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Jun 22, 2021

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Baby, I'll Break You Softly

Word Count: 5632

Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Relationship: RemRom

Content Warning: Bondage, Remus being Remus and being an angery bappy, Roman being a huge cocktease

Summary: Remus doesn't feel like his contributions are being taken seriously among the other sides, so he suggests what they ought to do to him to keep him in line. Or rather, what Roman should do to him to keep him in line.

This is for the RemRom 2 Year Exchange, for the lovely Agent M! Hope you enjoy! Also tagging @remrom2yr-exchange so this can be featured on the blog and the appropriate person sees it~

Also this should go without saying, but if you do not like RemRom, you're not going to like this. Please turn away and block me instead of yelling at me for my problematic shipping (which I will delete all hate, btw).

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“So what you’re telling me is that we somehow not only have to coordinate our efforts to get puppies for this idea, but we also have to schedule celebrity guests?” Logan huffed. “Roman, how on earth are we going to manage to do that within the allotted two week timeframe we have to work with?”

All of the other sides sitting at various places in the living room made varied intensities of agreement with Logan. All except for Roman, who was quietly seething that his idea got rejected, and Remus, who was feigning apathy. It wasn’t like they were saying anything new, and their bickering was starting to make his skin crawl in the most delightful of ways.

“Logan does have a point,” Janus begrudgingly agreed, gesturing for emphasis. “Most celebrities can’t be scheduled with such short notice, much less to do filming within the next month. And need I remind you all that we’re all allergic to dogs because Thomas is?”

Roman, who had been silently perched on his pillow pile beside the couch, finally spoke. “Look, I didn’t say it had to be perfect, isn’t this what brainstorming is all about? Coming up with ideas that may or may not make it to the final cut?”

Remus cocked his head to the side, an idea coming to him. “What if we cut something up in the episode? I was thinking a possum or maybe some severed body parts, you know, to teach the kiddies about anatomy all up close and personal,” he mused. He liked to study the anatomical wonders of the world in all of their bloody, messy glory. What else was a side to do when they saw a critter creeping out of the corner of their eye? And he was certain that at least Logan would back him up here!

Most of the others gave him an eye roll, Logan included. Patton just looked uncomfortable, and Virgil appeared disgusted. Even Roman seemed a little put off by his suggestion. “What?” Remus finally asked after their silence became too irksome. “I thought this was what brainstorming sessions were for.”

“Normally, yes, they would be for this,” Logan groaned, “but we’ve been at this for four hours with very little payoff.”

“Really? I thought we were really close to a payoff, or maybe a pay on,” Patton replied.

“No, Pat, we weren’t. We’ve been going around in circles because of the Prince of Sing-A-Lot over here,” Virgil said.

“Well maybe if you all actually listened to what I was saying, then maybe we wouldn’t be going in circles!” Roman shouted.

Remus huffed. “Oh please, Ro, you’re the reason we’re here. Maybe if you all would listen to me, we would have something exciting to film. I see no reason why we can’t get some flaming clowns that have six legs. I can conjure them so easy!”

Everyone looked particularly terrified by this. “Please don’t,” Patton squeaked.

Remus grumbled a little. “Ugh, fine, no clowns or whatever.”

“And this is why we shouldn’t listen to you,” Virgil growled. “You always wanna make everything scary or gross or weird.”

"Oh? Then why was my FIRST suggestion to nudge a baby bird out of a nest?" Remus pouted.

Logan cleared his throat and looked right at Remus. "Directly after stating that, you suggested the baby bird should be caught in an unseen jet turbine, causing the plane to crash without survivors. We cannot keep subjecting our mostly younger viewers to this kind of content.”

"They're gonna have to learn it sometime, C3P-U, and you'll have to tie me up to stop me!" Remus said in a singsong tone.

Logan recoiled at the suggestion. "Let's hope it never comes to that."

"Well then good luck catching me!" Remus squealed, already waving his hands to summon the scenario.

Before he could finish, though, Roman caught his wrist firmly. Remus looked to his other half, who looked at him sternly. That hand burned where it touched him, those awful, delightful flames fueled by his lust for his twin. "Caught you.”

Remus yanked his hand away, flushing a little at this, but not letting his gaze leave Roman’s. “So what now? You’re gonna tie me up and punish me for being such a big bad creativity?” he squawked. He really did want that to happen, but he thought no one in their right mind would go that far… at least, not until now. No one said anything in response, Roman just giving him that stalwart, yet bewildered look while everyone else was in varying states of unease. "Oh what, now I'm too good to punish?" Remus bit. “You think I’m useless to have in these discussions?”

Once again, only silence met his question. Roman opened his mouth to speak, but the damage was already done. Remus scowled and shouted, “Fine then, I’m leaving!” before anyone could stop him. He sank through the floor as fast as he could and fell through the sky into a dusty grassland near his own castle. The dull pain and throbbing bones that would normally comfort him so well only served to rile him up further.

“Stupid Roman, stupid everyone, they just don’t get me! They wouldn’t understand fun if it wrapped them in tentacles and slithered up their noses,” he grumbled, summoning his morningstar and a slew of creatures ripe for the slaughter. Better to take it out on these useless puppets than the other facets of Thomas’s personality; he doubted killing only five things would do much to quell these feelings that clawed at him from the inside anyway.

He took a fleeting moment to size them up; twenty monsters of varying sizes and origins stood around him, some brandishing weapons of their own. Remus didn’t even give them a moment to think about what he was going to do before lunging and snarling at the makeshift enemies. Over and over, he bashed and slashed his way through the wave of monsters, bounding off of their bodies as he laid them to waste. One sneaky one clawed him in the side, but he barely felt it as he spun around quicker than humanly possible and took its putrid, furry head from its shoulders with his morningstar.

Several others, he noticed belatedly, had also gotten him, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was getting these stupid, sordid feelings out of him in a way that wouldn’t kill him.

When the wave was finished, he waved another into existence, this time changing the lineup a little bit to include more humanoid enemies to pummel. As before, he wasted no time knocking them down and finishing them in short order. Most of them were fairly easy marks, but then he got to the one that stood out the most to him. A perfect replica of Roman, but this Roman… was he helping him take down the other monsters? That wasn’t in the programming. These were his monsters to take down, not Roman’s, and that made Remus angrier.

With a shout, he dashed for Roman and swung his morningstar as hard as he could, which Roman dodge rolled just barely in the nick of time. “Ugh, stay still, you royal roach!” Remus growled, turning back to strike again.

This Roman was faster, though, and he just barely dodged a blade to his cheek. Smirking dementedly to himself, he took the opportunity to yank Roman’s arm more toward him and send him careening forward behind Remus. He raised his morningstar once again to strike. “Thought I’d be subtle up there, huh?” He brought it down, fully intending to bash this Roman’s skull in.

Roman, however, dodged it once again, infuriating Remus even more.

“You think you’re soooooo much better than me?” Remus growled, striking again. “You think that just because you’re someone I love that you can just get away with shutting me down?!” At this point, Remus’ swings had become too erratic, always falling short of this Roman in his blind fury. “You think I was just kidding when I told you to tie me up and punish me?!”

“Wait, you meant that?” Roman asked, looking like someone had just shoved an unfinished Rubik’s cube in front of his face and told him to solve it.

Remus instantly froze.

His puppets… they weren’t supposed to talk. Ice coursed through his veins at the implications of this happening.

“Y… you’re actually Roman, aren’t you,” he stated blandly.

Roman nodded, still looking terribly bewildered. “Who else would I be…?”

“That’s… well, this makes things more interesting,” Remus said, losing the strength in his limbs. He dropped his morningstar, and his legs quickly gave out from under him. “I guess now that that little secret is out of the gore pit, looks like I’m about to be on its business end.” He chuckled bitterly, looking at the ground as if it could give him some composure. “I never thought I’d go out like this, faded by the others because I wanna get plowed by my brother… I’d always hoped I could go out with more of a… kinky bang.”

Roman knelt in front of him and suddenly, a firm, but reassuring hand was on Remus’s shoulder. “Remus, that’s not going to happen. If they try to do this, it won’t be unanimous, which you know that’s what it takes to fade another side against their will,” he softly said. “And one more thing.”

Remus felt Roman’s finger under his chin, lifting his gaze up to meet Roman’s. “Yeah?” he croaked.

Roman nodded again. “I haven’t been completely honest with you,” the Prince confessed, a blush coloring his cheeks. “Back there, when you said you wanted to be tied up and punished, I was trying to figure out if you meant that as strict punishment or uh… something more up your alley. Unfortunately, my lower head did more of the thinking and I didn’t know what to say to you. But… but now I do.”

Admittedly, Remus couldn’t complain with where this was leading, but he was too impatient to wait for his dumb, sappy speech to be done and over with. “So this means you do wanna bind and brand me?!” he squealed, barely containing his excitement.

“I’ll tie you up and give you exactly what you deserve, Remus, and that’s a promise,” Roman replied with a heartfelt smile. “And you deserve to have your own wants taken seriously.” He held Remus’s hand in his, running his fingers reverently over the Duke’s knuckles. "If you’re up for it, I have the perfect place in mind for this.”

Remus raised a brow at this proposition. “You’re telling me you planned something kinky? I’ll believe it when I see it, Ro-bro,” he teased, giving Roman a snarling smile.

Roman smiled back and said, “Well then, get prepared while I prepare you for the fucking of a lifetime.” He tugged on Remus’s arm, and Remus obliged him and rose.

“We’ll see if you have the balls for that kind of thing.”

With a lick of his lips, Roman sank them both through to somewhere Remus had never seen before, but definitely had his flair. They were in a rather spacious room, ornately decorated with all kinds of kinky paraphernalia. Remus was particularly enticed by all of the phallic paintings done in an array of different art styles. Red and white tiled floors contrasted neatly with the sparse dark furniture, and a black bondage bed stood against the far wall facing them. To the left, a floor to ceiliing rack housed sex toys of all kinds, from exotic dildos to vibrators to paddles. On the opposite wall stood a polished metal frame meant for stringing someone up. Various shackles and chains dotted the same wall.

Remus let his sultry gaze drift to Roman, wondering just how his brother was going to put all of these exquisite implements to use. “Heh, looks like someone's been busy being bad," he commented.

Roman waltzed in front of Remus and grabbed his arm with a cheeky smile. That smile rarely meant anything good for Remus. He led the Duke over to the rack, before leaning his lips next to Remus's ear and lowly commanding, "Strip."

With a snap of Remus's fingers, his own Dukely garb vanished.

"Hmm, eager, aren't you? And careless, too,” Roman said, clicking his tongue at the wounds on his brother’s body. “I should've seen that coming, but nothing a quick snap can’t fix. Don’t move.” Remus, for once, didn't start lap dancing on the spot as Roman snapped his fingers. Instantly, those wounds that had begun throbbing had all but vanished. “There we go! Now, hands up there, ankles down there, facing me," Roman said.

And of course, Remus obliged him without a second thought. The restraints went on much more quickly than he expected Roman to have gotten them, which made him wonder just what his brother had been up to in his spare time. "Been practicing on Lo-Bot up there? He seems like the kind of prude to be secretly kinky," he purred.

Roman quickly leaned in to kiss him, soft and sweet at first before Roman roughly grasped at his hair, turning it into a mark of his dominance as his tongue fought its way into Remus's mouth when he whimpered. Not that Remus didn't like this, though, and he was glad that Roman was making this engaging; he wasn’t just giving it to him. This was something he had been forced to give, and that was just the way he liked it.

Roman's hands roamed over every inch of Remus's body, scratching lightly over his pecs, his stomach, thighs, every place he could reach. One hand fondled at his mostly limp cock, perking it up with the teasing stimulation until he was half hard.

Their lips parted, a thin string of saliva left between their panting, reddened lips. "That all you got, old man?" Remus taunted.

Roman just scoffed and replied, "We're the same age, dipshit, and never fear, we're just getting started with your rear." He let go of Remus and sauntered over to the toy wall agonizingly slowly, swaying his hips with every step and knowing exactly what effect this was having on Remus.

“Ugh, hurry up and just do it already, I’m dying of boredom over here!” Remus cried, wagging his hips to try and get any kind of stimulation to his cock.

“Doesn’t look like boredom from where I’m standing,” Roman commented, winking back at Remus before turning his attention back to the toy wall. “Now then, what would make sure you get the gist of this punishment the best?” He just stood there, nibbling at this thumbnail and smirking just enough for Remus to know he was doing this on purpose.

Remus groaned. “Come ooooooon, just choose something! It doesn’t matter what it is as long as it works!”

Roman just chuckled and clicked his tongue, making a show of getting out of his tunic. “Still so impatient, doesn’t it remind you of when we were little? You never wanted to wait to see the ends of movies or listen to the monologues.” He tossed the garment, sash and all, carelessly onto the floor. His hand hovered lightly over a long, braided leather whip before settling on the gilded white riding crop below it. “You always wanted to jump right into the climax.” He picked the thing up and Remus’s skin suddenly felt too hot, too tight. He could already feel its sting against his exposed flesh, he couldn’t help as the mock sensation traveled straight to his cock.

“Yeah so?” Remus said, voice cracking a little. “What does that have to do with the price of a kidney on the moon?” Roman turned to look at him with a gaze that felt depraved and somehow, just a little bit sinister. Did this mean he was actually getting serious about this? God, Remus hoped so.

Roman grabbed a black leather flogger as well as the riding crop, playing with the strands of the flogger and saying, “I want to give you what you deserve, Remus.” He made somewhat faster work of closing the gap between them, but it was still too slow for Remus’s liking.

“Yes, take it out on me, give me what I deserve! Make me yours inside and out!” Remus cried, smiling maniacally at the prospect of being black and blue at the end of this. His wanting cock swelled some more, getting harder just on the thought and the domineering look Roman was giving him as he crowded close enough for Remus to feel his body heat.

“Alright then, if that’s what you want,” Roman rasped into Remus’s ear. Roman threw the flogger on the bed and turned his attention back to Remus.

He lifted the crop up, gently running it along the inside of Remus’s thigh. Remus sucked in a breath at the tiny, ticklish stimulation, as it moved up and just beside his cock, trailing over his scarred stomach, and all the way up to his already perky nipple. He swirled a pointed edge around it, barely enough for Remus to feel anything but just enough to have him squirming.

“Aww, don’t like it when it’s not overwhelming?” Roman chided, resting the flat edge of the crop against Remus’s cheek and lightly patting it.

“You know that’s not it, but when are you gonna stop treating me like a fragile little piece of pottery? You said you were gonna give me what I deserved!” Remus whined.

“Oh, whatever do you mean? I am giving you what you deserve. You deserve love, and someone that doesn’t just want you for a night. But also, this makes for a much more... fun punishment, don’t you think?” Roman smirked and gently kissed Remus. “Going at it so slow, so I can have you whimpering for more, mewling and whining for what you want, now doesn’t that sound marvelous?” He ran a finger down the length of Remus’s shaft, which had the Duke softly moaning and trying to thrust into it to sate his erection.

“You’re evil,” Remus whined, glaring at Roman a little. Most of the sentiment was lost in the ever growing haze that was slowly taking over as Roman gave him just a little more friction where he wanted it.

Roman just smiled sweetly and trailed little kisses from his lips down to the side of his neck. His free hand lightly scratched up Remus’s side, just enough to have him arching into the touch. They went up and down in the same path from the lowest part of his pec to just over his hip, making Remus shudder and squirm with the conflicting sensations. He felt Roman lightly pinching his nipple, then rubbing at it with his thumb. He felt the other hand leave his cock, only to be replaced by Roman’s clothed erection gently rutting against him.

“Can’t you go any harder already? Jeez, you really are an old man,” Remus teased, trying to move his hips to chase his own pleasure.

Roman hummed. “Oh, so you’d rather me stop? Alright,” he replied, leaning back so Remus’s throbbing, almost entirely hard cock hung in the air, desperate and needy despite them only having been at this for a few minutes.

Remus growled and wiggled his hips, trying to get some kind of friction going. “Hnnnnng, that’s not what I meant and you know it!”

“I know, but until you can learn to be grateful for what stimulation I do decide to give you, I’m not touching you,” Roman said. He stood a short distance away with that shit-eating grin on his face, but Remus knew that he couldn’t hold out like this. This was the opportunity of a lifetime, after all! Who would he be to ruin the experience just because he wanted to cum buckets all over Roman’s stomach as he was being railed from behind like a common whore?

Finally, Remus sighed, still pouting about him having to give up. “Fine, sorry. Roman, I need you, please, I want you,” he muttered. How he managed to say something so downright desperate was beyond him at this point. All he was sure of was that he wanted Roman.

The Prince smiled at him, genuinely this time. “Good boy, now keep up the good behavior or I’ll have to edge you for a few hours,” he replied in a singsong voice. What a fucking cocktease.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Care to find out?” Roman warned.

Remus thought it over for a minute, still halfway on the fence unil Roman rutted up against his erection once more. “No no no,” he rasped, “I want this.”

“Good, because I want to give you this,” Roman said. He closed the gap between their mouths with an open mouthed kiss, truly taking Remus and making him feel like he was going to swallow Remus whole. Those hands, those traitorous, glorious hands ran over Remus’s back, slipping lower and lower until Roman was grabbing a handful of his ass.

Remus moaned into the kiss, loving the feelings that Roman was giving him. “God,” Remus gasped, “Want you in me.”

“I want that too, but not yet, Re,” Roman rasped. He dove back in for another long, languid kiss before finally leaning back and taking a breath. “Gotta get your ass ready to take this thick cock.” He gently cupped Remus’s face with one hand, prodding at his mouth with three fingers. “Suck them like you wanna suck my cock.”

Despite Roman having the sheer and utter gall to state one of his fantasies so blatantly, he graciously took the fingers into his mouth using his tongue, skillfully threading the muscular appendage through and around them. Meanwhile, Roman moaned, “Jesus, Re, that tongue is gonna be the end of me.” He used his free hand to drop his trousers, putting his proud cock on display. As soon as the restrictive clothing was kicked aside, Roman was back in front of Remus, once again rutting their cocks together. This time, however, Remus was a little ashamed. Though they were both technically the same person, their sizes differed in a way that had him feeling a little threatened.

Not that he was ashamed of his own size; it was more that he hadn’t taken anything bigger than his own cock in his ass before. Still, he wasn’t about to let that get in the way of Remus’s dream come true.

All too soon, Roman withdrew his fingers from Remus’s expert mouth, making him lean forward to try and get them back. “Maybe if you’re good, I’ll fuck that pretty mouth of yours later.”

“Want you, Ro,” Remus whined. Roman just chuckled, and Remus could feel those warm, wet fingers prodding against his taut entrance.

“Just let me in, Re.” Roman popped his fingers inside him.

Remus squeaked when they finally entered him. He squeaked. That wasn’t the noise he’d expected to make, but it felt right.

“Ohh, I never expected that one out of the big, scary creativity. I wonder what the others would say if they saw us like this, heard you making those goddamn adorable sounds. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Roman said.

Remus nodded. “I live to perform, Ro-bro, you kn-OW THAT, hey that wasn’t fair!”

Roman smirked at what his sudden stretching did to Remus. “All’s fair in love and war, Re, you know that.”

It almost felt like Roman was trying to provide that delicious burn when something first got inserted, but… not here, not really. This stimulation was nothing but pleasant and somewhat humiliating, but that extra teasing embarrassment went straight to his dick. Certainly one that had him trying to fuck himself on Roman’s fingers as they scissored in him and rubbed up against his prostate. He needed MORE!

“Oh god, Roman,—! I need more, give it to me!”

Truth be told, Remus had never been this careful with himself before. Every time before this, he’d sunk down onto his toys without bothering to even stroke his own dick first. But here, now, with Roman stretching him so expertly, he knew they weren’t just going to be going for a quick, hard romp. No, if Remus was interpreting Roman slipping that third, blissful finger in him right, it was his intention for them to make love. Like actual couples sometimes did. And that thought was something that had him feeling warmer inside than he thought normal for something like this.

“Ah ah ah, you get more when you’re stretched enough.” Teasingly, Roman removed his fingers.

Remus squirmed, whimpering and trying to do anything, anything, to get stimulation where he desperately needed it. “Nnnnnnn, Roman pleeeeaaaaassse!”

“If you promise to be good and patient while I’m stretching you,” Roman offered.

Stupid domineering asshole. “Fine,” Remus whined, “just get back in there, I need it!”

Roman chuckled to himself and slid three fingers back inside Remus, all the way up to the knuckle. “And since you promised to be good, I’ll even give you a little treat.”

Remus had little time to ponder that before he gasped at feeling Roman’s tongue licking a trail up his shaft agonizingly slowly, before taking the tip into his mouth and sucking on it lightly.

“Roooooooo,” he moaned. Roman withdrew to trace his tongue over Remus’s slit and just beneath the head before moving back up and swallowing his leaking dick whole. Pleasant waves washed over Remus, light and gentle in a way that had him aching for more. He tried to thrust forward into Roman’s mouth, but a firm hand on his hip kept him from doing little more than wriggling. “You’re gonna kill meeeeee.”

Roman bobbed a few more times before pulling off Remus’ throbbing cock with a pop. “A little foreplay never killed anyone, Re, don’t be such a baby.” He gave Remus a few powerful pumps for good measure, but stopped after the third. “Don’t want you cumming before I’ve gotten to fill your ass up.” Without warning, he slid his fingers out of Remus’ ass once again and waved his hand, summoning a bottle of lube and releasing Remus’s ankles from their restraints. “Legs, up here.”

Remus gladly obliged. He hiked one leg up, wrapping it around Roman’s waist and pulling him close with it, right as Roman finished lubing his dick up. Roman hooked an arm under both of Remus’s knees, hoisting him up and supporting him against the sturdy metal frame.

“I’m gonna fuck you, Remus, you’re never gonna want anyone else’s cock,” Roman whispered in Remus’s ear, and Remus could feel the sizeable head of his brother’s cock right up against his gaping asshole.

“Well come on then, don’t keep me waiting,” Remus chided, wiggling his ass just a little.

“I’m not the Burger King but alright, have it your way.”

Remus yelped as the tip of Roman’s dick breached his entrance, tight and hot and burning a bit with the large intrusion. Not as much as normal, not quite as he liked it, but… this was nice. Panting moans spilled out of his lips as Roman stretched and filled him, finally pushing inside him to the hilt.

“Fuck, Re, how are you still so tight? It’s like you’re eating my cock whole,” Roman moaned. “I’m ashamed I haven't tried this sooner.”

“Move Roman, fuck! I need you splitting my ass open with that monster cock, come onnnnnnn!”

Roman clicked his tongue. “Still so impatient. Looks like we’ll stay like this until you can learn to behave. Sometimes I wonder if I go too easy on you.”

With a whine, Remus tried to wiggle with Roman’s cock in him, desperate for release that wasn’t gonna come from just sitting there! Roman, however, kept a tight grip on his thighs to keep him from doing as he pleased. “Romaaaaaaaaan,” he cried, very nearly on the verge of tears.

Roman just kissed him softly, the gesture saccharine enough to nearly taste. He couldn’t resist as Roman easily slipped his tongue into his mouth. Remus reciprocated, and very vaguely, he almost felt like he could taste something. The brownie Roman thought no one saw him eat during the meeting. With that, Remus prodded for more, looking for that sweetness and bitterness.

Wait.

Was he actually… playing into what Roman had planned…? Is this what Roman wanted?

Remus broke the kiss, leaning back and gazing at Roman. “You planned this all along, didn’t you? Getting me to slow down?? The only thing I don’t understand is why.”

“Re, I haven’t exactly been obtuse with my intentions here. I want you to feel loved, so I’m not going to just fuck you. No, I want to make love to you, let you feel just what pleasure you deserve without all that pain,” Roman explained. “With that out here and my dick in there," he gestured with his head to Remus' ass, "are you feeling comfortable enough to continue?

Remus took a minute to think about it, and noticed that he didn’t actually feel any pain in his ass right now, despite Roman’s size. He noticed how Roman smelled of pine and musk and earth. He noticed the slight strain in his arms from where they had been stretched above his head for so long. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Roman smiled. “Good.” He very deliberately began withdrawing himself, Remus missing the sensation until it rammed back in himohgodohgodohgod—! So hard, so good, the friction was just the way he needed it as Roman set the pace, bouncing him somewhat slowly on his magic cock. “Look at that, Re, you actually managed to slow down! Why, this is almost a proud moment for me.”

“JuUUst focus OOn the tAASk, Ro,” Remus uttered, head lolling to the sides and back as he rode these waves.

Roman grunted. “Alright then.” He picked up the pace a bit, making Remus' heart race faster and faster.

And before he knew it, Remus could feel one of Roman’s hands wrapping around his cock and stroking in time with his thrusts. Remus moaned and panted, relishing in the two separate stimuli compounding so beautifully. If he kept this up for much longer, Remus was gonna—

“That’s good, cum for me, baby,” Roman rasped.

That one simple command was all it took. Remus felt it coiling in his stomach before it burst through his entire body, lighting him up with white lightning from the inside out. He screamed Roman’s name as he came harder than he ever had before, the pleasure being pulled from him like stuffing from a teddy bear. He felt the warm stripes of his cum paint his stomach, and no doubt coated Roman’s stomach and hand as well.

As Roman milked the last bit of cum out of Remus’ orgasm, he stopped his thrusting and brought the cum covered hand around Remus’ back. Suddenly, his arms were falling beside him again, and he could feel those pins and needles he loved so much trying to get feeling back into his extremities. Absentmindedly, Remus noticed that Roman’s cock was no longer in him, but instead nestled between his cheeks. Nothing was dripping from his ass, and Roman was still hard. He… couldn’t make him cum?

“Huh,” Remus mumbled, too lost in the afterglow to really articulate his thoughts. “Roman, wanna finish you off.”

Roman laid Remus down on the bed on his back, but Remus sat up anyway. “You’ll get to, Re, don’t worry.”

“You mean I can—!”

Roman nodded. “I want you to finish me off by sucking on my cock.”

Remus squealed with glee, tugging Roman onto the bed with him without a second thought, and Roman let him, giggling up a storm. He wasted no time crawling on top of the Prince from the side, lengthening his tongue and wrapping it around Roman’s cock.

“If this were any other situation, I’d be horrified that you can do that, but God Re, I can’t argue with your use of it,” Roman moaned as Remus hungrily swallowed his cock whole.

Remus choked a little taking the whole length all at once, but he couldn’t argue with the delighted feeling he got drawing those noises out of his favorite brother. And instead of taking it slow like Roman wanted, maybe it was time to try things his style. He set a rapid pace, bobbing on Roman’s cock like he was starving for it.

“Nnnnn Reeeeee, gonna cum!” Roman cried, fisting his hands in Remus’ hair and fucking into his more than willing throat. Suddenly, his mouth was flooded with warm, salty fluid as Roman did exactly as he said. Remus was careful to swallow every drop, sucking the last bits of cum from Roman’s dick.

Remus popped off and licked his lips, wiping the last bit of spit and spunk from his lips with the back of his hand. “Wasn’t it better to just get what you wanted when you wanted it, Ro-bro?” he gloated.

Roman just lay there, panting and spent.

“Too shocked by my spec-cock-ular blowjob skills to say anything?”

The Prince lethargically waved an arm. “I told you… that tongue would kill me,” he wheezed.

Remus cackled. “You really are an old man.” He flopped on top of Roman, peppering his face with kisses.

An arm wrapped around Remus’ back and rubbed him softly. Absently, Remus registered something else tickling at his back; the flogger from earlier. Fucking adorable cocktease.

“You know we’ll always want you around, and I know I will. I love you, Re,” Roman said, giving him a look that just oozed that disgusting, wonderful sentiment.

Not that Remus would ever turn that down, especially if it was from Roman of all people. “I love you too, dork.”

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This is the best thing I have ever read 🥺❤💖💚😭 It's so good, it's exactly what I wanted, Ohmygod I'm dying a little from how much I love this. Remus is so perfectly angry and angsty, and then bratty and impatient😊 and Roman is *perfect*! He's so patient and firm and loving and he teases just right I 🥵 Remus never stood a chance and neither did I.

Thank you so much, I'm gonna treasure this fic for the rest of my life, you're the *most* awesome 😊❤💚❤💚💖💖💖