Remus's Write Fight is a fic-exchange event between smut authors in the Sanders Sides fandom! Authors will write prompts for other authors, making sure those who typically fulfill requests get a chance to have their interests written about as well!
It's a three-month long celebration of the Sanders Sides Smut community - running from January 1st to March 31st - by honoring and exchanging smutty creations specifically made for one another!
For a more in-depth explanation of the event, view our informational post here!
In this masterpost you'll find links to the yearly masterlists, which can then take you to individual event submissions, or the yearly Write Fight collections!
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2026 Write Fight Masterlist
This collection includes 14 works, and a total of 69,450 words!
ok ill make an actual pinned later im um. at. werk but:
im @transfemlogan & @leashedlogan
i will be reblogging & sharing nsfw events. whether new or old— i kind of view this as more of an archive than anything. umm but i also wanna boost nsfw events & writing within this fandom bcuz iii like it. write porn & be joyful.
i will be reblogging & archiving ""proship"" events & remrom*. everything will be tagged appropriately. i dont personally classify myself as a proshipper & i have like a million fucking views on media & fiction so if ur curious u can def ask on eirher one of my blogs & i will go in2 detail. but regardless i just wanna share nsfw content & keep track of it including like. everything everything. ill make more rules or whatever later
and obviously. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. please. like i get it. i understand. i was a kid too. porn is normal & healthy but pleaaase just dont follow or interact w/ this blog. please. 4 the BOTH of us .
those of us who hosted the remus's write fight event in january are thinking of running ANOTHER sasi smut event in a few months (date tbd - we wanna make sure it doesnt clash with any other events <3)
so here's a general interest check!
obviously without all the information present please dont worry abt potentially changing your answer in the future <3 we completely understand
would you participate?
yes, id write for the event!
no, but id read/reblog the works posted for the event!
HERES MORE INFORMATION AS TO WHAT ITD LOOK LIKE/FUNCTION LIKE
obviously this is not the final vers - just a drafted mockup w very little discussion, so things are subject to change
itll also be a bit more open to taboo kinks (like noncon, snuff, etc) BUT there'll be a few hard limits decided by the mods as there's certain stuff we think the event would run better with out. we'll make sure these hard limits are communicated so that more controversial kinks can still be an option, but that certain interests that cross lines for a majority arent integrated to make sure everyone feels both represented and comforted
of course with the inclusion of more questionable kinks and the links interest is bound to change, and thats perfectly okay! we understand not wanting to be associated w certain things you find uncomfortable (weve all been there) so i will be attaching a second interest check that can be filled now that more information is available
would you be interested?
yes, id love to write!
no, but id love to read!
maybe; id have to see the finalized list of accepted/rejected taboos
Summary: Janus and Remus offer to teach Logan how to tie someone up.
Read it on AO3!
For @naminethewitch for Remus' Write Fight 2026!
“Now it’s of the utmost importance that when he comes over, you do not-”
Janus’ words immediately trailed off into the void as Remus daydreamed about the day ahead of him. Logan was coming over! And not just for any old research project or boring reason either! The side reached out to the both of them, expressing an interest in shibari. Now, of course Remus knew that Logan was the subbiest bottom this side of the hippocampus, but the man likely had his own lust-seeking motivations for wanting to learn how to string people up like a fish on a pole, and he, for one, was curious to see if it's actually because he actually had a dominant streak in him, or if it was for something boring like ‘wanting to study the psychological processes of shibari’. Remus should really give Janus a run for his money when it comes to escaping his bonds, since the other would need to show Logan how to deal with a bratty bottom, naturally. It was important to the research!
“-or I will make sure the next scene we do together will have you bound and ignored. Am I understood?”
Remus zones back in and catches the tail end of Janus’ big speech. With a shrug, he nods, oblivious to what the snake had said as well as to the standard of behavior he was expected to adhere to.
“Whatever you say!”
“I’m sure you hung on to every word I said.” Janus sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Don’t brat, don’t try to break free unless I tell you, don’t make Logan feel bad, or else I punish you. You’re a toy, tonight, clear?”
Remus is pushed over on his side onto the bed where he and Janus sat, opposite from the neatly displayed cords of rope that had been laid out for play. He blows a raspberry in the direction of his antagonizer, “You never let me have any fun! How will Logie learn if we don’t give him the full experience! The passion! The fight! The part where I struggle and shout ‘no no get off me please’ and you stick your dicks in m-”
He’s interrupted by two short raps at the door, causing him to bolt up to get their sexy substitute, until he’s yanked back by his collar by a gloved hand.
“Ah ah,” Janus tuts, “I’ll greet him. Start stripping off your clothes so we can begin as soon as he’s ready.”
Much like a child trying to avoid walking alongside a parent, Remus deflates and sinks to the floor until Janus lets go, then, goes about dragging his clothes off like it’s the most laborious work in the world, until he’s bare and lying face down on the floor.
“Logan, do come in. We can get started on your rope education shortly.” Janus greets Logan at the doorway, a knowing smile plastered on his face.
“Yes, and thank you, again, for agreeing to mentor me. I understand it takes energy and time, so I’m very gratefu-” Logan steps into the room, his eyes adjusting to the low light. His first sight is Remus’ buck-naked ass greeting him from the ground, “Oh. Why is Remus nude?”
“I asked him to strip. It’s better to work with a nude model to see where rope placement lies in relation to the body.” Janus glides over to Remus, giving him a light kick on the side as he smiles down at him lovingly, “Go get on the bed so we can start, you cretin.”
Remus springs up from his position and turns to face the other two, his form fully on display. Winking in Logan's direction with a snicker, he follows the order, making a show of it as he settles himself on the edge of the bed and stretches upward to show off his hairy chest.
“Peacock.” Janus mutters and beckons Logan to follow him to the display of ropes. He picks up a cord of braided tan fibers to show off first, “This is jute rope, the material of choice for most shibari. It’s sturdy enough for suspension, but practical for floorwork and decorative ties as well. Then hemp,” He trades the jute for a slightly darker and thicker line, “Very sturdy. If you’re suspending heavier bottoms, I’d recommend this instead. Or if they insist on using their teeth to try to gnaw through their restraints.”
Janus shoots a pointed look at Remus to imply he’d done just that. Logan gives the duke a quizzical look as well.
“What? I was hungry.” He giggles, earning an eye roll from Janus.
Logan swallows, trying to get the phantom texture of fiber out of his mouth after Remus plants the thought in his head, “You were saying?”
They go through the different lengths and their uses, how to treat it, finding the ends and the bight, and how to bundle it up before they properly start. By the time Janus selects a few cords of jute, Remus feels like he could explode with relief now that he’s getting attention.
“We’ll start with a single column tie, good for quick restraints or tying limbs down to a hard point.” Janus takes the bight of the rope in one hand and Remus’ hand in his other, Logan watching intently as he begins to trail the fiber over his skin, “For the arm, loop the rope just under the wrist so you don’t cut off circulation. Wind it here a few times, checking that your lines are even and everything is tight enough for restraint but not so much that it pinches or makes the arm numb.”
“Aw, I like it when it pinches!”
“Quiet, Remus, or the next thing we learn is how to do mouth rope.”
“Oh, if that is an additional tie I’d like to learn it. I want to learn as much as you are willing to educate me on.” Logan pipes up, observing the lines that cross over Remus’ flesh.
Janus nods. Logan shows such an enthusiasm for learning that naturally, he grins, “Perhaps. Let’s focus on the basics for now. You’re going to take the end here and cross it like this just under here now, then hold like so, keep it tight, and pull through like this.”
The knot it demonstrated with efficiency, since it’s one the deceitful side is quite familiar with at this point. Remus is no stranger to the delectable tightness either. Janus tugs his wrist to and fro to display the strength of it again.
“I see.” Logan’s head tilts with curiosity, “You said it’s used for attaching to different points, correct?”
“Yes, I can demonstrate in a moment. Why don’t you try it for yourself on his other hand.” Janus holds his hand out for Remus to deposit his unbound wrist.
“May I?” Logan points the question at Remus as he takes the rope.
Remus flashes a toothy grin at him, “Only if you make sure to do it super tight.”
With permission, Logan guides the material over his forearm, just like Janus showed him. There’s a few moments where he has to readjust the tension or wind part of the length differently than what seemed natural, but in the end it’s complete. Janus checks over his work, humming in response.
“Beautifully done, and efficiency will come with practice, though I’m sure you’ll get plenty of that in, knowing you.” He takes both working ends of the ropes used and wraps them around his own hands like reigns. “Here’s the fun part.”
Janus pushes Remus down on the bed and straddles his waist, keeping a tight hold on the rope as he pushes his wrists up to the headboard. The duke lets out a grunt, briefly struggling against the other’s force before catching sight of Logan, who watched the display with a curious eye. He huffs and lets Janus win the battle, his hands being tied down to the bed easily.
Janus gives him a triumphant glare before looking back at Logan, “See how easy it is to get him exactly where I want him? It’d be very simple to use toys on him like this, with how exposed he is.”
Remus’ eyes widen in desire, hoping he’ll get to do just that- be used. He feels the warmth of Janus’ hand wrap around his throat, which he bears to the other subtly, hoping that maybe he’ll give in to the base desire to wreck the bottom (and wreck his bottom while he’s at it).
Logan coughs, taking both men out of the moment, “I don’t suppose you have anything else to show me?”
Janus reaches to undo the restraints and allows Remus’ wrists the freedom that he’d briefly taken, “Logan, surely you know there’s much more to bondage than a simple little cuff tie.”
The logical side’s face heats up in a blush, “I’m aware.”
“Good. I’d just loathe to continue.” Janus hums, an effortless and blatant lie falling off his tongue.
Remus is finagled into position after position, rope winding over his arms, chest, torso, and legs as the other two men discuss the styles of bondage he’s put into. Futomomo’s decorate his calves and thighs and have him thinking about being forced to crawl behind Janus like a pet. He’s given a moment to rest and flex any limbs while they practice, but he’s always found bondage soothing on his hypermobile body, with the brunt of the tension and weight in a tie taking pressure off his joints. While most parts of him are hardly relaxed, even a chaotic being like himself can enjoy the surrender in the art.
It’s when Logan is looping another length around his sternum that Remus can’t resist a question that’s plagued his mind since the offer to practice shibari was first extended. Face to face with the logical side, he studies the way his brow wrinkles in focus.
“Why would you wanna learn about this stuff anyways? Normally you’re one subby substitute!” He laughs at his own joke, only to receive a pinch on his side from Janus, who’d been supervising from behind.
Logan tied off the knot, a quick bunny tie forcing Remus’ arms behind his neck, “You’re correct. I do enjoy taking on a more submissive role in these activities, but I believe one should be knowledgeable about the sorts of experiences and sensations they intend to feel before they act them out in a scene.
“How astute.” Janus praised. He always enjoyed the variety in submission. Logan and Remus were two ends of a spectrum; one carefully calculated and the other fancying himself a chaotic experimentalist with a knack for edgeplay. Both were their own delights to dominate. “I take it you’d like to have a go at Remus’ position sometime soon?”
“Oh! Oh! Can I tie him up next Jannie?” That earned him another pinch, Janus ignoring his question in favor of asking his own.
“Logan, how would you feel about a scene where you get to tie and be restrained?”
Logan ran his fingertips over the rope holding Remus in place, imagining what it might be like to be in the same position himself. After some mental deliberation, he answered, “I would be curious to see how it would feel and affect my own subspace, especially if I had to use this knowledge under a command.”
A hungry sparkle in Remus’ eyes and an inquisitive look in Janus’ made him realize a plan was being formed in both the dark sides’ minds. He was interested in seeing how such a scene would go, but waited for the more inventive sides to comment.
“Tomorrow then,” Janus spoke, “Come over and we can have time to ‘practice’ your new skill. We’re about done here anyway, don’t you agree?”
Logan swallowed the saliva he didn’t realize had been collecting in his mouth from the dark tone in the other’s voice. He nods, starting to undo the knot he just tied, Remus giggling to himself and squirming around as he does.
“This will be so much fun. Just think of all the ways Jan can boss you around while I get to play mannequin again!”
Useful
Synopsis: When life is full of expectations, Logan likes to feel useful. Even like this.
Ship: Analoceit
Word Count: 3694
Kinks/Tags: Objectification, Humiliation, Bottom Sub Logan, Oral, Double Penetration, Chastity, Edging, Cucking, Electroplay, Top Dom Janus, Alcohol, Impact Play
Look At Yourself
Synopsis: Roman has a new mirror, and wants to show it off. Logan thinks the location of said mirror is… impractical, and so needs a little convincing.
Ship: Roceit
Word Count: 8000
Kinks/Tags: Top Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders, Bottom Logic | Logan Sanders, Lingerie, Roman Wears Lingerie, Overstimulation, Sex, Frottage, Dacryphilia, Mirror Sex, Anal Sex, Messy, Wet & Messy, Scratching, Biting, Biting Kink, Hickeys, Sexual Overstimulation, Dominant Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders, Submissive Logic | Logan Sanders
Ruby Droplets on Golden Chains
Synopsis: Roman is being hunted through a (not so) mysterious old castle. Who knows how this story could end?
Ship: Anaroceit
Word Count: 4311
Kinks/Tags: Vampires, Vampire Anxiety | Virgil Sanders, Vampire Deceit | Janus Sanders, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Vampire Bites, Vampire Sex, Biting, Bloodplay, sorta - Freeform, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Double Penetration, Stalking, Predator/Prey, again sorta, Consensual Non-Consent, tagging that just to cover my basis but beyond the first scene it's really not, Cuddling & Snuggling, Smut
i'm way more wicked than you thought
Synopsis: Logan delights in just how easy it had been to break Janus down. A quick shove, a couple of stern words, and the serpentine side was essentially putty in his hands, listening to his every command. It really hadn't been hard at all, Logan almost wishes he'd timed it to keep a record. He hadn't expected it to fill him with so much pride. / Or, Janus was pretty much certain that he's the dominant one in bed. Logan proves him wrong.
Ship: Loceit
Word Count: 5594
Kinks/Tags: Smut, Established Relationship, Light Dom/sub, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Submission, Anal Sex, Dom Logic | Logan Sanders, Sub Deceit | Janus Sanders, Hair-pulling, Sexual Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Wax Play, Embarrassment
I Adore You
Synopsis: Logan decides to invite Janus over for juice and cake so they can sit down and talk about their feelings - something the two of them are notoriously bad at.
Ship: Loceit
Word Count: 13400
Kinks/Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Fae Deceit | Janus Sanders, Fairy Logic | Logan Sanders, Wings, fairy wings, sensitive wings, Hemipenis, janus has a hemipenis. Aphrodisiacs, Antennae, Sensitive Antennae, Janus's Saliva Is An Aphrodisiac, Bottom Deceit | Janus Sanders, Dominant Deceit | Janus Sanders, Top Logic | Logan Sanders, Submissive Logic | Logan Sanders, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, First Time, First Time Topping, First Time Bottoming, Loss of Virginity, Virginity, Virgin Logic | Logan Sanders, Logan Loses His Virginity, Friends to Lovers
Pirate Treasure
Synopsis: Virgil is a fearsome pirate, but today he's about to become treasure for someone else.
Ship: Prinxiety
Word Count: 2,626
Kinks/Tags: Tentacles, Tentacle Dick, Human/Monster Romance, Monster Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders, Pirate Anxiety | Virgil Sanders, Alternate Universe - Pirate
Little Treat
Synopsis: Virgil wanted to steal some of Logan's shrinking potion. Things haven't exactly gone as planned.
Ship: Anxceit
Word Count: 3,993
Kinks/Tags: Vore, Macro/Micro, i think light sub and dom dynamics
Choke Me (For Research Purposes)
Synopsis: After something Remus says sparks Logan's interest in erotic asphyxiation, Logan realizes one of his peers may be into being choked. So, Logan propositions them in order to learn more about this kink of theirs, and ends up discovering a few things about himself in the meantime.
Ship: Intruloxiety
Word Count: 11,400
Kinks/Tags: Choking Kink, Degradation Kink, Anal Sex, Dacryphilia, Praise Kink, Top Remus, Top Logan, Bottom Virgil, Double Penetration, Sexual Overstimulation, Humiliation, Dom Logan, Sub Virgil, Verse Remus, Wet & Messy, Autoerotic Asphyxiation, Premature Ejaculation
The Prince's Dragon
Synopsis: Roman is a dragon, he's beautiful, he's strong, he's wonderful in every sense. As a dragon, he should get what he wants. What he wants is Prince Virgil, but he had no idea how he's supposed to act on these alarmingly human feelings. Maybe it just so happens that Prince Virgil is wanting the exact same thing he is, and decides to save him a lot of the trouble.
Ship: Prinxiety
Word Count: 4,614
Kinks/Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Dragons, Dragon Roman, Prince Virgil, Possessive Sex, Possessive Roman, Possessive Virgil, Anal Sex, Hand Jobs
Good Boys Stay Still
Synopsis: Logan likes working a little too much and Remus knows exactly what to do to get him to stop getting lost in it.
Ship: Intrulogical
Word Count: 2,483
Kinks/Tags: Pet Play, Dom Remus, Sub Logan, lots of drooling, I don't know why I focused on that so much tbh, I hope this is hot, Alternate Universe - Human
Darkest Desires
Synopsis: Roman has fantasies, ones he would never admit to. Janus finds out anyway, and he devises a scheme to let Roman indulge a bit.
Ship: Roceit
Word Count: 2,617
Kinks/Tags: Consensual Non-Consent, Verbal Degradation, Dry Humping, Degradation
Making A Froggy Omelette
Synopsis: for KitKat4406 who asked for Moceit Sillies with egg laying and Patton as the one filled up.
Ship: Moceit
Word Count: 1,850
Kinks/Tags: Egg Laying, Oviposition, Hypnotism, Animal Traits, Snake Janus, transformations, Breeding, Daddy Kink
Good boy
Synopsis: Logan hadn’t exactly been planning for this. But with a little coaxing a dog can be trained to do anything. And, well, what’s he other then a dog for his master?
Ship: Intrulogical
Word Count: 2,833
Kinks/Tags: Puppy Play, Master/Pet, Breeding Kink, Oral Sex, Degradation Kink
Tie Him Up (You'll Be Next)
Synopsis: Janus and Remus offer to teach Logan how to tie someone up.
Ship: Intruloceit
Word Count: 2,035
Kinks/Tags: Shibari, Rope Bondage, Light Dom/sub, Rope bunny Remus, Rope Top Janus, Rope Top Logan…for now., Remus' Write Fight 2026
So this is my entry for @remus-write-fight that I posted last night but forgot to post on tumblr, oopsie! Written for @thevoidofthesecondring , hope yall enjoy :)
Top Janus, bottom Roman, extra warnings are in the fic’s tags!
Roman is a dragon, he's beautiful, he's strong, he's wonderful in every sense. As a dragon, he should get what he wants. What he wants is Prince Virgil, but he had no idea how he's supposed to act on these alarmingly human feelings.
Maybe it just so happens that Prince Virgil is wanting the exact same thing he is, and decides to save him a lot of the trouble.
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| Read on AO3 |
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Pairing: Prinxiety
Word Count: 4614
kinks: Dragon, Possessiveness.
Notes:
Helllooo this is my final fic for @remus-write-fight ! It's been really really fun to write for this event. Especially because it's encouraged me to write a lot more smut than I normally would, lol. I hope everyone's enjoyed my fics so far, and also enjoys this one!!
The prompt was: "reciprocated possessiveness? preferably logan or roman not managing their feelings for any other side well. Not that the other side minds (any ship)", I hope you enjoy, anon!
Intruloxiety (Remus x Logan x Virgil)
Synopsis: After something Remus says sparks Logan's interest in erotic asphyxiation, Logan realizes one of his peers may be into being choked. So, Logan propositions them in order to learn more about this kink of theirs, and ends up discovering a few things about himself in the meantime.
Warnings: Choking Kink, Degradation Kink, Anal Sex, Dacryphilia, Praise Kink, Top Remus, Top Logan, Bottom Virgil, Double Penetration, Overstimulation, Humiliation, Dom Logan, Sub Virgil, Verse Remus, Wet & Messy, Autoerotic Asphyxiation
this is my third (and final) entry to the @remus-write-fight event! this is for @thevoidofthesecondring 's prompt "Logan overhears Remus say something kink related and upon doing research he finds himself fascinated. He doesn't realize that bringing up this new interest of his is not exactly socially acceptable, nor does he realize that calling out everyone's kinks might embarrass them or turn them on!" i really really hope this is enjoyable !!
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Janus and Remus's conversations are always a doozy, and so Logan frequently doesn't pay them much mind. Why would he? Remus offers little of sustenance, and Janus's outlandish responses are merely to derive entertainment from Remus's twisted brain.
But there's a certain argument they're having currently that Logan can't help but listen in on.
"Please, Janus!" Remus's shrill voice cries. "I'm just asking you to asphyxiate me! Why is that such a crime?"
"Because your little 'choking kink' isn't my responsibility." With a disgusted hand, Janus pushes Remus away from him. "Just go strangle yourself if you're that desperate."
"It's not the same!"
"It wouldn't be the same anyway," Janus huffs. "You don't like being choked the normal way. You expect me to crush your windpipe, and unfortunately I don't think you've been good enough to enjoy such a treat."
That has Logan finally speaking up, looking up from the book he was struggling to read over the sound of their quarrel. "Is there a form of choking that doesn't involve crushing the windpipe?" Logan asks, confusion written across his countenance. "I mean, I suppose there'd have to be, as otherwise it wouldn't be safe in practice, but I always figured people were into the permanent damage that came with smashing the front of someone's throat."
Remus lights up and immediately slides across the floor over to Logan's calves, which he tangles himself around. "Oh, you sweet, summer bitch," Remus sings, batting his eyelashes excitedly. "You've never heard of erotic asphyxiation?"
Logan sets his book to the side, more willing to put it down now that he feels he can learn something from the conversation going on. "I can't say that I have. That feels almost like an oxymoron."
"Great," Janus groans in relief. He wipes the nonexistent sweat from his brow, dramatizing the winded way Remus’s rambling makes him feel. "Let him talk your ear off about it; honestly, Logan, what an opportune moment to learn something new!" Janus is already backing off, preparing to scurry away the moment Remus's focus is solely on Logan. "And whatever Remus can't tell you about this fascinating kink, I'm sure the internet can."
"Tell him?" Remus gasps, rapidly shaking his head back and forth so violently Logan’s sure he sees a few fleas fly out of it. "I'm going to show him!"
But Logan just pushes Remus’s eager form away with his foot. "I'll pass. Any kinesthetic demonstration I require can be performed later; right now I'd prefer to know where you're supposed to squeeze in order to safely cut off airflow."
As Janus slinks out of the room, Remus scurries onto the couch, cuddling up to Logan's side so he can grab Logan's neck. He doesn't squeeze despite the fact his fingers twitch like they desperately want to, but he does position his hand in a particular way. His thumb is on one side of Logan's throat, while his other fingers apply light pressure to the other. And his palm stays bent just far enough away from Logan's larynx that there's no touch being applied whatsoever.
"Because your voice box is so fragile, any sort of grip can damage it, and any sort of damage can lead to painful death,” Remus starts explaining, sounding cheery all the while. “It's what I find so intoxicating, but why what most safe, lame, vanilla people do in practice is push down on the sides of the throat instead."
"What's the difference?" Logan inquires. He knows the sides of the neck contains the carotid arteries, but pushing on them is much different than squeezing the larynx. “Is this even considered choking when you're not affecting the breathing in any way?"
Remus shrugs. "I personally don't think so, but apparently I'm more sadistic than most, did you know that?”
"Of course I did, Remus.”
Remus further presses his body against Logan’s, trying to butter him up with his invasive affection while further elaborating "the restricted blood flow to the brain makes you feel dizzy, dumb, and horny and those feelings are orgasmic.”
Logan raises an eyebrow. "So why not just do it to yourself? Why beg Janus to?"
Remus huffs and crosses his arms over his chest, offended by Logan’s inquiry. But, after a few minutes of thinking it over, he hums “Well… I needed to practice my noose-knotting skills anyway."
"That's not what I was implying."
But Remus is already scrambling onto his feet. He kicks Logan in the process of leaping off the couch like an over-excited mutt, leaving Logan sighing as Remus disappears upstairs and presumably into his room. Logan still had more questions to ask, and now he'll have to resort to places like Reddit to answer his questions! Unfortunate, but he'll do what he has to to better understand this surprisingly common kink. He'd never thought about why people were into it or how they could safely indulge, but now he wanted to know everything!
And so he also retires to his room, setting his book neatly on one of his shelves as he sits down at his computer, planning on doing a deep-dive.
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Logan's eyes hurt from how long he's been staring at his screen.
His back similarly aches, and he has to stand up to crack it, but a pleased smile is stretched across his face as he feels satisfied with the amount he's learned.
Erotic asphyxiation - or "breath play," as Logan has learned it's also called - is most commonly related to the action of pressing down on the larynx or reducing the intake of oxygen in some sort of way. Not only is it high risk, low reward (with that reward being absolutely inconsequential compared to the fact one could quite literally die from the damage administered to their windpipe), but it's also not what most people with a choking kink engage in when wanting to be choked.
It makes sense Remus would conflate the two rather different sexual experiences into one; most people who didn't know how to choke properly would. Even Logan thinks of proper strangulation when hearing the term instead of sexually-cultivated actions meant to be safer and more pleasurable.
But that doesn't mean breath play, erotic asphyxiation, or sexual choking are all inappropriate terms for what Remus was referring to. Just that different people will expect different things when hearing the different terms.
Logan finds that confusing - it'd be easy if erotic asphyxiation meant one thing and choking meant the other - but the terms have been around far longer than he has, so he'll respect their confuddling nature.
Sexual choking can be performed with someone else, or alone, and it turns out more people tend to do it solo than what's expected.
From some of the firsthand accounts he read, it's not only a form of sexual stimulation, but also a sensual bit of stress relief. Some people who wear necklaces will pull on the front of them to feel the pressure of the sides of their necks being squeezed. It's an anxious habit that yields a mind-numbing result.
Logan supposes that also makes sense. There's a way to enjoy kink outside of sexual situations, and using something to cut off blood flow to your brain in order to feel better is no different than telling yourself you're a dumb puppy that needs a sweet treat in order to motivate you to eat. Well... Logan supposes there's a lot of differences between those two things, but the general idea is there.
And Logan sits down in bed with his hand curiously fixed to his neck. He squeezes the sides of his throat curiously, feeling his pulse through his fingers. He presses down until his head feels fuzzy, and then hums with consideration. He sees why it'd be an attractive desire, and why people will do it to themselves idly. But he has no interest in continuing to experiment on himself; he's fascinated with what he's learned, but unfortunately believes that'll be the end of things unless he can convince Remus to let him practice, take notes, and observe the results.
There's a twitch in his lips at the idea of having to actually take up Remus's offer on doing a demonstration, but anything to satiate his curiosity.
He thinks about how one would go about using it in their day-to-day life, and if it's noticeable enough for others to pick up on it, or if it's a subtle bit of relief and mindlessness that can be triggered whenever one pleases, perhaps in ways easily overlooked.
He'll look deeper into it tomorrow.
He folds his hands over his abdomen as he lets himself relax in preparation for a full eight hours of sleep, unable to dispel the images of bruised necks, choked sounds, and eyes rolling back into the skull out of pleasure.
A mouthful of spit is gulped down his throat as the pictures flash rapidly in his mind. Bruised necks, choked sounds, twitching eyelids, and everything else that comes with erotic asphyxiation.
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Logan's the first in the kitchen that morning for breakfast, and fills a filter with coffee grounds so he can brew a full pot for the lot of them, as he knows soon enough the room will be filled as everyone steadily awakes.
Though Virgil is the first one to join him - to his surprise - followed by a very persistent Remus desperate to get a rise out of him.
"Quit being such a prude, Virgin," Remus mocks, as Virgil's fingers knot in the thin chain necklace hung around his neck. He's twisting the silver so tightly around his pointer finger that it looks like it's leaving lacerations across the flesh. His lips quirk with irritation, though he's biting his inner cheek to avoid blowing up on Remus before the day's even started.
Remus, however, seems to have the opposite itinerary.
He's hanging from Virgil's arm like a parasite, and barely seems to acknowledge Logan as they saunter into the kitchen together.
"All I said was that you should bend me over, pull my pants down, and-"
"I heard you the first time, Remus," Virgil grits, making it clear that whatever Remus said next was likely gory, graphic, and stressful for Virgil to picture. "And I told you no."
"But can you reconsider?"
"Ugh." Virgil's nose scrunches up as he pushes his arm out roughly, forcefully shoving Remus away from him so Remus has no choice but to respect his personal space. "No. Now leave me alone."
"It's a communal kitchen, Virgil. I'm allowed wherever I please." He sticks his tongue out and blows a raspberry at Virgil that produces so much spit even Logan cringes as it splatters along the ground. Regardless, he pours two extra cups of coffee, and passes them out kindly.
Virgil accepts his gratefully, while Remus just slaps his hand and knocks the mug to the floor. While it thankfully doesn't shatter, coffee does splash everywhere, and Remus uses his socked foot to sop it up. Virgil immediately lets out a gag, assuming Remus is going to suck the drink from the fabric - a valid belief to hold considering Remus immediately upholds the expectation and raises his foot high to his face in a way that shouldn't be biologically possible considering his bone structure.
But while Logan is fascinated by the way Remus's body contorts, his attention is instead drawn back to Virgil. He keeps fidgeting with his necklace.
The action itself is eye-catching - the constant spinning and twisting of his finger against the chain, hooking his finger in the ring tied around the end of it just so he can pull - but it feels weirdly familiar to Logan.
His eyes narrow as his tired mind attempts to place why the repetitive action seems to attract his gaze.
As Virgil twists the chain around his pointer, the necklace presses down on either side of his neck. It's an action that's easily overlooked considering how often they all mess with their accessories - like Logan adjusting his tie when he's nervous or Roman running his hands down his sash to keep his hands busy - but the way Virgil pulls is a bit harder than what's expected.
Logan can see the chains push into his skin, and the redness they leave in their wake.
And then his eyes go wide when he notices Virgil's shaky breathing and slumped shoulders following the movement.
"You're choking yourself," Logan points out, his voice full of fascination. What a coincidence! Has Virgil always had this habit and Logan’s neglected to notice it until now, or is this something new Virgil's happened to pick up in the past few weeks?
Regardless, Logan's able to recognize what he's doing and why he's doing it - more aware than he was previously because of the deep dive he'd been on the night prior.
Even Remus perks up, and his attention is drawn to Virgil's neck.
"Hold on, wait a minute..." Remus mumbles, watching Virgil's hand drop from his necklace almost... guiltily. "Logan's right; you are choking yourself!"
"Sorry," Virgil immediately stutters out. "It's a bad habit, I know. I don't mean to do it, but in the act of messing with the necklace it just happens to constrict, and I know it's bad for me and could probably kill me if it ever gets knotted..."
Logan raises a hand to silence Virgil's oncoming ramble (as the prospect of the chain happening to get tangled right over his larynx is improbable, and he’s sure Virgil could run to one of their doors for help before it strangles him to death), as he instead steps closer to inspect the chain. He hears Virgil gulp as he gets closer, though he quickly looks annoyed when Remus takes this as an invitation to invade his personal space once more.
But before he can address their rather irritating inspections, Logan’s remarking “I guess there’s no better firsthand account to ask this than you. What about being choked makes you feel good enough to want to do it consistently?”
Virgil’s face goes bright red. “What!?” he squeals, coincidentally at the same time Remus huffs out a wounded “hey!”
Logan’s grabbed by Remus and yanked away from a flustered Virgil as he whines “you could ask me that question, Logan! Especially considering I was the one who introduced you to erotic asphyxiation in the first place.”
“Erotic asphyxiation?” Virgil repeats, voice quivering, accidentally spilling some of his coffee with how quickly he moves to slam the mug down. “You think I’m strangling myself because I get off on it?”
Logan blinks. “Well, yes.”
“Well no!” Virgil argues. “It’s a habit! A nervous habit!”
Remus grins, eyeing him up and down. “With how defensive you’re getting, I think it’s a little more than just ‘a habit.’”
“You’re also doing it the way someone aware of the safe methods of strangulation would choose to choke themselves,” Logan points out. “The average person wouldn’t think restricting blood flow to the brain feels good enough to register as a habit, but someone who derives pleasure from it would have that mental - and physical - reward.”
In fact, one of Logan’s old habits used to include messing with the collar of his shirt - an action he quickly stopped doing after accidentally driving his knuckle into his adam's apple a few times, which would often leave him in pain and winded. Not that painful things can't become habits, just that playing with one's necklace being a bad habit has such an easy fix that Virgil would have corrected if it was actually something that bothered him.
Virgil's countenance flickers between a few unreadable expressions, before finally he settles on a mixture of humiliation and anger.
"Even if I did have a choking kink, it's inappropriate to call it out," he spits, crossing his arms protectively over his chest. "You're being a dick."
"Speaking of dicks," Remus sings, as he motions towards Virgil's crotch. In the comfortable sweatpants he has on, the outline of his cock is more than visible, and it has Logan raising an eyebrow as he's able to see Virgil's semi-hard - a fact Virgil rushes to hide as his arms slam down to protect his groin from Logan and Remus's prying eyes. "Who wants to bet our little Virgie likes being humiliated, too!"
"I definitely don't," Virgil hisses. "And you two fucking suck. I just wanted some coffee."
Logan tips back his own mug, drinking it down quickly, before grabbing Virgil's.
While Remus technically also becomes aroused when being choked, he's not a great subject to interrogate considering quite literally anything could get him going. But with Virgil being someone who likely has significantly less kinks, Logan's desperate to find out why this is one of them.
"You can have your coffee," Logan tells him, as he sets a guiding hand on Virgil's upper arm, "and we can go sit if that'll make you more comfortable. But I'm admittedly fascinated by this kink, and you'd be a great source of knowledge if you're willing to share. Or- or even demonstrate!"
"A demonstration!" Remus cheers, clapping his hands excitedly. "I can help out with one of those! Virgil will need someone to strangle him, after all!"
"Nobody's getting strangled!" Virgil's voice cracks as he raises his voice to try and dispel Remus's eagerness. "Logan, I'll... I'll answer a few questions, but I'm not letting him lay a hand on me. He gets carried away, and I'm not interested in dying tonight."
Remus throws himself onto the recliner while Virgil and Logan settle onto the couch, kicking his feet up onto the armrest improperly as he juts his bottom lip out. "Boo! You're no fun!"
"And for the record, you can't just call out people's kinks," Virgil scolds Logan quietly, causing Logan to frown. "I know you think you made a brilliant deduction or whatever, but you're lucky it was just you, me, and Remus in the kitchen. Had the other three been present as well, I would have had to go bury myself alive in the garden out of shame."
"But there's nothing to be ashamed of," Logan responds, his lips twitching downward. "In fact, a lot of fetishes and kinks develop from childhood experiences, and thus we have little to no control over the things we end up into."
"Doesn't matter." Virgil rolls his shoulders. "It's still embarrassing for you to air me out like that."
Remus jumps up. "Hah! So you admit it! You are into being strangled!"
"Choked," Virgil hastily corrects. "Saying 'strangled' sounds too violent."
"I read about that, actually." Logan leans forward a little, pushing Virgil's coffee into his hands. Virgil takes and sips on it slowly as Logan explains "I saw some people online talk about not referring to their interest in choking as erotic asphyxiation because that term is more commonly associated with proper breathplay elements - some of which are far more dangerous than just restricting blood flow. But how some people do find choking and asphyxiation to be synonymous. It’s kind of complicated now that I’m describing it out loud.” He pauses to tap his chin, before deciding to prepare an example. “For reference, there are some extreme forms of breathplay that involve pulling a bag over someone’s head to slowly asphyxiate them. And that’s considering erotic asphyxiation. But erotic asphyxiation also relates to choking kinks, which are much more safely practiced by restricting blood flow instead of air flow.”
Then, Logan shifts where he sits. “I apologize if it seems I’m speaking in circles. I only learned about the differences in types of erotic asphyxiation last night, and a lot of people had a lot of different opinions online as to whether or not it was actually synonymous with being choked, or if it was a term only people who practiced their kinks in risky environments would use. There’s a lot of discourse about fetishes online, if you can believe it.”
“I can believe it,” both Virgil and Remus say at the same time.
Only for Virgil to then respond “I get it, though. I consider asphyxiation to be… more violent. Someone tacking ‘erotic’ onto it doesn’t change the fact it still screams ‘you’re going to die.’”
Remus swoons. “Doesn’t flirting with death make the experience better, though?”
Virgil tugs on his necklace, pinching the sides of his neck as he sternly answers “no, it doesn’t.”
Remus looks like he wants to argue, but before he can his attention is captured by Logan reaching towards Virgil’s neck. He doesn’t grab like he’s entitled to Virgil’s flesh, but instead curiously pets over the area with his fingers.
“How'd you realize you liked being choked?” Logan asks, oblivious to how the pressure of his hand feels on Virgil's throat.
“I… uh…” Virgil starts, his eyes fixated on Logan's wrist. When he swallows the spit built up in his mouth, Logan can feel it travel down into his stomach. “I’ve tried it before. With someone. They thankfully knew what they were doing; I was stupidly confused as to why they weren’t actually choking me, and they explained the whole blood flow thingy. And I liked how good it made my head feel. It’s like a buzz, but without needing to drink to achieve it.”
Logan cocks his head to the side, his gaze pouring into Virgil’s own as he “That’s such a unique way to describe it,” he says, completely earnest, but it still has Virgil biting his bottom lip at what he interprets as praise.
Remus leans over the side of the recliner as Virgil’s thighs close quickly, and he sets the coffee cup over the suspicious bulge in his pants - now even bigger than it was previously.
Under his breath, Remus teasingly mutters “whore,” which gets him glared at as Virgil shifts uncomfortably against the couch cushions.
"When you get off, do you do it to yourself?" Logan then inquires, which has Virgil pushing his hands away.
"Logan, you can't just ask people how they masturbate!" Virgil spits, turning his head away so he doesn't have to face Logan's genuine expression. The fact Logan thinks there's nothing wrong with being so invasive is... humiliating!
Remus blows a raspberry with his mouth. "You can ask me how I masturbate, Logan! I've got this whole system that often involves my left hand, a glob of phlegm, and a jackhammer if I'm feeling particularly naughty."
"Gross, Remus," Virgil mutters as Logan waves him off.
Despite Logan's brief confusion as to what Remus could possibly be doing with such an assortment of... items, that's not his main interest at the moment. Virgil is.
"You'll have to excuse my curiosity, I suppose," Logan murmurs in reply, not quite apologizing for his actions, but making it clear Virgil's not forced to answer them. Just... encouraged to. "I know you have a hand. You could always choke yourself, and I assume you often do. But I bet it doesn't feel as exhilarating as the real thing, does it?"
Logan sees Remus bite his lip out of the corner of his eye at the question, only for Virgil to stammer out "are you purposely trying to dirty talk, or are your questions just phrased that way?" sounding desperate for some sort of clarification to Logan's tone as the way he's currently perceiving it isn't quelling his embarrassment in the slightest.
Logan leans back in surprise, and his palms slide over his soft pajama pants. "I wasn't intending to flirt, if that's what you mean," Logan quickly clears up, even though that just has Virgil turning and hiding his face in his hands. The way he curls up and leans against the back of the couch would be cute if not for the kick he delivers to Logan's stomach in an attempt to push him away.
His fingers flex and almost descend once or twice, craving the mindless rush that'll come with his carotid arteries being pushed down on, but refusing to do so in front of Logan and Remus now that he knows they understand why he does it.
Scooting back to give Virgil his space, Logan ends up leaning against the arm of the couch. Remus, however, doesn't offer Virgil the same civility, and leaps off the recliner so he can throw himself onto the couch instead.
He's behind Virgil, and he's quick to grab Virgil's wrists and forcefully pry his hands away from his face.
"Don't leave us hanging, Virgil!" Remus croons, his voice shrill in Virgil's ear. His chin is nestled on Virgil's shoulder. "I want to see if your methods have changed since ditching Janus and I. If you've added choking into the mix, how else have you stirred things up!?"
"That's none of your business, Remus," Virgil tries to dismiss, but when he meets Logan's eyes again, he finds himself choking on any further complaints.
Logan's sitting politely, eyes wide and full of hope as he watches Virgil squirm in Remus's grasp. Unlike Remus who is definitely only sticking around for his own sexual self-interest, Logan just wants to learn things, and is relying on Virgil to be the one to teach him considering he's experienced in the field.
When their eyes meet, Logan moves forward, and Virgil finds himself biting his tongue.
"You're not required to share anything, but if it'd be less embarrassing to show us as opposed to explaining it, I invite you to do so," Logan calmly speaks, leaving Virgil feeling like he's overheating.
There's no world in which masturbating in front of two friends is less embarrassing than just explaining how he does it... and yet, once Remus lets go of him, Virgil's hand slides down to the waistband of his sweatpants anyway.
"Holy shit, you're actually going to jerk it in front of us!?" Remus squeals in his ear, but a swift elbow to the ribs has him shutting up.
Logan sits back on his calves, shaking the glee from his hands in a consistent stim as he watches Virgil like he's a bubbling beaker full of chemicals that's ready to boil over any minute now. He doesn't address Virgil's movements due to not wanting to dissuade him from committing, but his breathing speeds up without him realizing.
To Virgil, it's like he's being viewed as a piece of porn on one side, and like a bug beneath a microscope on the other. It's humiliating, and absurd, and inappropriate... and hot.
As his fingers pinch the waistband of his briefs, he hesitates.
Is he really going to expose himself on the living room couch? Just because Logan was asking, and Remus was waiting, and he'd get to choke himself in front of them?
Okay, that last bit isn't exactly an encouraging factor - it's more so something Virgil's fantasized about before. Not just squeezing his own throat, but having someone else who could do that for them. He won't ask Logan or Remus, but them being within proximity means it's easy for him to imagine it, and thus pushes him to finally pull his cock out.
Logan takes Virgil's half-full mug of coffee from him so his hand is freed up, and once it is Virgil immediately grabs his necklace.
He twists his fingers twice in the chain and then tugs, being a lot more forceful with how he yanks now that he's squirming beneath their gazes. The pressure that's applied to the sides of his throat has him shaking, and when he loops the necklace around his finger a third time, it's like he's properly choking himself.
A breathless gasp slips past his lips as he squeezes his eyes shut, with the blood flow to his brain being hindered by his tugging.
His hips jerk up, and he feels Remus's hand grab his waist to keep him steady.
"Remus," Logan's voice warns, attempting to dispel any interference, but Remus just sticks his tongue out in response.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to twist his shit, regardless of how tempted I am. I'm enjoying the show just as much as you are." His hand further slides across Virgil's abdomen until he's holding Virgil in place like a seatbelt. Then, in Virgil's ear, Remus whispers "besides, I know how much of a whore you are. It's only a matter of time before you're succumbing to the invasive desires I feel crawling around in your skull."
Virgil shivers as he knows Remus is absolutely devouring each and every embarrassing thought and fantasy Virgil's overactive mind crafts up, so he focuses on Logan in an attempt to ground himself.
The pressure on his throat loosens briefly, and then tightens again with a tug much harsher than those previously. He's pulling so hard Logan briefly worries the thin chain might break, but it holds firm, and the breathy moan Virgil lets out is enough to have Logan shuffling even closer.
Virgil has trouble keeping his eyes open with how frequently his pupils roll back into his skull.
The fog filling his brain as he restricts the blood flow is orgasmic, causing waves of ecstasy to crash down over his form and moans to spill out from his lips.
Stroking his cock practically becomes a background task, as Virgil's real enjoyment comes with strangling himself. His finger is so tangled in his necklace that it starts to go red as circulation is hindered, just giving him a pulsating warmth in his fingertips that amplifies his enjoyment.
When he's able to occasionally peek his eyes open, he always ends up shutting them again as Logan's staring at him so intensely.
"What does it feel like?" Logan suddenly asks when Virgil drops his chain in order to catch his breath quickly. "Is it... dizzying?"
"Incredibly," Virgil's quivering voice responds. "I feel foggy, and hot, and... embarrassed, though that has less to do with the choking and more to do with you staring at me like a creep."
"Like a scientist," Logan corrects, smoothing out his shirt. "You're already leaking precome. Every bit of pressure you apply to your throat makes your hips strain against Remus's hold. If not for his grip, I assume you'd be frantically fucking your hand."
Virgil's voice cracks, and he whimpers "you're seriously not trying to dirty talk on purpose?"
"I'm just making observations."
"Dirty observations," Remus teases, squeezing tighter around Virgil's waist. His breath is hot against Virgil's ear, and the tone he speaks in is low and taunting.
Logan clears his throat. "Would you say you come faster if you're being choked while touching yourself? Or have you never thought to time your orgasms with and without that variable present?"
Virgil grunts as he chokes himself again, before letting the chain fall loose. "Why would I time how long it takes me to come!?"
Frowning, Logan huffs "it'd be a good way to confirm whether or not you're into things. Though I guess you don't need that confirmation seeing as you're unable to stop choking yourself long enough to get more than a couple words out at a time."
Virgil goes to insult him but Remus can't stop himself from grabbing Virgil's necklace and pulling on it before he can.
The way Virgil surges is intense and exhilarating, his chest arching forward as he lets out a strangled cry, with his vision going white and his head feeling thick. He doesn't even realize he's humiliated himself further by coming instantaneously from the pressure until Logan's hissing out "Remus! You've muddled the results! How am I supposed to know now whether or not that climax was a result of your meddling or his own choking kink?"
"My... my..." Virgil pants, his body convulsing against Remus's grasp as Remus cackles in his ear. "My climax?"
His come splatters against his sweatpants in streaks, until finally his body is going limp and he's slumping back against Remus's hold. His vision is blurry and he can't set his thoughts straight, but the heat that fills him when he looks down is powerful enough for him to realize he's come stupidly fast.
He bites his bottom lip, and then his knuckle. "Fuck," he mutters, "I'm sorry. Normally I'm not... It's not... I don't..."
"Oh, shut up, Virgil," Remus scoffs in Virgil's ear, pushing him forward. He falls against Logan, who's thankfully there to grab his arms and keep him steady. "Who cares if you came prematurely? It was hot, and you don't hear either of us complaining!"
Virgil's pretty sure Logan did complain, but chooses not to say such as he digs his nails into the sides of Logan's arms.
He assumes that's it - Logan's urged him to come and watched him masturbate, and now they're all going to part ways and hopefully never talk about this again.
But instead, Logan's tilting Virgil's face up and asking "do you think you could go again?"
Virgil's eyes go wide. "Masturbate again?" he asks, voice high-pitched with shock at Logan's audacity.
But Logan shakes his head, as Remus catches his drift and clarifies "he's asking if you can go a second round, which will allow us to fuck around with your little choking fetish."
"You think I'm going to let you get your hands around my throat? Do you think I'm that dumb?"
Remus's bottom lip juts out in a pitiful pout. "I promise it'll feel good when I crush your larynx."
"Hard pass."
"Would you let me try it, though?" Logan asks, guiding Virgil's attention back towards him. "I've been reading about how to do it properly, and I'm knowledgeable enough about your fragile parts to know what is and isn't dangerous. Your only concern should be the amount of pressure I apply to your carotid arteries, but with a quick verbal correction I can change that quickly."
"Do you want to choke me?"
"Yes."
"Why!?"
"Because it's fascinating to me that something this risky yields such an arousing effect. There's a lot of kinks, fetishes, and interests that use something typically bland, gross, or dangerous to incur arousal, but choking is so..." Logan taps his chin, struggling to explain himself. "I feel like it's something almost everyone experiences. You choke on food, you choke on water, you choke on air. It's not the same kind of choking as strangulation, but it's the same dizzying, breathless feeling. How does that yield such sexual pleasure?"
"I don't... I don't know."
Remus rocks back and forth where he sits. "I do! It's because fear is fun."
So simple, and yet the most substantial explanation.
"Even if you're not afraid you're actually going to bite the dust, there's still the lingering 'what if' aspect that's mysterious enough to be appealing. And even if Virgil doesn't romanticize his own untimely end, he does enjoy the submission, helplessness, and dependence." Remus throws his arms around Virgil, shaking him back and forth to really hammer his point home. "Am I right, or am I right?"
Virgil chews his inner cheek, refusing to give Remus the satisfaction of admitting he is in fact correct, though his expression gives it away.
Still, Logan asked a question, and clearly expects an answer.
So, Virgil finally sighs, and utters "fine. But I'm not letting you do it out here."
"We can go to my room!" Remus excitedly suggests, though that idea is shot down quickly by Virgil.
"No," Virgil hisses, "my room. I don't feel comfortable anywhere else."
"That's fine by me." Logan stands, pulling away from Virgil who tries to cling to him until he can't anymore. Once he's left alone on the couch, he rushes to get himself cleaned up and his cock tucked back into his briefs, gulping as he feels both Logan and Remus's eyes on him as he does so. When he finally pushes himself off the sofa, Remus is already halfway up the stairs, and Logan's lingering by the banister waiting for Virgil to ascend the steps first.
Logan's hands pat repeatedly against the sides of his thighs out of excitement while Virgil's arms cross protectively over his chest, attempting to spare what's left of his dignity despite the fact he's leading two people who want to choke him (for very different reasons) to his room so they can do just that. What's his morning turned into?
And why is he into it?
He lets them into his room and closes the door behind them, making sure to lock it just seconds before Remus is grabbing him and pulling him to the bed. His excitement is palpable, and Virgil finds himself quickly fondled and groped as Remus stretches the concept of choking Virgil into the concept of getting sexual with him regardless of how that's defined.
Logan sits in front of Virgil, watching as Virgil's shirt is pulled up to expose his chest and his sweatpants are yanked down enough to reveal the waistband of his boxers.
"If you'd like Remus to be excused, we can shoo him off," Logan proposes as Remus's nails trail up Virgil's stomach. Remus pouts, but doesn't get the chance to complain before Logan adds "otherwise I can merely advise him to keep his hands away from your neck."
"Please don't banish me to the shadow realm, Virgil!" Remus pathetically whines. "You don't understand how distraught I'll be knowing you're in here getting choked by the logical side while I'm cucked in the hallway!"
"Shut up, dude," Virgil grunts as Remus clings to him. His face is red, but he still finds a way to roll his eyes despite the humiliation creeping through his body. The warmth makes his cock twitch in his pants, making him bite his bottom lip hard. "I'm only going to kick you out if you keep being so... annoying. You've already got me halfway exposed; I was just going to commit to whatever... this led to."
Remus cheers while Logan nods, with Logan eventually responding "if you need anything to change, just keep us informed."
Virgil nods in agreement, only to yelp as his sweatpants are then roughly pulled down, exposing his legs to the air. Though Logan's initially content watching Remus struggle to get the fabric past Virgil's ankles, eventually he helps get them off, and does the same with Virgil's boxers. Virgil's shirt joins everything else on the edge of the bed shortly after, leaving Virgil completely nude between his two fully-clothed peers.
Luckily, he's only left to stew in this vulnerable for around a minute, as quickly Remus is shifting back so he can begin stripping himself too.
While he does, Logan tilts Virgil's chin upwards to get a better look at Virgil's neck.
"Is there anything I should keep in mind about you specifically while my hand is around your throat?" he asks, and Virgil shivers at the inquiry.
“Just be careful,” is really all Virgil can reply. “With Remus… fucking me, I assume?”
“Absolutely!” Remus affirms from behind him.
Virgil rubs the back of his neck, his thighs shifting shut as he continues “with the sex, I’d just be mindful of where your palm is resting. If Remus gets too excited there’s a chance my neck can end up slamming into your hand.”
“I’ll make sure that doesn’t occur.”
Virgil’s hips are grabbed and he’s pulled back into Remus’s lap, where he feels Remus’s hard - and slick - cock rub against his ass. At least in the midst of his undressing Remus had the formality to lube himself up.
Virgil’s thighs spread apart as he straddles Remus’s legs, his back pressing back against Remus’s hairy chest. He lifts himself up slightly with Remus’s guidance (and his hard grip practically forcing Virgil upwards), and stays there as Remus teases the tip of his cock against Virgil’s hole.
“You’re not going to get in on this, Logan?” Remus asks, grinning over Virgil’s shoulder at Logan’s conservative form. “I’ll teach you all about double penetration.”
“I can assume what double penetration is by its name,” Logan replies. “And I can infer its purpose is the same as singular penetration.”
“And you don’t want to try it out?”
Logan waves his hand dismissively. “One thing at a time, Remus. I want to learn how to choke Virgil properly before I try doing it whilst thrusting my hips at the same time.”
“Is learning how to choke really something that matters to you?” Virgil squeaks as Logan’s hand rests against his throat. “You’re just speaking about it so… so…”
“Well, yes. It fascinates me.”
Virgil squirms beneath Logan’s gaze, as Logan keeps eye contact with him. “You fascinate me the same way Remus does. Though as the manifestation of all things dark and depraved, he can be easily written off. But the manifestation of anxiety having an attraction to something dangerous?”
“And the fact he’s into being embarrassed,” Remus coos, digging his nails into Virgil’s hips. “You saw how worked up he got by your comments, and how fast he came while you were watching him.”
Then, Remus pinches Virgil's side and says “it’s kind of like how you’re surprised by Logan’s want to participate in such a sexual situation since you assume logic to be uptight and sex-repulsed.”
“Not an entirely inaccurate depiction of me,” Logan mumbles.
Remus snickers, and then whispers in Virgil’s ear “but the fact he wants to use your body like an object to learn more about erotic asphyxiation is hot, isn’t it?”
Virgil writhes in Remus’s gasp, his hips jerking forward at the comparison.
“I… I guess…”
Remus laughs louder this time, and then begins firmly pulling Virgil down onto his cock, holding tight to his hips as he does so. “Is it humiliating? The fact he wants to study you? He couldn’t give a shit about your pleasure; he only cares about what he’s learning from it.”
Logan rolls his eyes. “That’s not completely true. I care enough about your enjoyment to provide you a comfortable experience. And ejaculation is my end goal, as that’s what choking will hopefully push you towards.” Experimentally, he applies the smallest bit of pressure to the sides of Virgil’s throat, and seems pleased when Virgil lets out a pleasured gasp. “However, I am observing all of the results erotic asphyxiation yields… Should I be calling it that? I know you disliked the term.”
Virgil groans, and Logan’s cheeks go a bit pink as he feels the vibrations from Virgil’s voice box travel through his palm. “Call it whatever you want. Just… keep talking to me, please.”
“Why?”
Face suddenly bright red, Virgil leans back quickly so that Logan no longer has a hand on him. “Never mind,” he quickly rushes out. “You don’t have to.”
But Remus is all too excited to exclaim “aw, he wants you to keep asking him questions! What a little masochist.”
Logan looks at Virgil’s timid face as he rushes to cover his blush. “How is his desire to have me ask questions masochistic? Am I missing something?”
“Because, dummy,” Remus snorts, “he won’t be able to answer you while you’re choking him. And that's clearly what he wants, isn't it, Virgil?" Virgil makes a noise as he's directly addressed, but Remus doesn't let up. "You want to struggle to answer, and you want to look like a pathetic, drooling mess while Logan asks you if you're his good boy or if you're feeling good. Isn't that right?"
A whimper spills past Virgil's lips, as he rolls his hips against Remus's cock. Half of it is buried in him, and he clenches around it.
But Remus isn't satisfied with a meek noise, and he quickly pulls Virgil's hips all the way down his shaft in retaliation, causing Virgil to jolt and moan at how quickly he's filled.
"I asked you a question, slut," Remus hisses in Virgil's ear, "and I'm not as patient as Logan is. I said 'isn't that right?'"
With a noticeable tremble in his body, Virgil's hands fall from his face to hold tight to Remus's arms instead, afraid if he lets them go Remus will start bouncing him before he's properly ready. His face is contorted in such an orgasmic way it leaves Logan breathless, as he watches Virgil struggle to enunciate "y-yes. Remus is right."
Remus smirks at Logan. "See? Bastard has a humiliation kink. I told you."
"I didn't doubt you," Logan quietly responds, his eyes wide. "Just... don't go overboard with him. And try to avoid moving him around wildly, if you can. I'm trying to avoid crushing his larynx, remember?"
"No promises!"
As Logan moves closer, Virgil grabs hold of his shirt just so he has something consistent to twist his fingers into. In turn, Logan's hand wraps around his throat, which he begins applying pressure to as soon as Remus starts moving.
At first, Logan's overly cautious.
Virgil has little control of how fast he's lifted and how roughly he falls due to the fact Remus's heavy lifting is doing more of the work than Virgil trying to sit up on his knees is, and the pace Remus sets - while not as extreme as Logan's sure he could have gone - is quick.
Virgil's open mouth lets out a consistent stream of moans, his head back and his throat pushed into Logan's palm.
The amount of trust he has in Logan's actions is enormous considering Logan's never done this before, and Logan's grateful for it as it inspires confidence within him to do well. The last thing he wants is to disappoint and injure Virgil; then he'd likely never be allowed to experiment with this again!
So, Logan’s grip begins to tighten.
He keeps his palm arched away from Virgil’s throat but his fingers pressed firmly against the sides, and then he squeezes.
He’s gentle at first, but only as he eases himself into things. Since he knows Virgil’s experienced, he chooses to go at his own pace while expecting to be corrected if he ever missteps along the way. But based on the way Virgil reacts to him, he doubts any complaints will be uttered.
“Logan,” Virgil gasps as soon as Logan begins to squeeze harder.
Remus groans too, and is quick to point out “he clenched down hard around me when you started strangling him, Logan. The whore likes it that much.”
As Virgil’s ass ends up flush in Remus’s lap, Logan chokes him harder.
Virgil’s eyes lock to Logan’s briefly, but then he has to screw his eyelids shut just because of how attractive it is being watched so closely. Logan’s attention is fixed on Virgil’s countenance, and how his face scrunches and contorts with the amount of pressure he administers.
“Am I doing this right?” Logan asks first and foremost, and he watches Virgil’s body jerk at the question.
“Mhmm,” Virgil whimpers in response, as his hips are lifted and then pulled down to slam against Remus’s yet again.
But Logan just presses the pads of his fingers harder into Virgil’s carotid arteries. “I don’t know what that humming means, Virgil. Use your words.”
Remus cusses behind Logan, purring “damn, I didn’t know you had such a dominant side,” while Virgil whines at the demand.
Getting any words out will be a struggle, which is why he likes it so much - another aspect of this situation Logan doesn’t quite understand and yet yearns to. Virgil liking erotic asphyxiation is clearly about so much more than just the physical action of being choked. Remus was right when he said Virgil’s into humiliation; Logan can see that clearly. He wonders if these two things go hand in hand, or if Virgil just so happens to be more into playing a submissive role than Logan previously assumed he’d be.
Virgil still tries, breath hitching as he attempts to respond "yes, you're doing so... so good..."
He doesn’t even realize the assurance feels more like praise to Logan, whose cheeks go pink at Virgil’s positive reinforcement. And feeling obligated to return the pleasant feelings Virgil’s brought to him, Logan says “you’re also doing good. I know you can’t see Remus’s face, but he’s clearly enjoying himself. And I’m admittedly entertained watching the way your body reacts to every individual bit of stimuli.”
Precome leaks down the length of Virgil’s aching cock as he moans, the overstimulation making him feel twice as sensitive as he’s pounded into. Even though he’s doing little to move himself, he still finds himself fatigued in the best way, and thus putty in Remus and Logan’s hold.
“Go a bit slower,” Logan eventually commands Remus, which gets complaints immediately hurled his way.
“Oh come on!” Remus whines, his nasally voice sharp in Virgil’s ear. He pulls Virgil halfway up his cock, and then drops him down again, right as Logan eases up his hold on Virgil’s neck. “I just started to pick up the pace, and you want me to reel it in?”
“Yes.”
“Ugh!” Virgil is slammed down on his shaft rather hard again, with Virgil’s head falling back against Remus’s shoulder as he sobs out a loud cry. His exposed neck calls to Logan’s twitching fingers, but Logan holds firm.
“You’re going too fast right now; I felt my hand bump against his adam’s apple a few times and I’m concerned I’ll hurt it.”
“A few hits isn’t going to do any damage,” Remus spits. “Besides, Virgil seems to like it.”
His hand travels down Virgil’s happy trail down to his cock, which he grabs hard. The rough stroking he starts with has Virgil squirming, as his overwhelmed body becomes further tormented by the intense rhythm Remus jerks him off with.
Logan rolls his eyes at Remus’s insistence, but still repeats “go slower, Remus. I’m not asking,” in a tone that leaves Remus too aroused to refuse.
Then, to pull Virgil forward again Logan grabs his chain necklace and tugs hard on it, causing it to constrict on either side of Virgil's neck.
The familiar feeling of the room-temperature chain pressing hard into his skin, leaving textured marks in his flesh that'll be fun to run his hands over later makes his eyes roll back into his head, moaning stupidly loud as Logan uses his own accessories to benefit himself.
Though, Logan seems noticeably surprised when he sees Virgil's tear-streaked face.
"You're crying," Logan remarks, still keeping his fingers curled in the necklace, wound enough over the digits that Virgil's left gasping for air. "Are you upset? Or are the tears coming from something else?"
"Likely from overstimulation," Remus chirps. "His first orgasm happened stupidly fast, and now you're treating him like a stress toy by squeezing and squishing his slender little neck! Isn't it so hot to see him so disheveled?"
Logan's eyes dart around as droplets roll down Virgil's cheeks, traveling the sides of his face before cascading down his chin and splashing over his abdomen.
"I would have to agree it's very... attractive," Logan eventually murmurs, looping Virgil's chain around his fingers a final time. His knuckles graze the front of Virgil's throat; any arch forward or pressure downward could leave Virgil winded and in pain. "Typically when you guys cry I find myself uninterested, but right now it's... appealing."
Virgil shivers, sandwiched between what he's learning to be two sadists.
"Is it because you're the one making him cry?" Remus suggests, voice low in Virgil's ear. Even with his nails sunk deep into Virgil's hip and his hand moving relentlessly over the length of Virgil's cock, he's not looking to discredit Logan's contributions. "Tears are different when you're the one causing them."
"It might be..." Logan murmurs, feeling goosebumps ripple over his skin. He shivers. "I could watch you cry for ages, Virgil. I could watch you struggle to breathe for twice as long."
Virgil's head feels thick and hot, and the tone in which Logan's talking to him makes him feel brainless.
Remus keeps his thrusts slower and shallow for just a few minutes before steadily speeding up again, using his fist to keep Virgil's cock tortured by the same feverish pace. Logan doesn't correct his behavior, and so Remus takes that as an invitation to get rougher.
Similarly, Logan takes Virgil's enjoyment as encouragement to pull tighter on the necklace.
He likes the feeling of his hand properly curling around Virgil’s neck more than he does using the accessory as means to choke him, but Virgil seems to enjoy both, and doing it this way reminds Logan of tugging a leash to keep an eager dog obedient.
“You’re getting spit all over your face,” Logan murmurs, thumbing away a glob of saliva from the corner of Virgil’s parted lips. “Is that another kink of yours? Drooling?”
“N-no,” Virgil stammers, his voice coming out quivering. It’s unconvincing; he must love looking like a mess. “Logan, pl-please pull harder.”
"On your necklace?" Logan asks for clarification. "Or would you rather I go back to using my hand?"
Virgil makes a noise and tries to push his hand over his face, but that wrist is swiftly grabbed and yanked down by Remus, who is just as interested in Virgil's answer. The fact Logan's still expecting him to speak even though his shaft is wet with precome and his hole is filled with Remus's cock, still moving aggressively inside of him. Remus has taken to using him even more roughly too, as Logan's not commented on it and Remus is desperate to feel the way Virgil's body desperately clenches around his cock.
"Your hand," Virgil eventually manages to pant out, though it's difficult considering Logan never stops pulling on his necklace. The blood flow to his brain is massively hindered, and Virgil's entire face feels hot as he struggles to cope with the orgasmic delirium he feels.
Logan swallows the spit in his mouth, and finally drops Virgil's chain. "Thank you for telling me," he says, keeping his voice soft. "You're very good at answering my questions."
"Aww," Remus mocks, "did you hear that, Virgil? Logan thinks you're a good boy."
Virgil moans, and then cries as Logan's hand takes its place on his throat. He's more intense with how he grips it now, holding firm from the get go, having given Virgil just a few seconds to catch his breath before Logan leaves him dizzy.
“I think you’re decent,” Remus then says, as he watches Logan squeeze his fingers hard around the sides of Virgil’s throat. He listens to the gurgles that spit from Virgil’s slick lips, and adds “but I think you’re an exceptional slut. You’re so tight around my cock; I probably should have fucked you open with my fingers first, but I think a whore like you enjoys the stretch.”
“If he didn’t like it, I’m sure he would have complained by now,” Logan smoothly points out. “He’s taking you very well considering the lack of prep.”
“It’s due to your choking, Logan,” Remus purrs. “Greedy bitch wouldn’t have had the patience to let us prep him if it meant he’d have to wait to feel your hand around his windpipe.”
Virgil moans at Remus’s words, and then cries out louder at Logan’s as Logan murmurs “he’s hardly a bitch; I’m quite enjoying his desperation,” which has strips of spit dribbling down Virgil’s chin as he tries to beg best he can whilst struggling to organize his thoughts.
And then Virgil’s pulled down particularly roughly, and Remus’s cock slams up against his prostate.
Virgil’s head falls back so suddenly that Logan has to rush to adjust his hand as Virgil pushes his throat into it. His chest similarly arches forward as Remus’s cock thrusts into him repeatedly. The cackle Remus lets out as he continues to abuse that spot makes Virgil’s body feel hot, and the way he sobs as his body is fucked into overstimulation cause Logan to curse under his breath.
Logan’s gotten rather close to him now, and Virgil can feel his other hand lightly brushing over the bellend of his shaft.
To get a better look at Virgil’s face, Logan pulls forward on Virgil’s throat, and utters a soft - more explicitly sexual - “good boy” to reward the way Virgil’s head falls towards him.
And while he appreciates how attractive Virgil is as he cries, Virgil’s body reacts more than positively to Logan’s touch, and he comes seconds after Logan’s fingertip rubs against his wet slit.
Both Logan's hand and Remus's palm end up coated in Virgil's pitiful second load, with Remus fucking Virgil through it, and then continuing to use Virgil's body afterwards. Even as he slumps forward and falls against the strangling pressure against his neck, dizzy with how tight Logan's started to squeeze after watching him orgasm.
But then Remus slows... and Virgil's pulled to a solid stop.
A gasp tears through his throat as Logan pulls his hand away, right as Remus coaxed "come on Logan, there's plenty of room for you in here. And our cocks could make out inside of Virgil's hole!"
"My penis does not have a mouth, and I'm quite confident yours doesn't either."
"You know what I mean."
Logan, in fact, does know what Remus is requesting, and the offer is incredibly tempting. Especially as Virgil's unfocused eyes dark down to the front of Logan's trousers, whimpering when he sees Logan's hard in his pants. His thighs shake as he spreads them apart, silently inviting Logan to accept, and quietly praying he will.
And so when Remus passes Logan the lube, Logan ends up accepting.
Both Remus and Virgil watch attentively as Logan's pants are pulled off, and as his cock is quickly slicked up. Remus actively drools over Virgil's shoulder as Virgil rolls his hips down against the base of Remus's cock. He's already exhausted, but he can take more. He can take Logan. And if that means he'll come a third time, then so be it.
Remus's legs have to stretch to accommodate for Logan's presence as he scoots forward, with Logan's hands grabbing Virgil's waist as their cocks frot together briefly.
Virgil's cock twitches as their shafts rub together, until Remus is lifting Virgil halfway up.
"Get up in here, Logan!" Remus croons, as Virgil's body trembles. One of his hands slides up to Virgil's throat, taunting Virgil with the fact he could squeeze any moment even though Virgil previously insisted Remus not get anywhere close. "It's nice and tight; it'll be a snug fit, but that'll just make it feel better."
"Remus, your hand."
"As if the bitch isn't pushing into it," Remus scoffs. "Isn't that right, Virgil? Don't you want to tell Logan how you're desperate to be strangled?"
"Not by you," Logan reminds him, which has Remus huffing dramatically as his hand falls away, and lands back on Virgil's cock instead. If he's not going to be able to choke Virgil's throat, then he's going to squeeze the base of Virgil's cock instead, tormenting it while Logan's distracted trying to line up the tip of his length with Virgil's stretched hole.
Squirming as he's overwhelmed by Remus's fist, Virgil moans out "Logan!" hoping Logan will notice and perhaps urge Remus to slow down as he's rubbed through his refractory period.
But aside from a quick glance down at Remus’s hand, Logan doesn’t comment on it, and instead just shushes Virgil with a calm, simple “shh, Virgil. Be good,” which arouses Virgil to the point of utter submission. Even more so when Logan sets a steady hand against Virgil’s neck like a reminder, with Virgil shivering at the wordless threat to choke him until he’s brainless if he starts to act up.
Virgil’s eyes roll back into his head as Logan’s cock begins to push into him, with the process being sped up by Remus’s impatience as he inevitably forces Virgil down, pushing Logan’s entire length inside of Virgil where it’s pressed solidly against Remus’s own shaft.
Both Logan and Virgil moan loudly at the feeling, with Virgil feeling completely filled and Logan biting his lip at the tight, wet heat surrounding his shaft.
“Don’t worry about thrusting,” Remus then tells Logan, groaning out the words giddily. "It's much easier to use him as a fleshlight than it is to try and fuck him properly."
The dehumanization makes Virgil's cock ache, and he feels it harden in Remus's grasp. Virgil falls forward against Logan’s chest, but Logan just pushes him back up.
“I can’t choke you if you’re hiding yourself against me,” he scolds, before following it up with a direct “that is, if you want me to keep choking you,” so he can keep Virgil in this humiliating position.
Where he either has to admit he does want it to continue and hope Logan’s kind enough to oblige, or spare his dignity but feel far less satisfied.
And so Virgil nods his head slightly, whimpering out “please,” as that’s all he’s capable of saying.
“Fucking whore,” Remus spits in Virgil’s ear at the same time Logan softly praises “good job telling me what you want,” forcing Virgil to try and internalize the mixture as both sentences bounce around his mind and stick to his melted brain.
And while he’s been able to hear Remus getting closer to his orgasm, he’s able to watch Logan’s composed face quirk and twist into something more emotional, as he's confronted by how good being balls-deep inside Virgil feels, and how actually getting to experience Virgil clenching around him with every bit of pressure administered to his neck truly is an amazing experience.
"Fuck," Logan pants, the obscene slip up causing Virgil's mind to reel. Hearing such a dirty word come from such a professional mouth and knowing he's the cause is addicting. Remus drags him fast up and down their cocks, careful not to lift Virgil up to the point either of them could slip out, but always making sure to slam him back down hard enough to send electricity straight through Virgil's prostate, up his spine, and to his blood-deprived brain.
To attempt to steady himself, Logan squeezes Virgil's neck tight, attempting to focus on the wet gasps and grunts that spill from Virgil's mouth in order to distract himself from the heat he's already afflicted by.
Having watched Virgil progressively lose himself over the course of his orgasms has been more than attractive, and the power Logan has in his fingertips so long as he presses them into the sides of Virgil's neck is addicting. He never knew how dominant such a simple action could make him feel, and now that he does, how does Virgil ever expect him to stroll by without administering a swift tug to his chain or grabbing his throat from behind in order to remind Virgil of his place?
There was something exhilarating about the fact it's Logan's decision when to stop. It's Logan's mercy that'll keep Virgil from passing out. And it's Logan's enjoyment that'll amplify Virgil's own pleasure.
Virgil's entire body burns with overstimulation, and his head is thick with fog that Virgil's in no rush to dispel.
Every inhale is shallow and shaky, and every exhale is noisy with some sort of moan or cry. His prostate is abused inside of him, now thrusted against every single descent, and the tight fit of both shafts inside of him makes him feel full.
His hand touches his abdomen.
He's too pudgy to feel any sort of indentation from the bulges, but the fact he knows that he's being stretched open and the feeling of basically being split apart with each bit of movement is so good.
He tries to beg for Remus to stroke him faster, to be thrusted into harder, and to be allowed to come, but Logan's hand presses down when he tries, silencing him completely.
Virgil's blunt nails dig into Logan's wrists - not quite pushing him away, but not keeping him close either - as his eyes roll back into his head. Logan's fingers curl over the necklace Virgil's wearing, pushing the chain into Virgil's skin, making Virgil wince and cry from the mixture of pain and pleasure he's experiencing. Logan finds his eyes torn between the wet tears that make his stomach twist and Virgil's neck, where Logan's eager to see what marks he leaves.
"Do you think he's close already?" Remus muses, finally grabbing Logan's attention. A quick glance down towards Remus's messy hand around Virgil's wet cock leaves Logan with an inconclusive guess. Who's to say whether he's already come a third time or if he's just still covered in so much of his own semen it's impossible to tell? "I know I am. I can't wait to flood his insides with spunk, and drown both of our cocks in the mess."
Virgil's mouth opens and closes, a strained noise emitting from his throat as his hole tightens around the shafts within him.
Logan's close too, though he doesn't admit such verbally. He doesn't need to.
As Logan's hand curls even firmer around Virgil's neck, Virgil's left dizzy and desperate, and he comes a third time with no warning, going completely limp as he weakly convulses, with a pathetic splatter of come being all that drips from his spent cock.
Logan doesn't pull his hand away.
He keeps his grip constrictive against Virgil's carotid arteries, leaving Virgil helpless as Logan's other hand sets itself atop Remus's, guiding Remus's movements so Virgil's body is moved even faster up and down their cocks. And conveniently, both Remus and Logan seem to reach their peak at the same time, with Logan hitting his climax pathetically fast as he comes mere seconds before Remus does, the two of them filling Virgil's hole with their semen as it mixes and squelches together with the lube still sliding off their cocks.
When Logan backs up and pulls out, out falls a glob of come that splatters against the comforter beneath Remus's spread legs.
His hand eventually loosens and disappears too, and he listens as Virgil sucks in gasp after gasp of fresh air, working hard to get oxygen cycling through his lungs, and greedily enjoying the way the cold air feels inside his humid mouth.
Remus takes a lot longer to lift Virgil from his cock, but once he does he drops Virgil on his chest, with Virgil letting out a soft cry as he lands against the damp comforter. Come drips from his hole, but Remus just drags a finger against the mess and then sticks it in his mouth - which results in Virgil using the last of his strength to turn and kick Remus in the stomach to discourage any further prodding.
This propels him about a centimeter towards Logan, who cradles Virgil as he lifts him from the sheets. Not because he wants to administer affection, but because he wants to inspect the damage - something that flusters Virgil as he's checked over like the final result in an experiment.
"Your throat's all red," Logan mumbles, thumbing over the indentations left by the chains.
Virgil grabs Logan's hand with his own trembling fingers, barely able to even keep his eyes open. "Good," he replies, sounding hoarse. "I always love the leftover marks."
Logan bites his bottom lip, unable to stop himself from smiling. "Good to know. I'll keep that in mind."
Remus's arms wrap around both of them, pulling the air from their lungs as they're squeezed and then thrown back towards the front of the bed, where they land against the pillows. "All this talk of lacerations and marks is going to get me hard again," he complains, clearly feeling left out. But he doesn't hesitate to hold Virgil tightly, clinging to him from behind like a parasite. Logan holds Virgil from the front, eyes fixed on Virgil's neck.
And Virgil lays between them, head still hot and spinning, and body still twitching with overstimulation as he struggles to come down from the orgasmic high he'd been riding.
If Logan ever wants to know anything else about choking, Virgil will happily volunteer. Though hopefully he won't be approached about it in public... and if that does happen to be the case, he can only hope whoever witnesses the humiliating ordeal sure to follow will be willing to join in just like Remus did. Virgil's realized that not only does he like being choked, but he also likes being sandwiched between two men, with two cocks inside of him, and hands around his throat and his shaft. And he's eager to see what'll happen if Logan ever finds out about that.
My second fic for @remus-write-fight !!!! The prompt this time was 'Tentacles or tentacle dick' from @vulgarvixxen so I got to have some fun with it haha. There is so much tentacle stuff with Remus out there so I decided to do somthing kinda different <33 I hope you guys enjoy reading!!!
Loceit (Logan x Janus)
Synopsis: Logan decides to invite Janus over for juice and cake so they can sit down and talk about their feelings - something the two of them are notoriously bad at.
Warnings: Fantasy AU, Fae Janus, Fairy Logan, Sensitive Wings, Aphrodisiacs, Sensitive Antennae, Bottom Janus, Dom Janus, Top Logan, Sub Logan, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, First Time Sex/Logan Loses His Virginity
Another entry for the @remus-write-fight event, this time for a fellow participant who wishes to stay anonymous! their prompt was "loceit friends to lovers - sweet and awkwards entering a relationship 🙈, if its possible have it as fantasy/janus as fae/can't outright lie."
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Logan pays extra attention to the finer details when setting the table.
He makes sure there's not a single wrinkle in the tablecloth. He makes sure the plates set atop the cloth are organized in a neat circle. He makes sure there's no shortage of cakes, cookies, biscuits, and jams, all to be selected and picked at steadily over the course of their brunch.
In reality, he's already checked over everything three separate times, but he has to keep himself busy in order to quell his growing nerves. He was waiting for Janus's arrival, and honestly he couldn't arrive soon enough!
Eleven o'clock, Logan had specifically requested, giving him ample time to sample some toast that morning to get his energy up, and then allot him a few hours to bake, clean, and set up. More than enough time, and still Logan feels like he's tripping over himself to make sure everything's perfect. He's never been good at creating a comforting atmosphere, just a composed one, and he's not sure everything being neat will produce the same effect as things being welcoming. And he needs to put Janus at ease with this brunch, to make the serious conversation he intends to have less daunting.
He's never been good with feelings, and despite living in a close-knit community, he's been more of a loner than an active participant. Some of his neighbours will bring flour and sugar by his house without needing to be asked, but very rarely is he invited to personal celebrations and parties.
Which is why meeting Janus was the best thing that ever happened to him.
Janus was visibly different to the rest of the fairies. His wings weren't thin or iridescent; they were thick and fuzzy. His antennae weren't black and made of chitin; they were cartilage protruding from his head. And the bulbs on the end of his antennae weren't standard, unremarkable clubs, as Janus's bulbs were little light fixtures.
He doesn't know when exactly Janus integrated into their community, just that he was remarkably dissimilar, and yet entirely familiar. He could fly. He could do basic magic. He was charming enough. And so nobody questioned his residence, even if they didn't exactly welcome him into their homes.
To some extent, that's why he and Logan clicked so much.
Fairies were a stereotypically spritely species, and neither Janus nor Logan had that amount of energy or interpersonal skills. But with each other, the expectations were lessened. They could just exist together. The amount of times Janus has shown up unannounced solely because he wanted to be in Logan's presence is too plentiful to count, and the amount of gifts Logan's grabbed on his way to Janus's abode has probably costed him more than a month's supply of berries and crystals!
And the affection was a completely different story!
There's an air of caution when expressing affection between fairies - they're delicate creatures, after all. While their thin wings do harden with age, any accidental roughness can tear the membrane, and those are basically impossible to patch up! Too many holes, and a fairy can no longer fly! The concern means that fairies are very surface level when it comes to affection typically - a light shoulder grab, or a brief embrace that's always careful not to touch the wings. It's like the entire species is haphephobic!
But Janus didn't come from that same sort of culture, meaning from the moment he was comfortable with Logan the fairy found himself touched in ways he never had been before! Firm hugs, a guiding hand on his back, and Janus falling asleep beside him when winter got too cold on his body (a surprise to Logan, as between the two of them he assumed Janus would have ways to keep himself warm! He's since learned Janus wings are an attempt to keep his body warm, as he doesn't produce body heat otherwise). Each hand Janus would set on his skin caused Logan to light up with electricity unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. But it also meant he was left questioning what relationship Janus thought they had for him to be so physical with Logan - something typically reserved for only close couples and throuples who had that established trust with each other.
That's what brunch was for.
Logan needed to know if he was wildly misinterpreting Janus's endearing advances as romantic when they were intended as being strictly platonic, or if Janus came from a culture where the actions he were committing were propositions intended on swaying Logan into a partnership.
Logan checks his dining room table a fourth time, twisting plates around until they look even nicer than before. In his fridge is juice, freshly squeezed from ripe lemons and mixed with enough sugar and ice to stay cold and sweet for days. His eyes repeatedly flick towards the clock, watching the minutes tick down. It's not unlike Janus to be exactly on time, compared to being early, but he's rarely ever late. Meaning the closer it gets to eleven, the more anxious Logan feels about the entire ordeal.
He's not good at communicating any feelings whatsoever, and now he has to make an attempt to talk to Janus about his?
Maybe I should put on some tea, Logan internally frets, wondering if juice is too juvenile to offer his friend. Janus seems to like sweet things, but would a more mature drink be more fitting for the down-to-earth conversation they intend to have?
He considers filling a kettle and setting it to boil on the stove, but before he can there's a polite knock on his door.
His head whips towards the clock, which reads 11:00am exactly. He's torn between grabbing the pitcher of juice from the refrigerator to set it out and going straight to the door, but eventually decides on letting Janus inside first and foremost. It'd be rude to make Janus wait, and Janus gets really prissy when he feels slighted. A lack of manners is the only thing that seems to cause Janus to lose his composure, and while it's silly from an outside standpoint, it's not very fun to be on the receiving end of his agitation.
He manages to get the door open before the clock ticks over to 11:01am, which has Janus smiling happily where he stands on the other side of Logan's doorframe.
He's dressed nearly head-to-toe to accommodate for the cooling fall air, as a breeze drifts through the village bringing forth signs that winter is coming soon. Even in the summer Janus dresses more conservatively, but now he's donned in a hat and thick gloves to keep as much of his skin shielded from the cool air as possible.
But Logan's house is toasty, and Janus is comfortable enough to take off his hat and peel away his gloves the moment he gets inside. These items end up neatly hung on Logan's coatrack, followed of course by Janus's actual coat, which is long and cloak-like. It also has no slits for Janus's wings, as his wings are too thick to fit through unmodified shirts, and actually modifying things like coats and jackets are tedious. So Logan can guess Janus walked here.
"Logan," Janus finally exclaims the moment he's finished brushing his clothes clean of nonexistent dirt, kicking his shoes off and leaving them right next to the door, so it'll be easy for him to slip back on before he heads out. His wings unfurl briefly just to stretch and flap, intimidating Logan with their size and pattern, even though he's seen it many times before. The colouring of the fuzz makes it look like Janus's wings possess eyes, scaring away any predators that dare to sneak up on him, but similarly making him look rather frightening when they're completely opened up. Even though Logan's used to the way they look, they don't become any less jarring. After his wings are properly soothed of their ache, they tuck back against Janus's back, and rest comfortably against his slender figure. "It's good to see you again."
"It's good to see you too," Logan politely responds, only to find Janus reaching for his hands and pulling Logan in for a short embrace. Their bodies press together, and the clubs of their antennae bump against one another, and then Janus releases him to then circle around the table.
"Did you make all of this for me?" he gasps, though the way he speaks is teasing, knowing full-well the preparations have been made for them to eat together. "Oh, Logan, you really shouldn't have."
And yet, when Logan turns around - after recovering from the full-body shiver Janus's affection caused him to experience - he finds Janus already neatly sat in one of the previous pulled-out seats (which were set a bit away from the table in expectation Janus could pick where he wanted to sit). The bulbs on Janus's antennae are glowing with anticipation, with their soft yellow light reflecting off of Logan's sparkling glass flatware. Though he's eyeing the different foods with visible hunger, he waits patiently with his hands folded in his lap for Logan to join him.
"There's... uhm," Logan starts, fumbling with his words. He feels weirdly out of control of this situation, even though Janus is letting him speak his mind as he pleases. He's never felt like he can't say anything around Janus, which is why he's a bit frustrated with his own jumbled articulation. So he doesn't finish his sentence, and instead just heads over to the fridge, grabbing the pitcher of lemonade and setting it on the table. It's then joined by two tall, clear glasses that Logan then fills with juice. He slides one Janus's way, and then brings the other to the empty plate on the opposite end of the table, where he intends to sit.
"Lemonade," Janus eventually finishes for Logan, not enjoying the idea of leaving a statement only partway spoken. "Is it freshly prepared?"
"Made last night," Logan answers. "I wanted to give it time to properly sit and marinate in the sugar. And I added the ice this morning, to make sure it was extra cold."
He added the ice way sooner than just this morning - only about half an hour ago, to make sure none would melt - but Janus surely didn't care about the specifics.
"You truly spoil me, Logan." Janus smiles sweetly, making Logan's stomach cramp as he scoots his chair in. He can feel their feet touch beneath the circular table, and the sole of Janus's foot swipes over Logan's ankle, caressing his leg mindlessly. "Though, you are being quite a tease, forcing me to stare at this food without allowing me to eat it."
"Oh!" Logan jumps, "please, dig in! You know you don't have to wait for me to give you permission."
Janus chuckles softly, and his translucent clubs glow brighter. "And you know that I do."
Logan does know that. He's unsure if it's a cultural thing or a magic thing, as Janus has never clarified, but he's never been able to start eating without Logan's permission when in Logan's home. And because they spend so much time together, Logan often doesn't start eating until he's received Janus's permission when over at the other's house (though typically Logan doesn't have to coax it out of Janus the same way Janus often has to remind Logan).
Even after being told he can eat, Janus still waits for Logan to serve himself a fresh biscuit and fruit muffin before reaching for anything, but he piles his plate high with sweets when he does.
But while Janus can immediately begin feasting, Logan has a much harder time convincing himself to chew and swallow.
He only gets one bite off of the muffin before feeling weirdly full and clammy, and so busies himself buttering his biscuit with loganberry jam instead, delaying the inevitable interrogating about why he's taking so long to finish his food.
"This is truly wonderful, Logan," Janus starts, licking his thumb and pointer. The cream and crumbs that are quickly sucked away resemble one of the fruity tarts Logan baked, and Janus quickly bites into a second. "Did you know strawberries were my favourite fruit, or are these strawberry tarts just a coincidence?"
"I knew," Logan admits truthfully. "I made them with you in mind."
"Trying to flatter me?" Janus taunts, keeping his tone light. Logan's wings flit anxiously behind him, and he has to unfurl and re-tuck them multiple times to get comfortable again. "If you want something, you can just ask for it, Logan. I needn't be bribed."
It's clear he's joking, but it puts Logan in an incredibly uncomfortable position. And he ends up setting his butter knife back against his plate, leaving his food otherwise untouched.
He clears his throat, and begins "actually, Janus, there is something I wanted to talk to you about," which dampens the mood significantly.
Janus's clubs are noticeably dim, even though he manages to keep his expression neutral. "Oh," he blurts, before covering up this slip with an airy chuckle. "Of course. You can talk to me about anything. Your secrets, your desires... even your fantasies, if you so please."
"What about... my feelings?"
Janus blinks, and then leans back in his chair. He opens his mouth, closes it, and then cautiously responds "well, I suppose you can talk to me about those as well. But if you need advice, surely there are other people around more qualified to give it than I. I'm famously bad at administering comfort, as I'm sure you've witnessed."
Logan has more than witnessed it; he's been on the receiving end of Janus's awkward comforting skills more than once. He's never asked for him to care, but the fact he tried was always appreciated.
But Logan doesn't so much need comfort in this situation as he does clarification.
"I'm not asking for sympathy," Logan prefaces, after taking in a deep breath. To soothe his growing anxiety, he decides to view this conversation objectively, even though that's the exact opposite of how he should be handling it. But it helps him verbalize the confusion he's been experiencing, and enunciate "I would just like to know if the... touches come from a strictly platonic place, or if you're wordlessly implying something every time you grab me one way or another."
He feels Janus's foot slip away from him beneath the table, and his antennae droop a bit at the lost affection.
"Do you want me to stop touching you?" Janus inquires, voice weirdly absent of his typically playful tone.
"I didn't say that," Logan instantly refines, "I just want to make sure I'm not misinterpreting signs that aren't there. I'm not good at picking up on... hidden cues or subtle hints. So I don't want to frustrate you if you've been trying to communicate your feelings to me and I haven't understood."
Janus stares at Logan, then reaches for his lemonade. He tugs at the collar of his turtleneck, pulling the thick, skin-tight fabric away from his throat as if it's choking him. Then he swallows down the entire glass of lemonade in just a few swigs, seeming revitalized by the sugar. As he wipes his mouth after, he asks "what do you think about when I touch you?"
The way Janus is looking at him lets Logan know he's being picked apart by Janus's perceptive eyes, and it makes him shift in his chair.
"I don't know exactly," he starts, followed by "at first I thought you were being... just affectionate. And I found it flustering because it was new. Fairies don't touch each other often."
"So I've learned," Janus snickers. "You light up like a bonfire whenever our arms graze."
"Right, yeah." Logan coughs, and then steadies himself. "But you clearly know it's not a common thing, and you keep doing it. So you clearly want to give me affection. And I'm just... confused... because..." He loses his train of thought as Janus cocks his head to the side. He knows Janus well enough to know that Janus finds his stuttering amusing, and to know his words are entertaining while he's trying to convey such a serious thing is...
Well, if it was anyone else, Logan would be upset.
But because it's Janus, Logan finds himself able to pause, and inhale deeply. He fills his lungs with the sweet-smelling air, and then lets out a long sigh as he relaxes completely in his chair. His posture slumps as he gets comfortable, before resting his elbows on the table. Janus's eye twitches as he sees it, but his clubs begin to glow once more as Logan expresses "I just want to know if I need to stop interpreting your petting as romantical when it's not intended to be. Does that make sense?"
"Somewhat."
"My apologies. I'm not good at this sort of thing either."
He lifts his head slowly, and then grabs his jellied biscuit. He bites into it, and it takes him a few minutes to chew. He keeps his eyes down on his plate.
He's said what he needed to... for the most part. Now he waits for Janus's response.
Except Janus never gives him one.
When Logan finishes his biscuit, he looks up to see Janus has gone back to eating like no words were previously exchanged between them. He's finished his second tart, and has buttered a muffin he's already picking apart. He catches Logan's eye right as he pops a blueberry into his mouth, and gives him a lopsided smile.
"What?" he says.
And so Logan straightens himself out. "I was expecting an answer."
"You didn't ask a question."
"I did."
"You didn't." Janus unfolds a napkin neatly piled in the center of the table, and dabs at his lips, clearly concealing a smile behind them. "You said 'I just want to know if I need to stop interpreting your petting as romantic when it's not intended to be.' That's a statement."
"Most people would understand that it's being spoken in a way that encourages an answer." Logan purses his lips. "Should I stop interpreting your affection as romantic?"
"Is there a problem with it being romantic?"
Logan's eyes go wide, and his wings pop out from behind his back without him intending to unfurl them. "Is that your intention?"
"Would it bother you if it was?"
Logan stands up suddenly, and turns awkwardly to try and press his thin wings back into position. They seem to fight him, staying stuck straight out until he forces them to fold neatly in and against his back. "I dislike it when you talk in circles," Logan huffs, as soon as he gathers his bearings. "It's very frustrating to follow, and counterintuitive to aiding me in obtaining the information I'm attempting to gather."
"I did warn you I wouldn't be good at having this conversation," Janus sighs in reply. When he grabs another treat - a cookie, this time - he eats it slowly.
"You'd be fine with this conversation if you could give me a simple yes or no answer."
"You're not asking a simple yes or no question."
Logan would beg to differ, but it doesn't matter what he tries to insist. And at first he thinks that's it. His attempt at clarifying things has resulted in a stalemate, where he gets no answer, and Janus gets to skip explaining his behavior. It was an unfortunate possibility; Janus has never been good at being vulnerable.
But Logan's not willing to drop this that easily. Not after he spent all morning meticulously sorting out food, beverages, and decor to create a nice atmosphere.
"Are you scared to give me a clear answer?" is the first thing he presses Janus on the moment he sits back down. The punctuated way he asks is startling enough that Janus briefly chokes on what he's eating, and he has to cough into a napkin to clear his throat out. His antennae flicker, the light blinking in surprise before dimming almost all the way.
"I'm scared of very few things," Janus nervously laughs the moment he's wiped away the crumbs on his lips. "May I have some more juice?"
Logan leans over the table to refill Janus's glass. "That's not what I asked," he says, after Janus is topped off. "Are you scared to tell me to stop interpreting your actions as romantic?"
"Why would I be scared of such a thing?"
Logan narrows his eyes, and studies Janus, causing Janus to squirm slightly. Janus's previous dissection of Logan has now been flipped around on him, as is their dynamic. "You could be scared of hurting my feelings," Logan proposes, after a moment. "It's never fun to tell someone they have the wrong idea about things, and I do hate being wrong."
"Your feelings aren't easily hurt, though," Janus counters. "So that can't possibly be it."
Logan hums, and taps his chin. Janus keeps eating, but is much more sparse with the bites he takes, and drinks much slower. There's an air of caution that surrounds him now, as if he's ready to defend himself from Logan's assumptions at a moment's notice.
"Does this imply you are scared, though? You speak like you have a reason in mind."
"There are a lot of things in my mind."
Logan sighs, and goes back to contemplating. He needs a good guess to knock Janus out of this coy state, and if he hits the nail on the head, he should be able to perceive the difference. But what answer would have him this vague? It's not like either of them have a lot of secrets they exchange, but even though Janus keeps a lot of his life private, he's always shared quite a bit of it with Logan. So for this to be withheld, it must be something big... and it might pertain to precisely what Logan wanted to have this conversation with him about.
And so his second guess is much more confident. "You could be scared of giving an answer at all, as both would have potentially negative implications," he says, growing more sure as he speaks. Janus stops chewing briefly, and then rushes to swallow the food in his mouth.
"Whatever do you mean by that?" he asks, but by the way he bites his inner cheek, it seems he understands perfectly.
Still, Logan explains "if you tell me to stop interpreting your actions as romantic, then that obviously means you don't want them to be construed that way, but the fact you haven't said that means there's a chance that's how you want me to view things." His cheeks heat up as he speaks, but he represses his fluster at this notion to further elaborate "and if you tell me to keep interpreting your actions as romantic, there's a chance you'll be forced to face rejection if that's not something I want to keep experiencing. I can't tell you to stop touching me romantically if you never clarify whether or not your affection is romantic, and if you never have to clarify then it can keep happening under the guise of 'platonic touch' instead of what you mean it as. Like you have some sort of 'fear of rejection.'"
Janus's silence fills the room, and Logan shrinks slightly.
"Or, you know, I can be completely wrong," he stammers. He wasn't lying earlier when he said he hates being wrong; to him there's nothing more embarrassing than confidently claiming one thing when the opposite is in fact true. "You're not easy to read.... So this is just my best guess based on your past actions, your current behavior, and your roundabout sentences."
He messes with his glasses frames, sliding his spectacles back up his nose to hide the nervous way his eyes flicker down, and then glance back up.
Janus's countenance is mostly uncomfortable, but otherwise unreadable.
He won't meet Logan's eyes, looking tense as he stares in the direction of Logan's sink. To fill the silence, he utters "um..." but nothing intelligible comes out for a good minute or so. And when Janus does speak, it's to ask "would you reject me? If I admitted that at a certain point my tendency to touch you came from a place of depraved craving compared to wholesome desire?"
"I... Uhm." Logan can't stop a smile from forming on his face. "I don't think I would. But, in this hypothetical scenario, I'd feel inclined to warn you I've never had a connection like that before, and as such don't know the formalities that come with that sort of relationship."
Janus clears his throat. "Well, in this hypothetical scenario, I'd have to tell you that I haven't either. Most of my past relationships have been strictly transactional."
"Is that the kind of relationship you'd want with me?" He swallows the spit in his mouth. "Hypothetically?"
Janus grins, and it puts Logan at ease. "If that was the relationship I wanted with you, I'd already be sucking you dry of your resources. And while I do take advantage of your kindness-" he takes a noisy bite of a cookie to emphasize his words, "-I don't intentionally steal anything irreplaceable, valuable, or magical from you. Some of the others in your village have not been so lucky."
"But you do want a relationship with me?"
Lifting up his glass of lemonade, Janus swirls the sweet drink around in the glass, ice clinking noisily against the sides. "I have a relationship with you."
Logan sighs and shakes his head. "A romantic relationship, Janus. You know what I meant."
Janus sucks down the rest of his juice, and then looks towards Logan expectantly. "May I be excused from the table?" he asks, as he's unable to leave their brunch himself since Logan sat back down to eat.
Logan nods, and stands, taking his crumb-riddled plate and Janus's empty flatware to the sink. Though he refills Janus's lemonade for him a final time, and listens as Janus drinks it down behind him as he quickly rinses off his dishes. Then Janus's drained glass is brought to Logan, who takes and fills it with water before letting it soak. As he dries his hands with a nearby hand towel, he feels Janus's feather-light touch against his wings.
It's one hand resting against his back, but it's not the firm hold Logan's used to. Janus seems more hesitant now, even if his face doesn't reflect such based on how he smiles.
"Is there a certain way I need to be asking in order to get a straight answer from you?" Logan questions, as Janus settles at his side. He's peering into the sink, debating on whether or not he wants to do Logan's dishes himself. He doesn't love doing chores, but occasionally he'll reward Logan's hospitality with completing some tedious tasks for him. If Logan weren't standing directly in front of the faucet, he's sure Janus would take over.
"You're never going to get a straight answer from me," Janus teasingly replies, before more nervously tacking on "and I'm not sure you want an answer whatsoever. It's easy to have conversations like this when things are strictly hypothetical, but things are never strictly hypothetical."
"Why can't things be serious then?"
"When have I ever been good at taking things seriously?" Janus smiles up at Logan as Logan turns to face him, and grabs hold of Logan's tie. He carefully straightens it out, getting awfully close to Logan in order to do so. Their antennae bump together, and Janus's clubs glow bright until he forces himself to take a step back, which causes his lights to dim yet again. "Things are good the way they are now, you know?"
Logan chews his inner cheek. "I suppose. But they're kind of confusing. And I don't really like being confused."
Janus stares off to the side, before letting out a deep exhale. "I know you don't. But I like spending time with you, Logan..." he says Logan's name slowly, savoring the way it rolls off his tongue. "And while I don't think you're quick to experience discomfort, that's still a risk you're forcing me to take by wanting to have this conversation."
"I think it's an important thing to discuss."
Again, Janus sighs, before nodding slowly. "Alright. Ask your question again."
"Do you want a romantic relationship with me?"
Janus instinctively goes to respond with a question of his own, but a narrowed look from Logan shuts him down. His hands raise, and then fall, and then his antennae droop nervously. Seeing Janus so uncomfortable when forced into a place of vulnerability almost has Logan feeling bad enough to just drop this entirely, but his curiosity is eating at him.
And there's a sense of relief he feels when Janus finally confesses "yes. I think I do."
Then, when Logan doesn't respond immediately, Janus quietly asks "is that okay? You have no obligation to return my feelings, of course, but I know this recontextualizes a lot of the..." he trails off, and then steps back, allotting Logan space to breathe. He has to give himself grace when it comes to sorting out his own nerves, which Logan can see wracking Janus's normally put-together form.
The assurance he needs comes with Logan letting out a sigh of his own, though his is clearly out of repose. "Of course that's okay," Logan affirms, first and foremost, before turning to the side with his knuckles pressed to his mouth. He's poorly trying to hide a childlike smile that the pink blush over his cheeks gives away regardless. His physicality does a lot more to soothe Janus than his words, as Logan's body language has melted from rigidity to... comfortability. Familiar comfortability, that puts Janus at ease, as Logan wouldn't be so relaxed if he were uncomfortable.
Logan then adds "that's partially why I was so intent on getting an answer, though. Because I think I want that with you as well, but I didn't want to broach the subject if that's not what you were intending with your caresses."
"That's exactly what my intention was," Janus affirms, with an awkward laugh. "To convey my... appreciation and admiration of you in the most appropriate way possible. Though I've dreamed of doing more; you're quite nice to pet. I just possess wonderful self control."
"'Doing more?'" Logan repeats, and watches Janus freeze.
"Did I say that?" Janus utters, his antennae glowing embarrassingly bright. "My apologies for being so... forward."
Logan swallows the spit in his mouth, and adjusts the collar of his shirt. He takes the time to smooth out his clothing just to keep his hands busy, and prevent them from fidgeting. "Don't apologize. I’m just curious as to what you mean when you say that. What other things have you thought of doing?”
Janus collapses back into one of the dining room chairs. “Are you trying to humiliate me on purpose, Logan? First you urge me to be honest about my feelings, and now you try and persuade me into telling you my deepest and most private impulses?”
“I was just wondering,” Logan stammers. “You’re not required to tell me anything… but I do highly encourage such.”
“Of course you would. It’s less embarrassing to be on the receiving end of my flattery. You should try being in my position for once.”
“Would you like me to? Earnestly?”
Janus blinks, and then leans back in his chair. “Yes. As a matter of fact, I would.”
Logan represses a snicker at Janus’s demands, and instead finds himself circling around Janus’s chair. A lot of his earlier nerves have melted away completely; he quite enjoys when things are very clear and honest, as it makes things easier to understand. And if Logan sharing his own more inappropriate wants will help Janus understand why this is something he yearns to learn of, then so be it!
“Well, I have always wanted to get a much closer look at your wings,” Logan states, resting his hands on the back of Janus’s chair. “I know I’ve seen them unfurled quite a few times, but there’s a stark difference between the sets we possess. Yours are fuzzy, mine are not. Do they shed?”
“In a sense,” Janus answers, as Logan’s fingers brush lightly over his folded wings, but never outright touch and grab. “They’re not covered in actual fur. They’re covered in scales so fine and thin, it looks like fur.”
“Is that why you have scales on your body?”
Janus brings a hand subconsciously to his smooth, scaly cheek. “I assume so,” he replies, “though the scales over my skin are much bigger.”
“I’m also curious to see what the rest of your body looks like without those conservative layers in the way. You’re definitely not a standard fairy.”
Logan realizes the choice of words he used can be interpreted sensually only after Janus leans his head back to smirk at him, wherein he rushes to clarify “I don’t have any ulterior motives; I’m just curious about how you appear. Your hands are black with chitin, but your antennae are the same colour as your skin. Your scales are a golden yellow, and that colour is speckled very sparsely across your knuckles.”
“I’m just extra protected,” Janus hums. He twists in his seat so he can push his hand against Logan’s, with his hard, cool fingers sliding neatly between Logan soft, fleshy digits.
"Is any other part of your body like that? Covered in chitin instead of skin?"
Janus's eyes sparkle with perverse excitement. "Do you want to find out?"
"I'd love to," Logan excitedly says, before shaking his head slightly and adding "but only after you tell me what you'd 'dreamed' about doing to me. We were supposed to be on mutual footing here, remember?"
"I'll do more than just tell you, Logan," Janus croons, standing swiftly. "As a matter of fact, I can give you a kinesthetic demonstration. If you'd permit me, that is."
Logan's hand is seized, and he's dragged out of the dining room and up into his bedroom, with Janus navigating easily through the halls even though he's moving backwards. Logan obediently lets himself be led throughout his house, and into his bed, where Janus seems a lot more confident now that he's in control of this situation.
He ends up laying back against Logan's comforter, with Logan awkwardly leaning over top of him. He's clearly unfamiliar with being in such a position, which gives Janus an advantage that he so desperately needed to regain his footing. It also allows them to scoot right past the more emotional aspects of their conversation and move towards the physical traits, which Janus cares about way more.
“I’ve thought about us in this position,” Janus confesses, his wings splayed out over the mattress. Logan’s hands are pressed into the fuzzy surface, splayed apart in a manner that’s both curious and nervous. Applying such pressure to fairy wings could easily tear right through them, but Janus doesn’t seem to have any complaints. “About you over me. You look quite pretty from this angle.”
Their antennae bump together, and this time Janus reaches up to grab their clubs, fondling them against each other. Logan goes bright red as the bulb on the end of his antennae is rather sensitive, and Janus’s seems to be as well based on the soft moan he lets out.
Janus’s club seems to have a squishy exterior surrounding the internal light, while Logan’s are hard, black chitin that match the rest of his antennae.
“Be careful,” Logan feels inclined to implore, even though it makes Janus snicker.
“I’m always careful,” he purrs in response, and uses his thumb and pointer to push their bulbs harder together. Logan’s wings buzz behind him, twitching with desperation as they threaten to fling open at a moment’s notice.
Logan's eyes droop closed, and he bites his bottom lip. He feels weirdly pathetic under Janus’s casual touches, even if they’re not “casual” whatsoever. Janus clearly figured this would be pleasurable, and while this definitely wasn’t the direction Logan imagined their conversation would go, he has no complaints.
"This feels like quite a leap," Logan stutters, falling over himself trying to get out a coherent sentence. He's very infrequently knocked unsteady, and Janus is quite good at flustering him to the point of stammering, even if he never understood the romantic intent behind such flattery and affection until now. "Most romantic partners tend to ease their way into... affection like this."
"Oh yeah?" Janus teases. "And what do they start with instead?"
"Kissing, traditionally."
Janus releases Logan's antenna, and then looks away. "I'm not so sure kissing would be the best way to ease you into things," he murmurs, setting his hand overtop his mouth to prevent Logan from making an impulsive decision.
"Why not? If you're worried that I'm disgusted by the idea of our saliva mixing together, I must assure you that idea only briefly makes me cringe."
“That’s not my concern,” Janus chuckles. “My spit has certain… properties to make subduing prey easier. My species tends to be mostly carnivorous, and it’s no fun fighting your food on an empty stomach.”
Logan blinks in surprise. “Are you telling me your saliva is a sedative?”
“Maybe. It definitely disorients prey. But that’s animals and insects. I have no idea if it’ll have different effects on you considering your magical properties.” The way Janus says such makes Logan think that he already knows it’ll have different effects, but Janus never confirms such. “So you needn’t kiss me if you don’t wish to.”
“Well I’m curious now.”
Janus snickers, and then fully laughs into his hand, which slips away from his mouth.
“It’ll be overwhelming,” Janus warns, a smile on his face. “Promise me you wish to experience a kiss from yours truly. Just so I know you really mean it.”
Logan’s slow leaning down for a kiss, and awkward as he gives one, but luckily Janus is more than willing to ease him into it. A soft, short peck on the lips quickly becomes Janus guiding Logan’s head to tilt ever so slightly and pushing their lips together so that Janus is kissing his bottom lip, and Logan is conversely kissing his top. Then, when their mouths open, their tongues push together cautiously - Logan's interest mixing with Janus's hesitance, leading to Logan guiding more of their movements than Janus is, even if he's still noticeably inexperienced.
After the muscles have slid considerably over each other, and both of them have more of the other's spit in their mouth than their own, Logan pulls away.
"Huh..." Logan hums, swallowing down the saliva building up in his cheeks and then licking his lips. "My tongue feels... tingly."
"Is it a bad feeling?" Janus probes, and seems relieved when Logan shakes his head.
"Hardly. Just a fascinating one."
He sits back on his knees, bringing his fingers to his lips, even though he never goes so far as to pry into his jaw and feel around for what's going on. "It feels almost like it's numb, but it's very much the opposite. It feels... hypersensitive almost." His digits trail over his chin, and then down his throat, landing on his stomach. "And internally I feel... hot. Like a sudden heat flash. And that warmth feels like it's growing."
Janus can't help biting his bottom lip in anticipation. "Do you want to guess what it is?" he asks, practically begging Logan to shoot his shot.
"I've already inferred it's a sedative," Logan refutes.
"Yes," Janus starts, but is quick to clarify, "on animals and insects. You're neither of those things."
"I'm technically both of those things."
Janus rolls his eyes, and pinches one of Logan's antennae, drawing a sudden cry from Logan's throat. His arms nearly give out, and he ends up half collapsed against Janus's chest. Janus rolls the club through his fingers, feeling Logan start to drool as the sensitive antenna is messed with like it's a toy.
"You're technically a fairy," Janus sassily insists, manhandling Logan's arousal by playing with him skillfully, leaving Logan in no position to lay any counterclaims at his feet, "and fairies aren't as responsive to simple sedatives. And it'd be no good for mating if any potential suitor passed out whenever my kind desired a kiss."
Janus's fingers fall away from Logan's twitching antenna, and wrap around Logan's neck as well, pulling him even closer as Logan's wings flit briefly behind him. "So- so," Logan stutters, a shiver running down his body at how easily Janus was able to knock him off balance, "what is it then?"
"Guess."
Logan lifts his head weakly from where it lays on Janus's chest. "Really? You're going to make me guess?"
"I'd like to hear your suspicion," Janus innocently claims. "Your mind is beautiful, Logan, and I quite enjoy whenever you grace me with your intelligence by forming wonderful hypotheses and running magnificent experiments. And I'd enjoy it if you guessed, even if you don't quite nail what it is on the first go."
As if Janus has left him in a position in which he's able to even think!
Still, Janus doesn't seem intent on revealing what properties his spit possesses until Logan's at least made some sort of guess, meaning Logan has to quickly cross off every symptom he thinks he's experiencing because of ingesting it. He knows it makes his mouth tingle, and he knows it's part of the reason his body feels so hot right now (the other reason being Janus's casual toying with his body). What causes warmth and tingling?
"Is it... some sort of inflammatory?"
Janus snorts, making Logan frown. "What?"
"An inflammatory..." Logan repeats, voice quieter, before attempting to sit up and lean back. Before he can though, Janus is tightening his hold on Logan, and pulling him back down. Logan's chin rests on his sternum as he huffs "it makes sense considering the symptoms. My body is buzzing and I feel hot; you very well could be lighting my organs ablaze with viruses and irritation."
"I would do no such thing to you," Janus defends, petting through Logan's hair. Logan shivers instinctively when Janus's thumb gets too close to the base of his black antennae, but Janus leaves them be for now. "There should be two other symptoms creeping up on you... but you might not realize those effects until you've kissed me a few more times."
He smiles smugly, but his smirk falters when Logan seems to take a moment to actually weigh the choices.
So Janus quickly tacks on "if you'd like to, that is. You can choose instead to just savor what you have until it fizzles out if that suits you better."
"I'd like to," Logan eventually decides, licking his lips again. "I was just waiting to see if I could try and decipher what other symptoms you were referring to before swallowing down more. I assume once the effects grow more intense I'll have a harder time focusing on one at a time, which could make future guesses difficult."
"You don't have to make any future guesses," Janus instantly quells him. "Kiss me again, and I'll tell you exactly what my spit will do to you."
With Janus's hands gently cradling his face, he's guided back into another kiss. This time, they move straight into tonguing each other, with the main goal being to transfer spit between their mouths, and the secondary goal being to make out. Luckily, both can be achieved at once, as they kiss for much longer this time. It's a combination of Janus keeping Logan close by guiding his hands down Logan's back, firmly pressing down on Logan's wings to keep his chest pressed against Janus's, and Logan seemingly trying to swallow down all of the spit possible even if he grows increasingly desperate while doing so.
And it's eventually Janus that has to turn his head to the side to break away.
"Logan," he chuckles, voice breathy, "you're kissing me like you've never kissed anyone before. So... needy."
His words are awfully affectionate, but Logan still goes dark red as he reveals "until we kissed a few minutes ago, I hadn't kissed anyone before. And it feels nice. Am I not supposed to enjoy it as much as I am?"
"You're allowed to enjoy it as much as you like," Janus coos. "I'm just... surprised. Are you a virgin?"
Logan's face turns an even darker shade of red, eyes wide as he breathes out "are you asking because this was going to escalate?"
Janus's smile reflects his amusement as he responds "Logan, my sweet dewdrop, I can feel your arousal pressing against my legs. Did you think I wouldn't notice such a flattering poke coming from your nether region?"
“I don’t know,” Logan immediately stumbles in reply, avoiding Janus’s eyes as he tries to clear his throat and steady himself. “I personally planned on ignoring it, and taking care of myself later. I didn’t know if your actions were just overtly romantic or if they were intentionally explicit, and considering you wouldn’t even tell me if you were attracted to me, I didn’t think I could easily gauge whether or not you were trying to arouse me.”
“I was,” Janus confesses quickly. “I was hoping to.”
“And were you hoping to… copulate?”
Janus pinches Logan’s cheek. “You asked me what I’ve thought of doing to you. The answer is this. I’ve wanted to do this with you for ages.”
Janus’s thigh shifts slightly, and Logan curses as the bulge in his jeans is rubbed against. His hips instinctively jerk forward, desperate to increase the friction. “Yes,” he then says, finally answering Janus’s earlier question. “I am a virgin. Are you?”
“No,” Janus admits. “But typically I’m the one on top. I’ve never laid beneath anyone before.”
“Do you want to switch positions?”
“No,” Janus immediately rejects, perhaps a bit too fast. The embarrassed look that flickers across his face is fleeting, but cute. “If this’ll be your first time with anyone, then I want to give you control.”
“But I don’t know how to do anything,” Logan immediately argues. He tugs at the front of his shirt, pulling it away from his chest as the heat inside him swells further, making him feel like he’s overheating despite not wearing anything particularly thick. “And while I’m sure I can learn, I don’t want to taint the experience by fumbling with… everything.”
“There’s no better way to learn than by fumbling with everything!” Janus immediately claims. “And it’ll be a learning experience for me as well. I’ve never been on the receiving end of things.”
“We’ll both technically be receiving stuff.”
Janus smiles, and then guides Logan into another kiss that Logan can’t help but melt into. When it only lasts a few seconds, he’s left whining, trying twice more to kiss Janus again and deepen it with his tongue, only for Janus to turn his head away - smiling wide all the while.
He sits up slowly, causing Logan to be seated in his lap, straddling his thighs. “We can’t keep kissing if we’re trying to have sex,” Janus points out when Logan manages to steal another peck to his lips.
Logan shifts where he sits, the front of his bulge kissing Janus’s, which is significantly bigger - something Logan’s more than curious about.
“I can’t help it,” Logan eventually says, fidgeting with his fingers. “You taste… really good. Really sweet. I hadn’t noticed it before.”
"But you notice it now."
Logan licks his lips, and then kisses Janus again, with Janus letting him this time. It doesn't start soft this time, with Logan more desperately pushing his tongue past Janus's teeth in order to taste him fully. The sweet saliva makes Logan's mouth burn, and as he swallows down a mouthful of it he feels his body react positively, with blood rushing right back to his head, producing this fuzzy, orgasmic feeling. And when Janus's hand rests endearingly against his cheek, it feels cool and relieving. Logan leans into the affection immediately, his antennae twitching happily as Janus's thumbs pet over his face.
"That's good," Janus purrs, watching Logan's eyes flutter shut at his affection. "That's the aphrodisiac finally becoming impossible to ignore. It was subtle before, but it won't be any longer."
"Aphrodisiac?" Logan repeats, utterly interested. "Your spit is an aphrodisiac?"
"It is, yes." Janus caresses Logan's jawline, and then rubs his hands down Logan's sides. Logan's wings flitter behind him at the touch, and when they unfurl to flap with excitement Janus can't help but bend forward to lightly trace those too. He presses his chest against Logan's, his fingers dancing along Logan's thin, iridescent wings. "It won't stay in your system forever, but it will tonight. And it'll help you relax and crave pleasure, of which I'll more than supply you with."
Logan blinks slowly, and moans as Janus messes with his wings. His touches may be careful, but that didn't make them any less intense. A mixture of Logan's general sensitivity, the aphrodisiac making him more receptive than normal, and the fact that wings were naturally quite tuned into any touches/feelings they experience means Logan's hips keep grinding down against Janus as he's played with.
"I want to kiss you again," Logan eventually declares, teased by the fact Janus's face is so close to his, but his chin is set atop Logan's shoulder, obscuring his lips from Logan.
This position is one where Janus can more easily watch what he's doing, as he doesn't want to hurt Logan with his naturally sharp nails, nor does he wish to tear Logan's delicate wings. Still, he can't help but trace the veins within them, admiring how Logan's wings sparkle brighter every time they twitch and catch the light in new, beautiful ways.
"Janus," Logan whines, startling himself with his own growing desperation. "Please?"
Janus considers it, and then shakes his head. "We mustn't get carried away," he defers, before guiding his hands to the edge of Logan's shirt instead. "We can't very well have sex with your clothes in the way."
Logan blinks like he forgot they were getting ready to have sex, and then coughs out of embarrassment as he replaces Janus's hands with his own, preparing to strip down himself. But Janus insists he wants to help, which leads to Logan tucking his wings through the slits in his shirt and then raising his arms above his head to allow Janus to pull it up and off. His pants are then unbuttoned as well, and he lifts his rear so Janus can hook his fingers in the waistband of his trousers and underwear.
He ends up naked in a matter of minutes, with Janus cautiously touching different parts of Logan's body once it's fully on display. His touches are noticeably gentle, which is a stark contrast to the almost possessive way he tends to hold Logan. "Are you hesitant?" Logan asks, as that's his only theory as to why Janus has changed all of a sudden, and to his surprise he gets a slight nod.
"This is intimate," Janus mumbles, staring at Logan's chest as he traces a finger down from Logan's cleavage to his navel. "And it's new to both of us."
"You said you weren't a virgin."
Janus smiles. "I'm not. But sex isn't always intimate, and it's not always something I care much about. Sometimes it's just to cure boredom. But right now it's to... I want to..."
He huffs and bites his bottom lip as he begins to jumble his words together, but Logan's more than patient with him.
"I like you, Logan," Janus eventually gets out. "You're one of my closest friends. One of very few people in general I enjoy being around. And now that we've gotten even closer, I need to savor every moment between us, as they're much better than the fantasies I'd had, and much more pleasant than anything I could have ever dreamed. It's one thing to think about how badly I wanted to set my hands on your waist and draw you closer, and it's another thing to finally do just that."
Taking in a deep breath, Logan sets his hands overtop Janus's, stilling them where they rest on Logan's love handles. "We're in no rush," he says. "I may be... struggling to swallow down my urge to kiss you, but I will wait as long as you need to actually proceed with intercourse. And all your admiration gives me the time to look over your wings."
Right! Janus's eyes go wide, and he looks over his shoulder at his fuzzy, moth-like wings. Logan did say he wanted to inspect them.
"Feel free to grab them if you wish," Janus urges. "They're quite flexible, and incredibly sturdy. Just don't pull or scratch."
"Really?"
Janus presses his face to Logan's collarbone, and places a kiss against his skin. "Of course."
Logan doesn't need to be told twice, as he immediately reaches for the edge of Janus's wings. They're quite large, and equally as thick, meaning Logan has to hold quite hard to guide the massive wing closer to him. But it does bend and fall easily, meaning Logan can easily feel over it with both hands, leading to him petting over the surface area.
Janus’s wings feel fuzzy, but now that he knows they’re tiny scales he’s a lot more attentive to what he touches. Janus’s wings twitch once or twice, but they always curl back towards Logan, as if they enjoy the affection he’s giving them.
“I’ve never actually had someone touch my wings before,” Janus gasps, when he feels Logan’s fingers dip lower, towards the area closer to his back.
“Is it unpleasant?” Logan questions, instinctively pulling his hand back. But Janus’s antennae are glowing bright, so much so that Logan has to squint to shield his eyes from their light due to his proximity to them. “I can try and put less pressure on them.”
“No, no,” Janus instantly splutters, “please don’t stop. If there’s anyone I’d trust to feel over them, it’d be you. And you let me touch your wings all the time, so it’s only fair.”
"I don't care if it's fair; I care if it hurts."
"It doesn't hurt." Janus kisses over one of Logan's breasts, with his saliva causing Logan's skin to tingle wherever he's pecked. "It actually feels quite nice. That's why it's so startling."
Logan flushes. "My wings feel nice when they're touched, too," he responds, making Janus snicker. In his attempt to share an anecdote to alleviate Janus's embarrassment, he just sounds so... adorable. Especially since Janus had already inferred such - why else would he keep touching such fragile items if not to bring Logan pleasure?
Janus's antennae bump over Logan's stomach as he sinks even lower, before he finally raises back up to catch Logan's lips.
Their kiss is brief, and Logan chases Janus's lips when he pulls back, but Janus stops him.
"I need to get undressed too, love," Janus lightly chastens, leaving Logan licking his lips needily in hopes of swiping off any leftover spittle to satiate him. "How else are you supposed to fuck me? Through my clothing?"
"I can't think straight," Logan huffs defensively. "I just want you to kiss me."
"I'll kiss you soon," Janus laughs, and hurries to get his own clothes off so he can tend to Logan's impatient addiction. Getting his upper layers off is easy, but shuffling out of his pants is a bit harder of a task, until eventually he's nude as well. And though Logan is delighted by the chance this means he’ll receive another kiss, he's equally as thrilled to see the rest of Janus's typically concealed figure.
"Your legs are chitin too!" he exclaims, sliding down Janus's thighs until he ends up on his firm shins. The black chitin that covers Janus's hands extends not only to Janus's elbows, but also goes from toe-to-knee! With some spillage onto his lower thigh!
"Is it to shield you from the cold?" Logan asks, rubbing his fingers over the surprisingly smooth areas of pure black.
"You'd think so," Janus utters, "but it's quite the opposite. The areas covered in chitin or scales are significantly more sensitive to temperature than my skin is. It's why I wear gloves."
He sets his hand against Logan's face, and though Logan leans into it and assumes Janus is using the affection to draw him closer, he actually pushes him away. Logan's warm body and flushed face feels good against his palm, but they can't get distracted!
"Do you have lube?" Janus asks, before Logan can ponder why Janus was pushing him backwards. Logan blinks at the question, and then nods, humiliation clear in his face.
"I do."
"Where?"
"Nightstand."
Janus tilts his head, and snorts. "That nightstand?"
Logan reaches past him and into the upper drawer of the nightstand, fishing out the small bottle of lube he said would be in there. It's clearly been used, but Janus doesn't question why it's been used. By the way Logan nearly drops the bottle a few times, and the fact he's already admitted he's a virgin, Janus knows Logan's at least had a lot of practice... experiencing pleasure himself!
"That should be more than enough to prep me," Janus then says, to help get the attention off of Logan's apparent hobbies. "Which you can help me do, if you'd like. It just needs done, since I've never taken anything in me before."
"Of course. How... How do I go about prepping you?"
"It's very easy." Janus stretches his arms high above his head, getting comfortable against the soft pillows beneath him. His legs spread open, and stretch to be on either side of Logan, meaning Logan's now sitting between them instead of atop them. "You'll wet your fingers with the lube, and then slide them inside me. Start with just a few of them - two, ideally - and you'll scissor them apart like this."
Janus holds up his pointer and middle finger, and makes a V-shaped repeatedly.
"You may also pump them in and out and curl them as you please. Then, when you feel I've loosened enough, add a third finger. You can add all five if you think I need it, but we might only need three."
Logan holds up his own fingers, mimicking Janus, and then suddenly looks past them, staring straight at Janus's genitals.
"Oh..." he breathes, actually looking at Janus's nether region for the first time. He'd been so drawn to the fact Janus's feet and knees mirrored his hands that he'd neglected to pay attention to the most interesting part of Janus's body. "You... You have a hemipenis."
Janus chuckles. "I do! I was wondering how long it'd take you to notice."
"Is that some sort of mutation?"
Logan's hand hovers over one of the erect shafts, and with Janus's guidance finally bends down fully to touch it. "It's not a mutation," Janus explains, breath hitching as Logan's fingers curl curiously over his length, and then stretch to try and hold both in his hand. "It's the anatomy of my kind."
"How fascinating," Logan mumbles. "I'm so curious as to what plights your species faced in order to develop such a deviation from the norm. You wouldn't happen to know, would you?"
"Unfortunately not."
"I can't believe you don't wish to top right now," Logan then laughs. "You have twice the amount of shafts!"
"Amount isn't everything," Janus chastises, voice playful. "Your cock is cute enough to get the job done. Just looking at it is already delighting me." And that's the truth!
Logan goes pink at the statement, but gives Janus a final few strokes before rescinding his touch, and slicking that hand up with lube just like Janus instructed him to. As Logan's lubricated fingers dip towards Janus's awaiting hole, Janus says "since I've never been on this end of things, I request you go slow," sitting up a bit on his elbows as he watches the pads of Logan's fingers circle his entrance. "I don't think you have any malicious intent, but any sort of rip or tear down there can be quite inconvenient, and it's not something I particularly wish to deal with."
"Of course I'll go slow," Logan's quick to agree. "I probably would have in the first place so I could pay close attention to the way you felt inside, while also studying your reactions to make sure I wasn’t causing any discomfort.”
Logan receives a reassuring smile in response that he lingers on for too long, half-tempted to bend down before getting started just to snag another kiss, but is thankfully distracted by Janus lightly closing his legs around Logan’s waist. Even the feeling of his knees against Logan’s body feel cool and relieving, which Logan’s aphrodisiac-riddled body craves as the heat swelling inside of him only builds in intensity. So much so that his own cock is already leaking between his legs despite the minimal stimulation it’s received.
Logan doesn’t tease, and instead the moment he feels it’s safe to do so he slips his fingers inside Janus’s holes, unsurprised by the instinctive resistance that comes in the form of Janus clenching around his fingers before they’re even halfway in!
“Janus,” Logan goes to correct him, but he sees Janus has slung an arm over his face, his smile shaky.
“I know,” Janus stutters out hastily. “It’s just… new. Give me a few seconds.”
Logan does, keeping his fingers still for ten seconds before deciding to try and help. Similar to how Janus toyed with his antennae, Logan’s inclined to do the same, using his free hand to gently cradle one of the glowing bulbs hanging from Janus’s head. The antenna twitches at Logan’s feather-light touch, and Janus’s wings instinctively curl slightly, wrapping around Logan to keep him close.
But as Logan predicted, the pleasure that comes with thumbing over the antenna is enough to relax Janus somewhat, and Logan’s able to get his fingers in deeper as a result.
“Smart boy,” Janus pants from beneath him, making Logan’s hips jerk forward at the praise.
Logan’s careful as he divides his attention between the soft club he’s fondling and fingering Janus open, as both things require a delicate hand. Unlike Logan’s firmer clubs, Janus’s are slightly larger bulbs made of a thin film-like material that feels as though they can be easily punctured by any sharp object, revealing whatever light-producing sac is within them. This means Logan is constantly aware of how much pressure he’s applying, as he doesn’t want to injure Janus in any way. Furthermore, Logan needs to make sure he’s actually stretching Janus open in preparation for his cock, meaning he's constantly calculating how easily Janus spreads with each scissor of his fingers. There is a noticeable difference with how loose he's becoming, but Logan wants to maximize the result before adding another digit or two.
He develops a rhythm, swiping his finger along Janus's bulb with each push of his fingers deeper into Janus's hole, and then a swift break from rubbing the bulb in every retreat. His fingers curl slightly within Janus, pushing the pads of his fingers up against the inner walls.
When Janus leans up suddenly, Logan's startled, but while he releases Janus's club, his fingers instinctively push deeper inside of Janus, making Janus groan as he tangles a hand in Logan's hair. And before Logan can ask what Janus is doing, he finds himself being kissed, satisfying his desire to taste Janus again as Janus's sweet spit slides over his tongue and is gluttonously gulped down. His eyes roll back into his head as he feels Janus's fangs scrape against his bottom lip as their kissing becomes messy and careless, with Logan's ring finger pushing into Janus's hole in the midst of this affection.
Janus clenches around his fingers briefly, but he's quickly quelled into relaxing again as Logan goes back to petting Janus's wings, mindlessly rubbing over the fuzz-like scales as his brain is preoccupied with kissing.
When Logan pulls back, thick globs of spit connect their lips together, and break apart only after Logan sits back on his knees. His nails lightly caress Janus's wings as he leans backwards, only for him to then pull his fingers out of Janus after a few seconds of inspection.
"You feel loose," Logan comments, antennae twitching as he blinks and his eyes stay closed a little longer than they should. "Is it okay if I push inside?"
"Yes," Janus breathes, his heels digging into Logan's back to keep him from pulling back any further. "Please."
The lube is uncapped again, and the rest of the small bottle is squeezed out onto Logan's shaft, with Logan rubbing in the lubricant until his entire cock glistens with slick. Then, he carefully positions the tip of his cock against Janus's hole.
When he pushes in, he goes slow, attentive to the noises Janus makes while also keeping his eyes focused on his length as it disappears inside Janus. Whether he's checking for tearing or blood doesn't matter; it's cute that he's checking at all. And luckily his entrance is easy, as they end up with their hips pushed together after just a minute or so.
Then, Logan softly asks “am I good to start moving?”
Janus laughs breathily, dragging his ankle up Logan’s side. Logan’s wings flitter beneath the hold his legs have on Logan’s waist, but they’re not struggling to get free. They’re just twitching at the foreign touch.
“Yes, Logan,” Janus purrs, eyes trained on Logan’s flushed face. “Please don’t keep me waiting. I’ll have to start begging if you tease me any longer.”
“I’m not doing it on purpose,” Logan whispers as he pulls out halfway, before pushing back in slowly. It’s a weird feeling, but not too dissimilar to thrusting into his own, wet fist. It’s just that Janus is a lot warmer, a lot squishier, and occasionally he’ll clench down around Logan’s cock in a way that both makes him moan and makes it harder to move.
All while his body is afflicted with intense, burning heat, causing this to feel so good.
His hard, neglected cock finally receives the friction it’s been desperate for, and the pleasure he feels as a result is orgasmic.
His hands slide from Janus’s body down to his waist, and then down further to his wings, with Logan eventually collapsing atop Janus just to push their bodies together.
“So affectionate,” Logan hears Janus jest, but Janus’s arms quickly wrap around him to hold him close so it’s clear he’s not too upset. “Do you think you could speed up for me, Logan? Move your hips a little faster? It’ll feel better for both of us if you do.”
“Yes,” Logan affirms immediately, panting against Janus’s neck. And he moves to do just that.
With his forearms laying against Janus’s wings, Logan works on adjusting the speed of his thrusts to suit Janus’s needs. He’s quite inexperienced so it’s a bit awkward at first, but he manages to get a good angle that doesn’t put him at risk of slipping out. But Janus is patient with him, and takes the time to touch what’s within his reach during this period of time.
Logan’s antennae have gotten plenty of attention from him thus far, so Janus focuses on Logan’s wings instead. Their thin, delicate forms react with soft buzzing when he caresses them, and Logan’s back arches as Janus carefully drags his nail along a vein.
“Janus,” he gasps, goosebumps arising over his skin.
“I’m being careful,” Janus soothes him, “I’m always careful. I’d never hurt you, Logan; I… adore you.”
The way he says adore is… odd. Like he wants to say something else instead. But his embarrassed expression reveals he’s not quite ready to be that vulnerable yet, and so Logan doesn’t push. He instead hides his face in Janus's neck, allowing Janus to keep caressing his wings, even if it's an overwhelming feeling. It's always been intense and somewhat ticklish, but with the aphrodisiac running through his system it's an incredibly pleasurable feeling. And with how firm Janus is - despite being cautious as well - it only feels that much more extreme!
But Janus doesn't let Logan's face stay hidden for long, as eventually he's urging Logan to sit up slightly so Janus can see his face.
"Don't hide from me, sweet thing," Janus coaxes, and Logan lifts his head even though it's a heavy task. His eyes are cloudy and gleam with oversensitive tears, and his glasses are askew on his face. "I quite enjoy looking at you, and it'd be so torturous for you to deprive me of such a reward."
Keeping his head up is taxing, but Logan does it for Janus, only to realize he had ulterior motives as he takes one of Logan's antennae in his hand. It's stroked in a familiar way, but only briefly, as Janus is more focused on guiding the club to his mouth, where he kisses over it sensually.
Logan's moan is loud and immediate, a tremor running through his body.
Janus's saliva makes his antenna feel extra sensitive as his spit coats the chitin bulb. His kissing is messy and enveloping, leading to him taking it completely past his lips, sucking around it slowly and causing Logan's body to jolt with pleasure. It's also disorienting, as Logan's antennae receive quite a bit of sensory input, meaning Logan's senses are assaulted by Janus's mouth and tongue.
He can feel Janus's spit as it drenches the club, and to some extent he can even taste it. His antennae twitch to try and stabilize his balance, but with how it's being toyed with Logan feels a pleasurable sense of vertigo afflict his form.
It's hard to keep his thrusts on a consistent rhythm with how Janus is distracting him, but he still tries, even if it means he's sloppy as a result.
Janus's two cocks are pressed against his squishy stomach, being rubbed into the pudge as their bodies press together. He can feel Janus leaking against him, as the pre smears over his skin and is rubbed into his flesh. And he knows he's probably leaking plenty into Janus's hole, which tightens around Logan suddenly at the same time Janus's head pushes back into the pillows with a loud moan.
The vibrations sent up Logan's antenna are dizzying, but he's forced to focus when Janus's claws press into Logan's arms and he desperately pleads "right there! Keep- keep thrusting at that angle, Logan, you're doing so good."
Logan's head falls back too, with his antenna being pulled from Janus's mouth with a wet pop. "Did I hit your p-prostate?" he stutters, holding tight to Janus's hips.
"You did," Janus confesses, panting hard, before crying out through gritted teeth as Logan nails that spot a second time. "It feels so good, Logan; you're doing such a good job."
The praise is intoxicating, and Janus's hands no longer being able to sit still on his body means different parts are met with Janus's skilled touch. His nipples are briefly thumbed over, his sides are caressed, and his stomach is pet. The cool touch is so relieving as it runs over Logan's burning hot body, making him feel as though he's going to collapse any second now, but being unable to fully let himself due to the expectations placed on him. Janus wants to feel good, and Logan wants to make him feel good, and he has to stay in this position to do it. Even if his arms shake and he wants to just bury his cock deep in Janus and never pull it out again.
And these thoughts and desires filling Logan's head are... embarrassing!
How perverse it is to be thinking of his good friend this way? And how flustering it is to be reminded they both mutually want and agreed to be more.
It's still a new change, and it'll take a bit for Logan to get fully comfortable with the altered boundaries that shift when entering a romantic relationship versus a strictly platonic one, and remembering that they're quite literally having sex is something that causes Logan to blush every time he thinks about how earlier today he was fighting Janus to even get him to admit he had a crush on Logan.
Not that his red face can be completely credited to his thoughts, as it's also a visual of how much work he's putting into making sure the sex is good.
"You smell so good," Janus comments, in between soft moans as Logan continues to hit his prostate. His thumb swipes over Logan's forehead, rubbing beneath the antennae and gathering up the sweat that's begun to form. "You smell so sweet."
Logan would beg to differ, but Janus seems to enjoy the perspiration dripping from Logan's figure. And Janus breathes in deep to truly internalize all of the different variables that come together to amplify their intercourse. The sight of Logan's face, the feeling of their bodies together, the smell of sweat and sex as it fills the room. And of course the taste of Logan's lips when they inevitably kiss again, with Logan's eyes fluttering shut. He's fucking into Janus faster now, going harder with each push and hitting Janus's prostate on every entrance. Janus moans into Logan's mouth, and Logan moans back, complimenting the other's noises with a sensual sound of their own.
"You taste sweet," Logan mumbles between kisses, his body burning with need. Warmth floods his senses, swelling in his abdomen. He knows his orgasm is fast approaching, but he has manners! And so he fits his hand between his body and Janus's, curling his fingers around Janus's cocks and stroking slowly. He can't close his hand around the two shafts, but he does occasionally squeeze, pumping them up and down. Janus reacts positively to the touch, gasping briefly before holding Logan tighter and moaning.
"Keep going," Janus urges, staying vocal so Logan knows how good of a job he's doing, "you're making me feel so good. I'm getting close, Logan; you're wonderful."
Logan's wings buzz noisily at the praise as it delights him greatly. He loves being good, and knowing that he's doing good, and getting the confirmation that Janus is enjoying himself just as much as Logan is.
"I'm close too," Logan stammers, feeling embarrassed as he admits it but being quickly rewarded by Janus kissing him again. Into Janus's mouth Logan splutters "I'm so close. I need to come. I need you to come."
Janus licks into his mouth, and then pulls away so he can bury his face in Logan's neck instead. Logan hears him breathe in deep, but doesn't comment on it, instead crying softly a slew of pleas. Janus doesn't acknowledge those in turn, instead just cooing "you're doing so well, Logan. You sound so beautiful. You feel so amazing," filling Logan's head with affirmation after affirmation, making him dizzy with praise.
His body is hot, his mind is fuzzy, and he feels good. He feels amazing. He feels orgasmic.
When Janus finally comes, Logan's so caught off guard he thinks it's himself at first, and almost goes to apologize before he realizes Janus's body is convulsing with the intense shocks of his orgasm. His hips are jerking upwards into Logan's stomach, and a cry is pouring from his throat. The bulbs at the end of his antennae are so bright that Logan has to hide his face in Janus's shoulder so as to not hurt his eyes. And Janus clings to him desperately, needing to keep Logan as close as Logan's already staying.
And then Logan's fully sobbing against Janus, pleading “please, I need to come,” as Janus clenching hard around him works to try and milk his orgasm out of him.
And when Janus finally catches his breath, he coos “come in me, Logan,” which has Logan immediately doing just that.
Within a few short thrusts Logan’s coming, his orgasm intense enough to cause tears to spill down his face. His breathing is shallow and irregular, needy in his polite pants of “thank you,” and a choice few curse words that are unsavory and flustering. Janus enjoys Logan's noises, and feels him ride out his orgasm in Janus's tight hole, before he finally pulls out.
Janus has obviously come inside people before, but it happening to him is a different, ecstatic experience.
He foolishly believes all of the sensations inside of him will disappear when Logan's cock slides out, but his semen obviously stays (aside from the bit that dribbles down his ass). It's weird being full of something, even weirder when that thing isn't solid. His fingers push into his abdomen, rubbing against his own wet mess while trying to feel Logan's come inside of him from the inside, even though it's not quite enough to cause any sort of bulging.
Logan lays atop him, deciding to catch his breath before finally sitting up despite his urge to roll to the side. The only reason he doesn't is because Janus's wings are still unfurled, and Logan wouldn't want to hurt them.
Luckily, Janus seems to read his mind, and he lifts his back off the mattress so that Janus can tuck them back beneath him, giving Logan the space to lay beside him.
"Should I do anything to clean you up?" he asks, both considering Janus's wants at the moment and the expected etiquette relating to after-sex care. "We could shower... Or we can bathe, if you don't wish to stand. Or you can do it; I don't have to be there if that's inappropriate."
Janus snorts, and flips onto his other side so that he's facing Logan instead of being spooned by him. "We just had sex, and you think showering together is inappropriate?"
"It could be," Logan huffs, "I don't know what aftercare you do and don't enjoy."
"Well, lucky for you, bathing together sounds quite nice." Janus pets over Logan's wings, and Logan instinctively shivers, the aphrodisiac still running through his system. "But you should drink some water, first. And eat something. It'll help negate the effects of the aphrodisiac, and since you'll be in the kitchen anyway you could bring me another glass of lemonade..."
Logan smiles wide, and then has to hide a laugh with the back of his hand as he pulls away from Janus and sits up, preparing to complete what Janus suggested he do.
But before he slides out of bed, he nervously fidgets with his hands. Janus watches him closely as Logan swallows the spit in his mouth, wipes the sweat from his brow, and then finally turns to prompt "Janus?"
Janus waits a few seconds before responding, propping himself up slightly on his elbow. "Yes?"
"Can I kiss you? Normally?" The words come out awkward, but it makes Janus smile. "Normally in the sense that... It’ll be without the expectation that I get a mouthful of spit when our mouths join together.”
"Of course, Logan," Janus answers with a soft laugh. His cheeks feel warm at the request, and how earnestly Logan makes it. "You needn't ask me for a kiss ever. I'd be the luckiest man alive if you simply took them from me whenever you so desired."
Logan smiles, and then bends down, pressing a light kiss to Janus's lips. Despite the fact they'd been messily making out, this soft exchange of affection is a reminder that neither of them have ever practiced exchanging affection so... romantic and intimate before. But it's nice, and Logan slides off the bed still smiling even if he tries to hide it from Janus's adoring eyes.
“I’ll get you your juice,” Logan says, and then he goes, with the expectation he’ll be back in just a few, short minutes. And Janus eagerly awaits his return, his body overwhelmed by glee, and his antennae glowing brighter and brighter by the second.
Logan delights in just how easy it had been to break Janus down. A quick shove, a couple of stern words, and the serpentine side was essentially putty in his hands, listening to his every command. It really hadn’t been hard at all, Logan almost wishes he’d timed it to keep a record. He hadn’t expected it to fill him with so much pride.
Or, Janus was pretty much certain that he’s the dominant one in bed. Logan proves him wrong.
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my first fic written for @remus-write-fight !! for an anonymous prompt! janus who thinks he can be dominant and is immediately proven wrong lmao. reblogs are appreciated :)
Roman is being hunted through a (not so) mysterious old castle. Who knows how this story could end?
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Pairing: Anarociet
Word Count: 4,311
kinks: Biting, bloodplay kinda, vampires in general, possessiveness, stalking, predator/prey, anal
Warnings:
It begins as a cnc scene but quickly devolves into being very clearly enjoyed by all parties (aka roman can't stay in character)
Notes:
AUGHH I'm so excited to be doing this event (@remus-write-fight )!!!! And very very excited to be writing this prompt because I fucking love vampires this was so so fun to write fjdsklfjdslk
The prompt was "VAMPIRES ARE SO AUGGH. Vampire feeding session, maybe Roman being fed from" from @ravenslemonarc which is a sentiment I wholeheartedly agree with. I made this anaroceit because I cannot be normal for even two seconds. I love you (and anyone else who readsd this)
I'm not putting the whole fic here on tumblr, go read it on ao3 and check the tags.
Logince (Logan x Roman)
Synopsis: Roman has a new mirror, and wants to show it off. Logan thinks the location of said mirror is… impractical, and so needs a little convincing.
Warnings: Lingerie, Overstimulation, Sex, Dacryphilia, Mirror Sex, Frottage, Scratching, Biting, Hickeys
My entry for the @remus-write-fight event, for the lovely @mentalmeyers, who requested some Logince mirror sex <3
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Logan's left momentarily blind as Roman kisses him hard, keeping his hands on Logan's hips and walking him backwards. Normally Logan would complain about such an endeavor - he'd been accidentally bumped into a wall more than once - but the way Roman's groping at him does more than enough to keep him distracted. He barely pulls away for air, and he keeps their bodies close, even if he has to bend down uncomfortably to allow their lips to fit together.
"Roman," Logan tries to question during a brief second where Roman's kissing trails further down his chin. He plans on asking where Roman is leading him - though he does have a few guesses - but is being swiftly kissed again before he can get the words out.
Roman mumbles something against his mouth, and his fingers hook themselves in the belt loops on Logan's pants, securing his grip on Logan to better guide him.
He never escalates past the point of lips rubbing together, though his tongue does swipe against Logan's mouth once or twice. It just doesn't intrude yet, building towards an inevitability Logan's left anticipating. It's not that Roman was predictable per se, just that he enjoyed a well-placed crescendo, always escalating towards a fun surprise or twist that'll be sure to leave Logan spiraling.
"Roman," Logan attempts again, as Roman's arms hook under Logan's rear. He's bending down now, but intentionally, as he quickly picks Logan up. His arms are situated against Logan's knees, leaving Logan lifted and leaning awkwardly over Roman's face. His glasses slide halfway down the bridge of his nose due to the gravity.
His hands land on Roman's shoulders, as Roman cranes his neck to meet Logan's eyes.
"Sorry," Roman coos, even though he's not sorry in the slightest. "We're going to my room."
Logan nods slowly, and then says "I figured we were," looking over his shoulder at the stretch of doors they walk past on the way to Roman's room. They'd passed Logan’s own a few minutes ago, so he assumed that if they were going anywhere, it'd be to Roman's bedroom.
"I have a surprise," Roman quickly continues, catching Logan's attention. When he sees he has Logan's focus, he admits "it's less of a surprise, and more just... something I did, but I think you'll enjoy it."
Raising an eyebrow, Logan hums in consideration, already curious as to what it could be. Roman was constantly making changes to everything - his room, his appearance, his interests; what he thought was pretty or interesting frequently shifted, and he was shifting alongside it, meaning Logan truly has no idea what to expect when they finally reach Roman's bedroom door.
Logan is set back on his feet as Roman shimmies in front of him, careful to open the door just a crack at first. He watches Roman's head tilt back, staring at something high, and so Logan knows whatever he did must have an effect on the ceiling. But he can't get a good look from behind Roman, and is so forced to patiently wait for Roman to shake off the excited buzz clearly afflicting him.
He turns back to Logan, bouncing on his feet. "Are you ready?" he inquires, already romantically seizing Logan's hand and kissing the back of it dramatically.
Nodding quietly, Logan watches Roman throw open his door, and lets himself be dragged inside.
He tilts his head up immediately, only to be stunned by what he sees on the ceiling.
Mounted directly above Roman's large, plush bed is a rectangular mirror framed in thick golden bars that travel out in curling, flowering tendrils over the rest of his ceiling. The woven gold is interlaced with small sparkles that seem to glow, casting warm light onto the scenery below.
Logan’s wide eyes openly ogle at the mirror for a minute, before clearing his throat, and cautiously asking “is having a mirror above your bed safe?”
“It will be since I mounted it,” Roman answers.
“It hardly seems practical. You’re not going to be modeling outfits while laying flat on your back.” He glances to the side, where Roman’s full-body mirror is still propped up to his wall, waiting to be used. Logan motions towards it. “It seems a bit pointless to have more than one in a room anyway.”
“Logan, my sweet, my dear, the absolute light of my life…” Roman begins, "there's at least six other mirrors in this room right now, including my compact mirror, my handheld, the second floor-length mirror I keep tucked under my bed in case I ever need to drag it out to make a point, my-"
"Okay. You own a lot of mirrors already. That still doesn't exactly necessitate another being constructed, especially in such an... unhelpful place."
Logan steps closer to the bed, leaning over the edge only to then lift his gaze towards the reflective surface. It seems like the mirror was the same size of the bed, and perfectly fitted to directly match its length and width. Clearly displayed in the mirror are Roman's plentiful pillows, his thick comforter, and Logan's own figure. "What's going to happen when you wake up bleary and catch sight of a moving form in your mirror?" Then before Roman can answer, Logan's turning to deadpan at him and stating "you're going to scream and think you're being hunted by demons, ghouls, or some other nonsensical monster, and wake up the rest of the house."
Roman huffs, and walks up behind him. "That's not true in the slightest. If anything, I'll be utterly smitten with the gorgeous creature my eyes lay upon when I first wake, and then I’ll feel elated when I wake up fully and realize ‘oh, that was just me!’”
His arms slowly wrap around Logan's waist, which he holds tightly. He looks up at himself as well, and winks at his own pretty face in the mirror.
"Or... you know, I'll realize 'oh, that's me and my dear, sweet, wonderful, amazing, intelligent-'"
"You needn't smother me in flattery, Roman. I'm not rejecting this decor, just expressing my confusion regarding its functionality, its placement, its... everything."
Roman's countenance lights up in a way that lets Logan know he's walked right into a demonstration, as Roman easily lifts him by the waist and tosses him onto the bed. "If it's confusion you're experiencing, then let me generously enlighten you," he sings, crawling over Logan quickly.
They end up with Roman's arms either side of Logan's waist, with Logan flat on his back against the blankets. In this position, he's able to comfortably stare up at the mirror, which reflects all of the affectionate actions Roman proceeds to take. It's like he's watching things take place in third person, or like he's having some sort of out of body experience. It shouldn't affect him any differently than an actual mirror, but he doesn't exactly look at most mirrors while laying down in bed with Roman between his legs.
He's unsure whether to prop himself up on his elbows or stay flat - torn between watching Roman, or selfishly choosing to watch himself.
Luckily, Roman makes the choice for him.
"Pay attention to all the pretty expressions you make," Roman encourages, as his thumbs delicately roll up Logan's polo. "You may not consider yourself an expressive person, but the creases in your eyebrows and the blushes on your face beg to differ."
Logan's attention shifts from the back of Roman's head where it's positioned over his stomach up to his own face, just like Roman urged him to. He sees his own furrowed eyebrows, revealing the instinctual doubt he has regarding Roman's new decor. But as his expression softens, he witnesses that too, and it's interesting enough that he ends up relaxing easily as Roman kisses over his stomach.
But once Roman's head dips further, Logan gets to watch his cheeks erupt in a bright pink flush as Roman's lips press against his crotch.
His affection is brief, and Roman's lifting his head knowingly after dedicating just a touch of attention to Logan's bulge. "See?" Roman chirps, getting a good look at Logan's rosy face himself by turning to meet Logan's eyes in the mirror. It's more fun than just looking at him normally, and Logan doesn't correct him by lifting his head. "Wouldn't you agree that you look so cute?"
"Objectively, I suppose."
Roman huffs and pinches the side of Logan's thigh teasingly, making Logan squirm.
"Well I think you're adorable. And you get a much better look at that handsome man between your legs this way, don't you?" Roman sits up fully, and stretches his arms up. As his chest puffs forward, his head falls back, and he grins as he looks at himself. The fact that his entire body is reflected is a delight to himself, but he's not blind to the way Logan's irises flicker across the mirror's length, specifically drifting over Roman's chiseled jaw, perky chest, and nice ass (of which Logan gets a much better look at when Roman bends back over).
Roman doesn't stay settled between Logan's legs for long, as he quickly begins pulling Logan's clothes from his body. He's careful with the fabric, and Logan's helpful when it comes to raising his arms and spreading his legs, which means soon enough Logan's left in just his boxers as Roman's hands land on his own body.
"Want to help strip me down?" Roman purrs, and Logan nods, setting his hands atop Roman's and then pushing them away.
He sits up on his knees as he peels away Roman's sash, undoes his shirt, and then unbuckles his pants. He gets everything undone before beginning to peel them back, but ends up stopping the moment Roman's shirt is opened.
Underneath, instead of Roman's bare chest, Logan sees lacy red lingerie. It's thin and hardly fits Roman's large pecs, with a triangle shape that hugs the underside of his breasts. There's a tight band around Roman's waist, sitting atop his hips decoratively, though if there's more it's all tucked under Roman's pants.
Roman's areolas are just barely covered by the very top of the lacy bra, but his nipples poke through the pretty fabric anyway, meaning Logan's easily able to push his thumbs against the hard buds and rub until Roman's moaning and guiding Logan's hands lower.
"I'm not just wearing a bra," Roman huffs, trying to stop Logan from getting distracted at just his top half. "It's a full look."
"It's not a 'full' anything," Logan counters, but he already got the hint there was more than what he could visibly see. So, with Roman's help, he gets Roman's pants down and tossed to the side, revealing the rest of his planned outfit.
More red lace struggles to contain Roman's cock, which is tucked awkwardly against the front of the panties. When Roman inevitably gets hard, the lingerie will no doubt need to be pulled to the side, lest they risk snapping it in half.
The decorative waistband is more than just a strip of elastic, and instead has two flowing pieces of fabric that start at a bow in the center and drift over Roman's hips. The flowy mesh is still short, and barely covers any of Roman's ass, but it's just to look pretty - not attempting to be conservative in any regard. It also seems to have more use than Logan initially figured, as attached to the band are garter straps used to hold up a tight pair of socks that end mid-thigh. They're far too small for Roman's thick legs, and as such cause the fat of his thighs to bulge and spill out over the sock's edge. But if this causes Roman any discomfort, it's not mentioned, as Roman seems to be more comfortable just in the lingerie than he was in his typical princely attire.
"Gorgeous, aren't I?" Roman coaxes, spreading his thighs apart. "I figured I'd get all dolled up so you had something to appreciate while looking at the mirror. While I'll get to enjoy the way your face contorts and twists, you'll get to admire how wonderful your flush skin looks pressed against my body, and how good my cock looks moving in and out of you."
His voice drops into a whisper as he leans closer to Logan's face, their lips close together.
"I can appreciate the way you look normally," Logan quietly argues, eyes traveling up from Roman's knees all the way up to his knowing smirk. "Perhaps not to the extent you're implying, but..."
"Exactly! Not even close to the extent this mirror will allow you to." Roman sighs dreamily. "I don't even know what position we should start in; there are so many that would give us both a good view..."
Logan stays quiet, letting Roman debate over a few options, before suddenly their positions are being flipped.
Roman ends up on his back, head propped against the pillows, with Logan between his legs. "Come here," Roman urges Logan, outstretched arms beckoning Logan close. Logan obeys, grinding his clothed cock over Roman's as he ends up positioned in his lap. Roman looks at him for just a few seconds, before staring up at himself in the mirror, and smiling wider at what he sees. When Logan follows his gaze, he can't help but flush darker. He obviously knows what he must look like straddling Roman's hips, but seeing it is a vastly different experience.
"You should take off those pesky boxers," Roman suggests, already pulling down the waistband. "I can't very well make love to you with briefs in the way."
"I can't do that while sitting on you."
Roman whines dramatically, and so Logan sighs and lifts his hips, slowly and awkwardly getting his boxers off even if it's a lot more tedious in his current position. Still, Roman seems to appreciate the show, and soon enough he ends up completely naked.
Then Roman lifts him again, and turns him the other direction, so that Logan is now facing away from him.
Before Logan can complain, he's being handed a bottle of lube, and his spine is being gently traced.
"Won't you be a dear and lube me up?" Roman asks, already assuming Logan will do it. A quick glance over his shoulder lets him know Roman will be watching the entire ordeal reflected in the mirror above them, which gives him an excellent look at his own cock barely constrained by the panties - and will let him watch as Logan slicks up his shaft with the lubricant.
So, Logan undoes the cap and pours a hefty amount into his palm, before setting the bottle aside. Roman's thin panties are pushed to the right, and his half-hard cock springs out eagerly, with Roman letting out an anticipatory moan as he watches Logan's hands near his length in the mirror above.
Logan tilts his hand to the side right before just grabbing the base of Roman's cock, lube splattering over the shaft seconds before it's rubbed in slowly. Logan doesn't find the action of lubing Roman's cock strictly sensual, but he does have a hard time not considering the plentiful noises his calm actions elicit from Roman to be lewd.
Roman's not doing it on purpose; he simply feels good, and lets himself express such, but it still has Logan swallowing the spit in his mouth as he imagines Roman's half-lidded eyes watching him stroke his cock through the mirror. He's starting to see the appeal.
Despite not typically using both hands - as there's barely a reason to - Logan does this time. He curls his other hand around Roman's cock, and lets his fingers gently press into the flesh until Roman's moaning, and his hips are bucking up.
He kneads the base of Roman's cock while his other hand slides up and down, slathering lube starting at the tip and then dragging downwards, until his shaft is completely wet. He keeps going for a few more seconds, enjoying the sounds Roman makes, before finally coming to a stop. His hands are wiped against the sheets, but he doesn't turn back around. Instead, he looks up.
"There," he says, speaking towards Roman, though it's almost like he's talking at the mirror. He watches Roman smile wide.
"Thank you, Logan," he replies, settling his hands on Logan's hips. "Now, to just..."
He trails off, tongue peeking out the edge of his lips as his brows furrow in focus. Logan's neck strains as he watches Roman through the mirror with curiosity and confusion. Roman's hips raise, lifting Logan with him, and his toes curl against the bed like he's standing on his tip toes, but his shoulders and head are still against the pillows.
It's a strenuous position, but one Roman's more than equipped to handle thanks to his glistening muscles.
The position is odd at first, especially as Logan's guided to hover over Roman's cock, but after the tip is pressed against his hole he's being roughly pulled down, and then properly hugged and yanked backward quickly.
He ends up with Roman's cock stuffed completely in him, and his back flush against Roman's cushioned chest. The lace softly scratches into his skin, and Roman's head turns so he can press a kiss to Logan's hair.
"It's not the most comfortable position, but it gives me the best look at both our bodies," Roman confesses into Logan's ear. Being bent upward while still laying back would eventually cause incredible joint pain - especially in his bent soles - but it was a sacrifice he was willing to make in order to look pretty. "And this way I can see both of our faces at once. Look at how pretty we look side-by-side!"
Logan does look, and he stares wide-eyed.
Both of their faces are flush, but his is noticeably redder. Roman's gorgeous smile is big and proud, and Logan's hair sticks to the sweat that's started to form on Roman's chin and neck. He looks lower, too, and really focuses on the differences in their bodies. How his softer, squishier form lays against Roman's muscular torso, and how far his thighs are spread apart across Roman's own. And of course, he studies the way Roman's cock is buried deep inside of him, focusing on how the base of Roman's cock is barely visible, and how his balls are partially held by the panties, and partially free of the lacy red fabric.
"I bet that's something you've never paid attention to until now," Roman muses, fingers pressing firmly into Logan's love handles. His face is shyer now, as if noticing how easily Logan takes his cock and how snugly it fits inside is something he hasn't exactly stared at before either. "It's attractive though, isn't it?"
"Very," Logan breathes in response. His shaky hand adjusts his glasses, and then he's grabbing Roman's upper arms for support. Every time he feels like he's about to slide down and off of Roman's shaft, Roman shifts, and with the hold he has on Logan's hip uses his grip to push Logan back up and conversely push him back down fully on his cock. There's something overtly taboo about actually watching his hole stretch around Roman's length, and watching lube squelch around his hole with each light thrust. "More than I expected, admittedly."
"Am I convincing you that this mirror was a wonderful idea?"
And hesitant to confess that Logan's sexual feelings might be overpowering the incredulous logic of fastening a mirror to the ceiling, Logan just offhandedly answers "you might be," not quite yet worn down to the point of fully agreeing.
But Roman was definitely working to get him there.
Logan gets to both see and feel as Roman kisses his head, which he's mainly doing to stall as he figures out the best angle possible for properly thrusting. With his hips already held up, there isn't much he can do in terms of moving, and so guiding Logan up and down like a fleshlight seems to be the best option. With that in mind, he moves his hold up to Logan's waist instead of his hips, hoping to get a better grip on him, and then steadily begins to guide him up and down.
Blood rushes to Logan's face as he watches Roman's cock slide out of him until just the tip is left within his hole, before he's slowly guided back down the shaft, and he gets to watch it disappear all over again.
A quick glance up to their faces reveals Roman's countenance is just as red as his own. He doesn't even realize Logan's looking at him at first due to how intensely his gaze is fixed on the sex they're having. It takes Logan reaching up and grabbing Roman's chin to startle him into paying attention, which leads to him letting out a shuddering breath as he gets a good look at the two of them.
"Oh my stars..." Roman gasps, half-lidded eyes flickering between himself and Logan, as if he can't decide who between them he should focus on. "We're truly a marvelous pair, aren't we?"
He presses his lips to Logan's earlobe, and then gets Logan settled all the way back on the base of his cock.
"Look at yourself, Logan," he murmurs, manicured nails sinking hard into Logan's skin, no doubt leaving indents where they're planted. "Aren't you so, so pretty?"
Logan sharply inhales, before moaning softly, and replying "how am I supposed to look at myself when you're right next to me?"
Roman chuckles. "Touché. But as marvelous as I am, you're no slouch! I mean, look at the sparkling sweat that's begun to form on your brow, or how red your lips have gotten."
Logan's entire face was truthfully red, both due to his fluster and due to their position. Roman was similarly rosy-cheeked, as being angled at a slant meant more blood was rushing up to their head than it was cycling properly through their bodies. They'd likely be dizzier if they weren't imaginary, but that doesn't mean there isn't a noticeable amount of brain fog settling over their senses.
And so Logan follows Roman's instructions, having to fight to tear his eyes away from Roman in order to meet his own instead.
His glasses are askew on his face - something Roman purposefully seemed to withhold telling him so that he could see how disheveled he was himself - and his face does drip with perspiration. His blush extends far down his face, and over his chest, making his enjoyment embarrassingly apparent.
His attention also flickers to his cock, which is obviously fully erect and slapping against his soft stomach with every jostle.
But why in the world would he stare at himself when Roman's right beside him?
He's laying atop Roman, but not fully; he's on about half of him, with one of Roman's arms mainly being used to cradle and keep him still. This leaves half of Roman's body on display, which really pops thanks to the beautiful red lingerie he's in. He clearly wanted to look good and give Logan something to look at, and so Logan does.
He uses the mirror to guide his hand as he bends it down to thumb at the waist strap, and twirls his finger along the flowing garment attached to it. Roman smiles and blushes at the action, before prompting "do you think I look pretty, Logan? I dressed up just for you. Well... also for me; I like looking sexy, but mostly for you."
"You always look nice," Logan answers, sounding breathy. It's impossible to keep his voice steady as he's slowly thrusted into repeatedly. "I really like the texture."
"I figured you would. I tried to wear something soft enough to be comfortable, but still rough enough you'd feel it against your back." He rubs his chin against Logan's head, nuzzling against him affectionately. Something too coarse would make Logan uncomfortable, but certain kinds of satin or velvet feel unpleasant. It's a delicate balance between the two that makes it enjoyable to rub against, and Logan does quite enjoy feeling Roman's lingerie slide against his back and hips. "I can't wait to flip you over when we're done and see all the marks left."
His hands slide lower, landing on Logan's hips. He pulls Logan down on his cock again, moving faster now.
His thighs are shaking intensely, his body beginning to struggle supporting his own and Logan's weight. But he doesn't falter, and instead just speeds up.
"Touch your cock for me, Logan," Roman murmurs in his ear, urging Logan to please himself. "Get off to how good we look together."
Logan debates which hand to remove from Roman's body, but eventually lands on sliding away the one gripping Roman's arm, trusting Roman will keep him supported even as he's being moved up and down. With this, he's able to keep messing with Roman's lingerie, paying careful attention to it as he rubs his fingers over the fabric to appreciate the materials it's made with, which seems to please Roman (who definitely spent an hour or two crafting something that'd fit his own standards and Logan's textural specifications).
He's slow stroking his cock at first, doing it more so because he was told to compared to actually working to reach his orgasm. The way Roman's cock was sliding in and out of him was enjoyable enough already, and Logan was rather enjoying the calmer rhythm as it allowed him the chance to inspect every detail possible in the mirror above him.
When he clenches around Roman's shaft, he notices that his toes curl slightly - something he's never noticed before. Furthermore, at the sudden tightness around him, Roman bites his bottom lip, unintentionally suppressing a moan he lets freely slip seconds later, filling Logan's ear with the beautiful sound of him enjoying himself.
"Turn your head to the side," Roman pleads, moving Logan even faster now. With how tight he's holding Logan's hips, it feels like they might bruise. "I need to kiss you. Please, Logan."
Logan does just that.
His fingers squeeze firmly around the base of his length as Roman lifts his head off the pillows in order to properly meet Logan's lips. There's strain in the noises he's making, but no complaints come from him, as he kisses Logan over and over.
They stay locked together, with Roman actually slipping his tongue past Logan's teeth in a practiced - albeit messy - make out, leaving both of them gasping in the few seconds they're pulled away, until they're kissing again.
Roman opens an eye first, looking up towards the ceiling while still tonguing Logan, leaving his body jolting suddenly with pleasure at the attractive sight he sees. This causes him to shove Logan down hard on his cock, unintentionally thrusting directly against Logan's prostate, and as such causing Logan to break away with a loud cry drawn from the sudden electricity that shoots up from the bundle of nerves and spreads through his entire body. His eyes snap open too and dart directly towards the mirror, where he takes in how lewd they both look.
Spit connects their lips together, and both of their faces display expressions of sheer orgasmic enjoyment.
He observes how Roman's knuckles are white from how hard he's holding Logan, and he sees how leaky his cock is, as pre steadily pours from the slit, slicking up his shaft with each pump of his fist.
"God," Roman exhales, high-pitched voice revealing both his strain and his ecstasy. He's shaking more intensely now, his bent feet pushing hard against the bed. His lifted hips waver more often now, which just provides more pleasure than what's intended. He purposefully starts aiming for Logan's prostate now that he's hit it once, even if doing so is difficult considering their position. He's unable to exactly thrust against it, and so hopes he can keep a consistent grip on Logan to proficiently pull him down in a way that'll bring him the most pleasure. And he does a pretty good job.
Each fall of Logan's hips against the base of Roman's cock has him moaning loudly, fighting the urge to squeeze his eyes shut so he can instead stare at himself in the mirror above.
"You're so tight around me," Roman whispers into Logan's ear, kissing where he can before his head falls back against the pillows out of exhaustion. He holds Logan tighter to keep him up, making Logan instinctively jerk at the pleasurable pain pressing into his hips. "You feel so good, and you sound so pretty, and I'm getting the best look at your perfect face."
True to his word, Logan can see Roman's half-lidded eyes are focused on appreciating Logan's face, which is twisted in pure pleasure.
It's almost... embarrassing seeing himself so ruined and emotional.
He spots tears behind his glasses that he barely felt welling up, and he hadn't noticed his parted lips have allowed drool to spill down the corner, dripping down the side of his flushed cheeks and leaving him looking overtly sensual.
But he looks back towards Roman's cock in the end, attracted to the consistency of it moving out of him so fast. Pushing into his hole, sliding out to the tip, and back in again. Roman's skilled enough that he never becomes too reckless and slips out completely, but manages to be rough despite that, crafting an experience that suits Roman's desire for constant closeness and intimacy and Logan's enjoyment of patterns and predictably.
Roman knows wholeheartedly he can squeeze Logan as tight as he wants, kiss him as plentifully as he pleases, and guide him at whatever pace he wishes to set. And Logan has the assurance that the textures rubbing against him will be enjoyable; that Roman will set an orgasmic - but persistent - rhythm, and that each expectant thrust will cause waves upon waves of pleasure to course through his body.
He doesn't even realize how fast he's stroking himself until he sees his brisk pace in the mirror. And when he does, it just urges him to go faster.
Roman's whimpering against him, all of his noises flooding Logan's ears and soaking into his brain. And with the mirror above them, Logan's able to observe the way Roman's face shifts from ecstasy to desperation, signifying his close orgasm. This is further exemplified by the light scratches he leaves on Logan's hips, unintentionally using his manicured nails to cut bright red lines that rival the colour of his own lingerie.
Fortunately, Logan’s quite close too, meaning Roman doesn’t have to chivalrously struggle to bite back his orgasm on Logan’s behalf.
His cock is wet with his own pre, and his face is wet with tears and sweat. Roman’s staring at him needily, drinking in the sight of Logan’s pleasured form and his constant twitching, all while pleasuring his prostate. He lets out noises of his own with each jolt that comes from Logan as his prostate is hammered, brought right to the edge by Logan’s constant clenching and sounds.
And then Logan’s coming.
It’s a fight to keep his eyes open as he comes, but he’s sure Roman would complain if he didn’t. Still, one screws shut instinctively, and he lets out a soft cry as the other watches intently the way his body spasms as his orgasm overwhelms him quickly.
Tears roll properly down his face now out of a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment as he watches his semen spurt over his stomach and torso, decorating his skin with white streaks.
Roman moans as he watches Logan convulse as well, and seconds later is spilling himself, whining into Logan's ear as he pulls Logan all the way down on his cock, and wraps his arms around Logan's waist to squeeze him firmly as he pumps his load inside of him. Roman's name comes tumbling out of Logan's mouth as he feels Roman empty himself inside, arching forward best he can while being held by Roman, until eventually they're both collapsing against the bed as Roman's legs finally give out on them.
Both of them get the wind briefly knocked out of them as Roman lands hard against the comforter, and Logan lands a lot more softly against Roman's squishy chest. Roman's cock is still nestled in Logan, which is something neither of them seem eager to change, until Roman's suddenly tracing one of his fingers up the length of Logan's body.
"You look so pretty covered in your own mess," he murmurs, still admiring the way he looks. "Honestly, I'm kind of jealous."
Logan blinks. "You want to be covered in my mess?"
Roman's nose scrunches up with playful disgust. "Not yours, and not me. I want you to be beautifully dressed in my mess."
He says it like it's the most affectionate thing in the world, and for a second Logan's convinced that it is. But then he's going dark red in the face, and coughing into his hand as he replies "well it's a little too late for that. You've shot your load inside of me, in case you've forgotten."
Roman shivers, and then slowly begins to pull out of Logan by lifting Logan off of him steadily. Logan moans as he stares up at the display in the mirror, watching Roman's semen gush out of him as his cock pops out, and rushes to cover his mouth to muffle the whimper of disappointment that instinctively tries to slip past his lips out of disappointment of being so quickly emptied.
But it doesn't stay that way for long.
Faster than Logan can comprehend it, he ends up with his back pushed against the sweaty sheets where Roman was once laying, and Roman leaning over him, his muscular, thigh-high clad legs straddling Logan's thighs.
"You'll look so pretty covered in my come," Roman starts, sliding his hands over Logan's thighs. Even as he sits up on his knees, he trembles, as his body hasn't recovered from his earlier strain. He speaks like he's trying to persuade Logan to do something, but his actions reveal his intentions, as he slides their cocks together quickly. He rubs his own mess against Logan's; their shafts grind together in one brief swipe, before Roman's sitting up on his knees, depriving Logan of friction altogether. Logan's cock twitches at the overstimulating feeling of direct contact, and he shivers as it's quickly revoked. "And I'll try to stay sitting up so I'm not blocking your view... aside from bending down once or twice to leave a few hickeys. It was impossible to bite you before, but now I yearn to, Logan. Please, please," he implores, holding his hands behind his back.
His chest arches forward, putting most of his body on display as if enticing Logan to agree. This serves dual purpose though, as Roman can tilt his head back simultaneously and watch the effect his figure has on Logan.
Logan's flustered eyes dart over the lingerie, clearly becoming more convinced by the second, until he's slowly nodding his head.
"Okay," Logan eventually says, eyes focused shamelessly on Roman's breasts, and how the lingerie bra looks like it might snap at any given moment.
Roman lowers back down to sit on Logan's thighs, pushing their cocks together yet again.
Now that Logan has easy access to Roman's face, there should be less reason for him to look up, but he finds it easy for his gaze to settle upward because of the fact that's where his eyes are naturally positioned when he relaxes against the mattress.
It also gives him an easier look at his and Roman's cocks as they slide together, as Roman stays leaning far enough back to permit Logan to watch them as they frot. His head stays lowered for now, too focused on making sure their shafts stay pressed against each other to look anywhere else for the time being. But that's fine; it gives Logan the chance to scan over Roman's body without being distracted by his flushed face or seductive eyes.
The overstimulation sets in for both of them quickly as their spent cocks are worked back up to full hardness. They're both wet and used, and slide together with sensual ease. Logan doesn't have to do any work, as Roman rocks back and forth atop him, relying solely on the movement of his hips to please their cocks.
He's very visibly biting back the urge to fall forward, as he doesn't want to obscure Logan's view. Every time he even leans slightly, he quickly straightens himself back up, whimpering out a soft apology.
But Logan quickly realizes he wants Roman close.
And so, he sits up just enough to grab Roman's upper arms and pull him down.
Roman's muscular body lands atop his hard, knocking the wind from him in the best of ways as he feels Roman's squishy pecs and lacy lingerie rub against his front.
"But Logan," Roman whines, "you can't see yourself this way."
"I can see my face," Logan counters, voice soft in Roman's ear. "And you said you wanted to bite."
Roman moans, and then buries his face in Logan’s neck to do just that.
As his teeth scrape over Logan’s skin, Logan gets to admire Roman’s backside. He gets to see how the panties ride up his ass, barely covering his cheeks at all as they swallow up the thin fabric. He also gets to see Roman’s covered toes, wiggling with excitement in his thigh-high stockings.
Logan wraps his arms around Roman's waist, holding him tighter than he means too as he moans at the sudden pressure. Roman laying atop him felt nice, not to mention the added friction it provided to their cocks. Roman would have a hard time properly grabbing and stroking them now, so he had to rely on being humped against instead, but that was perfectly okay. It was incredibly pleasurable, and getting a top-down view of it reflected in the ceiling mirror was enough to leave Logan breathless.
He could no longer see their cocks sliding together obviously, but he does get to watch Roman's body shift back and forth as they frot.
He never knew such a simple, repetitive action could be so perverse, but it is.
He can feel Roman mouthing at the side of his neck, kissing over him until he finds the best place to bite down. Until then, Roman merely softly nips at him instead, moaning after every soft bite as if the idea of marking Logan up is the most attractive thing in the world.
A shuddering groan spills from Logan as he digs his nails hard into Roman’s back as Roman begins to grind down harder.
Scratches form along Roman's skin as Logan's nails drag down from his shoulder blades to his waist, unintentionally creating bright red lines out of his own ecstatic pleasure. He notices them in the mirror immediately, and his hips jerk forward at how quickly the marks begin to glow red. Roman hisses at the stinging pain, but moans shortly after, his own hands knotting into the sheets either side of Logan's head.
Then, Roman bites down.
The cry Logan lets out is loud, and the face he makes is orgasmic at the surge of pleasure that rushes through him as a result.
"I can't wait for you to see yourself when I'm done with you," Roman breathes, as he sucks another mark into Logan's neck, just above the first. He kisses each hickey after he leaves it, excited by the prospect of turning Logan's neck a mixture of blue and purple. "I'm going to pull away, and it's going to be like a surprise reveal!"
The same could be said about Roman's back; sure he can feel Logan scratching it up, but feeling and seeing are two separate things, as they've so pleasurably established.
Roman pulls back briefly after littering one side of Logan's throat with bites, and immediately gasps.
"Oh, Logan," he starts, sounding more than aroused, "you're so... so..."
His hand lifts to Logan's cheek, and he thumbs away one of his tears, shyly looking away after he does. He doesn't speak for a moment, struggling to compose his thoughts, before he splutters "have you ever noticed how pretty you are when you cry?"
It's something Roman's whispered to Logan in intimate moments before, always cooing that Logan crying is so enticing. So exciting. So beautiful.
But it's not like there's ever been a mirror around for Logan to quickly process himself; by the time they'd get to the bathroom he'd always be somewhat regulated.
So, Logan looks away from Roman's moving, muscular body, and back towards his own face.
Compared to the last time he saw his reflection, he's gotten significantly more disheveled, which he didn't think was possible. He hears Roman moan happily at the fact Logan's looking, and Roman's hand on his jaw gently guides his head back and forth, letting Logan see how wet his cheeks are with tears he hadn't even realized were spilling to such a dramatic degree. He gets to see his spit-covered chin, and the fact his hair is wet with sweat. His face grows redder the longer he stares at himself, which delights Roman greatly.
He shifts his attention to the other side of Logan's neck after he gets the satisfaction of knowing Logan finds himself just as attractive as Roman finds him, and begins leaving marks there.
Logan's nails press into his back with every bite, scratching lines into him sometimes and nearly puncturing his skin during others.
Roman's breath hitches at each painful action, but his hips never slow, and his own affection never deters. Even after he's marked Logan's neck up to the point there's barely any flesh-toned skin left, he just turns his attention to Logan's collarbone. He has to bend a bit uncomfortably to reach it due to his large size, but it's worth it to hear Logan's oversensitive cries.
They're both shaking, their bodies trembling against each other as they get closer and closer much faster than their first round.
Logan gets a glance at his neck when Roman's head dips lower, and his body reacts without thinking, surging with pleasure at the sheer amount of hickeys - all of which seem to ache at once after he notices them.
“Roman,” Logan pleads, as their cocks rub feverishly against each other. The constant frotting has Logan’s vision spotting, going white with pleasure. He feels overwhelmed, compressed, good, dizzy, and a bunch of other feelings that are impossible to dissect.
And he can't seem to look away from himself.
He just looks so... pathetic.
Roman would say he's pretty - Roman had been repeating that Logan was gorgeous - but Logan's an absolute mess. Red and wet and messy.
"Fuck," Roman whines as Logan's nails cut down his back yet again, more lines adding to the plethora present. His head twitches and lifts, but he bites back the urge to turn and look at himself, wanting to save it until the end. So instead, he just sucks another mark into Logan's collarbone before moaning out "I'm close, Logan. I want to finish on you. I want to cover you in my mess, and I want you to see just how pretty you look glazed with my come."
Logan's hips jerk up again at Roman's words, his cock sliding harder against Roman's. Any pre they've leaked has been smeared back into the other's shaft, becoming an unidentifiable part of the fluids between them.
"Please, Roman," Logan implores, his voice coming out unsteady and desperate. He's close too, but strives to finish when Roman does, as he knows Roman will like that, even if it's a struggle because of how badly Logan wants to see what Roman's done to his body. How purple will his neck be? How drenched will his stomach be? If his hair and face are ruined, then everything else most definitely is as well.
Roman kisses Logan quickly, pressing his lips against Logan's hard. Logan kisses him back, gripping Roman tight as Roman's frotting quickens, and losing himself in the affection he's being shown.
His vision is bleary as his body is covered by Roman's, only being able to see half his face in the mirror due to the angle he's being kissed, but not being able to tear his eyes away regardless. He watches Roman's body slide up and down, shaking, and then stuttering, until Roman's suddenly going still with a moan as he comes quickly.
Logan swallows up the whimpers Roman lets out as his torso is splattered with Roman's come, with his own orgasm crashing over him mere seconds later, contributing to the mess made between them. Semen is smeared over both their stomachs, dampening Roman's thin lingerie and dirtying both their bodies. Logan clings tight to Roman as pleasure overtakes him, cutting through Roman's skin with his nails until his entire back is red with scratches.
They continue to frot for a few seconds more as they ride out their pleasure, before Roman finally rolls away.
He lands on his back beside Logan, though quickly hisses with pain and flips over anyway, alleviating the burning on his back as he cranes his neck to stare up in his mirror.
Coincidentally, Logan's gaze is fixed upwards too, as they both take in the sight of their bodies.
"Wow," Roman breathes, looking between himself and Roman. "We're so pretty."
Logan sucks in a deep breath, and nods slowly. "We are," he agrees, mostly just to see Roman smile and tuck his glowing cheeks into the pillows beneath him, radiant at the miniscule affirmation.
Logan's entire neck is purple with hickeys that scatter down his collarbone, each mark being sucked deep into him to make sure they'll stay for days. His chest and stomach are glistening with sweat and come, properly "glazed" as Roman put it. His spent cock is limp between his legs, clearly used after a night's worth of sex, and it adds to his overall disheveled demeanor. His hips and waist are red with scratches and forming bruises from how he was being held, and as he lightly rubs over the marks, he has to bite his bottom lip hard to repress a whimper.
His face is still red and teary, but he doesn't bother trying to wipe any of the tears or drool away, as Roman keeps peeking out from the pillows to admire Logan's reflection.
Roman's front is no doubt just as wet and slick, but it's pushed into the comforter, so instead Logan scans over his back.
Roman seems pleased by the scratches left and simultaneously embarrassed at the fact the lines will persist for a bit. Logan's unfairly attracted to this fact as well, though he doesn't voice it, instead just rolling onto his side to caress Roman's back.
But Roman shifts too, and quickly gathers Logan up in his arms, pulling them chest to chest. His soft, scratchy lingerie rubbing against Logan's chest has Logan opening his mouth to complain, but he's being kissed all over his face before he can, with Roman squeezing him tight as he asks between pecks "so... have you been swayed? Do you see the functionality of a ceiling mirror?"
And Logan can't help smiling slightly, honestly answering "I believe I do. You're incredibly persuasive, Roman."
Smiling wide, Roman professes "I try," visibly gleeful despite their mutual fatigue.
Roman kisses him a final time, slow and passionate with his affection, before choosing to softly snuggle. Logan holds Roman back, resting against his chest as he's so easily cradled by Roman's strong arms. And the last thing Logan hears before exhaustion overtakes him is Roman softly confessing "I can't wait to wake up next to you, and spend the time it takes for you to wake getting to admire just how perfectly we fit together," as their limbs intertwine.
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