan's mouth. Logan immediately closes his mouth around them, licking and sucking eagerly over Janus's sweet tasting fingers, and whining as Janus massages his tongue.

"So eager," Janus purrs, and Remus grunts from behind him, as his two tentacles speed up their thrusts into Logan's ass.

"So whorish," Remus corrects him. "He's a fucking slut, Janus. Willing to let us use and breed him like he's just a dumb fucking incubator."

"A hot fucking incubator," Roman murmurs, affectionately, as he carefully slides Logan's glasses off his face. He sets them back on his nightstand, and takes to brushing Logan's hair out of his face. Virgil takes to feeling him up, his claws dragging over Logan's chest, until they dip down and run over his balls. Virgil squeezes his sack and Logan jolts in pain, crying out around Janus's fingers.

It makes the three dark sides grin, while Roman and Patton watch Logan with pursed lips. They know he likes pain, but they still want to make sure he's okay.

"Pain-slut," Virgil grits out, as he quite roughly hits Patton's hand away from Logan's cock in order to smack it around himself.

Logan's mouth curls around Janus's fingers, his teeth firmly keeping them inside as he sucks desperately around them, and cries out pathetic moans and whines whenever Virgil's hands smack around his cock or squeezes his balls.

Roman and Patton sit off to the side, watching with great interest, but pouting over the other three getting to touch and play with their beloved toy.

Waiting their turns would be rough.

Especially because they could see the base of six more of Remus's tentacles swelling with what they presumed to be eggs. Roman would no doubt have the same ordeal, which is why Virgil, Janus, and Patton all internally sighed in relief that he'd have to go last.

Although, they're somewhat thankful when Remus suddenly groans, his cock coming over Logan's thighs. Small bulges of presumable eggs slide their way through Remus's two tentacles that have stilled in Logan's ass, and Logan cries out pathetically around Janus's fingers as he feels the eggs start to deposit themselves into his ass, as well as more of the chemical being emptied into him too.

Virgil quits slapping at his cock in order to firmly grasp it, and then he starts stroking rapidly, causing Logan's hips to buck as he moans, and then suddenly comes over Virgil's hand and his chest.

Virgil merely tuts, before wiping Logan's come against his own face, which makes him whine but otherwise just stare at Virgil with hazy, half-lidded eyes.

With all of the aphrodisiac coursing through his veins, thanks to Janus's venom and Remus's tentacles, Logan's body is still hot and he's still horny, and Patton takes over very slowly stroking his cock in order to work him quickly back up to full hardness.

After Remus's two tentacles are done emptying themselves into Logan, they pull away, but they're not done with him. One of them curls around the base of his cock, sliding past Patton's hand in order to lube his cock up with aphrodisiac, before it pulls away. Patton hums as his hand tingles, sliding his hand at a slightly quicker pace over Logan's now leaking cock.

The tentacle then slides down to Logan's ankle, with the other going to the other ankle, and they pull Logan's legs further apart.

With his legs spread further, two more tentacles slide towards his hole, and almost immediately push in afterwards, squelching around the eggs and come. They don't need to fuck him like the other tentacles did, now that they made sure most of the eggs were pushed deep into Logan, so they just bury themselves inside him and empty their contents as Remus rapidly strokes his own cock.

"That's right, baby," Remus grits, as he brings himself to another orgasm, spilling over his own tentacles and Logan's thighs again. "Taking in all my eggs and come. Gonna breed you so good. Look at your stomach? You're already so full. Can't wait to see how full you're going to look after we've all fucked our babies into you."

Logan moans as Janus shoves his fingers deeper into Logan's mouth, and would be begging to be bred if it weren't for Janus finger fucking his mouth. He does want to be bred; he wants them all to fill him up with eggs, which is why he jolts and moans when Remus's last two tentacles push into him too.

They only slide a little of the way in before the tips open up and the tentacles come into him again, more small eggs sliding into his small body, and Logan comes again, thanks to Remus's slow stroking and sliding the pad of his thumb over his slit, dirtying Patton's hand and adding to the pool of come already on his chest.

As his two tentacles pull out, Remus's fingers slide in, keeping his come and eggs packed up inside, his horny mind believing that Logan needs to keep it all packed inside to make sure they're effectively fertilized.

"Janus, get over here," Remus nearly grows. "Fuck him real good, Jan. Make sure not to let any of my eggs or come spill out, okay? And breed him like the slut he is." Although he didn't like the idea of other people breeding Logan, he might as well encourage them. Logan looked so pretty with his stomach swelling slightly with just his eggs; he could only imagine how thoroughly fucked out and full Logan would look after all of this, and boy was he getting hard again at that mental picture.

Janus grins, and scoots over towards Remus, one of Remus's tentacles quickly wrapping and pumping Janus's cocks. The chemical sliding over them works to lube them up, but it also sends pleasurable heat through his cocks. Janus slides closer now that his cocks are lubed up, and as Remus's fingers slide out, Janus pushes one of his cocks in.

He's thrilled feeling Remus's come and eggs already packed inside of him, and Logan moans out "Janus!" when he feels Janus's second cock rub against his own.

With Janus no longer gagging his mouth, Logan was whining and babbling out incoherent pleas spurred on by the aphrodisiac circulating his mind. All he thought about was being fucked and filled, just like they promised he would be.

Patton grabs both Janus and Logan's cocks and rubs them together, before Janus takes hold of his second cock and eases it into Logan's hole, making him jolt at the stretch. "Janus- Janus!" Logan whines, drool dripping from the corner of his chin. "So big! Feel so full; want to be full of your eggs Janus!"

"Don't worry, darling," Janus purrs, just barely thrusting into Logan, hardly enough to provide Logan with pleasurable friction, but Janus himself can't help groaning at the way Logan clenches down on his cock, as if trying to milk the eggs and come from his cock. "You'll get them soon enough."

He pulls out about halfway, before slowly pushing back in, earning a breathy gasp from Logan, who's immediately trying to roll his hips down on Janus's cocks. He wants more; he desperately craves more, and yet Janus was going slow with him. The glint in his eye showed that he was doing it solely to be a tease.

He leans over Logan as he pulls out a bit again, slowly pushing in again just like last time, feeling Remus's eggs move around his cocks. He presses his lips to Logan's, forked tongue sliding easily into Logan's mouth and tasting around the area. Logan leans up into the kiss, mouth open eagerly as his tongue presses curiously against Janus's. They'd kissed multiple times, but even while mindlessly horny thanks to aphrodisiac, Logan still slid his tongue between the fork in Janus's, and Janus couldn't help but think it was rather cute.

The others watched with mildly annoyed expressions, although some of them tried to place their interest above it. Of course Janus would go achingly slow; he liked to be a tease, and issue things out when they're most unexpected, and hearing Logan beg for him is no doubt getting him off.

When Janus finally pulls away, Logan chases after his lips desperately, and whines when Janus merely coos at him instead. He resorts to trailing kisses down Logan's jaw instead, kissing over the bite mark he already made, before sucking a dark, purple mark into Logan's skin. The sight makes the others hiss in disapproval, but causes Logan to tilt his head to the side.

He's too horny to care about his pride, as he instead begs "Janus, please, mark me up more! Need them, need you, please!" He sounds utterly pathetic, but it causes Janus to lick his lips, and grin.

"Don't worry, kitten," Janus purrs, as he trails his kisses down to Logan's shoulders. "I'll make sure to mark you up good. Show everyone that sees you that you belong to me," he promises, before he sucks another mark into Logan's skin.

"Belongs to us," Virgil corrects him, trailing a sharp nail over Logan's jaw. Logan looks up at him with cloudy eyes, and as Virgil's finger traces over his lips, Logan's mouth opens and his tongue lolls out, as if inviting Virgil to do what he pleased with it. Virgil grins, and the urge to thrust his cock inside Logan's waiting mouth was immeasurable, but he wanted to empty his eggs in a place his horny mind believed they could be fertilized, even if they logically couldn't.

So, Virgil does what Janus did and shoves his fingers inside Logan's mouth, albeit rougher, and Logan gets right to sucking and tonguing over them. Roman, feeling a little left out, scoots to the other side of the bed near Remus, and when Janus's kisses and hickeys start start trailing lower, Roman greedily takes up licking and sucking over Logan's neck. Remus, with his unlimited stamina, is touching his own cock, but he's filled with the urge to come over Logan's body. He wants to mess him up and ruin him, more than he's already ruined.

His hair is disheveled and matter to his head in sweat, with his own come quickly drying over his stomach. Janus licks some of it up while simultaneously trailing his fangs over his body and causing Logan to whine around Virgil's fingers at the thought of being bitten and pumped full of Janus's venom again.

He'd be high off the aphrodisiac for a while, but if they saw it wearing off in the midst of their breeding session, Janus would just bite him or one of the twins will feed him chemicals again to make sure he can continue coming throughout their playtime.

Janus leaves a few hickeys down Logan's chest, before he finally pulls out nearly all the way and thrusts all the way back in, roughly jolting Logan's body and earning a loud moan from him. He lets out a muffled cry of Janus's name around Virgil's fingers, before his teeth lightly close around the digits. He doesn't want Virgil's fingers to pull away like Janus's had, as his tongue eagerly slides over the fingers and coats them with his saliva.

Logan's legs close on instinct when Janus thrusts against his prostate, so two more arms emerge from Janus's sides and take hold of Logan's thighs, spreading his legs further apart and keeping them there. He's met with little resistance, and just to feel Logan up a bit, he squeezes and gropes Logan's chubby thighs.

His manicured nails dig into the muscle as his thrusts get harder, mercilessly abusing Logan's prostate and causing Logan to let out frequent moans and cries of pleasure, mixed with the occasional gag as Virgil shoves his fingers deeper into Logan's mouth. His nails briefly scratch against his throat, but the discomfort of such is quickly forgotten due to the constant pleasure he's receiving.

With Patton's hand still softly working his cock, he comes again, eyes rolling back into his head as he gags around Virgil's fingers, a choked moan barely audible. His hole clenches around Janus's cock, earning a groan from the deceitful side.

"Logan," Janus moans out, his nails digging hard into Logan's thighs, puncturing the skin and drawing blood that drips across Logan's thighs. The blood catches Virgil's attention, and he licks his lips as the red droplets spill down the muscle only to stain Logan's bedsheets and completely go to waste.

One of his eyes twitch, before he slips his fingers out of Logan's mouth, allowing the moans he's letting out to be louder, before one of Virgil's hands grab Logan's throat, squeezing tight. His nails lightly scratch over the skin, and Logan gasps as his hands tug on the strong webs around his wrists.

Janus's thrusts get more sporadic, still fucking into Logan's prostate and working him back up to full hardness yet again. Patton's hand has moved down to lightly fondle and squeeze Logan's balls, as Roman had moved his mouth to Logan's cock.

He was sucking over the tip, and occasionally dragging his teeth over Logan's shaft whenever his head bobs down, which earns strangled moans and whines from Logan. Logan would buck up into his mouth if Janus's hands didn't keep his bottom half planted.

"Going to fill you up, darling," Janus gasps out, as he feels a pit of warmth pool in his stomach. "Can't wait to see your stomach bulge once you're full of my eggs. All of our eggs." His words are breathy, before he suddenly thrusts deep into Logan's ass and comes, both of his cocks pumping out eggs and come that fill Logan further, and Logan's back arches as he moans, relishing in the feeling of being filled even more.

Janus has significantly less eggs than Remus, which is to be expected considering Remus had multiple tentacles that needed to dispense eggs, but his eggs are a bit bigger, which makes Logan's legs shake as he comes again. He's driven to climax by that feeling mixed with Roman's tongue stimulating his slit. He's getting oversensitive, which amuses them greatly.

It'd be joyous to see how thoroughly wrecked he'd be by the end of this.

"Patton," Janus calls, his cocks still buried inside Logan. Patton looks away from Logan's throat, where Virgil's hand had eased up and had instead turned to dragging his nails over Logan's chest, occasionally scratching hard enough to draw blood that Virgil then eagerly licks up, looking utterly euphoric just from tasting Logan's blood.

Patton scoots over so that he's between Logan's legs, gently rubbing over the scratches Janus had caused. This time, one of Roman's tentacles slide over Patton's cock in order to lube it up, and Patton shyly moans at the feeling.

Then, as Janus slowly pulls out, Patton slowly pushes in, in hopes nothing spills out of Logan's ass. Luckily, by the time Janus is pulled out fully, nothing seems to have spilled out, and Patton moans as he feels the other two's come already packed tightly inside of Logan.

"Oh... oh gosh..." Patton gasps, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of Logan around him. He was excited to finally get his turn with Logan, and that shows through in the way he bites his lip and rather firmly squeezes at Logan's thick thighs.

Remus meanwhile motions Janus over, both of them currently satisfied with emptying their eggs into their cute little incubator, so they can cuddle. They both sit nearby, and with the pleased expressions Logan's making, they both knew they'd undoubtedly end up hard again, but all of them knew how pretty Logan looks when he's utterly drenched in their come.

Patton's significantly softer than all of them, so he takes his time to allow Logan a peaceful respite, although Roman continues to mouth and lightly bite at Logan's cock and the skin surrounding it, and Virgil had taken to marking up Logan's neck.

The anxious side's fangs pierce his skin with every new bite, and Virgil greedily sucks over every new bite in order to ingest Logan's delicious blood.

"Patton," Logan whines, now that his mouth is unoccupied, and Patton's lets out a moan at just the sound of Logan saying his name. Tears are brimming in his eyes as Roman deepthroats his cock, purposely going quite slow, but still teasingly working his tongue over Logan's slit and practically tempting him to come again.

He's oversensitive, the chemical being fully digested and absorbed into his skin by now, which left the aftereffects of oversensitivity and heat, and he was easily being driven closer to climax by just a few bobs of Roman's head, and Patton's cock resting motionlessly inside of him.

Janus nudges Remus as he notices, and Remus scoots closer. "Open wide, Logie," he purrs, and Logan obediently does what he's told, whining as one of Remus's tentacles slip into his mouth.

Already, more aphrodisiac is being graciously sucked down by Logan, the suckers on the tentacle briefly attaching themselves to Logan's tongue as he laps at it like he needs it, and with each greedy swallow of the chemical, Logan grows more and more mindless, and his stamina is briefly boosted.

His body is still sensitive, and tears drip down his face as the tentacle squirms further down Logan's throat, causing him to choke around it, but he doesn't stop eagerly sucking what Remus has so graciously given him.

Instead, he sucks and sucks until Remus pulls it out of his mouth, and even so he tries to follow after it with his mouth, whining when some drips onto his face and rolls down his cheek, eventually landing on the bedsheets and going to waste.

By now, Roman's head has come to a stop at the head of his cock, focused and intentionally stimulating his slit in hopes of making him writhe, and is utterly successful.

Virgil's hickeys move down to his shoulders and collarbone, and that's when Patton decides to finally start his thrusts. They're slow, and careful, and strangely caring. Sex with Patton always feels overly intimate, even in the kinkiest of times, but right now, the way he bit his lip and gripped a bit tighter at Logan's thighs every time he thrusted into him was a sight that made Logan moan, even in his hazy state.

Morality doing something that was perceived to be the farthest from innocence, and doing so with a red face and a quiet but confident nature had him moaning, and his legs wrap around Patton's waist as if encouraging to thrust deeper, harder, and to completely ruin and fill him.

"More, fill me, please," he whines out, rolling his hips in an attempt to fuck himself back on Patton's cock, desperate to be filled with his eggs.

"Baby, baby, shhh," Patton shushes him, leaning down to press an all-too-soft kiss against Logan's lips in order to keep him quiet. His pleading was cute, but if he kept begging then Patton might just have to give in.

But, Logan's lips part obediently for Patton, allowing Patton's tongue to slip into his mouth. Their lips move fluidly against each others, despite the fact Logan was insatiably horny.

And, despite Logan's pleas between kisses and touches, Patton continues a slow and steady pace with him.

Such a pace makes Virgil hiss where he sits, and he quite forcibly pulls Roman's head away from Logan's cock in favor of going back to ruthlessly stroking him. He knows it probably won't do much to convince Patton to go faster and get his turn over with, but he might as well please Logan while they wait, and his nails dragging over Logan's shaft while his free hand squeezes at his balls makes Logan cry out in pain, as tears fall down his cheeks.

However, he looks near euphoric when Patton moves his lips away from Logan's, and the more Virgil slaps around his cock and balls, the more Logan writhes and cries, with a few pathetic moans still slipping out of his mouth.

A part of Patton wants to encourage Virgil to be nicer, but as Roman starts nipping and sucking over Logan's skin, only adding to the pleasure the logical side is feeling, Patton finds he's too invested in Logan's pretty noises and expressions to care much about how they hurt him. As long as Logan liked it, he liked it.

Janus and Remus are both unsurprisingly getting off on the sounds Logan's making too. Remus likes seeing him in pain, and likes making fun of him for enjoying it so much, which he doesn't hesitate to do. Janus, on the other hand, is praising and teasing Logan for the way his body jerks and shakes with Patton's hard thrusts, and yet the way Logan moans for him to go faster because Patton treats him too sweetly.

Mixes of "painslut, I bet you enjoy Virgil clawing at your stupid little cock. I bet you wish he'd cut it off. It's not like you need it anyway; you'll never get the chance to fuck any of us. Stupid bottom," and "what a good boy, taking what he's given. You should be more grateful to Patton though; he may no be going fast but with the way your legs are shaking, I'd say he's making you feel real good, isn't he, kitten?"

And Logan's responses are just as mixed, with eager cries of "yes, I'm a painslut! Don't need my cock- just need my hole to be filled!" followed by whines of "thank you, Patton. Feels so- so good! So close; love your cock, Patton! I want your eggs, please!"

He didn't sound like his normal, proper self, but that was too be expected when someone was pumped full of a literal horny chemical.

"You'll get them soon enough, baby," Patton assures Logan, followed by a soft shushing noise. He loved how noisy Logan was, but his voice was starting to sound strained from all the moaning he'd done already.

He still had two more loads to take, not counting the load Patton was about to give him.

Logan suddenly jolts as Patton thrusts hard into his prostate, legs trembling due to how much pressure he'd already sustained tonight. He had unlimited stamina, thanks to being a figment of Thomas's imagination, and could come as many times as they wanted him to, but it took a toll on his body thanks to the fact he was created to be human-esque.

Which means the others get to watch adoringly as Logan's body shook with sensitivity, and the way his hips bucked when Virgil suddenly squeezes tight around the base of his cock, before rapidly stroking it, causing Logan's back to arch as he cries out Virgil's name, before suddenly coming over his messy chest and Virgil's hand, but Virgil keeps going.

"Better hurry up and make Patton come," Virgil says, sounding confident and rather harsh. All the dark sides were rather mean during sex; they liked to be in control, and they especially liked torturing Logan with that control.

Logan's hands tug pathetically at the webbing around his wrists, tears falling down his face as he chokes on his own drool. "Patton!" he cries, hole clenching tight around Patton's cock. "Come in me, please! Need you, need you so bad..." he starts to sound like he's sobbing near the end, and with a slightly more worried look, Virgil's free hand grabs Logan's chin.

"Tell us your colour," Virgil orders, although his voice comes out comparably soft, and Patton's thrusts get softer as he awaits Logan's answer.

Through a hiccup, Logan says "green... 'm just so sensitive," and it was about what they were expecting. Roman scoots closer to Logan's head, and kisses at the tears falling down Logan's face, before Patton's thrusts pick back up. Roman, admittedly, was excited at the prospect of Logan being near incoherent when it was finally time for him to use him.

Dumb and horny; the perfect little incubator.

Remus and Janus's hands speed up on their own cocks, determined to come around the same time as Patton, and both Roman and Virgil's cocks throb at the broken moans Logan was letting out. They both needed him, and they needed him soon.

Though, as Patton's breath gets more audible, moaning and groaning more often, the two left are assured that he's close. To further confirm their suspicions, Patton ends up gasping out "Logan- Logan I'm close."

Logan moans at Patton's words, legs shaking as Patton gropes the fat muscle and keeps his legs spread. Logan was pushing against him, unintentionally, of course, as he instinctually wanted to close his legs and pull Patton closer.

Virgil's hand, which hadn't stopped its assault on Logan's cock, squeezes harder as his free hand moves to Logan's balls instead, going back to scratching, slapping, and squeezing in order to make Logan cry more. The pain causes Logan to clench around Patton's cock again, and Patton moans as he thrusts into the tight heat.

With a few more thrusts, Patton comes with a moan into Logan, a large amount of tiny eggs and come spilling into his body. Patton grinds against Logan's hips as he rides out his orgasm, before looking at Virgil as he pants. Virgil immediately moves his hands away from Logan's genitalia, and scoots to where Patton was, leaving Logan whining and bucking his hips, desperate for more friction to bring him to yet another orgasm, despite the fact he felt like he might pass out if he came again. Still, he doesn't safeword; he knows he can take the rest of their eggs. He wants to.

Remus and Janus also end up coming again, come shooting over Logan's chest, and some of Janus's come even managing to get over his face. Logan hardly seems fazed, though, and just whines at his own desperate urge to come.

Just like last time, one of Roman's tentacles slide over Virgil cock, lubing it up, so that when Patton pulls out, Virgil can quickly, and rather roughly, thrust his cock into Logan's hole.

Patton moves to cuddle against Janus's side, one of Janus's arms sprouting from his side so that he can pull Patton close to him. One round was all it took to tire Patton out, so Janus rubbed his side as the moral side watched Logan with half-lidded eyes. Although he was ready to lay down and cuddle, he knew Virgil and Roman needed to breed Logan too, and he wouldn't miss seeing Logan shake and moan for the world.

Hands tightly gripping Logan's legs, Virgil sets a fast pace with his thighs. He's not normally so impatient, but his cock has been achingly hard nearly this entire time, and he needs to empty his eggs into their cute little logical side soon, or he might just burst.

Roman's whining and pouting all the same, although he's tried to occupy himself with licking and sucking Logan's nipples. His body has been pretty thoroughly covered in hickeys, both from the side's mouths and from the twin's tentacles, whose suckers were constantly latching on and sucking against Logan's skin.

As Virgil fucks into Logan, one of Roman's tentacles slide back up to his mouth. It doesn't go inside, despite Logan opening his mouth for it and trying to lean his head up in hopes of at least suckling on the tip, but the tentacle just moves further out of his reach.

If Roman was aware of it, he would have generously given Logan the tentacle to suck on, but he was mindlessly occupying himself with sucking around Logan's nipples to give him even more stimulation.

The tentacle dripped the horny chemical over Logan's face, only getting into his mouth if Logan held it open, and often times still missing, which prompted Logan to stick his tongue out. It was leaking an incredulous amount, drips pouring one after the other, and dripping down his chin and fortunately down his throat, and serving to give him a bit more energy, and a lot more stamina.

Virgil's hunched over Logan's quaking body, lips reattaching themselves to Logan's collarbone. His sharp teeth are digging into Logan's skin as his thrusts grow needy. He's so pent up, just from watching the others have their way with him.

Logan can't really do much else but arch his back when Virgil's cock rams against his prostate, and cry out something near incoherent due to his mouth hanging open in an attempt to gather more oh the aphrodisiac.

It sounds vaguely like Virgil's name, but none of them can be sure at this point. Drool is running down Logan's chin as his body jolts with each thrust into his severely overstimulated body. His mind was basically empty except for sex, and both Virgil and Roman's hands were running over his stomach, which was noticeably larger due to the eggs and come packed inside of him.

There was so much, and Virgil's cock driving into him just served to jostle the eggs around. He'd be more scared about them breaking if he wasn't being so mind numbingly pleasured.

"There's just me and Roman left, L," Virgil assures him, pulling away from Logan's now bleeding collarbone with the red liquid present on his lips. "Think you can hold all of our eggs? You're going to look so full by the time we're done with you. Our good boy; our good little incubator."

Logan's nodding before Virgil's even done talking, although his tongue stays out of his mouth. Roman pulls away from kissing and nipping at Logan's chest and finally notices that the logical side is trying to get more aphrodisiac from the tentacle. Not wanting to risk wasting eggs by coming down Logan's throat (and potentially choking him in the process), Roman slides his hand over his tentacle, coating his hand in the aphrodisiac, before moving his fingers to Logan's mouth.

Logan eagerly sucks them in, before his tongue is working over Roman's fingers, and as Roman adds more into his mouth, Logan obediently sucks more aphrodisiac off, making his body hotter and giving him a bit more energy to push onwards with.

The tentacles then continue to mindlessly rub over his body, even curling around one of Virgil's wrists at some point, and drag more of the chemical over Logan's already sensitive body. One of them even ends up sliding itself around Logan's cock, sliding up and down it, while occasionally squeezing, serving to give Logan a mock handjob.

Virgil's cock finds his prostate moments later, and Logan near comes just from the pleasure he gets from it. He sucks harder on Roman's fingers as he cries out around them, and when Roman finally pulls them out, Logan's babbling for Virgil to keep hitting that spot and making him feel good, and going on and on about how he's so close, which earns insulting words from Remus and degrading muttering from Virgil, who's leaned in close to Logan's ear.

"Our good little slut; going to come again?" Virgil purrs, before nipping at Logan's earlobe and drawing a pathetic whine from him.

"Yes, yes," Logan gasps out, voice shaking as Virgil repeatedly thrusts into his prostate, his nails dragging over Logan's body before tightly holding his hips, leaving behind bright red marks that pop against Logan's pale skin.

Virgil himself was close; hot and horny just from watching the others have their way with him, and also due to a desperate need to pump his eggs into Logan. If Roman wasn't waiting to go after him, Virgil probably would have thought about going for a second round.

Oh well; there's always tomorrow.

His teeth are nipping and biting over any skin that hasn't already been marked up, as his thrusts grow more sporadic. It was probably pathetic how close Virgil was already, but as Logan comes again with a cry of his name, Virgil decides he doesn't really care. All he wants is to fill Logan up and breed his boyfriend.

His nails dig deeper into Logan's hips, holding hard enough to potentially bruise him, as Virgil's thrusts get harder. Logan's eyes are squeezed shut, with tears flowing constantly, and Virgil's getting off on it. He cares about Logan, of course, they all do, but watching him cry because he was so wracked with pain and pleasure was admittedly a guilty pleasure of theirs.

"Virgil!" Logan cries, voice strained. "Come in me, please! I want your eggs; I want them so bad!" He sounds like he's pleading, although it was clear Virgil planned to come inside of Logan anyway. It's what he's been craving doing all night.

And, well, Virgil can hardly resist giving his baby what he wants. With a few more hard thrusts, Virgil's emptying his eggs into Logan's ass, Roman pulling back slightly to watch with half-lidded eyes as Logan's stomach expands even more, filling up as Virgil's come and eggs are deposited into his ass. Virgil rides out his orgasm, thrusting hard throughout it, and stimulating Logan all the while, while Logan cries and shakes as Virgil comes.

Roman's eager to get his own turn, and Virgil ends up guiding the tentacle around Logan's cock to Logan's ass, and it wiggles in alongside Virgil's cock before Virgil slowly pulls out. He and Roman switch positions, before Remus ends up roughly grabbing Virgil's midsection and pulling him close, and in for cuddles.

Virgil hisses at him, but let's Remus hold him tightly regardless, Janus also reaching over to soothingly rub Virgil's thigh.

Roman eagerly situates himself between Logan's legs, cooing softly as he pushes a second tentacle into Logan's ass. Logan's hole spreads easily around his tentacles, and the tentacles were slick enough they went in without trouble.

Roman groans at the tightness, and Logan whines at the prospect of being stuffed full of Roman's eggs, and finally being bred by all of his boyfriends.

"Finally," Logan hears Roman mutter, as his tentacles set to a fast pace of wiggling and thrusting. They worm their way around the eggs all stuffed inside of Logan, mixing the other's come around and causing Logan's stomach to shift and move as the eggs are hit with thrusts.

The rest of Roman's tentacles are restless, sliding over Logan's legs and leaving more sucker marks over his ankles and calves, attempting to occupy themselves as they're forced to wait in order to empty the eggs that's been stuffed inside of them for the past night.

The two inside of Logan are constantly rubbing against each other and seem to shiver in pleasure whenever Logan clenches around them; very clearly responding positively to Logan's pleasure.

Similarly to Virgil, Roman's extremely close already. His tentacles have been swelling with eggs, and his tentacles have been rubbing over Logan since he's been in the logical side's room, so they were eager to come inside of Logan and breed him fully.

"You look so beautiful," Roman gasps out, as his tentacles are stimulated while they thrust into Logan's ass. One of his hands works his own cock, while the other squeezes and gropes at Logan's thighs, as everyone else had this evening.

They all like his thighs; groping them and squeezing the fat makes them all happy, and Logan likes the attention, regardless of what form it comes in.

With no warning, the two tentacles inside of Logan suddenly come, as does Roman, as he moans out Logan's name as his come splatters over one of his tentacles and one of Logan's thighs. His eggs slowly push through his tentacles and into Logan, come spilling out with it, and as those slip out, two more efficiently slip in. They're fucking into him just like the previous to, and Roman bends down to kiss Logan sweetly, and whisper sweet words in Spanish when they part.

Normally, Logan would respond with something also in Spanish, as he'd taken up learning it for Roman's sake, or he'd respond with a simple thank you at the compliments Roman often tossed his way, but right now he was too dumb due to the overwhelming pleasure he was feeling to respond in any way other than a moan.

The only thing Logan knew was that Roman soothingly speaking another language to him made him happy, and the tentacles inside of him, which had found his prostate and have been continuing to thrust and rub against it, made him overwhelmingly horny.

He moans relentlessly against Roman's lips, the spit and drool coating them smearing over Roman's chin as they messily make-out. Deciding to give Logan even more attention, when Roman's tentacles come again, and in turn when he comes again, Roman uses his come as lube to stroke Logan's cock. His pace is steady and rather sweet, while his last two tentacles slide themselves into Logan.

They don't thrust, more so just writhing, as Roman sucks on Logan's bottom lip and then kisses down his chin. They're both moaning and panting; Logan's babbling out incoherent pleas, as he tugs pathetically at the webbing keeping him stuck to the headboard, while Roman's mumbling praises between his own sounds of pleasure.

Roman's always been known to be vocal, and his noises of pleasure ultimately spur Logan on, as he begs with broken words for Roman to fill him up with the rest of his eggs.

"I need them, please!" Logan begs, as tears continuously pour down his face. He hiccups in between talking, and his legs shake as he attempts to spread them further apart, as if further enticing Roman to come in him. "Please, please, please, Roman, I want your eggs so bad!"

He sounds utterly pathetic, and the four sitting to the side all feel their breaths get caught in their throats.

Logan was rather hot when he was mindlessly horny and without a filter; they liked hearing him pathetically beg and cry for their eggs and come. If any of them could, they'd be hard again, but instead they just watched with extreme interest as Roman grits his teeth, the tentacles wiggling inside of Logan suddenly beginning to thrust, harshly slamming against his prostate, before Logan suddenly cries out Roman's name, body trembling as he comes for the final time, Roman's hand stilling almost immediately in hopes not to overstimulate him further.

His eggs slide through his tentacles, and after the last of the eggs and come are pumped into Logan's ass, Roman looks over at Remus and Janus, knowing they'd understand.

Janus is the one who ultimately ends up moving, much to Remus's dismay, and after sorting through Logan's nightstand, Janus shows off a silver buttplug. He hands it over to Roman, who lubes it up with a tentacle, before sliding it into Logan as the tentacles pull out.

Janus then summons something to cut through Virgil's webbing, thus releasing Logan's wrists from the tight hold they were in.

The deceitful side kisses over the laceration marks, before he glances at the others, unsure of where to proceed from here.

Patton scoots closer, brushing some of the hair from Logan's eyes, and Logan's breathing heavily as he leans into the hand Patton eventually rests against his cheek. "How are you feeling, Logan?" Patton questions, voice soft.

"Tired... good..." Logan responds, eyes closed. His voice is quiet and raspy, but he's clearly happy.

"Do you want to shower?"

Logan's quiet for a few moments, before he shakes his head slightly. "No. I don't think I can stand. Wipe me down, please?" He'll shower tomorrow, with the help of his boyfriends, but for now he'll lay happily, and contently rub his full stomach. The idea of having to empty himself sometime soon is saddening, but hey.

There's always next time.

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"I don't trust you with that lighter," Janus states, although there's nothing he could do to stop Remus from waving it around. The pretty black ropes tied around his wrists prevented him from moving much, and that's exactly how Remus wanted it to be.

"Oh, please," Remus states, blowing a raspberry with his mouth. "If I wanted to do something, such as setting the bed on fire, I would have done that already. I'd much rather control my impulses in order to play with you instead."

"'Play with,' is an interesting way to phrase 'hurt,'" Janus quips, only to be met with a sly smile instead.

Remus practically sings out "you consented," excited by the prospect of getting to do as he pleased with Janus's body. "And if you're not going to revoke said consent, then that just shows that you want to be hurt."

He clicks the lighter on, the flame flickering and casting a golden glow over Remus's hand, as he waves it slowly in front of Janus's face.

He then grabs a candle from off the nightstand beside them, having set them there earlier in preparation for their scene. It's a typical white candle, and the scent is basic vanilla. Not exactly what Remus would normally do, as he tended to go absurdly above and beyond, but he wanted to make sure he didn't scare Janus anyway.

Not that he could, considering Janus had indulged him in far worse fantasies, but in situations like this he knew that Janus's scales were overly sensitive, and he was trusting Remus with a lot.

Potentially a mistake, but he was excited for this too.

With a grin, Remus scoots closer to Janus's naked body, before he holds the flame against the wick of the candle. He also dips the lighter lower and holds it for a moment in order to melt some of the candle further, before he flicks the lighter off and tosses it to the side, letting the flame further melt some of the candle wax down.

It drips down the side, and that's when Remus tilts the candle to the side, watching as a drop of the hot wax is pulled down by gravity, before it finally drips down and lands on Janus's scaled side, earning a hiss from Janus at the hot pain, before the wax cools almost instantly against his body. The momentary pain makes Janus's cock twitch, and Janus's reaction makes Remus grin wider.

He keeps the candle tilted in order to pull more of the melting wax down, and Janus watches with anticipation as another drop pools at the end of the candle, before it falls down too, this one more in the center of his chest. He tenses as it falls against his chest, this time letting out a pained groan, before another drop falls near immediately afterwards, landing just below the previous drip of now-dried wax.

"I should have gotten different colours," Remus comments, as he hold the candle a bit lower, and this time directly over Janus's nipple, and Janus draws in a breath as he watches with wide eyes as the wax pools, before falling and landing right on his nipple, making him tense and whine.

"Then you could have green wax all over your body," the intrusive side continues, before leaning down. He makes sure to keep the candle help far enough above Janus's body so that wax continuously drips down, but not close enough to touch him. He positions it over Janus's neck this time, directly above another patch of scales, while his tongue drags over the wax-covered nipple.

Janus leans his head back, awaiting the much desired drop, while Remus mindlessly laps and sucks at his nipple, before his teeth lightly bite over it, dragging up and scraping some of the wax off, and earning a moan just before he jolts in pain as more hot wax falls against his scales. The pain is amplified due to the sensitivity of his scales, but Janus can't help bucking his hips at the feeling, much to Remus's delight.

Remus pulls back slightly, the candle moving lower and near Janus's v-line, almost right next to his cocks, while Remus uses his free hand to tug his own pants down partially. He then scoots forward once his cock his freed, so that he's straddling Janus's legs.

His movement causes a drop of wax to fall against Janus's waist, which only urges Janus to buck his hips again. Wanting to provide Janus with the pleasure he seemed to be craving, Remus teasingly hovers the candle over Janus's cocks (which earns a hiss of "Remus!" that makes Remus snicker) before he holds the candle to his side, which positions it over one of Janus's thighs.

Remus's free hand comes to grab one of Janus's cocks, before his own, and he rubs them together. Remus doesn't hesitate to moan himself, as more wax drips onto Janus's thigh, landing over a patch of scales, and more falling against the side of his leg and dripping down just barely before it cools against the skin.

He ruts into his hand, his cock sliding against Janus, and eliciting moans from the two of them. He squeezes the candle tighter as he leans over slightly, bringing the wax closer to Janus's sack. His inner thigh stings when another droplet of wax lands against it, and his moan of pain makes Remus pant out a laugh.

"You're cute when you're in pain," Remus grits out, rocking his hips faster as he fucks his fist and in turn grinds his cock against Janus's. "The impulse to let wax fall against your cock has been eating at me this entire time, you know. I've been craving to see what kind of reaction that'd give."

"Remus- don't," Janus gasps out, only for Remus's to chuckle darkly and respond with "or what?"

Janus is left moaning as Remus's hand squeezes tighter around their cocks, and as his thrusts get faster into his own fist, as he moves the candle over Janus's collarbone.

"That's right; you couldn't stop me, even if you wanted to," Remus boasts, eyes fluttering shut as his thrusts grow more sporadic. They both knew he wouldn't ever do such a thing in actuality, not without Janus's consent, at least, but the idea of him doing such made both of them squirm in pleasure, in their own respective rights.

Janus knew he couldn't stop him, just as much as he knew Remus wouldn't actually do it, but the idea of him defying Janus's pleas and doing what he desired with him was arousing beyond belief, and the only thing to pull him out of his fantasies was the hot wax that drips against his collarbone and reminds him of his painful and pleasurable reality.

"Close," he ends up gasping out, hands pulling at the ropes that are keeping his wrist restrained as warmth pools in his gut. More wax drips and dries against his skin and scales, mostly drying around the same area on his torso, as Remus stops paying attention to the candle momentarily in favor of groaning and thrusting sloppily into his hand, providing both himself and Janus with constant pleasure, as his hand continues to squeeze around their cocks.

He doesn't respond to Janus, and instead moves the wax down his stomach more, and as another drop burns onto his stomach, Janus comes. He moans out Remus's name, back arching as his body shakes, before he slumps against the mattress beneath him, whining out in brief discomfort as Remus takes the time to finish himself off, before he comes onto Janus's chest too.

Both of Janus's loads and Remus's load coat plenty of the wax covering Janus's front, although a couple more drops fall into the mess already there.

Remus blows the candle out moments later, and then drops it to the floor without care. He then turns his focus to quickly untying Janus, before he tugs his own clothes off his body, panting all the while.

Before Janus even has the ability to sit up, Remus falls against him, uncaring that there was a mess coating Janus's body. He just wanted cuddles, especially since Janus smelled like sex with a hint of vanilla, which happened to be quite the addictive conversation.

And for once, Janus couldn't find it in him to voice any complaints, instead allowing Remus to do as he pleased and blissfully accepting the gentle affection he was given, before they'd have to wake up and Remus would help him take care of the mess and any after affects caused by the wax. And maybe next time they would get some other colours; Janus couldn't deny that being burned with Remus's signature colour was an arousing thought.

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Virgil's knuckles were white from how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. They haven't even begun driving yet and Roman could sense the irritation in his body. Shoulders tense and hunching forwards, Virgil was visibly angry, and the glare on his face as he stares at a small group of boys walking across the sidewalk directly in front of the car.

The boys don't even notice the car and walk past it casually, and Roman could sense the anger radiating off of his boyfriend.

"C'mon, Virge," Roman tries, setting a gentle hand on Virgil's arm and lightly pushing on it, drawing the man's attention away from the group who'd walked out of sight by this point. His own face was red and puffy, but as he sniffled, he continued pleading. "Let's just go back to my house or something so I can change."

He had chosen to wear a skirt today. That was all. That was the reason they were both feeling shitty.

His inner femininity had been itching to shine through for a couple weeks now, and while painting his nails and doing his makeup was quite appealing, he wanted to dress nicely in order to match it. He even had Virgil come over so he could try on a few outfits beforehand to see which ones Virgil liked the most.

Wanting to remain someone casual, they'd settled on a white turtleneck tucked into a red skirt, with white stockings and red dress shoes to match. He felt beautiful, and Virgil assured him he was multiple times throughout the school day.

Even a few other students and teachers complimented him as the day had progressed.

But that group - that group - had come up to Roman and Virgil during lunch. They'd been sitting at their normal table with their normal friend group, Patton having happily told Roman he looked rather pretty, Logan had agreed and mentioned how the skirt complimented the highlights of red in his hair, and Janus and Remus had passed by their table, providing their own backhanded compliments as they strolled to a table in the corner on their own.

All of it had boosted Roman's mood, only for that group of boys to stop by afterwards. One of them set a rough hand on Roman's shoulder, wiggling him slightly, while another sat between Roman and Virgil, driving a very obvious wedge between them. Another stood near Virgil, as if waiting to hold him back, while the fourth slung his arms over Patton and Logan's shoulders, Logan cringing at the unwarranted physical contact.

They had made a few snide comments, a couple homophobic quips, and then there it came, slipping past the one holding Roman's shoulder's lips. That slur.

Tears had brimmed in Roman's eyes and the rest of them had stopped and stared, even the guys friends somewhat taken aback before they started laughing. Virgil, himself frozen, had snapped out of it and lunged for the guy, only for the one standing next to him to grab him and hold him back, and the one who was sitting between Virgil and Roman had set his hands and pushed on Virgil's shoulders, holding him back too.

It wasn't until Remus and Janus had gotten up and moved to the table that the boys decided to scram, and Roman left soon after, running to the bathroom to cry. Virgil shrugged off Janus's attempted help in favor of going after Roman, and his comfort didn't soothe Roman's insecurities much.

Hence why they were both upset in the car, and as Virgil pulls out of the school parking lot and onto the street, he keeps his intense eyes focused on the road.

Roman wipes at his eyes as they drive, desperately hoping he'd receive no invasive prompting from his parents. Remus would be with Logan and Janus for the weekend, which means he at least didn't have to worry about Remus sharing what happened with their parents.

After a bit of driving, Virgil finally speaks up when they get to a red light.

"I'm not ready to take you home," he admits, one of his hands falling away from the steering wheel and reaching over the center console in order to set itself gently on Roman's upper thigh. He rubs soothingly over the fabric, although he keeps his eyes trained on the road.

"Can we go to the cliff instead?" he then proposes, and Roman's eyes go wide in surprise. The cliff is where he and Virgil had gone the night Roman professed his love, the place they'd had their first kiss, and the place Virgil had insisted on celebrating his birthday. It was peaceful, and it was beautiful, and only he and Roman knew about it. It was their sanctuary.

Roman hesitates over an answer, and as the light glows green ahead of them, Virgil anxiously glances over to them. "I need an answer, preferably before we get to the next light," he states, apologetic for making Roman hurry up and answer, but not wanting to head one way when in reality Roman wanted to go the other.

"We can- we can go to the cliff," Roman answers, after a moment. He avoids looking at Virgil, but his hand does come to rest atop Virgil's and Virgil smiles slightly. His hand turns over in order for their fingers to slide between each others, each of them holding tightly to the other's hand.

The rest of the drive is in silence, a sort of bittersweet silence. Nothing is said, but nothing needs to be said, as they're comforted by their hold on one another.

Eventually, Virgil pulls his car up to the top of a hill, and parks in near the edge of a cliff. Far enough back to ease his anxiety about potentially falling off, but close to see out across the horizon, and high enough to see the stars when the sun eventually set.

It was still early evening, and the sun was still out, so he and Roman climb out, and onto the hood of the car. Virgil drags Roman in closer as soon as they're both up there, Roman's head laying softly against Virgil's chest. His body was about two thirds the size of Virgil's; even with the positioning of his head against his boyfriend's torso, his feet only stretched down to Virgil's mid-calf.

Being so small meant Virgil's hugs encased him perfectly, though, and kept him feeling safe and secure, and surprisingly warm. Definitely not what Roman would expect from someone so pale, but Virgil was apparently full of surprises.

With the way the car is positioned, the sun is shining right on them. Roman's skin glows in the light, although the heat from the sunrays causes Virgil to sweat a bit under his layers and under Roman's hold on him, but he knows it'll get chillier as the sun sets.

Roman doesn't mind facing away from the sun. He doesn't care that he's laying on top of Virgil.

He blinks tears from his eyes as he replays the days events. The only distraction he has right now is Virgil's hand gently rubbing over his lower back. His long fingers gently work the muscle, before sliding down lower, finger tips shyly sliding just barely past the waistband of Roman's skirt.

Roman's shirt is tucked in, so Virgil doesn't reach any skin, but Roman looks up at him when he feels it, and he can see that his face is bright red, despite the fact Virgil was hardly doing anything embarrassing.

Before he can make a teasing comment about it though, Virgil clears his throat, and mumbles "I think you look really good in this skirt." His hand slides out of the waistband, and instead slides over the skirt, and in turn over Roman's ass. The way he's rubbing his reminiscent of the way he was gently massaging Roman's back, although it's clear he's a lot more shy about touching Roman here of all places.

He pulls Roman just barely up more with his free arm, Roman tucking his head under Virgil's chin, and Virgil's fingers are able to reach the edge of the skirt, and once they're there, they slide upwards, lifting the skirt with it.

"Virgil!" Roman gasps out, as a hand falls to his side so he can try and smooth the skirt down, but Virgil just presses his lips to Roman's head in response.

"No one comes up here but us," Virgil replies, sounding almost whiny. "It's not like people down below will be able to see your ass from up here." Roman's face grows increasingly red as Virgil speaks, and with Roman's embarrassment comes Virgil's confidence, which is clearly reflected in his actions as his hand slides further up, over Roman's bare cheeks, hoisting the skirt up further. His fingers are pressing down a tad harder now, as they trail upwards and eventually run across a thin piece of silky fabric that only covers the top half of Roman's ass.

Smirking now, Virgil adds "besides, didn't you wear this just for me?" His fingers slide under the panties, and bring it up slightly, before he moves his fingers and allows the panties to gently snap back to Roman's skin, earning a pout from Roman.

They seem to be at a standstill, before Roman sighs and says "at least not outside... please? I don't- I don't feel confident."

And, well, Virgil couldn't really blame him. He knew what it was like to doubt yourself, looks and all, and after the day's events, Roman had even more of a reason to feel self conscious. But that didn't mean Virgil wouldn't keep assuring him that he was beautiful.

Because Roman was, and Virgil wanted to make sure he knew it.

So he nods, and sits up, Roman now straddling Virgil's lap as he rises with him. His skirt falls back down, and the noirette sets his chin on Roman's shoulder, as his hands come up around his waist, wrapping him in a loose hug.

"I love you," Virgil mumbles, pressing a kiss to the side of Roman's face, and Roman smiles.

"I know, my chemically imbalanced romance," Roman replies, as he hugs Virgil tighter, prompting Virgil to be more confident with his hold. "I love you too," he then adds, wanting to assure Virgil of his own feelings.

Virgil smiles against Roman's neck, before he hoists Roman up, Roman's legs swinging around Virgil's waist as if his boyfriend had carried him like this several times before.

In reality, Virgil had, although not nearly as often as Roman would like. Virgil always worried about dropping him, although he always had such a careful hold on him that the chance of that happening was low. Roman was small anyway; he wasn't that hard to carry.

After sliding off the hood of the car, he carries Roman to the side of the car and opens one of the back doors, carefully aiding Roman in being set inside, setting his hand over Roman's head so he can keep Roman's head from hitting the top of the car, before Roman gently falls back against the backseats.

Virgil climbs in after him, awkwardly twisting around in order to pull the back door closed, before he leans back over Roman. Despite the sun beating down on the car, the temperature was surprisingly bearable inside, which was relieving for both of them as both of them would suffer in quite a bit of heat.

He's awkwardly hunched over, trying to avoid hitting his head on the roof of the car, but still wanting to gaze over Roman's full body. His hands slide over Roman's legs, gently squeezing and rubbing over the muscle, before they slide further up, once again dragging the skirt up, this time deciding to fully flip it so that Roman's panties were on display.

They were white, to match the stockings, with a red, lace trim that hugged his upper thighs rather tightly. The material was thin to begin with, and barely contained Roman's bulge as is, showing the outline of his flaccid cock clearly.

Virgil hesitates, his face going pink as he stares, before he looks away. "Sorry," Virgil murmurs, as he goes to move Roman's skirt back down, but Roman rests his hands over Virgil's, and gently squeezes his fingers.

"Don't be sorry," Roman coos in response, before smiling as he asks "just tell me why you're staring." He knows why; Virgil knows that Roman knows why, but he's eager to praise his boyfriend, and he supposes this gives him the opportunity to do so.

Hence why Virgil then clears his throat, and hesitantly brushes his fingertips over Roman's clothed cock. "You're just... so pretty," he states, as his eyes run over Roman's lower half, before trailing back up to his face. One of his hands come up to softly cup Roman's cheek, thumb swiping over Roman's bottom lip.

"I love the skirt on you," Virgil then admits, before leaning down so their foreheads were pressed together. "I love the turtleneck on you. I love these stockings, and the shoes-" he cuts himself off by connecting their lips, and when he pulls away he keeps going almost immediately, saying "you have such an eye for style. Everything you put together fits you perfectly. You're perfect, to me, at least. I love you, Roman."

"Virgil..." Roman replies, cutely whining as tears brim in his eyes. He wasn't perfect; he couldn't believe he was perfect, but the fact that Virgil believed he was made him tear up with happiness.

"Please, Roman," Virgil continues, pressing kisses over his boyfriend's jaw and down his neck, pulling away again when his lips hit the top of the turtleneck. "Please," he begs, pulling Roman closer by his thighs so that his hips were partially lifted off the seat and his crotch was flush with Virgil's. "Let me worship you," Virgil pleads, face bright red. He usually avoided showing this much vulnerability - this much submission - around Roman. It's not that he didn't trust him, it was just that it took a lot of confidence. Confidence that Virgil didn't normally have.

"What about- what about lube?" Roman asks, although he can't help the fact his eyes trail down to Virgil's pants, eyeing the front of his tight jeans as if fantasizing about what was underneath them. Tears roll slowly down his cheeks as he blinks, overwhelmingly happy despite the underlying insecurity.

Virgil's face turns a darker shade of red, as he reaches past the front two seats and into the passenger glovebox, pulling out a small bottle of lube.

"I've, uh, always wanted to try car sex," Virgil mumbles, as he shows it to Roman. "Remus bought it for me as a joke but I just... I've kept it just in case." He's stammering over his words, clearly thinking that keeping lube in his car is weird, but it just makes Roman smile slightly.

"It's good that you did," he replies, attempting to ease Virgil's growing nerves with assurance. "Isn't it? Now we can do what you want."

"And what you want too, right?"

Roman lets out a soft laugh. "Yes, of course, mi amor. Te mucho tu amor," Roman coos, as he goes to slip the skirt off of him, although before he can, Virgil's hands come to rest atop his.

"Leave the skirt on, please," Virgil pleads, eyes wide. "I'll buy you a new one if it gets messed up at all. I just..." he gnaws at the inside of his cheek as he speaks, clearly uncomfortable with such professions, but he does want to get them out, so he sucks in a deep breath before continuing with "I really like that skirt on you, Roman. Please?"

It was new to hear Virgil begging, and Roman found he quite liked it, although he comments "you don't have the money to spare."

He's being playful, but Virgil's dead serious as he responds "I'll find a way. I promise."

Roman smiles, cheeks pink, as he leans up to kiss Virgil, before muttering "you don't have to," against his lips. When he lays back against the seats, he adds "I have plenty of skirts at home. And if they make you behave like this, then who cares what anybody else thinks. I'd rather see my precious emo being cute than give up dressing the way I want forever."

"You had me until 'cute,'" Virgil bitterly states, which makes Roman chuckle.

He leans down though, sliding his hand down between his thighs. Looking away from Virgil out of embarrassment, he moves his fingers down between the panties, pulling them to the side and showing off his hole, as if enticing Virgil to fuck it.

Virgil doesn't waste anymore time talking, as he fumbles to unbutton his pants, before hurriedly slipping his cock out of the slit between his boxers.

"Do you need to be prepped?" Virgil asks, as he strokes his cock to full hardness with his free hand. Roman shakes his head in response, although he doesn't elaborate on why he doesn't need to be stretched, which leaves Virgil to fantasize about what Roman could have been doing recently that led him to not need to be prepped.

He has to keep himself from getting too distracted though, as he instead shakes his head slightly to bring him back to reality, before he uncaps the lube and quickly spreads it over his cock. He closes the tube afterwards and carefully tosses it back into the front seat. He'd put it back in it's place later, but for now he'd rather just focus on Roman.

Roman continues holding his panties to the side, although he does focus his gaze back on Virgil. Specifically, his boyfriend's cock, which Virgil then hesitantly rubs against Roman's hole. It's clear he's nervous, despite having proposed the idea, and while one of his hands rest against Roman's hip, the other comes up to Roman's hand, where Virgil entwines their fingers.

"Love, if you want to stop, we don't have to continue," Roman says, before Virgil presses their lips together again.

"I want to continue," Virgil insists, against Roman's lips. "Do you want to stop?"

"No."

Pressing another kiss to Roman, Virgil asks "are you sure?" to which he receives a positive verbal response.

The head of Virgil's cock rolls over Roman's hole, and Roman has half a mind to tell Virgil to stop being a tease (even if it's accidental), only for Virgil to then slowly begin pushing his cock into Roman's ass. He groans against Roman's lips as he presses in further.

Sure, things are a bit uncomfortable in the back of the car; one of Roman's legs is awkwardly pressed against the seat, although both his legs are wrapped around Virgil's waist, and pull him closer when he begins sliding in.

Virgil presses their lips together again as he pushes himself fully in, before grinding quite shyly against Roman's ass. The hand planted on Roman's hip slides over his crotch, palming him through the thin underwear. Roman's cock stretches the material as it hardens, and the tip peaks out the waistband of the underwear, which encourages Virgil to thumb over the slit of Roman's cock, earning a quiet whine from the man below him.

"Cute," Virgil mumbles, under his breath, before Roman ends up squeezing Virgil's hand and moaning out "move, please."

Nodding, Virgil slides halfway out, before slowly pushing himself back in, still rubbing gently over Roman's cock all the while. His thrusts are shallow and gentle, but it's what they both need.

Hesitantly, Virgil slides his hand away from Roman's, and instead uses it to untuck Roman's turtleneck from the waistband of the skirt, before sliding his palm over Roman's bare stomach. As he feels Roman's defined and rather toned chest, he feels a tad insecure about his own pudgy body, but as his eyes flicker to Roman's face, Roman's staring up at him as if he's the most handsome man in the world.

Half-lidded eyes and an adoring gaze graces Virgil's face, and Virgil's flustered by the look alone.

"Why- why are you looking at me like that," Virgil asks, voice bitter but words shy, and the question prompts Roman to smile affectionately at well. He's known about Virgil's tendency to get defensive, and the fact he doesn't like to be stared at, but he can't help it.

Said prior knowledge aids in allowing him to answer though, as the hand formerly holding Virgil's comes to cup Virgil's face, thumbing over his cheek.

"You're pretty too," Roman answers, legs pulling Virgil closer, and urging Virgil to bury his cock back in Roman's ass. Virgil moans, before leaning into Roman's hand. He doesn't respond; there's no scowl and no bite back, just begrudging acceptance of Roman's compliment. Roman's delighted that Virgil seems to be pleased by it, judging by the upwards quirk in the corner of his mouth, and the fact his eyes darted away from Roman's for a second before coming back to meet his eyes.

The heat of the car is finally starting to set in, although the sun is now setting, and sweat forms on Virgil's brow because of it. His hands move away from Roman's body for a few mere seconds as he shucks off his jacket, before tossing it onto the floorboard, turning back to Roman moments after.

"Take off mine too, please?" Roman asks, although it sounds more like a cute order than a plea. Virgil obeys regardless, helping slide Roman's turtleneck off of him, before he discards that on the floor too.

Shirt now missing, Virgil leans over to kiss over Roman's chest, speeding up his thrusts ever so slightly. It's less about the sex and more about the fact they're there together, holding and kissing each other, although Virgil's cock thrusting into him is a big plus.

Virgil thrusts harder into his boyfriend, teeth gritting as Roman's hands wrap around his shoulders, pulling him even closer. Virgil's lips stay pressed to Roman's neck as he speeds up his thrusts, remembering at one point to slide his hand down over Roman's body and back to his cock, stroking him through the fabric of the panties.

Roman moans at the contact, and his back arches as Virgil's cock then thrusts into his prostate, causing Roman to cry out Virgil's name.

"Right there!" Roman moans, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. "Please, Virgil, please," he then stammers, as if pleading Virgil to continue pleasing him.

He doesn't need to beg, though, as Virgil's more than happy to continue thrusting against his prostate, relentlessly stimulating Roman through hard thrusts and his hand still working against Roman's cock. A part of him wanted to pull it out of the panties entirely to preserve them, but the other part desired ruining the fabric. It'd look so pretty plastered to Roman's body because of his own come and sweat.

Roman looked so pretty like that already, really.

Hair matted to his forehead due to the heat in the car, and cock leaking pre-come all over his stomach while Virgil continued to stroke his cock through his panties, he looked utterly spent already. Some of the pre even soaked into the material and dampened it, which was quite the pleasing sight in Virgil's opinion.

"You're hot," Virgil mutters, blunt and honest, although he tucks his face back into Roman's neck, kissing and nipping ever so lightly at the bare skin. "You feel so good, too. I'm close, Roman."

Virgil sounds embarrassed to admit he's already so close so fast, but his voice is deep and gravelly, and it only sends a shiver of pleasure through Roman's body as a result.

"Come- please, Virgil, come for me," Roman pleads, and Virgil disregards the fact that they'll be making a mess as he thrusts a few more times, before burying himself deep in Roman's ass and coming into him with a soft moan.

Roman whines at the feeling, and lets out short, breathy moans as Virgil continues to thrust throughout his orgasm, before he comes to a stop.

This causes Roman to whine again, squeezing Virgil's shoulders as he begs "please, keep going. Need you."

Virgil's face is bright red, and he does hesitate before nodding. He knows it'll feel somewhat uncomfortable for his sensitive cock, but he's desperate to please Roman as much as Roman's pleased him, so he moves one hand to his waist and draws in a breath before he pulls out slightly and thrusts back fully into Roman, rubbing against his prostate once more, and earning a pretty gasp from Roman.

He speeds up his thrusts almost immediately, cutely whining - in Roman's opinion - as his sensitive cock rubs against Roman's inner walls.

He pulls back from where his face is buried in Roman's chest, his own hand working faster over Roman's cock.

"Please, please, Roman," Virgil whimpers, before biting his lip as he desperately attempts to maintain some of his rigid composure. It seems it's all melted away, however, replaced with oversensitivity and the need to drive Roman to an orgasm. "Come, please; Roman, come for me. Make a mess of your pretty panties and pretty skirt. Please."

Normally Roman would tease him for begging, but his face is flush at how beautifully blissed out Virgil sounds, and how despite his own sensitivity, he's willing to aid Roman in reaching his climax.

"You're so considerate," Roman utters, although Virgil misses it as Roman speaks barely above a whisper, and Virgil thrusts into Roman's prostate a few more times, before Roman's coming over his skirt and even partially onto the panties. His stomach is lathered in the excretion, and Virgil stops thrusting almost as soon as Roman comes, but his hand still moves in order to stroke Roman through his orgasm.

"Good boy," Virgil praises, voice quiet and somewhat relieved. "So good for me. And pretty, especially like this." His soft words were a contrast to the rough hands that work to keep Roman down when he tries to sit up, before Virgil's stripping himself of his shirt and using it to wipe up Roman's chest. Afterwards, he brings it down to Roman's hole, wiping up the come that's leaking out, before he awkwardly lifts Roman up and moves to place him in the front seat.

"Here," he says, after a moment, handing Roman his jacket. Roman smiles at him in return, politely thanking him as he quickly slides it on, before slumping against the back of the chair. He knows Virgil is left without something to cover his torso, and Virgil looks a tad nervous that he'll be driving around shirtless, but Roman's comfort was his top priority, and as he climbs into the front seat, he can't help the smile that graces his lips at Roman's body, laying partially against the door as he struggled to get comfortable enough to sleep.

Virgil reaches over and grabs the seat belt, wrapping it around his boyfriend and buckling him in, before he starts the car.

"Are you okay coming to my house?" he asks, as he glances towards the setting sun. "It's getting late, and my parents are always fine with you spending the night."

"Mhmm..." Roman sleepily responds, nodding his head slightly, before he lets out a yawn and rather uncoordinatedly reaches over the center console without opening his eyes, feeling around as if searching for something.

Virgil know what he wants, and he laces his fingers with Roman's over the console, his thumb gently rubbing circles into back of his hand. He snickers fondly as Roman smiles at the contact, seemingly relaxing even more as he tucks his face into the side of Virgil's hoodie, and is lulled into a deep sleep by the rumbling of the car engine as Virgil drives them back to his place, holding tight to each other's hands all the while.

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"I hate this," Logan mutters, as the wheel spins towards the top. The ascent is slow, as the operator at the bottom loads more riders onto each cart, and Logan nervously glances over the side as the cart rocks slightly with each movement. "Did we really have to go on this? You know I dislike heights."

"Please, Logan," Remus replies, with a roll of his eyes, although he takes Logan's hand in his and gives it a squeeze. "You'll be fine, trust me. These rides are tested before they're set up; they have to be."

Logan's brows furrow as he says "there are about thirty-thousand-"

"-amusement-park related injuries per year," Remus finishes, before waving his hand dismissively. "Yeah, yeah, I know. I check what the average is every year so I know how to scare Virgil."

Logan goes quiet, and Remus leans over the edge, only for Logan to hook his fingers under the strap of Remus's tank top and pull him back. Remus's ass landing back on the seat of the cart causes it to shake again and Logan grits his teeth.

"What are you doing?" he hisses, as Remus's arm curls around Logan's waist.

Remus presses a kiss to Logan's head as he says "I was just looking at the ride operator. Normally the ride would have started back up by now."

"Is he still loading people?"

Remus chews on his inner cheek, before breathing out the answer "no. He was actually talking to someone in a grey shirt."

"A rider?"

Remus looks away at the question, and Logan feels his heart start to speed up.

"A rider?" Logan repeats, sounding more desperate for an affirmative answer, and Remus's hand squeezes his waist as he peers over the edge again.

"No," Remus states, after a moment. "Not a rider. It actually looks like a mechanic..."

"What?!"

"Shut up," Remus grits, after a moment, before he turns to frown at Logan. "You panicking isn't going to do anything, put potentially flip this cart around. Just chill out, okay?"

Logan throws his hands up in the air as he exclaims "it's not that easy!" before Remus leans in and kisses him. Logan's hands shake as Remus entwines their fingers, and he squeezes lovingly as he feels Logan lean into him.

When Remus pulls away, Logan still looks somewhat nervous, but he sucks in a deep breath, before exhaling and looking back at Remus, and Remus knows what he's silently asking for.

"Need a distraction?" Remus asks, and Logan nods, before leaning into him to keep himself from peaking over the edge again.

Remus hums as he presses a few wet kisses to Logan's head and cheeks, before saying "would you prefer a sexual distraction, or were you hoping for something more lame?"

"A sexual distraction?" Logan inquires, holding tight to Remus when the man tries to pull away. Remus relents, and stays where he is, which earns a relieved sigh in return. "I mean, we're literally on a Ferris wheel, high above the ground. There's not much we can do."

Remus raises an eyebrow as he snickers, responding "oh, there's plenty we can do. You just lack imagination!"

Logan pouts at his words, but he trusts Remus (unfortunately), so he sighs out "fine. If it'll keep me from thinking about how horrifyingly high up we are, then I suppose I'm more than willing to have you do what you want with me."

Remus's grin at his words sends a shiver down his spine, but his hands go straight to unbuttoning Logan's pants, unzipping them with ease and hurrying to grab Logan's cock. Logan tenses at the wind that hits it straight on, but Remus excitedly gets straight into stroking.

With a gasp, Logan's hand comes to cover his mouth, as he dares to glance behind him. The cart that was supposed to be there was lowered slightly, and out of his sight, and as Logan leans over the edge in front of him, he sees that the back of the carts and the support beams on the wheel would keep anyone from actually seeing them, much to his relief.

That didn't keep Remus from saying "imagine if anyone saw us up here. Or- or, imagine the wheel starts spinning and suddenly we're right next to the operator with your cock still in my hand. Wouldn't that be something?"

"That'd be- that'd be-" Logan stammers, only for two of Remus's fingers to distract him as they rub against Logan's bottom lip. Logan's eyes dart to meet Remus's, and upon seeing Remus's smirk, Logan obediently opens his mouth up, allowing Remus's fingers to slip inside.

Not only did the action allow Logan to busy himself with licking over Remus's fingers, it also kept his head in place and prevented him from looking over the edge.

Plus, it was hot. Remus knew Logan enjoyed being forcibly shut up, whether it be with gags or with fingers he'd gag on regardless, and there was no better time for Remus to use his kinks against him than when he needed a distraction.

Remus's eyes prod further into his mouth, and Logan gags around them, only for the pad of Remus's thumb to rub over Logan's slit.

When he attempts to buck his hits, his leg hits the bar on the cart, and it rocks, which causes his eyes to snap wide open and him to turn his head, Remus's fingers slipping out of his mouth in the process.

"Oh no," Logan says, as the cart rocks more, him gripping the bar keeping his legs down as he grits his teeth, and Remus sighs, before his hand comes to cup Logan's face. Logan feels his own spit wipe against his cheek, as Remus's hand momentarily pauses on his cock.

"Logan, calm down," Remus says, as he guides Logan's worried face back towards his own. "I've got you, okay? If we fall the bars will break it somewhat, and we'll probably just end up with a few broken bones."

"Not helping," Logan replies, through gritted teeth, and Remus laughs lightly.

Pressing a quick kiss to Logan's head, Remus responds "right, right. My bad. But you have to trust me. If I believed you could die right now, I'd probably be more worried, wouldn't I?" Upon the narrowed eyes he gets in response, Remus adds "okay, and maybe I'd be a little aroused. But mostly worried!"

"You just have to trust me when I say I can help. I'm great at distractions," Remus points out, and Logan can't deny that. Plus, he was still hard, and Remus's hand was still wrapped around his cock. Although it was unmoving, it still served to draw Logan's eyes back to it every so often.

"If you don't stop looking over the edge though I might just have to find some way to blindfold you," Remus then adds, as his hand slowly resumes its stroking, sliding fast over Logan's shaft. "I could tear up my shirt and use it as a makeshift cloth cover. Then you wouldn't be able to see at all! Just feel me taking complete care of you." Remus coos as his sentence carries on, and Logan brings his own hand up to his mouth so he can bite his knuckle and stifle a moan.

Remus pouts at that though, sadly whining "Logan! I want to hear your cute moans. Come on! It's not like anyone else will be able to hear you anyway." He leans in as he speaks, until his breath is fanning over Logan's lips, and Remus's free hand is coming to pull Logan's hand away from his mouth.

A whine escapes Logan's mouth the second his hand is gone, much to Remus's delight, as he speeds up his hand on Logan's cock, as if rewarding him for being noisy. Remus always loved to hear his cutely pathetic sounds; Logan isn't vocal enough in his opinion, but they were working on that.

Logan's head falls back in an open mouthed moan as Remus's other hand comes to fondle his balls, providing him with constant friction to his genitals, ensuring Logan felt nothing but pleasure. While he couldn't understand how someone could be so afraid of being so high, he wasn't judging. People can't control their fears, or their feelings, and both are valid regardless.

"Remus," Logan gasps out, and Remus leans in to kiss him at the mention of his name. His tongue slides into Logan's mouth, as one of Logan's hands grip Remus's hair, pulling him even closer, while the other grips tightly to the bar on his lap to remind him to keep his hips still.

"Fuck, baby," Remus groans against Logan's lips, an eye cracked open in order to stare at Logan's red face. His eyes are squeezed shut, and his messy hair reflects his frantic nerves, but the way he grit his teeth and the drool on Logan's lips send a jolt of arousal through Remus's body.

If they weren't on a rocking cart right now, Remus would be quick to tug down Logan's pants and ride him until he was shaking and overstimulated. Unfortunately, it seems that'd have to wait for another day.

Didn't stop Remus's hand from squeezing Logan's cock out of excitement, earning a shuddering gasp from the latter before Remus's lips are pressed to his again, eager to taste him (and to bite at his already red lips).

Logan moans into Remus's open mouth, his back hitting the side of the car as his thigh presses harder to the safety bar, and with a few more strokes, the mix of adrenaline and pleasure causes heat to pool in Logan's lower stomach, and he breaks away from Remus's kiss to whine out "Remus, I'm close. Please."

Remus doesn't react at first, just chasing his lips before he can kiss him again, and Logan doesn't want to pull away this time.

His fear of being so high up is temporarily forgotten, as he instead focuses on Remus's hand speedily stroking his cock, thumbing over his slit and stimulating him endlessly.

"Remus-" he gasps into the kiss, only to be cut off with another. Remus wasn't willing to let Logan even breathe, and as much as Logan found it cute, he was internally begging for relief, and he wanted to be a good boy and ask first, like Remus usually wants him to.

"Please," he whines out again, sounding more broken as he turns his head away from the kiss and towards the back of the car, eyes opening just a sliver to see the scratched and stained cart that he was previously leaning against. His nose scrunches up in momentary disgust, only for Remus to squeeze his cock again, and Logan's distracted once more as his head falls back in a moan.

Remus nips at his jugular once he does, panting against Logan's skin as he breathes out "come for me, Logan. Please; I want you to." He sounds almost like he's the one begging, and he is! He wants to know just how good Logan was feeling, and bring him to that blissful state of mindlessness so that he wouldn't have to focus on how high up they were, even if it was just for a few moments.

With a high moan, Logan obliges, and he comes over Remus's hand and shirt as his boyfriend continues to stroke him throughout his orgasm.

As Logan comes down from his figurative high, the Ferris wheel creaks, and Logan lurches forward. The cart rocks as Remus holds Logan tight in his arms, the former peaking of the edge only to see that the ride operator is giving thumbs up, and the ride starts moving slowly forward, as Logan and Remus's cart descends.

After he gets over his initial shock, Logan's eyes go wide with embarrassment instead, and Remus snickers as he licks the come off his hands while watching Logan struggle to tuck his cock back into his boxers, fumbling with the buttons on his jeans due to his nerves and embarrassment, before he finally gets them buttoned up. He smooths out his shirt afterwards, clearing his throat, before glancing at Remus and noticing his shirt has an obvious stain, he's taking his sweet time licking up all the come from his fingers, and he has a very obvious bulge in the shorts he's wearing, that only cause Logan to go a darker shade of red.

"Remus!" Logan hisses, hands coming up to cover his mouth as he nervously glances over the side of the cart and notices they're nearing the deporting platform. "The operator will see you're aroused!"

"So?" comes Remus's blunt reply, as he licks the rest of Logan's semen from his hand, before sliding that very same hand around Logan's waist and pulling him closer in the cart.

"So," Logan continues, eyes narrowed and lip jutted out in a pout, "he'll be able to infer what we did, which is illegal by the way!"

Remus waves his hand dismissively, squeezing Logan's hip simultaneously, as he casually replies "it's not like anyone could see us."

"They can see you now-" Logan's protests are cut off by a swift kiss from Remus, which Logan can't help but melt into, before their cart reaches the bottom of the wheel. They pull away as the operator pulls up the bar over their laps, before they walk away without a second thought. Remus gives Logan a knowingly smug look, before he takes Logan's hand and pulls him up, allowing the operator to continue unloading patrons form the ride.

Remus drags Logan far away from the Ferris wheel, half way across the park at least, before Logan lets out a huge sigh of relief, uttering "finally" under his breath.

However, Remus doesn't give him much respite, as his fingers come to press under Logan's chin and tilt Logan's head upwards so they were staring eye to eye.

"Care to help me out, doll?" Remus purrs, and Logan dares cast his eyes downwards towards Remus's crotch, where e can see his boyfriend is still very much hard, and clearly wants a hand. Or a mouth.

"Yeah- yeah I can help," Logan stammers, as he lets himself be pulled along by Remus to a nearby public restroom. Theres no lock on the door, so after double checking no one's in the stalls, Remus leans back against it, making sure it stays closed.

"On your knees, baby," Remus then instructs him, and Logan ignores the unhygienic situation their in as he drops to the floor, knees firmly connecting with the stained tile.

In front of him, Remus works to undo his shorts, before he drops then carelessly, and tugs his boxers down carelessly afterwards. His cock is already leaking pre, and Logan can only momentarily wonder if Remus had been palming himself in the midst of getting Logan off before Remus's hands are tangling in his hair and pulling him up so that Remus's cock taps against his lips.

With a grin, Remus says "open wide," and Logan does, eager to show his appreciation for Remus and please him simultaneously, thankful for Remus keeping him distracted and safe, while also aroused greatly by the notion Remus got so hard from so little friction, which boosts Logan's self confidence simply knowing Remus finds him that attractive.

So, Logan leans forward and takes the tip of Remus's cock into his mouth, sucking and licking over it and stimulating Remus's slit. Remus's head falls back against the door as his hand wrangle Logan's hair, before Logan's head is suddenly being pushed down hard. Logan gags as Remus's cock hits the back of his throat, but Remus just moans, muttering "fuck, Logan," just barely loud enough for even Logan to hear.

Logan's nose is scrunch up as it presses uncomfortably against Remus's pelvis, but Logan looks like he's loving this. His eyes hold tight to Remus's thighs, sweetly kneading the skin there while Logan tries to stop gagging around the thick cock stuffing his throat.

When he attempts to move his head back, Remus holds him still for a moment, before he tugs Logan back by his hair, pulling him back although about half of his cock remains in Logan's mouth.

Logan takes a deep breath in through his nose, before Remus pushes his head back down, albeit slower this time. Once again Logan gags, but he swallows around Remus's cock as his tongue slides over his shaft.

Pulling his head up again, Logan's forced once more to the end of Remus's shaft, mouth only around the tip as Remus looks at him with a malicious glint in his eye that sent a shiver down Logan's spine.

Holding Logan's head still, Remus then proceeds to thrusts into it, pounding against the back of his throat and earning a gagged off moan. He pulls back again, before doing the same thing, and Logan keeps his jaw slack as he realizes what Remus is doing. He's happy to be a pretty little fleshlight for Remus, especially because he knows he caused it. It's the least he can do, and he likes pleasing Remus anyway.

"It's like your mouth was made for my cock," Remus grunts thrusting harder into Logan's mouth. Logan was keeping his mouth open and jaw slick as he allowed himself to be used, although tears brimmed in his eyes as he was repeatedly gagged.

Remus snickers to himself at his previous statement, before he adds "just like the way my hole was made for yours." Logan could assume Remus's mind was already working up fantasies that no doubt involved more amusement parks, and if Logan had to guess, he'd bet they primarily focused on the Ferris wheel.

Logan would be more bitter if he didn't trust Remus completely.

As Remus's thrusts get more sporadic, Logan squeezes his eyes shut, focusing on the feeling of Remus's cock sliding over his tongue, and the pre-cum he was swallowing more and more frequently, while Remus grips tighter to Logan's hair.

"I'm close, Logan," Remus groans out, head leaned back as he moans and pants, but still he continues with "can I come inside your mouth and make a mess of your insides? Pretty please? Tap twice for yes."

Logan taps faster that he even knew he could, and Remus snickers as he continues fucking Logan's throat. With a few more thrusts, he's coming, and a stream of semen hits Logan's taste buds and causes him to choke. Remus holds his head on his cock until Logan manages to swallow nearly everything, before he finally lets him go, and Logan pulls away coughing and choking, although his face is bright red and he he calms himself down shortly after.

"God, you're so fucking hot," Remus says, rather affectionately as he crouches down and helps Logan to his feet, carelessly wiping some of his own come off of Logan's chin and then sucks them off of his fingers carelessly.

"You okay?" he follows up with, and Logan smiles slightly and nods at him as Remus then proceeds to grab his hand.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Logan replies, before Remus leans down to press a kiss to Logan's lips.

Remus smiles as they kiss, and then kiss again, before Remus pulls away to say "are we spending the rest of the day at the fair? We still have quite a bit of tickets left."

In return, his boyfriend hums in thought, before Logan responds "I suppose we can stay for a little while longer, as long as we don't get back on the Ferris wheel."

Remus pouts at the conditions, but Logan doesn't budge, so with a groan he replies "fine! I suppose we can stay away from the Ferris wheel. You deprive me though, Logan."

After straightening up the best two gay men could, they then leave the bathroom, hand-in-hand, and spend the rest day riding more modest rides where Logan was close enough to the ground to ease his worries, and go home later that night so they can kiss, shower, and sleep, feeling rather satisfied by the day's events.

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"Dabbling in voodoo, now, Remus?" Janus questions, although it sounds less like a question and more like a judgmental statement.

Remus isn't fazed, however, as he's used to this sort of thing. Instead, he turns around, showing Janus the Virgil-themed doll he had in hand.

"Virgil enjoyed it," Remus sings, a grin on his face as he continues touching-up the little doll. "And I wanted to repay him, so why not make my own little emo doll. It looks quite cute, doesn't it?" He wiggles it around in order to show Janus, and then turns his chair back around, hunching back over his desk.

Janus's boots click against Remus's floor, as he comes up behind Remus, evaluating the way Remus's hands moved as he fixed up the doll.

"It does," Janus answers, hands coming to rest against Remus's shoulders. "Do you plan to make them of everyone?"

"That was my initial idea," Remus replies, turning the doll over. "Obviously mine was the most important, and obviously I have to make a doll of my dear panicky prince, but... if you have an idea of who you want to come next, then I'm happy to take commissions." Remus wiggles his eyebrows at the mentions of commissions, obviously already having something in mind as payment, and Janus hums in thought.

"All right," Janus states, arms crossing over his chest. "Just name your price..."

A day later, there comes a knock on Janus's door. Stretching, Janus sits up, rubbing at his eyes before walking to the door, where Remus is there waiting. He's already bouncing with energy, absurdly eccentric for it being so early in the morning.

"What do you want?" Janus grits out, before yawning, and slumping against his door. Remus is swaying back and forth on his feet as he pulls a doll out from seemingly nowhere. He then proceeds to hold the doll out to the deceitful side.

Two bright blue buttons decorate the dolls face as stand-in eyes, and the iconic blue shirt and grey sweater was an easy give away as to who the doll was made to be.

"Have you told Patton about this yet?" Janus asks, as he gently plucks the doll from Remus's hold. Remus shakes his head, a pleased smile ever-present.

"Nope!" he exclaims, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"Did you at least ask him if he was okay with this?"

Remus raises an eyebrow, setting a hand on his hip and sassily replying "no, did you? I wasn't the one who had intentions of playing with the doll, now was I?"

He digs into his pocket and pulls out a small drawstring bag, before he hands that to Janus too. Janus takes it with a hum, eyeing it skeptically, before he tucks it into his own pocket. He'd found the doll of Remus in Virgil's room, and had questioned Virgil about it. Despite Virgil's bitter opinions regarding Janus, he told him about it anyway.

"I'll go talk to Patton," Janus says, pushing past Remus in order to step out of his room. "I definitely don't appreciate this. Thank you."

Grinning ear to ear, Remus bounded off, pleased with having completed the task Janus laid out for him, while Janus himself tucks the doll away before going to find Patton to question him about what the moral side's boundaries were, so he knew what he could get away with and what he would have to refrain from doing.

Of course, he did explain the doll, and although Patton initially seemed a bit hesitant to indulge in such practices, he does eventually consent and tell Janus that he trusts him.

As for boundaries? There were not many... but perhaps that would be fun to play around with at a later date.

With Patton's consent under his belt now, he sets the doll aside for later usage, and plans out everything he wants to do with him.

After a few days, however, Janus suspects that Patton has forgotten about their prior conversation, which gives him the perfect opportunity to play with Patton. Surprising him with a sudden burst of pleasure would be the most fun, in Janus's opinion.

So as soon as he can excuse himself back to his room, he takes the opportunity, and shuts himself in there. He'd love to see Patton's reaction to this, but he might as well start off slow and encourage Patton to retreat back to his own room before things get too intense.

He sprinkles some of the activator dust over the doll of Patton, before he sits back on his bed and holds the doll gently.

Having seen and touched the doll of Remus before, he knew all there was to know about the item, and wouldn't be surprised by fingers accidentally slipping past the folds of the mouth like Virgil was. Honestly, how elementary.

Making sure to be careful with the doll's clothes, he pulls them off and sets them neatly on his nightstand, before he gently rubs over the dolls body. Firm fingers caress the fabric, sweetly stroking the doll's face, before his thumb drags over the doll's chest, and eventually reaches the crotch, where he rubs circles against the flat area.

Patton, formerly in the kitchen, gasps suddenly when he feels friction against his crotch. His hands grip the countertop as he leans forward, biting his lip to prevent anything else slipping out of his mouth. Squeezing his thighs together didn't stop the soft rubbing, so curious as to what the problem was, Patton glances around before sinking out of the kitchen entirely, and rising up in his bedroom moments later.

The rubbing increases in speed and Patton scrambles to pull his pants off, boxers following soon after. Nothing appeared to be rubbing against it, and as he tried to rack his mind to determine what could be the cause, he couldn't identify anything.

Surprisingly, though, he wasn't complaining. It was nice to just lay back on his bed and let some unseen force take care of him. Normally he'd object to any sort of sexual touches, but he'd be stressed lately, and he felt so good...

Oh. Oh!

Janus had just come to him recently asking for his consent to quote-unquote "play with him." Surely, this is what he meant?

Patton leans up slightly, tempted to go to Janus and fall into his arms, allowing the deceitful side to take complete care of him, but before he can pull himself out of bed, the friction stops. Patton whines, as his cock lays hard against his stomach, confused as to why the pleasure suddenly stopped.

Maneuvering the doll, Janus had wanted to fully look at the naked thing. A finger tip ghosts over the hole at the bottom, before Janus peers at it, and suddenly gets an idea. Gently holding the doll's midsection, he brings the lower half to his lips, before his forked tongue slide out of his mouth and over the doll's crotch, before it moves lower, and slide slowly into the doll's hole.

His tongue is compressed by the warm, inner walls, and he can almost imagine Patton's hole desperately clenching around him as he works his tongue further inside.

Patton moans suddenly as he feels something thick and almost... wet push into his hole. It's big, and he squirms as it works its way into him, gasping as it rubs up against his prostate. "Jan- Janus!" he cries out, legs shaking from the stimulation, despite the fact they had just gotten started.

How Janus craved seeing the way Patton was currently reacting. He was sure it was extreme and pathetic, and he'd expect nothing less based on the fact Patton was no doubt overly sensitive from lack of experience, and that image caused Janus to drive his tongue into Patton with more force, before he decides to pull it out.

He had all day to have his fun, and he'd probably still have his tongue the whole time, so why not just hurry and do what he wanted to now, and leave the rest until later.

He pulls off one of his gloves, before summoning lube and spreading the substance over his fingers. He teasingly rubs one of them over the dolls hole, before pushing it inside, and cringing as he feels the already spit-soaked innards. Deciding he doesn't need to take the time to stretch the doll out properly, seeing as his tongue coated his insides seemingly well enough, Janus wastes no time being sweet.

As Janus slides in two more fingers, Patton's hands grip tightly to the bedsheets, twisting in the fabric as his hole is spread open, and large digits move slowly in and out of him, rubbing against his prostate, before yet another slips in. Janus curls four fingers inside of him, and Patton's hips buck as his cock leaks precum.

"Please- please!" Patton exclaims, legs spread wide and hips raised slightly in the air, as if showing off his hole. One of his arms falls over his mouth, as he desperately tries to muffle the embarrassing noises that he let out.

He still couldn't process what was happening, but he knew Janus was behind it and he wasn't complaining, even though he was basically being played with like a toy.

He feels a squeeze around his chest that admittedly sends a dark flush to his face as he feels like some sort of giant is just holding him and squeezing him like a stress toy. The giant fingers in him pump with more force, and a part of him can only fantasize about a giant Janus doing that exact thing.

However, he whines as he feels a finger slip out of him, the rest of them following suit, just to Patton's dismay.

Was that it? Was that all Janus wanted to do? Patton whimpers as his legs slowly come back together, before squeezing in humiliation as he takes notice of his leaking cock. After a few seconds, Patton slides out of bed, deciding he was going to get Janus's help regardless of any potential embarrassment it may cause him.

He doesn't bother with his pants, sliding on his boxers only, before he shuffles.out of his room and down the hall. He tries to keep his shirt pulled down over his erection, but it isn't doing much, so he just prays none of the others walk by and see him looking so messy and perverted.

Luckily, though, everyone appears to be busy elsewhere, and Patton's journey through the hallway results in him being left undisturbed up until he reaches Janus's door. He hopes Janus will actually be inside and he doesn't have to risk the walk back to his room, but before he can even raise his fist to knock, he feels something bigger than the things pushing into him previously slide into his hole, and he falls to his knees with a high cry from the sheer intensity. His palms are against Janus's door, and his head rests against the wood as well as he lets out quiet sobs and moans as the thing pulls out of him almost as fast.

He hears heavy footsteps, although he can't identify where they're coming from, only for the door to open and for him to fall flat on his face, chest and hands landing on the rug in Janus's bedroom.

There's silence for a moment, before Patton raises his head slightly to see Janus's fancy dress shoes in front of him. A gentle hand cups his face and raises it further, and Patton sees that Janus is staring at him with a seemingly worried expression on his face.

"Are you alright?" Janus asks, as his arms hook under Patton's and pulls him closer, and Patton's trembling as he lays against Janus's chest.

"Yeah- yeah, 'm fine Jan," Patton manages to state, although his voice quivers with each word. "Just desperate. Thought you were going to stop."

"Aww," Janus coos, and Patton can practically hear the grin in Janus's voice as he continues with "you don't have to worry about not being pleasured. I was getting right to that It takes a bit of time to unzip my pants, you know."

Patton flushes as he nods against Janus's neck, only for Janus to push Patton back slightly and aid him in laying back on the carpeted floor.

Janus himself stands back up, after shutting the door of course, and sits on the bed in front of Patton, seizing the voodoo doll Janus had showed him days earlier from where it was resting against the sheets, and suddenly it clicks in Patton's mind whats going on, earning a cute whimper from him.

Snickering slightly at the pathetic display in front of him, Janus once again tugs down his pants briefly, before pulling his hard cocks out of the slit in his boxers. "Now, be a doll and stay there for me, okay?" Janus purrs out, with a smile. "Getting to see you react in person is so much more arousing than having to imagine it myself."

Patton merely whines in response, more as as he watches Janus lower the doll slowly onto the tip of one of his cocks. Moaning at the intrusion, Janus watches Patton's legs spread, cock straining against the fabric of his boxers, only for Janus to sigh and say "Patton, love, please take off your boxers. I want to be able to watch your hole gape around my cocks."

His words earn a flustered whimper, before Patton pushes himself into a sitting position so he can slide his boxers off. Tossing them to the side allows Janus to see the front is wet with precum, and Janus smiles at the sight.

Patton falls back onto his back as soon as they're off, hips raised slightly allowing Janus to see Patton's spread hole, as if an invisible - and rather giant - cock was sliding into him. He supposed that made sense however, considering his cock was practically the size of the doll itself, it's no wonder why Patton's hole was stretching so far open.

Or why his mouth was hanging open all the same, constantly letting out cries and moans as Janus pushes the doll down further, before raising it back up and slowly bringing it back down again. He watches as Patton's legs shake from the intensity, and upon receiving only babbles of pleasure, Janus picks up the pace.

Patton can take it, and Janus trusted Patton to state otherwise if he couldn't, so he thrusts his hips up as he brings the doll back, earning a loud cry from Patton at the intensity.

"Janus! Feels so- so good!" His voice shakes as he exclaims his pleasured feelings, and Janus grins as he keeps going, watching Patton shake with each thrust. When Patton inevitably comes, Janus's cock never falters, causing Patton to writhe in overstimulation.

Janus's other cock rubs against the front of the doll, providing Patton's cock with friction, while providing a somewhat pleasurable sensation for Janus as well.

However, as the tip of his cock taps against the doll's face, Janus pauses, before he gets an idea.

"Patton, you'll tell me if it gets to be too much, won't you?" he asks, still thrusting mercilessly into the doll, and Patton moans loudly as his prostate is abused by the invisible cock.

"Yes!" he cries out, back arching. "Yes, I will! Please!" He sounded like he was near sobbing, and Janus couldn't help his half lidded eyes as he watched Patton tremble in front of him.

Smirking, Janus pulls the doll up to the tip of his cock, before positioning his other cock at the hole as well. With a free hand, he olds it still, while slowly bringing the doll down, causing Patton to violently shake as he comes again, crying out "it's so much! Too much!"

Janus stops where he is, peering over at Patton as he holds the doll completely still, it's fabric hole spread around the tip of both of Janus's cocks. "What's your colour?" Janus asks, voice laced with more worry as he watches Patton's thighs shake.

He can hear Patton gasping and panting for breath, before he stutters out "green- green. I can- I can take it, please; I want to take it."

Janus cant help cooing at Patton's insistence, before he leans over in order to kiss the side of the dolls head, emitting a giggle from Patton in response that warms Janus's heart more than he'd like to admit.

He then slowly resumes pulling the doll down, Patton gasping as his hole stretches wider around the two phantom objects now being pushed into his ass. Janus goes slow this time, and leaves the doll situated at the base, taking a moment to run his fingers over the dolls stomach, where the fabric bulges from the size of his cocks.

He glances down at Patton, where his hole is gaping from the cocks, and despite Patton's pudgy stomach, Janus can clearly see a bigger bulge where his cock is, and he loves the sight.

Listening to Patton's babbles, Janus brings the doll back up, before slowly moving it downwards again. He groans as his cocks rub together within the doll, as Patton cries out Janus's name.

"So good," Janus murmurs, making Patton gasp. "You're doing so well; you're talking my cocks beautifully, Patton."

He could tell Patton was overstimulated, but he didn't stop. Patton could take one more round. Janus was close anyway, and the tight space his cocks were confined to as they dragged against each other only served to bring him closer.

"I'm close, doll," Janus groans, moving the doll up and down his cock with more force. "Beg me to come in you, to fill you up until you're overflowing."

"Please! Please, I need you to come in me, please, Janus," Patton babbles, spreading his legs wider until they ached from the stretch. "It feels so good; I feel so good."

Janus grunts as he thrusts up into the doll with more force, Patton choking out a moan amongst his sobs, as he comes again, although this time Janus isn't too far behind. Janus watches as his arched back meets the floor again, Patton's eyes squeeze shut, tears streaming down his face as he clenches nothing, pleading for Janus to come inside of him.

With a few more thrusts into the doll, Janus obliges, and his come spills into the dolls body. With Janus's cocks taking up a lot of space, the excess come spill back out of the bottom and makes a mess of Janus's upper thighs.

Patton can really only whine as he feels the come slosh inside of him as Janus pulls the doll up off of his cocks, before he takes two fingers and scoops the rest of the semen out, and it too falls onto his thighs.

Paying no mind to it, he stands up, and sets the doll to the side, before heading over to Patton. He picks him up and holds him gently, peppering kisses over Patton's face, before he softly says "come on, love. Let's get you all cleaned up," and proceeds to shower Patton with a loving amount of aftercare, as everyone should.

And Patton sincerely hopes they do this again sometime.

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Emile didn't blame Logan. He never does.

It'd be quite hypocritical to do such a thing, considering he himself often tended to overwork himself, but at least he had a schedule.

He worked four out of the seven days a week, meeting and chatting with a multitude of clients, and helping then overcome their weekly struggles.

But Logan's schedule was a bit more sporadic. He worked when he needed to, and often even worked when he didn't, just constantly busying himself with work upon work upon work, leaving little time for personal time.

More specifically, time for Emile.

In constantly working himself to the bone, he had been neglecting Emile's physical and emotional needs, and often left him feeling alone, even when laying side by side with Logan.

And that was the same issue now.

He had been left home for the week, Logan deciding to take work out of the house and sit inside his office for once. A typical nine to five had been instead replaced by a seven to ten, leaving no time for Emile. Even worse was the fact Emile had been sexually frustrated.

Hand jobs and grinding had done little to ease the pent up urge to be touched and praised by Logan as he manhandled him into whatever position he wanted, and proceeded to use him however he liked. And Emile loved pleasing Logan.

Deciding he wanted to spend some more time with Logan after he had decided to start working from home again, and hopefully relieve some of his pent up sexual frustration, he had walked into Logan's room, only to be softly shushed when he started talking. Upon asking if he could stay, Logan told him he could, so long as he was quiet, as he needed to focus on the scheduling he was doing. Emile had sighed, but accepted regardless, although after about half an hour, he started to grow relentless, and ended up quietly shuffling off the bed and heading to the closet.

If Logan wasn't going to offer him relief, then Emile would get it himself, regardless of the embarrassment that may or may not come with it.

He tries to quietly pry open the closet door, and sort through it, and Logan doesn't stir from his spot. His fingers continue rhythmically clacking against the keys, so Emile continues to rummage until he finds a box packed with their toys.

Glancing behind him, Emile looks at Logan still ignoring him in favor of his work. A part of him wants Logan to stop, to ask what he's doing, and to notice the dildo Emile pulls out and flushes at. Maybe Logan would sternly ask what he's doing and punish him for getting off without permission, or maybe he would realize his neglectful behavior towards Emile and apologize.

Either option was desired at this point, but he knew both were unlikely, so he quietly closes the closet door and goes back to the bed. He manages to grab the lube from the bedside drawer without making much noise either, before settling back down on the bed.

A blush rises to his face as the weight of what he was doing finally sets in. Of course, he's masturbated before, but that didn't mean he was used to doing it in the room with his boyfriend.

Well, it was too late to turn back now. He was already too internally wound up to just discard the idea, or the dildo, to the side. Besides, even if this didn't do anything to Logan, Emile could still get off on the fact his boyfriend was at least here with him.

He tugs down his pants and boxers, deciding he'd keep his comfy shirt on for now, before he uncaps the lube as quietly as he can, spreading it over the toy moments later. He momentarily considered stretching himself first, but he figures he's done enough this week that he should spread embarrassingly easily.

Finally, he gets up on his knees, and positions the toy under him. He glances at Logan once more, before slowly sinking down on the toy, moaning breathlessly as the shaft slides into him. He brings a hand to his mouth, hoping to muffle any potential noises as his ass reaches the base.

Logan's unfazed, not even registering what Emile's doing despite the fact they're mere feet away, and Emile stares at him as he grinds against the base of the toy. He lets himself get used to it, before he tries to relax as best as he can and brings himself back up.

He leaves the tip of the dildo inside of him, before he slowly pushes himself back onto the dildo. If he closes his eyes, he can imagine that it's Logan. That Logan's hands are on his hips, he's whispering uncharacteristically sweet words inti Emile's ear, and his hips are thrusting up to match Emile's slow bouncing.

Speeding up, Emile bites back another moan, keeping his eyes squeezed shut as his thrusts become more rhythmic and pleasing, up until the toy thrusts against his prostate.

His back arches as he fails to hold back a loud cry, sensitive and desperate, and his eyes snap open afterwards, knowing that there's no way Logan didn't hear that.

Sure enough, Logan's staring at him, mouth agape and eyes wide. Emile can even see the faintest tinge of a blush remnant on his face. Emile was sure his own was a darker red, feeling suddenly insecure that he decided to masturbate with Logan in the room. Perhaps he did want to draw Logan's attention away from his work, but he wasn't sure he'd actually succeed!

Sinking down fully onto the toy, in order to save himself some embarrassment, they stare at each other for a minute at least, before Logan stands up.

"I..." he begins, and it's not often seeing him so speechless and unsure Usually he has a quip at the ready, but now he was confronted with a scene he didn't expect, but definitely doesn't mind.

It doesn't click for him what the point of this was until he reaches out to grab Emile's hips, only to hesitate.

"Oh," he breathes out, afterwards, and Emile can tell by the look in his eyes that he understands. "Emile... Emile, genuinely, I'm so sorry." He looks like he wants to say more, but Emile leans up to kiss him before he can, sliding partially off the toy in the process.

"I know you are," Emile responds, softly. "I can see you are. And we can talk about this later, but please, I need you. I've craved you for so long." He sounds so broken - desperate for pleasure, especially provided by Logan, and Logan nods quickly, turning off his computer with hardly any hesitation and pulling his shirt off soon after.

He climbs into bed with Emile, slowly pulling the toy out of him after pushing him down on the bed, before his cold hands slide under Emile's shirt. He tugs the clothing off of him, before Emile's leaning up to do the same thing.

He carefully pulls Logan's glasses off his face and sets them to the side, before his hands come to rest on the back of Logan's head, gently pulling him down. As he leans, Emile arches upwards to meet his lips. It's surprisingly sweet, almost too intimate for the otherwise sexual encounter, but it quickly turns needy as Logan's own desire to be touched hits him full force.

As Emile's fingers slide over hus bare shoulder and down his arm, Logan feels like he's on fire. He couldn't believe he'd been denying Emile the very same touch he himself craved.

One of his hands fumble to unbutton his pants, while the other cups Emile's face and holds him still as he deepens the kiss, tongue sliding over Emile's lips before slipping into his mouth, and when they part both of them are hot and flushed.

Finally managing to get his jeans undone, he pulls them down, before grabbing the lube from its previously discarded place on the bed. He squirts it onto his cock, before stroking himself as he works the lube over the entirety of his length.

When he was done, he slides between Emile's legs, and after a brief exchange of consent, he pushes into Emile's hole. Emile moans, the fact that it was actually his boyfriend's cock adding to the pleasure he was feeling, as his hands hold tight to Logan's shoulders.

"Logan," he gasps out, when Logan's settled fully in him, Logan's hands groping at Emile's thighs while simultaneously keeping them spread. Hearing his name, Logan glances away from Emile's lower half and at Emile's face instead.

Eyebrows raised and face flushed, Emile looked adorably pathetic. His half lidded eyes seemed to beg Logan for pleasure, and Logan curses under his breath upon seeing him looking so desperate.

"Move, please," Emile near begs, and Logan shushes him sweetly, before he starts thrusting. He's slow, but calculated, and with just a few thrusts he manages to nail Emile's prostate. Emile cries out at the action, nails digging into Logan's shoulders. God, he's missed this, even more so when Logan leans down so he's mouthing at Emile's neck.

The skin on skin contact causes what feels like Emile's whole body to flush, as a tingling sensation travels up his spine; Logan's chest drags against his as he kisses up Emile's jugular, and nipping at the skin just under Emile's earlobe. Normally, he would have left at least a few marks by now - surprisingly possessive with Emile - but it appeared as if he was more focusing on delivering love and pleasure than messing around with teasing and foreplay.

And honestly, Emile was thankful. He wasn't sure he could take any teasing after the week of neglect, and he was happy Logan could identify that, especially because it resulted in Logan thrusting repeatedly against his prostate.

"Close," Emile gasps out, and Logan moves to kiss his lips, pressing feverishly against him as he continues fucking into Emile, pace never slowing.

Logan doesn't deny him what he wants either, pulling away ever so slightly to say "come for me, please, Emile. Be a good boy and come." He knows he doesn't deserve Emile coming for him, but Logan wants him to be ultimately pleased, and he can see the tremble in Emile's body as he tries to hold back, even after receiving permission.

Emile wanted Logan to come first, still prioritizing Logan's comfort and pleasure over his own even though he'd preach the opposite to his clients. He couldn't help it though; he didn't want Logan to stop pleasing him, and he knew that Logan would pull out the moment he sensed Emile was getting overstimulated.

Logan frowns slightly, but he just pulls Emile in for another kiss as his hand settles on his boyfriend's cock, stroking in tandem with his thrusts in order to push Emile over the edge, and Emile's back arches as he lets out a high whine.

"Please," he cries out, and Logan shushes him softly, mumbling praise under his breath as his thrusts grow more sporadic, pressing soft kisses to the side of Emile's face and to his jaw.

"Emile, can I come inside you?" Logan asks, breathy moans slipping out of his mouth while he speaks. Emile can't help staring up at Logan's flushed face, one of his hands dragging against Logan's shoulder as it moves to his face, and brings him in for yet another kiss.

Parting slightly, Emile breathes out "yes," before he's pulling Logan back in, moaning unashamedly into his boyfriend's mouth, only for his head to fall back onto the pillows with a whine when he feels Logan's come filling him up moments later.

Logan groans as he comes, hands squeezing Emile's waist, as he continues to ride out his orgasm with a few more thrusts, and Emile comes mere moments later, come splattering against his chest as Logan continues to stroke him, before pulling away as soon as Emile whines.

They both sit there for a moment, before Logan collapses on top of him, pressing a kiss to Emile's cheek.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, hand lovingly rubbing Emile's side, and Emile's arms wrap tightly around Logan's back as Logan tucks his face into Emile's neck. "I love you so much; I didn't realize what was happening. It was never my intention to neglect you; I'd never do such a thing."

Emile smiles slightly, as he lets his eyes flutter closed with a relaxed sigh, responding "I know, Logan. I love you too."

They'd talk about a new, less time-consuming work schedule for Logan, and organize some one on one days tomorrow or something, but for now, Emile held tight to Logan and happily adored the firm hold on in return. He fell asleep feeling more loved than he had at all the past week, and, thankfully, Logan made sure he'd feel overly loved for the rest of his life.

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It wasn't unusual for Remus to randomly grab or prank the others. As creativity, his ability to warp reality extended to the others, being able to change and mess with their bodies however he desired.

And Logan was no exception to this rule. Plenty of times hed been grabbed, mangled, or twisted to suit any of Remus's weird or sexual needs. Not like he was complaining, although it was quite inconvenient at times. Sometimes he'd be pulled away from work solely because Remus desired a footrest, or a fleshlight, or to just be hooked up to a machine and fucked over and over while Remus sat there musing at his oversensitive body.

But what Remus had planned for today, well, it was new.

"Logan," Logan heard his name echo through the hallway, and unfazed, he replies "hi, Remus." Upon turning, he could see no trace of the man, but the manic laughter he got afterwards served as enough evidence to show he was there.

He stays where he is, glancing around, no doubt expecting to be grabbed and hoisted over Remus's shoulder, picked out of the others to be his plaything for the evening. Thankfully, Logan wasn't that busy, but dealing with Remus was always unpredictable, so Logan had to brace himself for anything.

And yet, he still didn't expect the cold hands grabbing his arms from behind, before slithering around his torso to hold him still.

Even if Logan wanted to squirm, Remus always had too tight of a hold on him and he could never break free, so submitting appeared to be the only viable option.

Remus squeezes him, before planting kisses along Logan's neck, and suddenly Logan feels a lot smaller. His head, previously rested against Remus's shoulder, now was pressed to his back. Logan doesn't realize what's happening, however, until Remus's hands slide to his waist, and suddenly his feet are no longer touching the ground.

"Wh-" he begins, only to be shushed by Remus.

"C'mon, Logan," he coos, and Logan feels his body shrink even further, Remus's hands getting larger and larger on his waist, until eventually they cupped the entirety of his lower half.

Still, he got even smaller, and eventually he was standing unbalanced on the side of Remus's hand, his body being just half the size of his palm. He was horrifyingly small, and could only really watch as Remus's hands slowly cupped around him, leaving him shrouded in darkness.

He's rustled around as Remus walks, not bothering to even try and keep his hands still, as Logan continuously trips and falls, earning face full after face full of Remus's palm sweat.

Eventually though, it ends, and one of Remus's hands move away to open his door, blessing Logan with momentary light, before the hand still holding him curls around his lower half. The pads of Remus's fingers rub into his chest as Remus shuts his door behind him and throws himself back on the bed.

His fingers ease up on Logan's body, before his pointer and thumb hold Logan's ankles, dangling him upside down over his face. Logan sways slightly as Remus seemingly inspects him, admittedly curious as to what Remus was planning.

He catches a glimpse of Remus licking his lips, and an involuntary shiver courses through his body, face going red from being hung upside down.

After a moment though, Remus looks inconvenienced, and Logan's manhandled back to sitting in Remus's palm, with Remus staring at him hungrily.

"Strip," the larger man orders, without hesitation, and Logan shivers again, staring wide eyed at the literal wide eyes staring back at him. He dares not hesitate though, instead working to pull off his shirt and brings his glasses with it, followed up by his pants as soon as he processes the words. By now, Remus already his consent, and if Logan wanted to stop he would have safe-worded in the hallway.

As soon as his boxers are off, Remus's fingers gently planted themselves on the sides of his body, encasing a majority of his torso and the side of his legs. He's moved closer to Remus's face and inspected again. Remus is weirdly silent as he scans over Logan's small body, hot breath fanning over Logan's body and causing sweat to form on his brow.

"Remus..." Logan whispers, just barely audible, but Remus hears it - because of course he does - and he grins. Seeing his sharp canines up close sent a jolt of fear through Logan's body, although he can't help be drawn in by them.

"Aw, is the prey enamored by the predator? Careful, Logie; get too close and I don't know if I'll be able to resist the urge to eat you."

And, well, those words only served to bring Logan in closer, his arms reaching out before he can even process it, although Remus's hand matches his movements and pulls him closer, until Logan's pressed flush against Remus's lips, Remus's fingers pushing him further into the moist and rather squishy surface. Remus's lips practically encase his whole body, enveloping him in a thin layer of saliva and causing him to pant as he's pulled away, although he's hardly given time for respite as Remus's hand raises Logan up a bit higher, and Logan's legs are dangling over Remus's mouth.

Remus holds him there for a moment, before Logan feels warmth encase his legs, followed by Remus's tongue sliding over his small limbs, and as Remus moves him further down, he ends up releasing him. Logan was in part trapped within Remus's mouth, and his upper half was pressed against his lips.

Remus's tongue slides over his legs, enveloping his lower half in spit, while his teeth just barely close around Logan's midsection, although they let up moments later as Remus tilts his head back, allowing Logan to slip in completely.

He clamps his mouth shut completely after that, trapping Logan in darkness, as Remus's tongue glides over his body, as if wanting to taste every inch of him. The muscle laps over his face and chest, before focusing between his legs, licking and rubbing over Logan's cock best it can while Logan was being maneuvered around by the giant thing.

He gasps and moans as the muscle rubs against his cock, before Remus seems to get annoyed with how slippery Logan is, and before Logan can really process what's happening, Remus's tongue pins Logan to the roof of his mouth, using his newfound stillness to focus his tongue against Logan's cock, causing Logan to cry out as he tries to grind against the muscle in return, only to come seconds later.

Remus keeps Logan pressed to the roof of his mouth as he swallows the small puddle of come, before his tongue moves back, bringing Logan away from the top of his mouth and allowing him a few seconds of rest against Remus's tongue, before Logan's suddenly spit out back into Remus's hand.

"You're disgusting," Remus purrs, as Logan pants in his palm. He was covered in saliva, some literally dripping off of him, but Remus's finger is poking at his body before he has much of a chance to catch his breath.

Remus's pointer drags over his stomach before rubbing over Logan's cock again, causing him to writhe in overstimulation, but Remus just lowers his thumb over Logan's torso.to hold him still while the pad of his finger rubs circles against Logan's cock.

"Please," Logan pleads, bucking his hips in an attempt to grind harder against Remus's finger, but Remus just scowls.

"Stupid fucking toy," Remus hisses, narrowing his eyes as he stares at Logan. "You really want me to rub your small cock and bring you to another orgasm? How pitiful."

Logan whines as Remus speaks, and comes moments later, small body overly sensitive, but still not allowed much of a break because of Remus's sadistic nature. He wanted to see Logan cry, and he'd keep going until he did.

His finger keeps rubbing over Logan's cock even after he comes, before he finally pulls away, and Logan can hear shuffling behind him. Before he can even ask what's happening, he's being turned around, and realizes that Remus's cock is hard and straining, with pre leaking from the tip despite the fact he hadn't had friction at all.

Unable to catch his breath, Logan could really only stare, sure of what Remus was planning to do, and admittedly excited by it.

He doesn't see Remus grinning behind him, but he sucks in a breath when he's slowly moved to press against Remus's cock. His own cock is trapped between his body and Remus's shaft, and his face is pressed against the hot surface. Every breath he takes in smells musky and thick, and he feels as if he might suffocate in Remus's scent.

He's just held there for a moment, before he's brought up, and then dragged back down. Remus goes considerably slow compared to what Logan expected, but it only takes a few strokes for him to work himself up fully, and he starts pumping his length faster, Logan trapped between his hand and his cock as he's brought from the tip to the base on repeat. He's shaking from the added stimulation he gets from being ground repeatedly against Remus's cock.

Remus's groans are loud, and hearing them causes Logan to moan on his own, excited to be causing Remus such pleasure.

When he hears Remus's moans become breathy, he braces himself, prepared to be covered in what would no doubt be a giant load of come compared to his small body, only for it to never hit him.

Instead, he's pulled back, and he's quick to suck in a deep breath of fresh air while he still has the chance. His eyes are squeezed shut as he grips tight to Remus's thumb, before he feels warmth around his ankles again.

Figuring Remus had just decided to lower him back into his mouth, Logan finally blinks open his eyes, only to hold tighter to Remus's thumb as he sees what's happening.

"Remus- wait, are you sure this is safe?" Logan asks, watching with wide eyes as his feet disappear into the slit on Remus's cock, squeezing and faintly pulsing against his limbs.

He dares glance up and towards Remus's grinning face instead. "Sure. I mean, probably. We're imaginary anyway; what's this going to do, kill you?" Remus snorts, and Logan has to admit he has a point. It's not like they could die, besides, Remus would want to keep him alive to play with him.

That doesn't keep a jolt of fear from shooting through him as Remus lowers him further, cock swallowing him up to his thighs, as Remus groans. He opens his hand just barely, before closing his thumb again, trapping Logan's arms at his sides, rendering him helpless as Remus forces him down further.

And he'd be lying if he said the mixture of fear, curiosity, and arousal wasn't eating up at him. By any conventional standards, one should be disgusted and/or afraid of the unknown, especially when being swallowed up by a giant cock, but Logan couldn't find it in him to be anything but pliant, much to Remus's delight.

As his waist, and thus his hands, slip past Remus's slit, Remus finally releases him, opting instead to lean back slightly and smile wide as he stares at the bulge in his cock. He rubs over it with his thumb, pressing down knowingly and grinning wider as Logan gasps and squirms.

"Hard again? Already? Was it from being pressed against my cock, or is it from being pushed inside of it?" He knew the answer; Logan knew that Remus knows, but it doesn't stop Logan from going red in the face anyway, as Remus continues to berate him.

"Stupid fucking cockslut," Remus hisses, as Logan slides in farther down, being swallowed up to his elbows. "Since you love dick so much, I decided why not let you fully experience it. And you definitely don't look like you're complaining, huh, bitch?"

No, Logan definitely wasn't. Remus's thumb continued to rub over the bulge in his cock, thus applying pressure to Logan's small body and indirectly providing him with pleasure too, and Logan couldn't help but moan as he felt the rather squishy innards of Remus's cock push against his body.

Finally, he slips in past his shoulders, and the last thing he hears before he's swallowed completely is Remus saying "do me a favor and squirm for me, won't you?"

Before he has time to answer, the tip of a finger is pushing Logan's head down without offering him so much as a deep breath. His world goes somewhat dark as he's fully surrounded by wet flesh squeezing around his body.

The inner walls of Remus's cock suddenly squeeze around him, Logan's face and cock being pushed into the mass and he squirms slightly as the muscle pulses around him.

He can hear a muffled groan as he moves though, so Logan wriggles around more, attempting to grind his cock against the wet walls while also attempting to move his shoulders, although he doesn't attempt to go anywhere.

That is, until, there's pressure from above, and Logan's being pushed downwards. His cock drags across the walls as he slowly slides further down, and as he goes down, the inner shaft gets wetter.

He moans, head falling back as much it could before it knocks against the inner wall, as he's pushed further down.

Eventually, he feels his feet enter an open area, and he squirms more, unsure of whether he wants to pull his feet back up into the cramped safety of Remus's shaft or let himself slide further down, into the unknown.

He doesn't really have much of a choice, however, and he finds himself being pushed even further down, until his knees end up in the opening, his toes just barely managing to dip against some liquid substance that makes him retract his feet in fear. He gasps as he slides further, feeling Remus's hand stroke rapidly over his cock from the outside, while a single digit - presumably his thumb - continued to push on the side that was mostly unbothered in order to keep Logan descending.

That comes to a momentary halt however as Remus lets out a loud moan, followed by a cry, and that same liquid Logan's toes touched earlier is spraying up against his body, forceful enough to push him up Remus's shaft and halfway out of his slit.

He chokes on the amount that managed to slip into his mouth, arms freed by the orgasm although just as messy, and attempting to wipe any of what Logan could now see was come off of his face proved to be effortless.

Remus is panting heavily, but before Logan can say anything, or attempt to pull himself out of Remus's cock, he's shoved back in easily by Remus's finger pressing down on him.

He squirms, not uncomfortable but instead confused, but is distracted as he's steadily pushed down, still pathetically hard cock dragging along the moist walls. He whines as he's stimulated further, before his legs once again enter that opening, and the rest of his body follows suit.

He falls into a small pool of what he can guess to be come, and as he attempts to move, he stumbles, and falls into the come face-first.

"Better get used to it, Logan," Logan faintly hears Remus coo, before he's roughly jostled around, more of Remus's come splattering and sloshing over and around his body. Presumably, Remus was moving, and Logan would be forcibly moved along with him."

"I'm going to keep you in there all day," Remus continues, following it up with a weirdly giddy giggle. "Maybe even all night. Hope you like the taste of my come; I have no doubt you'll be choking on it for the rest of the day."

He can feel Remus stand up and pull his pants back up, and Logan's thrown around with every little movement. Even weirder, however, is the fact he's not complaining, as his hand instead reaches his cock, stroking himself slowly despite the overstimulation having already set in.

And he knew it was going to be a long, and rather interesting day.

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"I- fudge, I'm-" Patton stammered, dabbing furiously at the water he'd dumped all over his legs. His constant flittering around the kitchen had finally caused him to become careless and accidentally knock a cup of water off the counter.

And it was just his luck that it hit him on it's way down, splashing over his thighs and legs. Furthermore, it seemed to happen when Roman, Virgil, and Logan all walked into the kitchen, leaving him somewhat embarrassed as he hurried to clean himself and the floor up.

He had looked up when he heard their footsteps, and they saw his flustered face as he continued to scrub at his pants and the floor.

"Do you need help, Patton?" Logan asked, while Virgil stayed wary of the glass that was spread across the floor.

Patton's eyes darted away from Logan's, as if embarrassed to meet his, before whispering "yes, please."

It was weird seeing him so... shy. Submissive, perhaps? Especially because something so dangerous and coincidental had caused it. Usually it was the others in this position - breaking or spilling something, and Patton always came to their rescue, but he seemed so flustered at the fact he'd be the one to mess up for once.

And that was just the first instance.

Other things had been happening recently - a tear in his pants, being caught watching a sexual movie, even coming too fast during sex; all things that caused Patton to go bright red and stutter as he shied away from any of their touch as if he was overly sensitive exclusively when embarrassed.

It was that last thing that had driven Patton to punish Logan specifically. He was just as willing as any of the others to submit to Patton and let him take full care of them. He enjoys the fact Patton knew where he was most sensitive and almost always made sure he was completely satisfied.

Paired with that, he usually always made sure the others came first. He'd finish in them if they asked, but would otherwise come over their chest or thighs and coo at how cute they looked afterwards, which is why it was so weird to Logan when Patton finished in him first.

And, well, he really couldn't stop himself from teasing and making fun of Patton, even after Patton got all red and told him he better stop, and even after he was threatened with a cock cage.

It was uncomfortable after Patton slid it on him, and Patton made sure to touch and have the others touch him often enough so that Logan would whine and pout about the fact he couldn't get off. He refused to take the cage off himself, opting to let Patton have complete control over said punishment, especially because it put him in a submissive place which is where he wanted to be.

Except, he kind of wanted to do something else, too.

The stuttering, the stammering, all of it had led Logan to deduce that Patton has some kinks he's avoided sharing with the group, and despite the fact he tried desperately to hide them, Logan was smarter than that. And even though he couldn't come, it didn't mean he couldn't play with Patton all the while.

"You're into this, aren't you?" Logan grits, hands holding Patton's waist against the wall with a thigh inserted between Patton's thighs. "We're all so caught up being your perfect little subs that we miss the fact you're probably the most submissive one of all."

Despite grinding feverishly against Logan's thigh, Patton gasps out "keep that up and you'll never get out of that cage." His words don't hold much power over Logan as he stutters between words and stammers out moans as Logan guides him against his leg.

Logan really only grins, feeling a sort of high over having this much power over Patton.

"Imagine if the others saw you like this; desperate and whining. I'm sure they'd love it," Logan says, as if thinking aloud. Patton whines at the thought, head falling back against the wall. Clearly, he was flustered by the idea, face going dark red and one of his arms even coming to cover the blissful look that was present.

"Yeah? You like that idea?" Logan asks, partially for actual clarification, but also due to the drive to absolutely humiliate him. If Patton actually liked this, Logan would want to do more. He already wants to do more.

Patton doesn't answer him at first, instead just crying out Logan's name as Logan's hands squeeze his hips tighter. Logan's cock twitches within the cage, and if he could get hard he'd be uncomfortably so. Luckily, Patton made sure he wouldn't even have the luxury of sporting a boner until he decided to be nice, but with Logan pulling a stunt like this it'd probably take even longer than the duration of the punishment he initially had in mind.

Logan just presses harder against him, pulling Patton down harder against his thigh, as he says "I asked you a question. Answer me," while mocking the tone Patton usually uses when he wants one of them to answer him.

Moaning again, Patton turns his head to the side, before whining out "yeah, I- I like that idea." He gasps as his eyes roll back into his head, before stammering "I'm close. I'm so close."

And that's when Logan pulls away.

He ignores Patton's confused noises and even pathetic pleas, opting instead to rhetorically ask him why he'd allow Patton the single thing Patton's not letting him have, before walking off, although it doesn't stop there.

With this newfound information, Logan doesn't let up the rest of the week either.

At first it's just touching. Grabbing and groping in front of the others; not too out of his ordinary, considering Logan often got handsy if he was feeling up to it. He made sure to grab Virgil's pudgy thighs or feel up Roman's muscular stomach often enough to avoid arousing suspicion for now, but it's enough to leave Patton red and embarrassed, despite the fact it was only momentary.

By the second day, Logan seems to have gotten bored of just merely touching.

No, instead, he pulls Patton into his room early in the morning, cooing "Patton, can you do something for me? Pretty please?" He doesn't use such a cute tone often, usually only when Patton encourages him to or he wants something, and this situation seemed more like the latter.

Patton raises an eyebrow, untrusting, but curious, and he can't help smiling at how uncharacteristically Logan asked. He answers "depends on what it is," though, and melts at the happy smile that works its way onto Logan's face.

Any further inspection would have shown that his eyebrows were creased and his expression looked a bit more malicious and sadistic than just happy.

Throwing open his closet, Patton sees it's lined with cute pastel clothes, most looking awfully short and tight. Inappropriate, in Patton's definition, but Logan hardly bats an eye as he pulls out a blue miniskirt and a blue crop top to match.

"You don't mind dressing up for me, do you?" Logan asks, although he's already moving towards Patton with the outfit. "I'm sure the others will love it too. You know Roman adores it when we dress up, and I can tell he's been dying to see you in the same clothing you put us in." He gets on his knees in front of Patton, the clothes momentarily set aside in favor of undoing Patton's khakis and tugging them down, pulling his socks down with it.

Patton doesn't stop him, basically just stammering out nonsense as Logan very softly slides the skirt up his legs, fingertips brushing against surprisingly sensitive skin, and Logan's lips following the fabric as it works its way upwards; soft lips pressing equally soft kisses to the fat, occasionally nipping or sucking to leave some visible marks, before the band of the skirt finally reaches Patton's waist.

Then came slowly sliding up Patton's shirt, Logan himself seated in Patton's lap as he slides it off, nails lightly dragging across his chest before he gets it off. Patton's silent all the while, aside from a few gasps and whines.

By the time he’s been dressed up, he’s half hard in his boxers, He’s worked himself up just over the idea of the others seeing him like this, and after Logan slides back off his lap, Patton’s left awkwardly sitting with his arms between his thighs, as if trying to smooth his skirt down.

Logan stands back for a moment to admire him, before he offers his hand.

“Come on, Patton,” Logan urges, as Patton grabs his hand and lets Logan pull him up. “Let’s go show off your clothes to the others.”

Warmth immediately floods to Patton’s face, as Logan leads him out of the room. “Oh- oh, we’re actually showing them? Okay,” he stammers out, stumbling after Logan as Logan guides him into the living room.

Janus and Remus are seated on the couch, and both look up when Patton comes in.

Remus doesn’t hesitate to whistle in a sexual manner, following it up with “looking hot, Patty-cake,” as he ogles Patton’s ass, watching gleefully as the skirt rises with every step.

Janus looks up at Remus’s comment, and merely smiles, eyes narrowed as he eyes Patton up and down. He then turns to Logan, commenting “what, we don’t even get to play with him?” Only for Logan to scoff and for his hand to move from Patton’s hand to his waist instead, almost possessively (although it’s actually done just so Logan can watch Janus’s eye twitch).

“You guys can play with him later,” the logical side responds, waving his hand dismissively, as if this were a common thing and not a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to see Patton dressed up whorishly for them, although the latter was exactly what it was.

He guides Patton into the kitchen, startling Roman and Virgil, who’d separated themselves from the two dark sides for the time being. The fang-like bite marks over Roman’s neck and the sharp and plentiful hickeys over Virgil’s provided enough explanation however. Embarrassment often led to avoidance.

They both look over instinctually when Logan and Patton walk in, but in an instant both of them are looking away.

The back of Roman’s hand is pressed to his mouth, face bright red, while Virgil’s fingers tightly wrapped himself around his hoodie drawstrings and he whips his head away, teeth gritted as he tries to suppress the flush on his face.

“Hey guys,” Logan greets them, as if he wasn’t guiding their dom around while he was dressed in short clothing. “Good morning.”

“Mornin’,” Virgil just barely manages to choke out, pulling his legs up and under him on the table where he was seated.

Roman leans further against the counter, giving Logan the space to push Patton between them and into a nearby chair, so Logan himself can reach into the fridge and grab a water bottle, before urging it into Patton’s hands. Patton accepts it with greedy hands, although before he can drink his chin is roughly grabbed and lifted.

“What do good boys say when they’re given something?” Logan asks, and Patton’s eyes go wide, glasses slipping partially down his face.

His dominant nature encouraged him to bite back with something bratty or straight up rough, but instead all he could stammer out was “sorry- sorry. Thank you.” His eyes dart away from Logan, and Logan finally releases his chin, and Patton quickly gulps down as much of the water as he can handle.

Logan takes the bottle from him when he’s done with it, and sets it on the table, before a chair screeches out from the table and Logan's seated down next to Patton.

Virgil and Roman turn to look at them, usually only when they assume the two aren't looking, and Logan strikes up a weirdly casual conversation with Patton.

The urge to bend Patton over the table and fuck him was one Logan had scarcely experienced, but one he was thinking of now. He itched to get out of his cage, although he knew that by continuously embarrassing Patton he was only prolonging his punishment. The price to pay for having a bit of fun, it seemed.

That did spark an idea though, and during their talk Logan's hand creeps over to Patton's legs, fingers trailing up his thigh and up the skirt. He smirks when he sees Roman and Virgil staring with hyper aware eyes, although both seem a bit deflated when they realize he's just wearing his normal blue boxers underneath. Were they expecting panties? Logan can't help the soft chuckle that escapes him at the thought, momentarily drawing Patton's attention away from Logan's hand.

"What? What's so funny?" Patton asks, before gasping as Logan's fingers work their way further up his skirt, gliding over the bulge in his boxers and causing one of Patton's hands to come up over his mouth as he attempts to muffle the whine that slips past his lips.

Logan answers him though, replying "nothing's funny, per se, I was just thinking about how cute you'd look in a pair of panties."

Roman and Virgil's heads both snap towards them at Logan's words, and Patton lets out a flustered noise at the idea.

"Oh? You like that? Whore," Logan spits, before roughly grinding the palm of his hand into Patton's clothed cock. Patton leans forward with a loud moan, and another set of footsteps is heard, as Janus and Remus curiously poke their heads into the kitchen.

Seeing he has an audience now, Patton hides his face in his hands, while Logan stands up from his chair.

If they wanted a show, he'd give them a show.

"Get up," he says, as he pulls Patton from his chair. Patton lets it happen, not even bothering to fight back as Logan positions him over the table, sliding up his skirt and tugging down his boxers.

One of Janus's hands slides over Logan's waist as he comes to the side to get a better view, and Remus hops up on the counter, eyeing Patton with a grin, and licking his lips at the sight of his ass.

"Roman, be a dear and summon me some lube, won't you?" Logan asks, turning towards Roman while he speaks, only for Remus to immediately go "ooh! Oh, here you go!" and practically toss a tube of lube into Logan's hands, causing Roman to pout.

Logan thanks him nonetheless, and Patton whines as he hears Logan uncap it.

Admittedly, he's fingered himself before but as Logan's cold digits press against his hole he tenses, only to receive slap to his ass, causing him to cry out Logan's nap, cock rubbing against the side of the table almost uncomfortably, although Patton can't help but enjoy the friction.

"Relax," Logan instructs him, massaging the spot he just slapped. "Things will feel so much better if you just relax like a good little slut, okay?"

Patton whimpers in response, not bothering to say anything other than "okay," before Logan spreads his legs apart, before his fingers press against Patton's hole.

He slowly inserts two at a time, Patton whining at the unfamiliar feeling, as Logan's fingers prod deeper into him. He's surprisingly as gentle as he can be,

"If you'd let me out of the cage I could fuck you right,” Logan comments, although he fucks his fingers into Patton’s prostate again, earning another pathetic moan from him. “We could all have a round with you like the cumdump you are.”

Virgil and Roman flush at the idea, while Remus gleefully claps his hands together and Janus looks almost enticed by the offer.

“Wouldn’t you like that?” Logan asks, pushing a fourth finger in as he hits the moral side’s prostate over, and over, and over again, almost driving Patton mad with pleasure.

Cries of “Logan” and “more” slip past his lips, blunt nails digging into the table. His cock drips precum onto the floor as Logan leans over him, kissing his shoulder blade before keeping his forehead pressed to Patton’s back as he thrusts his fingers in harder.

“Close!” Patton eventually exclaims, legs shaking as his hole clenches around Logan’s fingers.

Logan grins, as he hears Remus touching himself behind them, clearly getting off to the sight of Patton being played with. Remus’s moans and groans only increase Patton’s pleasure, and with amusement in his voice he says “go on, Patton. Come around my fingers. Show us all what a pathetic slut you are, and how badly you’ve been wanting to be dominated.”

Patton cries as Logan’s fingers hit that bundle of nerves again, before he does just as Logan said and comes over the floor.

Logan’s fingers work him through his orgasm, before pulling out, leaving him bent over the kitchen table, boxers around his ankles and drool spilling onto the surface. Logan presses kisses down his lower back, quietly asks what his colour is, and upon hearing green, Logan backs up and waves his arm towards Patton’s ass, as if presenting it to the others, all of which are looking at it hungrily.

“Alright, who’s next?”

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Logan was normally a direct person. Why wouldn't he be? He spoke, moved, and lived with confidence, because he knew he had nothing illogical to fear, especially considering logic was almost always on his side. That, and because people often had no guts to challenge him, seeing as he was taller than the average male, and considerably muscular. 

Even his quarrels with Roman were often brought to a sudden stop when Logan would take an aggravated step forwards.

He’d never turn to violence; he was surprisingly passive aside from the occasional bout of emotion that would come bursting out of him before he could contain it (oftentimes anger, or very rarely anger turned sadness), but if he ever did there’d be hell to pay. 

However, despite his aforementioned confrontive nature, he’s significantly more subtle when asking for things that would help himself. If Thomas or Virgil or even his beloved Patton needed anything, he could argue on their behalf, but the second he needed- no, wanted something, it suddenly became nearly impossible to ask for. 

Perhaps it was the fear of rejection. Maybe it was the worry they’d find what he was asking for weird. No matter the reason why, Patton had become pretty good at picking up Logan’s signals, and often knew to look out for them, otherwise there’d hardly be any communication from Logan’s end pertaining to what he wanted. 

However, they were busy people, and Patton specifically was a busy guy. He cared a lot about the well-being of all of their friends, and while Logan was often included in that, one has to remember that not vocalizing your needs means that people may not know how to help. 

And unlike Logan, the others had gotten good at letting Patton know when they needed help. 

First, it was Roman. His self-esteem had plummeted, and while he didn’t like Patton much currently, he knew that the dad-like side would be best to help. He felt like the world was against him, that he didn’t have any friends, and that his ideas often subsisted in Thomas’s vast mind, often being pushed to the side or ignored completely. He needed the encouragement and positive feedback for his ideas, both of which Patton would give.

Then, it was Virgil. Just as hesitant towards Patton as Roman was, but he needed him just as much. Anxiety was a killer, but the constant paranoia that he was being watched under a close and… perceptive eye was preventing him from doing near anything. He hadn’t left his room in days, too worried to even get out of bed a lot of the time. Patton helped him calm down, easing his worries about a set of eyes always being on him, and even managed to get him out of his room after a while. 

Afterwards was Remus. Normally, his overwhelming personality is, well, overwhelming , and the thoughts he inflicts often directly go against the morals Patton fights so hard to keep implemented, but abandonment issues can cause anyone to break down, and when that happened, Patton was there by his side. His touches were hesitant at first, but after a while he had Remus sobbing nastily into his chest, before shoving him out of the room with a forced grin and a quiet “thanks,” before he was back to being his normal, impulsive self. 

Last was Janus, as to be expected. Out of everyone, aside from Patton due to repression and Logan because of his own social awkwardness, he had the worst time coming to terms with his own feelings. Feelings often got in the way of his ultimate goal, and he had used emotions against the others so often that he didn’t even know whether or not he’s genuine a lot of the time, or if he’s reacting to the things around him in a manner to continue getting what he wants. Being the emotional side, Patton knew what it was like to feel so much and yet feel nothing all at once. Emotions were confusing, and that was okay. He would talk them out with Janus, having him explain what he feels and helping him identify things. Plus, the worry over whether or not he was subtly manipulating the others showed it wasn’t his intention, and that he wanted to be better. 

But Logan, oh, Logan, couldn’t communicate his needs, and whenever he tried to touch or encourage Patton closer to him, someone else just interrupted, and Logan was left alone, where he’d bottle up any emotional or sexual urges and just sigh before sinking to his room. 

Patton was busy, and he understood that. He’s busy a lot too, so obviously it’d be hypocritical of him to not understand, but… he misses Patton.

He misses the support. He misses the love. Admittedly, he misses the sex. 

So, instead of asking for things like he should, still too awkward about speaking up for his own wants, he does what he does best and formulates a plan.

Since his touches and words weren’t working - which was astounding as is considering it’s not every day Logan lets himself hug Patton from behind and subtly grind against him, nor is it every day he grabs Patton’s ass - he’d need to do something more obvious, and even more unlike him. So, with some bribing,  he got Roman to help him out, and managed to dodge any questions pertaining as to why he needed what he needed. 

Which brought us to Logan waiting in an ansty manner as he stands with his arms folded behind him, polished shoes still on Patton’s soft carpet. His eyes watch the doorknob close, and his breath hitches when it slowly turns. 

He can hear Patton’s bubbly voice on the other side as it slowly opens, and catch the sight of him waving to someone as they carry on further down the hall, before he faces forward, and the moral side’s eyes go wide. 

Suddenly, Logan feels doubt well up in him, but he can tell Patton’s having a hard time processing this, so he takes a deep breath before saying “hello, uhm, sir. For the day, I’ve opted to be your willing and obedient butler in hopes of easing your workload by contributing my own services.” He chews at his inner cheek before adding “and, admittedly, I’ve been wanting to have sex recently, and I was unsure of how to ask, so I figured this would be an easy way to sort of let you know. I’m sorry I couldn’t be more forward. Oh- sir.” 

“Oh,” is all Patton says at first, eyes trailing down Logan’s body, before shooting back up to meet his composed but unsure expression. He was wearing a neatly ironed, straight black tux, with his signature blue tie being pressed under the jacket but shown near the top. The bottom of the jacket split into two trails that would almost mimic a short cape when he walked. 

When he looked close, he could even see the faintest tinge of blue glitter eyeshadow resting on Logan’s eyelids, no doubt having been encouraged to wear some by Roman to amp up his willingness to dress up for Patton (or to please Roman’s own desires towards seeing Logan dressed up overly formal, or dare one say, royal for once). 

After a moment though, Patton just gently shuts the door behind him, and moves closer to Logan. Although he has to stand up on his tiptoes to get his face near Logan’s, he doesn’t hesitate to reach up and kiss him, hands lightly trailing over Logan’s muscular arms which had been hidden by the surprisingly tight jacket, although Patton was pleased to still be able to feel them. 

“I’m sorry for not noticing,” Patton whispers, and Logan shakes his head to immediately shush him. 

“Not your fault,” he states, as he shifts his weight. “The only sure way to ask for consent is to verbally ask, and I’m the one who has an issue with that. I’ve been working on being more open; it’s not your responsibility to notice.”

Patton nods, before taking a step back, asking “what do you want?”

“To serve you.”

“Anything else?”

“To please you.” Logan looks away, not uncomfortably, but instead flustered, before he adds a “sir.” 

So, yes, Logan was intimidating. To anyone but Patton, that is. Because despite being so big, and strong, and incredibly tall, he was Patton’s cute service top, who was literally at his service today, to be used however Patton wanted him to be used, and Patton did have some ideas in mind.

“Okay then, love. I’m pretty sure there are some dishes in the sink leftover from breakfast, care to take care of those for me?” Patton asks, in a sickeningly sweet tone. 

Logan nods immediately, stating “yes, sir,” before he heads downstairs, uncaring about the fact Patton was going to make him do chores (he enjoyed cleaning up anyway), and more so just hoped no one would press him on why he was wearing such an outfit, and obeying Patton’s every command. 

Luckily though, the most he got was a flirty comment or two from Remus, and a couple questions from Virgil, otherwise he was left alone. 

Patton handed him chore after chore throughout the day, and Logan was happy to complete them all, especially because of the way Patton would touch and praise him as he works. 

“Your body moves so prettily while you’re sweeping,” Patton comments, a gentle hand set on Logan’s lower back. Logan’s swift movements come to a stop, as he turns to look down at Patton. “Thank you, sir,” he says, before he moves to go back to the action, before Patton’s hands come to stop the broom from moving. 

He gently pulls it from Logan’s hands before setting it off to the side, propping it against the dining room table, before giving Logan a light push towards the stove. 

“I want pancakes,” he states, smiling happily. “Care to make them for me, Logan?” Usually, Patton will bake sweets when he can, but since he's not able to cook that well he supposes he could use Logan’s extensive knowledge about cooking to aid him in satisfying an urge he’s had for a while. 

“ Blueberry pancakes,” Patton specifies, playfully chuckling before he stands on his tiptoes to kiss Logan’s cheek. “And I expect you up in my room with a fork when they’re done. I want to not have to lift a finger as you feed them to me. Okay?” 

And the mental image of Logan having to feed the trait who was more than capable of eating by himself had him chewing on his inner cheek, more so out of excitement than out of embarrassment. He enjoys the fact that Patton was utilizing him how he saw fit, but he also enjoys the fact he gets to indulge in something he and Patton had only tried out once or twice before. 

“Yes, sir. I’ll be up soon.” 

That was a half-truth, really. Logan purposely made too much batter, and knowingly made too many pancakes. Whatever Patton didn’t eat he could leave out for the others or put in some tupperware, but for now he brought the plate up to Patton’s room, fork and butter knife set neatly on the side, and a bottle of syrup tucked under his arm. 

He knocks three times on Patton’s door to let him know he’s there, before he walks in, lightly kicking the door shut behind him. 

“Your pancakes, sir,” Logan states, before going “do you want syrup? I brought some up in case you did.” 

Patton sits up from where he was lying back on the bed, as he grins when he sees Logan’s eyes trail over his half naked body. He’d thrown on his cardigan, letting himself bathe in it’s warmth, before kicking off his pants, showing off his tight boxers that very clearly showed the outline of his cock, although he’s not surprised when Logan’s eyes trail further down, no doubt wishing Patton was on his stomach instead, and showing off the ass that Logan normally loved to fuck. 

“You made quite a lot, huh?” Patton asks, although he doesn’t need an answer as he stares at the small stack in front of him. 

With a small shake of his head, snapping himself away from his dirtier thoughts, Logan just replies “uh-huh,” and sets the plate and syrup down, before uncapping the bottle and pouring some over the food. He then sits on the bed next to him as he cuts part of the pancakes up, before impaling it on the fork. 

Patton opens his mouth readily, and internally muses at the way Logan’s eyes attentively stare at the way his teeth come down at the end of the prongs, and the way he slides down, lips closing around the fork as he pulls the food away, leaving an empty fork shining with his spit.

Logan hurriedly cuts another piece and feeds it to Patton all the same, excitedly watching the way he chews and eyes following the piece as Patton swallows it down. 

The process continues until the stack is half gone, in which case Patton shakes his head as Logan tries to offer him another bite. 

“I’m full, Logan. You can offer the rest to the others.” 

Eyes glancing between the pancakes and Patton, Logan opens his mouth to refute Patton’s statement. “But, sir, I don’t mean to question your orders but are you sure you can’t eat anymore? Not even just a little bit more? Please?” 

He twiddles the fork between his thumb and pointer finger, hoping that Patton will say yes, but unfortunately he’s just met with a shake of his head. 

“Not today, Logan. Go offer it to the others.” 

Logan frowns, but gets up nonetheless, carrying the plate downstairs. Seeing no one around, he sets it up on the kitchen table, scribbling out a note in cursive that simply reads “help yourself,” before making himself a small glass of water. 

He downs it, before straightening out his clothes and walking back to Patton’s room. 

He knocks thrice more, before walking in again, except this time, instead of seeing Patton dressed down to his boxers, he finds Patton wearing no boxers at all. 

And, even more surprisingly, Patton had his fingers slipped into himself, and was stretching his hole open. From his position at the door, Logan could clearly see the way his hole stretched easily, fingers opening him right up. 

“Oh- Logan! Logan,” Patton moans, smiling even though his head is tilted back with a moan. “You’re back. Ready to come serve- serve me? Like you said you wanted to, baby?” 

Logan clears his throat, the door clicking shut behind him. “Yes,” he finally manages to stammer out. “Yes, sir. Please, sir. I’ll serve you anyway you want me to.” He sounded desperate, and he was. So many touches, so many fleeting compliments, and finally Patton was going to give him what he wanted. 

“Come here, Logan. Kneel between my legs like a good boy, okay?” Patton instructs, and he grins as Logan immediately moves to do what he’s told. He gets on his knees on the bed, legs spread as he openly admires Patton’s fingers working in and out of his hole. “You want to fuck me, don’t you?” There’s a lustful glint in his eye, and just hearing Patton use such dirty language makes Logan shiver.

“Yes- yes sir. I do.” 

Patton’s fingers slip out of his hole, and he wipes them carelessly on the bed. “Show me how much you want it.” He spreads his legs further, before tutting at Logan as he goes to unbutton his pants.

“Ah-ah. Not yet. Hump.”

Logan stares in disbelief for a moment, before he repeats “hump? Sir, I don’t understand what you mean. I thought-”

“I know what you thought, baby,” Patton purrs, as his legs move around Logan’s waist to pull him in closer. “But what I’m telling you is that if you want to fuck me, you’re going to have to hump against me first. You do want to fuck me, don’t you?” His eyes get all wide and he bats them innocently, as if he’s not asking Logan to hump against his ass like some kind of mutt. 

“Here, I’ll even make it easier for you,” the moral side adds, as he rolls onto his stomach, raising his ass in the air. His chest is pressed against the mattress, and he smiles into the pillows as he says “well? Don’t keep me waiting.” 

Even with the distraction of Patton’s perfect posterior, Logan can’t help but notice the flush on Patton’s face as he tries to push it deeper into the pillows. 

“Okay, sir,” Logan finally manages to say, before his hands hesitantly grip Patton’s waist. 

Well, at least Patton wouldn’t be looking at him. 

He very hesitantly rubs his crotch against Patton’s bare ass, and stifles a groan at just the fact he was doing something so… degrading. He was told to grind against Patton like a dog, and he was actually doing it, solely because it was implied he’d get to fuck his hole afterwards. 

“Just like that, baby. Good boy. Showing your sir how much you want him,” Patton praises, as he grinds his ass back on Logan’s crotch, slowly working him up through friction. A bulge forms in Logan’s pants as he continues grinding, more desperate than he was previously, groaning as his hips stutter against Patton’s ass. 

“Alright, baby. I think you did good enough. There’s lube in the first drawer in the nightstand,” Patton says, and he snickers as he hears Logan rush to grab it, and quickly pull his own pants down quickly after. Sneaking a glance back, Patton’s amused to see that Logan didn’t even bother pulling his pants down all the way, just enough to get his cock out. 

Happily relaxing against the bed, Patton spreads his legs further, and gasps when he feels Logan’s cock prod at his hole. 

“Thank you- thank you, sir,” Logan stammers, as he works his cock slowly into Patton’s ass, moaning at the warmth encasing him. 

“I like it when you call me sir,” Patton hums in response, pleased at the feeling of being full after being devoid of sex for so long. He hadn’t really noticed how much he’d missed the feeling of Logan’s cock sliding into him, but now he almost never wants him to pull out. 

Logan gives him a few moments to adjust, before he slides out partially and pushes back in. He’s slow, at first, hesitant in a sense, although he’s quite vocal, more so than usual. 

“Aren’t you noisy today,” Patton coos, only to moan when Logan sharply thrusts back into him. 

“Can’t- can’t help it sir,” Logan replies, feeling obligated to answer. “You just feel so good. You make me feel so good, sir. So good…” he tucks his head into Patton’s shoulder, sweetly kissing the skin between his neck and shoulder blade. 

His thrusts speed up ever so slightly, desperate to please Patton in the same way Patton was pleasing him. He achieves that moments later as his cock thrusts against Patton’s prostate, causing Patton to jolt with a loud moan. 

“Logan!” he cries out, fists curling into the sheets. “Right there, please. Hit that spot again!” 

“You don’t need to beg,” Logan groans out, as he aims for that spot again, thrusting harder against that bundle of nerves, and causing Patton to whine, as he reaches behind him to tangle his hands in Logan’s hair, pulling him closer. 

Logan’s thrusts become sporadic embarrassingly quickly, as he’s overwhelmed with pleasure just from the feeling of Patton’s hole clenching around him. 

“Sir, I’m close,” he states, as his nails dig into Patton’s hips. “Please, sir. Can I come inside you?” 

Patton doesn’t answer him at first, instead just moaning as he twists his hands further into the blankets, cock dripping precum onto the sheets below. 

“Please, sir!” 

Patton groans. “Yes! Yes, yes of course you can. Just please, touch me!” 

Logan doesn’t have to be told twice, as his hand comes to wrap around Patton’s cock, stroking just as fast as he can, desperate to please Patton. “Come for me, please, please sir,” Logan begs him, and Patton can’t deny his baby that. Not after how long he’s been depriving him. 

He comes with a shout of Logan’s name as he comes over the blankets beneath him, before clenching down on Logan’s cock, and Logan can’t help coming at the feeling of the tightness around him. 

He falls limp over Patton’s back afterwards, before kissing his shoulder a few times, and then pulling them both down onto the sheets, letting them lay together with his cock still buried in Patton’s ass. 

“Please,” Logan says, quietly, as he buries his face in Patton’s neck. “Can we sleep like this tonight? I know it’s unhygienic, and-”

“Shush, Logan,” Patton says, cuddling back into Logan’s arms. “If you promise to be quiet and sleep, then yes, of course, we can stay like this.” 

And Logan listened, just as he’d been doing all day, happy to lay back and relax finally with Patton safely nestled in his arms, and his cock plugging Patton up until the morning.

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It wasn’t unusual for Virgil to be compared to a cat by the others. It had been happening for as long as he could remember.

Even Janus used to compare him to such, especially after having developed a habit to hiss when he was scared or angry. His sharp nails which were always jagged from his relentless biting were yet another fact, all adding up to being called a “cute, grumpy kitty cat” along with various other torturously cute nicknames.

So, after laying on the couch with his head in Roman’s lap, Virgil honestly expected potentially being compared to a cat, and Roman delivered on said expectations. The flamboyant side states that Virgil only wants affection on his terms, and then a mock pout as he adds “well, affection, or food.”

It was Logan, however, who exceeded said expectations. Having previously been settled on the far end of the couch on his laptop, he had closed it when his and Roman’s third boyfriend entered the room, both of them wanting to devote their attention towards him.

With Virgil’s legs kicked up on his lap, he scooted closer to Roman, who wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

Now that the two of them were so close, he was closer to Virgil too, and it allowed him to reach his hand over and gently comb his fingers through Virgil’s dark brown locks, twiddling them in the dyed purple bangs that felt comparably thinner compared to the rest of his hair.

Then came his words.

“What a cute kitten we have here.”

Roman snickers at the name - as he often does at names - and even Logan is wearing a playful smile for once. Although it may not have sounded like such, he was indeed being teasing with his words.

However, Virgil tenses on their laps, mouth open as he was in the midst of responding. Maybe he was going to scold Roman for his hand rubbing Virgil’s back, fingers slipping under his shirt and dragging a bit too close to his ass. Maybe he was going to reprimand Logan on touching his hair out of the blue. Whatever words were on the tip of his tongue, however, are lost after Logan himself speaks.

“Kitten,” Roman repeats, a light tone to his voice. “That’s a cute one! Surprised I hadn’t thought of it before now. It is incredibly fitting for our beloved stormcloud.”

Virgil buries his face into Roman’s thighs, flipping onto his stomach, hair sprawling over the white pants Roman wears. Logan and Roman don’t notice, though, too engaged in talking about him and re-listing all of the ways Virgil acted like and could be compared to a cat. And there were many.

It wasn’t until Roman’s hand slides out from under his shirt and rubs lovingly over his back instead that Virgil finally shifts, only for his cock - which was bulging through his skinny jeans and pressing uncomfortably against the material - to drag across Logan's thigh, earning a high-pitched whine from the former.

The room goes dead silent, Roman pausing mid sentence to stare, mouth gaping at the sound their boyfriend just let out.

“Virgil?” Logan pipes up, face tinged a light shade of red. Although Virgil quickly obscures his face in Roman’s thigh, hoping to potentially quell some of his embarrassment, it doesn’t work much. Instead, Logan ends up very softly wrapping his arms around Virgil's waist and pulls him up.

The anxious side goes from laying over both of their laps to being seated in Logan’s, his back pressed against Logan’s chest with Roman turning to be facing towards him.

“Oh… Logan,” Roman begins, glancing down at Virgil’s crotch before looking towards Logan’s face.

“I can guess what’s happening,” Logan replies, settling his chin on Virgil’s shoulder. “Is it a fluke, or was it directly caused by something happening?”

It’s a direct and characteristically blunt question from Logan, and even Roman looks a mixture of curious and embarrassed by the way Logan phrased it, but he watches Virgil for his reaction eagerly. It was always nice to see when they’ve discovered new kinks, often by accident, relating to their precious emo. He was better than all of them at hiding when he was into something, although now happened to be one of the times where he slipped up.

Regardless, he knows Roman values honesty in his partners and Logan is a naturally curious person, so he looks away from both of them as he replies “it was caused by something; it wasn’t random.” 

“What was it caused by?” Logan asks, and that’s how Virgil knows he’s done for.

He can either admit he’s probably into the most embarrassing thing that he could possibly be into, or he could lie, although most likely Logan would know it, or he’d draw in some unwanted guests that would be overly nosey, and he really didn’t want to trigger the latter.

So, he sucks in a deep breath, before going “I just… really liked it when you called me kitten. Like, an embarrassing amount.” And it was embarrassing to admit. He doesn’t know why he liked it so much; it definitely didn’t fit his theme of serious and threatening, but there was just something about it. Something in the way the other two said it.

He jumps as he feels Roman’s hands trail up his thighs. Roman doesn’t attempt to meet his eyes, although Virgil wasn’t looking towards his face anyway, more so just staring as Roman’s hands glided upwards, gently squeezing and kneading the fat of his upper thighs, before they move up further, stopping at his waist band.

“Can I… can I take these off?” Roman asks, cutely shy, only for Logan to bluntly add “follow up question, may I fuck you, kitten?”

Virgil whines at the use of the pet name, while a part of Roman looks like he sort of wants to be in his position, but he makes no attempt to express such, not even with a pout. Instead, he goes wide-eyed as he waits for Virgil’s answer, basically itching to get those wretched clothes off of him.

Virgil shifts in Logan’s lap, finally allowing himself to feel Logan’s boner that he doesn’t even seem phased about having. He momentarily wonders if it’s because of his constant shifting atop his lap, or because of his newfound kink, but is quickly drawn out of his thoughts by Roman’s fingers dipping into his waistband, basically whining out “kitten? You’re teasing us!”

They’d back off if he said no, of course, but instead Virgil just nods quickly, flushing at the name, before replying “yeah- yeah. Both of you, yes.”

And that’s all the permission they needed to get started.

Logan’s strong hands easily lift up Virgil’s body, providing just enough room for Roman to pull away his pants and boxers, leaving Virgil nude from the waist down. His cock is pathetically hard, and Roman’s hands come to support his waist and keep him lifted off of Logan’s lap while Logan himself quickly undoes his own jeans.

For a moment, Virgil’s set to the side of the couch as Logan instructs Roman to come lube him up, and after summoning lube and rubbing it against Logan’s cock, Logan pets his hair and kisses his head, praising him for doing what he’s told. Roman moves back after he’s done, guiding Virgil back towards Logan, his front half still turned to Roman.

Logan guides Virgil’s hips down onto his cock, slowly working his shaft into Virgil’s hole.

“Good kitten, good boy,” Logan praises him, as he pulls Virgil down more. “Taking my cock so well. Does he look pretty, Roman? You have a sight that I unfortunately do not.” 

“Oh, so pretty,” Roman coos, as his calloused hands run over Virgil’s sides, sliding up Virgil’s shirt and grazing his nipples as he basically worships every part of his torso. Virgil arches towards Roman’s touch as his hips fall flush with Logan’s lap, denim uncomfortably rubbing against his ass yet simultaneously making the situation all the more pleasurable. 

“Do our kitten a favor and suck him off, won’t you, Roman?” Logan asks, although knowing Logan, it’s more of a command than anything, and one that Roman immediately moves to follow.

He bends himself down on the couch, stuck in an almost uncomfortable position on his knees, while his hands lightly grip Virgil’s thighs - of which were straddling Logan’s own - so he can lean himself forward and wrap his mouth around the tip of Virgil’s cock.

His own hard-on is neglected in favor of pleasuring Virgil, and with his mouth swallowing deeper around the head of Virgil’s cock, Virgil grabs hold of his hair with one hand, as if desperately needing something to hold on to.

His other arm had reached behind him to hold tight to Logan’s forearm which was aiding in keeping Virgil seated on his cock at the moment.

“Tell me when, kitten,” Logan says, quietly, lips touching his earlobe and sending shivers down his spine. He glances towards the stairs where anybody could walk down at any moment and see them, before deciding he doesn’t care about that right now. At the least, all three of them will be going down for it, although Virgil and Roman would be the ones saddled with embarrassment.

Virgil whines as he grinds his hips down on Logan’s cock, subconsciously pushing Roman’s head down further.

He whines as Roman tongues at his slit, before going “move, please.”

Logan slowly aids him in raising his hips, before bringing them back down again, Virgil letting out a high whine at the feeling, while Logan places kisses down his neck and over his shoulder, aiding Virgil in moving his jacket halfway down his arm so he can tug the collar of his shirt to the side and nip at Virgil’s bare collarbone.

Virgil attempts to help Logan guide his hips but he hardly does much, letting Logan lead his bouncing while Roman takes more of Virgil’s cock into his mouth, bobbing his head with more of a rhythm, determined to pleasure Virgil in the same sense Logan was.

“Feel so good, kitten,” Logan coos, his huffy breath fanning against Virgil’s neck. Virgil’s head falls back as Logan’s cock thrusts into his prostate, nails digging into Logan’s arm.

“Fuck! Right there, please!” he gasps, thighs shaking, as Roman swallows down his pre with a moan of his own, hand having slipped past his pants so he could palm himself while listening to Virgil’s own moans.

“Logan, Roman,” Virgil whines, hand tightening in Roman’s hair as he shoves him down further. He tries to buck into Roman’s mouth while simultaneously trying to fuck himself back on Logan’s cock, although Logan just thrusts his hips uowards to match Virgil being pulled down, causing Virgil to arch his back.

He lets out a high moan, drool pooling in the corner of his mouth while Logan thrusts into his prostate over and over again, drawing loud moans and incoherent babbles.

“Good, good kitten. You sound so pretty; so noisy,” Logan praises, kissing his cheek as his hands rub over Virgil’s hips, fingers working into his pudgy love handles as he praises him repeatedly. 

“Close- close!” Virgil cries, tears pricking his eyes. His face is bright red, warmth pooling in his stomach as he feels pleasure course through him every time Logan affectionately calls him kitten. He’s sure Roman would be doing so too had he not been occupied with a cock in his throat.

Logan kisses his cheek, before settling his chin on Virgil’s shoulder. “Go on, kitten. Come for us. Be a good kitten and come for us.” He thrusts his hips upwards as Virgil cries out again, before reaching his hand around Virgil’s waist to keep Roman’s head shoved down. “You better swallow all of it, Roman.”

Roman chokes and moans, eyes squeezed shut as he sucks down Virgil’s pre before suddenly Virgil’s cock sprays come down his throat, choking him further, but he does as Logan instructed him to and swallows what he can, before pulling off with a pant.

Come drips down his chin, but Roman ignores it in favor of tugging his pants down and pulling his cock out, rapidly stroking it as he watches Virgil with attentive eyes. Logan keeps moving Virgil on his cock, and coos at him when the oversensitivity makes him cry.

“I’m close, kitten. Just hold out a bit longer,” Logan says, uncharacteristically sweet, while Roman just stares.

“Kitten, oh kitten,” Roman breathes, breaths shallow before he comes with a high whine, his own come splattering over Virgil’s thighs, and moments later Logan pulls Virgil down onto his cock and comes inside of him, earning an overstimulated whine.

Logan holds tight to him for a moment, before he helps Virgil off of his cock and back into the boxers Roman grabbed for him. Roman had taken off his shirt by now, exposing his muscular chest that drew Virgil’s attention while he wiped away the come staining Virgil’s legs using the aforementioned shirt, before he slides Virgil’s boxers back on. 

Logan tucks himself back back into his jeans before pulling Virgil lovingly against his chest, and Roman does the same before he falls atop of them, sandwiching Virgil between strong and loving arms. 

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Janus lets out a quiet grunt as Remus's slimy appendages hold tighter to his body. It's not an unusual feeling; the sudden squeeze was just a bit surprising, especially considering Remus was sleeping. 

Although, more often than not, he ends up held tightly to Remus's chest by the slimy appendages, and he doesn't bother to try and fight his way away from them. In their own weird sort of way, it's quite comforting. 

Currently, two of Remus's tentacles were wrapped around each of Janus's thighs, keeping him pulled around Remus's hips in a constant straddle. The other four were wrapped around the snake hybrid's midsection, simultaneously keeping Janus's arms pressed to his sides and holding his chest against Remus's chest. 

The intrusive side's warm breath fans against his head, heavy breathing often accompanied by loud snores or words being mumbled, but it all works to comfort Janus more. The only reason he was pulled out of sleep was because something loud initially disturbed him, although he doesn't remember what it was. His mind didn't process it in time. 

He's silent, though. Just because he's awake doesn't mean he's going to wake Remus up too. It's hard enough getting him to go to sleep in the first place; waking him up would just cause even more trouble. 

However, Remus's tentacles feel more moist than usual, and they squeeze him tight again, this time accompanied with a grunt from Remus as his hips suddenly shift.

"Fuck... Janus..." Remus mumbles, his own hands planted on Janus's ass and pulling him closer, meanwhile Janus's comfy pants start to stick to his thighs due to the wet substance coming off of the tentacles were seeping into his clothes. It tingled as it hit his skin, before a pleasurable sensation spreads over where the substance touched. 

Janus goes wide eyed, before suddenly he's grinded against hard, and the tentacles start writhing with more arousal. All the movement and head sliding over Janus's body causes him to squirm in response, which unfortunately wakes Remus up as a result.

"Babe...?" comes Remus's tired voice, followed by a groan of "I was having a good dream. What's up? You need to piss or something?" 

"No- no, Remus, you were grinding against me," Janus responds, as the tentacles ease up on him. They still wiggle around relentlessly, and one specifically slithers up to Janus's face, gently nuzzling against his cheek before it runs against his lips. 

He moves to sit up, and Remus moves with him, pulling Janus into his lap in the process. Remus still looks tired, blinking slow, but he's rather quick to press a kiss to the side of Janus's face, before resting his head against Janus's shoulder. 

"My double-dicked darling, can I please fuck you?" Remus whines out. It's a genuine question; he'll get up and go get off in the bathroom if necessary, but it seems like Janus was awake anyway, so he might as well ask.

Janus can't help but grin at how cute Remus sounds, in the most Remus-like fashion, at least, but he answers "yeah, go ahead Remus. Your aphrodisiac has already worked me up, so you might as well." 

"My bad; you know I can't control them at all times." 

Scaled fingers run over the slimy tendril near Janus's mouth, before his forked tongue peeks out of his mouth to drag teasingly over the tentacle, before he smiles slyly at Remus. "I know you can't, but it makes life more interesting. Now hurry up; my body's on fire." His arms wrap around Remus's neck, pulling him close in order to kiss him briefly, before Remus is feeding a tentacle into his mouth. 

It immediately wriggles in deeper, aphrodisiac sliding in goops down Janus's throat, and Janus is more than eager to just let his throat relax and drink up whatever chemical the tentacles want to give him. 

He's nowhere near as sleepy as Remus is, but the idea of laying back and letting Remus pleasure him without having to move a muscle sounds heavenly right now, and Remus's tentacles already have a secure enough hold on him. 

Janus's warm tongue working over his tentacle makes Remus moan, and in a quick moment, Remus is allowing himself to lay back on the pillows, keeping Janus on his waist, although now a tentacle has raised his arms over his head, allowing Remus a pretty view of a slimy appendage running up Janus's shirt, sucking dark hickeys into his skin with the suckers, and otherwise coating his nipples in a thin layer of aphrodisiac, earning a moan from Janus. 

His head is thrown back, and his throat ripples as the tentacle slides down even further. His gag reflex is gone, so it works its way down without much issue, producing an extreme amount of chemicals that it pumps down Janus's throat. His cock is clearly hard in his pajama pants, and upon seeing that, Remus snickers. 

"I'm glad I sleep in the buff," he quips. "Now I don't have to waste time taking my own pants off. Just yours." As he says that, his tentacles move to slide Janus's pants off of his waist, before tossing them to the side. 

The tentacle wrapped around Janus's wrists pull him up a bit, positioning him over Remus's writhing tentacle cock that seems to be leaking with a slick substance that's no doubt the aphrodisiac and writhing up towards Janus's body, as if knowing that it wants to be inside of him. 

Slowly, Janus is lowered down, and the tip of Remus's tentacle cock slides right inside of him, moving relentlessly as it tries to go deeper. Remus throws his head back onto the pillow and moans as Janus's walls clench around him, while Janus is stuck going at whatever pace the tentacles allow him to. 

One slowly wraps around his throat, and another around his cocks, both causing Janus to shiver. The one around his neck mostly just gently stays wrapped around it; a subtle sign of dominance that Remus has over him, meanwhile the one around his cocks smears aphrodisiac along the shafts, before squeezing them together and rubbing them against each other, drawing a loud moan followed by a buck of Janus's hips.  

"Whore," Remus spits at him, although he brings Janus down lower, working more of his cock into him. "I bet you worked me up in the first place because you knew that if I was horny, I'd fuck you without a second thought." His hands are against Janus's thighs, scratching into them with little care. He knows Janus likes his sharp nails, and Remus himself loves seeing the marks he makes afterwards.

"I bet that's it, huh, bitch? Just wanted to be pounded so you made it look like it was my fault, right? Maybe I need to start strapping you down and leaving a vibrator in you all night so my little slut can stay filled." 

Janus moans again, back arching as his hips land flush against Remus's, tentacle writhing inside of him while the others focus on marking up his pale body. 

They stay away from his scales, not wanting to cause any pain by accidentally attempting to suck hickeys into them, but it means the human side of him has multiple tentacles sucking marks into him. Purple spots are visible on his neck, down his chest, over his nipples, and some are even on his arms thanks to the possessive nature of both Remus and his tentacles. 

Janus can't even defend himself against Remus's words, but it's not like he would. Sure, that isn't what happened, and Remus knows it isn't, but it's fun to think about.

Being tied up all night, left overstimulated and shaking as a vibrator is lodged directly against his prostate, tiring him out so much but preventing him from sleeping all the while. 

As the aphrodisiac goes straight to his brain, Janus is overwhelmed with heat and with pleasure, and sex is the only thing on his mind. Adding to that, the tentacle inside of him thrusts right up against his prostate, causing Janus to cry out a moan that's muffled by the appendage down his throat, all while Remus lays back and enjoys the show. 

"That feel good, slut?" Remus asks, and it's a genuine question despite his teasing demeanor. Janus's precum drips onto the tentacles around his cocks, and some even gets onto Remus's abdomen, but he enjoys hearing Janus moan in affirmation as a response instead. 

As a reward, the tentacles around Janus's cock squeeze tightly, before they start slowly pumping them, slathering aphrodisiac over them and making Janus moan in pleasure.

"Good boy, letting me use your body; you were so willing to let my tentacles have their fun, huh?" A shivering sensation courses through the tentacles, as if they're just as pleasured by Remus's words, as well as Janus's body. 

"Gonna let me fuck you full of my come too, right? I'll breed you so good that you'll be full of my sperm all night. How does that sound?" 

It sounds all too good, and Janus can really only barely grind against Remus's body in an attempt to entice him to do as he says and pump him full of come. If only it were breeding season, and Remus was filling him with eggs instead, but this would have to do for now. 

A sudden gush of liquid streams down Janus's throat and Janus chokes, tears welling in his eyes as his body spasms, coming hard with the force of his own aphrodisiac-induced orgasm. 

The tentacle inside of him continues to shift and writhe against his prostate, overstimulating him slightly, but after a moment, it comes too, filling Janus up with a ridiculous amount of come. He knows Remus probably changed around the rules of his body to give himself a larger load, but regardless, he feels some dripping past his thighs from how full he is. Remus himself groans as he comes, grinding his hips upward in an attempt to fill Janus with everything he's got.

The tentacles around his body wriggle and then come too, spraying him with a more clear version of come and making a mess of his trembling and sweaty body. 

After a bit of panting, Remus's tentacles just wrap tightly around Janus once more and pull him against his chest once more, despite the fact it's making both of them messier. 

Remus's hands find their way back to Janus's ass, resting his palms gently against it in an affectionate, yet Remus-like manner, and making Janus smile. 

Without any words being exchanged, they rest together, Remus falling back into sleep in a matter of moments and comforting Janus with his obnoxious snoring.

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"Ow, you asshole, that hurts," Virgil whisper-shouts, as Remus uses thick black rope to tie Virgil's hands behind his back. In response, Remus shoves Virgil harder against the door, cheek and naked chest rubbing uncomfortably against the wood.

"Shut up," comes the icy response, as the ropes are tightened hard enough to make Virgil hiss in pain. "Someone could hear all your incessant fucking complaining."

Virgil wants to respond; he can hear the smugness in Remus's voice as the man speaks, but Remus actually has a valid point (for once), so Virgil holds his tongue.

Once the rope is securely tied, Virgil's turned around, showing off his pale, naked body covered in black rope expertly laced around his curves, tied tightly so that his fat would bulge and show off his body in an exposing manner. Nothing keeps him bound, per se, aside from the rope around his wrists, as the rest of the ropes are just for decoration, but they cut into his skin with each move he makes, and the pained noises spilling out of Virgil's mouth delight Remus. 

"You look like a whore," Remus coos quietly, mouth against Virgil's earlobe, and Virgil's forearm flinches forward in response, as if he was about to hit Remus, but the ropes stop him. So instead, he pouts, frowning almost dramatically. 

Mimicking Remus from earlier, Virgil says "shut up," and instead of any sort of sassy response, Remus does, defaulting to an excited grin as he reaches into his shirt and then dramatically pulls out a small bottle of lube, almost like a cute little magic trick. 

After getting a good luck up and down of Virgil's body, Remus turns him back around, once again pushing his face against the door. Aside from an uttered curse, there's no complaint from Virgil, and the semi-hard cock between his spread legs was ample evidence that he was enjoying this, regardless of how bitter he appeared to seem. 

Squirting some lube onto his fingers, Remus traces two around the rim of Virgil's hole, as if to tease him. Virgil considers telling him to hurry up a moment, before a pair of footsteps walk by outside. Mere inches sperate them, and Virgil feels silly for holding his breath as they pass, but it didn't hurt to be extra cautious. 

Though, he knew part of Remus's added excitement came from the potential of them being caught. Remus had no shame; he'd love nothing more than to humiliate Virgil, with the latter having nothing to cover up with, not even the use of his hands.  

Finally, Remus pushes his fingers into Virgil, starting up quickly with shallow thrusts, scissoring his fingers in order to properly stretch Virgil's hole big enough. As much as Remus would just like to fuck him without prep, Virgil insisted everything be done safely. Remus rolls his eyes as he recalls the brief exchange, as he adds a third finger, driving it deeper into Virgil's body. 

Letting out small whines, Virgil writhes against the struggling to get comfortable. No matter how he moved, his cheek rubbed against the door in an almost painful manner. As Remus pushes a fourth finger into him, and rubs them against Virgil's prostate, Virgil suddenly jolts forward, chest bumping against the surface in front of him as he moans. 

Remus grins, as he briefly pulls Virgil away from the door, only to slam him harder against it. The action itself was way louder than Virgil's moan, but Remus doesn't care about that; he only cares about humiliating Virgil. "God, can you ever shut up? It's like you're trying to get caught," Remus spits, as one of his hands slides up Virgil's front, running over the ropes before firmly dragging over Virgil's lips, moments before the digits force themselves into his mouth. 

"I guess I'll have to shut you up myself," he growls, before his fingers slip out of Virgil's hole, wiping the lube-covered fingers dismissively against the side of Virgil's hip. 

Using his teeth to bite open the cap of the lube once more, he squirts a fresh coat onto his cock, before tossing the bottle to the side, using his free hand to rub it in before once again wiping the excess against Virgil's body, as if he's nothing more than a rag. 

Then, without warning, Remus slides his entire cock into Virgil, hand grasping the man's upper thigh, nails digging into pudgy flesh in order to keep him still. 

Virgil's eyes roll back into his head as he lets out a muffled moan around Remus's slender fingers. His back arches, pressing his chest harder against the door, as Remus groans into his ear. 

Barely audible, Remus curses "fuck" under his breath, before Virgil feels Remus's teeth firmly sink into his shoulder. It's not done with the intention to bite Virgil, more so to help Remus keep himself quiet, but the action makes Virgil whine, shifting slightly only for the ropes around his thighs to drag painfully over his skin with the movement. His eyes tear at the burn, but again he moans. That's why he agreed to let Remus tie them so tight; seeing the lacerations after they fuck will be worth it. 

Remus is still for a moment, a surprising bit of grace coming from him to allow Virgil at least a few moments to adjust, before Remus slowly slides his cock out, dragging it along Virgil's inner walls, until only the tip was still in, before he snaps his hips forward and thrusts the entirety of his cock back inside Virgil, simultaneously driving his fingers down Virgil's throat. 

Drool seeps over Remus's fingers, spilling out over Virgil's lips and down his chin. He's glad he's turned away from Remus, because he's sure that if Remus got a clear look at his face, Remus would mock him for it relentlessly. 

Remus repeats the process of slowly sliding out, before roughly thrusting back in, only allowing Virgil pleasure after drawn-out seconds filled with anticipation. 

Just as Virgil's about to bite Remus's fingers in protest for the teasing, footsteps come back towards the door, and he stiffens, clenching around Remus's cock and closing his lips around Remus's finger. 

Slowly, Remus eases his mouth away from Virgil's shoulder, and whispers "I wonder if they can hear your pathetic cries," as the hand on Virgil's hip wraps around to play with his cock. Remus's fingers trace over the rope at the bace of his cock, before he curls his fingers around Virgil's shaft, slowly stroking it as he speaks. "I'm helping you, and you're still being too loud. Do I need to go even slower?" 

Virgil whines, as he tries to fuck Remus's fist, only for Remus to stop stroking him and squeeze Virgil's cock tightly in retaliation. 

In response, Virgil lets out a pathetic sounding noise, as a few desperate tears streak down his face. At this point, Remus has stopped stimulating him at all, aside from pushing his fingers down onto Virgil's tongue, rubbing it almost soothingly while he occasionally pushes his fingers back down Virgil's throat to purposefully make him gag.

So, struggling to move, Virgil attempts to shake his head "no" around Remus's fingers, hoping an answer to Remus's question would cause him to start up again. But, Remus doesn't. Instead, he decides to slip his fingers out of Virgil's mouth, smiling at him knowingly. 

Still whispering, Remus gleefully says "tell me what you want," a gleam in his eye showing that he knows about the person outside their room. He can hear them too. 

Swallowing the spit in his mouth, Virgil hesitates. "Remus-" he begins, voice barely audible, only for Remus to tut. 

"Gotta be a bit louder than that," Remus coos, giving Virgil's cock another teasing squeeze. "Otherwise I won't be able to hear you."

Cursing under his breath, Virgil raises his voice ever so slightly as he asks "can you hurry up?" 

"Tsk." Remus shakes his head, before raising an eyebrow curiously, grinning wider at Virgil's frustration. "Ask nicely." 

Furrowing his brows, Virgil considers doing just the opposite for a moment, already stringing together a beautiful array of profanities to throw Remus's way, before he hears cheery laughter outside, followed by two muffled voices engaged in a conversation. 

Virgil hates that his cock twitches at the prospect of them potentially hearing his noises of pleasure, but Remus just smiles wider, insisting "go on, Virge." 

Taking a deep breath, Virgil squeezes his eyes shut, but he does grit out "can you please hurry up and fuck me? Actually fuck me. No more of that- that teasing shit I know you're-" 

He's cut off by Remus's fingers forcing themselves back into his mouth, Remus's chest pressed against Virgil's back, pushing the ropes deeper into Virgil's skin as he rests his chin on Virgil's shoulder. 

Just beyond the door, the voices get louder for a moment, and both of them hold their breath in anticipation; Virgil's a fearful shame, and Remus's an excited hopefulness. 

But, fortunately (or in Remus's case, unfortunately), the footsteps and the voices recede, leaving Virgil and Remus in silence aside from each other's breathing, and the faint sound of Remus's fingers wiggling inside of Virgil's mouths. 

As soon as the others are out of range, though, Remus suddenly starts fucking into Virgil's ass without remorse, nails once again digging into Virgil's hips to keep him still as Remus drives his cock deeper into Virgil's hole. 

Virgil lets out an embarrassing moan as his head falls back, reeling at the sudden pleasure. His cock leaks with pre, while his wrists flex in pleasure, the ropes cutting into his skin. He can hardly pay attention to that, though, especially after Remus's arm loops around his waist and, with just the one arm, hoists Virgil's hips up and lifts his legs off the ground, feet hovering over the surface. 

The newfound angle allows Remus's cock to thrust directly against Virgil's prostate, emitting a loud, pathetic cry, eyes rolling back into his head. 

With nothing more than a teasing "shhhhh," Remus keeps up his thrusts, pounding harder into Virgil's tight ass, hitting his prostate over and over, relishing in the muffled cries it earned him. 

Struggling around Remus's fingers, Virgil tries to say something, but quickly stops himself upon hearing how loud his voice cones out. Remus doesn't need Virgil to speak what he wants, he already knows, so tightening his elbow around Virgil's hip, he moves his hand to Virgil's cock, finally stroking fast enough to allow Virgil to feel pleased. 

He uses their sweat and Virgil's precum as extra lube, allowing his hand quicker and slicker movements, pumping with the intent to make Virgil come before Remus himself does, hoping for the chance to overstimulate him. To overwhelm him. To cause any sprt of physical discomfort he can while maintaining Virgil's actual comfort level. What a nice guy. 

Virgil doesn't even need to express that he's close - not that he can anyway - as Remus can feel the way he tries desperately to hold back hia orgasm. His hole clenches, earning a groan from Remus, and his toes curl, fingernails digging into the palms of his hands But he can only hold back for so long. 

With Remus's simultaneous thrusting and stroking, as well as the added appeal of his skin being cut open by the ropes, he's quick to come over Remus's hand and the front of the door, with excess dripping down his thighs, spilling over the black ropes wrapped around his thighs and even dripping onto the floor.

After that, it doesn't take long for the overstimulation to set in, with Remus still thrusting into his prostate, though Remus decides to be a bit nice and move his hand away from Virgil's cock, instead bringing it back to Virgil's hip to ensure he stays in the proper angle. This allows Remus the pretty sight of Virgil's face against the door, spit soaked fingers still fucking into his mouth, and his back uncomfortably arched from both the way he was being held and the pleasure he was still feeling. 

And, with such a pathetic view, it's no big surprise that Remus is coming without warning seconds later, pumping his load into Virgil's ass, before pulling out dismissively and letting go of Virgil, watching as he trembles for a few moments before falling into a heap on the floor, landing uncomfortably on his chest without his arms free to catch himself. 

He goes to say a cuss word, before the ropes are being untied and unwrapped from around his body, revealing purple lacerations where the skin has been broken in some places, and where deep burns have formed in others. 

Virgil tries to hide his delight as he sees them. 

Then finally, Remus picks him up, kicking the ropes to the side as he carries him to their adjacent bathroom. He'll probably rub some Neosporin onto the wounds after they shower, so the ointment isn't rinsed off, but for now he focuses on helping Virgil step into the bathtub, and keeping him upright while they clean off. Afterwards, he tends to Virgil's lacerations, and then lays down on bed with him, carelessly draping a leg and part of one of his arms over Virgil's body, while Virgil cuddles a pillow right next to him; all of his worries and anxiety that came with what was otherwise an exhilarating round of sex melted away as sleepiness settled in. 

Hopefully, nobody heard them. 

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"You spend so much time looking in that mirror," Logan comments, rather offhandedly, but still with the intent of making the fact known to Roman. From where he sits on Roman's lavish bed, he has a clear view of Roman modeling in front of his giant mirror, posing, despite the fact he was wearing the same princely outfit he wore every day.

Roman just scoffs at Logan's words, though, saying "what good is beauty if you don't admire it?" The question is rhetorical, and Roman turns around to look over his shoulder at his broad shoulders and nice ass. 

"It doesn't go away if you don't look at it every five minutes." Logan sounds unamused, but in all actuality he's just being honest. 

Groaning at Logan's words, Roman turns to face him, bottom lip jutted out in a pout. "Well," he begins, defensively, "if there was someone else willing to satisfy my constant need for compliments, I wouldn't have to resort to doing it myself." He lets out a 'humph' noise afterwards, accentuating his point, before crossing his arms over my chest. "But unfortunately, there doesn't seem to be anyone around who'll do that." 

At this, Logan finally cracks a smile. 

"If you want my attention, all you have to do is ask. You know I struggle with picking up on hints; I'd prefer you be outright." 

Roman groans, turning back to himself in the mirror, before turning to Logan with a frown. 

"I want attention," he declares, lifting his chin up snobbishly. "I demand you come give it to me." 

"You demand?" Logan repeats, raising an eyebrow, scooting closer to the edge of the bed. "Well then, your highness, what kind of attention do you want?" 

"Any," Roman huffs.

"Any?" Logan echos, sliding fully off the bed. His bare feet hit Roman's soft carpet, and he moves until he's standing next to Roman in front of the mirror. He momentarily stares at his reflection, not able to see anything but himself. Honestly, he didn't understand Roman's insistence of beauty, finding it not only to be subjective, but also not something he really cared about. 

And as "beautiful" as Roman was, Logan preferred his creations and his imaginative mind more than his outward appearance. 

However, that didn't mean Logan didn't prefer to see Roman looking certain ways. For example, Roman had a gorgeous smile, one that could both gleam with pride, and exude the most adoring fondness, and when it was genuine, Logan regarded him with relief and his own happiness. 

Or, another example, he loved to see Roman red in the face, sweating, and so clearly pleasured. 

Standing a step or so behind Roman, he lets his hands lightly plant themselves on Roman's waist, before they slowly travel upwards, fingers sliding underneath Roman's top and caressing his sides. 

He watches with amusement in the mirror as Roman's eyes follow his hands, as his face turns pink at even the softest actions. 

And that blush only worsens as Logan's hands come back down so they can grab the edge of Roman's shirt and pull it up over his head, leaving him shirtless and with Logan's hands sliding over his bare chest. 

"Is this good?" Logan asks, as if he can't see the bright red flush spreading across Roman's face.  But it was always good to make sure Roman was enjoying this.

In response, he gets a pleased smile from Roman, accompanied by "this is great. Much better than what I had in mind." His eyes are half closed, but still open enough for him to excitedly watch Logan's hands caress his body. 

"What exactly did you have in mind?" 

Logan's hands teasingly rub over Roman's nipples as he awaits an answer, clearly curious, although the slightest bit amused. 

Roman smiles, almost shy, as he admits "well, I expected a lot of compliments." 

"I can do that."

"And loving affection."

"I can do that too."

Roman smiles, suddenly too embarrassed to look at the mirror, and turns his face to the side. Logan made intense eye contact, and Roman wasn't able to keep it, especially not while he was saying such adoring and promising things, which was a rare thing coming from Logan's mouth. 

But, that just causes Logan to reach his hand up, and grab Roman's chin, gently turning his face back to the mirror. 

"I'll do anything you want me to, Roman, but you have to keep your eyes on the mirror, I know you often boast about your appearance, but I want you to internalize your beauty too."

"Oh," comes Roman's shaky response, as Logan's hands dip down to Roman's pants, quickly undoing them, before urging them downwards. With them comes Roman's boxers, exposing his muscular thighs and toned calves, as well as his half-hard cock. 

Logan smiles at the sight, before calmly saying "c'mon, ease yourself down, right onto your hands and knees. Like you've done so many times before. That's it; you're such a good listener, Roman." 

Desperately wanting to be good for Logan, Roman does as he's told, ever so slowly sinking onto his knees, kicking his discarded pants to the side. He sits there for a moment, almost entranced as he looks at his attention, eyes darting upwards to look at Logan, whose face is angled downwards in order to watch Roman, and a small, bashful smile graces Roman's lips.

When Logan said he'd do something, he stuck to it, and in this case, he was providing Roman with more attention than he'd even initially asked for.

He waits to get onto his hands until Logan is undoing his belt, unbuttoning his own pants and shoving them down slightly. Unfortunately, he doesn't strip completely, but that would be something Roman could complain about later. As of now, a buzz of anticipation courses through him as Logan reaches behind him into one of Roman's drawers, and then kneels behind Roman a moment later.

"Do I need to prep you?" Logan asks, hesitating over just getting on with it. Normally he'd do so without asking, just in case, and in this situation it's tempting as well, as Logan would love to have Roman watch himself fall apart on just his fingers, but he also knows Roman is an impatient person, and would start whining if Logan stretched him out when he didn't need it. And right now, Logan wants to please Roman entirely.

Roman's quick to shake his head, saying "no, I can take it. Please." He carefully lowers his chest to the ground, resting his head on his forearm as he presents his ass to Logan. Looking at himself in the mirror, Roman has the passing thought that he looks surprisingly... slutty, but that thought is quickly wiped away as Roman feels Logan's hands on his ass, gently groping the fat, before Logan's cock traces over Roman's hole, causing a shudder to course through Roman's body.

He stares into the mirror as he feels Logan push into him, watching as his own eyebrows crease in pleasure as his mouth falls open to let out a moan. Logan groans behind him, pushing in slowly, before stopping once he's fully in. He leans over Roman, kissing the side of Roman's head, as his hands rub over Roman's hips.

"Are you watching, Roman?" Logan asks, quietly, and his eyes meet Roman's through the mirror. "You're going to see what I'm graced with every time we have sex."

Roman blushes at the words, but smiles nonetheless, momentarily tucking his face into his elbow, before moving his arm. Logan already expressed that he wanted Roman to pay attention to himself, and even though the urge to cutely hide his face was intense, he doesn't. For Logan's sake.

Logan goes slow to start off with, pulling out ever so slightly, before pushing back in, his hands firm on Roman's hips, and it took all of Roman's willpower not to watch Logan as they were fucking, and to keep staring straight ahead.

With this new position, and new scenario to look at himself in the mirror with, Roman began to notice little things. The way his fingers twitched with each thrust into him, or the way his eyebrows raised in pleasure; even how his head would instinctively tilt to the side, prompting Logan to gently drag his teeth over the bare skin, before sucking a dark hickey into Roman's neck.

Roman watches as he tenses up with every mark, more so out of anticipation than anything else, and the way he tries to grip his floor as Logan's thrusts speed up.

"Fuck, Logan," Roman moans out, eyes darting towards Logan's figure in the mirror, before Logan's hand reaches to grab Roman's soft, brown locks, tangling his fingers in it.

Firmly, he tugs Roman's head up off the floor, holding it still. "Don't look at me, Roman. Look at yourself. Look at how easily you're falling apart, even though we've just gotten started. You're drooling." His words are said like they're fact, and they are. Logan isn't trying to tease him - though, that doesn't stop Roman from flushing in embarrassment - just to show him all the little things he does during sex.

Quickly, Logan's free hand slides past Roman's hip, dipping down to gently stroke Roman's cock once or twice. Roman moans, uttering "shit, please," before that pleasure is quickly taken from him. Logan then holds up his fingers, rubbing them together to show off the glistening pre-come they were slicked with.

"You're leaking already."

"Because it feels so good," comes Roman's whiny response, and he smiles internally as he watches a proud smile grace Logan's lips.

Sometimes all anyone needs is a compliment. 

Seemingly encouraged, Logan speeds up his thrusts, bringing his messy hand back down to Roman's cock in order to stroke it, as if rewarding him for being so sweet. While stimulating his cock, one of Logan's thrusts hit his prostate, and Roman cries out "there! Fuck, Logan, please."  In the mirror, he watches as his own spit runs down his chin, sweat matting his hair and a red blush that goes down his chest. 

"That's it, Roman," Logan praises him, through his own grits of pleasure. He angles his hips to make sure every thrust onward nails Roman's prostate, eliciting obscene moans and cries that sound so beautiful spilling from Roman's mouth. "You're doing so well for me. Such a good boy. Such a pretty boy." 

"Thank you," comes Roman's automatic reply, moaned out pathetically. "Thank you, Logan. Love you! Coming! Fuck!" He comes with a high-pitched, whiny moan, only barely getting to look at his own orgasm face before his eyes roll back into his head, back arching as he comes onto the ground underneath him. 

He catches the aftereffect, though, where he pants and lets out stuttering breaths, before Logan gently lets go off his hair, gently combing his fingers through it instead. 

He slows his thrusts down considerably, as to not overstimulate Roman too much, before finishing inside of him with a low groan, and then pulling out seconds after. As Roman collapses onto the messy ground underneath him, Logan crouches down next to him, rubbing his back. 

"Good job, Roman," Logan praises. "You did so well; if I believed in societal beauty standards, you would be the quote-unquote 'top dog.'" 

Roman snorts, beckoning Logan down further so Roman can catch his lips in a short, but sweet kiss. "Thanks, L. Now come help me shower." Rolling onto his back, he makes grabby hands at Logan, clearly wanting his help getting up, and Logan laughs, pressing one more kiss to Roman's lips. 

"Okay, Roman."

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"Roman," Virgil murmurs, looking at the array of food laid out before him with concern. "There's no way I'm going to be able to eat all of this."

"You don't have to eat all of it," Roman reminds him, as he pushes a plate full of grilled chicken towards him. "I purposely made a lot so that we could give whatever you didn't eat to the others. You just have to try a bit of everything." 

Roman then easily scoops Virgil out of the dining chair, holding him as Roman himself sits down on it, holding Virgil on his lap. 

"You just have to try a bit of everything," Roman emphasizes, and while Virgil originally agreed to those conditions, looking now at the plates scattered before him, he felt like it would be no easy task. Why did Roman have to make so much?

As if hearing his concern, Roman lovingly places a kiss to the side of Virgil's face, whispering "it's fine if you can't, but I implore you to try." Virgil turns his head to capture Roman's lips in a quick kiss, before sighing, as Roman's hands slide down to Virgil's waist, rubbing soothingly for a bit, before Virgil's position is shifted. 

He's set on one of Roman's thighs, while Roman keeps an arm around Virgil's waist to steady him. With his free hand, he picks up a fork, and uses the side of it to cut a piece of chicken off, stabbing it and then bringing it up to Virgil's mouth. 

Virgil chews it slowly, savoring the juice squeezes out of the chicken with each compression brought on by his teeth, before he swallows the mush moments later. 

"Don't most meals typically start with the appetizer?" Virgil asks, as Roman picks at another bite of chicken. Roman smiled bashfully behind him, making sure Virgil has another bite in his mouth before answering. 

"Usually," he admits, as he sets the fork down and picks up one of the many napkins set near the food. "But I got caught up in making the desserts for you instead. If you want an appetizer, I can make mini tacos. I also know how to make a delicious spinach artichoke dip!" 

And even though Virgil's mouth waters at the idea, he shakes his head. There was already so much as is; any more might genuinely cause him to burst.

"Maybe some other time," he responds, trying to ignore the feeling of Roman's hand urging down past his waist and between his thighs. It stops, for now, but Virgil's hyper-aware of its presence.

"More chicken, then?" Roman offers, and Virgil shakes his head (albeit begrudgingly), knowing they have a lot to get through. 

Roman doesn't seem hurt by the decline, instead moving that plate out of the way and trading it for salmon. The smell makes Virgil scrunch his nose, but the plate is beautifully decorated, with lemon slices along the edge and some green herb sprinkled over the stack of fish. 

Picking up a lemon slice, Roman squeezes it out on top of the salmon pile, before setting it aside and wiping his hand on a napkin. Then, reaching for the fork once again, he cuts a sliver and holds it to Virgil's mouth. 

This time, it takes a little more than Roman merely holding the food up for Virgil to open his mouth. It smelled so.... bad. But, for the sake of keeping his promise, he takes the fish into his mouth, and he practically melts. 

It tastes nothing akin to what it smells like. The texture is nice and soft, and the acidity from the lemon is the perfect balance to what would otherwise be an overpowering fishy taste. 

Virgil hears Roman snicker behind him, before cooing "was it that good? You look like you're in heaven." His words are sweet, with just a hint of pride and teasing in them. Virgil would smack him on the shoulder to keep him humble if he wasn't so preoccupied. 

Greedily, Virgil's stomach grumbles as soon as he swallows the bite down, eager for more. And suddenly, there was a brief moment of false confidence that convinced him he could in fact eat everything on the table, leftovers and all. As much as he was tempted to try, he knew it was illogical, so he just accepted the second bite of salmon offered to him. 

And the third. 

Then, without asking, Roman moves that dish aside too, pulling a new one in front of Virgil. 

"Ribs? But... but these are so messy!" Virgil protests. He cringed at the feeling of barbeque sauce on his hands, and smeared all over his face, but when he turns to Roman, Roman's pouting. 

"It's homemade barbeque sauce," he attempts to persuade, and if Roman wasn't so damn cute, Virgil might have refused entirely. But, hr doesn't. Instead, he sighs, and accepts it. 

Tugging his jacket sleeves up, Virgil grabs one of the ribs and tries not to gag as some of the sauce spills onto his hands. He hesitates taking a bite, and grimaces as he does, teeth coming into contact with the soft meat, but again, hes pleasantly surprised by the elegant taste. Even the texture's not as bad as he feared it would be. 

Really, the only complaint he has is how messy it is, but even that has an upside. 

After setting the picked-clean bone down, Virgil reaches for a napkin, but Roman beats hin to it. Lovingly, he wiped Virgil's hands down with the cloth, before discarding it and picking up another one, using it for Virgil's other hand. It dips into the creases between his fingers, and Roman even cares so much as to make sure no residue remained underneath his nails. 

Left with the mess on his face, Virgil lets Roman gently dab the napkin around his mouth, only wiping firmly near the corners of his lips, before it's discarded as well. 

He thinks they're going to move on immediately, like they've been doing, but Roman's hand comes up to Virgil's chin, and ever so softly tilts his head towards him. 

"You still have a little bit on your lips," Roman muses, though his voice is quiet. It's soft; it's intimate. It makes Virgil flush. .

"Well aren't you- aren't you gonna wipe it off?" Virgil asks, mustering the tiniest bit of irritation through his flush. What did Roman acknowledging the mess have to do with anything, anyway? And)- and furthermore, Roman was the one who immediately took responsibility for cleaning Virgil off. If anything, Roman should have just grabbed another napkin, and- 

Before Virgil really processes what's happening, Roman's soft lips are gently pressed against his own, tongue sliding over Virgil's own, and lingering over his top lip before he pulls away. 

Bright red, Virgil immediately diverts eye contact, fully aware of how Roman was staring at him in the nanoseconds before he turned away. 

Wide eyes waiting for a reaction, hoping for a positive one, but clearly unsure. Roman loves to announce any sort of physical affection, so the quieter, softer ones always made him nervous about how Virgil might react. Daring to glance back at Roman's face, he sees Roman licking his lips.  

"You taste good," he hears Roman say, before grinning. "I guess I did a good job cooking." 

At that, Virgil smacks his shoulder, gritting "shut up!" before he huffs, crossing his arms over his chest and fully turning his head away from Roman. 

"Aw, Virgil," Roman croons, bumping his forehead against Virgil's head. "I just couldn't help myself!" Roman absolutely could. What Virgil knew he couldn't do was hold off on an opportunity to embarrass him. Stupid Roman! 

But before Virgil can express those feelings, the hand around his waist creeps lower, skillfully unbuckling Virgil's skinny jeans before easing the zipper down. 

"Roman-" Virgil says, a lot quieter, embarrassment stirring in his stomach.

In response, Roman lovingly shushes him, before urging "colour?" 

Virgil's response is an instantaneous "green," though he still refuses to meet Roman's eye, embarrassed. 

Roman kissed the side of Virgil's head, and again, the plate of ribs are pushed away and a new one is pulled forward. 

A plate of turkey with gravy, and this one even has a side of mashed potatoes. Following that was a bowl of chicken and dumplings, spiced ham and pineapple slices, tacos (both hard shell and soft shell), and a plethora of casseroles: tater tot, chicken and rice, even a pizza casserole, which had Virgil cringing at the name but drooling at the taste. 

Roman encouraged he take at least a few bites of each, occasionally feeding Virgil a little more than he had been normally if he felt like it. 

Everything tasted like metaphorical heaven. 

Eventually, no other food is pulled forward, and Virgil raises an eyebrow as he glances towards Roman expectantly. 

"What, no more?" Virgil teases, although he had to admit he was feeling considerably full. More so than he had in a while. He was sure that if Roman hadn't unbuttoned his pants his stomach would be uncomfortably pressed against the waistline. 

Roman merely smiles as his hand that's been resting right above Virgil's boxers trails up further, squishing his pudgy stomach before going back down and teasing the hem of his boxers. 

"Are you willing to take a short interlude?" Roman then murmurs, lips hovering right above Virgil's ear. "I still have more for you, of course, but we should give you a few minutes for your stomach to settle. I'm sure you could use a glass of water." 

At the mention of water, Virgil instinctively licks his lips, realizing that his mouth is surprisingly dry. Having eaten so much food, he's surprised he hadn't asked for water sooner, before remembering Roman never gave him much room to talk. Aside from occasionally asking what he thought about the food, or teasing him for his reactions, Roman would be shoveling food into Virgil's mouth and watching attentively as Virgil chewed and swallowed it. 

Honestly, this entire situation was probably doing as much for Roman as it was for Virgil, and a quick shift of Virgil's hips confirmed that, as he feels Roman's clearly hard cock drag across his ass, accompanied by a quiet groan that Roman quickly tries to muffle by tucking his face into Virgil's shoulder. 

"Roman," Virgil begins, but Roman cuts him off with a quick shush. 

"Don't," Roman responds, voice silky but firm. "This isn't about me." Both of Roman's arms wrap around Virgil's midsection, and he squeezes hum tightly in a hug that would feel better to Virgil if he hadn't eaten the equivalent of what could only be two and a half entrées. 

"I'll get you that water now," Roman adds, and he stands, maneuvering  Virgil in his grasp so that the latter's legs were wrapped around his midsection. Just in case, Virgil's arms were tightly wrapped around Roman's neck, but Virgil had been lifted enough times to know that Roman was strong, and even with only one hand under Virgil to keep him supported, Roman doesn't waver. 

He reaches up and grabs a glass, and fills it with water from the fridge, before sitting back down with Virgil. 

"If you need more, I'll get you more," Roman assures him, as he repositions Virgil back to the way he was initially, sitting sideways on Roman's thigh with a strong arm around him. With that, he holds the cup of water to Virgil's lips, urging him to drink. Virgil does so greedily, swallowing down mouthful after mouthful, and letting out a relieved sigh after the dry itch in his throat disappears thanks to the hydration. 

After Virgil's drank enough, Roman prompts "are you ready for dessert?" and despite the fact Virgil would normally say no, especially with his stomach fuller than usual, he nods his head. 

Roman smiles, and Virgil's heart flutters. 

The first thing pulled in front of him is a simple plate of cookies, although there's an assortment strewn about. "You have to try at least one bite of each," Roman demands, before explaining "we made a separate batch for each type of cookie. This isn't even one fourth of how many we have tucked away." There was a playful shame to his voice, so much so Virgil grins, but his grin falters as he looks back towards the cookies. 

There was one of every type imaginable. The standard chocolate chip and sugar cookies were front and center, but there were also oatmeal raisin, m&m, white chocolate chip, peanut butter, and even snickerdoodle! One bite of each? Virgil hardly believed he could handle one half! 

"Roman... that's - that's so many." 

"You can do it," Roman soothes, as his fingers very shyly dip past the waistline of Virgil's boxers. The gently rub the skin directly underneath, but Virgil's breath still hitches regardless, expecting something that Roman seems so keen on making him wait for. 

"Just one bite of each," Roman repeats. "I'll even get you some milk if you want some." 

"Just one bite of each," Virgil echos, as Roman picks up a cookie and holds it near Virgil's lips. Starting out with a normal chocolate chip, and the smell is already causing Virgil to smile. Home baked, no doubt full of love. 

He parts his lips and allows himself to lean forward and take a considerably big bite. He chewed slow, and swallowing made him realize that a glass of milk would be especially good with this. So he asks for one. 

After getting it for him and handing it to Virgil, Roman would dunk each cookie before giving it to Virgil, softening the texture ever so slightly, while making sure Virgil's throat never got too dry. 

This process repeats one by one with each cookie, and by the last one, Virgil's stomach gives a gurgle of protest. 

"I can't," Virgil whines, staring hopelessly at the final cookie, though Roman swirls it around in the crumb-infested milk anyway. 

"You can," Roman urges, as he raises it up. Virgil follows a drop of milk down from the cookie and watches as it splashes into the cup of milk below, causing a ripple. "It's the last cookie, and then we can move on. Be my good boy, Virgil." Roman plants a kiss onto Virgil's shoulder, before placing another one on his cheek. "For me? Take a bite, for me?" 

Virgil does. 

He swallows it despite his stomach's anger, but before he can complain anymore, the glass of milk is being held against his lips. 

Virgil swallows it down, appreciating the brief respite from solids, before Roman's getting up again. 

He opens the oven, and Virgil flinches as a flood of warm air rushes over him. 

"Roman? What are you-" 

He pauses, as a pie is pulled out of the oven, and set on the table in front of him. Followed by another pie. And another pie. And cobbler. Following that, he moves to the fridge and pulls out another pan of something, and Virgil can't even guess what that one is. 

A tub of vanilla ice cream is then pulled from the freezer and set on the table as well. 

"Roman..." Virgil breathes out, as Roman grabs a pie cutter and ice cream scooper before he scoops Virgil back up and once more adjusts their position so they're back the way they were before Roman stood up. Sitting, and close together.

"I left the pies and the cobbler in the oven to make sure they were still warm by the time we got to them," Roman hums. "Baked goods are only good when ice cream's melting over them, isn't it?" 

It's a rhetorical question, as Roman cuts a slice out of an apple pie, a cherry pie, a rhubarb pie, and peach cobbler. Additionally, he also cuts into that cold pan, and out comes a cooled culmination of golden grahams and marshmallows, having been covered in melted chocolate before it was given time to set. 

A s'mores bar. 

 "Which one would you like to eat first? I'd recommend one of the warmer ones so that they're warm enough to melt the ice cream." 

"The- we can start with the apple. Roman, this is too much! I won't be able to-" 

"Apple it is," Roman interrupts him, before going "colour?" to which he's met with an unsure "green." 

Soothingly, Roman runs his hand over Virgil's thigh, while his free hand scoops a mound of ice cream on top of a freshly sliced piece of apple pie. Virgil can't help staring excitedly as the ice cream quickly begins to melt, dripping over the sides of the pie.

Roman makes sure to cut a bite big enough to include the buttery crust, pieces of apple, and the ice cream all in one, and even though Virgil's hesitant in regards to his ability to try everything, he accepts the food. 

Virgil closes his eyes as he chews, before swallowing it down slowly. The cold ice cream is a welcome change from all the warmer foods. 

And Roman's hand slippin down the front of his pants is a welcome change from the gentle touches Virgil had been receiving before. 

Unfortunately, Roman keeps his hand outside of Virgil's boxers for now, but Roman's big hand rubs over Virgil's half-hard cock. 

Virgil's head falls back in a moan, before more food is quickly shoved in, and Virgil can't find it in himself to complain. He just works to eat, as Roman works to stimulate him, whispering praise into Virgil's ear. "My good boy," followed by "just a few more bites. You've done so good - eaten so much." 

And the pride and adoration in Roman's voice is embarrassing, and Virgil's tempted to hide his face, before the clanking of a fork against a plate reminds him there's still a bit more food to go. 

The next bite he's given is of the cherry pie, still with ice cream. Virgil moans around it, as Roman's palming gets more firm, cupping Virgil's cock through his boxers and running his palm along the cramped length. 

Following after is a forkful of rhubarb pie. At least Roman was only giving him one bite of each; Virgil was so full he wasn't sure he could handle much more. 

Immediately after swallowing, Roman grips Virgil's crotch hard, and Virgil gasps and adjusts his hips With his mouth open, more food is shoveled inside. Peach cobbler, more ice cream; whatever, Virgil is too distracted to focus too much on the taste. 

"Roman," Virgil moans out, forcing himself to struggle the latest mouthful. "Roman, please. I'm so full." 

"Shh," Roman croons. "We're almost done. One more bite." Virgil cracks his eyes barely open to look at what the last bite of food will be. It's the s'mores bar. Cold, and no doubt extremely sweet, and Virgil finds himself whining in protest. 

He doesn't think he can take one more bite. 

In an attempt to encourage him - or perhaps, as an attempt to reward him - Roman's hand finally dips past his boxers, and pushes them down just enough to pull Virgil's cock out. His hand sloely pumps the length, as he places kisses to the side of Virgil's face. 

"Just one more," Roman urges, and Virgil doesn't want to disappoint. 

He leans forward and takes a bite of the bar being offered to him. It's a small bite, and it's very sweet, but Virgil pushes through and continues chewing it, letting out out whines as Roman thumbs over his slit, smearing precum over his length. 

Immediately after Virgil swallows, Roman kisses the edge of his lips, before kissing him properly, licking into Virgil's mouth and moaning, as if the way Virgil tastes was enough to stimulate him as well. 

"Good boy," Roman praises against Virgil's skin, sucking Virgil's bottom lip. His hand speeds up on Virgil's cock, watching intently as Virgil writhes and lets out breathy moans. There's an embarrassed flush on Virgil's face, but aside from keeping his eyes closed, he makes no attempt to hide himself from Roman's intense gaze. "Good boy, Virgil. You did so well." The hand that had previously been feeding Virgil comes to gently knead his stomach, kindly trying to alleviate some of the ache that accompanied overeating, and Virgil groans as Roman's fingers rub into him. 

"Close," Virgil eventually gasps out, attempting to roll his hips into Roman's hand, which was squeezing and quickly stroking the length of Virgil's cock. 

"Come for me, Virgil," Roman encourages. "Come on, love. You've been so good. You deserve this; you deserve to feel so good and so relieved." 

Virgil moans at Roman's words, leaning back against him and letting Roman stroke him to completion. He comes with a soft moan of Roman's name, before slumping back against him, panting. 

He watches with bleary eyes as Roman brings the dirty hand to his mouth and slides his own fingers past his lips, sucking them clean of Virgil's come, which simultaneously makes Virgil blush and cringe. 

"Overall?" Roman then prompts, licking his lips clean, and Virgil finally tucks his face into his shoulder, unable to handle the genuine way Roman was looking at him. 

"It was good," Virgil mumbles, before shooting a sour glare Roman's way. "Although, it was a bit much near the end." 

"You finished it, though," Roman coos, as he tucks Virgil back into his pants. 

Virgil says something snarky under his breath, but Roman doesn't ask him to say it louder, knowing all of his complaints were mainly for show. 

Smiling, Roman kisses the side of Virgil's head once more, before going "how does a nap sound? It'll give you some time to let your stomach settle. And hopefully it'll allow some room to be made for dinner tonight." 

Virgil groans at the idea of more food, but wraps his arms around Roman's neck, resting his head against Roman's chest. A nap did indeed sound nice, and he supposed that if he didn't feel as full by the time dinner came around, he'd be willing to eat just a little bit more. 

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Janus flinches away when Roman's hand comes to cup his cheek, normally used to the rougher touches given to his scales. But Roman's hands are soft, and his touch is gentle, so after a moment of Roman keeping his hand still, Janus leans into it. Initially, he's tense, but then Roman thumbs over his cheek affectionately, and Janus sighs as his stiffness melts away.

Roman utters words in Spanish that Janus can't be bothered to even try and understand, as Roman's fingers pet his face before moving back to his hair to gently brush through the few strands that were unshielded by his hat, before coming back to his face. 

Janus didn't realize that he was bright red and avoiding eye contact uncharacteristically until steps are heard, and Janus pulls quickly away from Roman's loving hold. 

Patton walks by, gives a cheery hello, and continues walking. 

Janus glances towards Roman, expecting a confused or hurt look, but Roman's just smiling fondly at him, causing Janus to furrow his brows in confusion and then walk off. It was too early to deal with this stuff anyway; the fact he'd bumped into Roman and Roman had decided to give him affection was purely coincidental. 

But it wasn't. 

As Janus walks away, Roman walks the opposite way, coming across Logan sitting at the dining room table with a mug full of coffee. 

Roman dramatically plops down in the seat next to him, essentially vibrating with glee. "You were right!" he exclaims, legs kicking back and forth like a happy child, "he is flustered easily! Just a few touches had him red in the face." 

"It's probably because he was neglected affection growing up isolated from you and Patton," Logan comments, looking up to meet Roman's eyes. "And Virgil's just recently come out of his shell so I doubt he would have initiated anything back when they were consistently together." 

"Remus would have." 

Logan pauses in thought, considering that, before going "true, but Remus's touches tend to be more... violent. Sporadic. Even if he touched Janus in a way that made him feel pleased, there was no guarantee Remus would do it again." 

Roman hums in agreement, as he supposes that made sense. 

"So... we just continue to show our love for him through physical touch?" Roman then inquires, and Logan nods. 

"He's extremely touch starved, however, so his reactions may be a bit more extreme. Case and point: you merely cupping his face in the hallway." 

Lost in thought, Roman thinks about that for a bit, before sighing and going "I want to overwhelm him with love." 

And this time, he sees the faint hint of a grin on Logan's face. It's akin to that of Remus's, and Roman has the passing thought that the two of them having been spending a little too much time together, before Logan responds "we can do that." 

And they do. 

It starts with Patton gently taking Janus's hand; nothing too extreme. They're sitting on Janus's bed, Patton's calloused fingers gently rubbing over Janus's smooth ones. 

Then it's a little more than those light touches. It's Patton drawing Janus's face closer by his chin, ever so softly kissing his lips, and it's him whispering a question that Janus nods and says yes to, much to Patton's delight. 

"Roman wants to do it in his room," Patton says, as he urges Janus off the bed. "If you're okay with that."

Roman's willing to let his beautiful, silky sheets be subjected to the no doubt messy evening they're going to have? Janus buzzes with excitement and a touch of embarrassment as it sets in they're all considering this to be some sort of special occasion.

Janus lets Patton pull him towards Roman's room, suppressing the smile that so badly wants to display on his face. 

Informed with nothing more than Patton's hushed admissions of "we want to touch you" and "let us please you," Janus just about has a guess of what to expect when Patton softly opens the door to Roman's room, before ushering him inside and closing the door behind them. 

Sitting atop Roman's bed are Virgil and Roman, Virgil slouching but perking up when Janus walks in, and Roman talking his ear off, though he does pause for a moment to give Janus a sweet smile. Logan leans up against the side of the bed, hissing out annoyed "we have to wait" and "I'm going to kick you if you don't stop trying to pull my pants down" towards Remus who's on his knees in front of Logan begging. 

He, too, stops though when he sees Janus walk in, followed by a dramatic "finally!" 

Janus frowns, but he's internally amused. Had they all been waiting for him? Momentarily, he wonders what they would have done if he would have refused, before shaking his curiosity off for now. He doesn't care about that at the moment; he cares about the way everyone's eyes are on him. 

Virgil's reading his face for any sort of glimpse into Janus's mind - any potential hesitation or caution; Logan, analytical as always, observing his body language and lingering on the hold Janus had with Patton's hand; Romans a sweet gaze that's all but overjoyed at merely Janus's presence, and Remus's an intense, slightly impatient hunger that could cause him to pounce at any moment. 

Patton squeezes Janus's hand, and Janus looks over at him; Patton's eyes are filled with fond reassurance and encouragement. 

"Ready?" Patton asks, though it's more rhetorical as he leads Janus to the bed, allowing him to crawl onto it and then watching with delight as Logan takes a seat on the edge and Remus scrambles up in until he lands on his stomach in front of Janus. 

"Dibs!" Remus shouts, while lunging forward to grab Janus's hips, and had Patton not been behind him, Janus would have been knocked right off the bed. 

"Careful," Patton chastises, and Remus groans, but now that he has a sure enough hold on Janus, he doesn't seem keen on letting him go. 

Behind them, Virgil scoffs. "You can't call dibs on a real person," he states, glaring at Remus. "We all agreed we'd share him." 

Janus, seeing the opportunity to make a snide comment about them all working together, debates taking it But, he refuses the bait; he was curious as to what would happen if he let this play out. Would they all argue amongst each other? Come to a compromise? 

"I agree with Virgil," comes Logan's response. "Though, I suppose calling a certain thing to do isn't off limits." 

"I call dibs on fucking him!" 

It's Roman's turn to glare - although it's more of a pout - at Remus. "No fair!" he cries.

Janus can't help the rond smile that graces hus lips watching their childish argument, and he tucks his face into his shoulder when he feels Patton's arms squeeze him tight, before slipping away from his chest and settling on his midsection, right above where Remus's hands were planted on his waist. 

"Well, we can't do anything with Janus sitting on the edge of the bed," Patton reasons, and Remus pouts, but seems to get the message. His nails drag across Janus's waist as he pulls back. before scooting to the side of the bed in order to allow Janus room to scoot forward. 

"Just lay on your back," Patton whispers in his ear. "We'll take care of you." 

Ironic.

Janus scoots forward, hat tumbling off of his head in the process, and Virgil is giddy when he gets to swipe it off the bed. He feels a bit awkward laying on his back in front of everyone, but Roman's face is leaning over his in mere seconds, upside down, and presses his lips to Janus's. 

There's little warning, but Janus is giving ample time to react, and when Roman pulls away, the former is bright red. 

Sure, he's been kissed before, by all of them, but everyone watching while Roman kissed him so softly... so carefully. 

It was both amazing and embarrassing.

Roman's hands come to rest in Janus's hair, gently combing through it while he smiles happily. Logan, who's finally scooted closer as a result of Janus moving further op on the bed, reaches over to gently pull Janus's gloves from his hands, setting them on the nightstand before his fingers gently rub over Janus's knuckles and trace over the back of his wrist. 

Virgil's on his other side, fingers gently working underneath Janus's shirt, tracing over his stomach before thumbing circles into his love handles. 

Patton and Remus remain by his legs, with Remus already working his hands onto the waistband of Janus's pants and tugging them down, while Patton works to pull Janus's shoes off, peeling his socks away after. 

There's so much touch, most of it gentle, all of it loving in it's own respective way. 

Janus struggles to suck in a breath, overwhelmed with adoration that causes a bright red flush to spread over his face. It's so much - almost too much - and it's not like he was deprived of affection. It's just that only two of his boyfriends really enjoyed giving sweet affection, and he wasn't around them all the time. But now everyone was providing him with soft caresses and fluttering kisses, and he was convinced he might just float out of his body if it continued. 

He's pulled out of his thought by Logan lightly patting his face, and when Janus meets his eyes he goes "colour?" 

Everyone's looking at him, either amused or loving, and he's no doubt sure they saw him spacing off, still red in the face. 

Bristling with embarrassment, Janus rolls his eyes as he scoffs "green, wasn't that obvious?" in a sassy tone, but he's just met with smiles all around. 

Stupid fucking boyfriends not affected by his sarcastic tone.

Remus is on him first, to no surprise, fully pulling Janus's pants and boxers down his legs. While Janus does tense at the momentarily drastic temperature shift, he does appreciate Remus's restraint. It'd be quite a pity if his pants had been torn off of him and thus rendered unwearable. 

Logan and Roman collectively work together to get his cape off (Roman fumbling over the clasps and whining about how he can do it, only for Logan to push his hands aside and undo it first try), and then pull his shirt off over his head. 

Virgil, who had previously backed up, shoots a glance towards Janus's genitalia, flushing at the half-hard hemipenis that was there. Janus was almost tempted to tease him for it, before Patton gently kissing his calf draws his attention. 

Next to him, Remus is fumbling to get naked, and after undressing himself he pulls Patton away from Janus to undress him too. Turning his head, Janus sees Logan slowly undo his tie, before pulling his shirt over his head and folding it up before setting it aside. Glancing away, he sees Roman already shirtless, working to get his own pants off, and Virgil, sans hoodie, doing the same to his own pants, though his shirt stays on. 

After a few quick moments filled with only the sound of rumpled clothing, Patton suddenly goes "wait, he needs to be stretched first!" and Janus props himself up on his elbows to see Remus about to smear a handful of lube over the length of his cock. 

Remus whines in protest, pouting at Patton. "He doesn't need to be stretched! We literally fuck all the time!" 

"True, but he needs to be able to take both of our... ya know... at once," Patton counters.

Janus isn't sure he can turn any more red.

Remus's hands curl into fists and come down hard on the mattress, but he just wipes his lube covered hand against Patton's thigh before handing him the bottle. 

Scooting closer to Janus, Patton lifts one of Janus's legs up so that the crook of his knee is settled on the former's shoulder, and then lubes up his fingers. Turning his head to press a kiss to Janus's leg, Patton murmurs "relax, Janus. We'll take care of you; we love you." 

Janus has to close his eyes, turning his head so that half of his face presses into the mattress. Roman's hand continues to stroke his hair, soothing him when he whines as Patton's middle and pointer fingers push into his hole. 

"Relax," comes Virgil's soothing, soft hand rubbing Janus's stomach in an attempt to comfort him. His fingertips brush over the expanse of Janus's scales, before hesitantly rubbing over his nipples. Janus whines, and when he spares a glance at Virgil, Virgil pulls away, embarrassed. 

Janus smiles. 

Slowly, two more of Patton's fingers push into him. Usually, this is the extent of their stretching, and Janus's hole spreads easily around them, but then he sees Remus grabbing the lube out of the corner of his eyes. He doesn't realize what's happening until two more fingers push into him, a lot faster and a lot more sudden, and he hears Remus cackle. 

"It's faster this way," Remus insists, pushing in a third finger without much care. His scissoring is fast paced and often his fingers press right against Patton's, thrusting them in and out of Janus's ass at a fast pace. 

Janus moans and his fists curl tight into the mattress sheets, only for Logan to take one of his hands and rub it lovingly. "Remus," Janus hears Logan say, stern enough that Janus flushes with the dominance that seeped from Logan's tone. Without even needed to be reprimanded, Remus slows, setting a gentle pace like Patton with no complaint other than a whine. 

Remus pushes his final two fingers in, and with Patton's quiet instructions they thrust them in tandem, before suddenly they're pulled out together, leaving Janus without much touch and feeling weirdly empty. 

He turns his head so he can catch the way the others look at each other. Patton and Remus speak quietly, while Virgil and Logan share a look. 

Roman is the only one actively looking at him, and noticing Janus's eyes drifting towards him, Roman moves to the side, letting Janus's head rest against his thigh. His calloused hand gently runs over Janus's face and down his neck, being careful of his scales but otherwise affectionate in his caresses. 

"You look pretty," Roman murmurs, and even though it was declared all the time, right now the compliment was enough to make Janus burn internally, and he mentally curses himself for being so easily flustered. 

So, Janua just grunts in response, unable to smugly reply with an "I know," and instead glances away. Due to where his face was, turning ever so slightly would cause him to be met with Roman's cock, and Janus turns a darker red when he realizes Roman's fully hard just from watching him be fingered. Of course. 

He wonders momentarily if they all are, before he's quickly caught off guard by dual sensations on his cocks. One slick and the other firm, and he gasps as his back arches, hardly even able to compose himself enough to see who it was. 

Glancing up slightly, he sees Virgil and Logan; Virgil has his mouth against the tip of one og Janus's cocks, and his eyes are squeezed shut. Logan, however, has his hand wrapped around the base of the other one, and he's slowly pumping it up and down, staring at Janus's face. His expression, normally unreadable, looks softer, and Janus can see the bit of pink adorning Logan's pale features, no doubt flustered by Janus's extreme reaction. 

As if wanting to get in on the action, Janus feels Patton move his leg farther up his shoulder, turning him slightly onto his side, so that he and Remus can both press against his hole. With Janus's slightly new position, Logan had to adjust his so that he was sitting over by Virgil in order fo keep working his hand over Janus's cock. 

Virgil pulls away from his other one however to watch Patton and Remus push in, while Roman pets his hair to remind him to relax. 

"You're not going to push in together, right?" Janus asks, eyeing them skeptically. Remus merely grins, but Patton smiles sweetly and shakes his head. 

"Of course not," he assures, rubbing Janus's leg softly. Janus hates the pleasant feeling it courses through him. "We'll go one at a time; it'd be tear-able if the culmination of both of us pushing on immediately were to hurt you in any way." 

"Ha ha," Janus sarcastically laughs, rolling his eyes at the bad joke. Still, he bites his lip nervously.

If Patton were to push in first, there was a chance Remus's impulsivity would get the better of him and he wouldn't be able to keep himself from shoving in unexpectedly as well. Patton seems to know this, so he gently bumps his arm against Remus's, stating "well? Go ahead." 

Remus grins happily, and wastes no time setting a supporting hand against Janus's leg and another against his waist, moving almost sporadically before he thrusts into Janus, quick and deep. Luckily, they seemed to have applied lube while Janus was distracted, and the stretching allowed Remus's cock to enter with ease. 

His sudden thrust causes Janus to jolt, moaning at the forceful intrusion. 

"Be gentle, asshole!" Virgil hisses, as Janus's cock rock with the force of Remus's movements. With it moving so much, Virgil couldn't put in his mouth, and he bristles as Remus sticks his tongue out. Luckily, though, Remus stops momentarily. 

Uttering something under his breath - probably directed at Remus - Virgil leams forward and takes the head of Janus's cock back into his mouth. Next to him, Logan moves his hand faster up and down Janus's cock, thumbing over his slit before using the precum to slide his hand back to the base. 

With all of the sudden pleasure, Janus moans again, and goes to hide his face in Roman's thigh, before his eyes land on Roman's hard cock. 

Roman still hasn't touched it - refused to pleasure himself - and Janus found himself gasping out "Roman?" before he could even figure out what he was trying to ask. Roman just flushes as he meets his eyes, before going "do you... you wouldn't want..." stammering over his words. 

It's Janus who has to make the first move, although Janus is used to that when it comes to Roman, as he reaches over and grabs Roman's cock. Roman whines, but otherwise doesn't stop him, as Janus brings the tip to his mouth, sucking on it teasingly. 

If they were going to be so nice to him, he might as well return the favor. 

He takes Roman deeper into his mouth, spurred on by Roman gripping his hair firmly due to the pleasure, moaning "good boy," out of habit, before going "relax. Just focus on the pleasure; relax." 

Momentarily confused, Janus goes to pull off Roman's cock and ask what he means, before he feels something else pushing into his hole. 

Sobbing out a moan, Janus squeezes his eyes shut out of pleasure, while Roman pets his hair. Virgil's hand is on his stomach, rubbing it gently as his own mouth works over one of Janus's cocks, and Logan provides no initial comfort but the pleasure brought on by Logan rubbing his cock and Janus's cock together supposedly sufficed. 

"Good job, Janus," Patton coos, at the same time Remus grits out "not even surprised you could easily take both of us!" Patton shushed him before Remus can sling any degrading words Janus's way, but they're implied. 

Patton's thrusts are comparably slow, but feeling the stretch in his ass makes him moan, choking as Roman urges his head down his cock. Tears prick his eyes as the pleasure becomes almost overwhelming, everyone paying such rapt attention to pleasing him. Patton presses gentle kisses against his leg while he thrusts, Remus gripping his hips hard just to give him more power with his thrusts, and Virgil and Logan are playing with his cocks as if they're just as desperate to have him as he is to have them. 

Roman lets out an embarrassingly high moan as Janus's throat finally reaches the base of his cock, nose pressed against his pelvis. Similarly, he feels Virgil's throat constrict in a gag as he gets the entirity of Janus's cock down, moans sendong vibrations through his body and causing Janus to moan in response. 

He hears Logan's grunts as he thrusts into his fist, using his hand to hold his and Janus's cocks together. The constant friction is nice for both of them; of course Logan would make sure they're both being fairly pleasured. 

As if working together, both Patton and Remus's cocks drive into his prostate, and Janus gargles and pathetic moan around Romans cock, hands desperately gripping Roman's thighs. Roman groans in response, resisting the urge to tug Janus's hair. 

"Doing so good for us, Janus," Roman praises, through his noises of pleasure. Letting out an affirmative moan, Patton also praises "you feel so good." 

Both Virgil and Logan both moan in response, Virgil's throat clenching around one of Janus's cocks before Janus feels something moist splatter against his lower abdomen. He doesn't have to look to see that Virgil's come. Despite that, he doesn't pull off of Janus's cock, continuing to suck Janus's cock, tongue shyly licking the underside before Virgil focuses his efforts on tonguing Janus's slit. 

Roman's the next to come, pulling out of Janus's mouth before suddenly coming over his hand and the bedsheets with a loud moan. 

"You guys can't even wait for Janus to finish first?" comes Logan's response, glancing between Virgil and Roman, though it's clear by the way his own hand is tangled in the bed sheets and him switching between rolling his hips fast and then moving slowly. 

Roman replies with a heartfelt apology. "I couldn't help myself," hw whines, petting Janus's hair. "He felt so good..." 

Janus quietly trills at the phrase, before moaning loudly again as the two in his ass thrust harder, as if determined to bring him to an orgasm. 

"Don't you wanna be even better for us, Janus?" Patton asks, although he planta assuring kisses to Janus's thigh. "Go on and come. You've done so good, you do so good all the time, but it's okay to just relax and and let us please you. It's okay to release." 

And Janus does. 

He comes with a shaky cry, fingers digging into the mattress. He hears Virgil choke on his come abd pull away coughing, followed by Logan groaning and more come splattering against Janus's front. 

"I'm so close, Janus," Patton assures him, as Janus keens in overstimulation. Gently squeezing and rubbing Janus's thigh. 

Remus is close too, though he doesn't announce it, merely thrusting hard into Janus's ass before coming deep inside of him, grinning at the mewl that spills from Janus's mouth. 

The feeling of thrusting into moist heat and a newfound pool of come within Janus is what finally drives Patton over the edge, and with a soft moan he spills inside of Janus, pulling out seconds later to avoid overstimulating him further. 

Janus pants hard, forcing himself to try and take deep breaths, as Roman leans down to kiss his forehead. "C'mon, love," Roman urges. "We gotta get you cleaned up How does a nice, hot, jet bath sound?" 

And Janus smiles, as he answers "it sounds great."

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"Fondue."

"Fondue?"

"Fon-do you wanna do this to me?"

"I fon-don't." Logan's unamused as he responds to Remus's horrible pun with his own play on words, raising his eyebrow skeptically as he pushes his glasses up. Despite the bit of banter, what they were discussing has already been fon-decided. 

"I'm starting to have regrets regarding the... sanitary aspects of this," Logan then adds, peering down at a tiny, shrunken Remus, who sat atop the prongs of a fork, waiting to be lifted. Despite Logan's words, Remus knew he'd already made up his mind on going through with this. 

Remus loved moments like this, where Logan's curiosity resulted in extra weird, and weirdly sexual, experimentation that Remus was always more tham happy to partake in. 

After having summoned a chocolate fondue fountain, Remus was more than happy to shrink and strip himself down, initially encouraging Logan to just pick him up by stabbing him with the fork, but Logan refused that, expressing that he his blood would tainy the taste of the chocolate (though that statement earned a fair bit of pouting). 

"It's not like this is going to give you any negative health problems," Remus counters, frowning. "We're imaginary. I'm not gonna die, you're not gonna die; neither of us are gonna die. We're going to have fun, and it's going to be painful and pleasurable..." Remus runs his hands over his own body, in an attempt to entice Logan into hurrying up. 

Logan looks disinterested, but Remus can see the gleam of interest in his eyes, and he can't hide the grin that comes to his face when Logan sighs and goes "okay, Remus," sounding more like he's berating himself for participating than he's fueling Remus's weird kinks. 

Carefully, Logan picks up the fork Remus is laying on, holding it steady as he brings the tiny man to the fondue fountain. 

"Close your mouth," Logan reminds him. "If you want the chocolate to perfectly encapsulate you, you have to make sure your mouth is included." 

"But I wanted to eat some!"

"Too bad." A bit of playfulness comes through in Logan's voice as he speaks. "The chocolate's for me, not for you." 

Remus pouts, but closes his mouth regardless, pressing his lips tightly together. Seeing this, Logan finally brings the fork under the chocolate, moving it back and forth a few times, before the fork is being slid out from underneath Remus and he lays flat on a solid surface - what he suspects is a plate. 

While the chocolate's still wet, he adjusts his position slightly, stretching his body out so that he's laying lewdly straight, arns stretched above his head to show off his chest, legs, and of course his pathetic little cock. 

He tries to hold that pose for as long as possible, and after a few seconds he can already feel it start to harden. Logan watches, mostly curious, as the dark, shiny chocolate eventually hardens into a lighter brown, and after carefully dragging the side of the fork along the mass, Logan's pleased to find its fully hardened. 

Angling the fork, Logan initially tries to scoop it up like he had previously, and though Remus teeters a bit, he's small enough to avoid having too much mass on one side, and thus stays. 

First and foremost, Logan tastes a little bit first, bringing the fork up to his lips to slide Remus's feet into his mouth, sucking on the chocolate encasing them. Normally, Logan isn't a big fan of sweeter stuff, but he supposed this isn't too bad. With just a little bit of sucking, the bits of chocolate around Remus's soles are licked away, and Logan feels him wiggle his toes and promptly pulls him out. 

Resting back on the fork, Logan can now see Remus's foot bouncing, and he can guess that it's excited energy that Remus needs to release. 

Logan can't help but smile. 

As he licks his lips, he gets the taste of a little bit more chocolate that had melted due to the heat of his breath. Well, with some already melted anyway, he might as well just eat the rest. 

Sliding Remus into his mouth is a little awkward, but he manages to get him to properly rest on his tongue, and slides the fork out before closing his lips, trapping Remus in humid heat that slowly starts to melt down the milk chocolate. 

He tries to avoid swallowing as often as possible, opting instead to simply lick over the hard figure and let a mixture or chocolate and saliva pool in his mouth, before swallowing once, though he makes careful sure Remus isn't sent down just yet. 

Once he tastes a warmer surface, Logan slows down his licking, attempting to draw out the fun. He can feel the steady rise and fall of Remus's chest, as well as one of his legs which is rubbing against his tongue. 

Attempting to focus his tongue on Remus's upper body, he's finally met with a loud moan that, even despite sounding muffled, definitely came from Remus. Having finally licked his face free, it seemed, Remus wasted no time shoving his head into Logan's tongue, eventually even being able to rut his hips against the muscle. 

Finally rolling him around, Logan sucks with a little less care now, occasionally tonguing between Remus's legs and listening to the pathetic noises that emit from him. 

Inside his mouth, Remus was sweating, and overly pleased. He had some chocolate still dripping off of him, but after not initially being able to move, this was welcome. He humps pathetically against Logan's tongue, muttering curses when it moves and rolls him around, only yo spread his legs pathetically and keep his lips parted as he's pinned to the roof of Logan's mouth, the tip of Logan's tongue pressing down hard as it slides over his body. 

Then, it settles back to it's original position, leaving Remus to fall flat onto the squishy surface. He lays there, panting, and goes to move his hips once more, before Logan's tilting his head back. 

Fuck.... Remus forgot he had asked for this part. 

Remus doesn't keep himself from sliding backwards, instead aiding in the incline as he scoots himself closer to Logan's throat. He peers down at the dark hole waiting for him, and before Logan can swallow, Remus starts stroking himself fast using Logan's excess spit as lube. 

Maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to come against Logan's tongue at least once before he's sent downwards- 

A rush of spit hits him as he's pulled further back, head starting to dip down into Logan's throat. Moaning, Remus's feet rub uselessly against Logan's tongue, attempting fruitlessly to try and stay in Logan's mouth a little bit longer. 

Logan swallows again, and this time Remus is pushed down his throat, tight, wet muscle pushing against his face and upper torso. With gravity now working on him, he can feel his body slipping slowly downwards, and with one final gulp, Remus's full body is pushed into Logan's throat. His cock drags along the side, and Remus attempts to squirm to gain more friction, though it doesn't do him much good. 

That is, until, his head emerges from a valve, and though it's dark, he knows where he is. 

His fall is sudden, and he lands in a disgusting pool of liquid. Already, there's a slight tingling over his body as the acid in Logan's stomach starta to eat at his skin. The process is slow, but Remus is still sure he has to make this quick or he might not get to come. 

Balancing himself against one of the slippery inner walls of Logan's stomach, Remus manages to raise himself to a stand. The acid comes to right above his knees, and the tingling turns into a light stabbing as it eats away at his calves. Remus moans at the pain (which he knows is nowhere near as bad as the real thing must be - one disappointment that Logan probably wanted to lessen the pain), as he quickly works to stroke his cock. He uses any fluid he can to make his hand work faster, and finds himself crying out in ecstasy as the stabbing pain begins to work through his own cock. 

He watches, delighted, as he slowly sinks down, and a deep red begins to mix in and add to the contents of logan stomach. He tries, desperately, to keep his cock above the acid, stroking fast. His hand is dripping a mixture of precum, acid, and his own melted flesh, and so he switches hands, using the other to rub Logan's fluids over himself. 

He's internally pleading as heat starts to pool in his stomach, and with his balls and lower shaft dipping into the contents of Logan's stomach, Remus comes, with a loud moan of Logan's name. He works himself through his orgasm for as long as he can, vision blurring, before he lets himself fall to his knees and into the acid. 

There's darkness for a moment, before a groan hits his ears. Blinking, Remus realizes he's back on the desk. Naked, but fully dry.  Makes sense; he can't die, he's imaginary, but it means he was met with the pleasant sight of Logan touching himself. 

Unfortunately, his clothes are still on, but Logan did opt to pull his cock out and was stroking it with one hand, while the other rested on his stomach. 

Remus uncharacteristically flushes at the fact Logan was probably getting off to the feeling of Remus squirming inside of him, and that thought excites him more than he would have expected. 

Settling back onto Logan's smooth desk, Remus unashamedly lets his legs spread and gets off to Logan's movements, shivers coursing through his body at each little moan and whine that slips past Logan's lips. His eyes are closed, but his brows are furrowed, focused on pleasing himself. 

Logan comes moments later with a low groan, pumping himself through his orgasm, before he sighs and leans back in his chair, finally allowing his eyes to peak open. 

He notices Remus immediately. 

"Oh," comes Logan's response, while Remus's hand speeds up now that Logan's watching. He loves to put on a show, afterall. Logan looks unfazed, though, and instead just easily knocks Remus's hand away with a singular finger, picking him up shortly afterwards. 

He opens his mouth, and lets his tongue out, before Remus is gently shoved against the slick surface. Pleased, Remus attempts to grip the muscle with his hands, as he sloppily grinds against it, humping and rolling his hips in an attempt to gain aby pleasure that he possibly could. 

Logan's eyes on him please him all the more, as does the heat radiating from Logan's mouth. Remus sweats as he works, before just completely leaning his body into Logan's tongue, moaning as his cock rubs between his stomach and the muscle. 

He's frantic in his movements, and he has no shame moaning at the feeling of his cock gliding over Logan's tongue. It was like a bigger, wetter blowjob, and Remus loved it. 

He comes hard, and then is promptly (and unfortunately) pulled away from Logan's tongue, and laid back down on the desk. Remus watches intently as Logan brings his tongue back into his mouth, swallowing the tiny splatter of come. After that, he stands up, and leaves, coming back moments later with a soft washrag. He wipes Remus down carefully, and then leaves him bundled up on the desk. 

"Grow back to normal, if you want," Logan states, as he changes his messy clothes. "Or don't; I don't care." He puts on normal pajamas, and moves the rag with Remus still in it to his nightstand. Obviously, he expects Remus to choose the latter, and obviously he's right, and he lays down, back to Remus, without so much as a small pat on the head or goodnight proclamation. 

But Remus doesn't need that, as instead, wrapped up in the washrag, is a piece of chocolate, seemingly meant as compensation for denying Remus some earlier. Peeking a glance at Logan's figure, Remus smiles, and mumbles under his breath a quiet "thank you," before digging in.

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Logan struggles with his hands tied behind his back, wrapped with his very own tie,more so out of habit than any sort of disinterest. He's used to being restrained, and he's used to being beneath Remus, but right now Remus was ignoring him, so Logan decides he might as well fiddle with the binds keeping him secure. 

If he really wanted to, he was sure he could easily get himself out of them, but he didn't want that. They were less for keeping Logan restrained, and more to keep him from instinctively trying to protect himself. 

Because he wanted to feel the full force of pain without worrying about accidentally hurting himself in the process. 

Of course, this was a practiced thing between them, but Logan always felt the same, familiar buzz of excitement and anticipation as he always did when Remus pulls out a handful of items. Logan attempts to peer at them from the bed, though Remus brings them over anyway, and dumps them in front of him. 

He leans forward to see what they are, before Remus's hand roughly pushes him backwards onto the mattress. He wiggles with his arms pinned behind him, uttering "rude," before Remus comes to help him. 

He undoes the tie keeping Logan's wrists together, and instead repositions his hands to be against the headboard instead, securing them there. That way, Logan could lie on his back.

"You should have done this in the first place," Logan comments, a bit of snarkiness seeping through his voice. It's clear he was trying to get a reaction. 

However, in response, Remus just reaches forward and plucks Logan's glasses from his face, tossing them carelessly onto the night stand afterwards. 

That earns a pout from Logan, as he's rendered unable to see anything but messy shapes as Remus's figure moves around in front of him. He's tempted to speak up about it, and whine that now he won't be able to know what Remus is doing, but after his sight's taken away, the next ti go is his ability to speak, and he'd rather freely express his enjoyment than be forced to moan around a ball gag. 

In front of him, he watches Remus pick up something metal, and he immediately knows what it is. His legs are lifted and bent uncomfortably towards him. He honestly should be more flexible with how often they do this, but then a metal clamp just big enough to go around Logan's thigh is shut, while another is clamped on the other side. A wide bar keeps his legs spread apart, and attached to the bar is a stiff cord with a hook, that Remus then attaches to the headboard, keeping Logan's spread legs pushed uncomfortably back, with his ass, cock, and balls on clear display for Remus.

"Perfect," Remus states, before delivering a harsh slap to Logan's ass. It's a mere caress, compared to what Logan knows is coming next, but it's still hard enough to make him jolt and yelp, before frowning as Remus snickers. 

He hears Remus move some of the toys around, before Logan sees a blurry ring be held up. 

"Can you tell what this is?" Remus asks, twirling it around his fingers. He's well aware of the fact that Logan can see the shape, and Logan knows he wants a reaction. 

So he gives him one. 

Whining, Logan responds "c'mon, I didn't do anything to deserve that! And punishments without reasoning only work to reinforce-" Remus cuts him off with another harsh slap, this one more on his upper thigh, and Logan bites back a whimper at the painful stinging, though a pained cry does slip past his lips. 

After a moment of waiting for, almost anticipating Logan to say something else, Remus repeats "do you know what this is?" 

"Yes," comes Logan's shaky response. 

"What is it?" 

"A cock ring." 

Remus grins, as he runs the cool metal over Logan's half-hard cock. He drags it along the outside, before rubbing it over Logan's slit, and Logan gasps and resists the urge to buck up into it. 

He hears Remus let out an amused chuckle, before Logan's cock is being held straight with one hand, and Remus's other is being used to force the cock ring down. 

Logan whines as it's pushed, before urged further down his shaft, squeezing his poor cock until it reaches the base, a constricted feeling already building. But he knows it's nothing compared to what he's sure will come later. 

Remus pulls back to look at it, humming in consideration, before suddenly a harsh slap is dealt to Logan's cock. Logan cries out in pain, back arching off the bed at the contact He tries to close his legs - to press his thighs together - in a desperate attempt to prevent any further pain from coming to him. Even though he didn't really want that. 

The spreader bar halts his attempts though, and instead Remus just watches as Logan's thighs flex before relaxing again, and as Logan's bright red cock seems to twitch. 

Amused, Remus coos "what a painslut. You love being hit, huh? I bet you wouldn't even complain if I were to toss your pathetic body onto the ground and stomp on your dumb little cock, huh?" To emphasize his words, Remus smacks Logan's cock again, a lot harder this time. Again, Logan jolts, this time letting out a pained sob, heavy breathing accompanied the sound of the rope pulling against the headboard. 

But Remus just hots him again. "God, what are you? Stupid? I expect an answer." 

"No!" Logan immediately responds, bracing in expectation of another hit. "No, I wouldn't complain. I'd love it, I'd love it so much!" He cringes at the admission of his own feelings, but he speaks the truth. If Remus wanted to crush his balla underneath the soles of his heavy platform boots, Logan might legitimately thank him. 

Remus grins at the declaration, before reaching behind him again, this time, holding up a flogger. He runs the thin, leather tendrils over Logan's stomach, tickling the skin with the light touches. 

"What about this? Do you know what this is?" Remus asks, gently moving the item down Logan's stomach and letting it lightly drag over Logan's cock. 

"It's -" Logan gasps, unable to keep himself from tensing as he thinks about where the first hit will be delivered, "it's a flogger." 

"Good boy. Do you know what floggers do?"

Logan feels his eye twitch in momentary irritation, and he avoids the urge to tell Remus that he obviously knows what a flogger does, instead settling on saying "yes."

Remus hums. "What do they do?" 

"They-" Logan swallows the spit in his mouth, but he forces himself to continue. "They hit, and they sting..Depending on the type of flogger and the cut of the tassels, they can also draw blood." 

"I like the sound of that," Remus responds, grin widening as he pulls back his arm and suddenly flicks the flogger out across Logan's inner thigh. Logan jolts, crying in pain now, as his thigh burns with the sting of the toy. He doesn't have to look in order to know little drops of blood are spilling from the wound, and even without his glasses Logan can see the bright red lines already showing bright against his pale skin. 

He hits Logan's thigh again, before hitting the other one hard, and then thumbing over the welts in order to smear blood over the expanse of fat on Logan's thighs. 

He then lightly drags the tassels over Logan's cock, and Logan lets out a pleading hiccup He knows this one is going to hurt. He knows it's going to hurt bad, and he can't help the way his toes curl as Remus teases his shaft with the leather tendrils.

He expects it, but he's by no means prepared, and when his cock is swiftly whipped by the flogger, all he can do is tug pathetically against the headboard as he sobs. His hands curl into fists, blunt nails indenting his palms, as his body trembles. 

"Remus, please," Logan begs, although he's unsure of what he's begging for. Pleasure? Relief? He'd guess it was for the pain to stop, but ultimately he wanted it to keep going. He wanted to be battered and bruised, and fucked within a metaphorical inch of his life. 

Smacking his thigh a few times, meant to be a harsher version of a loving pat, Remus goes "what? What do you want? Do you want that ring off your pathetic excuse of a cock?"

"Yes," Logan moans in response. 

"Do you want me to crush your dumb little balls while I fuck you hard?" 

"Yes, please!" 

"Oh yeah, you'd love that," Remus coos. "You're a fucking painslut, Logan. You're pathetic. I'd call you disgusting, but I suppose I fuel it, huh?" Remus's hand comes to tightly grab Logan's shaft, stroking it roughly. With his other hand, he tosses away the flogger, and then grabs Logan's balls, squeezing hard enough to earn a gutteral cry, Logan's back arching off the bed. He exclaims a curse as Remus's hand tenses and flexes, rolling Logan's skin carelessly in his hand. 

He seems delighted by the way Logan's legs jerk in a desperate attempt to close and protect his most sensitive area, and in the way that his hips buck despite the awkward angle, wanting and craving further attention. 

"You love this, don't you?" Remus muses, tugging slightly on Logan's sack. He pulls it away from Logan's body enough for Logan to react with a pathetic whine, before letting go of them and letting them fall back to where they were. 

Upon receiving no answer From Logan again - who's too busy trying to calm his stuttered breaths to realize there was a question - Remus stops stroking Logan's cock, and delivers a harsh backhand to it instead. 

Logan let's out another pitiful cry, before shakily saying "yes, I love this," though it sounds more like a cry than an enthusiastic admission. How cute. 

Reaching behind him again, Remus holds two things behind his back. "Logan," Remus sings, a delightfully sadistic hint to his voice. "In one of these hands, I have lube. Choose it, and I'll let you come while I fuck you. In the other, well.... You might just end up getting a shock out of it. And you might end up coming untouched. If I let you come at all, that is." 

Logan knows this is rigged. He knows that no matter what he says, Remus is going to chose whatever he wants to do. Logan isn't sure what he'd prefer right now anyway. 

"The left," Logan says, weakly, and can only hope that whatever Remus decides is more fun involves him getting to come. He despises the cock ring, and Remus making him wear it was just an extra form of torture. 

Giddy, Remus holds up a small little box with knobs and dials, with two long wires with clips at the end attached to it. 

"Yay! You picked electrocution," Remus exclaims, quickly moving closer between Logan's legs. "I didn't even have to switch hands! It's almost like you wanted me to shock your pathetic balls."

Logan moans at just the idea, even though he admittedly ends up letting out pained noises as the clamps are clipped to the skin on his balls. It hurts, and he tears up, only for Remus to laugh at him. 

"Aw, does it hurt?" Remus teases, as he slaps Logan's cock again. "Well, you haven't felt anything yet." 

There's a cute beep as Remus flips the small little box on, before Logan watches him turn the dial. And keep turning it. All the way until it won't turn anymore. 

"You dont mind if we start at the highest voltage, do you?" Remus asks, blinking his eyelashes innocently. "I just want to make sure you properly feel everything, just like I know you want. It's hardly even that high! I should have gotten once that went higher." 

Logan's breathing speeds up, trembling in excitement. "Remus-" he begins, before Remus's eyes darken with malice as he presses the button, cutting Logan off. Logan screams - a beautiful sound - body tugging hard against the ropes as he spasms. When Remus releases the button seconds later, Logan falls to the mattress panting. Tears stream down his face, and his cock is straining against the ring. 

"Fuck- Remus- fuck." Logan's voice quakes. "Please, please, please." He's babbling desperate phrases, hoping to get his pleas across before Remus decides to shock him again. 

"Does the desperate painslut want something?" Remus mocks, patting Logan's thigh dismissively. "Well, he's got to be clearer than that, otherwise I won't know what he's talking about." 

The buttons pressed again, right as Remus's fingers slip away from Logan's body, and Logan screams again, sobbing as the shock courses through his balls and up his cock, causing sudden and forceful pain throughout his entire body. His head falls back tiredly as he cries, uttering "please," helplessly. His eyes are squeezed shut but tears still slip through them, 

"Please what?" Remus responds, sounding smug. 

"Please take the ring off," Logan begs, hips bucking. "I need to come, Remus. Please, just take the ring off." His throat sounds coarse, but desperate, like he expects Remus to deny him, and Remus actually considers doing so. 

But, then he shrugs. "Okay. I'll take the ring off." 

Logan gasps as Remus's hand comes to his cock, stroking it teasingly, before it dips to the base and grabs onto the ring, slowly sliding it upwards, until it's worked off of Logan. It's carelessly tossed to the side as Remus ghosts his fingertips over the shaft. 

And then he presses the button once more, electrocuting Logan for the final time, and Logan cries out in agony as he comes untouched, making a mess of himself. His thighs shake, and Remus doesn't release the button until he's sure every drop has spilled from Logan's cock. 

When Remus releases it, Logan falls onto the bed without resistance, letting his limp body rest against the mattress. His breaths are shaky as he tries to reel in his sobs, only to yelp as Remus smacks his ass. 

"Remus!" he groans out, and Remus laughs, but doesn't apologize. Instead, he works to get Logan completely untied, and the clips gently taken off of him. Remus wipes Logan down carefully with his shirt, being extra gentle around his genitals, before cuddling into Logan from behind. 

"Have fun?" Remus murmurs, into Logan's ear, and it sounds more like a teasing statement than a question. Logan hums in response, too tired and ache-y to really come up with something thought out anyway. He just turns and relaxes into Remus's possessive hold, trying to avoid the buzz that runs through him when Remus adds "I have so many more ideas on what to do next time." 

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"You're not even going to help?" Janus asks, sounding mostly annoyed, but otherwise unsurprised. Remy's pants have been tugged halfway down his thighs, but the latter hasn't helped at all in getting them off. 

In fact, he's stayed laying back on the bed, not even bothering to lift his hips to allow Janus a better position to get the jeans off. 

"Nah, you've got it," Remy responds, disinterested. "If you don't, we can always do this another time."

"You love to procrastinate."

At this Remy feigns offense, putting a hand over his heart. "That's not true! But if you want to top so bad, you should be able to do all the things a top should do, and, well, if I were you, I'd be pretty ashamed to admit a pair of jeans were stopping me." 

Janus frowns, dramatic and somewhat offended, meanwhile Remy makes eye contact with him and grins. 

"This isn't all about you, you pillow princess," Janus bristles, with a scoff. 

But his words only make Remy snort. "Everything's about me. If this wasn't about me, I wouldn't be here." He's grinning like the smug, know-it-all he is, and Janus resists the urge to slap it off of his face. Instead, he finally gets Remy's thighs up, and manages to pull the pants and boxers off of them, tossing them to the ground with a little too much force. 

Remy notices it and snickers, before falling back against the pillows with his hands behind his head. He spreads his legs apart, which is the most effort he's put into this entire ordeal, before grinning at Janus. 

"Well? Aren't you going to hurry?" Remy asks, more so just to get a rise out of Janua than anything. Janus rolls his eyes in response, tugging his gloves off and grabbing a bottle of lube from the bedside drawer. 

"Shush," is all Janus states, brows furrowed as he pours lube onto his fingers. "If you keep yapping, I'll refrain from giving you any pleasure at all."

"Oooo, I'm so scared." 

Shoving his fingers roughly into Remy, Janus grits out "watch it," only for Remy to grin in response. 

"You're hot when you're angry," Remy muses, groaning as Janus's fingers push deeper into him. "Is that why the others always rile you up? Do they get off on you snapping at them?" 

Janus doesn't entertain Remy's thoughts, instead pushing another finger in, and pushing them deeper into Remy. He thrusts them a few times, less focused on stretching Remy out and more so on pleasuring him now, and grins when Remy suddenly jolts and moans, arching his back off the bed. 

"Fuck, babe," Remy whines, manicured hands digging into the mattress. "Do that again." 

"Are you asking me, or telling me?" comes Janus's snarky response, before he shoves his fingers against Remy's prostate again, earning another pathetic cry. Admittedly, that makes Janus grin. At the very least, if he couldn't make Remy listen to him, he could make him writhe in pleasure. 

Remy pants as soon as he's given the opportunity to catch his breath, before stating "telling you. I know what I like." 

Janus grins and pulls his fingers out. "And I know how to torture you," he quips, playfully smug with his words. He wipes his fingers on the sheets, smirking at the way Remy immediately starts protesting. 

"Right when you were finally starting to make me feel good," Remy chastises. "Honestly, babe, I'd be better off alone right about now."

"Are you implying you want me to leave?"

"I'm implying that I'm not a patient person." Remy huffs, arms crossed over his chest displaying a cute contrast to his spread legs. He was quite dramatic for someone normally so lazy. 

Amused, Janus only bothers to undo the top of his pants, shoving then just enough to pull his cocks out. 

"Will you be able to take both?" Janus mocks, feigning concern. "God forbid I tear that pretty little hole of yours!" Despite asking, Janus is already grabbing the lube and pouring a surplus amount onto his hand. He then uses it to stroke both of his cocks to full hardness, 

It's Remy's turn to frown, propping himself up on his elbows. "Of course I can take both," he replies, seeming offended by the question. "Not all of us are oversensitive bottoms."

"Ouch, I'm so offended." Janus again dramatically pouts, before scooting closer. He has one hand on one of Remy's thighs, lifting it up so that the other hand can guide his cocks to Remy's hole. 

"You should be, babe," Remy responds, watching, interested, as the tips of Janus's cocks press against his hole. 

Deciding to be nice, Janus only pushes one in for now, but as the other drags along Remy's cock, a moan emerges from the bottom's mouth. Remy slumps back onto the pillows, hair disheveled from how much he's been turning his head. His jacket is partially off his shoulder, and tee shirt partially pushed up his stomach.  

Janus has no problem leaning down to pull the fabric further up with his teeth, before his forked tongue drags over the skin. 

"What would you do if I bit you?" Janus asks, a playful edge to his voice. "I could inject you with venom. Puncture you with my fangs." 

"I'd kick your ass."

Grinning, Janus thrusts fully into Remy, one of his cocks nestled comfortably inside the wet heat, while the other drags across Remy's leaking one. 

"Kick my ass?" Janus repeats, musing at Remy's pleased expression. "You can't even get out of bed. You're just a dumb little pillow princess, huh? You want me to do everything for you." Remy whines at the words, turning to tuck his face into a pillow. 

But Janus won't be taking any of that. 

Tutting, Janus grabs Remy by the chin, and turns the latter's face back towards him. "Come, now. We'll be having none of that." He leans in to press a teasing kiss to Remy's jaw, before rolling his hips, barely stimulating the man below him. "Admit it. Admit you're a pillow princess who wants my cocks so desperately." 

"No," Remy responds, though it's an embarrassed statement rather than an angry one. There we go, now Janus has rattled his ego. And all it took was a touch of humiliation! 

Slowing the minimal friction he was providing, Janus leans down to speak into Remy's ear. "Say it," he whispers, thumb trailing over Remy's lips. "There's nothing wrong admitting the truth." Janus's hand moves away from Remy's lips, and instead down his chest, towards his cock, where Janus just barely ghosts his fingertips over the shaft. "If you don't, well, I don't think I'll know exactly how to please you. After all, if you're not a pillow princess, you'd sure be willing to bounce on my cocks by yourself, wouldn't you?" 

Remy merely groans at the idea of physical exertion. He just wanted to lay back and let Janus do all of the work for him, which is exactly what Janus wanted him to admit. Just in more embarrassing terms. 

Whining, Remy's silent aside from a few upset noises, before finally he mutters something incoherent. 

"What was that?" Janus asks, teasing. "I couldn't hear you. Mind repeating yourself for me?"

Remy huffs, turning his face back towards Janus. His nose is scrunched up in clear distaste, but still, he opens his mouth to grit out "I'm a pillow princess."

"And?"

Remy has to shut his eyes, whining "and I want your cocks. Please, Janus." 

Janus? Not "babe?" How cute that he was already so desperate. As Janus's hands plant themselves on Remy's hips to steady him, he tries not to let the thrill of kicking Remy down a peg infect his ego. Though, he has to admit he likes Remy more when he's not a sassy bitch. There's only room for one of those around here, and it's him. 

Janus slides his cock out, before positioning the other at his hole, pushing them both in at once. Remy cries out at the stretch, arms reaching back to grab the headboard in order to obtain any sort of support, as Janus moans at the heat surrounding his cocks. 

Expecting Remy to whine out some sort of harsh plea for Janus to hurry up, he's surprised when instead he just gets a pathetic whimper and Remy attempting to roll his hips and fuck himself back of Janus's cocks, impatient as always. 

Rolling his eyes, Janus grins at the desperation, before pulling out and thrusting back into Remy, setting a slow, steady pace. Despite the urge to fuck into Remy roughly, taking things slow was more his speed, cocks dragging along Remy's inner walls before cramming together as he pushes back in, each push earning louder and louder moans from Remy. 

"Go faster," the bottom insists, through his pathetic whines, narrowing his eyes as if challenging Janus not to listen. 

But, whether it be because of his own waning patience or his desire, Janus doesn't bother arguing, or even sparing a teasing comment, as he instead speeds up per Remy's request. 

Janus's nails dig into Remy's thighs, squeezing tight as he thrusts faster into Remy's body. He grins when Remy's hands suddenly find and squeeze Janus's shoulders, crying out in pleasure. His thighs tremble from where Janus is holding them, as he pleads "right there, babe! Right there!" 

His head falls back onto the pillows, eyes rolling back into his head, and mocha-coloured hair splayed messily atop the sheets. Sweat rolls down his head due to the heat radiating from their sex, and his gasps get more and more high pitched with each hit to his prostate. 

Even though Remy doesn't announce it, Janus can tell when Remy's getting close. His moans get more frequent, and his nails dig into Janus's shoulders.

Deciding to be nice, Janus brings a hand to Remy's cock, stroking it in tune with his thrusts.

Remy should be lucky Janus is so willing to please him despite Remy's resistance to help out at all, and Remy moans out a slew of backhanded insults and pleas before coming suddenly over Janus's hand, back arching off the bed as he lets out a groan. 

He then lays there, letting out pants and pathetic whines as Janus keeps thrusting, whimpering out a "hurry up, I finished forever ago," right before Janus thrusts hard into him and comes as well, Remy cringing at the feeling. 

What follows after is a mixture of heavy breathing and lazy lounging, before Remy insists on a shower, and Janus, feeling equally as gross being covered in sweat, resigns to carrying Remy to the bathroom in exchange for the other not speaking a word for the rest of the night. All-in-all, a win-win situation. 

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A tap on Logan's window would go ignored if it had happened a month ago. He would have described it as being the trees, or a harsh wind flicking pebbles at the glass. Sometimes even the occasional bird, if the sound was loud enough. 

But this was more of a soft knock, and one Logan wouldn't have heard if he hadn't been listening for it. And at this point in time, he learned that he should more often than not go and check what was tapping against his windows, as there was always the possibility a friend, sick from the unforgivingly weather, could be out there, and need a place to stay. 

Or, merely, a friend could be looking for some company. As he was in this situation. 

Logan bookmarks his page and gently closes the cover of his novel, standing up shortly after. His chair sounds awfully loud as it echos throughout the otherwise silent house, but following the noise comes a feeling of serenity. 

Golden streams shine in through his kitchen window, illuminating flecks of dust that dance in the air, though a shadow blocks out a small section of the beam. 

Standing on Logan's outer windowsill is a small creature, akin to that of a human, but with one major difference (aside from the size, of course). This tiny creature had gorgeous, and sparkling wings; thin, but still seemingly bulky enough to support the creature's weight. 

Logan carefully lifts up the window, allowing in both a slight breeze and the small fairy. 

"Hello, Patton," Logan greets him, turning away from the window. Despite the threat of pesky bugs, Logan would rather avoid Patton feeling trapped. Access to the outside was always available. 

Patton smiles, before his feet plant themselves on the table Logan was just sitting it. He looks over at Logan's book, leaning to see the title, before motioning his head towards it to inquire about it. While, normally, Logan would love the invitation to speak about something he was currently interested in, he knew Patton was just doing it to be polite, and he was here for something much different. 

So, instead, as he takes his seat, Logan murmurs "you aren't really curious about the book," as he lets his fingertips graze across the surface of the table, watching with a mixture of interest and glee as Patton's tiny face moves to follow their motions. 

It was amusing, to some degree, that Patton was just as interested in what Logan could do for him as Logan was in terms of what he could learn from Patton. It was almost symbiotic, the relationship they had. Logan could learn and ask questions, and Patton could have fun. 

And, boy, he loved having fun. 

Patton looks a mix between guilty and bashful, as he smiles and gently shakes his head back and forth, taking a small step closer. Logan smiles at the action. 

"I know what you really want," he states, quietly, watching while Patton's little hands press against Logan's pointer finger. Logan works to straighten his hand out, keeping his pointer rigid with the pad pressed against the tabletop. Patton shyly moves forward, until his chest and hips are up against it, before pulling away briefly. 

Logan watches, amused, as Patton sheds himself of most of his tiny clothes (of which Logan had inspected upon seeing for the first time, marveling at the similarities between them and human clothes). His little grey jacket and baby blue shirt fall to the table, followed by his khaki coloured shorts. 

Left in a cute pair of blue underwear - resembling boxers in style - Patton approaches Logan's finger once more. Logan watches Patton sweetly press his face against Logan's knuckle, no doubt pressing small kisses to the digit, before his legs straddle the finger and he looks up at Logan hopefully. 

Smiling, Logan barely lifts his hand off the table, holding his pointer finger out with Patton still braced against it, wings slowly flapping to keep himself steady. He gently rocks his hips back and forth, head falling down momentarily as his tiny lips part in what Logan can only assume is a soft little moan.

Patton's head snaps back up, however, as Logan coos "oh you poor, little thing." His words are teasing, but his tone is soft. Surprisingly warm, compared to his usual inntonation. "So desperate to feel something that I can't even put you on my hand without you starting to hump it." 

Patton's face is a bright red, and he shyly tucks it into his shoulder at Logan's words, although a pleased smile remains on his face, and his hips only speed up at Logan's words, dragging back and forth rhythmically. 

Moving his finger upwards gently causes it to press more firmly against Patton's bulge, and Patton's mouth opens in another moan, head falling back this time. 

"You're awfully cute," Logan then comments, stating it more so as if it's a fact. "Not so much physically in terms of looks, more so in terms of actions."

Patton cocks his head, though his hips never still.

"The way you stop by just to get my attention. The fact that I don't even have to prompt you to get the pleasure you so desperately want. Even the fact you try to mask your real intentions through polite small talk in fear I'll decline you pleasure if you don't," Logan explains, as if it's obvious. He then smiles as he adds "and you needn't worry about that last one. I understand you have needs that need to be met." 

Patton smiles, and his hands brace against Logan's finger, using the added support to better press his full weight onto Logan's finger and grind harder. 

"Huh, I've never really paid attention to your wings before," Logan then comments, tilting his head as if to inspect them. "The way you still flap them in fear of my finger not being able to support you. They're quite pretty. Different to those of butterflies or moths; thinner, and frankly quite illogical, like the wings of a bee." 

Then, eyes sparkling with interest and intrigue, Logan murmurs "I wonder if your wings flutter when you come." 

And indeed they do. 

Spurred on by Logan's soft voice and mix of teasing and factual words, Patton comes, grinding hard against Logan's finger as he rolls his hips throughout his orgasm. Behind him, his wings seem to stutter in their rhythmic movement, fluttering slightly as Patton's head falls back. His mess of curls sticks to his sweaty face, and as he falls flat onto the back of Logan's hand, Logan can't help but smile again. 

Gently, he maneuvers Patton off of his hand and into a more comfortable position on the table laying flat on his back, wings tucked safely behind him. Logan opens his book once more, though his hand returns to Patton, padding of his pointer gently grazing over the dark spot on the front of Patton's crotch. 

He watches as Patton's head rolls to the side, eyes squeezed shut in a mixture of tiredness and pleasure, while his legs spread. 

Letting out a short, closed mouth laugh, Logan turns back to his book, reading it while absentmindedly rubbing circles against Patton front, and enjoying the movements he feels beneath his finger. Maybe he'd get off after to sight of Patton's cutely ruined form, or maybe he'd dedicate today to Patton's pleasure only. 

But for now, he was content to multitask both reading, and fidgeting with the fairy, as he knew Patton enjoyed the constant affection. 

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Neither Janus nor Logan would qualify themselves as being physically affectionate people. Sure, there'd be a hand on the back here, as they moved to get past, or a light pat on the shoulder, to express their fondness. But hardly ever were there deliberate, intense touches that related to something deeper. 

Everything was surface level, in relation to both of their opinions, expressions, and means of giving affection. 

But sometimes it couldn't help but he wondered whether or not there were some unspoken, underlying desire that lingered with each touch, and right now, that was just the thing Logan was wondering. 

It had started when he had woken up, feeling warmer and dizzier than usual. He knew what the feeling was, but he opted to ignore it. He could deal with arousal later, as there were much more important matters, like breakfast. 

Getting out of bed had been a struggle, but he managed, and things had calmed somewhat by the time he'd trudged into the kitchen. 

Only for it to spark as Janus's hand lightly rests on his ass, as he maneuvers behind him, murmuring "excuse me," while he moves past. 

Logan has to keep himself from jumping at the sudden touch, and he whips around to face Janus. Janus seems oblivious to how sexual his touch could have been perceived as, though, as he's already tossing open the fridge and peering in, evaluating the contents judgementally.

When Janus pulls away, he catches Logan staring and raises an eyebrow, causing Logan to flush and turn back towards the counter. 

He hears a bag rustle behind him, and then Janus is squeezing past him again, once more setting his hand on Logan's ass to steady himself as he steps between Logan and a strewn chair. 

Janus could have easily pushed it in or went around it. Logically, either of the two would have made more sense than decoding to worm between the chair and Logan's body. And yet, Janus decided to. 

Logan's stiff until Janus's footsteps leave the room, after which he collapses, leaning over the counter with a sigh. 

His fingers rub deep onto his brow bones, attempting to compose himself..Perhaps he should eat breakfast in his room this morning. It would be the most beneficial to avoid jumping to more conclusions that further his arousal.

And yet, as he goes to head back to his room, he passes Janus, who lounges on the couch eating grapes. While plucking them off the stem, he suddenly states "I like those jeans, Logan. They frame your body beautifully." It's said dismissively, honest buy without much thought. Clearly meant to be a polite compliment, and yet Logan turns bright red. 

Sure, it wasn't directed at his ass, but considering the way he was facing in relation to the couch, it's what would have been most visible. 

Logan splutters, stammering over any potential reply, but Janus has already moved on, attention turned towards a certain snake documentary. 

Whatever, Logan turns back around and pushes his way upstairs, fighting the growing frustration and arousal as he shuts himself back in his room, pop-tart wrapped in foil being held tight in Logan's hand. With the amount of pressure he's exerting onto it, it's more so like a mass of crumbs by the time he tosses it onto the desk in his room.

He doesn't even bother to open it, instead batting it to the side as he flips open his laptop instead. He can work through this random bout of horniness by actually working. That seems logical! 

But it's quickly uprooted when there's a knock on his door, followed by Janus walking in despite not receiving a response. 

Logan stares at him, and he can see Janus's mouth moving, but his brain doesn't process whatever excuse or explanation Janus has for coming into his room. 

Instead, as Janus crawls onto Logan's bed, his shirt rides up, and despite the fact he definitely should not be so interested in the faint pale back he sees, he can't tear his eyes away. 

Staring at his back also meant that Logan could see his ass, and he's upset at himself for glancing at it, before justifying that Janus was (probably) looking at his, so it's only fair. 

But Janus is still talking, oblivious to Logan's own inner urges. The red infecting his face is rivaled only by the heat rushing to his cock, and suddenly Logan can't repress his feelings anymore, despite how hard he tries to. 

"Are you doing this on purpose?" Logan suddenly blurts, interrupting Janus in the middle of a sentence. 

Janus looks at him, genuinely confused. 

Logan doesn't give him a chance to even ask what he means before he's explaining, pushing himself out of his chair rather aggressively.

"The hand on my ass? The comment on my jeans? Even right now; your shirt is halfway pushed up for chest! It's- it's like you're trying to tease me!" Sexual frustration spills out of his mouth rapidly, voice raising louder than he'd like. "You can admit you're doing it on purpose; you know I value honesty, but if this was all a ploy to get my attention, then why didn't you just say so from the start?" 

But Janus is staring at him, eyes wide, and lips pressed into a thin line. 

There's silence for a few seconds, before Janus goes "have I been making you uncomfortable?" It's spoken softly, and asked genuinely, and the fact Janus is acting considerate makes Logan huff.

"No," Logan states, crossing his arms across his chest. "But you've been worsening my arousal tremendously." 

"I- Logan, honestly, I haven't even noticed! Nothing I've done today has been with the intent to further your... already seemingly persistent predicament." 

At this, Logan's a bit taken aback. All of his annoyance melts away into genuine confusion. 

"So... you haven't been doing this on purpose?"

Janus snickers, as if that's an absurd notion and definitely not something he'd do just for the fun of it. "Unfortunately, no. Though, seeing how frustrated you are, maybe I should have. Admittedly, you're irritation is endearing." Janus coos at him as if he's dumb, and Logan frowns, but a blush rises to his face. 

"How would you have proceeded if my actions were intentional?" Janus then inquires, and at that, Logan hesitates. 

Normally, he had no problem speaking his ideas. It was more so an issue with others listening to him. But as of now, he wasn't able to fully form his thoughts into words. 

Janus waits though, pushing himself into an upright position, legs dangling off the edge of the bed. 

Logan remains silent. 

So, after a moment, Janus tuts. "So desperate, and yet you can't name a single thing you thought of doing? Not one?" Janus shakes his head, as if disappointed. "You had no trouble voicing your aggravation. Surely, you must have had at least one thought run through that pretty little brain of yours. Or did seeing a pretty boy cause you to short-circuit that badly?" 

His tone is condescending, and normally Logan would match it with seething irritation regarding being talked to in such a manner.

But, right now, it was only encouraging his silence. 

With a sigh, Janus's teasing wavers. "Logan, are you okay?" he asks, voice sans of the previously joking tones. "If I'm making you uncomfortable now, please tell me."

"You're not," Logan blurts, hands fidgeting nervously at his sides. Despite his clear aura of sudden hesitance, he keeps his rigid posture. Gone is his usual eye contact, though, as Logan instead casts his head to the side. 

With Logan standing so stiff in front of him, Janus has a clear view of his bulge through his jeans, but he avoids commenting on it. At least, for now. 

"I just... don't know how to properly express the thoughts I'm having," Logan continues, with an awkward cough, before he adjusts his glasses on his face. "And the ones I can explain, I'm not sure I want to." 

"Well, that's okay. I can leave."

At that, Logan's eyes go wide, and he immediately responds "wait-! Wait." 

Janus raises an eyebrow. 

Again, Logan looks away. It was weirdly cute seeing him so uncharacteristically shy, though Janus supposes it comes as a result of not usually opening up about his feelings, especially those caused by or directly related gaining the help of other people. 

"I want you to stay," Logan eventually manners to stammer out, clearing his throat. "Considering most of the thoughts were about you, I'd be grateful if you'd think about staying. And even helping, if that's not too much to ask."

Janus smiles, a soft laugh emitting from his closed mouth. 

"Come here,"

Logan shuffles forward, finally meeting Janus's eyes. He stands toe to toe with him, though Janus stays planted on the bed. 

Janus smiles, and grabs Logan's wrists, pulling him closer and onto his lap. Logan's thighs straddle Janus's, and Janus internally muses at the shy way Logan's hands land on Janus's shoulders. 

Rubbing gentle circles into Logan's hips, Janus asks Logan it this is okay, and upon receiving a shy, but verbal "yes," Janus gingerly slides his fingers beneath Logan's shirt. 

They trail upwards, pushing the fabric until it bunches around Logan's shoulders, before Janus is promptly pulling it off. The article of clothing is discarded onto the floor, before Janus is peppering soft kisses down Logan's chest, starting at his neck before moving down, leaving them over his collarbones, before eventually he pauses over of Logan's nipples. 

Glancing up at Logan, who's staring down at him, already pressing his lips together, Janus flicks his forked tongue out and let's it drag firmly over Logan's nipple. 

As Logan let's out an extremely lewd, sensitivity-induced moan, Janus lets his other hand fome up to pinch at Logan's other nipple, cooing t the way Logan attempts to arch away from the touch. 

"Janus," he gasps, with a weak cry. "Janus it's too much!" 

Janus pulls away, only for that to earn a pathetic whine from Logan, who's hands are immediately tangling in Janus's hair to pull him back to his red chest. 

"I thought you wanted me to stop," Janus murmurs, as his lips ghost right over Logan's hard nipples. "You said it was too much."

Logan huffs. "In my defense, it is. But- but it feels good. I'd tell you outright if I wanted you to stop." He sounds almost annoyed as he speaks, but he looks more like hes pouting. It's unfairly cute. 

Laughing softly, Janus responds "noted," before moving closer once more. Now that he was aware of Logan's sensitivity, Janus wraps an arm around his back to keep him from attempting to move away, as he resumes sucking on Logan's nipple. 

A third arm then sprouts from Janus's back that moves back up to Logan's other nipple, squeezing the fat around it before teasing the bud, pinching it between the pads of his fingers before circling a sharp nail around the areola, only to go back to pinching at his chest moments later. 

He can feel Logan subtly rolling his hips against Janus's legs, so two more arms sprout from Janus's sides in order to very briefly lift Logan up, and adjust him so that he's only straddling one thigh, making it easier for him to rock his hips. 

Then, Janus very lightly drags his teeth over Logan's nipple, closing his eyes and basking in the pathetic cry Logan lets out at the action. 

"Please," he whimpers, and Janus is half tempted to tease him for the sudden bout of politeness.

But, he doesn't, and instead guides Logan's hips back and forth against his leg. The combined actions cause Logan's head to fall back in a particularly weak moan, while Janus presses his tongue flat against Logan's nipple. 

How cute he would look with vibrators pressed up against them, or nipple clamps sending electricity through his body. 

Maybe Janus would even have to press his pecs together and fuck the fat tits Logan essentially had. 

He muses to himself about the idea, before he pulls his head away from Logan's chest, using his teeth to pull Logan's nipple slightly before releasing it, and moving his head upward instead to kiss the underside of Logan's jaw. 

Yet another hand emerges from Janus's body to take the place of where his mouth just was, as Janus's lips move to ghost over Logan's earlobe. 

"Is this what you needed?" he asks, sounding more like he already knows the answer. "Did you need to let someone touch you? Take care of you?" His hands twist harder against Logan's chest and Logan cries out in pain, but Janus feels his hips press down harder, thighs squeezing his own. He smiles, eyes half lidded as he murmurs "maybe the reason you interpreted everything I did as sensual was because you subconsciously wanted me to take care of you. Doesn't that seem plausible?" 

It's a rhetorical question, but one Logan answers with a moan and a slight head nod. 

Amused, Janus kisses the side of Logan's head, before stating "are you close, love? You've been teased all day, haven't you? Poor thing." Janus's hands rub at Logan's nipples, almost sympathetically. "I think you deserve to come, don't you?

"Yes, yes, yes," Logan answers, all too quick. 

Janus laughs lightly, as he brings his leg up slightly, pushing it into Logan's bulge. 

Logan moans, and Janus's breath fans over his ear. "Come for me, darling," Janus whispers, musing at Logan's utterly disheveled self. 

Throwing his head back in a moan, Logan grinds himself down on Janus's thigh before his hips stutter, and Logan cries out Janus's name as he comes in his pants. 

Janus uses his hands to guide Logan's hips back and forth to aid him in riding out his orgasm, before sliding his arms back into his body as Logan slumps onto Janus's chest, panting. 

Petting his hair, Janus coos at him, before turning and laying Logan down on his bed, staring at the way Logan momentarily lays spread out, before curling in on himself, as if he's cold. Rolling his eyes, Janus unclasps his cape and kicks off his shoes, before curling up next to Logan, arms wrapped around him, simply cuddling as Logan gets some much needed, relaxing rest. 

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"Alright, who's next?"

The words rang out like a gunshot, momentarily causing the others to freeze and Patton to let out a weak moan. Everyone looks at each other, before it seems to click in their minds simultaneously. 

Suddenly, they're all clamoring over each other, Remus hopping off the counter and Virgil and Roman pushing past one another, only for Janus to get there first, standing possessively by Patton's messy body and bare ass. 

"I'm next," he states, grinning at Remus who screams in irritation, and musing at the cute pouts both Virgil and Roman wear on their faces. 

Grabbing the lube off the table, Janus wastes little time barely tugging his pants down enough to pull his cocks out. They weren't shy to Patton bottoming for them, but being so submissive and noisy was new. Admittedly, it was nice being in control for once, and they all had a couple months worth of pent up sexual dominance that they intended to let out. 

No stranger to taking both of Janus's cocks, Patton's hold spreads easily around them, and the rest of the sides look on, jealous, as Janus pushes all the way in. 

Groaning in pleasure, Janus leans over Patton, hot breath fanning over Patton's neck, as Patton's head falls to the side, allowing Janus clear access to the bare skin. 

"Can I sink my teeth into you, love?" Janus asks, deceptively sweet. 

Patton knew what that entailed. He'd watched Janus to it to the others before. He'd pump them full of his venom, an aphrodisac-like substance that'd make them burn with arousal from the inside out. 

"Yes," Patton moans out, eyes already fluttering closed as he waits for the inevitable pierce of Janus's fangs, of which come seconds later, stabbing into his neck, followed shortly by a weird feeling that Patton knows is the venom entering his bloodstream. 

His body heats up, and then his head falls helplessly against the table, tongue rolling out of his mouth, presenting a lewd picture of himself to the others. 

Remus is already getting off to the sight, stroking his cock without care over whether or not he comes. He'll push through his own overstimulation to fuck Patton relentlessly regardless of how many times he comes before then. 

He also has no problem getting up onto the table, sitting on his knees with his legs spread as he touches himself, clearly planning to make a mess of Patton's face at any given opportunity. 

Janus rubs Patton's hips, before slowly pulling out, taking up a teasing pace that makes the rest of them bristle. 

Of course Janus would torture them as well!

Logan squirms, frustrated, from where he stands, desperate in his cock cage. He knows it'd look pathetic to ask the mess that is currently Patton to take it off, but he's growing desperate. Patton could punish him worse after this fun little bout of sex! Not during. He was almost tempted to go so far as to complain about it being unfair. 

But, he doesn't, and instead watches with semi-envious eyes as Janus's pace quickens, thrusting harder and faster into Patton, musing at the overstimulating mewl Patton lets out, nails scratching across the surface of the table. 

"Janus- Janus!" Patton cries, as the aphrodisiac begins to overpower his own instincts. His legs spread wider, sluttily exposing himself as his arms flail above his head. His back arches off the table, moaning as Janus's cocks slide in and out of his hole. 

"You're doing so good, love," Janus murmurs, brushing Patton's hair away from his forehead. "Taking me so well. I bet all the others are jealous they didn't get to you first." He's grinning as he speaks, specifically looking over at Roman and Virgil, who both scowl and pout respectively. 

He then looks at Logan, and he smiles wider. 

"I'm sure Logan is especially upset, considering he's still serving out his punishment," Janus then adds, and Patton whines, knowing that so long as he continues to punish Logan, he'll get one less cock inside of him. 

Janus seems to pick this up, and goes "oh? Are you considering letting him off early? Maybe you should, especially because he made you feel so good. Didn't he?"

"Yes! Yes, he did!" 

"What about me?" Janus grips Patton's face with his fingers, and moves his chin so that Patton's forced to look him in the face. "Am I making you feel good? Tell me how good I'm making you feel."

"So- so good," Patton gasps out, moaning lewdly as Janus's free hand grasps his cock, moving up and down all too slowly. 

Having already come once, Patton whines in overstimulation as he feels warmth pool in his stomach. Janus's touches were intimate and yet bold, stimulating him relentlessly. The fact two cocks within him were effectively stretching him open is only adding to the pleasure, especially as they thrust against Patton's prostate. Janus needs no further encouragement after the loud moan that earns him, and takes to setting a rough pace abusing it, Patton's back arching off the table.

Stroking himself faster,Remus suddenly grabs Patton by the hair and holds him still, Patton really only having a moment to register what's about to be done, before he's being hit in the face with streaks of come, Remus moaning a string of curses, before he carelessly lets Patton's head go, it thumping against the table. 

Immediately, Remus gets right back to touching himself, working back up to full hardness as Janus's thrusts get increasingly sloppy. 

"Janus-" Patton splutters, glasses tainted with semen and mouth full of a fair amount, but aroused nonetheless. "Janus, please!" 

Janus's hand works faster on Patton's cock, murmuring "good boy, Patton. Beautiful," before softly kissing Patton's head, and then dragging his teeth over Patton's earlobe as he utters "come for me." 

Patton does as he's told, coming hard over his chest for the second time that day. A few more thrusts into his tight ass and Janus is coming too, both of his cocks spilling into Patton's ass. He rolls his hips through his orgasm, before pulling out slowly and rather daintily tucking himself back into his pants, before motioning to Patton's ass as if to offer it up. 

With Remus's spot on the table, he has the least access to Patton's hole, so Virgil ends up shoving past Roman to get there next. 

Virgil's hands are firm on Patton's waist, cock out and fully lubed with a generous amount considering the fact Patton's hole was already stretched. 

With a notifying "you ready?" followed by Patton's eager, aphrodisiac-induced response, Virgil pushes into him, leaning over Patton's chest and pressing sweet kisses to his chest and neck. Under his breath he utters soft praise, and as tears run down Patton's cheeks from the overstimulation, Virgil kisses them away too. 

His lips then find Patton's neck, kissing over Janus's bite mark, before he sucks a small hickey directly underneath, shivering at the way Patton moans. 

Virgil's thrusts are a lot slower, though no less hard. He's surprisingly passionate and careful with his touches, though admittedly eager with the less precise thrusts. His hands are firm against Patton, holding him still with his fingers, though his thumb kneads gently into the fat, as if wordlessly trying to encourage him to relax.

Though, Patton needed no encouraging. 

The venom coursing through his system erases his worries and even a lot of the humiliation once felt. Though the feeling was admittedly nice, it sometimes felt better to be mindlessly horny, but content with the knowledge his partners would take care of him.

"Good boy, Patton," Virgil says, voice quiet, as if the words were meant for Patton's ears only. If Patton were to close his eyes, Remus's grunts would be the only signifier that the others are even still present. 

Virgil's hand comes to his cock, stroking it slow as he nips at Patton's neck. His long fingers work easily over the shaft, squeezing firmly as he uses the leftover come to aid in the movements. 

Patton incoherently moans, tears dripping down his cheeks at the oversensitivity. Despite that, his hand comes to cradle Virgil's head, pudgy fingers tangling in Virgil's dark hair to hold him close. Virgil groans at the light tugging, burying his face into Patton's shoulder as his thrusts grow more desperate. 

"Please, Virgil," Patton whines, pulling him closer, so that Virgil's chest is flush with his own. "I need you. I want you.. Please, please!" 

Soothing him with hushed whispers of "my good boy," and "you're doing so well," Virgil says nothing when Patton comes, working him through it and flushing a dark red and the obscene moan Patton lets out, before.he himself is coming within him, come mixing in with Janus's. 

He's hesitant to pull out; a clingy feeling within him urges him to stay close to Patton for at least a night, but Roman's pouting draws him out of that mindset. 

As he pulls out, and quickly fumbles to pull his pants back up and make due he's at least somewhat straightened up, Roman's quick to take his place, quickly sticking his tongue out at Remus, though Remus seems somewhat resigned to stroking himself near Patton's face. 

"How are you feeling, love?" Roman asks, fingers massaging into Patton's thighs. Upon receiving an eager, gutteral moan, Roman smiles, and leans down to kiss the corner of Patton's spit-slicked lips. 

He uses a generous amount of lube on his cock as well, though Patton's hole would stretch just fine at this point, and pushes in, equally as eager. Similarly to Virgil, he leans over Patton's front, though the kisses he presses to Patton's face and jaw are a lot sweeter. 

As he reaches Patton's neck though, he can't help from sucking a dark hickey into his neck, opposite of the bite mark.

Patton whines at the feeling, rolling his hips down onto Roman's cock. His nails dig into Roman's shoulders, legs coming to wrap around Roman's waist. 

"I've got you, cutie," Roman coos, kissing further down Patton's neck. Patton's eyes roll back into his head at the intimate affection, paired with hard thrusts inside of him. Roman murmurs sweet words into his ears, before suddenly he's whispering quietly. 

It's clear he's specifically asking for something, and after a moment Patton nods, moaning out "uh-huh! Okay!" He sounds desperate, purely acting on behalf of the sexual stimulant, but Roman flashes a charming smile towards Logan, before motioning him closer. 

"Patton's been so kind and agreed to let me take your pitiful cage off," Roman states, as Logan moves closer. 

Logan flushes as he glances between the two of them, unsure, but thrilled at the prospect.

Roman seems serious though, more so as he continues with "but, he said you still don't deserve to make love to him properly. So, you have access to everywhere but his hole." As if to enunciate his words, Roman thrusts into Patton particularly rough, drawing a sudden keen from Patton's mouth as his back arches off the table.

Ignoring his bitterness at those conditions, Logan finds himself nodding, stating that he accepts them immediately, before holding to the table for support as Roman leans over and quickly undoes the cage, allowing it to fall to the ground with a clamoring sound. 

Logan can hardly resist touching his cock once it's off, moaning pathetically as his hand works over it, stroking incredibly fast. He's worked up to full hardness in a matter of seconds, and then he's joining Remus on the table, who takes advantage of the sudden opportunity and allows his hands to grasp onto and wander over Logan's body, groping him and stroking him fast. 

"Bet you feel real jealous, huh?" Remus teases, squeezing Logan's thighs roughly, nails digging into the skin. "You started this whole thing, and Patton won't even give you permission to fuck him! How embarrassing." 

Despite his teasing words, Remus's hand continues working over Logan's cock, providing him the pleasure he'd been so desperately craving. 

Sure, it wasn't anywhere near as good as what Patton's hole felt like, but he'd been through enough punishment to know when to be grateful. 

He gets a front row seat to Patton's pretty facial expressions. His mouth hangs open in permanent pleasure, drool leaking from the corners of his mouth. His lips were red and swollen from how often they'd been kissed and bit by the others. Logan could even spot faint blood residue. He was sweating and panting, red in the face all the way down his chest, where his love handles were marked with nail indents, and his fat stomach red from how often it's been groped and squeezed adoringly. 

He was quite the sight. 

"You look so pretty, Patton," Roman coos, hips stuttering as his breath hitches. Sensitive as ever, Roman has no problems letting out noises of his own. 

He's moaning beautifully into Patton's ears, counteracting Patton's own weak moans, following his little whimpers and slutty cries for "more" and "touch!" 

Roman obeys, a bit of submission slipping through his otherwise dominant facade, doing as Patton says and touching him more. One hand pinches at Patton's nipples, while the other strokes Patton's cock in tune with his thrusts. Rhythmic. Intimate. Very Roman, and very pleasurable, judging by Patton's responses. 

"I'm close, love," Roman gasps, eyes fluttering back into his head. As Patton's hole clenches around him, both Patton and Roman moaning together. 

Remus strokes Logan faster as they watch, Logan groaning as Patton comes over his stomach. Little come spills from his cocks, orgasm mostly dry, hips stuttering as he makes a mess of himself. 

Roman comes shortly after, passionately thrusting throughout his orgasm, before pulling out without any teasing comments, more so cringing at the mix of fluids that spill out of Patton's hole. 

Remus is quick to shove Logan aside at that, instead pushing past Roman in order to snatch up the lube, quickly rubbing the bare minimum against his cock, before pushing into Patton with no hesitation. His pace is rapid and brutal, sharp nails cutting into Patton's fat thighs, leaning over Patton's chest as he makes feral-sounding noises. 

He's clearly desperate, and being made to go last doesn't really help his impatient tendencies. 

Especially considering Patton has been spread out like a slut for him since Logan brought him down here, teasing all of them with his dumb sounds and aroused moans that only increased in volume with each person that used him.

"Fuck, Patton, you feel so good! You feel so good," Remus praises, though he sounds more like he's speaking from the head of his cock than the head on his shoulders. 

Logan, watching the desperate display, touches himself to the sight, tucking his head into his shoulder to muffle his own pleased noises, though he keeps his eyes trained on Patton, who's eyes are rolled back into his head, tears in his eyes and spit coating the entirety of his chin. He's a mess of blood droplets and come, and Logan's suddenly very glad he had the idea to attempt to dominate Patton in the first place. 

He's sensitive from days locked up in that stupid cage, but as he strokes himself quicker, he feels the warmth start to creep over his body. 

Patton jolts suddenly and moans, and watching as he squeezes his eyes shut and fingers clenching, Logan can't help coming over his hand and partially over Patton's face, imagining how good it'd feel to be inside Patton as opposed to resorting to merely fucking his fist.

Logan hears Remus let out a breathy laugh, clearly amused by Logan's sudden vandalism over Patton's cheek, but it only encourages him to lean down, tongue swiping over Patton's cheeks and lips to lick up Logan's mess. 

"You're pathetically cute," Remus murmurs, and it's unsure whether he's talking to Logan or Patton.

Groaning, Remus sucks dark hickeys into Patton's neck, covering every space that the others missed, from his neck to his collarbones, even biting teasingly over Patton's nipples, before Patton's twitching again with another dry orgasm, crying out pathetically at how sensitive and hot his body is, before Remus is coming inside of him, watching, pleased, at the small bulge visible through Patton's stomach. 

He's so packed full of everyone's come, and he's wearing quite a bit of his own. The aphrodisiac thankfully has started to wear off, as Janus was cautious not to inject him with too much, but everyone tiredly circles around Patton's limp body.

Quietly, they all discuss a plan to clean him up and take good care of him. As Roman lifts Patton into his strong arms, Janus and Virgil head to start a bath. Logan grabs some water and some clothes, and Remus honestly does little aside from inappropriately praising Patton for his performance tonight, but it all serves to comfort Patton, and lull him into a safe and blissful state of mind. 

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Being Roman's partner was never boring.

More often than not, it was extravagant dates performed in the imagination, fully orchestrated by Roman, who strived to make everything perfect and sensory appealing for Virgil.

But, for someone so romantic, he was surprisingly open to participating in Virgil's darker fantasies. Knife play. Choking. But when Virgil approached him with the idea of consensual non-consensual, he expected to finally approach a boundary. 

He'd be fine with that, of course; it was the thoughts Roman would have after that unnerved him. 

But, strangely enough, Roman was just as open to that idea as he was to any one of Virgil's others. He asks for specifics, how he's supposed to behave, what to wear, what to expect, all as if he's some actor doing research into his role. 

And then he fills in the blanks.

That's what leads to Virgil seated in a clearing within the imagination. He was told to just... wait. Of course, Virgil knew he had to act scared regardless of what happened, but he couldn't help feeling completely elated at the mere idea of Roman surprising him out of nowhere. 

The sky is dark and awfully pretty, the giant, unrealistic moon providing more than enough light for Virgil to see, and the grass is absurdly soft. For something meant to be so rough, Virgil's muses at the fact Roman put so much effort into making sure he'd be comfortable. 

There's rustling nearby, and despite the fact Virgil's sure it's Roman, his heart jumps, and he stiffens, sitting up straighter and turns his head back and forth. 

Being so alert aided usually in spotting things that were out of place, but right now that skill was proving fruitless. 

Roman had the upper hand in terms of knowing the environment; Virgil was essentially a sitting duck waiting for Roman's arrival.

There's a brief sense of fear he gets as he notices a shadow looming over him, but as he goes to whip around, big hands are suddenly on him, roughly pushing him to the ground. His upper thighs are straddled, keeping him pinned on his chest, with a strong hand on the middle of his back to thoroughly keep him down. 

After, a hand makes its way to his hair, before it's suddenly being grabbed and his hair is being roughly pulled, forcing his head back. 

"Hello gorgeous," Roman's smooth voice states, awfully quiet, though he's right in Virgil's ear. "What's a pretty little thing like you doing all alone in a place like this? Don't you know it's dangerous out here?"

Despite the fact Virgil knew he was supposed  to act scared, he can't help but relax slightly at the sound of Roman's voice.

But, similar to Roman, he has a part to play, and play it he shall. 

He struggles, attempting to throw his head forward in hopes of untangling Roman's hand from his hair, but it's to no avail. If anything, the small laugh Roman let's out fuels a touch of spite Virgil has for how much stronger Roman is than him. 

So, he resorts to using his words instead, quickly hissing "get off me, creep! Get away from me!" 

Roman doesn't respond initially, instead just scooting back further on Virgil's legs, actually releasing his hair, but then hes standing up slightly and pulling Virgil up just enough to flip him around, and then slamming him to the ground again. 

Virgil gasps, choking on the air for a moment, but Roman pays him no mind. 

His jacket is quickly pulled from his shoulders before he can move to fight back, but as he goes to stop Roman from pulling his shirt off, Roman reaches down to his ankle, where a strap is placed, and unsheathes a hunting knife. 

Virgil's breath hitches. 

"That's it, love," Roman coos, dragging the tip of the knife gently along Virgil's jaw. "Untamed prey get put down, and neither of us want that, do we?" 

Virgil's eyes dart from the glistening knife to Roman's soft face. His gentle features and awfully loving smile contrasts harshly with the words spilling from his mouth, but Virgil finds that the almost genuine nature of Roman's words made this better. 

Virgil swallows the spit in his mouth, whimpering slightly as he feels Roman's hand slide back up his shirt. 

His palm is rough, but the hand itself is warm, but Virgil tries to force those comforting thoughts out of his mind. Unable to really fight or flew while in this current situation, Virgil opts instead to beg, shaking voice quietly pleading "please, I don't want this. I don't want this- Please don't touch me." 

"Shhhh," Roman soothes, dragging the knife down Virgil's front and over his shirt. He brings it down to the bottom, humming as he flips the knife over, before quickly slicing through the fabric with careful precision. 

Virgil tenses and gasps as he hears the quick shredding of his top, waiting for the painful sting of a cut to hit him, but none comes. 

He peeks at his chest, where he sees no blood. In fact, Roman's carefully working to pull Virgil's sleeves away too, and then leans over him. 

"There we go," Roman coos, catching Virgil's eyes, ajd musing when Virgil shyly looks away. 

Humming, Roman chirps "what, no complaints? No more begging? I see you're starting to realize that maybe being my prey isn't so bad after all." Roman drags the knife up Virgil's body, drawing wide circles around his nipples. Virgil suppresses a whine at the teasing. 

"Stop," Virgil near whispers, head falling back against the grass, while Roman's head trails up his torso. 

"Hmmm," comes Roman's voice, as if debating, before raising the knife up, twirling it cockily. Some of that initial warmth has been replaced with smugness, and Virgil finds it just as arousing. "No." Roman then clicks his tongue, laughing sharply, mocking Virgil's inferior position. "I don't think I will, love. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll find this just as pleasurable as I will..."

Roman draws back up, sitting back on his knees. He holds the knife back, using his fingers now to try and get Virgil's pants off, but in a moment of sheer impulsiveness, Virgil's suddenly pushing himself up and throwing himself forward, arms outstretched. 

It causes Roman to be knocked off balance, knife falling into the grass as Roman's back slams against the ground. 

Dumbly, Virgil stays there for a moment, leaning over Roman, before he pushes himself onto his feet and starts running. 

He had warned Roman beforehand that he's going to act as if this is real, because that's what he fantasizes about, and what's a good hung without the chase? Glancing behind him, Virgil spots the surprise and slight irritation in Roman's eyes, followed by a spark of competitiveness that urges him to his feet and after Virgil. 

While Roman definitely had more stamina, Virgil was more agile, and snaked his way through branches faster than Roman could even process.

There was something so addicting about the way Virgil could hear Roman's increasingly aggressive hits to the branches by his face, and his heavy footsteps getting closer. Virgil tried to repress the smile creeping it's way to his face as he cuts a corner, listening as Roman trips behind him, before teh running commences. 

He thinks he's in the clear as he ends up deep in the woods, sucking in mouthfuls of fresh air, tainted only by the smell of the woodland. 

He runs his fingers through his sweaty hair, wiping his forehead, and finally letting out a little, joyous laugh, only to immediately feel his upper arm being grabbed.

He's spun around quickly, and then his bare back is shoved up against the rough bark of a tree. He can feel it cutting into hia skin, beads of blood no doubt swelling, threatening to spill as the seconds go by. 

Virgil's wrists are grabbed easily by one of Roman's hands, and held effortlessly above Virgil

"That was a cute little stunt you pulled," Roman grits, eyes blazing with a sort of humiliation. He doesn't seem upset though, more so just surprised. If Virgil was actively looking for it, he would have spotted a hint of adoration, as Roman was impressed by Virgil's quick thinking. 

Instead, he decides to channel the angry, insecure predator Virgil wants him to be, and he brandishes the knife Virgil had knocked out of his hands earlier. 

"Did you think that was going to get you far? That'd you'd be able to outrun me?"

Roman leans in closer, his front pressed against Virgil's as his knife is held back at Virgil's throat. 

"You're fucking stupid," Roman then spits, his hand dropping from Virgil's wrists and instead quickly working do undo Virgil's jeans. Despite the curses and squirming he receives, Roman manages to get them down and off, his boxers following suit. 

After, Roman's hand moves to hook under his thigh. With one hand, he's easily able to hoist Virgil up and hold him against the tree. The bark cuts against Virgil's back as he's dragged along the side of it, the wounds stinging every time Roman adjusts him.

"Please," Virgil begs, voice finally devolving to be more meek. Less angry. He knew he wasn't going to be anle to get away from Roman in this position, so pleading was his best option. "Don't do this. I won't tell anyone, I promise!" 

Roman ignores him, working instead to undo his pants and get his cock out, quickly grabbing a bottle of lube from his back pocket and works fast to get it over his cock. 

Virgil flushes when he realizes Roman is neglecting stretching him open first. 

With no warning, Roman pushes into Virgil, hands squeezing Virgil's hips. Momentarily, Virgil forgets hes supposed to be fighting against this, and his head falls back in a moan. 

"See? I knew you'd love this," Roman murmurs, lips having traveled to his jaw, right beneath his ear. His words startle Virgil, and suddenly his hands are on Roman's shoulders, pushing and scratching. 

"I- I don't!" Virgil insists, but Roman just chuckles. 

He lifts Virgil up barely, Virgil hissing as the tree slices into his skin, before forcefully bringing him back down, cock slamming right into him. Virgil cries out at the dual sensation. 

"You're a liar," Roman grunts out, before his teeth suddenly sink into Virgil's neck, hands working consistently now to lift Virgil up, and then bring him back down on Roman's cock, ignoring the muffled scraping of skin and bark. 

Virgil moans in pleasure, while Roman moves his body effortlessly, only friction coming from the tree behind him. The lube provides Roman slicker movement, but the fact he wasn't stretched beforehand causes a certain tightness, and Virgil shivers as Roman moans into his hear when Virgil clenches down. 

"Sto-op!" Virgil keens, tears pricking his eyes as Roman's mouth trails down to Virgil's chest. Roman's hands move to Virgil's thighs, pushing them up so that his knees nearly touch his sides. An ache suddenly courses through his legs, making him whimper. 

"Shhh," Roman shushes, pressing a kiss to Virgil's pudgy pec. "Just admit you like it! It's okay. It's okay to admit you're just my stupid, helpless prey. My lovely sex toy." Roman groans as his cock slams into Virgil faster, Tears prick in Virgil's eyes as his nails dig into Roman's shoulders, drawing blood that's vibrant against Roman's tan skin. "Oh, you look so pretty when you're crying, love." 

"Fuck!" Virgil suddenly exclaims as Roman thrusts into his prostate. He hiccups as Roman sucks dark marks into his body. "Stop, please." His crying seems extremely pathetic and not as authentic as he would have preferred it be, but Roman was the real actor here, not him. 

In response, Roman fucks him harder, a hand coming to Virgil's cock in order to stroke him in tandem with his thrusts. "You're all mine," he moans, causing Virgil to moan in response. "You're my game. My catch. My prey." 

Virgil comes. 

Roman's startled at the sudden release, but after a moment he coos, and his hand resumes working up and down Virgil's shaft. Virgil lets out an overstimulated whine, followed by a pathetic "please, I can't take it anymore." 

"Yes you can," Roman soothes him, fist curling around the base of Virgil's cock. "You have no other choice." His tone is sweet, but his words are biting. As if it's the truth dunked in honey. 

Roman continues his assault on Virgil's prostate, peppering soft kisses along Virgil's neck that contrast with his rough thrusts and firm grip. 

"All mine," Virgil hears Roman murmur, right below his ear. 

Roman's thrusts grow less precise, and he rests his forehead against Virgil's shoulder, holding Virgil tighter and stroking him off faster. There's nothing but grunts and cries for a dew moments, before suddenly Roman's pressing Virgil hard against the tree and coming inside of them, moaning into Virgil's ear as he does so. 

Virgil comes moments after, spilling into Roman's hand again with a loud swear, before going limp, allowing himself to be supported by Roman only. 

"You okay?" Roman murmurs, voice soft. He rubs Virgil's hips soothingly, ignoring the fact he's smearing sweat and come over both their bodies. 

"Yeah, yeah," comes Virgil's tired response, panting. "Just.. take me home. Give me a bath. Make sure to disinfect my back." 

Roman snickers, but Virgil lightly slaps his shoulder as he insists "I'm serious! Do you know how much-" he pauses to take a breath, running out of air embarrassingly quick, "how much bacteria is out here? I'm not risking getting an infection." 

Pressing a kiss to Virgil's nose, Roman assures Virgil he will thoroughly clean the wound, and holds Virgil against his chest tightly so he can lovingly bring him home. 

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Fingers snapping in a flick, Logan's suddenly hit by the digit and is sent forcefully stumbling backwards. He crashes onto his side, rolling over the top of the desk, and then lays there on his stomach for a few seconds. 

"Oh, come on, love," Janus's voice encourages, though it's laced with obvious teasing. "You can try harder than that." 

Groaning, Logan pushes himself back onto his hands and knees. It'd been a cycle of getting up, getting pushed down, getting up, getting pushed down. There was no point to him trying again, other than the fact Logan enjoyed the pain and humiliation that came with easily being knocked over by as little as a poke. 

He pushes himself to a stand, wobbling on his feet, before Janus pokes him roughly in the stomach, causing him to fall onto his back. 

The wind is briefly knocked out of him, and he gasps, desperate to suck in air, before he pushes himself up on his elbows. 

Janus's index finger is on top of him in an instant, pressing against his chest and pushing him back onto the desk. He's pinned, and Janus's touch is firm and challenging. Logan squirms just barely and the pressure increases, causing Logan to gasp. 

"Aww, is that all the fight that's left in you?" Janus coos, as the pad of his finger begins to slowly drag up and down across Logan's front. It stops suddenly, barely before touching Logan's embarrassingly hard cock. "Or do you get off on being helpless?" 

It's a rhetorical question, shown primarily as when Logan tries to answer, he's immediately pressed down on again, a warning to shut up, or Janus will shut him up himself. 

"I bet that silly little mind of yours is racing, wondering what I could do to you." 

Janus's finger moves to stand straighter so his nail is now pressed against Logan's tiny body. He trails it dangerously over Logan's torso, before finally giving his pathetic little cock attention, Logan gasping as Janus's nail presses against his shaft. 

Janus pulls away after a moment, snorting at how pathetic Logan's acting, before Logan hears jeans being fiddled with. 

"Your body was made extra durable, yes?" 

Logan's quick to nod as Janus scoops him up with his free hand. Peeking over the side of Janus's palm, Logan can see his other hand holding both of his cocks straight, both of them hard. 

Logan flushes at the implication Janus was getting off on his pain. 

Humming, Janus responds with a simple "good," as Logan's carelessly dropped against his thighs. 

Hitting the jeans roughly, Logan struggles to gain balance, before he resigns to just resting on his hands and knees. He watches as Janus moves above him, pouring lube into his hand and using it to stroke his cocks and cover them completely in the substance. Logan shivers just at the sight. He was barely taller than the cocks standing upright, and momentarily, he doubts the logistics of what they're about to do. 

But, he had made sure he'd be extra durable specifically to participate in this scenario.

Janus picks him up moments later, spreading Logan's legs apart easily, and then inspecting him. There's a touch of hesitation on Janus's face as well, but they've come this far. 

Logan grits his teeth as his hole is pressed against the tip of one of Janus's cocks. He definitely would not be able to fit them both, so just one would have to do. The other was in front of him. Janus sucks in a deep breath, and Logan mirrors the action. 

"Colour?" Janus asks. 

"Green." 

And that's all the assurance Janus needs, especially from Logan. Firmly, Janus begins to push Logan down little by little. 

Logan tenses at the stretch he feels, though it's not painful. He made sure it wouldn't be. But that doesn't mean it didn't feel weird, as doing something for the first time usually does. Janus, on the other hand, groans at the tightness, head falling back as he eases Logan down further. 

A bulge forms in his stomach, as Logan's body stretches like putty around Janus's cock. They'd established that Janus wouldn't be able to put it entirely inside Logan, but that didn't mean it wouldn't completely fill Logan's insides. 

As he's pushed down, Janus's other cock drags along his front, stimulating Logan's cock from the outside. The friction causes Logan to moan, attempting to buck his hips into the shaft, but failing miserably, thanks to his lack of mobility caused by being literally speared on Janus's cock. 

He's forced down more, and the bulge spreads to his upper stomach, which is where Janus stops. Tears prick his eyes as he cries out in pleasure, the tip of Janus's cock rubbing effortlessly against his prostate, while the pre leaking inside of him stuffs him full nearly immediately. 

"Fuck," Janus mutters, half-drooped eyes staring at Logan's stretched body. He should be completely split! Dead, really. But he wasn't.

"How are you feeling?" 

Logan whines as an answer, the pleasure he's feeling overwhelming his mind and body. He felt indescribable. It was pleasurable and incredibly weird, and such a unique experience that Logan couldn't even think about the words he'd use to describe what he was feeling. 

So, he just moans instead, hoping that gave the answer he wanted. 

Janus hesitates for just a moment, before moaning as he lifts Logan up slightly, only to bring him down again. 

Logan comes. 

It's quick and accompanied by a desperate cry, but it catches Janus completely off guard. The mix of such a large intrusion and the friction of Janus's larger cock rubbing against his pathetically small one was overwhelmingly stimulating. 

Staring wide eyed, Janus is in disbelief, but after a moment Logan whines, attempting to rock his hips and be thrusted into again, and Janus gets out an airy laugh. 

"Whore," he coos, thumbing over Logan's slick cock and enjoying the overstimulated whine it earns him. "Do you get off on being used like a fucktoy? Clearly, you do. Why else would you have come so fast?" He grips Logan once more, and gently starts moving him up and down, thrusting his hips upward slightly to fuck into Logan's tight hole. 

Logan mumbles something incoherent, tears pouring down his face. With his other hand, he grabs his other cock, stroking it fast. 

"You look good stretched out around me," Janus grunts, fucking up into Logan a bit harder than expected. "Maybe I should keep you like this. Clean you out and keep you impaled on a dildo to guarantee you're always ready for my cocks." Logan's shoved down roughly. He cries out in pleasure, choking out the spit in his mouth as he comes again, pathetically fast. 

It was admittedly enticing seeing Logan so stupidly horny, unable to speak or do anything but moan in pleasure. 

The feeling of both his own hand tightening as it stimulates his length, as well as Logan's warm, tight hole brings Janus close himself, leaking pre over his hands and into Logan's body. He watches it balloon slightly from the small amount of precome. 

Fuck, he's going to absolutely fill Logan up when he comes. 

He tries to imagine it. Sure, he's seen Logan's stomach bulge before just from when they'd fuck normally, but now he was nearly the same size as Janus's cocks, meaning the come distribution would differ. 

The idea of absolutely ruining Logan's neatness by drenching him both inside and out in come makes Janus moan, and with a few more rough thrusts, he's coming inside of Logan's small body. 

Logan's eyes are wide as his mouth opens in a silent cry, but instead of any noise coming out, Janus watches as goopy white shoots out from the opening, spilling over the entirity of Logan's face. The come from Janus's other cock drenches Logan's front, though past it Janus could see Logan's stomach swelling with the amount of come being pumped into him. Janus thrusts into him through his orgasm, moaning at the squelching sound heard as his semen spills out of Logan's hole and down his cock. 

Logan comes again, feeling mind numbing ecstasy as he's stuffed full. 

Pulling Logan off, Janus watches, amused, at the way Logan's body slowly fixes itself, squirting out loads of come as his stomach compresses and his gaping hole tightens once more. 

Janus cups Logan carefully in his hands, rubbing his slick hair with his thumb as Logan's body finally reaches it's normal, pudgy state, though he lays in a mess of sexual secretion, sticky and wet. 

"You did good, Logan," Janus assures him, voice soft. "You took me so well." 

Logan offers a weak moan in response, before letting his eyes fall closed, laying limp in Janus's hands. Sweetly, Janus wipes him down carefully with a soft washcloth and lukewarm water, before kissing his tiny head. 

He then helps Logan grow back to normal, and catches him when he he falls against Janus almost immediate. 

"Come on, love," Janus coos, pulling Logan into bed with him. "Let's rest for a bit, okay? You did good.. So good." He runs his fingers through Logan's hair as Logan's frantic, pleasured breathing slows, and when he's finally relaxed, Janus let's his own eyes slip shut too. 

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"Remus, get out of the way," Virgil hisses, as Remus and Virgil both shove past each other to reach into the dryer. All the dolls - all six of them, now - had needed cleaned after each of them had received proper use. 

But, it meant that with so many of them, it was a first come first serve to decide who got which doll, and both Virgil and Remus wanted first pick. 

"They're my dolls," Remus insists, as he pushes Virgil, who retaliates by shoving Remus back. 

Huffing, Remus resorts to grabbing one at random, and then runs off, though Virgil shouts at him as he goes. Remus ignores him. 

He tosses the doll carelessly onto his bed when he gets to his room, not bothering to look at it as he instead reaches into a nearby drawer. He'd altered the magic dust to only be effective when the receiving participant is in the mood, and thus would consent. That way, if it does work, the recipient gets some hot, steamy sex, and if it doesn't, they don't feel anything, while the other gets to fuck into a warm, moist doll. 

Pulling out the bag, Remus grins wide, and then turns back to the doll. 

He wanted to grab Virgil, maybe get him back for the couple, teasing sessions Virgil had subjected him to, but as he goes to sprinkle it onto the doll, he realizes that he did not in fact grab Virgil. 

Laying on his bed was a little doll with round glasses, and though Remus is slightly surprised, he's by no means disappointed. 

"Well, Patton, if you wanted to fuck, you could have just said so," Remus muses, despite the fact the doll is an inanimate object, and thus incapable of listening. 

Remus carelessly launches himself onto the bed, bouncing on the mattress, and wastes no time grabbing a handful of powder and tossing it onto the doll. He has no idea whether or not Patton will feel his advances, but he doesn't care either way. This was for his pleasure. If Patton received any, it'd just be a quirky bonus. 

Said mindset is what encourages him to gracelessly strip the doll, tossing the clothes to the side, and exposing the doll's nude fabric. 

From where Patton is in the kitchen, he feels a sudden rush of cold air hit him. He shivers, before shaking water off his hands. He makes a mental note to grab a jacket from his room, and he goes to lean forward over the counter to grab paper towels, only to gasp as a sudden understanding washes over him, and he feels something prod at his hole. 

Quickly glancing to either side of him, Patton feels embarrassment course through his body. He didn't risk sprinting up to his room, in fear of being caught on the stairs or in the hallway, where the chances of being spotted were increased, but it meant he was resigned to the kitchen counter, where his chest was currently uncomfortably leaning against the slick surface. 

He could really only pray someone softer was doing this - no doubt playing with his doll - and would go slow on him. 

His prayers go unanswered as suddenly the entire phantom cock was shoved into him, causing him to cry out as his chest lays flush against the counter. His fingernails desperately scratch the surface, grappling for anything to grasp on to. 

Meanwhile, Remus sits, legs spread on his bed. His own pants and boxers had been shuffled off, and the doll had been ruthlessly shoved onto his cock, with little hesitation. 

Remus groans at the tightness encasing his cock, and he squeezes the bulge from the outside, enjoying the noticeable outline of his genitalia from the outside of the fabric, before impulsively shoving his fingers into the dolls felt mouth. There was no real motive behind the action, but as Patton's mouth is suddenly forced open, he gives up on attempting to hold his head up. 

Instead, he lets it fall against the counter, drool seeping past his lips. His legs instinctively spread, despite the fact there's no one physically behind him. 

His hard cock rubs uncomfortably against his boxers, and he itches to free it, but whenever he moves even the slightest bit, the gigantic, invisible cock inside of him seems to shift too. It doesn't move enough to give him intense pleasure, but it stimulates him nonetheless, leaving him feeling teased. 

Mouth open obscenely, he moans, gagging slightly as the things in his mouth push further in, before suddenly his back arches and he cries out pathetically, a sudden thrust into his ass startling him. 

Remus holds the doll tight around its chest, dragging it up, before slamming it back down on his cock, fingers still pushing past the doll's lips. He repeats the action again, harder this time, before groaning in frustration. He lifts the doll off of his cock, and instead slams the doll onto the mattress, compressing it further, before shoving his cock roughly back inside. 

He leans over it whorish-ly, driving his cock hard into the doll's hole, careless about the fact that he might split it in two. 

Or about the fact Patton's chest is repeatedly slamming against the kitchen table with how intensely his body's reacting to the onslaught on pleasure. His hips drive into the counter hard enough to leave bruises, as they desperately buck. His back arches painfully, chest pressed against the cold counter as his shirt rides up. He breaks a nail clawing at the marble, desperate for structure. 

And his throat burns with how loud his cries are, tears streaming down his chin as he makes a mess of himself. While Janus was rough, he still had an aura of care to him. 

But whoever was using him now...

Patton comes, hard and pathetically fast in his pants, but the pleasure doesn't stop. 

Instead, his cock twitches and rapidly grows back to full hardness as it's forced to rub against the now-moist clothes keeping it trapped, and Patton whines in overstimulation, though the shaky legs barely keeping him up spread further, inviting. 

Remus's cock thrusts hard into the doll, finally removing his fingers from the doll's mouth in order to use it to compress the doll's front, making the space he was fucking into tighter. 

Patton desperately gasps for air, pressure constraining his chest as the pleasure never stops. A mixture of drool and tears pool underneath his cheek, as his hips twitch against the counter. At this point, he can't even think enough to care about anyone walking in on him. 

His hole is properly stretched around the giant object in him, prostate being nailed on every thrust. 

His body shakes violently as he cries out weakly, coming again into his pants, a visible wet spot forming on the front of the beige coloured khakis. 

Whoever's using him finally decides to take pity on him though, as he feels the thrusts slow, before suddenly the cock is buried deep inside of him, and he feels thick come pump into him. 

His stomach bulges despite the lack of physical semen, and he can feel excess running down his thighs. 

Remus rolls hia hips as he completely fills the doll up, pumping it full of his come until its spilling and squelching out of the object. Remus can't help squeezing it around his cock once more, just to watch the flood of semen that spills out. It makes him grin. 

Obviously, he'd go make sure Patton is okay, and depending on whether or not the magic powder worked, clean him up too. But, for now, the doll still had an empty hole, and Remus planned to fill it. 

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Cuddled up together, both Roman and Janus were wide awake, despite the relaxing environment around them. They'd watched a couple movies already, and had decided to pick another, simply enjoying each others company.  

They were both bundled under blankets, per Janus's request, but Roman was shirtless, and Janus spent ample time mindlessly tracing his fingers through the crevices of Roman's muscles. 

It was Janus's choice to put on the Jungle Book, though Roman had confined their options to being Disney classics only, and there were only so many princesses that Janus could sit through before inevitably growing bored. Cinderella was fine, Sleeping Beauty was amusing, but once onto Snow White and Beauty And The Beast, Janus was simply growing exhausted!

So, Roman begrudgingly handed Janus the remote, who promptly turned on Jungle Book and then tossed the remote away. 

Roman can't keep himself quiet, so as the movie plays, Roman comments every now and then, which either earns a snort or a shush from Janus, right until Kaa comes on screen. 

His words suddenly die on his lips, leaving Janus confused as he sneaks a glance towards Roman, wondering where the sudden silence emerged from, only to notice a slight pink tinge to Roman's cheeks, eyes wide and entirely fixated on the screen in front of him. 

Having been previously preoccupied with feeling up Roman's chest, Janus glances towards the television to see what's got him so entranced, only to realize the multicoloured eyes of a certain snake on screen. 

Realization sets in, and Janus can't help snorting, a grin coming to his face.

"Roman," Janus coos, musing at the way Roman physically startles at the sound of Janus's voice. "What are you thinking of? Hm? You cut yourself off mid sentence."

"Sorry." Roman apologizes with an awkward laugh, the flush on his face darkening. "It wasn't important anyway." 

"Really?" Janus's tone is clearly one of both disbelief and amusement, eyeing Roman with sheer playfulness. "Because you were saying that this was your favourite scene, though you stopped before you could explain to me exactly what you like about it. Care to continue?" Slowly, Janus tilts Roman's head back towards the movie, watching as his eyes eagerly drink up the images in front of him. 

"I like the colours," Roman admits, licking his lips, mouth dry. "And the coils."

"You like the spirals and the feeling of being restrained?" 

"Yeah- yeah." Roman nods dumbly. "Yeah, I do." His pupils follow Kaa's movements as he speaks to Mowgli, though his head shakes slightly when Janus softly encourages him to keep going. 

"Elaborate on the coils, love. Tell me more about why you find them so... endearing."

"The helplessness," Roman answers. He sucks in a deep breath. "The fear of not being able to move while being forcibly quelled by a soft, sweet voice. Danger dipped in faux assurance. It's like flirting with death while death's smooth coils wrap around your body, slowly squeezing the air from your lungs..." 

"And the thoughts from your head?" Janus finishes for him, almost teasing,

Roman nods, exhaling softly at Janus's words, silent aside from heavy breathing. Janus hums, fingers trailing up Roman's chest and over his muscles, before they graze over his neck. 

Ever so slightly, pressure is applied to the sides of his neck, causing Roman to gasp and whine out prettily, making Janus grin wider. 

"Think about coils wrapping around you," Janus instructs, his other hand cupping and squeezing Roman's peck, massaging the muscle gently before teasingly pinching his nipple. "Think about how they'd squeeze your strong muscles and knead over your thick body. How they'd wrap around your throat and constrict your ability to think."

His fingers squeeze with more force now, and Janus grins as Roman's vacant eyes roll back into his head as he moans, body tensing and relaxing as if he's actually being squeezed. 

"Think of my voice, slipping you deeper and deeper into a trance. You feel the pressure of heavy coils around you, don't you? And you can hear me, can't you? Obviously, they're my coils. They're rolling over your hips and squeezing your throat." Janus's fingers slip away from Roman's neck, though he's delighted to hear the latter gasp and splutter pathetically, as if he's still being choked. "And in order to feel more of that intoxicating pleasure, you just have to keep listening to my voice. You just have to listen and do as I say. You can handle such a simple task, can't you?"

"Yes... yes," Roman breathes.

"You can listen?"

"I can listen... I can listen."

Janus smiles, stroking Roman's hair the way one would praise a pet. "Good, good. You can obey, can't you?"

"I can... obey. I can obey." 

Letting out a pleased, closed-mouth laugh, Janus pets his head more firmly, before guiding Roman forward, smiling at how easily he moves to follow Janus's hands. 

Settling on the far end of the couch with his legs spread, Janus beckons Roman forwards. 

"You seemed to have no problem telling me how much you love Kaa," Janus comments, as Roman's empty eyes look at him, revealing a lack of thoughts within his head despite the fact his mouth moves as if speaking, no doubt uttering Janus's mantra under his breath. "How about you start explaining how much you love me. I am the one making you feel so nice and empty and obedient, aren't I?" 

"Yes." Roman nearly gasps out the word as his head bows, and after a few seconds of incoherent muttering, he begins with "I love your feet." 

Perhaps it's because where his head begins, but the admission startles Janus, and almost causes him to stammer as he goes "not just speak your thoughts, Roman. Act them too. Perform your love in such a way that I'll be able to feel it's pleasurable affects." 

Roman whines at the command, though there's no real annoyance behind it, as he instead slowly rolls Janus's socks off, and lowers his head to kiss at the tops of Janus's feet. His tongue darts out of his mouth to gently lick over the scales on one of them, before his nose is pushing up the bottom of Janus's pants, bringing Roman's breath over Janus's ankles. 

"And your scales," Roman vocalizes, kissing each individual scale with half-lidded eyes. "They glimmer in the sun, like treasure being illuminated by golden rays. And they're so smooth. I love the feeling of my hands gliding over them when rubbing you." Roman's fingertips ghost over Janus's other ankle, before firmly rubbing soft circles into the skin. "I also love the way you gasp and moan happily when I rub lotion onto them, or the way your body twitches when I kiss each particular scale." 

He whines again when the pants stop abruptly midway up Janus's calf, leaving Roman deprived. So, Janus uses his fingers to guide Roman's chin further upwards, watching as he scoots forward so that Janus's thighs are propped up against his shoulders. 

He then guides Roman's hands to the zipper on his pants, smiling when he seems to understand that he's supposed to pull the zipper down, and Janus's boxers partially down with it.

"I love your cocks," Roman moans, as they're pulled from Janus's boxers. "I love when you... when you put them inside of me. Or when I'm cuddling with you and I can feel you getting worked up. It's like..." Roman gasps, hips rolling against the couch as he's suddenly distracted by the pressure rolling over him. 

Janus laughs, amused by Roman's sudden change in priorities. 

"Hey, pretty boy," Janus muses, dragging his pointer finger underneath Roman's chin. "I know you're addicted to the feeling of being squeezed..." As if on cue, Roman lets out a choked off moan, arms giving out underneath him, and leaving his head level with Janus's cocks, both of which were hard. Roman's eyes dart over them, and he melts further into the couch, hands tensing and twitching against the couch, his hips rubbing against the surface of the couch.

"But, this isn't about you." Roman whines at Janus's words, drool pooling in the corner of his mouth. "This is about me, remember? You're just my prey. My silly, helpless, horny prey. What else do you like about my cocks? Do you like how they stretch your tight hole open? How they fill your hole up when I come?" Roman moans at Janus's words, and Janus feels a weird flush creep up his chest at the idea of Roman being so submissive towards him that he thinks about being bred regularly, and gets off on Janus merely talking about fucking him. 

"Yes," Roman whines, looking up at Janus pleadingly. His cloudy eyes reflect pure desire, and Janus can only grin. "Yes, I want them inside of me. Please, please, please. I'm your dumb prey, please. I'm silly and helpless, and I can listen and obey." 

"Oh, good boy. Submitting so fast for me, hm?" Janus pets Roman's hair, dragging his head closer, and Roman nods and whines, mouth already falling open obediently. 

Janus uses his free hand to position one of his cocks at Roman's mouth, before he's guiding Roman's head down his cock, the other dragging along Roman's face. Precome drips onto Roman's pretty face, as he gags around the shaft being shoved further down his throat. Even though he's relaxed, that doesn't mean he's any less of an inexperienced slut. Janus likes to alternate between the holes he uses to make sure Roman stays tight and hesitant regardless of how he takes it. 

Praising him softly, Janus is nice enough to pause the movie for them. It's moved past the scene with Kaa - an all-too-short scene Janus is deciding - and he's sure Roman will want to finish it eventually.

Roman moans, teary eyes looking up at Janus. Under his breath, Janus curses, and if he didn't know that Roman's mind was completely melted, he'd assume the lustfully innocent look Roman was giving him was secretly devious. But, no; Roman just has dick-sucking eyes, and looking into them, Janus felt a pleasurable shiver course up his spine. 

Roman's tongue sloppily drags along the underside of Janus's cock as one of his eyes close, Janus's other cock rubbing against it. Moaning around it causes Janus to let out a moan of his own as pleasurable vibrations are sent up his cock. 

"You look so pretty," Janus coos, a flush spreading over his face as he stares at the drool being fucked out of Roman's mouth. 

He really was a sight to behold. 

Eyes squeezing shut, Roman gags again, whining directly after as his nose presses against the bottom of Janus's shirt. Taking Janus down fully wasn't a difficult feat - Roman could definitely do it if Janus let him more often - but since he scarcely got the opportunity to suck him off, he seemed to be struggling. He was clearly proud though, and through his choking sounds, and the tears in his eyes, he seems to be expecting praise. 

"You're taking my cock so well," Janus whispers, fingers tugging at the knots in Roman's hair. "Maybe after I come down your throat, you can compliment me more. How does that sound? You only made it up to my waist before getting distracted, after all." He guides Roman's head upwards with his hand, before pushing it back down, watching as Roman gags and moans in one breath. 

"Maybe I'll even let you come in between." 

Roman cries out loud at the idea, hips rolling harder against the couch, and Janus can't help softly laughing. 

"You like that? Well, if you do a good enough job swallowing my come, I suppose I'll let you. Does that sound like a fair enough deal, love?" Roman chokes, a tear rolling down his face as drool drips onto the couch underneath him. By this point, the front of his hair was matted and sticky from the precome dripping onto it, but Roman didn't have a single care, let alone a single thought behind his eyes. 

All he knew was how to listen and obey. 

With more vigor, Roman works to bob his head faster, choking more frequently but sucking desperately. It was hard to tell whether he wanted to please Janus or come himself, but Janus found himself amused by the desperation surrounding either option. Roman was just so cute as a mindless slut!

Nearing his own orgasm, Janus is clinging to the arm of the couch, desperate to hold off for as long as possible. Roman couldn't tell the difference regardless, and Janus wanted to savor the sight of his muscular boyfriend laying limp on the couch, hips twitching as they thrust while his head moves up and down Janus's cock. Having such a hunk submit to him wasn't abnormal in the slightest, but that didn't mean Janus would ever take the sight for granted. 

"I'm close," Janus breathes, panting as Roman sucks harder on his cock. He moans at Janus's admission, grinding forcefully against the couch. 

Coming hard, Janus spills partially into Roman's mouth and partially into his hair, causing semen to spray over Roman's face. It mixes in with the tears dripping down his cheeks and as Janus pulls Roman's head away, Roman chokes and struggles, but eventually swallows the come in his mouth obediently. 

"Good boy," Janus praises, pushing Roman's face away. "You're so good. Good at listening, good at obeying. And you're so pretty to look at. Sit up for me, won't you?" 

Roman does as he's told, sitting up obediently. He's visibly hard in his sweatpants, sweaty and messy and glistening with come, sweat, and tears. He's very subtly rolling his hips against the couch, mindlessly awaiting a command. 

"What do you think, prey? Think you deserve to come?"

Quick to nod, Roman pathetically moans out "yes- yes! Please!" His neck and chest flex, eyes rolling back into his head momentarily as he lets out a gutteral moan. 

As tempting as it was to deprive roman further, his little prince deserved it. 

"Alright, love. I suppose you've been good and obedient," Janus coos, petting Roman's hair. "Listened so well. How do you want to get off, huh? Do you want me to return the favor and suck you off?" Roman moans, but Janus just hums, as if debating other options. "I could palm you through your jeans, couldn't I? Rub you to get you off?" 

Roman moans again, head lolling to the side as he drools, hips moving feverishly against the couch. 

Janua grins. 

Watching Roman squirm desperately, cloudy eyes staring at Janus, he almost feels guilty about what he's going to do. However, that quickly fades. Roman will feel intense pleasure regardless, who cares how he gets it? 

"Hmm...." Janus's pointer finger taps against his chin as he thinks, before he finally lights up, seemingly with an idea. "Ah, here we go! Come, now."

Violently, Roman's body spasms against the couch, head falling back in a loud cry. His hips stutter against the surface, tears coursing down his face as his body instinctively flexes and relaxes. His hands dig into the couch as his chest leans forward, thighs spread and giving Janus a clear view towards the growing dark spot on the front of Roman's light coloured sweats. 

Coming in his pants? How pathetically cute. 

Roman's orgasm is intense and drawn out, as he humps the couch throughout it, before finally he collapses, panting. His body twitches periodically as he drools onto the couch, but he ultimately looks blissful. 

Janus lets him catch his breath for a moment, before he lets out a sigh of his own. "Alright, darling. Let's get you out of those nasty pants and into the shower. Okay?" 

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"Hey, Virgil."

Logan's soft voice still sounds deafeningly loud, and his fingers gently prodding Virgil's back earn an unhappy grunt as he stirs. He cracks an eye open to look up from where he lays on Logan's bare thigh. 

It'd been a lot of begging to get Logan in shorts, but once he was, Virgil had been quick to curl up on the warm skin. The fat on Logan's thighs made a comfortable pillow, and Virgil fell asleep fast, but it meant being woken up was all the more upsetting. 

"What?" Virgil groans, rubbing his eyes as he turns his face upwards, catching the reflection of a lamp in Logan's glasses that shields his blue eyes from being seen, but Virgil can tell Logan is looking at him. Judging by the neutral expression on Logan's lips, Virgil assumes Logan was gazing at him softly. 

Sympathetically, Logan's thumb gently grazes over Virgil's hair, rubbing softly, before his nail lightly scratches Virgil's scalp. "Remus wants to play," Logan quietly says, the statement open ended. It offers Virgil the ability to concur or refuse to give in to Remus, and potentially go back to sleep, but Virgil just sighs as he leans into Logan's fingers. 

"Right now?" Virgil whines, eyes lingering shut as he's pet, before he forces them open again. 

Logan nods, answering "right now. I can tell him no, of course, but I figured I'd at least present the option to you, just in case." 

Virgil hums, as if debating the options. on one hand, he was extremely comfortable on Logan's thighs, and doesn't really feel like moving. But on the other, he knows that he'll be carried, and he knows that he'll receive so much pleasure, albeit a few insults and a little bit of rough manhandling because that's just how Remus is.

The real question Is whether or not he accepts.

Logan waits for his answer, but does turn back to his work, and Virgil hears the light scratch of a pencil on paper while he waits.

The sound essentially serves as white noise, and almost puts Virgil back to sleep, only for Logan's thumb in his hair to bring him back to full consciousness. 

Clearly, neither of them are rushed, but Virgil still feels a little bit of pressure to get an answer out fast, and so after a few minutes of shaking himself awake, he gently pats Logan's thigh and expresses that he's willing to go indulge Remus. 

Logan nods, though he stays silent, and seems to be finishing up a paper. In a matter of minutes though, he finishes, and Virgil is gently scooped up into Logan's hands as he stands.

Virgil watches as Logan hesitates, probably debating over whether or not he should get changed, before realizing that Remus is just going to strip him down the same way that he's going to strip Virgil down. So changing into more clothes, or at least more modest clothes, didn't really make sense. 

After that brief internal quarrel, Logan's fingers curl protectively around Virgil's tiny body, and he's held lovingly against Logan's chest. Such gentle actions would be more familiar coming from Roman or even Janus, but Virgil was slowly learning that Logan had a secret soft side that was only really seen in private. It made Virgil feel all the more special that he got to experience it firsthand.

Despite the fact Remus wouldn't care if they were to just walk in without even bothering to check if he was decent, Logan still knocks on the door and announces his presence. There's heavy clatter on the other side, as well as brief screaming that's cut off almost immediately, before Remus is throwing open his door. Humid air seems to rush out, hitting both Virgil and Logan head on, as Remus stands in the doorway, partially nude and extremely sweaty.

"Logan! Virgil!" Remus exclaims, throwing his arms up in the air excitedly. "So glad you guys decided to join me! I was hoping you two would accept!" His hands flap in a happy stim, before he's grabbing Logan's free hand and pulling him inside.

Logan is then immediately pushed on to Remus's bed, with Remus crawling on to it afterwards and sitting on his knees, leaning forward as if expecting to see Virgil too. He looks impatiently between Logan's face and his cupped hand, before loudly asking if Virgil is still asleep. 

The irony of the question being asked in such a tone actually serves to make Logan huff out of laugh, before he's tilting his hand in a way that Remus can see a little man sitting inside of it. The sight of Virgil makes Remus grin, before giddily clapping his hands.

"I have so many ideas," Remus announces, as he swipes Virgil up into his own hands.

Obviously, he's still a tad bit careful, but compared to Logan he's a lot more reckless. In his day-to-day life, he operates under the impression that their invincible simply because if they die they'll come back again tomorrow completely unharmed. *But,* he's also aware of the fact that Virgil would rather not be killed in any sort of way, and so has to be mindful of how rough he can be while Virgil's in such a vulnerable state. 

The first thing he does, is pull Virgil's clothes off of him, before tossing them onto the floor, not seeming to realize the fact that they're going to be hell to find later due to the mess on Remus floor. In the process of getting Virgil naked, Remus's eyes flick towards Logan, and he asks "aren't you going to strip for me, too?"

His voice is low, and somewhat threatening, and though it makes Logan flush, he doesn't offer Remus any reaction, instead doing as told and ridding himself of his own clothes. Remus seems to be pleased with that obedience though, and with a delighted hum he carefully sets Virgil on the bed in front of him so he can throw off his own shirt and pants, bare skin shamelessly on display for the other two to see. Logan is a lot more reserved, and though he's just as naked, he sits with his thighs pressed together, regaining some dignity. Meanwhile Virgil stays curled up as best he can. He's not uncomfortable, more so just shy.

The fact he's so shy makes Remus coo, before prodding at Virgil's body and eventually pushing him onto his back using only his pointer. With his bare chest and thighs on display, Remus slides his nail over the expanse of Virgil's pale chest, before circling around his cock, which was growing harder by the second.

"Whore," Remus states, in a sing-songy voice. Clearly, he's just trying to tease, but as Virgil looks towards Logan's face, he sees that Logan's paying rapt attention to him too. His eyes hungrily look Virgil up and down, and Virgil can tell his mind is racing over what he wants to do to Virgil now that they're in a sexual situation. Virgil can't help blushing a dark red at the thoughts of what they were going to do to him. 

"What should we start off with, huh?" Remus asks, though it's unsure whether his question was directed towards Logan or Virgil. he keeps talking though, clearly not caring who answers, so long as he gets acknowledgment. "Do you want me to grind against you? Do you want me to shove your head against my cock and make you worship it? I can do that. I can do anything, and you, *both of you,* will willingly take it like sluts." 

Logan swallows the spit in his mouth while Virgil's hands come up to hide his face, losing himself underneath Remus's gaze. 

"Awww, you're so cute," Remus coos, before his pointer finger suddenly presses against Virgil's cock, earning a surprised moan as Virgil's head falls against the mattress.

Remus's grin widens, as he looks towards Logan to see that Logan's pressing his thighs tighter together, clearly enjoying the little show that Remus is putting on for him.

"Come here, Logan," Remus then states, finger lifting off of Virgil. Logan scoots forward, eyes training on Remus, clearly awaiting his next instructions. He was simply happy to be following orders, and to be doing things right, as well as enjoying Remus's attention as much as Virgil was enjoying it. This was a pleasurable experience for both of them, after all. 

"You know what we're going to do, right, baby?" Remus asks, as he grabs Logan by the upper arms and pulls him even closer. Logan stares at Remus, trying to gauge his current mood, before honestly shaking his head back and forth. They hadn't discussed this beforehand, and Remus knew that. He just wanted to tease Logan a bit. 

Virgil looks between the two of them, face red as Remus pulls Logan closer and whispers in his ear, sharing the details regarding how they were going to play with their tiny toy. 

When they part, Logan looks red, but determined. Always wanting to be the most competent, Virgil could only assume Logan was already mentally determining how to do the best he could while also figuring out how to please both Virgil and Remus in the process. Their pleasure mattered just as much as following instructions. 

Without warning, Virgil's lifted up off the bed, and dangled by his arms a few centimeteres from it. His legs kick instinctively, but he's not fighting to get away. He actually seems quite interested in his current position, albeit curious. 

With the way he being held, Virgil can only see Remus and not Logan, but he feels movement on the bed behind him. 

Logan's fingers curl around his body, and against his back Virgil feels a moist sort of warmth.

It didn't take a genius to decipher what he was doing. Virgil flushes at the fact that Logan's cock was undoubtedly pressed against his back.

When he sees Remus scooting even closer though, he turns a darker shade of red. With his free hand, Remus grabs his own cock, and give it a few teasing strokes, before he's shoving it up against Virgil's front and letting go of his hands, effectively trapping him between the two shafts. 

Virgil's body is squeezed from both sides by the giants' cocks. A mixture of heat and pressure stimulate his body, and as he hears Remus let out a lewd moan, and starts to feel movement, he realizes that Logan and Remus are grinding against each other, rubbing their cocks together an attempt to get them both off. He can only guess that this was Remus's idea, and he's definitely not complaining.

Not only was the pressure nice, but the constant friction from them rubbing against each other stimulated his own cock as well. his face was smushed into Remus's shaft, and the musk was overwhelming, but he found himself enjoying it. The heat that came with being trapped was a little less bearable, but Virgil found he couldn't focus too much on the sweat when he was too busy moaning from the pleasure.

He hears Logan let out a muffled gasp, and then hears them both moan, and for a moment he's a little bit jealous he can't see the show being put on about him, before the pressure gets more intense and it redirects his focus once more. He sucks in a sharp breath of his own, hoping that he isn't crushed to death between his lovers cocks, before suddenly both Remus and Logan pull away.

He falls unceremoniously onto the mattress, glancing up and panting, as he tries to determine what they're going to do next. He watches Remus shove Logan onto his back, and then watches as they kiss more, before Remus is reaching underneath him to grab Virgil again. 

Virgil gasps at the sudden hold, but then he's being kissed roughly by Remus, Remus's tongue darting out to lick over to Virgil's body. It focused specifically on his cock, almost teasingly licking over it, only for Remus to pull him away suddenly and look at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Are you really leaking pre right now?" Remus asks, with a scoff, like he isn't leaking as well. "You're really getting off on being trapped between Logan and I? do you like the smell of sweat that much? The pressure? The threat of semen being spilled onto your tiny body at any moment, effectively drowning you in it? You're disgusting. Fucking whore." Remus spits his words out, before tonguing over Virgil's cock some more, dragging his tongue between the tiny's legs. 

Virgil cries out in pleasure, hips thrusting forward desperately, up until Logan awkwardly clears his throat. 

Remus pulls away from Virgil, which earns a pathetic whine, but with a stern look from Remus, Virgil swallows the rest of his protests. He didn't want to even imagine the punishments Remus would inact on him while at this size. 

"Am I neglecting you?" Remus asks, sounding more like a teasing observation than a genuine question. "Is your pathetic cock leaking too?" 

Virgil hears Logan gasp, paired with the sound of a flick, and he desperately wishes Remus would turn him around. 

"Well, I guess I can fix both of your problems, since you both like to complain so much." 

As if his wish is being granted, Virgil's suddenly turned around, momentarily getting to see Logan's flushed body and leaking cock, lips already swelling from how hard Remus must have been biting them, and a plethora of hickeys already lining his neck and shoulders.

However, Virgil doesn't get to look for very long, as he's suddenly being dropped. 

He hears a whine come from Logan's mouth as Virgil lands on his stomach against the former's cock.

He tries to push himself into a sitting position, or a crawling position at least, but the moment he gets a proper enough stance, Remus's thumb is pushing him back down again, forcing his head against Logan's shaft. 

Both Logan and Virgil let out moans, before Virgil feels the familiar weight of Remus's cock on him again, this time pressed against his back. 

With their new position, the weight is even more crushing, and Remus's quicker, more desperate thrusts on top of him move him back and forth against Logan's shaft. With his own cock trapped between his body and the cock underneath him, the friction he recieves from being grinded back and forth causes him to cry out again, getting a mouthful of sweat as his lips part so he can moan. 

He doesn't care though, and instead finds himself overwhelmed by pleasure. The stimulation against his cock and his nipples feels so good, and Virgil's hands squeeze pathetically at the shaft beneath him, attempting to grab anything solid, though he doesn't latch on to anything.

Instead, the feeling of Virgil's body being moved between his and Remus's cocks makes Logan moan in pleasure, hands desperately clawing at Remus's shoulders. He attempts to pull him closer, and Remus obliges, laying more of his weight against Logan and kissing him hard. With their mixed precome as lube, their cocks slide effortlessly against each other, both of them whining at the feeling of Virgil's body between them. 

Neither of them even realize when Virgil comes. Virgil hardly realizes it himself, only seeming to process it when the overstimulation sets in, and he squirms with a whine, writhing in a mixture of his own mess and Logan and Remus's precome and sweat. 

The grinding against him actually gets more feverish, as Logan and Remus near their own orgasms. He hears Remus let out a gutteral moan, grabbing both cocks with his hands to squeeze them together and stroke them both desperately, causing both Remus and Logan to cry out pathetically. Virgil gasps and struggles to suck in a breath, but the added pressure pleases him more, stimulating his already oversensitive his body. 

His spit adds to the mess surronding him, though it was hardly noticeable. Drool spilling from his mouth mixes with the pre coating his boating, effectively ruining him in the most beautiful way. 

Above him, Remus is coaxing and teasing Logan, who had whined out that he's close.

Virgil doesn't even think about the fact that an orgasm from one of them would completely surrond and choke him, let alone from both of them, and he gets his first taste of it moments later, as Logan suddenly lets out a loud moan, and comes hard over Remus's hand, his own chest, and Virgil's tiny body. 

The come flooding over him surprises him, and the force of it washing over him and spilling into his mouth is so amazingly pleasurable that Virgil comes again. Tears brim in his eyes at the overwhelming sensation, as he struggles to breathe with the added secretions. 

Fortunately, Remus's cock lifts off of his body, and allows him to suck in a few much needed gasps, before the tip of Remus's cock is tapping against Virgil's chest. 

"Prepare yourself, Virge," Remus grunts, hand working quick over his own cock. The warning is meant to be teasing, but Virgil braces himself anyway, pressing his lips together and shutting his eyes, only to feel a wave of come rush over him. Remus pumps an obnoxiously large amount over his body, groaning in pleasure all the while as he strokes himself through his orgasm. When he's finally finished, he pulls away, breathing heavily, before picking Virgil up and fidgeting with him between his fingers. 

Snorting, Remus affectionately mumbles "disgusting," before planting a kiss to the center of Virgil's soaked chest. 

They'll clean up later. For now, Remus sets Virgil against Logan's chest, and watches as Logan's hand protectively curls over him. Grinning, Remus tosses an arm over Logan, hugging him tight.

 After-sex cuddles were always nice. 

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Janus knows what to expect the moment that he hears loud footsteps coming down the hallway, making their way to his door.

He'd been in this situation way too many times, enough to be able to identify Remus's presence just by the sound and weight of his footsteps. Despite this however, Janus still ends up jumping when his door is roughly thrown open, causing it to collide with the wall before slowly swinging shut again, only for Remus to grab it and fully push it open. He struts inside, as if it's his own room, a wide grid on his face all the while. 

"Hey, Janus," Remus sings, as he carelessly flops himself onto the bed. "I've got a surprise for you. And I bet you're going to love it!" 

That was a stretch, considering a majority of Remus's surprises often end up with Janus getting hurt, or being given something gory that Janus wasn't necessarily grossed out by, but he also wasn't too fond of. After all, you can only scrub the blood out of your carpet so many times before it starts to get annoying.

However, Remus seems persistent, as he claims "trust me, you won't be able to predict this one," as his hands fall to his zipper. Janus can immediately interpret that they're going to be doing something sexual, and sighs as he watches Remus pull his cock out. He's half hard, which isn't unusual for Remus, but he does motion towards the floor in front of his spread legs. Seriously? Remus wants Janus to kneel on the floor in front of him? Janus almost laughs at the sheer audacity.

Rolling his eyes, he quips "my surprise is that I have to please you? Yeah, I'll pass. I'm not too fond of working without reward." He scoots further back onto his bed, as a form of protest, ignoring the way Remus's bottom lip juts out in a pout. 

"I promise you it'll be worth it!" 

Remus's hands tangle into Janus's bed sheets, holding them tight as if worried he'll pounce on Janus and shake him profusely. He just wanted the latter to understand that it'll be fun! And rewarding in the end. 

"And if you still think it's not afterwards, I'll return the favor and get you off anyway too. Win-win situation!' 

Sighing, Janus leans forward. Sure, there was the chance he could suck Remus off only for his come to end up being lava or something, but Remus seemed weirdly serious, and surprisingly insistent, as if there was something he really wanted Janus to see. 

He doesn't respond verbally, though he does slide off the bed and begrudgingly sit himself on the floor, knees folded underneath him. Remus giddily claps his hands, before a hand gently tangles in Janus's hair and pulls him closer, eager to have Janus's lips around his cock. 

Janus ignores his usual groaning and reprimand of Remus's impatience and instead leans forward, wrapping his lips around the tip. Remus lets out a dramatic groan at the action, leaning back to let Janus do all the work. Janus meanwhile wonders how getting Remus off is going to result in some sort of gift, but pushes forward anyway, hollowing his cheeks as he takes Remus's cock further into his mouth. 

Hand tangling in his hair, Remus pulls more forcefully this time, and attempts to push Janus down more. Impatient as always. 

When Janus's nose finally rests against Remus's pelvis, he looks up with unamused eyes. Effortlessly deep-throating Remus, he relies on giving pleasure with his forked tongue, which drags across the underside of the latter's shaft. Remus grins down at him, buzzing with excitement. 

But, there's something different about his excitement, as if Remus is physically repressing confessing a secret. 

It's definitely interesting, but Janus can't exactly ask about it with a cock in his mouth. Deciding to get something guaranteed out of this exchange, Janus spreads his knees and palms himself, hand dragging over his front as he finally lets a moan spill from his mouth. The vibrations from his voice cause Remus to moan louder, as his hands tug at Janus's hair. Sucking in a sharp breath, Remus tugs Janus's head up, before pushing it back down, and Janus lets him. 

Normally, he was prissy when it came to control, and he hardly ever let Remus fuck his face, but there was something about his desperation that encouraged Janus to neglect reprimanding him this time. 

Mutters of "fuck, this feels so good," and "you're going to love this. I know it! I promise," slip past Remus's mouth as his other hand comes to Janus's head, pushing him down hard as he fucks into his mouth, careless and intense, and the force causes Janus to finally gag as Remus's cock slams against the back of his throat. 

Remus just moans out louder when Janus lets out a gag, clearly more into the fact that he's causing Janus oral discomfort than the fact that he's actually getting his dick sucked, though Janice knew that Remus was actually finding both pleasurable, he was just demonstrating his bias towards pain. 

With Janus's tongue working feverishly over the shaft, It doesn't take long until Remus is whining out that he's close. In fact, he resorts to holding Janus's head at his tip, and keeping him still, while Remus's own hand strokes the rest of his cock, pumping hard and digging his fingers deep into the sensitive genitalia, groaning at his own efforts.

When Remus comes, it's sudden and forceful, and despite the fact that Janus has swallowed down plenty of Remus's sexual secretions before, it never ceases to startle him when it's suddenly being pumped down his throat.

He swallows part of it down, knowing for a fact that he can't take all of it at once, before he feels something squirming in the second half.

Face immediately scrunching up in disgust, Janus can only imagine that absolute delight Remus feels right now. As he rushes to pull away from Remus's cock, he wonders what enjoyment the aforementioned man could possibly get out of shoving a bug (or something of the sort) down his cock and then forcing it into Janus's mouth. Glaring up at Remus, Janus feels bitter upon seeing excited look on Remus's face, mixed with a blissful flush.

He spits the writhing thing onto the bed, as well as a lot of come, before turning to Remus. 

"You're disgusting," Janus hisses, clearly unhappy. "Get out of my room; I don't even want your pathetic attempt at a make-up gift."

But Remus doesn't budge, instead nodding over to the thing Janus spit out.

"You didn't even look at it," Remus claims, kicking his legs back in the fourth happily. He sounds innocently genuine as he says it, head even cocking to the side to add to the guiltless look.

"I don't need to look at it to be able to tell that it's a bug, Remus," Janus spits, moving to stand on his feet while wiping his mouth off, both to clean off the remaining come, and as a dramatized act of spite.

Still, Remus sits there with a smile on his face.

"Huh," he states, tapping a finger to his chin. "Being called a bug... I wonder if he gets off on that. Do you get off on that?" 

Ignoring Janus, Remus turns to the writhing ball of come. Janus watches as Remus flicks it, and how after he does so, the thing rolls onto its back and reveals itself to be Logan. He's shaking and coughing, but moans as Remus's finger roughly drags over his front, wiping just enough come from his body to allow Janus to clearly see that this is the logical side, humiliated and red in the face.

still, Remus stares intensely at Logan, and presses down hard over his cock as he goes "Well? I asked you a question. Answer me." 

Despite the fact Logan's shaking, and looks as if he's barely comprehending anything happening, he moans again. "Y-yes," he stammers, voice sounding shaky and almost completely broken. just hearing it causes a pink blush to come to Janus's face. How much time did Remus need to spend breaking him in in order to get him to sound so utterly wrecked? Surely, it must have taken a while. 

Cheery at the answer, Remus turns back to Janus, before he picks Logan up carelessly and dangles by his leg in front of Janus's face.

Logan doesn't even bother to fight back as he hangs there, instead just letting out a pathetic sob at the stimulation suddenly being pulled from him. 

"Was he in your cock that entire time? " Janus asks, looking both shocked and flustered.

Remus is quick to nod. "Yes! He was! Well, more or less. This pathetic sex toy has been swimming in my balls all day, choking on my come and humping against the walls of my sack." He emphasizes his words by shaking Logan back and forth slightly, earning another cry to spill from the tiny's mouth. "It's been torture feeling him relentlessly squirm and masturbate inside of me. I've been walking around hard all day just waiting for you to have to break so I could share him with you. After all, he feels better than any toy I've ever played with. I thought you'd find him fun too." 

Logan lets out of soft moan at the praise, clearly incapable of formulating any genuine thoughts. Momentarily, Janice wonders if he could speak more than a couple words at a time, or if his mind was too melted by pleasure to be able to speak like an intellectual anymore.

Remus glances between Janus and Logan, before moving Logan closer towards the former, holding him out like an offering, though Logan's face is getting redder due to the blood rushing to it. This had been the surprise all along: a miniature plaything that was merely hidden inside of Remus's cock; the same way a toy would be hidden inside of wrapping paper.

"Don't you want to play with your prize?" Remus asks, squealing with glee when Janus slowly offers his hand out, catching Logan when he's promptly dropped. 

"He looks completely overstimulated," Janus says, as he maneuvers Logan between his fingers to inspect him. Aside from the violent shaking, Logan was also very clearly crying, and gasping every time he was even touched, as if his entire body was overly sensitive. 

"He is," Remus responds, rolling his eyes. "I played with him a bit too, before trapping him. The slut got off on flirting with death, if that gives you any inspiration." 

"So you like the risk?" Janus asks, turning to Logan now, while Remus pulls Janus into his lap. 

Remus's bare cock rubs against the bottom of Janus's clothed ass, and Remus groans as he unashamedly rolls his hips upwards to gain more friction, though his eyes stay focused on Janus, clearly interested in whatever Janus will choose to do.

Initially, Janus just drags his thumb over Logan's front, silently musing at the way Logan jolts with each brush over his nipples or rub over his cock, before startling when Logan comes suddenly. It's a dry orgasm, but an orgasm nonetheless, and he looks exhausted as his body shakes violently. Janus can't help grinning at the overly pathetic display. Remus's smile matches his own.  

"You were right," Janus states, before uttering "surprisingly," under his breath. "This is quite a good gift. I'm always looking for new toys." 

Remus's hands flap in a delighted stim at Janus's words, before he exclaims "I know you are! That's why you were the first person I thought about after using him myself. I tortured him for a bit, just to make sure he was completely ruined for you; that way he'd be entirely malleable and obedient. Just how I know you like your playthings."

Janus hums, appreciative of Remus's earlier thoughts. He had to admit, Remus did know what he liked. And aside from the fact that the once tidy and self-assured logical side could hardly even speak, he also looked absolutely delicious. Janus momentarily wonders what it must have felt like on Remus's end having Logan shoved down his balls, before thinking about it from Logan's perspective.

Had he been down there choking on Remus's come all day? Did he have to fight not to run out of air? Was it hot? Humid?

Remus had very confidently stated that Logan had been getting off inside of him throughout the duration of the day, so something about the experience must have been at least a bit pleasurable. It's quite embarrassing that Logan enjoyed such a humiliating place, but the fact that he got off on being treated like nothing but a toy thrills Janus to no end.

Slowly, Logan's lifted to Janus's lips, and Logan can't even bring himself to prop himself up to get a better view of what was awaiting him. 

Janus's forked tongue emerges from his lips, wiggling in the air momentarily as it takes in the heavy smell of sex and sweat, before it teases Logan's chest. Instinctively, Logan wiggles and moans, and tries to pull away, but there's nowhere for him to go.

Logan was completely at Janus's mercy, and both of them knew it. So what made the dynamic so much more appealing.

Especially as Janus's tongue pushes down fully over Logan's body, dragging hard over his cock and chest, before enveloping his face in a french kiss Logan couldn't escape from, unable to breathe during it. When Janus decides to take pity on him, Logan's left with a considerable amount of spit mixed in with the remainders of come still dripping off of him. The sight of him all messy is really one to behold. 

Logan writhes under Janus's gaze, but it's not like Janus has any intention of letting him go. Though, the thought of Logan almost having drowned inside Remus gives him a twisted thought. 

Grabbing hold of Remus's chin, Janus uses his thumb to gently part his mouth open.

Then, in a quick motion, he's stuffing Logan into it, pushing his front half past Remus's lips, before pulling his own hand away and replacing it with his own mouth, trapping Logan between two dueling sensations: Remus's sharp teeth and textured tongue, which licks desperately over Logan's body, and Janus's dangerous fangs and forked tongue, which seems to be targeting different parts of his body specifically. All three of them nearly moan in tandem, with Logan letting out an overstimulated cry while Remus's is more one of surprise. And Janus is getting used to the taste of Logan. 

It's indescribable; delicious in a way, addicting, even, and each mouthful of spit he swallows around Logan's body makes him feel hot and hornier, as if something about Logan at this shrunken state made him a little sex pill that made everything more intensely pleasurable. Meanwhile Logan himself was being overstimulated further, sobbing in pleasure as he's rolled within their mouths, carelessly pushed against their teeth, and sometimes smushed between their tongues while they passionately embraced. 

Remus has a tight hold on Janus's hair, keeping him close so he can kiss Janus deeper. Janus almost suspects it to be a ploy to steal Logan from his mouth, instead of sharing, so before Remus gets the chance, Janus is lightly biting down on Logan's middle and pulling away. 

Logan's lower half remains in Janus's mouth, being sucked on and licked over carelessly. With so much stimulation on his cock, Logan pathetically comes again, though once more it's dry. It causes him to go limp against Janus's lips, moaning quietly at the overstimulation. Remus whines at the loss of the taste, but watches intently as Janus sucks for a few moments, before tilting his head back and pulling Logan fully into his mouth. 

He lets his tongue run over Logan's body a few times, groaning as Remus's hands grip his hips tight and force Janus's body down, grinding upwards to gain friction. 

But Remus abruptly freezes when Janus tilts his head back further, and swallows again. 

There's a combination of surprise and amusement on Remus's face as he watches a small bump travel through Janus's throat, and he leans forward to kiss the lump as it's pushed further down, before Janus let's out a relieved sigh, and Remus excitedly guesses where Logan is now.

The logical side, after being once again relentlessly stimulated and massaged from all angles, had fallen into another dark, damp place, filled up to his lower thighs in fluid. But unlike when it had happened with Remus, this time Logan entered through the mouth, and the bile he had landed it was making his body tingle. 

Slowly, he starts to piece it together, attempting to stand only to stumble and fall back onto his knees in the acid. 

He lets out a soft whine as he feels his flesh start to digest, though the feeling isn't painful. It's akin to that of a limb falling asleep, though to a greater extent. Additionally, once again being trapped solely because he was tiny, and the others could do as they pleased was arousing him, so he forces himself onto his knees, and with an arm beneath the stomach contents, he strokes himself. 

He hears extremely muffled moaning before suddenly, he's jostled, thrown roughly into the pool of bile, while the shaking gets more intense. He's being thrown every which way, with waves of acid crashing down atop him. Desperately, he attempts to keep a hold on his cock, stroking faster in hopes of coming before he's fully melted away. 

His head falls back in an oversensitive cry, tears streaming down his face as he fucks into his hand, having trouble squeezing it now as his muscle is leisurely melted away. 

Finally, with his last bit of energy, he lets out a loud cry and has another dry orgasm, before falling back into the acid, fully succumbing to being digested, body mixing in with Janus's stomach contents.

Though he'll wake up fine tomorrow, the after effects of his melted body continue to stimulate Janus, who rides Remus roughly, both of them kissing to try and savor the aftertaste of Logan's body. In the midst of their heated arousal, neither of them notice that Logan himself has been easily digested away, and instead grab, grope, and fuck each other desperately spurred on by his former presence. 

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Logan's body tenses and he lets out of cry of pain as a flogger rakes over his thighs. Remy doesn't hold back at all with the force of his swing, and grins as he sees beads of blood begin to form, grabbing Logan's calf and maneuvering it so that he can lick at stripe up Logan's leg and catch the red in his mouth. Upon releasing the limb, Logan's body slightly sways back and forth, dangling from the chain he was hanging from. 

His wrists were cuffed above him, and then attached to a hook in the ceiling strong enough to support Logan's pudgy body, with a small chain allowing him a little space to swing slightly, which Remy enjoyed. 

Pushing him forward just to watch Logan tense as if expecting to be hit was so cute. 

Of course, the fear of being hit wasn't the only fear present. There was also the heavy collar around his neck that could send violent shocks of electricity through his body per the mere click of a button, or the other array of toys Remy had carelessly tossed onto a nearby table. They ranged from thick dildos with strange ridges and bumps to flat out knives and whips that Logan knew the feel of all too well. 

Already, the burn in his thigh from that first hit was exciting to him. He doesn't want to think about how quickly he'll succumb from just a few more cuts delivered by Remy's hand. 

Logan lets out an incoherent noise behind the thick ball gag in his mouth, but Remy just grins up at him. 

"What's the matter? Want something specific?" Remy teases, running his fingers lightly up Logan's thighs. "You've just got to use your words, babe." 

Logan's brows furrow. Remy is fully aware of the fact that he can't, but he doesn't seem to care, as he instead presses a few lazy kisses to Logan's wounded thigh before pulling away. His lips are stained with Logan's blood, though he quickly swipes at it with his tongue, eyes fluttering shut as if the taste is that good to him. 

Then his fingers are tightening around the flogger as he drags it over Logan's thighs, letting the tassels brush against the cuts he created moments ago, before they run over Logan's bare thigh, before trailing upward to very gently nudge against Logan's nipples. 

Logan switches quickly between tensing and relaxing depending on where the flogger trails. At any moment Remy could decide to pull back and hit him, but he seems to be waiting solely to draw out Logan's anticipation. After all, this wasn't fun if Logan could expect when and where the next hit would be. 

After bringing the flogger back to Logan's thighs, Remy suddenly delivers another hit, though not to Logan's legs, but to his chest instead. The thin tassels hit over Logan's pudgy tits and nipples, and Logan's body tenses as he moans in pain, back arching as he rocks back and forth on the chain once more. Tears prick his eyes as drool drips down his chin, but Remy simply leans forward to kiss over Logan's chest, before sucking over Logan's nipple, which causes a pathetically sensitive whine to slip from Logan's throat. He attempts to arch both away and into Remy's mouth, but he doesn't get a choice in the matter despite his best efforts, as Remy's hands on his hips hold him still. 

Remy doesn't please Logan for the sole reason of pleasing Logan, of course. He does it to torture him. He knows that if Logan comes without permission, Remy would be able to punish him and have an actual reason for it. 

After all, they'd established rules between the two of them. Logan does as Remy says, and he gets treated to sweet pleasure and a nice orgasm. But, if he breaks any rules, voice any pathetic complaints, or gets too greedy, Remy gets to deprive and torture him for as long as he desires. 

It really is a fair deal between them. at least, they must think so, as they both agreed to it, Logan with semi-curious anticipation, and Remy with a more sadistic sense of excitement. 

Regardless, as Remy pulls away from the one nipple, he reaches behind him and grabs a long, metal pole from the table lined with other instruments. There's a handle that Remy makes sure to keep his own hands wrapped around, and even little button to press, though he avoids clicking it for now. Logan eyes it nervously.

"Are you wondering what this is, babe?" Remy teases, as he smacks the metal pole against his own hand, tauntingly. "It's a brand new toy. I know how much do you love it when I surprise you." 

He knows that Logan values control, and part of that comes with understanding what each toy is going to do to him and preparing himself for it mentally - and sometimes physically - beforehand. So, Remy always liked to interject a new toy into their rotation to always keep Logan on his toes. Or, more accurately, to make Logan's toes curl.

Logan lets out a whimper of presumably fear, though his hips buck forwards, clearly displaying his excitement.

"I'd explain to you what it does, but I think it'd just be a lot more fun to show you. Don't you agree? Don't you love learning from experience? You always have preferred a more... kinesthetic way of learning," Remy teases, as he trails the cold tip of the pole up Logan's chest slowly. It makes Logan shiver. 

The end of the rod gently traces circles around Logan's nipple, before it brushes up against the bud, Remy grinning as it does so. Logan whines at the mirror contact of the cold stimulation against his otherwise hot body, but they were just getting started.

Thumb finding the button, Remy presses down on it, and is delighted to hear Logan cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as pure electricity and intense vibrations are sent through the rod and directly into Logan sensitive nipples. The sensation spreads quickly to the rest of his body, making him twitch, and jolt violently.

Remy merely presses the rod down harder, and smiles as Logan's pathetic body comes untouched. If he didn't already know how sensitive Logan's body was, he'd be more surprised, but Logan's fat tits were exceptionally susceptible to intense stimulation, and even if Remy was just groping them, it would still earn a dramatic reaction. So, a surplus amount of electricity and rapid vibrations forcing themselves onto his nipples were bound to earn an undeserved orgasm. 

Remy doesn't look surprised at all when Logan orgasms, merely wiping the come off his chest where it'd splattered over him, and then pulls the rod away from Logan's still-convulsing body.

Tears are coursing down Logan's cheeks, and he's hiccupping as he hangs limply, head slumped over. Remy could only imagine the intense aftershock and aches he must be feeling, especially over his chest, after the usage of such a toy. After Remy clicks it off, he trails the tip over the front of Logan's chest only to muse at the way Logan initially flinches upon contact, despite the fact the rod was no longer turned on.

"Tsk," Remy tuts, letting the rod drag all the way down to Logan's cock. With his free hand, he undoes the ball gag around Logan's head, solely to hear whatever meek reply the latter can muster. "Oh, Logan. You know better than that."

"I couldn't talk," Logan rasps out, panting. "I couldn't ask."

"You couldn't have held back?"

"No," Logan whines, sniffling. "I couldn't. I tried. I'm sorry." He sounds utterly pathetic as he whimpers out meek excuses and explanations, though he knows Remy isn't going to listen to any of them. 

Standing on his tip-toes, Remy's hand slides up Logan's chest, over his arms, and up the chain keeping him hooked to the ceiling. Leaning into Logan's ear, Remy whispers "no, you're not sorry. Not yet, at least," before he undoes the chain, causing Logan to fall onto the ground. He hits his knees hard, and falls onto his chest gracelessly, but his hair is grabbed moments later, and he's pulled back up. 

"Sorry, babe, but you don't get to rest yet. After all, you broke one of my rules." Remy places the sole of his foot against Logan's chest and kicks him onto his back, earning a whine from Logan. Turning back to his table of tools, Remy hesitates when deciding which to pick, before he grabs one and looks back towards Logan, grinning. 

Logan obediently stays on the floor, hands still locked together but thankfully not suspended above him anymore. Wide eyes stare at the dangerous instrument Remy holds in his hand. 

A long, thin knife with a black handle. It's polished and clean, but Logan doubts it'll stay that way for long.

Grabbing a small bottle as well, Remy gets on his knees and moves to lean over Logan's trembling body. He rolls the knife lazily between his fingers, as he moves Logan's legs to wrap around his waist. 

Pressing the tip to Logan's inner thigh, Remy slowly drags it upwards, circling it teasingly around Logan's leaking cock, before pushing it further upwards. He presses it to Logan's chest rather firmly, threatening to cut open Logan's skin if he dares to take a deep breath, and brushes it lightly over Logan's nipples, before it finally reaches Logan's throat. 

Once there, Remy slowly applies harder pressure, and grins at the way that Logan gasps underneath him, expecting to be cut and potentially killed at any point. Of course, Remy would never do something so malicious, but that doesn't mean that he couldn't be at least a little bit worried.

Remy's lips find the other side of his throat, pressing what's at first gentle kisses but eventually evolve into harsh nips over the expanse of skin. Logan whines at each one, jerking his head away, only for the knife to be pressed down harder as a warning. 

Logan gets the message, and tries to stay still.

As Remy finally sucks on the side of Logan's neck, he lets his teeth bite down a little bit harder, breaking the skin and drawing blood, loving the way Logan lets out a loud moan. Additionally, Logan's hip buck, and his cock juts against Remy's clothed chest, which has Remy pulling away with a whine. 

"Ugh, You're going to make a mess of my clothes!" Remy whines, immediately concerned with the fact that his white shirt and sleek jacket might be dirtied by Logan's pre-come.

Is the result in Remy setting down the knife momentarily in order to shrug off his jacket and pull off his shirt, exposing his lean chest. Logan tries not to stare to avoid inflating Remy's ego. 

Then, he quickly unbuttons his pants and tugs them down just enough to expose his cock. He's half-hard, clearly aroused from Logan's pathetic orgasm and pained screams. 

He grabs his knife and leans back over Logan seconds later, his cock now rubbing against Logan's and causing them both to groan. 

Momentarily, Logan forgets about the threat of pain, instead moaning and writhing as Remy purposely rolls his hips against Logan's, only to suddenly feel the sting of a shallow knife cut on his chest. 

Crying out in pain, Logan's body fidgets instinctively, but it only resolves in another cut, this one right underneath his nipple. 

It was a silent threat, and one that made Logan whine. 

"Oh, quit whining," Remy reprimands, cutting Logan's collar bone this time. "You weren't whining when you came untouched were you? You definitely weren't thinking about the way you were going to be punished. Were you even thinking at all?" Another cut, this time closer to Logan's neck. Remy's cock drags harder against his, earning more worried whimpers to spill from Logan's mouth. "No, I bet you weren't. After all, you're really just a stupid plaything. You're definitely not as smart as everybody thinks you are, otherwise you'd be better at following rules. You're just a stupid little toy, who doesn't know how to do anything but get fucked and slapped around per your owner's will. And you love it." 

Remy sneers that last bit, before pulling away and carelessly tossing the knife aside, instead simply raising his hand and slapping Logan across the face.

"Say it, babe," Remy commands him, hand raising for another hit. "Say you love it." 

"I- I love it!" Logan exclaims, Remy grinding down hard against his cock. But he just gets slapped again, stinging his cheek. Tears form in his eyes. 

"Be specific, fucktoy," Remy specifies, bringing his free hand to Logan's throat. "What do you love?"

"I love being a stupid little toy!" Logan cries, as Remy's long fingers slowly close around his throat. "I love being fucked! it's my only purpose. I'm stupid, I'm stupid and I need to be fucked." 

Remy's fingers squeeze harder, and Logan's fists hit the ground above him. He gasps. and tears prick his eyes from the pain on his face in the cuts on his chest. He lets out a choked moan as his blood flow is constricted, and as his hips buck again, rolling against Remy's. He can feel himself growing closer and closer to another pathetic orgasm, but he can only hope Remy will be somewhat merciful as to let him come again.

"Good boy," Remy coos, which makes Logan moan again, choking out a groan as he hears a cap open. "Now you're going to fulfill your purpose. Isn't that great? Aren't I just so generous, babe?" 

Remy expects an answer, but his fingers tighten further around Logan's throat, only enabling Logan to cough out a pathetic sounding "yes!" clearly trying to stay on Remy's good side.

Remy's grip eases up as the tip of his cock teases Logan's entrance. Logan whines at the feeling, attempting to push his hips back on it, but Remy leaning over him effectively stops him from moving too much. Remy clearly intends to tease him with the way he drags his cock between Logan's cheeks, grinning at Logan's supposed impatience.

So it makes it all the more surprising when he shoves in roughly, driving his cock deep into Logan's ass like he's done so many times before.

Remy groans. "Fuck, babe. You're still so tight." Once more, his hand squeezes Logan's jugular, and Logan lets out a choked cry at the feeling of Remy's cock inside of him. "Relax, and be grateful for my cock. I could have put a cage on your pathetic-" Remy makes sure to pronounce every syllable clearly "-cock instead, to assure you couldn't come without my permission. But I didn't. Because I'm. So. Nice." 

He punctuates words with a deep thrust each, causing Logan to cry out in pleasure. He thanks Remy instinctively, only to be cut off and choked further. His hips roll, and his cock leaks pathetically, as his overstimulated body is used with no remorse. blood drips down his curves, leaking over his collarbones and down his sides, but Remy just smears it as he grabs Logan's hips, leaning over Logan once more in order to attain both a better angle for thrusting and access to Logan's neck.

Fingers peeling away from Logan's throat, Remy gets right back to sucking dark purple marks onto the pale skin, moaning below Logan's ear as he nips at the flesh. He thrusts hard and fast, solely for his own pleasure, while Logan struggles to hold his second orgasm back. 

The task becomes even more difficult as Remy thrusts into his prostate. 

Logan lets out a pathetically loud cry, sucking in deep breaths between his sounds of pleasure. Each bite from Remy causes another pained noise, which only encourages Remy to thrust into him harder. 

"Please," Logan gasps, eyes rolling back into his head. "I'm so close! Please!" 

"You better not come again," Remy hisses, directly into Logan's ear. "Not until I do. Not unless you want to be edged for the next week. I can make the next few days hell. And you don't want that, do you babe?" 

"No!" Logan cries out, desperate to obey. Remy was making it increasingly difficult to keep from coming again, but Logan knew that being caged up would be even worse, as the pleasure would pile up, but the relief would never come. 

Though, in a situation like this, Logan didn't know if sheer incentive would be enough to keep him from another blissful orgasm, and he cries out and pleasure when Remy thrusts roughly into his prostate yet again, hoping that he'll be able to hold off.

He has no whether or not Remy's close, and the occasional grunt Remy lets out gives no answer either. As drool drips down the side of Logan's face, he wonders if he'll actually be able to hold off long enough to avoid punishment, only to jolt as a rough bite suddenly pulls him out of his thoughts. It's further down his chest, under his collarbone, as Remy lifts Logan's hips up higher. 

Remy looks over the newly inflicted wound, kissing over the marks he made, before Logan watches as he moves to his pathetically sensitive nipples.

Logan lets out a meek wine of protest, unsure of whether or not he'll be able to handle stimulation there again, but Remy ignores him.

Mouth latching around the bud, Remy's tongue glides over it, sucking hard and licking with enough force to make Logan's back arch. Logan lets out a lewd cry, more tears streaming down his face, as he continues to beg.

"Please, please I just can't hold back," Logan pleads, sobbing with sheer pleasure. "I don't- I don't want to upset you, please! I want to be good! I want to be a good toy for you, but I just feel so- so good! I can't take it!" 

His honest admissions make Remy groan, as he pulls away from Logan's chest.

He foregoes his previously sadistic attitude, and instead squeezes Logan's thighs lovingly.

"Come on, babe," Remy groans, sounding genuinely encouraging, and somewhat sympathetic, as if he would be upset by giving Logan his punishment. "You can do it. Just a... just a little bit longer." Remy suddenly groans as his thrusts start to grow increasingly sporadic, firm grip being traded in for a tighter one, Remy's nails digging hard into Logan's flesh. 

That was a good sign, at least, and with newfound determination, Logan attempts to repress his own orgasm in favor of allowing Remy to come inside him first. Like a good toy would.

"Please," Logan softly cries, rolling his hips down on Remy's cock. "Please come inside me." He's pathetic and meek, and begs for any sort of leave from Remy in order to get his own. For a punishment, it was surprisingly underwhelming, but Logan knows that if he disappoints his owner again, he'll be in for figurative Hell. And he doesn't want that. He wants to be good. 

Whether it be because Logan's swollen lips looked appetizing caked in blood, or because Remy simply wanted to shut him up, Remy leans in to kiss Logan, nibbling softly just bottom lip but otherwise just keeping his mouth up against Logan's. They both moan against each other, Logan leaning up into Remy while Remy presses his weight down. Both of them revel in the other's presents, in the heat of their sex. Sweat drips from Remy's head and onto the mess present on Logan's face, but neither of them care. 

"I'm close," Remy suddenly groans, voice barely audible, but Logan lets out a cry of desperation at the admission. 

He's unable to utter anything coherent decide aside from more pleas, restrained hands still hopelessly slamming against the floor above him, while Remy mutters hushed assurances and soft praises against Logan's lips. It was a drip of sweetness amiss all of the otherwise rough treatment. It doesn't go unnoticed, most of the praise causing Logan to let out little whines. 

Thrusting hard and deep, Remy comes inside of Logan. His nails dig into Logan's flesh, drawing thin droplets of blood, as he groans, while Logan moans out in pleasure. 

"Please!" Logan cries, as Remy rolls his hips, working himself through his orgasm. 

Though he doesn't say anything, Remy lets his hand fall to Logan's pathetically neglected cock, stroking fast and sloppily. His eyes intensely watch Logan as Logan falls apart under both his cock and his hand, and comes seconds later, overstimulated body twitching as he makes a mess of Remy's hand and chest. 

Logan gasps, writhing throughout his orgasm and nearly keening with relief, before going limp, tired sobs slipping past his lips as he lets himself rest against the floor. 

"Good job, Logan," Remy praises, pressing a gentle kiss to Logan's thigh. "You did good. Even though you had a little stumble, you made up for it at the end, didn't you?"

He doesn't expect an answer, and he only gets a weak groan of satisfaction, but it's enough to make Remy smile, as he pulls out of Logan and leans back on his knees, very gently wrapping his arms around Logan and lifting him up, undoing the chains around Logan's wrists before pressing Logan's head to his chest. 

"Feel free to rest, babe," Remy then assures him, petting Logan's matted hair. "I'll make sure to bandage and clean you up while you're asleep. You deserve to get some shut-eye after that intense ordeal." 

Logan let's out a tired, non-sensual moan against Remy's chest, seemingly agreeing, and Remy smiles softly as he lifts Logan up. He'll make sure Logan's all clean and taken care of, and perfectly well-rested before their next intense play session. 

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"You really think you can beat me?!" The dragon-witch snarls, dual-mutated body crawling along the walls like a centipede. Clawed legs tear into any surface they can dig in to, while the dragon's witch hat sits comically on top of her head. If Roman hadn't sparred with her many times before, he'd be horrified by her appearance.

But, his ego gets the best of him. He'd bested her once; he'd bested her over and over again. By now, their battles were predictable, and served more as practice for Roman than any sort of real fight.

Though, the dragon-witch didn't feel the same, as she sought blood.  

Roman grins as he turns to brandish his sword, slicing at her claw and choosing to ignore the blood that begins to slowly drip over the scales, though he does flinch at the dramatic, blood-curdling scream she lets out. 

As Roman resumes running, the dragon witch comes to a halt behind him, and Roman can see bright, twisting lights in his peripheral. Glancing behind him, Roman nearly stumbles, before coming to a stop. Behind him, the dragon-witch has transformed from a quadrupedal beast to a beautiful woman. Long, black hair, round cheeks, and a chubby body. Thick thighs and booted feet are shown by slits in either side of her otherwise long, modest dress. Smiling wide, Roman's given a clear view of her carnivorous teeth. 

"Roman, love," she coos, voice raspy. "Can't we just... talk?" 

Roman can hear the pure hate in her voice, and as he notices the blood running down her calf, he's reminded that she's probably livid at the moment. 

"What about?" Roman replies, smooth, defensive, but still curious. He can't help it; he does love banter, after all. 

"About how much you value our fights..." Roman takes a step back as the dragon-witch takes a step closer. "How much you adore sharp wit." Her heeled boots click against the floor, Roman standing tense as he tries to gauge what she could possibly be planning. 

"And most of all, how much you love me!" 

The dramatic assumption is enunciated by her pulling out a glass vial filled with glowing reddish-pink liquid, and whipping it towards Roman. 

It hits him directly in the face, shattering on his head and causing him to wail as he stumbles. He holds his hands over his face, and then under, staring at the blood dripping down. Suddenly, he's hit with a wave of nausea. In his panic, he doesn't seem to notice the dragon-witch moving towards him, or the fact he could will her away with the swipe of his hand. He did create her after all, and they were on his territory, but she had managed to rattle him. 

Grinning, the dragon-witch seizes Roman's chin, tilting his face upwards. 

"No more existing in a blank stasis, waiting for you to decide to 'play,'" she snarls. "After all, you wouldn't do that to someone you love, would you?" 

He stares at her, bemused. 

"I mean... I love all my creations, but waving them away doesn't get rid of them forever," Roman argues. 

The dragon-witch looks startled. "No that's.... not like that. Not a creator-creation love. You're in love with me. Romantically." 

Again, he stares at her, clearly not understanding. 

"I'm gay." 

"Fuck!" The dragon-witch pinches the bridge of her nose, groaning. "I forgot about that. Does the love potion really not work at all, then? You don't feel anything?" 

"I mean, you shattered glass against my head. I feel pain." 

Shaking her head, the dragon-witch pulls out a sword of her own, readying her stance. "You know what? Whatever, that's good enough. A hindrance is a hindrance; I'm going to kill you either way." 

Summoning his signature shield, Roman blocks a swing, before standing and running. With the gashes in his face, he wasn't having as much fun anymore. 

So, as he jumps out of the rocky tower, he turns and waves his hand, only wincing slightly at the dragon-witch's scream as he wills her, and the castle, away. He'd bring them back out eventually, but as he falls into a mound of soft cushions, he just wants to go home. It hurts to move his face at all, and he's sure the gashes in it won't be a pretty sight. 

While he walks fine most of the way there, as he nears the edge of the imagination, he suddenly starts to feel dizzy. Warmth spreads over his body as his mind fogs, leaving him dazed as he stumbles towards the mindscape, before collapsing through the front door. He starts to regret not sinking in and saving himself the energy as he begins to feel his heartbeat in his head, only for a tired, but still clearly unamused voice snaps him out of it. 

"You look like shit," Virgil quips, leaning on the stair banister. His eyes quickly take in the sight of Roman, evaluating him, before he makes his way further down. "Did the great and powerful, extremely handsome and charming Roman lose a fight?" His words are said half-sarcastically, though he does crouch down next to Roman in order to gently grab his chin, tilting his head side to side. 

"Damn dragon-witch threw a bottle at my head," Roman curses, feeling strangely flustered by Virgil's soft hand against his face. "It shattered. Drenched me in some... some potion."

Virgil has to muffle a snicker. "Oh, you poor baby. Maybe this can be a lesson about picking unnecessary fights." 

"Maybe this could be a lesson about picking unnecessary fights," Roman mocks, before huffing, though he whines when Virgil's hand slips away from him. 

Huffing a laugh at Roman's mockery, Virgil offers a hand to help him to his feet, before waving Roman up the stairs. 

"Come on," he sighs, more amused than anything. "I don't keep a first aid kit around for nothing." 

Roman is seated on the edge of Virgil's bed, staring at Virgil while he digs around the bottom of his closet. Roman really tries not to stare, and constantly pulls his eyes away from Virgil's figure, but for some reason they're constantly pulled back to Virgil's body. The way his shirt rides up and exposes the pudgy, pale skin underneath. The way his ass and thighs look in his skinny jeans. 

A flush rises to Roman's face as he internally reprimands himself for having such perverted thoughts. 

Coming back to the bed, Virgil sets a hand on Roman's chest to gently push him backwards, before he climbs onto the bed himself. He's armed with tweezers, first and foremost. 

"There's glass stuck in your face," Virgil explains, when he notices Roman's eyeing it cautiously. "These are to wedge them out." 

Roman pouts, but when Virgil grabs one of his hands and sweetly squeezes it, Roman nearly swoons and attempts to relax as much as possible. 

Instead of focusing on the tweezers, he chooses to focus instead on Virgil's face, which was closer as Virgil leans forward for precision. Virgil's brows were cutely furrowed in concentration, but it was Virgil's lips that Roman found himself staring at. Chapped, but glossy with a layer of chapstick. His tongue peeks out of the corner of his lips while he works to pull the glass out. When he finally gets a small piece out - which makes them both grimace - Roman's given a clear few of Virgil's sharp canines. Roman would love to feel those teeth biting at his lips or scraping against his tongue while he pushes his lips against Virgil's- 

He flushes again, looking away from Virgil's face. What was wrong with him today?

Another piece is yanked from his skin, and Roman hisses in pain. "How many are there?" 

"Just a few," Virgil says, softly. "I'll patch you up after. None of the cuts are deep enough to require stitches, so they'll just be secured with bandaids when I'm done." 

"Okay." 

Virgil's hand eventually slips away from Roman's, and instead comes to rest on the side of Roman's face, cupping it gently but now using it to move Roman's head slightly to the side, angling it so that certain pieces of glass were more accessible. 

Red in the face, Roman's suddenly hit with the urge to take one - or multiple - of Virgil's fingers into his mouth. They're thick and pale and look like they could choke him nicely. He almost impulsively does it too, before another piece of glass is pulled, this one taking a bit more force. 

"Sorry," Virgil grumbles, hand falling from Roman's face. "That was the last one, though. Now we disinfect." He pours some hydrogen peroxide onto a cotton ball, and carefully dabs it against the wounds, before placing bandages over each one of the cuts. For the most part they're all on one side of Roman's face, which makes it easier, but Roman finds himself disappointed when Virgil announces he's done. 

After putting the kit back into his closet, and after Roman gets to stares at his ass with less shame, Virgil makes his way back to the bed. 

After any particularly bad or painful fight, Virgil would usually patch him up and then cuddle to console him, as Roman always felt particularly huffy when he'd lose. But right now, Virgil tucking his head against Roman's neck and leaving soft kisses wasn't relaxing him as much as it was exciting him. 

Roman gasps as Virgil kisses up his jaw, sliding onto his lap so he can do so with easier access, innocent actions being twisted in Roman's increasingly perverted mind. It's only when Virgil's lips hover over his own that Roman finally snaps. 

When Virgil sleepily kisses him, hand gently holding Roman's face, Roman wraps a tight arm around Virgil's waist with one hand, and grabs Virgil's wrist with the other. He pushes himself into Virgil, desperately moaning against Virgil's lips, as he suddenly shifts their positions. He pins Virgil to the bed, leaning over him, keeping one of Virgil's wrists above his head while Virgil's other has tangled itself in Roman's shirt. 

"Roman?" Virgil gasps, as Roman finally pulls away from the kiss. Both of them are flushed, though Virgil's face displays a mixture of surprise and confusion while Roman reflects an internal battle. 

"I'm sorry," Roman mumbles, shaking his head. "I don't know what's wrong with me... but, fuck Virgil, I need you. I love you so much, please. Please, I need you." 

Eyes wide, Virgil pulls his arm over his mouth, shyly turning away. Such blunt professions of vulnerability and sheer need were usually Roman's specialty, but they always served to fluster Virgil completely. In a sexual context, they served to excite him. 

"Okay," Virgil eventually blurts, before sucking in a breath. "Okay," he repeats, calmer, but stops Roman's hands as they move to go up Virgil's shirt. "But- but only if you want me, too. I understand that you feel this is what you need, but is this what you want?" 

Roman whines, but understands Virgil's need for assurance. 

"Yes. I always want you, Virgil." 

Virgil lets out a shaky breath as he nods, working to shrug his own jacket off, before Roman's taking over and sliding his hands up Virgil's chest, groping his fat stomach and pudgy tits. Roman groans at the feeling, as if touching Virgil was pleasing him in some way, before he quickly pulls Virgil's shirt completely off. 

His own comes off moments later, discarded onto the floor, and Virgil watches as Roman fumbles while trying to undo his own pants. 

"Eager, are we?" Virgil teases, as he decides to work to get his own off. Roman merely huffs at the comment. 

Once both of them are pants-less, Roman looks Virgil in the eye, serious. Though his hands itch to just pull Virgil's boxers off and fuck him already, he knows that he's desperate, and that desperation might make Virgil uncomfortable. 

"What's the safeword?" Roman asks, fingers teasing the waistband. 

"Red." 

"Good boy," Roman coos, tugging Virgil's boxers ever so slightly down. "And you'll... and you'll say it if you're uncomfortable, right? I know I want this badly, but you're my first priority."

"Of course, Princey," Virgil snorts, though he averts his eyes, genuinely touched by Roman's compassion. "Now hurry up. You've got me all excited too." 

Going bright red, Roman grins apologetically, before pulling Virgil's boxers down in one go. Virgil's legs instinctively close, but Roman parts them open easily with one hand, the other quickly fetching lube from the bedside drawer. He sets it on Virgil's stomach, smiling a bit at the way Virgil's face scrunches up, before his own boxers come off too. 

"Do you need to be prepped?" Roman asks, gritting out the question. A part of him didn't want to ask it in fear of Virgil saying yes. The heat inside of him was only growing more violent, and he felt like he was going to sob if he didn't get his cock inside of Virgil right now. But despite that, he'd never risk Virgil tearing, and whatever weird feeling he was being overrun with could wait just a little bit longer if Virgil needed the extra preparation. Luckily, though, Virgil gives an embarrassed no, and Roman let's out a pleased sigh. 

He's quick to lube up his own cock, before slowly pushing into Virgil, resisting the urge to thrust hard and fast. 

Virgil groans as Roman pushes into him, fingers curling into the bed sheets. He feels vulnerable and exposed but Roman looks euphoric. Eyes fluttering closed, moaning, and both forearms braced on either side of Virgil's head. 

"I love you," Roman utters, as he lets his weight settle somewhat on top of Virgil's chest.

His lips hover against Virgil's earlobe, barely touching. He whispers "I love you. I love you so much. I want nothing but you." 

As he slides fully in, he whispers more sweet nothing's into Virgil's ear. It's a mix of encouragement, praise, and more professions of his love. He seems increasingly determined to both let Virgil adjust, and to make sure he feels properly adored. 

 Groaning, Roman rolls his hips, silently begging to move. Nothing's stopping him, per se, though he does gauge Virgil for his reaction. 

When Virgil finally seems relaxed and eager, pushing back on Roman, Roman's unable to stop himself. His hands firmly plant themselves on Virgil's hips, and he pulls out slow, until only his tip remains inside, only to thrust back in hard. 

Any hope to contain himself is immediately lost in his own lust. Hearing Virgil's quiet moans, that he attempts to muffle in the pillow beneath him, nearly drives Roman mad. He just sounds so utterly perfect; he looks so pretty with his eyes squeezed shut, flushed in both embarrassment and arousal. A pretty red covers the entirety of his pale face, and sweat was already beginning to form on his forehead. 

"Go faster," Virgil begs, hands squeezing Roman's shoulders. 

Roman groans as he obliges, before pulling Virgil close so he can kiss him again. He bites at Virgil's lips, sucking on the bottom one briefly, before pulling away. 

"Tell me that you love me," Roman moans, desperately. "Please, say it." 

Somewhat surprised, Virgil gasps "I love you, Roman."

Roman thrusts harder into him, holding tighter to Virgil's waist as he angles his thrusts, and Virgil cries out as Roman hits his prostate. 

"Say it again, please," Roman begs. His forehead is pressed against Virgil's as he pleads, warmth pooling in his stomach. 

"Fuck, I love you! I love you!" 

Sweat rolls down Roman's body, his hot breath fanning over Virgil's face. 

Grunting with each thrust, Roman looks like he's in sheer ecstasy any time Virgil professes his love, leaving them both moaning into each other's ears. They both hold tight to the other, nails digging into each other's flesh. 

"I love you too," Roman moans, giving a few, final, desperate thrusts, before coming into Virgil's ass. 

Virgil whines at the feeling, and as Roman's hand comes to his cock, Virgil spills too, grinding down on Roman best he can while Roman works himself and Virgil through their orgasms, before finally he comes to a stop. 

Both of them pant, before Roman slowly pulls out and grabs Virgil, rolling over and holding Virgil against his chest, rubbing his back. 

"I'm serious," Roman mumbles, petting Virgil's hair. "I love you. So much."

"I love you too, Roman." 

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Dangling Logan in the air, Remus can't help but jeer at him. Hanging naked and upside down, Remus threatens him with the pain accompanied with falling any chance he squirms. 

Logan isn't thrashing with the intent of escaping, though. Instead, his movements are caused solely by the discomfort that came with the blood rushing to his head, and the headache caused by being forced to squint (as Remus had previously plucked the glasses off of his pretty little face and tossed them aside). However, with Remus, reason didn't matter much. He'd drop Logan without a second though if he didn't listen. 

Not just to be mean, of course. He also knew Logan loved the adrenaline. The fear. The fact that at any moment Remus could injure him and he'd be stuck in wretched pain until the next day. It was exciting for both of them, really. 

And as Remus grabs a nearby jar - somewhat smudged and dirtied inside, but still semi-translucent - Logan can only guess Remus's intentions. 

"You know your safeword?" Remus asks, jostling Logan slightly. "Or is that stupid little brain of yours too flooded with blood to remember?" 

"It's red," Logan states, sucking in a gasp of relief as Remus finally maneuvers him upright. 

Momentarily, Logan's laid on his back in the palm of Remus's hand, inspected and even gently rubbed over his stomach with Remus's thumb. It lasts for a few seconds, before the gentle affection quickly turns to Remus roughly rubbing over Logan's cock. 

The pad of Remus's thumb completely presses against Logan's cock, the bottom of his stomach, and the top of his thighs, all three of which are moved slightly as Remus's thumb works in careless circles, Logan letting out a pathetically loud moan at the feeling of both pleasure and helplessness. 

"I could crush you right now," Remus sings, delighted by the idea. "A bit more pressure from my thumb and you'd be nothing but a pile of guts." 

Logan whines at the admission, though he's fully aware of Remus's intrusive thoughts. He's also aware that the giant is extremely impulsive, and so he wiggles with a bit more panic after Remus shares his thoughts out loud. 

The action simply causes Remus to snort and roll his eyes though. 

"Calm your tits, Logan," Remus sneers, bored by Logan's struggling. "If I was going to do such a heinous thing, I'd avoid telling you. It's much more fun if it comes as a surprise." 

Grinning, Remus tilts his hand so that Logan's positioned vertically above the jar.

The thumb pressed against his crotch and the palm behind him are the only things that keep him from falling, but Logan doesn't know if it'll stay that way for long. 

"Do you have any idea what I'm planning to do to you?" Remus asks, voice low. The question is rhetorical, but it makes Logan shiver and shake his head, nervous and excited. 

Remus laughs, dark and amused, before his hand is opening up and Logan falls carelessly into the jar. 

He lands on his back, and though that fall would have shattered a normal person's bones, Logan wasn't normal. Thankfully, he was a lot more durable. But that extra protection doesn't save him from getting the wind knocked out of him, and he lays, eyes squeezed shut, gasping for air. 

Leaning over him, Remus's grin widens, and he tilts the jar to both get a better look inside, and to cause Logan to slide. His upper arm collides with the side of the jar, and as he shakily moves to gain footing, the jar is tilted back upright and he's thrown back onto his ass. 

"What's the matter, bitch? Having trouble doing something as simple as standing?" Remus snickers as Logan's cock twitches at the degradation. "That's fucking pathetic." 

Logan makes no attempt to defend himself, knowing that Remus would just tease him more, and instead looks up at Remus pleadingly, hard with sheer anticipation. 

Underneath the desk he was seated atop, he hears the ruffling of fabric, before he watches as Remus's pants go flying behind him, his boxers following suit. Logan flushes at the fact Remus is casually throwing his clothes off, and his mind is overwhelmed with possibilities of what they're going to do. Or specifically, what Remus is going to do to him. 

Fingers curling around the jar, Remus recklessly picks the jar up and lowers it down near his thighs, giving Logan a clear view of Remus's cock. 

Remus's other hand is wrapped tight around his cock, pumping slowly. Precome leaks from Remus's cock, and Logan's breath hitches as he watches the bead roll down the shaft, before it's caught by Remus's hand and used to help lube Remus's hand. 

"It's rude to stare," Remus states, voice nasally. "Though, I am admittedly flattered by your silence. Are you staring in awe? Shock? Fear?" Remus snorts at that last suggestion, amused by his own words, and enjoying the mental image of Logan quaking in fear at the sight of his cock, which towered over Logan's miniature form at this point. 

Logan can't answer, throat dry, as he instead sits on his knees, thighs pressed together. He was pathetically hard, and embarrassed that he was aroused by such a situation. 

Remus can't suppress an excited giggle.

"I can't wait to watch you pathetically get off on being ruined," Remus coos, before tilting the jar once again. 

This time though, the reason isn't to watch Logan tumble (though he does enjoy that sight too); it's to lead his cock through the wide opening. Thankfully, the jar was small in terms of height, and wide, but it leaves Logan staring wide-eyes as the tip of Remus's cock is slowly guided towards him. 

A drop of precome rolls off of Remus's shaft and lands near Logan, the single drop resembling a puddle to the tiny. Enough come spilled into here and Logan might drown. 

Remus's urethra twitches, more pre forming at the tip, and as Logan glances between it and Remus's blurry face - semi obscured by the large cock right in front if Logan - he can make out Remus's sharp grin. 

Before he has time to question what's going on, the tip of Remus's cock is suddenly shoved against him. Precome envelops his small body as Remus grinds ever so slightly over Logan's figure, rubbing him into the slit of his cock. 

Logan moans at the suddenly onslaught of friction, choking as Remus's pre forces its way into his mouth. His hands plant themselves on either side of Remus's tip, but his grip does little, and is unrecognizeable to Remus.

Remus groans as he suddenly lifts his cock up, watching amused as Logan sucks in deep breaths, before he moves it back down again, slapping Logan's front with the tip. Logan moans, squirming as Remus repeats the process. At one point, while completely slicked up with precome, Logan briefly sticks to Remus's cock, face just below his urethra, but a couple light shakes and Logan's once again falling onto his back in the jar, which was now lined in a thin pool of precome. Standing momentarily, it goes up to Logan's ankles, but he's knocked back down by Remus's cock before he can even really process it. 

His body is completely drenched in the fluid, and his cock leaks with pre, red with desperation, adding immeasurably small amounts of liquid into the puddle he was sat in. 

Hair slick and face flushed, Logan's panting as he sits, too weak with arousal to even think of standing again. 

His head lulls back as he stares at the tip of Remus's cock. A part of him expects it to come crashing down on him again, and in preparation his hand reaches for his cock, deciding that if he's going to be trapped under Remus's urethra again, he's going to get off while he is, but that time never comes. Instead, Logan watches as Remus groans while pumping his cock aggressively, pushing more pre out every time his hand squeezes around his tip. 

Suddenly, Logan understands. 

Whining, his hand starts working quick on his own cock, desperate to come before he's drenched in Remus's fluids. 

Moaning, Logan doesn't know whether to tense or simply accept his inevitable fate. Sweat from Remus's cock and his own head roll down his head, warmth consuming his body. Remus's own grunts and moans fill his ears, and Logan can only imagine how pathetic he must look from Remus's point of view. Soaked in precome, flustered, and turned on by being toyed around with by Remus's cock. 

Breath hitching, Logan squeezes his eyes shut, rocking his hips into his fist as he prays he orgasms before Remus does. 

Whimpers of "please," and "come on" are spoken mostly to himself, as he feels Remus's precome spilling around him. A particularly loud groan from Remus has Logan working his fist faster. He was cutting it close. And he was really close himself. 

Head rolling back, eyes squeezed shut, Logan comes forcefully, spilling over his hand with a loud cry. He strokes himself through his orgasm, before his hand falls away, and he sits back on his knees, catching his breath. 

And then he's forcefully doused in come. 

It's so sudden that it knocks him backward, head hitting the back of the jar as Remus's semen spills over him. As he tries to push himself back up, he realizes he's up to his mouth in come while sitting down fully, and he has to lift himself up further to breathe. 

He splutters, using his drenched hands to wipe his slick face just enough to get his eyes open, where he witnesses Remus holding the jar once more.  

"You look so cute!" Remus exclaims, rattling the jar slightly, and knocking Logan back under the semen. He gasps as he emerges from it once more, coughing. "You're definitely channeling Rainbow Dash." 

Logan can't even respond before Remus's pointer finger is against his head, forcing him back under the pool of come. It holds him there momentarily, before letting up, though Logan feels the jar being shaken - presumably while Remus walks - forcing more and more semen up his nose and into his mouth. Despite the unhygienic and frankly dangerous circumstances, Logan's cock twitches in arousal. Unable to get a good breath, Logan's hand quickly finds his cock, and once more he begins stroking in hopes of having another orgasm, this time before he suffocates beneath Remus's come. 

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"Can you two stop leaning over me to kiss," Virgil cringes, frowning dramatically. 

Both of them snickering, Roman and Janus, who are seated on either side of Virgil, lean over him to kiss once more. Both of them are grinning while their lips touch, before pulling away and looking at Virgil, musing over his huffy reaction. 

It wouldn't be that big of a deal, if Virgil could move. 

Both Roman and Janus were well aware of the fact that Virgil could really only move his mouth and eyes, per Janus's hypnosis, and it meant they'd had a fun time carrying him around and teasing him by dramatically doing what he couldn't. 

"You both are assholes," Virgil hisses, only to have his chin grabbed by Janus and turned to face him. 

Tutting, Janus reprimands him. "Careful, Virgil, otherwise I'll have to freeze your mouth too." 

Virgil frowns at the threat, though it reads more as a pout, and Janus pats his face in mock sympathy. Virgil wants to complain, but he'd rather not lose his ability to speak, regardless of how nice it'd be to be completely helpless. 

Janus's finger trails up the side of Virgil's face, before coming back down to his cheek. Janus teasingly pinches it, before his thumb swipes over Virgil's bottom lip. 

Leaning in close, Janus watches with amusement as Virgil's gaze flickers to Janus's lips, before then moving back up to his eyes. 

Janus teasingly pauses mere centimeters away, grinning, watching as Virgil's brows furrow in frustration. Janus knew he hated being teased, but Virgil's just so cute when he's impatient! 

"Are you just jealous that Roman's getting all the affection and you're not?" Janus murmurs, breath fanning over Virgil's lips. "Every time I kiss him, do you just think about how badly you wish you were in his place? Do you wish I'd decided to hypnotize Roman, so that you could have a plaything too?" 

Virgil flushes, and stammers, only to let out a surprised squeak when Roman's hands settle on his hips, above his boxers and just barely under his shirt. 

Not necessarily needing an answer, Janus smiles, and lowers his voice to a whisper. "Well, the fortunate thing is I had the same idea." 

Virgil can only display a momentary look of surprise before Janus is leaning over him again, this time dragging a finger up Roman's chest, between his pecs, leading up to his neck, before Janus briefly squeezes and watches with a grin as Roman lets out a confused noise, and slowly falls backwards, landing heavily on the couch cushions. 

Virgil sits stiff, pouting, and so Janus turns his head so that he can see Roman's limp body. His breathing is steady, and he looks relaxed, but he's completely knocked out. 

"So you make me incapable of moving my body," Virgil begins, pouting, "and you make him fall asleep? Unfair." 

"Oh, hush." Janus condescendingly pets Virgil's cheek. "The reason you're still aware, and he's asleep on the couch is because I was going to be so generous as to let you help me pick out a few suggestions for him."

Janus lips Virgil by his hips, and maneuvers him so that he's on the other side of Janus, now resting against the arm of the couch. 

It means Janus is closer to Roman, and Virgil watches as Janus grabs Roman's chin and moves it side to side, inspecting his face. 

Turning back to Virgil, Janus hums. "Are you going to continue to be ungrateful for the hypnosis I graciously gifted you, or are you going to thank me and help me humiliate our beloved Roman?" 

Flushing, Virgil frowns at Janus's words, brattily pouting but otherwise staying silent. 

Janus stares at him, and after raising an eyebrow, Virgil sighs. 

"Thank you," he grumbles, face forced to stare at Janus. However, that isn't enough, as Janus sets a hand on Virgil's inner thigh, rubbing upwards. 

"Thanks for what?" Janus presses, grinning smugly. 

Scrunching his nose up, Virgil represses the urge to sneer at Janus's smug request for specifications, and instead grits out "thanks for hypnotizing me." Bright red cheeks mean he looks cutely upset, and Janus smiles at the gratitude, despite the fact it's semi-forced. 

"There we go," Janus coos, as he pulls Roman up and against his chest. "That wasn't so hard, was it? Now, what suggestions should we give our beloved Roman..." 

*** 

Roman blinks awake, the sound of soft moans and whines filling his ears. He notices he's naked, and he flushes, before turning his head to the side, where he notices Virgil and Janus on the floor. 

Virgil was pulled onto Janus's lap, arms up above his head. They tremble where they are, but Roman knows Virgil's unable to pull them down. His chest is puffed out, and his legs are spread. Dressed in only his boxers, Janus is taking his time palming Virgil, chin kissing the back of Virgil's neck. His other hand gently pulls at Virgil's nipples, causing Virgil to moan out in pleasure. 

"You... you fucking tease," Virgil whines, as Janus's teeth slide over the back of Virgil's neck. 

Janus laughs softly, before he's moving his hands to Virgil's hips and back. Quickly, he pushes Virgil down, forcing his chest against the floor, though he gives Virgil the grace of his head tilted to the side, which is when he makes direct eye contact with Roman. 

"Fuck! Roman-" Virgil curses, as his ass is positioned in the air, and he feels his boxers slowly being slid off his ass. 

Grinning, Janus turns to Roman, right as he tosses the boxers away, exposing Virgil's hard cock. 

"Hello, sleeping beauty," Janus teases, as he pushes Virgil's legs apart. "Care to join us?" 

Roman immediately nods and moves to stand up, only to immediately crumble onto his chest. He hits the ground hard, and after pushing himself onto his hand and knees, he looks at Janus confused. 

Janus merely laughs. "Oh, darling. Pets don't walk on two legs." 

Roman goes to ask what he means, only for a soft moan to come out of his mouth instead. On the floor, Virgil snickers, though it's not like he's in a less embarrassing situation.

"Pets don't speak either, idiot," Virgil muses, shit -eating grin on his face. This was undoubtedly his idea. 

However, his words encourage Janus to quickly deliver a harsh slap to Virgil's ass, tutting at him. "Now, now. Be nice. I won't tolerate any insults coming from you, lest you want to be edged." 

Virgil immediately whimpers and closes his eyes, uttering a quiet, bitter apology. 

"Come here, Roman," Janus coos, as he ends up squirting some lube onto his fingers. With Virgil presenting himself, and stuck in that position, Janus pushes his fingers into Virgil, slowly scissoring his hole open. "I'm going to be nice and let you breed Virgil's tight hole. Doesn't that sound fun? Aren't I so generous?" 

Both Virgil and Roman moan at the idea, Janus slipping a third finger inside while Roman stares eagerly. He was nearly panting with excitement. 

While Janus fingers Virgil open, he turns to Roman, and with his other hand reaches to run his fingers over Roman's chest. They linger over his neck momentarily, Janus softly lamenting "what a perfect place for a collar. If only I'd thought of that," before his fingers move back down. They teasingly run over Roman's cock, before his hand briefly wraps around the base and squeezes, earning a loud moan, before Janus pulls away, amused. 

After a few more seconds of stretching, Janus pulls his fingers out, and grabs the bottle of lube once more just to pour some onto Roman's cock. He strokes Roman a bit after solely to coat his entire length, before Janus is standing and moving around Virgil in order to sit near his face. 

"Go ahead, puppy," Janus coos, waving towards Roman. Roman moans merely at the nickname before hes crawling to fully get behind Virgil. Then he's clumsily propping himself against Virgil's back, fingers curled into fists as it his hands had been replaced with paws. Sloppily, he thrusts his cock against Virgil's ass a few times in an attempt to get it in, and Virgil impatiently whines, only to moan loudly as Roman finally, and rather roughly, thrusts into his hole. 

Roman pants into Virgil's ear, drool dripping from his mouth and landing on Virgil's cheek, causing the latter to grimace. 

But the momentary disgust is easily washed away by Roman rolling his hips desperately against Virgil's hips. He's groaning into Virgil's ear, and the loving thrusts mixed with passionate kisses that Virgil would normally get from Roman is replaced by stupidly clumsy thrusts and drool. His puppy brain slowly takes over his mind as all he thinks about is breeding Virgil full. 

Petting Virgil's hair, Janus is quick to hook a hand under Virgil's chin, thumbing over Virgil's lips before shoving his thumb fully into Virgil's mouth, pushing it against his tongue and watching happily as Virgil whines around it. 

"You're so pretty when you're helpless," Janus murmurs, as he pulls his thumb out only to wipe Virgil's spit onto his cheek. "I could push both of my cocks down your throat and you'd be helpless to resist me, wouldn't you?" 

Virgil moans, not bothering to clean his chin off, as he instead limply gets used by Roman. 

He's clearly not opposed to the idea, though, as he whines pathetically when Janus pulls his cocks out of his pants, but is too pleasantly overwhelmed to think about saying anything. 

The tip of Janus's cocks smudge over his lips, smearing pre over mouth, before they both slowly work their way inside, guided by Janus's hands. Virgil's jaw aches as it's shoved further in, but he moans around it, as Janus reaches forward to play with Roman's hair. 

"Come in, puppy, you can breed Virgil faster than that." While his words are mostly meant to tease, they do subtly encourage Roman to speed up. 

Roman huffs out pathetic breaths as he struggles to brace himself using his fists. Still though, he tries, and once he gets a better angle, he ends up slamming hard into Virgil's prostate. 

Virgil lets out a pathetic cry, gagging around Janus's cocks as they're shoved fully into his mouth, Janus forcing Virgil's head against his pelvis. Whimpering, Virgil's stuck between Roman and Janus happily use him.

While Janus is more calculated, and focuses more on Virgil's reactions, and the gagging and choking he'll get from shoving his cocks further and further down Virgil's throat, Roman's more focused on his own pleasure, little puppy brain interested solely and doing what makes him feel good. Virgil's hole is tight and warm, and as he messily thrusts into it, the only thing on his mind is pumping Virgil full of come. 

He doesn't even seem to realize that Virgil won't breed, but even the sight of him just a little inflated with his come will be enough.

"You're doing so good for me, both of you," Janus suddenly praises, running his hands through Virgil's hair. "Roman, aren't you breeding your mate so well? And Virgil, you're taking my cocks like the slut that you are. You look so pretty with your cheeks stretched around me. And with your mouth full, I don't have to listen to you talk back." 

Janus is sure that Virgil would pout or have some sort of snide comment in response to Janus's words if his mouth weren't full, but Roman ends up accepting the praise happily, letting out dumb little moans as he fucks Virgil with more force. While initially he was at least somewhat aware, by now, his brain has melted out of his ears due to the pleasure he was feeling. He loved not having to think. He loved obeying. And most of all, he loved breeding.

As Roman's thrusts get even sloppier, and he resolves himself to fully resting his chest against Virgil's arched back, Janus can tell he's getting close. 

And despite the fact Virgil's cock has been completely neglected, the assault on his prostate was causing him to leak, cock red. Janus muses at the idea of Virgil coming untouched and all of the teasing opportunities such a thing would bring. 

Deciding to be nice, Janus fucks into Virgil's mouth a few times, before pulling out so that only the tips remain. Then he strokes the remaining length, doing a majority of the work solely so that Virgil could focus on Roman's growing desperation, and waning self restraint. 

"Are you going to come, puppy?" Janus asks, delighting in the way Roman's head immediately nods, stupidly fast. 

Janus grins. 

"What about you, Virgil?" Janus asks, raising an eyebrow teasingly. "Are you going to come?" Unable to move, Virgil couldn't even over himself a meager handjob, and neither Janus nor Roman were going to help him out.

Virgil merely lets out a pathetic whine. 

Janus huffs out a laugh, stroking his shaft quicker. He glances between Roman's sweaty body and Virgil's bright red, orgasmic face. He wanted to come with them. 

And so, he works to time his pleasure in tune with Roman's, and when Roman spills into Virgil with a loud moan, Janus is coming down Virgil's throat, making him choke. The dual sensations, paired with Roman's continuous, shallow post-orgasm thrusts, causes him to come untouched, cock throbbing as it comes onto the floor below him.

When Janus pulls away, Virgil spits the semen up, coughing and hiccupping, but otherwise flustered and seemingly pleased. Then Janus is guiding Roman away too, despite the fact Roman seems distressed at the sight of his come leaking from Virgil's hole. 

All three of them sit on the floor momentarily, catching their breaths, before Janus nods his head.

"Okay, loves. Let's go get you guys cleaned up and put to bed, while you're both still near-mindless." 

Both partners let out a soft moan at the suggestion, allowing Janus to guide them and take care of them completely, melting into his guidance. It was nice to relax, and just be calm and compliant at times. 

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"Get your paws off the couch, mutt," Janus chastises, and Roman whines as his fists slide off the cushions, landing back beside him on the floor. His knees ache, and are red and sore, but he can't think enough to complain. He can't think enough to do anything other than what he's told.

He pouts, though, and stares up at Janus with pleading eyes. He clearly wants to be up on the couch where Janus is sitting, cross-legged, but he's not allowed. He's already been reprimanded from setting his chin on the couch, as he was looking to be pet, so he knows that any further disobedience would result in a punishment.

Roman makes a few more unhappy noises, desperate for attention, only to immediately perk up when Janus leans forward and runs his fingers through his hair. 

"Do you want attention, puppy?" Janus coos, though he already knows that Roman does. He's teasing him on purpose, though thanks to hypnosis, Roman can't understand anything other than his tone or direct commands. And seeing that this was just a meager question, Roman looked excited at the tone. The stupid way that Janus coos at him makes him bounce slightly on his knees, hoping to be given some sort of order to make himself useful.

"Oh, you do? You do want attention?" 

Roman happily pants and nods his head. Drool carelessly drips down the side of his chin, as he seems to sway where he sits, expecting any sort of affection to arrive at any time. 

And eventually, it does. Janus reaches down, spreading his legs so he can reach between them, grabbing Roman's face by his cheeks and pulling him upwards. Roman has no problem sitting forward on his legs, tilting his face up and happily, albeit confused, accepting the barrage of kisses that's planted all over his face.

Face flushed, he tries to match Janus's efforts and lick over Janus's face, but that just gets his cheek lightly slapped. Janus lovingly scolds him, insisting he accepts what he's being given, and not worry about returning the affection for once.

Roman whines at the command, but he does what he's told. 

Janus has ulterior motives for telling him that he can't lick, the main one being that he doesn't want Roman's spit all over his face, but the initial reason is the fact that Roman does so much for him already. Buying him flowers and taking him out on fancy dates, always worrying about details being meticulously planned to cater to Janus's specific needs. Roman just has so much love that he tries to show through constant affection, and he never really receives any of his own because he doesn't let other people give him some. Of course he likes praise, but it's hardly ever given directly to him, and only to him. And when it is, he sometimes refutes it, too absorbs in his own insecurity to internalize anything.

So as Janus pinches his cheeks, and then kisses at Romans lips, he murmurs praise. Little whispers "you're such a good boy; you listen to me so well," and "my darling, you're so pretty like this. You're so pretty all the time," spill from his lips. Despite the fact that Roman can't fully understand them, he still flushes and sort of shies away like he can. Luckily, Janus holds tight, and lightly pulls on Roman's hair to tuck his head back, so Janus can teasingly bite at Roman's bottom lip.

A particularly sharp pierce from Janus's canine has him pulling away with a sharp Yelp, and Janus is immediately apologizing and petting his hair. 

"Sorry, puppy," Janus murmurs, thumbing over the small droplet of blood that begins to drip over Roman's chin. "You know I can't resist the urge to bite you. You just look so delicious!" 

Janus grabs Roman's chin, and lately wiggles his face back and forth, before kissing the tip of his nose. Immediately, Roman's initial shock at being bitten is wiped away, as instead he starts panting happily after being kissed, and once again tries to start licking at Janus's face.

"Alright, alright," Janus states, lightly pushing Roman away from him. As he leans back, he hooks two fingers into a thick red collar that sits around Roman's neck, and pulls it so that Roman is pulled up with him. 

Moving fast, Roman's hands fall against the cushion between Janus's legs, and he immediately whimpers and tries to pull away, feeling as though he's breaking a rule, but Janus just shushes him and doesn't say anything, which alleviates some of his fear. 

"Don't you want to be bred, love?" Janus asks, running a finger along Roman's jaw line. "You'd look so pretty with pups nestled inside you."

Janus normally strays away from breeding talk, as he himself is not really into it, but he knows that Roman is. For someone so big and strong, it's embarrassing how much he thinks about breeding. 

Immediately, Roman is smiling wide and panting hard, letting out of pleased moan despite the lack of physical affection. 

Janus scratches his head, as if itching behind invisible ears. "Oh, do you like that idea? Do you want me to touch you, pet? Want me to fuck you full of pups?" 

Roman moans again, nodding his head rapidly. while he can't understand everything that said, he can understand fuck, and pups, and breeding. And he was desperate to receive all of the above, especially after a day filled with crawling around on his hands and knees, being pet for only a few seconds, and eating out of a dog bowl. Having an orgasm was definitely needed, though Roman couldn't think enough to want one. The only thing he wanted was to be a good boy and do what he's told.

Janus just coos at him more, praising him for being considerably stupid, but Roman can't understand the words anyway. He just stares happily. 

Janus glances between the couch and the floor, aware that mutts aren't allowed on the couch, but also not really wanting to go sit on the floor. Sure, they've had sex in the floor before, but Janus would rather not demote himself to such a position. Roman is a lesser. Janus is not. 

So, after some internal back and forth, Janus decides to allow Roman onto the couch.

After all, he was trained.

Leaning back, Janus pats the cushion next to him, and Roman looks back and forth between his owner and the couch before excitedly jumping onto the couch beside him. His body is shaking with delight, as he happily stares at Janus. He's never allowed on the couch, as puppies usually aren't. Dopey grin on his face, Roman rolls on to his back, exposing his stomach, arms reaching above his head to mindlessly paw at Janus's legs.

Laughing silently to himself, Janus reaches over and gently pets Roman's stomach, ignoring his hard, leaking cock. 

Roman doesn't seem to mind though, as he leans up into Janus's touch. Janus is sure that if he had a tail, it would be wagging intensely.

"Who's my good boy?" Janus asks, in that stereotypical form of always people speak to their pets in. "Is it you? Is it my Roman? Are you my good boy?" His hands trail dangerously closed to Romans genitals, and he delivers a harsh flick to Roman's cock solely to tease, snickering at the way Roman whines and moans at the painful touch. 

If Roman could understand him, Janus was sure he'd be agreeing and insisting that he was Janus's good boy. It was a cute mental image, despite Roman's current mindless mental state. 

"Flip yourself around, puppy," Janus then commands, and Roman immediately perks up, flipping over per Janus's request. "Turn around, too." Roman shifts awkwardly on the couch, until his back is facing Janus. He turns his head to look at Janus over his shoulder, his hands placed between his spread legs, mimicking the way a pet would sit. 

Janus grins at how quickly he obeys. A part of him regrets not looking into a potion or spell to give him ears and a tail, as both would be extra fun to pet and tug on. "Now be an extra good boy and push your chest against the cushions." With Janus's hand on the center of his back, Roman slowly lowers his chest into the cushions, though another hand on his hip keeps his ass raised in the air. "That's it, puppy. There you go. Perfect." 

Was it cliché to do this doggy style? Ironic, perhaps?  

Janus found it amusing, though, and had Roman been able to think properly, Janus was sure he'd find it amusing too. 

He reaches into the couch cushions, pulling out a small bottle of lube that he'd store there a few days ago to prevent the need to get up and grab some. While one hand works to open the bottle, the other unbuttons his pants to pull out his cocks. 

In order to continue feeling slightly superior, he keeps himself fully dressed, despite the fact Roman whines as the front of Janus's pants drag across his ass. Janus is sure he won't mind a little friction once he's being fucked, though. 

Coating his cocks in a surplus amount of lube, Janus curiously buries two lubed fingers inside of Roman, solely to determine whether or not he needs to be prepped. 

Fortunately, Roman's hole spreads easily around Janus's fingers, though Janus still scissors him for a few seconds more in order to amuse himself. Internally, he enjoyed the fact that they had sex often enough that Roman didn't even need prep at this point. 

Roman desperately tries to grind back on the fingers inside of him, but they're pulled out before he really gets the chance to please himself, earning another pathetic sound to spill from his mouth. 

Janus lightly slaps his ass, tutting "calm down. Patience. Otherwise I'll send you to your bed and you won't be bred at all."  

The tone of Janus's voice makes Roman whine again, as he pushes his face into the cushions as a sign of subservience. 

Finally, Janus slides his cocks over Roman's crack, before positioning both tips at the hole. 

He can almost feel the way that Roman desperately pushes himself further into the couch in order to avoid grinding back against him.

When Janus starts to push in, Roman lets out a loud moan, and though he's kept his hands curled into fists for a majority of their little session, Janus finally watches them stretch open, sheerly so Roman can dig his hands into the couch, attempting to regain any sort of stability. Janus is half tempted to reprimand him for clawing the couch up, but he supposes he'll be nice for now. After all, he knows that handling two cocks at once can be overwhelming, but Roman's done it before, and Janus knows how much he loves it.

Janus pushes his cocks in deeper, burying them Roman's ass, while his hands tightly grip Roman's hips. Leaning over his back, Janus's teeth graze the tan skin of Roman's neck, as Janus decides whether or not to leave dark hickeys over Roman's body.

After all, Roman had been looking rather bare recently. Janus has seemingly neglected to cover him in pretty marks! His mistake.

As his sharp fangs run over Roman's jugular, he feels the latter shiver underneath him. Janus is thrilled by the fear.

"I'm going to cover your pretty skin with purple marks," Janus whispers, and Roman whines as he lifts his head barely off the cushions. As if understanding Janus somewhat, he tilts his head to the side, hair falling in one direction and giving Janus perfect access to his neck.

Huffing out of soft laugh, Janus praises him, petting Roman's hair for just a few moments, before his fingers tangle in it roughly, and he pulls on the locks to keep Roman's head off to the side. He purposefully ignores the moan Roman lets out at the pain, though he's definitely going to tease him for being such a masochist at a later date. 

Janus teasingly drags his sharp teeth over Roman's skin, drawing out the anticipation of where he'll decide to bite and suck. All the while, his hips are rolling into Roman's ass, providing minimal stimulation to both of them. Roman's walls clench and massage the length of Janus's cocks, earning small groans from Janus himself, but nothing major. 

Finally, Janus settles on a spot, and after pressing a few kisses to the skin, his teeth suddenly sink into it. Roman lets out a pleasured cry, as Janus begins to suck on the now bruised skin. Pulling away, a deep purple hickey greets him, and Janus can't help grinning at his handiwork.

He pats Roman's hips lovingly. 

"That's a nice look on you, puppy," Janus teases, as he pulls his cocks halfway out of Roman's ass, before pushing back in, hard. His lips kiss over Roman's neck further, before trailing over his shoulder. 

He begins a slow rhythm of thrusting, purposefully taking his time. He could only imagine that Roman would be fuming at Janus for being such a tease under normal circumstances, but right now, Roman looks grateful to be getting any pleasure at all. Janus was sure his little, melted, puppy mind was delighted by the idea of being bred, regardless of how long Janus wanted to torture him. 

As he presses more hickeys over Roman's shoulders, Janus forces himself to repress his own pleasured moans, which were caused by his cocks rubbing against each other, buried inside Roman's hole. It didn't matter how stretched out Roman was, it was always a tight fit. 

Roman moans unashamedly though, letting out incoherent noises as Janus thrusts into him. Drool drips down his chin, but he can't think enough to wipe it away. Similarly, his cock leaks onto the cushions below. After being stuck hard for an entire day, he feels incredibly sensitive. 

When Janus's thrusts become even harder, Roman starts letting out more pathetic noises, until he finally cries out in sheer ecstasy as Janus thrusts against his prostate. 

His nails dig deep into the couch cushions, letting out pleasured sobs as Janus decides to focus that position. His cock throbs, aching with the need to come, but being neglected by Janus's hands.

Janus grunts into Roman's ear, fucking deep into his hole. His thrusts are quick, though not sloppy, and as he continues to suck dark marks over Roman's body, his hands start to travel over the latter's skin. 

He keeps them away from Roman's cock, but reaches underneath Roman to pinch his nipples teasingly, lightly running his nails down Roman's sides afterwards. Submissively, Roman's thighs spread further apart, pushing his chest deeper into the couch. His back was arched like a slut, though Janus can't help cooing and calling him a good puppy for being so willing to expose himself.

"You're such a good puppy," Janus praises, lovingly squeezing Roman's hips. "You're so pretty..." Janus grunts, as he thrusts harder. "Fuck, you feel so good. Do you want to come? Come while being bred?" 

Roman's head nods rapidly, the term 'breeding' ringing over in his head over and over. 

Janus laughs through his own breathless grunts, amused by Roman's desperation. 

"Alright, mutt," Janus murmurs, tucking his chin on Roman's shoulder, and tugging his hair hard to keep his head upright. Speaking into Roman's ear, Janus whispers "you can come, love. But only if you think about how pretty you look right now. How pretty you look underneath me. Only if you're thinking about my cocks inside of you, and the fact pups are going to be shot into you, and you're going to be bred, like all useful puppies are." Groaning, Janus's nails dig tighter into Roman's trembling body. "You can come, but only if and when you internalize how much I love you. Alright, puppy? Alright, Roman?" 

Roman lets out a pathetic, pleased cry at Janus's instructions, being cemented into his head as requirements thanks to the hypnosis. 

There's a few moments where Janus thinks Roman's being edged, crying in a mixture of frustration and sensitivity, and Janus worries Roman won't be able to come at all. For a moment, he feels sad that Roman's struggling, because he can make a guess on which part of his instructions Roman's struggling on, but in a surprising, sudden, and rather intense moment, Roman suddenly comes untouched, making a mess of the couch below him. 

With his orgasm, he tenses, squeezing hard around Janus's cocks. Janus groans, forcing himself to hold back for a bit longer, before he's coming into Roman's ass, both of them moaning. 

He rolls his hips throughout his orgasm, before pulling out, and snickering at the way Roman collapses almost immediately after. 

Janus tucks himself back into his pants, taking the time to tidy himself back up, before a lovingly rubbing Roman's back.

"Deep breaths, darling," Janus soothes, as Roman pants, mind blissful but deliciously empty. After he takes a nap, he should be back to normal, but not until after he's gotten some well deserved rest. And personally, Janus wanted to wait to shower, as he'd rather sleep with Roman than abandon him to get some sweat off of him. Besides, if he showered alone, there'd be no one for him to sweetly take care of, and no beautiful muscles to grope. 

Humming, pleased, Janus cuddles up against Roman's back, kissing briefly over his shoulders, before letting his eyes close. 

Chapter Text

"Good morning, Logan!" Patton exclaims, walking into the kitchen. Logan tilts his head upwards slightly, not surprised to see that the former was already fully dressed and giddy. While Logan was also fully dressed, and sipping on a nice cup of coffee, he didn't nearly have enough energy to greet Patton with the same enthusiasm. 

So instead, he turns to face him, politely nodding. "Morning, Patton." 

"How'd you sleep?" 

Logan resisted the urge to blurt out that he hated small talk. Every morning, Patton had a routine of asking the same few questions to whoever happened to be awake with him. Though Logan found it annoying, he understood that some people really valued their routines. He was one of them, and found it incredibly frustrating, if not meltdown-inducing when his plans were muddled with. 

"It was good." Logan's response is short and to the point, to keep things simple. It was the same way he responded every time he was asked. 

Patton grins from ear to ear, genuinely delighted by the mundane news. 

"Care to pour me a cup?" he then asks, pulling out a chair seated around the kitchen table in order to take a seat and wait. Despite the fact that most of them could generally fit into the seats fine, Patton was so large that it seemed like he was going to break it at any moment.

He was tall enough that his feet were planted flat on the floor, knees raised high, and his back stretched further than the back of the chair could cover. His legs were hardly spread - despite the fact that Logan knew Patton would be man-spreading if they'd been sitting on the couch - because the arms of the chair prevented further mobility. In fact, they dug into his thick thighs, and the sides of his large gut. 

Still though, Patton rests his hairy arms on the sides of the chair, leaning back casually as far as he could while watching Logan move to grab a mug. 

"Black, or with cream?" Logan asks, moving to grab the pot and filling the mug up halfway, leaving room in case Patton wants any additives.

"Make the rest cream, please. I like my beverage to match my mood, and I'm feeling awfully sweet today." Patton responds, still smiling. "If I were taking my coffee like I take my men, though, I suppose I'd have it bitter."

Logan freezes momentarily, a little caught off guard by the off-color joke coming from Patton. Normally, anything with even a remotely sexual interpretation wouldn't come from his mouth. It wasn't that he was shy or embarrassed by the topic, more so just out of courtesy (though he did like to flaunt his frequent misuse of the word adultery, and none of them missed the amused gleam in his eye when they all had dramatic reactions; Logan was convinced that Patton knew the meaning but kept throwing it around solely to get a rise out of them). But when he moves to the fridge to grab the carton of French vanilla creamer, he sneaks a glance at Patton and sees that he's still smiling cheerily. Maybe Logan was reading too deep into otherwise innocent words.

So, Logan decides to play along. 

"Surprising. I would have assumed your type to be other sweet, optimistic people." Logan turns to hand Patton his coffee as he speaks, the latter accepting it warmly, and giving Logan an appreciative nod. 

Patton takes a large gulp of his coffee, before licking his lips and grinning. "You think I'm sweet?"

Logan resists the urge to roll his eyes. "I think you're a lot of things. 'Sweet' is just what relates to our current conversation. So, yes." 

Laughing, Patton nods in understanding, finishing his coffee off with another drink. Logan stares at him while he drinks it down, wondering briefly if he should have grabbed a bigger mug, before Patton sets his mug to the side, pretending not to notice the way Logan stares as he licks the leftover drink off his lips. 

"Back to your... surprise over my type; haven't you ever heard the phrase 'opposites attract?'" 

Patton offers his mug back to Logan, who takes it, and fills it up with more coffee, assuming that's what Patton was silently asking for. Patton accepts the refilled mug gratefully. 

"You're starting to sound like Roman," Logan utters, with a quick roll of his eyes, before he clears his throat and answers the question, despite the obvious rhetoric. "Yes, I have heard of the phrase. I don't believe it has much merit. A lot of studies actually prove quite the opposite; people tend to be more attracted to people more like them, both in personality, and in a lot of cases, physicality." 

Patton hums, stirring his coffee with his pinkie finger. "I guess that's true in some cases. But not in all of them." 

"Of course not. There are outliers in every study." 

Bringing his pinkie finger to his mouth, Patton sucks the dripping coffee from it, never breaking eye contact with Logan. 

 "What about you? Where do you stand in regards to those studies? An outlier, or within the bounds?" Parton's question seems genuine, but Logan could read the intrigue in Patton's eyes. Clearly there was more that he wanted to ask, but he was holding back. Logan could only wonder for what sake.

"I... I don't know," Logan admits, suddenly turning away in order to avoid Patton's intense gaze. "I've never really analyzed myself in those regards. I'm not really a romantic person."

Patton smiles, emitting a closed-mouth laugh. "Well I'm sure the studies don't all relate to romance. At least, not solely the tamer aspects of romance. How are the results in regard to lust?"

That's where Logan draws the line, suddenly exclaiming "Patton! What is up with you today? Usually you're not so... so... adult."

He doesn't know how else to word it, but he's sure Patton gets the message. Usually, the moral side would be hesitant to approach anything remotely sexually, opting instead to crack a joke and deflect. But now? 

Patton just looks at Logan. "We're both adults, aren't we?" 

"You just... don't usually talk like this." 

"That's because we stand next to the two most dramatic people we know. Imagine if I made a dirty joke in front of them. Roman would immediately equate me with a brother he dislikes, and Virgil with the friend he no longer speaks to. I try my best to make sure I don't make them uncomfortable. And I try my best to not cause a scene, but we both know that sometimes I just can't help it." He laughs a little at himself, before waving his hand dismissively. "Now answer my question. what are your preferences regarding sexual partners?" 

Logan flushes, stammering. "I don't know! Again, I've never really thought about it."

Patton pushes his chair out, moving to stand up, causing Logan to be hyper aware of the fact Patton is so much taller than him. So much bigger. What would typically make him seem so huggable and soft can make him seem intimidating under a different light. And in this case, Logan was backing himself up to the counter, flustered and unable to fully process Patton's questions. 

Leaning down slightly, Patton makes sure they're nearly face-to-face, though his large gut slightly presses against Logan's front in the process.

Patton smiles, and what once was a soft, helpful smile, suddenly looks a little bit more... sensual.

"Do you want help finding out? Patton asks, voice hushed, and deep. "You can decline, of course," he then adds, back to that friendly, comforting tone. "But if you want to experiment a little, we can test the opposites attract theory first. After all, you've gut to start somewhere!" Patton laughs heartily at his own joke, patting his chubby stomach as he says it. 

He then leans back a little, in order to give Logan some space, but Logan stays pressed up against the counter. So many conflicting thoughts were running through his head. Admittedly, the idea to test out scientific research to prove whether or not it was actually true was always appealing, but he also knew that this is Patton's way of attempting to initiate something sexual - something Logan had never thought about doing with the moral side before. And something that he now found he couldn't stop thinking about.

Logan gulps. 

"Fine," he blurts, head turned to the side, and face bright red. "But... but only for science." 

"Of course," Patton nods, voice reflecting understanding, despite the fact he's grinning giddily. "For science!" 

Patton's large, calloused hands reach and grab Logan, planting firmly on his waist. Logan realizes he never quite paid attention to how large they were, and by extension how large Patton was, but now he's being pulled forward. His smaller, thinner frame is pressed against Patton's front. His form is pushed into the squishy surface, face being submerged between Patton's man boobs. Logan has no idea what to do with his hands, but he doesn't need to know, as one of Patton's hands slide up from his waist, and gently scratch the back of his head in a comforting manner, moments before the other hooks underneath his ass, and lifts him up, forcing Logan to at least attempt to wrap his legs around Patton's midsection, a task that proves quite impossible.

But Patton is supporting him regardless, keeping him from falling. He seems to know what he's doing, and while he has one hand still underneath Logan's butt to make sure that he doesn't fall or slide down, his other hand gently rubs Logan's back, attempting to comfort him.

"If you don't want to do this, you really don't have to," Patton reminds him, carrying Logan out of the kitchen.

Logan, who had been lifted partially away from Patton's chest, hesitantly rests his chin on Patton's shoulder. "I want to do this," he responds, huffing at Patton's little laugh. 

"Curious, ey?" Patton's voice is teasing, and Logan's somewhat glad that his face is hidden due to the dramatic pout he expresses at it. Yeah, he was curious, both to test whether or not opposites did attract, but also as to what Patton looked like nude. And even more so, what Patton was like in bed.

Logan had never thought about it before. He never had a reason to. Sure, those thoughts had popped up once or twice regarding Remus because of all the sexual comments he makes, and sometimes regarding Janus, just because he had a more sensual, more intimate personality. BUT Patton was more about platonic affection, and gentle, sweet, PG words with no ulterior motives or hidden innuendos. 

Logan watches the kitchen slowly recede into the distance, Patton's nearly full cup of coffee left abandoned, while Logan just barely managed to finish his. 

He bounces slightly as Patton climbs the stairs, before a shiver runs through him when he hears a door open. 

He's gently laid down on Patton's bed moments later, Patton then moving to shut the door. He hesitates over the knob for a moment after it's closed, before turning back to Logan.

"Do you want me to lock it?" he then asks, clearly worried about whether or not that would make Logan feel uncomfortable or unsafe.

But Logan has no opposition. "Go ahead," he responds, sitting up slightly. He watches Patton closely as he turns the lock, before returning to Logan with just a couple large steps. He kneels on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping with his weight, before his large hands run under the fabric of Logan's shirt. 

Logan stiffens as the roughness of Patton's palms surprises him, causing goosebumps to spread over his skin, but as Patton pushes Logan's shirt up, exposing more and more of his lean body, Logan can't help but whine. 

"You're so small," Patton comments, just as an observation. "With how much I encourage you to eat, there's hardly any meat on your bones!"

"I bet all of us look small compared to you," Logan refutes, no malice behind his words, just an equally genuine statement. It makes Patton laugh. 

His thumbs gently caress Logan's nipples, before they pull away immediately after. "You're not wrong. All of you are just so... petite. But you... you're tall, at least. Not tall enough though. With so little mass, you're probably so weak!" Patton's thumbs rub harder against Logan's nipples, this time earning a loud moan, as Logan's hands move to cover the sensitive area. But the shy action only makes Patton smile. 

Easily, he uses one of his hands to grab both of Logan's wrists, and is able to effortlessly pin them above Logan's head.

Logan flushes at the action. 

"See what I mean?" Patton comments. "Good thing I'm here to take care of you. I'll make you feel so good, Logan! I'll treat you just right!" To emphasize his point, he leans down, stomach pressing hard against Logan's chest and causing him to gasp, and planting a sweet, and rather dramatic kiss to Logan's cheek. 

Then, while he's so close, he kisses the side of Logan's mouth, more serious this time. 

"Logan," he breathes, eyes staring upwards into Logan's, though Logan's gaze is focused away. 

Logan doesn't respond. 

Gently squeezing Logan's sides, Patton pushes his body further against Logan's, aware of the fact that he was crushing Logan's chest, making breathing more difficult. Logan moans at the pressure, however. 

"Logan," Patton repeats, and this time Logan blinks to look down at him, where Patton's lips are still hovering to the side of Logan's own. 

Logan lets out a shaky, excited breath. "Yeah?" 

"You promise to tell me if you're uncomfortable?" 

Logan's surprised by the question, but is quick to nod. "Of course."

Patton nods, hot breath running over Logan's face. "Good. Good boy. Just say red at any point if you want to stop, okay? I'll stop immediately. I promise. Even if it's because your throat's dry and you want a sip of water; don't hesitate to make sure I know your needs and can meet them. I want to make sure you're feeling as good as you possibly can. Okay, Logan?" 

"Okay." 

"You understand?" 

Logan nods, hands finding Patton's wide shoulders and firmly squeezing them. There's something about being stuck underneath Patton that's making him feel weirdly warm and giddy. "I understand." 

"Good boy." Patton's lips finally plant themselves firmly against Logan's, his thicker tongue prodding into Logan's mouth. Logan moans at the unfamiliar sensation, eyes rolling back into his head as Patton's hands slide down Logan's sides, before coming to rest on his hips, just barely dipping past the jeans he'd slid on less than an hour ago. 

Patton breaks away for a mere moment, licking the excess spit off his lips, as his hands slowly works to peel Logan's jeans off of his body. He's slow on purpose, eyes flickering between the clothing and Logan's face to admire how beautifully flustered he looks, before he tosses the article of closing onto the floor. 

Then his hands move back up, pulling Logan's shirt off his arms and away from his head, and then it's carelessly tossed away as well.

"So small..." Patton coos, sign in pure adoration. "I'd love to pick you up and hold you against the wall while pleasing you." The words are said like they're coming straight out of a daydream, a mixture of innocent and dirtier intent seeping into Patton's voice. Logan whines at the admission.

"I can confidently say that I'm more attracted to your body type," Patton admits, eyes moving back to Logan's, staring at him, forcing eye contact as he speaks. "I'm attracted to the idea of easily being able to manhandle you. The idea of being able to properly carry you into the bath and hold you while giving you aftercare. The fact that when we hug, your head is forced against my chest. And the fact that when we have sex, my cock will no doubt be visible through the thin layer of fat in your stomach." One of Patton's hands pinch at the small amount of pudge in Logan's lower stomach to emphasize his point.

He hums. "But, this wasn't about me, was it? This was about wanting to confirm your results. Come to a conclusion yet?"

Logan is quick to shake his head. "No- no," he stammers, before clearing his throat, turning his head to the side out of humiliation. "Further data is... is required." 

Patton's eyes sparkle in glee, playing along. "Noted. And further data will be provided. I'll just make sure to store it all somewhere safe..." Patton's hands run up Logan's thighs, before one of his fingers runs over the bulge and Logan's boxers, and then slowly trails down, well Patton's free hand holds the area under Logan's knee, lifting Logan's hips up easily, and allowing his finger to trace further downwards, and teasingly linger over his crack, indicating to the awaiting hole. 

Logan lets out a shaky breath.

Patton smiles, and pulls his hand away innocently, before casually leaning over Logan. His stomach presses into Logan's face, squishing Logan's cheek against the side of the bed and his clothed tummy, as he reaches into his bedside drawer.

He seemingly pulls something out of it, shutting the drawer after, before leaning back again, not even realizing - or maybe just not acknowledging - the fact that Logan seemed flustered by the momentary position.

Logan watches as Patton shows him the bottle, clearly wanting Logan to stay in the loop of what they were doing, before setting it to the side. Then, he trails his hands underneath his own shirt, and Logan watches as it's quickly lifted up and over his head in a quick motion. The sudden exposure reveals a squishy stomach and boobs covered in stretch marks. Additionally, Patton's chest is covered in hair, and there's a trail of dirty blonde fuzz that travels down his stomach, leading right to his pants. Sure, Patton had a little bit of facial hair, and extremely hairy arms, and hairy legs, but Logan really never imagined him shirtless. Now that he was seeing him bare, though, it took the beloved phrase "papa bear" to a whole new level.  

Patton grins at Logan's staring. 

"Considering I'm just as fat shirtless, I doubt that's what you're surprised over. Are you, perhaps, seeing something you might like more than you initially thought?" His words are light and teasing, and while Logan wants to refute the statement, huff, and look away, he's stuck staring at Patton's round belly. A part of him wants to grope it, but his own embarrassment stops him. 

Logan doesn't believe in conventional beauty. He believes everyone has their own preferences, and that those preferences can be influenced by those around us, whether that be people or the media. And while Logan has really never thought about his type - romantically or sexually - he's surprised to find out that it might genuinely be Patton. Staring right at Patton, Logan's convinced that there's not a more attractive person or body type out there. It's the culmination of how big he is, how much body heat he produces, the hair on his body, the stretch marks, the squishiness; everything added up together is causing his brain to figuratively short circuit. He assumed his preferences would be based on science, and he'd be more attracted to somebody with a similar build to himself. He couldn't have been more wrong.

"I don't... I don't know," Logan admits, with a few breaths in between.

Patton smiles at him sweetly. "That's okay. You don't have to know. You don't have to come to a conclusion now, or ever really. Even if you like it a little bit, that doesn't have to dictate your preferences. Don't ever feel pressured to put a label on what you like, okay?" Patton's hands lovingly squeeze Logan's thighs. "Afterall, I'd prefer it if you stopped thinking so hard with your head. During times like this, the only thing that should be hard is..." 

Patton's voice trails off, but when Logan follows his eyes down to his own bulge in his boxes, he flushes again.

"Don't look so embarrassed, Logan," Patton soothes, in a teasing voice. "It's cute. Really, I'm flattened. I mean- flattered. *You're* going to be flattened." He winks at Logan playfully, attempting to alleviate some of the tension, though the reminder of the pleasant pressure Patton provides does do quite a lot to soothe him. 

Patton gently pats Logan's thigh, before pulling away shortly after, and Logan watches as Patton then slides his pants and boxers down all in one go. His thighs are covered in the same stretch marks as his upper body, and his legs were known to be hairy, but what Logan focuses on the most is the large cock between Patton's legs, hard and leaking.

While Logan would consider himself to be average, Patton was definitely far above. It was almost unrealistic how long and how girthy he was. 

Logan sits up slightly. "Patton, that's... that's absurd." His voice shakes as he speaks, cutely reflecting his own concern over whether or not that was going to adequately fit inside of him.

"It'll fit," Patton assures him, soothing Logan's unspoken concerns. "Don't worry. I'll make sure you're prepped and everything. I'm not going to risk you tearing solely because I want to have sex with you; I care about you a lot more than that." 

He presses a quick kiss to Logan's thigh as if it'll act as extra assurance, before he scoots back a tad in order to pull Logan's boxers off his body.

Humming happily, Patton gives Logan's cock a few, quick strokes, solely to hear him moan, before pulling away again. He reaches for the lube. 

Logan watches with overly alert eyes as Patton pours half the bottle onto his hand, smearing it over his long, thick fingers, and making sure they're completely coated in the lubricant. Once he seems confident, he looks back towards Logan. 

"Just try to relax for me, okay?" Patton asks, using his free hand to lift Logan's hips off the bed. "Deep breaths. Stop thinking for me. Just focus on the pleasure you're about to feel. I promised I'd take care of you, and intend to hold true to those words." Patton presses a quick kiss to Logan's calf, which he was holding near his shoulder. 

Then, he slides his fingers into Logan. He starts with two, but those two are way bigger than anything Logan's ever taken before. It's overwhelming in the best way; Patton slowly scissors his fingers, spreading Logan's hole until Logan gets over the initial discomfort, and instead starts quietly panting, moaning between sharp inhales. 

"There we go," Patton praises, smiling. "That's it. You're doing so good; you're taking my fingers so well. At this rate, you'll be ready for my cock in no time!" 

Logan doubts that. He sneaks another glance towards the large cock between Patton's legs, letting out a shivering breath when he sees it again, before he's distracted by another finger sliding into his ass. Turning back to Patton, he swallows his spit, embarrassed, when he notices Patton's knowing smile, clearly having witnessed Logan's staring.

He drives his fingers into Logan harder, finally earning a pathetically loud cry, as Logan's head falls back against the pillows. His back arches off the bed at the feeling of Patton's long fingers thrusting hard against his prostate. Though not initially intentional, Patton's thrilled by the reaction it earns, so he aims for that spot from that point forward. 

Each jab into his prostate has him tensing, squirming, and moaning loud, and Patton visibly loves every second of it. 

Soft coos of "you look so cute," and praises of "my good boy" spill into the air, leaving Logan admittedly a little flustered. Such compliments weren't typically reserved for someone like him. Usually praise directed towards his ideas or his intelligence were favored over comments about his physicality or obedience (partially due to the fact he was lawfully defiant if applicable), so the new compliments have him scrambling to receive more. 

His legs spread further apart, flexing with each thrust, and he feels a sudden flash of warmth overtake his body when Patton pushes a fourth finger inside of him. 

But all too soon, the feeling's gone. 

"Now, now, Logan," Patton lightly scolds, shaking his head, as his fingers slowly slip out of Logan's hole. It twitches in protest. "Don't have too much fun. After all, my fingers aren't even the main course!" Patton holds them up proudly, slick with a mixture of lube and sweat, but he wipes them on the bed shortly after. 

Logan watches as Patton reaches for the rest of the lube that he had discarded previously. using the other half, he pours it directly onto his hard cock, pumping his shaft a few times in order to adequately spread the lubricant around.

After he believes his cock is fully coated, he's quick to grab and grope Logan's thighs. He spreads them further apart, causing a pleasant ache the course through Logan's body, before he positions his cock at Logan's hole.

"Ready, Logan?" he asks, but he doesn't wait very long for an answer. Instead, he begins to slowly push in.

Logan is immediately overwhelmed by the sheer girth of Patton's cock. As it pushes into him, he realizes it's a lot more of a stretch than Patton's fingers provided, and he thought that was a lot. He cries out in an excited yet fearful mixture, causing Patton to lean over him. 

"Shhh," Patton soothes, kissing the corner of Logan's lips. "It'll be all right. I promise. just relax. I promise you won't care. I promise it'll feel good." As Patton's cock slides into him, Patton leans harder against him, nearly crushing his stomach, and causing Patton to have to apply more force in order to get more of his shaft in Logan's hole. Logan rolls his hips pathetically, but his small movements mean little to Patton, who's groaning carelessly into Logan's ear. 

"You're so tight," Patton moans, large hands squeezing Logan's thighs. He pushes his cock in a little bit more. "Does it feel good, Logan? How are you feeling. Talk to me." 

"Overwhelming," Logan cries out, glasses skewed on his face. His fingers dig into Patton's wide shoulders. 

Patton suddenly lets up a little, concerned. "Overwhelming in a good way, or overwhelming in a bad way?"

Logan feels weirdly flustered as one of Patton's hands comes to cup his cheek, slowly thumbing at the area and wiping away tears that Logan didn't even know were falling.

"Good," he eventually manages to stammer out. It did feel good, he was just so new to all of these feelings. Sexual pleasure was something he rarely experienced, and now it was quite literally being thrusted upon him. And he was enjoying it a lot. 

Patton nods, sighing in relief. "Good. I'm glad. Don't hesitate to tell me if you feel uncomfortable or unhappy at any point, okay?" Kissing Logan's cheek, Patton couldn't help peppering a bit of affection into this situation, before with a sudden thrust, he manages to fit the rest of his cock inside of Logan. Both of them moan in unison, Logan's nails digging into Patton's shoulders while Patton holds Logan's hips firmly, before they stay like that for a moment, nothing but the sound of their heavy breaths echoing throughout the room. 

Patton pulls back slightly a few seconds later, bright red, but clearly interested in something specific. Much to his delight, he grins once he can finally see Logan's stomach beneath his own. 

Due to the size difference between them, and the girth of Patton's cock compared to Logan's leaner build, there was a noticeable bulge where Patton's cock was nestled inside of him. Rubbing a hand over it, Patton can't help letting out a loving "awwww." 

Logan shifts his hips a bit, whining at the minimal friction he receives, but Patton takes note. 

"Okay, love. I'm going to start out slow, but I'll speed up gradually, okay? That way I don't overwhelm you even more. Besides, it'll give you an opportunity to savor this, and really think about how statistics are holding up right now." 

With that, Patton slowly drags his cock out, before pushing it back in, slow, but hard. His thrusts are firm and angled, but his pace is steady enough to give Logan time to recover after each plunge.

Little moans and shortened breaths between his noises make Patton moan all on his own, more aroused by Logan's surprisingly expressive sounds than he is the moist warmth surrounding his cock. It encourages him to speed up his thrusts slightly, and once more, his cock thrusts hard into Logan's prostate, causing Logan to jolt and cry out in pleasure. 

"Patton!" Logan whines, eyes squeezed shut as pleasured tears roll down his face. "Right there, please! Please!" 

"Aw, you never have to beg for me, Logan." Patton kisses at the tears rolling down Logan's face, holding Logan's hips up off of the bed while he fucks into him. His stomach is back to weighing heavily against Logan's own, but Logan loves it. 

Patton aims for that specific spot, thrusting against it over and over, driving Logan into pleasure-filled, figurative madness. 

He can't even think to beg Patton to touch his cock, and he's not sure such could be accomplished with the gut pressing against it anyway.

But that provides all the friction Logan needs, and with Patton's stomach compressing and rubbing against his cock mixed with the feeling of his prostate being brutally assaulted, Logan's quick to be overcome with warmth, before coming hard with a loud cry. 

Patton's thrusts slow slightly, mainly so he can lift up slightly, but then he's just wrapping a hand around Logan's cock and pumping it quick.  

Logan lets out a sob of overstimulation, crying out pathetically as Patton thrusts and strokes in tandem. Patton's groaning at every clench around his cock, thrusting harder into Logan's hole, though he stays at a slower pace. Judging by the way he bites his bottom lip, eyes occasionally blinking shut for long periods of time, Logan guesses he's getting close. The idea of Patton coming inside of him makes him whimper. 

Cock twitching, Logan's left to writhe in overstimulated pleasure as Patton touches him, relentless in his pursuit of both Logan's cock and his prostate, before Patton suddenly grunts in pleasure. 

And a few more deep thrusts later, Patton's coming inside of Logan, streams of semen flooding into Logan's ass. It causes Logan's stomach to bulge, even fuller with the added come. The feeling of being stuffed completely full proceeds to push him over the edge as well, and his nails dig into Patton's arms as he spills once again, this time making a mess over Patton's hand. 

Both of them stay still for a few seconds, panting and breathing in the air, thick with the smell of musk and sex. It's silent, before Patton is pulling out of Logan, causing a flood of come to spill from Logan's hole. Logan whines at the feeling, but Patton gently shushes him, instead lifting Logan up - ignoring the mess on both of them - and holding him easily against his chest. He then flips onto his back, collapsing against the soft mattress, still cuddling Logan, and holding him tight. 

"Let's take a bit to breathe," Patton says, quietly. "And then I'll get us both cleaned up. And then you can tell me your thoughts about that study. Okay?"

Logan quietly huffs out a laugh, letting his eyes close in post-orgasmic bliss. "Okay."

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Collapsing into a coughing fit, Logan mentally scolds himself for not being used to this by now. Party-hopping provided plenty of opportunities for smoking, and thus plenty of opportunities for smoke to be forcefully blown into his face or down his throat. 

And yet, as Janus forces his lips against Logan's, puffing thick, weed-tinted smoke down his throat, Logan can't keep his eyes from tearing up and pulling away to cough.

He does so into his elbow, though Janus's hand squeezes his as he does. Logan doesn't know if the action is supposed to be comforting or condescending, but when he glances towards him and notices Janus grinning smugly, he can make an educated guess. 

Seated in Janus's lap was Remus, twirling a dap pen between his fingers while his eyes darted around the room, no doubt judging the other people here. Or mentally jerking off to the sight of a few people who are kissing and grinding. 

Next to them is a bottle of wine, gracelessly spilling onto already-stained carpet. Nobody seems to care.

Drunkenly, two people suddenly stumble out of a nearby closet, half-naked and messy. They're both covered in sweat, spit, and glow with post-sex bliss. 

Their presence makes some jock wolf whistle. "Damn!" he slurs, stumbling as he walks. His face is flushed, spit dripping down his chin, and alcohol spilling from a cliché red solo cup. "That's fucking hot!" He moves closer to the closet, hiccupping. "Alright! Who's up next?" His face is twisted into a perverted grin, growing aroused by sheerly thinking of sex. 

Janus and Remus share a look. 

"No," Janus states, before Remus even has the opportunity to express anything. "We're not volunteering."

The drunkard snorts. "If nobody volunteers, somebody's goin' to be volun-told!" 

Remus gives Janus a smug smile. "Don't you want to spare others the shame and humiliation that comes with being trapped in a closet? We should selflessly carry that burden ourselves! Me, you, and our boytoy Logan." Remus slides a finger under Logan's chin, making Logan shiver and flush at the idea of being pushed into a closet with Remus and Janus, no doubt trapped between them in the tight space. 

"I don't care about others," Janus argues, rolling his eyes. "I care about myself, and I don't need to smell like sweat for the rest of the night."'

"Sweat and sex, Janus! It's the sex part that counts." He nudges Janus in the side, and promptly gets pushed off of Janus's lap. Jutting his lip out in a stubborn pout, Janus uncorks a bottle of wine - sitting next to him, easily accessible - and holds it to his lips, downing a few swigs in silent protest of going anywhere. 

Remus groans, falling onto his back in a dramatic motion. 

"Come on!" he exclaims, kicking his feet childishly. "It'd be so fun! We never play party games!"

"Falsehood." 

As Remus's intense gaze turns toward him, Logan feels a flush wash over him. He suddenly desires to avert eye contact, though sensing this, Remus is quick to push himself back up into a sitting position, reaching forward and roughly grabbing Logan's chin. 

Remus teases his vape pen at his own lips, bumping it against his teeth as he grins. "False? Really?" His tone is cold and dry. "Correct me, then."

Glancing towards Janus, Janus is staring at him too, expression nearly unreadable aside from a slight grin on his lips. 

Logan clears his throat awkwardly, as Remus's fingers dig harder into his jaw. 

"If we look at the four parties we attended in the past month, each had at least two stereotypical 'party games,'" Logan explains. "The most common one being spin the bottle, though the most riveting one being strip poker." 

Remus scoffs. "I'd hardly call that game riveting. You stayed completely dressed the whole time." 

"People are worse at bluffing when intoxicated." 

Remus effortlessly turns Logan's head to the side, inspecting him. 

"Per your request, we participated in two games of spin the bottle, though both usually ended whenever your spin landed on Janus or I, as you'd get so... intense that we'd be permanently distracted from the game. We played strip poker, and you lost on purpose. Beer pong, which you were surprisingly good at, among others." 

Remus raises an eyebrow, thumbing over Logan's lips, while he uses his tongue to play with the pen in his mouth. 

Logan swallows the spit in his mouth, concluding with "therefore, it's inaccurate to say we never participate in any party games." 

Letting out a huff-like laugh, Remus continues to stare at Logan, as if thinking. 

Then, he's scooting closer, holding the pen pinched between his lips still as he sucks in a deep breath of drugged air, before pulling Logan's face closer. He pushes their lips against each other, immediately forcing all of the smoke he just inhaled down Logan's throat. 

Logan's eyes tear up, as he coughs against Remus's mouth, but Remus moves a hand to the back of Logan's head, keeping him still, despite his initial instinct to recoil. 

Eventually, when Remus relaxes somewhat, Logan's quick to pry his head away, coughing outright into the air. Spit dribbles down his chin, though he's unsure if it's from Remus's tongue forcing its way into his mouth, or the force at which he exhales the smoke. 

He pants afterwards, face flushed, slumping over slightly as Remus muses at his figure. 

Turning back to Janus, Remus motions towards Logan. "Isn't he an encouraging factor?" Remus asks, prodding at a new angle. "Don't you want to absolutely fuck him up? He'd be so cute stuck between us!" 

Janus's lips press together in consideration, eyes searching Logan's face for any signs of discomfort, before disregarding hin entirely upon finding none. He scoots closer to Remus and Logan, setting a hand on Logan's inner thigh, though it slowly creeps further in. 

"Remus, honestly, would all of us in there really be a good idea?"

"People have seen us having sex before." Remus shrugs, nonchalant, though Logan goes red at the reminder. "You've started bringing lube just in case we decide to have a little fun. Neither of us are shitfaced... yet. It won't hurt to let loose and fuck a little!" 

Despite his attempts at convincing Janus, he seems a lot less confident the more he speaks. 

"Of course, if you really don't want to, that's okay," Remus then adds, tugging at the collar of his shirt. 

Janus sighs.

"Do you actually want to have sex in that closet?" Janus asks, sounding judgmental and tired, but it's a genuine question. 

"Yes."

Janus rolls his eyes, but relents nonetheless. "Alright, love, but only because my interest is piqued." 

Remus stims, hands slapping against his thighs, before he stands up and proudly announces "we volunteer!" 

Janus huffs at the dramatics, while Logan flushes at the recognition they get, both for volunteering and from the actual recognition spreading between frequent partygoers. Anybody who frequented at least two or three local parties a month had gotten used to seeing Janus and Remus there, always accompanied by their new boyfriend, and designated driver, Logan. Though, he always ended up incapacitated one way or another, with shaky legs and hips that hurt and required all of them to end up passing out on somebody's couch. 

The drunken man looks over at Remus too, hiccupping as he does so. "Wooo! Party!" the guy slurs, as he waves his hand sloppily towards the closet. "It's all yours! We'll let you out in seven minutes or so..." 

He trails off, getting distracted by something nearby, and toddles off, stumbling. 

Remus grins, grabbing Logan's hand and pulling him up. Panicking momentarily, Logan reaches and grabs Janus's hand, pulling him up as well. They lead each other towards the closet, Logan struggling to keep up with Remus's long strides as he's essentially dragged along, while Janus pouts and mourns the fact he dropped his wine bottle along the way.

Remus is first into the closet, pulling Logan in and against his chest, and Janus squeezing inside after, pulling the door shut behind him. 

The closet is incredibly small, and the three of them hardly fit within. Logan's trapped between both of his partner's torsos; Remus's hands firm on his upper arms, and Janus's hands planted on his waist. 

Shrouded in sudden darkness, all of them wait a few moments for their eyes to adjust, before Janus is settling his chin on Logan's shoulder. 

He presses a few kisses to Logan's bare skin, before nipping gently at the flesh. Logan gasps, and instinctively tries to move forward, but Janus holds him in place.

"So sensitive," Remus teasingly coos, grinning. "I would think that you'd be less receptive considering how many times we've fucked before."

"He likes his foreplay," comes Janus's amused response. "I can't really blame him. If I had two handsome, strong, sexy men touching me, I'd want them to take their time too."

"I'm too impatient for that."

"Too impatient for this?" Slowly, Janus's hands slide up Logan's shirt, fingers running over Logan's nipples. Skillfully, they pinch and rub at the area, causing Logan to suddenly jolt and moan, chest arching forward. His hands come to rest on the front of his shirt, grabbing fruitlessly at Janus's moving fingers through the fabric.

"Wait," he gasps, desperately sensitive. "Wait, please!

Despite his lewd protests, Janus only gets rougher with his touches, pinching the buds with more force, and watching as Logan cries out and pleasure.

Remus hums in playful consideration. "Hm... I suppose I could wait a little longer to get to fucking him if it means I get to keep seeing this pathetic display." 

Logan flushes at the backhanded compliment, whining as Remus's own hands slide down to his sides, before Remus is bending slightly to grab Logan's thighs and forcibly spread his legs slightly. 

He roughly squeezes Logan's inner thighs, before he grinds his palm roughly over Logan's crotch, snickering when Logan gasps and attempts to buck into the surface, only for Remus to pull his hand away immediately after. 

"Tsk, tsk, Logan," Remus playfully scolds him, "don't get too excited! Wouldn't want to get overstimulated too soon, now would we?" 

Janus presses a kiss to the side of Logan's face, fingers easing considerably on Logan's nipples to provide the latter with a brief respite. "I don't know; the idea of that sounds fun. And I'm sure Logan wouldn't complain about the additional sensitivity." 

He gives Logan's nipples a harsh pinch as he finishes up his sentence, watching as Logan's back arches again, as if reaching for more touch, despite the fact his hands are desperately trying to pry Janus's hands away from his chest. It's essentially a conflict of interest between Logan physically and mentally. Physically, it's overwhelming; too much in the best way. But mentally, he craves it, and even though he's squirming in an attempt to get away, he's just going to whine once it ends anyway. 

Pushing further against Logan, Remus reaches out to grab Janus instead, holding him by the back of his head as he pulls him in for a kiss, squishing Logan between them in the process. 

Logan's stuck with his face buried in Remus's chest as he hears them sloppily kiss, no doubt being more lewd on purpose. Wet suckling and sexual groans spill from them both, before he feels Remus grind against his front, which has Logan moaning and whining at the lack of deliberate attention being directed towards him. 

His noises draw Remus and Janus's attention, and they pull away snickering, spit glistening against Remus's lips. 

Remus scoffs. "Aw, does the pathetic whore want to be tongue-fucked too?" 

There's whirring behind him, followed by Janus exhaling a cloud of vanilla smoke that wraps around Logan's head, before eventually dispersing within the confines of the closet. He's embarrassed to admit that the smell gets him even more excited. 

Upon receiving no answer, Remus roughly grabs Logan's chin, pulling his face upwards. Leaning in close, he repeats himself. 

"I said: 'does the pathetic whore want to be tongue-fucked too?'" 

Logan gasps, biting his lip as Remus regards him with such condescending roughness, only to flush when he feels Janus's hands dip into his pants, slowly unbuttoning them and urging them down, sliding slowly off of Logan's hips and down his thighs, boxers slipping with them. 

"Yes!" Logan answers, honest in his desperation. It makes Remus smirk. 

Remus pats Logan's thigh, purposely being a bit rough with the action. "Good boy," he coos, before taking a hit of his pen. He simultaneously leans in to kiss Logan and picks him up in one go, pulling Janus's hands away from Logan's body but forcing Logan to kick his pants fully off, and then wrap his bare legs around Remus's midsection. His arms immediately circle around Remus's shoulders, pushing up against him. 

"Scared I'll drop you?" Remus teases, bouncing Logan gently, once they pull away. Logan coughs, taking a minute to respond. 

Using his shoulder to wipe some tears from his eyes, Logan huffs. "Not scared; I know how you are though. One fleeting thought and I'll be on my ass in a matter of seconds." 

Janus snickers. "He's got a point." 

It's Remus's turn to huff, but as a little payback, he pretends to drop Logan, leaving him to yelp in surprise, nails digging into Remus's back as his legs tighten. 

"Remus!" Logan exclaims, as he gently slaps Remus on the back. "Asshole!"

Remus laughs, before pressing an actual kiss to Logan's lips, following it up with biting and sucking, lewd and rough. Despite the bitterness, Logan kisses back, moaning as Remus's sharp teeth dig into his lips, drawing small beads of blood that Remus then eagerly laps up, before diving his tongue deep into Logan's mouth, licking around the inside in an undignified manner. It's sloppy and frankly quite disgusting, and yet, Logan finds himself chasing the lingering taste of weed and wine when Remus pulls away, whining. 

Remus snickers at the pathetic display. "Slut." 

Logan suddenly startles at a clicking sound behind him, akin to the sound of a cap opening. 

"Oh, Remus," Janus lightly chastises. "It's not his fault he's addicted to the taste of you. You and I both know how addictions work." Behind Logan, he winks, before pouring what turns out to be lube onto his fingers. "And you know what else he's addicted to?" The question lingers in the air for a few seconds , as Janus ghosts his slick fingers over Logan's hole. Logan shivers at the cold contact.

'What?" Remus asks, though he's smiling like he already knows the answer.

"Our cocks." Punctuating his words is a rough thrust of Janus's fingers as they push into Logan. Three of them at once slide into his hole, earning a pathetic whine, before Janus begins to slowly scissor Logan open.

Remus seems to be in complete agreement, as he nods his head rapidly. "Oh yeah. Definitely. Honestly, after being fucked by us that first time, I don't even think he can masturbate without fantasizing that we're there using his desperate body."

Janus's face lights up. "Do you think he pictures us overwhelming him? Blowing more drugs down his throat?"

"I like to think that he imagines us objectifying him; using him as a neat little party trick just to get other people's attention, and maybe get some free alcohol out of it. After all, people would pay an arm and leg just to get a taste of this slut after he's been stuffed full of our cum. Like a homemade gusher!" 

Janus hums in playful consideration. "You know, that's not too bad of an idea."

Logan flushes a dark red. Obviously, they would never let such dirty people touch their pristine toy, but the idea of being passed around like a fleshlight to people he doesn't even know has him kind of excited. Especially because he knows that he would just inevitably be given back to Remus and Janus and be reminded of why he fantasizes about them specifically. Because they're great at sex, and especially good driving Logan mad.

Sighing, Janus suddenly leans his forehead against Logan's shoulder, pushing a fourth finger inside. "I'm growing impatient."

That statement makes Remus laugh. "That's new, coming from you." He shifts Logan's position so that he's lifted a bit higher, giving Janus a new angle. With it, his fingers suddenly thrust against Logan's prostate, causing Logan to suddenly let out a loud cry.

It makes Remus groan in response. "Fuck," Remus curses. "You know what, I see exactly what you mean. Maybe you should.. speed up the process." 

Janus sighs again. "Remus, you know why we can't. We won't hurt him. At least, not while we're prepping him. We have to make sure he doesn't tear."

The statement makes Logan freeze momentarily. He turns his head as well as he can to look at Janus.

"Tear?" He asks, curiously, whining as Janus's fingers once again brush up against his prostate. "Why would I tear? We've copulated a few times; if anything, I hardly believe you needed to stretch me at all. I thought this was just foreplay. Is it... is it not foreplay?" 

Remus and Janus exchange a look.

"Well, it does double as foreplay," Janus vaguely comments, with a shrug. Slowly, his fingers slide out of Logan.

"But, that wasn't our main intention!" Remus pipes up, cheery as always. "In actuality, we have to make sure you're thoroughly stretched open. How else are you supposed to fit both mine and Janus's cocks in your tight little ass?" 

"What?" Logan squeaks out, embarrassed, excited, and a little bit afraid all at once. "How... how are you... is that even possible?"

"According to porn, yeah," Remus responds, nonchalant.

Janus works better console him. "Of course it is," he soothes, kneading small, comforting shapes into Logan's hips. "Trust me; Remus and I would never put you in to any non-consensual danger. This is completely possible, so long as we make sure that you're prepped right. In order to prevent tearing, I'm going to make sure you're stretched open, okay? Do you trust me?"

Logan shifts where he's being held, attempting to process all of the information that he has suddenly been given.

It takes him a few seconds, but after he runs through what they're telling him, and is reminded that Janus and Remus have never hurt him in a way he didn't want before, he slowly nods.

"Yes," he vocalizes "I trust you."

"And the safe word?" Janus asks.

"Red," Logan responds, as he leans forward to bury his face into Remus's neck. His answer admittedly has both Remus and Janus sighing, and nodding relieved at the affirmation that Logan knows what to say if he's uncomfortable or wants to back out.

Janus then presses an array of soft kisses to Logan's shoulders. "Good boy," he whispers, as he works to coat both hands of his hands fully in lube. "You're doing so good for us so far. Just a little bit more prep, and we'll fill you soon enough." 

"Yeah, good bitch," Remus praises, in his own weird sort of way. "You can wait a bit longer to have cocks inside of you, can't you? I know that you're a cock-whore, but to drunk people, seven minutes passes real slow. So we have all the time in the world to tease you, and slowly bring you to the edge, denying you any sort of pleasure that you could want. I want to make you so desperate for dick that you'll beg for it like the bitch that you are. Doesn't that sound fun?"

A whine is the only response Logan can muster, pathetic and high pitches as he shoves his face further into Remus's neck. The action makes Remus chuckle. 

"I think that counts as a yes," Janus taunts, as he once more begins pushing fingers into Logan's hole. It stretches easier around his fingers, which is a good sign. Once all are nestled inside of him, Logan feels two more begin to push inside. He tenses at the feeling. 

"More?" he whines, and Janus laughs softly. 

As Remus kisses the side of Logan's head to assure him, Janus answers quietly "yes, darling. Just a little bit more. I know you're eager; believe me, I'm just as excited." 

Another pushes into Logan, and Logan attempts to grind his hips down onto Janus's fingers, which has Remus slapping Logan's outer thigh. 

"Whore," he spits, as Logan whines again, this time due to being deprived. "Janus just told you to be patient! If we have to wait to even get our cocks out, you can hold yourself back. Stop being such a desperate slut." 

Janus snickers. "You can't ask him to change his entire personality."

"Hey!" Logan finally responds, huffing, but Remus seems to be ready the moment Logan pulls away. As soon as his head moves from Remus's neck, Remus is there to catch his lips, having taken a quick hit. Once more, Logan's mouth is flooded with thick smoke, and he chokes on the smog. 

Grinning, Remus moves his other hand away from Logan's body, leaving him to support himself with just his arms wrapped around Remus and his legs tightly clamped around him, as well as his back against Janus's front. With this freed hand, Remus grabs Logan's hair roughly, pulling it to make him cry out in pain, before holding him still as he takes another hit. 

Logan hardly has time to brace himself before smoke is being blown hard into his face. 

He cringes, gagging on some of the air, while the rest stings his eyes, surprising Logan as he foolishly believed he'd be protected at least somewhat by his glasses. Immediately, he squeezes his eyes shut, but tears are already welling up in them. It makes Logan blink rapidly, wiping his eyes best he can, before whining. 

"Remus," he utters, using the back of his hand to rub at his eyes. 

Remus laughs under his breath. "I know, I know; you don't want my germs on your face. Or for me to fog up your glasses." His lips then press against the corner of Logan's mouth. "But you just look so cute choking and wheezing. And, this did provide a good distraction, didn't it? Fun little way to pass the time?" 

Remus's words alert Logan to the fact that Janus's fingers were still slowly thrusting in and out of them, but as he clenches briefly, he realizes there's a lot more inside of him compared to last time he'd focused on them. It makes him whine, moving once more to tuck his face back into Remus's shoulder. 

But then Janus's fingers are sliding out of him completely. 

Logan's hole desperately tightens around them in an attempt to keep them nestled inside, but Janus wrenches them out anyway, kissing Logan's shoulder. 

"Ready for the main event?" Janus asks, voice soft, though Logan can hear both Remus and Janus scrambling to get their cocks out. Janus quickly unzips his pants while Remus just effortlessly shuffles his own boxers down until they're laying around his ankles. 

"Be a dear and lube me up too, won't you Janus?" Remus coos, and Janus rolls his eyes, but nods anyway. 

Janus's slick fingers work a handful of lube over his own cock, rubbing up and down his shaft with firm fingers in order to fully slather his length. Then, he reaches under Logan with another glob in his hand, smearing over Remus's large, long cock. He gives Remus a few hard strokes, alleviating some of the need that's been building in him, before pulling away.

Remus is basically bouncing on his heels, holding tight to Logan with one hand once again as he smiles wide. "Ready?!" he asks, though it's unclear whether he's addressing Logan or Janus.

Both of them answer though, Janus with a positive hum, and his own hands coming to rest on Logan's hips, and Logan moaning out an anticipatory "yes." 

Janus lines up his cock first, dragging the tip over Logan's hole while Remus graciously spreads Logan's cheeks for him. He expects some sort of snarky comment from Logan bashing Janus for teasing him, but all he gets is a pathetic whine, as Logan attempts to roll his hips down, as if silently encouraging Janus to thrust up into him already.

Janus is slow with his movements, but as he whispers quiet praises, he begins to slowly push his cock into Logan's hole. Logan moans at the familiar feeling, only to suddenly cry out as Remus shamelessly lines his own cock up with Logan's ass, and then roughly thrusts in.

"Remus!" Janus scolds, as Logan's head falls back in a moan. "We have to be gentle!" 

Remus pouts in response, stomping his foot like a child. "But that's no fun! And you know he wants to be fucked and stuffed like a cheap fleshlight. I'm just satisfying his desires!" 

Biting his lip, Janus leans in closer to Logan. 

"Remember your safe word, darling," Janus murmurs, kneading gently into Logan's fat thighs in a comforting manner, before nodding at Remus. 

"Let's ruin him."

Logan barely has time to gasp at Janus's statement before they're both sliding out, and roughly thrusting in at the exact same time. The stretch and fullness brings tears to Logan's eyes, turning him into a babbling, moaning mess. 

Remus can't help attaching his teeth to Logan's neck, biting hard at his flesh and then sucking dark marks into it. His tongue laps over beads of blood that begin to drip down his collarbone, before repeating the process a few more times.

Logan's hands tangle in Remus's hair, though his head falls back and rests against Janus's shoulder. 

He's so full; he feels like he's stretching an absurd amount. Both of their cocks fucking deep into him has him mewling pathetically with sheer, overwhelming pleasure. Logan is bounced slightly with each forcible push upwards, but otherwise isn't given much room to move on their cocks. His pleasure is dependent on how fast and how hard they thrust into him. 

Suddenly, both of them thrust against his prostate, and Logan cries out pathetically loud. He's sure people can hear him outside of the closet, but he's not sure he cares too much. 

Let them hear him for all he cares, and a shiver courses through him as he thinks back to the first time Janus and Remus used him; all of the eyes on him spoke to an urge inside of him that he didn't even know he had. Seeing people get off to his messy display was a huge plus as well. 

He whines as Janus and Remus focus their thrusts on his prostate, both of them determined to drive him metaphorically crazy with pleasure. 

His own nails dig into Remus's shoulders, piercing his skin through his shirt as he grasps at whatever he can to get a solid hold. His legs shake with each thrust, and at some point Remus's position changes again to grab Logan's fat thighs. He forcibly peels them away from his body and holds them out slightly, forcing his legs apart and keeping them spread in the air. The new position makes Logan cry out, and there's a slight ache in upper thighs, but it felt too good to complain about. 

Though, he does whine at the loss of friction on his cock. Sure, warmth still floods his midsection with each push against his prostate, but he desperately aches to move his hands to touch his length. 

Instead, he holds tighter to Remus, leaning forward slightly to maintain any sort of stability. It does little to help the way his body jolts as he bounces on their combined cocks. 

"P-please!" Logan stammers, between short gasps. "Please, touch me!" 

Remus snorts, a sadistic look in his eye. "We are touching you," he grunts out, panting under his breath. "Is this not enough? You want more?"

"He's getting greedy. We spoil him too often," Janus responds, breathing heavily into Logan's ear. "Maybe we should just pull out now and edge him. I mean, we have been doing all the work. We might as well make him really appreciate us." 

"I do! I do!" Logan's quick to exclaim, tears rolling down his cheeks as they thrust harder into him. He nearly lets out a sob, begging "please, please, please touch me." 

Janus and Remus exchange a glance.

It's Remus who finally answers. "Hm. No." 

Then together, they both thrust into his prostate; Janus's arms wrapping around Logan's chest to effectively pull at his nipples. The two joint actions cause Logan's eyes to roll back in his head, toes curling as warmth overwhelms his body. He can barely choke out a loud cry before he's coming untouched. 

His come splatters against Remus's chest, spasming with the force of his orgasm. Then he's slumping forwards, leaning his chest and upper body against Remus. Weak whimpers spill through as they continue using him, but he's too oversensitive to form any coherent protests. Not that he'd protest anyway. He enjoys the fact that aside from a few uttered, grunted insults and praises, they don't stop. 

"Fucking slut," Remus groans, nipping at Logan's neck. "Guess you really didn't want to be edged, huh?" 

Janus huffs out a laugh at Remus's joke, though he does lightly slap the side of Logan's thigh. "We really have to train you to start holding back more. It's embarrassing that you're coming as quick as you are." 

"Felt so good..." Logan defends, with a pathetic whine. "You guys... made me feel so- so good."

Janus and Remus exchange another look, both of them honestly a bit flustered, though Remus is grinning cheekily, thriving off the praise, while Janus just purses his lips together, unsure of how to respond to the sincerity. He decides to press his lips to Logan's shoulder in a subtle act of affection. 

Judging by their more sporadic breathing, and occasional grunts or moans against his body, Logan assumes they're getting close as well, and he whines, hoping that their orgasms come sooner rather than later. 

His own cock twitches, and Logan whines again, an unspoken plea for them to hurry.

Finally, Remus and Janus both let out obscene sounding groans, and bury themselves deep inside of Logan, both squeezing him firm as they come inside of him, together. Both loads shooting into him has Logan moaning, clenching around their cocks, before both of them pull out unanimously. 

Logan can feel their come dripping out of him slowly, and he lets out a soft groan as Remus brings Logan's legs back to his waist, holding him supportively while Janus quickly tucks both him and Remus back into their pants, finding Logan's boxers on the floor and picking those up as well. 

Maneuvering Logan around, they manage to slide his boxers back on him, right as the doorknob to the closet begins to turn.

It's pulled open before any of them have the time to register it, and are met with multiple eyes on the door. Some look disappointed to see Logan in underwear, or to see all of them somewhat clothed at all, but some are unashamedly masturbating. When Logan notices, he flushes dark. He loves the attention, and he keeps receiving it, but it doesn't override the sheer humiliation that comes with it. 

The guy who let them out wolf whistles, hanging drunkenly on the door. "Damn! That was a long seven minutes! Looks like you guys had fun though." He winks. Logan hides his face. Janus and Remus snicker, and carry him back out, bringing him to the nearest couch, and kissing his head before cuddling up around him. 

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"Remus, please; I'm busy," Logan states, unamused. His foot gently nudges Remus away from him, where he was previously rubbing and humping against Logan's shin. "Be patient." 

Remus whines, rolling dramatically against the floor, as if Logan had kicked him. 

"You're not busy!" Remus protests, hitting his fists against the floor. "You're overworking yourself, as per usual! All the work you needed to finish by today has been done for a week at least! If anything, you're like two years ahead of schedule!" 

"That's a major exaggeration," Logan punctuates. 

Remus huffs. "Regardless, you're not busy. You're just working ahead. You deserve a break every once in a while, and what better way to break than by breaking your boyfriend." Remus wiggles his eyebrows, but Logan doesn't even spare him a glance. 

"Later."

Groaning, Remus sits up, only to sprawl back on the floor once more, head thumping hard against it. "But I want to have fun now! And I can see the tension in your body. You must be so stressed! Don't you think some stress relief would be helpful?" Remus watches as Logan's hands pause for a moment, the gentle clicking of his keyboard pausing momentarily, before Logan shakes his head and gets back to typing seconds later. 

"While I'd say yes on most occasions, I wouldn't consider myself to be stressed right now. I think you're confusing tension with concentration." 

But Remus had already noted his hesitation. 

He pushes himself up into a sitting position, and then to a partially standing crouched one. He creeps up behind Logan, before setting his hands on Logan's shoulders. Logan doesn't startle. 

He sighs. "What are you doing, Remus?"

"Alleviating the tension in your body," Remus responds, in a smart-ass way, "otherwise known as giving you a massage." 

Logan trills quietly, before going quiet, seemingly relenting as Remus's fingers dig into his shoulders. While Roman is firm but sweet with his massages, Remus is a lot rougher, but in turn his fingers dig a lot deeper, thoroughly working at the muscle. Logan has to admit it does actually feel nice. Up until Remus's fingers begin to slide down his back. 

"Remus," Logan warns, but Remus's hands immediately jump right back up to his shoulders. 

Snickering, Remus leans near Logan's ear. "Sorry," he apologizes, but he hardly means it, "you're just too hard to resist! All I want to do is touch you. Or, have you touch me." 

Logan shrugs Remus's hands off of him. "I'm busy." 

Huffing, Remus stomps his foot. "You're not! You're not busy! You're drowning yourself in boring work, boring scheduling, and boring isolation! It's okay to take a break! Live a little! Have sex! Do drugs! Sell your soul!" 

Logan pushes his chair away from his desk, turning to stare at Remus. "Remus, please. I'm politely asking you to leave me be." 

"And I'm politely asking you to consider your own wellbeing! Surely, your legs must need a stretch. And when was the last time you even got off? Sexual frustration is a killer." 

Eye twitching, Logan sighs, and his hands rub over the top of his thighs rapidly, stimming. Clearly, he's debating something. 

"Fine." 

"Fine?" Remus clarifies, perking up, hopeful. 

Logan stands up from his chair, very gently closing his computer, and setting it to the side. He then organizes his papers, torturously slow, until everything has been cleared off of his desk, put into drawers or literally set on top of a different surface. Then, in a quick motion, Remus is being grabbed by the throat and slammed onto Logan's desk, back and head landing hard against it. It's nearly violent enough to knock the wind from him, and Remus is desperate to suck in any sort of air he can.  

"Fine," Logan reiterates, as his hand loosens up on Remus's throat. "Is that... is this fine?" 

Remus kicks his feet happily, before wrapping them around Logan's waist. "Yes, master," Remus purrs, both teasing and seductive, "this is more than fine." 

Logan lets out a little sigh or relief, and Remus can infer that Logan made an impulsive decision when grabbing him and was happy to receive confirmation that his rough advances were welcome, before he's leaning over Remus and pushing their lips together. 

Despite his initially rough demeanor, the kiss is quite soft. It's restrained, which makes Remus shiver, as he wonders what specifically Logan's holding back. 

When they part briefly, Remus whispers "you don't have to hesitate. You know I like it when you play rough with me." 

Logan bites his lip and glances away. 

"Please, master? After all, you must be so upset with me for bothering you." 

Logan snorts. "You are quite bothersome." His fingers flex around Remus's jugular, while his other hand braces itself on one side of Remus head. Remus snickers at the comment, but seems pleased at the situation nonetheless. 

Leaning down, Logan then whispers into Remus's ear. "You do have a point though," he says, barely audible. "Some stress relief would be much appreciated. And what better way to get some than to punish my pesky little pet." 

Remus groans sensually, attempting to pull Logan closer with his legs. 

Pulling him up by his throat, Logan gives it a parting squeeze before both of his hands move down to the bottom of Remus's shirt. Remus attempts to help him in getting his clothes off, but Logan works too fast, and has Remus completely stripped nude in a matter of seconds. When Remus whines about Logan being fully clothed, Logan takes off his shirt as a compromise, but refuses to strip further than that as of right now.

Then, he's pulling Remus close again. His hand resumes its position on his throat, except this time he's squeezing with purpose. Remus lets out a choked moan against Logan's lips as they push their bodies together. Logan's tongue licks into Remus's mouth, and when Remus tries to bite at his lip, Logan squeezes the sides of his neck tighter. It's a warning.

When they pull away again, Remus is gasping, and Logan eases up his hold for a few seconds to allow him to take a few desperate breaths.

"Master," Remus whines, licking the spit off of his lips. 

Logan's hand squeezes again once realizing Remus has recovered enough to talk again. "Shut up, pet," he spits, his free hand trailing down the front of Remus's lean body. 

It barely traces over the front of Remus's cock, Logan teasingly dragging his finger over the shaft, before he pulls his hand away. He's not letting Remus off the hook that easily. 

Then, he's pulling away entirely, moving his body away from Remus's in order to observe the pathetic ordeal. Remus is sitting partially on the desk, naked and spread out. He's smiling, though his eyebrows are twisted in a mixture of amusement and curiosity. 

But then Logan's hands are firmly grabbing his waist, and flipping him over. In a matter of seconds, Remus is shoved over the desk. His chest firmly hits the wood, Logan keeping him down with one hand pressed firmly against the back of his head, while Logan's other hand quickly works to undo his own pants. Remus finds himself excited just at the sound of his belt unbuckling.

Remus spread his legs apart in order to give Logan more access, and a cheap view, which gets his head scratched lightly, as if it's a reward. Remus croons at the soft affection, leaning his head back into Logan's blunt nails. 

"At least you know your place sometimes," Logan quips, though there's a sarcastic edge to his voice. "You can be good for me on occasion, huh?"

Remus is positively buzzing at all of the attention being focused on him, thrilled that he's so much more important than Logan's pesky work.

"Of course I can, master," Remus purrs, wiggling his ass slightly in order to appear more seductive. Logan doesn't comment on it. "I can be so, so good for you."

"Oh, can you now?" Logan sounds unimpressed. "Where was that mindset while I was working, hm?"

Remus groans. "I can be good when it matters! And your dumb work didn't matter. Now matters. Fuck me now!"

Logan's fingers are curling in Remus's hair seconds after he whines, tangling themselves in the locks. Logan roughly yanks his head back, drawing out a loud cry from Remus's mouth. Remus's nails dig into the desk, while Logan's nails dig into his scalp.

"Don't you dare ever fucking talk to me like that again," Logan hisses. "I'm your fucking master and you'll do what I say, lest you be sent back to your room without an orgasm. Do you understand me, pet?"

Remus whines in obvious submission, but it gets him another yank to his hair, making him whimper.

"I asked if you understood me and I expect a verbal response."

"Yes master," Remus moans, voice shaking. "I understand you. from here on out I'll be good, I promise."

Logan hums, as if considering Remus's apology and determining whether or not he believed it to be true. After weighing it back and forth, Logan's fingers ease up slightly, though he does keep a firm, reminding grip on Remus's hair. 

"Good," is the only thing that Logan comments, before Remus hears his pants be shoved to the floor and kicked to the side, fully discarded. He can only assume Logan's boxers went with. 

Hearing the lube be uncapped, Remus's hands excitedly hit against the surface of the desk, his own cock leaking, already aroused by the pain Logan had been inflicting on him. They both know he doesn't need to be stretched, so that prep work won't be spent on him. The sounds of the lube then being closed and tossed aside only further his impatience. He's been waiting for so long! 

Logan's slick cock eventually grinds over his hole, and Remus is tempted to whine and push back, but he knows it'd probably be in his best interest not to test Logan further. He really doesn't want to be edged, and Logan's already threatened to do such if he continues to misbehave. 

So, he resorts to pleading. "Please, master," he begs, raising his voice an octave in an attempt to sound appealing, "I want your cock so bad! Please?" 

"Good pet," Logan murmurs, giving Remus's hair an affectionate tug, "begging so well for me." He leans over Remus, chest pressed against Remus's back. The tip of his cock presses against Remus's entrance, before Logan's slowly pushing inside, one of his hands on Remus's waist while the other holds tighter to his hair, as if Logan's using Remus's body to steady himself.

Remus groans at the intrusion. "Fuck! Fuck yeah," he moans, eyes rolling back into his head at the feeling of Logan's cock slowly filling him. 

"I'm going to breed you full," Logan then groans, while has Remus absolutely melting. He loves when Logan uses breeding speak with him, especially because it was a rarer occasion. "You'll be stuffed, pet. Bred so well." Logan's grunting into Remus's ear makes Remus drool. He's thrilled to know Logan was enjoying this a lot too. 

Logan's only still once pushed in fully for a few moments, somewhat impatient himself. He tightens his grip on Remus's hip, before pulling out and slamming back into him. 

Clearly, he has no interest in going slow, especially after how insistent Remus had been. He feels like he has the right to be hard and rough, and Remus definitely enjoys such behavior. 

Keeping Remus's head back with his hair, Logan's lips press themselves to Remus's neck, right under his ear. They linger there; it's not intended as a soft kiss or hard bite, but just a reminder of his presence. A way for Remus to loudly hear each of Logan's quieter noises. 

With each thrust, Logan's hands flex and relax, switching between digging their nails into Remus's skin and pulling his hair, and just holding him gently. 

"Mmm, master," Remus whines, his cock trapped uncomfortably underneath him. It drags against the wood, a pool of precome smearing over his chest every time he's rocked. The friction is nice, and admittedly the pain feels good too. "God, you're so fucking hot when you're angry. I love- fuck- I love when you get all of your frustration out on me." 

Once again, Logan pulls his hair hard, earning another yelp. 

"I bet you do," comes Logan's guttural reply. "At least you're honest. Though you could be a lot less obnoxious."

Remus huffs out a breathy laugh. "You love me." 

"I do." 

"You want me." 

"Desperately."

"You want to breed me."

Logan growls, lips pushing up against Remus's neck, threatening to bite the skin there. "Very much so." 

A few hard thrusts later and Logan is thrusting hard against Remus's prostate, earning a loud keen from the male beneath him. The sound makes Logan moan himself, as he aims for that spot continuously, enjoying each writhing noise it pulls from Remus in the process. 

Remus's cock leaks underneath him, making him groan. He'd metaphorically - or literally in his case - kill to be able to grab and stroke it, but the fact he was physically unable to touch it at all and was instead left to just feel it grinding against the wood underneath him had him writhing in pleasure. Such conflicting thoughts! 

"Fuck," Remus groans, before Logan pulls hard on his hair, forcing his head back. His eyes roll back into his head. 

"Close?" Logan asks, breathing hard. 

Remus whines. "Yes, master." 

"Do you want to come?"

Remus groans, hoping that Logan's asking it as a genuine question and not as a set up to completely deny him. He didn't want to be rejected! Especially because he'd been fighting so hard to earn any attention at all! 

"Yes, please," Remus begs, tilting his head as far to the side as Logan will allow. Logan takes it as an invitation to suck a few marks into the skin. 

He's silent for a few moments, before grunting into Remus's ear, his own thrusts growing less precise and more sloppy. Quick and hard, pulling out only halfway before thrusting back in roughly. 

"Please, master!" Remus cries out, spit soaking his lips. It drips down his chin and onto the desk beneath him. 

Logan gives a final, firm tug to his hair before he comes, hard and without warning into Remus's ass. Remus moans loud, back arching painfully as his chest drags against the desk.

Then Logan pulls out, and instead forces Remus up by his hair. 

His back is flush against Logan's chest, cock finally freed from it's uncomfortable position. Logan's hand wraps around it, stroking and rubbing fast against it, while his flaccid cock stays pressed up against Remus's ass. Remus writhes and moans in Logan's grasp, hands firmly tightening around Logan's wrists, head falling back onto Logan's shoulder. He bucks carelessly into Logan's fist, mumbling pleas and begs as he fucks Logan's hand. 

Finally, after what seems like forever, Logan kisses the side of Remus's head, uttering "come for me." The words are barely audible, but Remus jolts regardless, coming streaks of white over Logan's hand and the desk in front of them both. 

He then lets himself fall fully against Logan, panting and heaving as he calms down from his intense orgasm, before Logan is gently guiding him to the bed. 

"Shower?" Logan propositions, but Remus just grumbles before cuddling against a pillow. 

"Nah."

Logan rolls his eyes, but leaves Remus alone regardless. He throws a shirt on to leave the room, and then comes back fresher and clean. He then uses the towel to wipe Remus down, and hesitates briefly before tossing Remus a plug and the bottle of lube.

"You go empty yourself out, plug yourself up, or sleep in your own room," he states, stern. 

Remus wiggles in annoyance, before quickly lubing up the plug and shoving it inside of him, before reaching towards Logan with obvious want. Anything to deter him from working. And with a sigh, more so relaxed and adoring than annoyance, he lets himself cuddle into Remus's hold, returning the tight grip with a firm and loving one of his own. 

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Logan hates what he sees. 

He shouldn't; he doesn't even believe in physical beauty, and yet, as his eyes trail over his nearly nude frame, he can't help but grimace.

His pudgy stomach hangs slightly over the waistline of his boxers; his thighs are littered in stretchmarks that amplify the extent of his chubbiness. He turns to the side, tugging up the side of his boxers to show off more of his upper thigh, exposing more of the marks. 

His nose scrunches up. 

Sighing, he attempts to break his gaze away from the mirror, but for some reason, he can't. He's stuck staring.

A knock at his door startles him, but he huffs moments later, rolling his eyes at himself. He cracks the door open slightly, enough to see who's behind it. He lets out a sigh of relief when he notices that it's only Remus. 

"What do you want?" he asks, preparing to shut the door again as soon as Remus expresses whatever illogical request that he has. 

But that preparation is thrown out the window immediately as Remus easily pushes the door open, causing Logan to stumble backwards and fall onto his ass. The clumsy display makes him flush with embarrassment. 

He quickly turns away from Remus, who laughs wildly at the action, and comes face-to-face with the mirror again. He looks pathetic on the ground, almost completely nude, and stares at the rolls on his stomach. The way his thighs expand as he sits. His face scrunches up, arms crossing over his stomach to try and hide himself, before noticing Remus has gone eerily silent. 

Before he can even turn his head, Remus is there by his side, seen in the mirror. Gone is his normally toothy smile, replaced instead by a deep frown. 

"I know what you're thinking," he states, sounding weirdly disappointed. 

While probably not his intention - or maybe it was, who knows - his words make Logan feel even more insecure. How pathetic does he have to be in order to disappoint the literal representation of intrusive thoughts? 

But upon seeing Logan's furrowed brows, Remus eases up again, and wraps his arms around Logan's body, squeezing his tummy once his hands are able to grope the fat. 

Remus grins. "You're obviously thinking of how fucking sexy you look! I mean, all that fat? Perfect for groping, squeezing, and leaving hickeys on! Plus, imagine the way your thighs would bulge when stuffed into thigh highs?" Remus makes a sensual moaning sound in Logan's ear, that both makes him flush and cringe all at once. 

Logan pushes Remus's face away, wiggling out of his grip. 

"Thanks, I suppose, but that's quite the contrast to what I was thinking." 

Logan spots his shirt nearby, and reaches to grab it, but Remus stops him before he can, pulling the shirt away from Logan's hands and tossing it further away. 

Logan sighs. "Remus, please. Not now. Especially not now." 

But Remus doesn't make a dumb joke, doesn't immediately mock or hurt Logan; he doesn't even acknowledge what he just did with anything other than a shrug. 

Moving once more to grab his shirt, Logan prepares to crawl towards it, but is stopped by Remus once again wrapping his arms around Logan's body, this time squeezing gently as his lips hover over Logan's ear. 

"Why?" is all he says at first, though the one word sends shivers through Logan's body. 

Logan clears his throat. "Why what?" 

"Why hide your body?" Remus clarifies, pushing his head against Logan's, a weirdly affectionate gesture. "It's so pretty and healthy. And you're already undressed. Getting dressed only to strip only to get dressed again seems stupid." 

Logan bristles at being called stupid, or at least, implied to be, but Remus grins wider at that.

"C'mon, Logan. Clothes are itchy and annoying anyway! It'd be so much nicer just to stay undressed. Get fully naked, even!" Upon seeing Logan's angry pout drop to more of an insecure hesitance, Remus lowers his voice. "We could even have a little fun. I could make you feel good, if you let me. You have to let me, though. I won't do it without your permission. But it just might make you feel better... you never know!" 

"I don't think it will help." 

Remus hums, shrugging again. "You'll never know unless you try." 

Logan seems to consider this, before sighing, turning away from the mirror, no longer able to face his body. It just looks... wrong. It looks wrong. It looks wrong.

Remus's hands distract him though, as they slide up over his stomach before softly groping his man boobs. Logan hisses at Remus's cold hands brushing over his nipples, but flushes nonetheless, before relaxing. 

"Fine. Just, not in front of the mirror." 

Remus nods at the request, and lifts Logan up off the ground, causing Logan to go wide-eyed as he stares at Remus's thin arms. He wonders briefly how Remus could so easily lift him up, but is never given the chance to verbally ask as he's tossed onto the bed moments later. 

Remus is quick to crawl over him, kneeling over Logan's body happily. He starts by blowing a raspberry on Logan's cheek, before grinning happily as his hands caress Logan's body. 

They squeeze Logan's stomach, before groping at his love-handles, and then moving up to his boxers, which are then promptly being pulled off afterwards. 

Immediately, Logan goes to hide his cock, squeezing his thighs together, but Remus just laughs. 

"Now, now, Logan," he lightly tuts, though his tone stays soft, "we'll have none of that. How am I supposed to worship and play with your pretty cock if you're actively hiding it from me?"

Logan still can't entirely fathom the fact that Remus would want to see, let alone touch him, but the fact that he does makes him flush and obey anyway. Even if he didn't, Remus's hands gently squeeze his thighs, and pull them apart easily. 

Leaning over Logan, Remus presses a few kisses up his chest, before he reaches over to the nightstand, noisily flicking around its contents before pulling out a small bottle of lube.

"Thank god even you have a sex drive," Remus comments, tempting to lighten the mood with a silly jab, despite the fact he knew more than well that Logan really only kept the bottle in there for Remus's benefit. How gracious. 

Logan doesn't respond, too unsure of what to say, but stays tense, so Remus gently urges Logan's face to the side, drawing Logan's gaze back to him. He presses a kiss to Logan's chubby cheek, before pinching it softly.

"Hey, nerd, focus on me, okay? You don't need to look anywhere around the bedroom. Just look at me. Just watch me as I worship you. Observe as I absolutely obsess over your body. Internalize as I make you feel so, so good, just like how you deserve to feel. Remus's hand then moves down past Logan's throat, gives his chest a squeeze, and then moves down further, until it reaches Logan's pudgy stomach. 

Remus's lips move closer to Logan's own. "Bodies are weird anyway," he continues, murmuring, "there's nothing wrong with how you look, even if you think there is. And you want to know why? Because there's nothing right about how you look either. There's no universal example as to what a body looks like, because no two bodies will ever be the same. There's nobody else that'll look exactly like you, unless you have some twin I don't know of, and that's what makes you beautiful and unique." 

Bright red at Remus's words, Logan goes to say something as Remus pulls away, but Remus beats him to it.

Hushed, he finishes with "and if you ever tell anyone that I'm giving you all this praise or whatever, I'll cut your fucking feet off and hang them on my wall. Got it?"

And weirdly enough, Logan laughs. "I got it."

Remus smiles, huffing slightly, as he condescendingly pats Logan on the cheek. "Good. At least you're not completely hopeless."

Remus's comment again makes Logan snicker, having the opposite effect compared to what Remus's vulgar thoughts would normally have on somebody, but Remus finds he prefers Logan's laughter in this moment to discomfort or annoyance anyway. 

Affectionately, Remus bites Logan's cheek, before moving away and opening the bottle of lube. He quickly coats his fingers in the substance before lightly teasing them over Logan's hole. 

As requested, Logan's eyes stay focused on Remus, watching as his fingers slowly slide up and down, just barely applying pressure, though not enough to fully urge his fingers inside of Logan. He's tempted to whine, but luckily manages to hold himself back. 

Remus's eyes are staring back at him, staring, gauging his reactions, and when Logan's eyes look up to meet his, he smiles.

"See? I know what I'm doing. I knew this would help."

Logan huffs at Remus's little "I told you so " moment. "Okay, Remus, I believe you. Somewhat."

"You'll believe me fully after your mind melts with pleasure," Remus assures him, sitting up a little straighter to emphasize his confidence.

Then, his fingers slowly push into Logan, working to stretch him open. He slowly scissors Logan open, making sure to be careful with his fingers and slow with his movements, wanting to make sure Logan internalizes the feeling of being taken care of. 

Eventually, a third finger is added, and then a fourth, as Remus's goal becomes less making sure Logan's stretched open, and more making him feel good, as he begins pumping his fingers slowly in and out of Logan. 

Logan whines, writhing slightly, which makes Remus smile. 

"Perfect!" he exclaims, as he pulls his fingers away from Logan, though Logan's thighs move to close in an attempt to keep Remus's fingers in him. He whines, as Remus snickers. 

"Now, now, don't be greedy," Remus lightly scolds, pressing a kiss to Logan's stomach as he shuffles his pants down slightly. Cock exposed, Remus then slathers it with lube, before grabbing Logan's sides, squeezing them, and then leaning over Logan fully. 

"You're so pretty," Remus coos, as Logan's legs wrap around Remus's waist. "So big and healthy. you give me so much area to touch and squeeze." His hands grope Logan's stomach to emphasize his point, before kissing Logan's chest. 

The tip of his cock rubs over Logan's hole, but this time he doesn't tease. 

He pushes his cock against Logan's hole, sliding it in slowly, though the groan he lets out makes Logan flush. 

"You feel so good," Remus huffs, pressing his lips to wherever he can reach. "So nice and tight. So fucking good." 

Bright red at Remus's words, Logan tucks his face into his shoulder as he lets out a moan of his own, eyes pressing shut as he feels Remus's hands slide up to his chest, and then back down to his sides, touching everywhere he can. Squeezing everywhere he can. Feeling everywhere he can. 

A hand on his cock makes Logan gasp, back arching off the bed as he moans. "Remus!" 

"Shhh, Logan," Remus soothes, grinning as his hips plant themselves against Logan's. "Let me take care of you. Just let me make you feel good. Let me make you feel better." His hand slowly starts moving up and down the length of Logan's cock, squeezing firmly around the base before dragging his hand upwards, catching a few beads of precome on the way up. His thumb then smears the sexual excrement over Logan's slit, smiling wider at the shaky moan it earns him. 

Then, slowly, his cock slides out of Logan, before thrusting back in, hard. It's not fast, it's not rough, but it's hard and good. Remus himself moans at the feeling, while Logan just whines, one of his hands coming up to grab and squeeze Remus's shoulder. 

"Remus." Logan's voice quivers, holding Remus against his body. 

Remus's soft voice reverberates in his ear as he softly shushes Logan yet again, thrusting hard again, earning yet another moan from Logan. 

Such a pretty voice to match such a pretty body. 

"I can't believe you could ever think about hiding this body..." Remus groans, thrusting with more vigor now. His nails very briefly dig into Logan's skin, but it's replaced with more groping after a few moments. "Every time you cover up after this, I'll feel deprived. I'll know what you're hiding and it'll drive me crazy each day I go without seeing your body. Without seeing your fat stomach or soft thighs. Fuck, Logan," Remus sharply inhales, his hand squeezing Logan's cock hard, "I'm never going to be able to keep my hands off of you." 

Logan's head falls back in a high moan, legs squeezing tight around Remus's midsection, pulling him closer as the speed of Remus's thrusts increase. 

"Please," Logan whines, glasses falling to the side as his body is softly rocked, "keep going. Keep talking." 

Huffing out a laugh, Remus lightly teases "like the sound of my voice that much?" but obliges anyway, kissing at Logan's neck before leaning closer to his ear. 

Hushed, Remus begins. 

"I can feel your body trembling under mine," Remus whispers, "and I just want to fucking hold and squeeze you until you're shaking with overwhelming pleasure. You're so gracious, providing me with so much skin to kiss and bite at; imagine all of the hickeys I could cover you with." He nips at the skin under Logan's earlobe. "I'd bury my face between your thighs if my cock wasn't already fucking into you," he then adds, dirty words making Logan moan. "I'd love for you to sit on my face, trapping me beneath your beautiful body. I'd eat you out all day if that's what you wanted, so long as I got to keep my hands on your thick thighs." 

His hand speeds up around Logan's cock, as his thrusts get harder and quicker. He's getting off on his own fantasies, as well as the way Logan currently feels and looks. 

Disheveled, of course, but Remus wouldn't have it any other way. His eyebrows were creased in pleasure, and between his quiet moans, Logan would bite or suck on his own lips to try and muffle any further sounds. 

His pale features flushed with red, and glistening with sweat. 

Remus can't help dragging his tongue up over Logan's neck and cheek, drinking in the taste of his sweat, and making Logan snicker and push his face away again, with a soft "gross, Remus," paired with some deep breaths. 

Remus watches as his eyes flutter shut, before Logan lets out a closed mouth groan, head falling back against the mattress. 

And then Remus thrusts against his prostate, causing him to suddenly jolt and cry out in pleasure. 

"Fuck," Logan curses, voice needy, "right there, please!" 

Despite the urge to tease, Remus aims for that spot, and focuses his thrusts against Logan's prostate, drawing louder moans out of him with each. 

"Please, please," Logan softly begs, Remus's hands tightening both around his waist and around his cock. Precome leaks over Remus's hand, and even down to the base of his cock. 

Remus's face is red, and reads of focus and pleasure. 

"I've got you," Remus assures him. "Literally, I am holding you right now. You're free to come whenever you'd like, gorgeous. I can't wait to see you're beautiful ahegao face." 

"My what?" Logan meekly asks, looking up at Remus with half-lidded eyes. 

Remus shrugs off the question, muttering a quiet "I'll show you later." 

Warmth spreads across his body as he nears his orgasm, malleable beneath Remus's hands as he toys with Logan's body for the remainder of his thrusts. His cock assaults Logan's prostate, continuously overwhelming Logan's body with pleasure until finally Logan comes, semen spilling over Remus's hand as he works Logan through his orgasm, drinking in the expression he makes. 

Head back, hair messy, face flushed, drooling. 

Remus regrets moving Logan away from the mirror; if only he could see how utterly gorgeous he looks, especially now that his body was streaked with white. 

A whine draws Remus out of his thoughts, and he focuses on finishing himself, thrusting thrice more before spilling inside of Logan with a pathetic moan of his own. 

His hips rock barely as he comes, before he lets himself fall on top of Logan with a relieved sigh.

"You also make a super comfortable pillow," Remus murmurs, making Logan sleepily laugh. 

"Thanks, Remus," he responds, though it sounds less like a response to the previous comment and more as an encompassing statement. And Remus smiles. 

"Anytime," he responds, blowing a raspberry against Logan's cheek, and Logan knows he means it. 

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"No," Roman hisses, as he and Logan sit together, watching Thomas advance on someone in a very... unusual manner. "Why would he ever give in to that thought?" 

Logan rests his head on his hand, eyes narrowed as he watches Thomas very crudely flirt. 

"Someone clearly has more influence over Thomas than we're crediting him for." 

Virgil pops up behind them, startling Roman as he goes "yeah, well, he shouldn't. Something's clearly going on." His eyes are narrow as he watches Thomas as well, sitting on a counter with his legs crossed, hunched forward dramatically. 

"Something issssss going on," comes a smooth voice, that causes Virgil to hiss. Regardless, Janus takes the seat next to him (said seat also being the countertop), and loops an arm around Virgil's waist, pulling the bitter man against his chest. Virgil pouts as he accepts his new position. "You guys seriously can't see what?"

Logan and Roman both turn to face Janus with curious eyes. 

"No," Logan states, followed by a sarcastic "enlighten us!" from Roman. 

Janus waves his hand towards Thomas, who's indulging in a particularly vulgar conversation, the likes of which make all of them cringe. "Who normally has the most sway over Thomas?" 

"Me!" Roman huffs. 

Virgil rolls his eyes. "It's totally me." 

Logan stares at Janus blankly. 

Janus waves all of their claims off, dismissively, as if he expected them to have such outright answers. "No, imbeciles. His morality. Patton."

Virgil recoils, as Roman gasps dramatically. 

"You think Patton's doing all of this?" Roman asks, motioning towards the chaos Thomas was typically causing. 

Virgil nods. "Yeah. Newsflash, snake face, Patton would never do such... vulgar things. Nor condone them."

Leaning back, Janus crosses his arms over his chest. "Well, if Patton's not doing this, do you guys have any other ideas as to why Thomas is acting so impulsive? Because I'm not hearing many other theories." 

They all look between each other, before Roman sighs and pushes himself up. "Fine. I'll go talk to Remus and get this sorted. And I'll prove that this has nothing to do with Patton." 

***

"Remus?" 

Roman's met with the sounds of tearing flesh and squelching sounds. It makes him shudder with nausea, but he forces himself to shake off his disgust.

From out of the darkness of his own room, Remus emerges, covered in some... liquid. Roman would rather not ask what it is. Instead, he sucks in a deep breath (of horribly rancid air), and crosses his arms over his chest. 

"Why do you have so much sway over Thomas as of late?" Roman asks, and the question makes Remus grin wide, razor sharp teeth covered in the mysterious substance as well. 

"Not even so much as a 'hello?'" Remus responds, one of his finger nails digging between his molars. A clump of something comes out, and falls to the messy ground below. Roman's stomach churns, but he forces himself to stay planted firm to the ground, even as Remus gets into his face. "How rude."

Roman pushes him away with an outstretched arm. "I'm not rude, I'm just... curious. We all are." 

Remus snickers, as he lets himself slide back on his feet, before he flops onto his pulsating bed. "Even if I tell you why Thomas has been listening to me lately, you're not going to like the answer. So are you sure you really even want to hear it?" 

Confidently, Roman takes a step forward. "Yes. It's not fair that he's been ignoring us in favor of... you." 

"Ouch, but fair." Remus rolls his eyes, and there's no real emotion behind his words. Just words said for the sake of being spoken. 

"I've been wanting him to work on this script for so long, but every time I bring it up I'm just pushed to the side, or Thomas only works on it for an hour or so before being pulled away by one of the others." Roman kicks his foot as he speaks, unintentionally sending something flying into the inky abyss in the back of Remus's room. "Whatever you're doing is working on Thomas, and I need to know what." 

Remus snorts. "Entitled much?" He sticks his pinky up his nose as he speaks, ignoring the way Roman cringes at the action. "Besides, it's not what I'm doing. Well, not completely. See, it's a two person system." 

Raising an eyebrow, Roman shuffles ever so slightly forward. 

"After all, who has the most sway over Thomas?" 

"Funny," Roman begins, thinking back to his conversation with the others earlier that day, "Janus asked the same question..." Suddenly, a shadow casts over Roman's face. "No... what are you doing to him? Are you blackmailing him or something?"

At this, Remus laughs, shrill hysteria erupting from his chest. His feet kick in glee at the idea. 

"No! But, boy, would that have been fun!" He wipes away dirty tears from the corner of his eyes. "What I'm doing is a lot more intimate, you could say. Your little 'moral' side isn't as innocent as you think he is, you see, and is much easier to persuade with the promise of being absolutely ruined. Sexually, that is." 

Roman's face flushes with the implication of Patton having sex, and then scrunches his face up in disgust as he unwillingly thinks about Remus and Patton doing it. 

"So- so- what? You've just been promising to have sex with him in exchange for favors?" Roman splutters, suddenly insecure with his posture. This definitely wasn't the answer he was expecting. 

Remus merely shrugs. "Pretty much. It works. And it's a symbiotic relationship! He gets to experience extreme sex and pain, and I get to have some sway over Thomas." Remus stretches out, pushing his hand up his shirt to scratch an itch. "Of course, there are limits to what Patton will do, but depending on how well you please him, you can typically do more or less. You really just got to indulge him in what he likes." 

Roman still hasn't gotten over the weirdness of the situation, and though he really doesn't want to, he asks anyway. 

Swallowing the spit in his mouth, Roman begins "what does he like?"

***

Roman hesitates just shy of Patton's door. 

What if Remus had been lying to him, and this was all some extensive ploy to humiliate him? The thought makes him idle outside of Patton's room, before he shakes off the anxiety. 

Remus was many things. Impulsive. Intrusive. Blunt. But he wasn't a liar.

So, sucking in a deep breath, Roman knocks on Patton's door. A part of him hopes that Patton doesn't answer the door, but alas, it opens. 

In front of him stands Patton, sans cardigan, with his polo untucked. Roman immediately notices the marks around Patton's neck. Dark purple with visible bite marks. It makes Roman flush as he realizes the reason Patton's been popping the collar of his polo. 

"Hiya Roman," Patton greets, leaning against his doorway. "Need something?" 

"I- uhm-" Once more, Roman debates how to approach this, and if he even should at all, before he begins to play with his fingers. "Well, Thomas has been in a bit of a creative block lately, and I was hoping you could help me encourage him to sit down and focus for a little bit." 

Patton raises an eyebrow, as a knowing smirk spreads across his face. 

"You've been talking to Remus, haven't you?" 

At this, Roman groans, fully falling into Patton's room as Patton kicks the door shut behind him, turning to watch as Roman dramatically runs his fingers through his hair. 

"Yes!" Roman throws his hands up into the air. "We've all noticed how Thomas has been acting lately, so I spoke to Remus, who pointed me in your direction! And... and he said some very strange things about how he manages to persuade you." 

Patton grins, more knowing and devious now, which has Roman stumbling over his words. 

"It's.... it's not true... is it?" Roman then meekly asks, feeling his mouth go dry. 

Patton merely shrugs. "It's a good motivator. Besides, it didn't start out as an exchange. It started out as just a bit of fun, and Remus asked me after if he could do some stuff. Tired, and pleased with the promise of another round if I agreed, it eventually turned into just a trade." 

"He took advantage of you!" 

Patton shrugs. "Kind of. Took advantage of my willingness to do a little lovin' more like it." He winks at Roman afterwards, in a cheesier manner than Roman would deem fit for the situation. 

So Remus thinks he's being all devious by fucking Patton until he's mindless to get what he wants, and Patton's known all along what Remus's intentions were and has let him keep some control in exchange for some pleasure. 

Roman's ashamed at the feeling of his face flushing, somewhat aroused by the idea of Patton being mindfully sexual. 

There's silence for a moment, as Patton stands still, watching Roman, a calming pillar despite the strange and weirdly sensual circumstances, and Roman stands across from him, fighting an internal battle. 

One that's won shortly after, as Roman takes a long step forward, before his hands fall to Patton's waist. 

"Is this okay?" Roman asks, in a hushed voice, as he walks Patton backwards until he's pressed against the wall. 

Patton leans up so that his lips hover over Roman's jawline, brushing against his earlobe. "Unless I say 'red,' assume everything is okay," he whispers, voice smooth. Assuring. All the sweet stability and comfortability that Patton encompasses, as well as a strange level of self-awareness. As if Patton already knows what his limits are, and seems somewhat amused that Roman worries about overstepping them. 

Roman listens to Patton's words, nodding silently. His hands slide from Patton's waist to his thighs, where they then grab and easily lift Patton up. 

He's suspended between the wall and Roman; his back is pressed against the wall while his legs are wrapped around Roman's waist, with Roman moving ever closer. 

"Did Remus tell you what I like?" Patton asks, finger dragging over Roman's shoulder. 

But Roman just shakes his head. Not in regards to the question, but in regard to part of it. "I don't want to think about Remus right now. Just let me think of what I'm doing. Let me think about you." 

Nervously, Roman leans forward and presses his lips to Patton's neck.

One of Patton's arms stays firmly wrapped around Roman's shoulders, while his other hand gently pets through Roman's hair. 

"You're so poetic, Roman," Patton coos, dulcet voice attempting to calm Roman's hesitance. "Such a way with words. I've always imagined doing this with you." 

Roman flushes, as he kisses over Patton's jaw. 

"You have?" he asks, voice quiet, though his hands tighten around Patton's thighs almost possessively. Patton can't see the way Roman's eyes are wide. Eager. A stroke to his ego pushes him to want to be even better. 

If Patton's been thinking about him like this, then who is he to disappoint? 

"What have you been imagining?"

Roman's words admittedly surprise Patton, who's eyebrows raise, before lowering into a smile. 

Very gently tugging on Roman's locks, Patton pulls Roman's face out from where it's hidden in his neck. Roman's staring at him, still flustered, but intense, gauging Patton's actual answer, as if he's going to utilize the information shared with him. 

Which is awfully cute. 

"I've been imagining you picking me up, just like this," Patton begins, squeezing his thighs around Roman's waist to keep him close, "keeping one hand around my waist to make sure I stay balanced, and the other around my throat." 

Roman's hand slides up his body, and to Patton's throat, where he squeezes ever so slightly, before his hand falls. 

Patton eyes him curiously. 

"You alright?" Patton asks, bringing his hands to Roman's face. He cups his cheeks, forcing Roman to meet his eyes, but instead of seeing shy hesitance or flustered doubts, he instead just sees Roman staring back at him.