Ship: Intruloceit (mentioned Intruanxceit as well)
Kink List: Caught, threesomes, filming
Warnings: Filming without consent, light embarrassment.
Word Count: 5670
Plot: Logan is invited to a party by a friend, and he acquiesces against his better judgment, an action that drastically changes his evening by a long shot. (Trans!Logan)
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“Logan’s turn!” Logan glances up from the cup in his hand, eyebrows raising as the alcohol sinks into his foggy mind, delaying his general awareness slowly. He finds all the eyes in the room focused on him, and he lifts a hand to push his glasses up his nose. Right, spin the bottle, combined interestingly with seven minutes in heaven. “Come on nerd, you don’t have to actually make out with anyone if you don’t want to.”
“But if it’s me I’d rather like it if you would,” Remus, who sat directly opposite him, leans against the coffee table with a grin.
“Not if I get there first,” his twin brother, lounging on an armchair in perhaps the one way one should not sit on an armchair, his feet up against the back and head hanging off the seat. He’s clearly had one too many cans of gin, eyes unfocused with a calm, serene smile on his lips. Logan almost envies his state of bliss, but he’s not nearly drunk enough for that.
With a sigh of malcontent, he leans over to spin the bottle without much energy or effort, it spins around twice before slowing, twisting slightly towards the edge of the table, before landing on Remus. The other man cheers, dark eyes wild as he punches the air. “Don’t even think about it, it isn’t happening,” Logan comments drily, pouring the rest of his drink down his throat, before dropping it against the coffee table with a resounding ‘thud’. Remus pouts, jumping up easily and with far too much energy for almost midnight. Logan drags himself up slowly, just a little bit more lethargic.
The various whoops and cheers from the other members of the group, including a lethargic blond setting the timer for the minute they leave the room, go mildly unnoticed by Logan, who holds up a middle finger as he passes.
The inside of Remus’ bedroom is warmer than the rest of the house, the window firmly locked closed and surrounded in deep emerald green. Green, Logan decides though he’s no interior decorator, is not a nice color for a room. Deep blue maybe, if you want a calming color, maybe royal red if passion is more your thing. But green just reminds him of things that are dirty, like a bog, or algae, or grass growing from dirt. The color green is, objectively, a dirty color. Though that suits his friend quite well. Maybe not in the personal hygiene sense, he spends up to an hour sitting in the bottom of a shower, but his mind operates at a certain level of filth.
The bedsheets, to his relief, are not green, they’re black, black is a dull color, as is white, but it’s better than green. He sits down on the bed that is too large for one man and crosses his legs, leaning back on his hands a little. “So…?” Remus flops down next to him. “Seven minutes...can get a lot done in seven minutes.”
“Yes, I suppose you can, for example, a conversation can be done in seven minutes.”
“Or you could be done in seven minutes.”
“I assure you I take longer than that,” Logan slides his glasses up his nose, lips pursed in the first hints of a frown, though his eyes flicker over the curves of Remus’ face with a certain level of interest that he keeps hidden. He averts his gaze the moment he finds himself admiring the freckles on the other man’s cheeks. It’s not something he’s never done, it’s just not something he trusts himself to do whilst drunk.
“Prove it,” Remus grins, not touching Logan at all but giving him the sort of smile he’s seen him give many other men plenty of times, and himself for that matter. “Come on, aren’t you just a little curious?” Logan does not like to lie, so he just sighs quietly.
“What aren’t I curious about?” He counters with his eyebrow quirked as he tries his hardest to fix an unimpressed expression on his face before he tries to meet the too-bright green of the other man’s irises. It’s hardly his fault that Remus is conventionally attractive. Well, it’s hardly his fault that any of his friends are attractive, if he’s honest if any of them asked he’d probably have the same issue; struggling to remain nonchalant like he’s never had his mind wander with his hand between his thighs. But Remus is the only one brave and stupid enough to ask, multiple times.
“Touché,” Remus leans back a little. “Well, I can’t satiate your wonders on what happens after you die, or what is at the bottom of the ocean, but I can sure try and figure out if you can cum in under six minutes.”
“I think we’re on about four, by now.” Remus grins, rolling his eyes as he sighs and tilts his head back. “Perhaps some other time, when I’ve had more to drink, though I fear I might have to be comatose before I consent to lose my virginity with you,” his lips quirk into a small smile, causing the other man to groan and flop back against the bed.
“I’d rather you weren’t comatose,” the other man mutters “...I’m not nearly shady enough for that shit.” He sighs a little, and Logan almost feels an inch of pity. “Oh don’t give me the sad eyes, I know you didn’t mean it nerd, if it helps I wouldn’t lose my virginity to myself either...no idea where I’ve been.”
“Well that’s not strictly true, I know most places you have been because you tend to go with me, well, all of us really,” Logan fidgets slightly, his hands tangling together on his lap. “But I generally assume sometimes there isn’t a place you haven’t been,” he gives a small smile, Remus drags himself to sit up with a soft laugh, his hand resting behind his friend as he glances over at the other man.
“I’ve never been to Canada.”
“I have, once, when I was young.”
“Really, what was it like?” Logan looks up at the ceiling, a concentrated look on his face.
“Pretty, it was snowing, I remember that, and I had a snowball flat with some kids whose names I don’t recall, and I fell into a pile of snow but I didn’t cry even though I was freezing cold, I just sort of sat there looking confused, my mum has a picture of it somewhere, she made me pancakes afterward so I wasn’t really upset at all.” He grins, looking back over at Remus, who is still there looking infuriatingly beautiful through the haze of alcohol. He swallows dryly, exhaling a dry breath.
“You look a little flushed,” Remus quirks his eyebrow, the corner of one lip tilted into a small smirk. Logan supposes his friend has been looked at a particular way enough times to know he’s not coming out of this unscathed. “I get it, you think I’m hot, but you don’t want to open that kettle of fish because you don’t know whether you’ll enjoy it, or whether or not you’ll enjoy me, or maybe there’s someone else you have your eyes on or…”
“Maybe all of the above,” Logan comments dryly, not enjoying being read like an open book. “You are attractive, but I’ve never had sex, and I have more important things to worry about than relationships, nor can I handle the expectations...it’s not that I think the concept of virginity is something special to me, nor do I think casual sex is inherently bad...I just don’t know if I want it.”
“That’s fair, I didn’t know either.” He struggles to think of a time where Remus wasn’t wanting sex, so he just furrows his eyebrows in confusion, not really sure how to ask the question on his mind. “I mean the first time I had sex I was bricking it, I was terrified, I had no idea what it would feel like, but then I had it and fuck it was good, but it’s not good for everyone so it makes sense to be scared of it.” He hums quietly, tilting his head towards the door. “I feel like it’s been more than seven minutes.”
“Did we get forgotten about?”
“Probably, I mean we’d lose you if you didn’t drop random facts on us at intervals you’re so fucking quiet, dude.”
“And yet I doubt we could miss you if we tried, given that your voice box was obviously replaced with a foghorn at birth.” Remus tilts his head back with the laugh he gives in response. His laughter is high and loud and exuberant; Logan has always admired his friend’s ability to laugh so well. When he, himself, laughs it sounds strange and quiet and shy. He’s always been a little timid in social situations, but he’s a little more relaxed with his friends.
“That was a good one, teach.”
“Should we go back to the living room?” He asks after a moment of silence. Remus shrugs, glancing over at the door. “Maybe they just got carried away, it won’t be the first time Janus has accidentally dismissed the timer because he’s mid-conversation.” Remus gives a small smile, but for a moment Logan thinks he looks almost sad; for all his ability to act like he’s not sad, Logan is always very perceptive when it comes to either of the twins and hiding their feelings. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”
“You don’t seem fine, you’ve gone quiet very suddenly, that’s usually an indication you have been reminded of something that has upset you...was it something I said? We can remain here if you wish, I don’t mind, honestly the quiet is rather relaxing.” Remus smiles and shakes his head. “Remus, if you’re upset…”
“I’ll ask you, and you can say no.” There’s a long silence, Logan’s mouth falls shut, eyebrows furrowing. “Can I kiss you? Just a kiss.” He sucks in a breath in response, realizing that right now Remus is not joking, there is no humor in his tone, just an absent expression of vulnerability that Logan has not once seen on the other man’s face before. “Forget it, it’s fine, I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable du-” Logan darts forwards and presses their lips together, his own eyes widening as he realizes what he’s doing. He leans back just as quickly, a flush rising up his cheeks as his fingertips come up to brush his own lips.
Remus fares very little better, blinking rapidly. “Sorry, I...you appeared distressed and I’m not a very good liar, it seems I just...acted without thinking, that’s new, for me at least.”
“It’s practically my day job,” Remus whispers. “Would you...would you like to go back to the living room?” Logan’s jaw tenses, swallowing dryly. His heart is beating so fast in his chest that he doesn’t know what to do with it for a long moment, thudding erratically to the point he worries he might have a heart attack. “Lo?”
“Yes,” he blurts out. “Yes, uh...I need a drink.” He darts up off the bed, and Remus doesn’t stop him, taking a moment to just look a little bit confused, before he follows out the door.
“Oh hi guys,” Janus looks up lazily, tilting his glass towards them. “You’ve been a while, sorry, I forgot.”
“We all did,” Roman kicks his feet against the floor, now sitting on the chair the way it was designed to be sat on. “Whose turn is it?”
“Janus’ I think,” Virgil, drawing imaginary pictures on the coffee table whispers. “Off you go blondie.” The man hauls himself off the sofa with all the delicacy of a tired, lethargic snake, slithering down to the floor to spin the bottle. It twirls around as Logan sits down, hoping his sudden headache can be appeased by more alcohol. The bottle stills on Patton, who is leaning his head against the palm of his hand, tapping away on his phone with the other, he looks up with a soft yawn, before switching the phone back to the blank screen.
“One of you try to keep an eye on the time,” Logan taps his watch, setting a timer, giving a loose gesture as he picks up the bottle of gin.
There are a few more rounds, Roman gets Virgil, Patton gets Roman, and Remus stares at the bottle with some level of concentration when it’s his turn, spinning it with more determination than he’d had sitting his maths exam. There’s a long pause where he seemed to hold his breath, praying ever so slightly to any deity that he does not believe in but could do with working within that moment. Virgil, eyes narrowed, finds the bottle slowing ever so slightly, and knocks the table just a little so it inches past towards Logan, sitting beside him. Remus realizes praying to a deity is not quite effective as Virgil’s lack of interest in being alone with him.
Logan glances up from his phone at the sound of his own name. “Fuck,” he whispers under his breath, meeting Remus’ half-shocked, half-ecstatic expression. But he doesn’t protest, not quite wanting to draw any attention to himself. He just pulls his own body up, a little bit more drunk than he was the previous time they’d slid into Remus’ bedroom together, but enough that he can still think and talk. Though given the current thoughts in his mind, he’d say his inhibitions had lowered just a little.
He sits down on Remus’ bed for the second time that night. Just his luck he avoids being partnered off with anyone and then ends up sat with the same guy twice. Call that some sort of fate, or maybe bad luck, or something else he doesn’t want to think about. “So…” he sits down on the bed, his sock-clad feet brushing against the black carpet. “About before…”
“It’s fine,” Remus mutters. “Look, I get it, you went through the entirety of puberty without so much as someone to kiss, it stands to reason you finally get comfortable and you…”
“Please leave the logic to me,” Logan breathes softly, only mildly irritated “...it’s really not your strong suit.” He can feel his heart hammering in his chest as he wonders absently, what his reservation was. Why was he not wanting to kiss Remus again? There was a reason, but he’s looking up at him with that messy beard and wild hair and Logan can only just feel how hot his face feels.
“Sorry,” Remus exhales, the tone of Logan’s voice unlocking something in him that he just had not really realized was there. “You should snap at me more often.”
“Why on earth would you-?” Logan’s words are cut short by Remus’ lips, in his head the sentence ends with a quiet ‘oh’ but he’s far too fixated on the movements of hands cupping his cheeks. His whole body leans forward, the hand that was leaning against the bed gripping the sheets a little harder than he’d expected to.
He feels his skin heat and a knot of warmth that he is not unfamiliar with even in this unfamiliar circumstance burns through his nerves at a dizzying rate. Remus’ lips part and he doesn’t fight it, inching closer as a hesitant hand comes up to the other man’s face, feeling the beard beneath his touch.
Remus’ tongue brushes his own, a feeling he’s never had in his life. For years sexual contact felt uncomfortable to him, for a long time even romance was an adventure he hadn’t wanted to take on. But after he’d started his transition those feelings seem to come with his newfound confidence. However, he was still not comfortable enough to find a partner, and he just had so much going on in his life he hadn’t really thought he could hold down a relationship.
But with just this simple movement of a tongue against his own, he dissolves. A scratchy moan passes through his lips to be swallowed by his friend, who sighs against his lips like the sound personally brings him relief. Logan leans forward a little harder, their bodies touching at either side. The pace becomes a little messy with this movement, and he can savor the little quiet sounds coming from Remus, enough that his own thighs squeeze together without contemplation.
Maybe it would be nice to have someone else who isn’t himself to do the job. Maybe he’s just hanging onto something that doesn’t really matter. And maybe they’re both just a little drunk. Maybe Remus likes him, but Logan doesn’t know how to explain that Remus is not the only person he likes.
Their lips part from each other’s, spit shining as he jerks back at that remembrance. He cannot lead Remus on. The brunet stares up at him, eyes wide, skin flushed, intense darkness to his gaze that has very little to do with the color of them. “Do you want to stop?” he asks, Logan pauses.
“I...I like you, but you’re not the only person I like.”
“Logan, I mean this in the sweetest way possible, but I’m not expecting to be.”
“Wh-what? Why did you kiss me then?”
“You can like more than one person and we don’t have much time...so can we talk about this later if you don’t want to stop?” Logan nods, leaning forward to kiss him again. Remus’ hands find his hips, dragging him into his lap. A soft noise passes the other man’s lips, his thighs finding either side of Remus’ hips, tensing and twitching as hands find his ass, squeezing. His lips part easier this time around, rocking down into his friend’s hips with a gentle whimper. The hands squeezing him trail around to the front of his pants, popping the button, and tugging the zipper down. He breaks the kiss, exhaling shakily. “Are you okay?”
“You ask that a lot.”
“Yeah well, I don’t want to hurt you.” Logan exhales a laugh through his nose, taking Remus’ hand and guiding it between his thighs, rejoining their lips only to moan quietly as warm fingers slide between his folds, trailing up to rub at his sensitive little cock.
“Fuck,” he gasps, resting his forehead against Remus’ to try and gather some form of a breath, he can feel sweat begin to prick at his skin. The alcohol and arousal word in tandem for both determination and some odd lethargy that is overtaken by adrenaline. Remus’s long fingers trail down to push into him slowly.
“If you like,” Remus whispers, thrusting them as best as he can at the odd angle. “I have condoms…”
Logan glances back towards the door. “They’ll probably forget about us again, right?”
“Probably.” Logan nods, lifting his hips a little, sliding off Remus’ lap, and finding it odd that his cunt clenches around absolutely nothing at the absence. He leans down to peel off his socks, Remus shifts further up the bed to grab a condom out of his nightstand, shoving his jeans and underwear down his hips just in time to watch Logan drop his boxers and trousers, slowly followed by his shirt because he really is feeling a little clammy with the amount of sweat. “Fuck me,” he whispers.
“Some other time, one problem right now, if you can manage it.” Remus snorts, pumping his cock and handing Logan the condom to unwrap. He opens it a little clumsily, only really having practiced for keeping his toys clean, a situation where he usually has a little more time. He hands it back to the other man to roll onto his hard cock, accepting the hand offered to him as Remus guides his cock into Logan, letting the other man sink down slowly. He exhales in a heavy sort of way, head bowing at the stretch.
“Are you…?”
“Remus if you ask me if I’m okay one more time I will lose my fucking mind.” Logan rolls his hips a little, grinding the other man’s cock inside of him with a soft sigh. “Fuck, that feels weird.”
“Hey, feel this.” Logan feels the other man twitch inside him, he can’t help but laugh shortly. It does feel odd.
He leans down to kiss Remus, lifting his hips and sinking back down, the ache starting to fade the more he does it. He sort of likes the hint of pain as he buries inside of him, a shiver of pleasure resting in his abdomen. Their lips meet again and again, fast and messy, both gasping a little as Remus’ hands grip at his hips, rocking up into him.
Logan absently wonders if at any point he will regret this and if he does he’ll remember how fucking good it feels to be with an actual person, who is warm, gripping, and kissing him. His head spins under the desire, one hand curling over Remus’ shoulder to grip at his hair as he rides him. “Shit, how have I never done this before?” he gasps out, a wave of heat coiling through his abdomen every time Remus presses deep into him, over and over again, the pace knocking him breathless and panting, his body burning wonderfully. “Can we do this again?”
“As many times as you want sweetheart.” The sound of their skin meeting fills the room, and Remus buries his face against Logan’s sweat-slicked skin as the other man leans his hand against the wall, clearly a little bit out of breath. There’s a long few minutes of Logan biting his lip, feeling this odd sensation twist through him that he feels sometimes but usually gets too tired to always see-through. Remus reaches between their bodies, rubbing at his small cock with his thumb.
“Shit,” Logan’s hand, the one in Remus’ hair, tightens dramatically, dragging a gentle moan from the other man, rocking up into the man on top of him. “Fuck, fuck, Re…”
A knock at the door has him sighing in frustration. “I forgot again, but your time is...holy fuck.” Logan tilts his head to the side, before burying it in Remus’ neck.
“Hey Jan, could you maybe close the door?” The brunet, leaning around Logan’s body gives a grin. Janus kicks the door closed, leaning against the wall. “Okay, I walked right into that one.” Logan lifts his head, looking tired at Janus, his gut twisted in arousal as he meets the other man’s dark eyes across the room. He shifts impatiently, his climax edging away from him. “Do you...want me to keep going?”
“Can I sit?” Janus grins.
“As long as you shut up,” Logan growls. The blond slides onto the bed, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “Don’t even think about it,” he mutters, feeling a slight prick of embarrassment somewhere under the arousal and alcohol. He sinks his hips down against Remus, rocking himself down against the other man, who resumes his earlier movement.
Janus, mostly ignoring Logan, and glad Remus is distracted, discreetly opens his camera. He bites his lips slightly, watching Logan take Remus’ cock relentlessly, though a hint of strain is visible on his face, jaw tense and muscles twitching with sheer determination. “Come on Remus, he’s doing all the work, give him a hand.”
“I’m trying!” Logan stills for a moment, panting.
“Why don’t you lie back Logan, let him do some of the work?”
“We’re not here to satisfy your weird voyeurism kink, Jan,” Remus snorts, looking like this is not the first time he’s had his friend’s running commentary during sex. Logan looks fucked out, leaning his tired head on the other man’s shoulder but still rocking his hips lethargically, desperate to cum. “Lie down Logan.” He does as he’s told, lifting his aching body to flop back on the bed, closing his eyes. Remus tugs his jeans off, tossing them on the floor, before he leans between Logan’s legs. “Poor thing, you look exhausted.”
“I am,” Logan replies, deadpan “I’m aching in places I didn’t know-ah-existed.” Remus pushes in, in a smooth and slick movement, rolling his hips to press deeper, he grips the back of Logan’s thighs and fucks into him over and over again.
Janus bites his lip, a soft sound escaping him as he manages to get Logan’s expression in the frame through his phone camera. The man in question whimpers softly as Remus fucks into him over and over, his spine arching ever so slightly, his breath hitches between every sharp, quick thrust, slowly losing all sense of control over volume and pitch. Moans and gasps and whines pass over his lips. “Fuck, harder, please, fuck, so close…” his nails scramble through the bedsheets, his head pressing back into the pillow as his body jolts against the headboard, which thuds against the wall with their movements. “Re…ah, fuck, fuck.” Logan’s face contorts, his body trembling and jolting. Remus moans as Logan clenches around him, fluid squirting around his cock and dribbling against the bedsheets.
“Well that’s a first,” Remus whispers, leaning up the moment the man beneath him starts to flinch from his movements. He eases out of the other man, whose legs stretch out against the mattress. Logan peels his eyes open to stare at the ceiling, opening his lips to speak but all that comes out is a satisfied sigh.
“I bet I could make him cum faster,” Janus mutters. Logan raises his eyebrow.
“He’s not something you can bet on Janus, he’s our friend,” Remus peels the condom off his cock, stroking himself.
“...but if you were to bet, what would it be?” Logan mutters, tilting his head to the side. Janus stops the video, putting his phone in sleep mode and tossing it to the side. “Were you recording us?”
“Maybe, don’t worry, I won’t post it all over social media, the rest of the world doesn’t quite deserve to see you begging for Remus’ cock.” He crawls between the other man’s thighs, pressing a kiss to the inside of his knee. “Unless you’d like that? Have everyone see what a little slut you really are.” Logan makes a soft sound at the back of his throat, his cheeks flushing a deep red. “But you’re tired now, I won’t make you beg,” his lips trailing against Logan’s thigh. “Once you’ve started it’s addictive isn’t it? You’d do anything for more, wouldn’t you?”
“Don’t answer that without a lawyer present,” Remus mutters, flopping down beside Logan, stroking himself “...otherwise it will be five years later and he’ll keep appearing for a fuck, no way to get rid of him, he’s like a parasite.” There’s nothing but humor in his tone, pressing a kiss to Logan’s shoulder. “However if he’s as good at giving you head as he’s good at giving me, you won’t regret saying yes.”
Not many people get to say they lose their virginity to two men. Logan is very tired, and Janus is looking up at him from between his legs with a promise that he’ll sleep well tonight. So he just nods absently. Janus grins, settling onto his stomach and pressing his mouth to Logan’s small cock, sucking slightly. “Oh fuck, okay,” Logan exhales shakily, his trembling hand coming down to play with Janus’ hair lazily. Remus grins, resting his head against his shoulder as he jerks himself off, seemingly taking his time as he takes in the image of his best friend’s head between his other friend’s thighs.
Logan tilts his head to the side to capture a kiss from Remus’ lips, his hips shifting into Janus’ mouth, chest rising and falling with his deep breaths. He moans quietly into the kiss, the sound swallowed by the other man with a small smile. “You’re so pretty,” Remus mutters. “It’s a wonder you lasted this long without someone else coming along and ruining you. Janus leans up a little, licking his lips.
“If it were going to be anyone…” he snorts, before ducking his head to continue his movements, easing a shuddery breath from Logan as he does so.
“He’s got a point,” Logan mutters “...you were the only person who asked I could remotely imagine saying yes too, you’re not a stranger and I think you’re odd but I trust you.” He closes his eyes, leaning his head against Remus. “Fuck, that feels so good how have I managed this long?” He grinds into Janus’ mouth, and the other man doesn’t mind at all, allowing the sharp tug to his hair without complaint. Remus rests his head back, picking up the pace as he strokes himself faster, his forearm tensing. He’s clearly a little tired too, the high of the alcohol wearing off.
Logan makes another quiet moan beside him, his lethargic grinding creaking the mattress beneath their bodies. “Ah, Jan...fuck…” his voice comes out breathless and shaking, his thighs pressing to Janus’ head as whimpered sounds fill the room. “Fuckfuckfuck...ah, shit,” his face twists in pleasure, a scratchy moan crawling from the back of his throat as his hips stutter into Janus’ mouth, more cum leaking out of him, but much, much less as it trickles down his ass with the spit and slick that was already making him feel a little too sticky.
Janus lets him grind into him for as long as he needs, before lifting his head and licking his lips slowly. He wipes off his mouth on the back of his hand. “Aren’t you just a spoiled prince?” Logan grins up at him, bringing his hand to his face, before stretching out his body, thoroughly exhausted. “Remus, would you like a hand?”
“And Logan’s the slut?” Remus asks, dragging his hand from the base of his cock to the head, massaging it in a slow, circular movement before letting go. “Help yourself.” Janus grabs his phone and hands it to Logan. “Sometimes I regret letting you ever know that I enjoy being filmed, I feel like most of my life has been on camera ever since.”
“It’s not my fault you spend most of your life sucking other guy’s cocks.” Logan leans on his side, pressing record. “It’s also not my fault you get off not knowing whether or not I’m one day going to blackmail you with all the videos I have of you.”
They have an odd relationship, Logan thinks to himself, before today he wouldn’t have even known the two hooked up regularly. But Janus is right, there is something enticing about watching, as the man leans down to take the head of Remus’ cock in his mouth, his hand wrapping around the base. Remus’ hand wraps through the strands of blond hair, easing the other man down his length. Janus bobs his head enthusiastically, tilting it to the side so Logan can get a clear shot of the spit dribbling down to his hand as he jerks the other man off into his mouth.
He hasn’t the energy to cum again, but he feels like he might want a copy of both of the videos. And Remus is right, the little inch of anxiety somehow makes him want to do this more, the exhilaration of someone else having information on him that he wouldn’t want to be shared with the wider world doing more to him than he’d thought. Logan has always had to be a certain type of person, and whatever’s on that video is anything and anyone but the person he usually is.
He watches Remus thrust shallowly into Janus’ mouth, watches him dissolve both through the lens of a camera and in real life, listens to the heavenly sounds he makes. Well, these are two of the few people he’d wanted this with.
Maybe it’s just time he stops running away from things that he doesn’t have precise factual knowledge of and starts being a little reckless. Within reason, he’s not about to adopt generally unsafe practices.
His thoughts are pulled back to the present with a loud moan from Remus, whose eyes screw shut and teeth grit, his cock burying in Janus’ mouth, whose hands are tightened in fists, trying his best not to choke whilst Remus makes use of his throat.
Then Remus relaxes with a shaky exhale, his grip slackening. Janus leans his head up to suck at the head of his cock, milking him through his orgasm until he’s simply enjoying watching his friend squirm. As he kneels up properly, Logan turns off the video, wondering if that’s all. He’s tired, and he doesn’t want to get up. Janus picks up his phone. “Well, that was fun.”
“I’m tired,” Logan mutters, burying his face in the pillow beside Remus’ head.
“Then sleep,” Remus chuckles, leaning over to press a kiss to his forehead. Logan hums, his feet kicking up the covers to shimmy into them. His fingers twitch slightly, absently seeking Remus. “Are you staying?” Logan pries open his eyes to look over at Janus, who shakes his head. “Fuck us and leave us, I see how it is.”
“I have a Virgil to look after, and you know it.” Janus’s fingertips curl through Logan’s hair, pressing a kiss to his temple as he drags the covers up to his shoulders. “I’ll see you in the morning,” he leans over to press a small farewell kiss to Remus’ lips. Logan grunts something of a goodbye, but his eyes fall shut, and they’re too heavy to open again. So he falls into the warm embrace of sleep.
A/N: hello and it is time for “sage writes smutfic once in a blue moon!” The characters featured in this are my analogical fusion (Mika) and royality fusion (Amor). This fic takes place right after part two of my 5+1 fic for the fusion au. Enjoy!
Warnings: kissing, making out, soft and sappy sex, praise kink, marking kink, strength kink, teasing, multiple orgasms (lmk if anything should be added but it’s mostly just two dorks in love)
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There was a blanket spread out beneath the tree and a picnic basket presumably filled with snacks and sweets as well. Amor sat down on the blanket, pulling Mika to sit beside him. Mika set the bouquet down on top of the picnic basket so that he could take both of Amor’s hands and squeeze them comfortingly. Amor took a deep breath, then let go of one of Mika’s hands so that he could rest it on Mika’s face, thumb gently caressing his cheek. Mika often felt like starlight, burning hot and bright at Amor’s gentle touch, but this time Mika swore he burned even brighter.
a smol prompt for the kiera: "I'm gonna boop. I am going to boop you on your nose, and there are a very limited number of things you can do to stop me."
You know I actually wasn’t sure if this was actually a prompt, or you saying it to me. I made a little story anyway! :D
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Logan had been sitting and reading his book very contentedly on the bed, letting Patton do whatever he was doing around him as long as he wasn’t bothering him. This had gone on for quite a while when Patton sat in front of him, almost in his lap, with a mischievous smile that indicated he had some kind of plan.
“I'm gonna boop. I am going to boop you on your nose, and there are a very limited number of things you can do to stop me." Patton said, his smile only growing more devious.
“I merely have to move out of the way,” Logan said, closing his book and shifting to find that he was stuck.
Patton had wound blankets and pillows around him in such a way that his lower half was nearly immobilized, and with Patton’s weight partially on his legs, he truly could not move from his place.
Patton rocked back and forth slightly, grinning. “I’m gonna boop your nose. And you can’t stop me.”
Logan grabbed Patton’s wrists. “You cannot. I may not be able to overpower you, but I can certainly stop you from… booping.”
Patton’s grin just got bigger. It certainly was impossible to keep getting happier and more devious-looking, and yet Patton was continually managing it. He didn’t even attempt to move his hands. “I’m still gonna boop you. You can’t help it, you have to accept the love.”
Logan was getting nervous, despite his hold on Patton’s wrists. “How?”
Patton leaned forward slowly, forward and forward until the tips of their noses touched. “Boop!”
Logan felt his face grow hot. “That’s—that’s not the proper form!”
Patton just grinned, leaning back again. “Boops are about love, not form, silly!”
Logan crossed his arms. He’d been put into this situation entirely involuntarily.
But that left Patton’s hands free, and he tapped gently at Logan’s nose. “Boop!”
“Stahp!” Logan exclaimed, throwing his hands up and sounding far more whiny and embarrassed than he had intended to.
“Aw, it’s ok, you don’t have to be mad. You can boop me back if you want.”
For a moment, Logan was just too caught up in his frustration, but Patton was just too good-natured about it to be mad at for long.
Logan finally reached his own hand out and tapped Patton’s nose. “You may consider yourself booped.”
Patton’s nose scrunched up in a happy smile. “That’s not it! You just say boop!”
“You said form wasn’t important!”
Patton gave a pout that didn’t look upset at all with how much his smile showed through. He grabbed Logan’s hand, and directed it towards his face. “Say it with me.”
Logan sighed, but smiled. He tapped Patton’s nose.
Synopsis: The other sides have been stressing Virgil the fuck out, and Janus can see it clearly. Being an absolute sucker for showing off his powers, he decides to let Virgil relax… in full view of everyone around him.
“I don’t think that would make any difference, given the short timespan.”
“Let’s not be mean kiddos, Roman just has a hard time expressing himself-”
“I do not have a hard time expressing myself!”
“No, Roman just likes having a hard time in general~”
“Who invited Remus?!”
Janus watched from the top of the stairs as the pointless bickering continued. He found it slightly amusing, watching these morons juggle around a single brain cell like it was a game of hot potatoe. The only thing muffling his enjoyement was the clear fact that Virgil was getting increasingly anxious, which was ultimately making everyone else, including Janus, more anxious as well. That kind of stress was not good for anyone, especially not Janus’ little baby.
Janus scanned the room with a quick sweeping gaze and smirked. There was no better oppurtunity than the one laid in front of him at this moment. He began slowly making him way down the stairs, making sure each footstep was quieter than the last. None of the other sides noticed him yet. That was for the best.
Once he had gotten right behind Virgil, he slipped off one of his gloves and slowly reached up towards Virgil’s neck. His gently took hold of the side of his neck and whispered deeply into his ear, “Relax.”
Virgil immediately took a deep breath in, his head wobbling slightly from his trigger word. His eyes flicked around the room, clearly confused, but relaxing evermore. All the other sides stopped what they were doing and turned to the two sides trapped in their own little bubble. “Woah…” Virgil murmured absentmindedly. “Wha…?”
“Shh, don’t think about it baby,” Janus encouraged. “Just give in. You really need to relax.” Janus wrapped his arms around Virgil’s waist to support him as Virgil began to go slightly more limp. He was still holding his own weight, but his mind was drifting, and his eyes were flicking open and closed repeatedly.
“Mmm…” Virgil hummed, clearly trying to make an effort to stay concious.
“What are you doing to him?!” Roman demanded, taking out his sword in defense.
Janus shrugged. “Oh, calm down. He’s not experiencing anything right now that he doesn’t need or want. He can stop me at anytime, if he so desired to. But right now, he really does need to relax.”
At that, Virgil began trying to reach his heavy arms behind his head and grasp onto Deceit for support. Janus ran his hands up to Virgil’s chest, keeping a tight grip on him.
“So… all you’re doing is making him relax?” Patton worried. Janus met his overprotective gaze and chuckled.
“Oh, that’s not all I can do,” he teased. Logan squinted in suspision.
“How do you mean?” He asked.
Janus smirked. “Well, I’ll show you.” He leaned into Virgil’s ear. “Pleasure.” he breathed.
Virgil answered with a moan, his legs beginning to kick and his hips starting to buck. That was a sign to Janus to slowly let him on the ground, where he could truly go limp and lose all control. “What a good boy,” Janus giggled. “You don’t need to stand anymore, V. You can just go limp. You can truly… relax.”
Janus felt all of Virgil’s muscles go entirely slack, his head lolling side to side. He still struggled to keep his eyes open, as the mix of relaxation and pleasure was making him sleepy.
“Getting sleepy, hm?” Janus asked. Virgil responded with an absent nod. Janus chuckled. “I can fix that. Pleasure.”
Virgil’s breath hitched as his limp body clenched from a feeling that was just as good as being touched. Janus looked up to see how the other sides were reacting. Logan looked indifferent, rolling his eyes. Patton still seemed worried, but less now. Roman looked angry, and yet… yes, that bulge forming in his pants told Janus otherwise. He wanted to be next.
Remus, to no one’s surprise, was jerking off in the corner, in absolute bliss from watching the usually strong willed side give in completely to pleasure.
Janus shifted his gaze back to Roman. “You like seeing Virgil like this, don’t you? Engulfed in pleasure?” Virgil whined and moaned helplessly. “You just love seeing him relax completely, huh?”
Virgil’s ever so vulnerable state was taking a toll on Roman. He blushed a deep red and shook his head. “No! I would never! I think you should leave and-”
“Sleep.” Janus waved his hand and Roman fell to the ground, asleep with a blissful smile on his face. “Look at that, he did want it. Now it looks like I have two subjects. I could have fun with this…”
Logan and Patton watched as the two sides willingly gave in to hypnosis, arousal sparking in their eyes now. Janus smirked. “Pleasure.”
Virgil and Roman both gasped, writing on the floor. “Twenty times stronger now, pleasure.” Janus commanded.
Roman groaned loudly, arching his back and panting. Virgil was a little more quiet. Janus made a mocking pouty face. “Aw, come on Virge, let me hear you.” he cooed. “Pleasure.”
Virgil resisted making noise for one more moment, and then opened his mouth in an audible moan. “Mm-mmm- ahh~, R-Roman~”
“Ahh~!” Roman moaned.
“You two are really enjoying yourselves!” Janus observed. “How about this… everytime you hear eachother moan, the pleasure you feel becomes ten times stronger!”
That set them off. Each moan made them hornier and hornier, harder and harder, without either of them even being touched.
“Roman~”
“Virgil~!”
“Roman!”
“Virgil!”
“Are you two close?” Janus murmured. Roman and Virgil both whined in responce. Janus hummed in satisfaction. “That’s good. You may only come though after I count down from five to one, and command you to do so. Do you understand?”
Roman and Virgil both nodded franctically, their bodies squirming in desperation and their eyes switching from rolling back to being completely closed.
“Five, you are both so very close, you can feel it, but you are not allowed to come for at least a little while longer,”
Janus could feel Virgil panting underneath him, and he could see Roman writhing on the carpeted floor.
“Four, getting even closer now, and you feel as if the person you want most was stroking you just how you like it.”
Virgil managed to choke out a high pitched moan and a, “Roman~” while Roman just groaned deeply.
“Three, you’re on the edge, painfully aware that you may not come until I let you.”
“Janus, please!” Roman cried out, Virgil whining in desperation.
“Two, almost there. It’s getting almost too much to bear, but it just feels so good, you want to feel like this forever. You’re right on the edge. Blissful and relaxed and pleasurable.”
Virgil and Roman were both near screaming by this point, calling out a mixture of each others names and Janus’ name. Janus let them stay there for a few moments, admiring his work, before finally letting them free.
“One. Come for me, babies.”
Roman and Virgil both immediately came in their pants, their cocks visible as they pushed against the fabric. Their legs stretched, their toes curled, and they whined, moaned, groaned, and screamed. It lasted for a long time, their hips bucking and begging for some kind of friction as they rode out their orgasm together,
Once it started to wear away, Roman and Virgil both went limp in afterglow, and Janus snapped his fingers, a trigger to let Roman and Virgil both out of their trances.
Virgil blinked wearily, his face bleary with comfort. Roman laughed lightly to himself, a small smile on his face. They were both very clearly satisfied with what had happened.
Janus looked upon his work with pride before turning to Logan and Patton, both of who were very clearly turned on and hard.
Vibrator: Logan is typically so stoic and hardly says much during dinner this time, however, when Roman puts a vibrator in him beforehand and he’s anything but silent.
Wings: After Roman accidentally gives himself wings, Logan becomes most intrigued, he wants to know everything about them, apparently they’re sensitive, and in the best way possible.
Can’t Keep My Hands To Myself: Roman and Logan are at that stage in their relationship where they’re eager and impatient to simply touch each other. Hands wandering, lips attaching, and simply grinding against each other to get off, unable to wait for something more.
First Time’s A Charm: Logan is about to go into heat for the first time around his new partner, Roman, who is ready to take of his Omega no matter what.
Soaked: Logan is transgender and is embarrassed about how quick Roman can make him wet and aroused, sometimes without even saying anything or touching him. Roman is very, very proud.
Sleep on the floor: When Roman turns up on Logan’s doorstep in the middle of the night demanding a road trip, Logan has many ways to say no, but he doesn’t.
Accident: When Logan won’t give Roman some attention during his work he breaks out the tentacles to try and drag him away, however it has some…interesting effects.
Logicality:
Work: Logan likes receiving texts off his boyfriend, Patton, frequently.Only when he’s at work and the texts are less than appropriate, he gets really flustered and turned on.
Heat: Three weeks prior, Patton met Logan, they’ve been friends since but when Patton misjudges the number of days he has until his heat and hits whilst Logan is staying the night in the next room, he wonders if having someone to help him through heat is such a bad thing.
First Time: Patton and Logan both promised to take their relationship slowly, inevitably they come to their first time together and even the act of undressing in front of the other is intimate, so, they make sure to constantly comfort and touch the other.
Xenobiology: Patton is an alien who finds himself stranded on Earth. Logan is a xenobiologist who is very intrigued by Patton and gladly lets him stay with him for a while. But Patton slips into his heat. This allows Logan to gain more knowledge about Patton’s species, but Patton wants a lot of help with his heat, specifically from Logan.
Amor: When Thomas is feeling a little ‘amorous’, the sides do too.
Cravings: Logan knows two things currently: He’s in desperate craving of some sort of physical contact and two, he cannot concentrate until someone takes care of him.
Love In the 20th Century: Patton spends a lot of time wandering in and out of people’s lives, Logan spends a lot of time smoking cigarettes, and Roman is the only gay to proudly call himself a cocksucker without consequence because he’s dying anyway. Set in late 1980s London
Louder: Prompt: “I know for a fact you can be louder than that”
Sugar Daddy: It seemed like a simple arrangement, fuck the dude, get paid. Really simple. Right up until Patton realized that his sugar daddy is actually kind of…sweet
Could’ve Been a Joke (Would’ve Been a Joke): The first time Logan said the word “Daddy,” It had been a joke. He was perfectly aware of the implications, he just enjoyed the fact it made the others react the way they do. It would’ve stayed a joke if Patton hadn’t pinned him to the wall and pried the word from his lips in a much more intense manner.
Pretty To Me: It’s not that Patton’s never had sex before, it’s more to do with the fact it’s usually with someone who he will never see again, whose perceptions of his body just…don’t matter.
Projects: Logan never half asses anything, he’s not about to start now.
Bubblegum Bitch: Roman’s new best friend is ridiculously cute, Logan is trying to cope with this information, and Patton is an enigmatic little shit.
Coming Down: In which Patton and Logan are most certainly not fuck buddies, no not all.
Analogical:
Sensitive: Logan cries during sex for a multitude of reasons; overstimulation, feelings, pain, intimacy – and Virgil is used to it by now and knows just what his boyfriend needs during and after
Closets: When Logan, the college’s resident nerd, manages to get locked in a closet for a few hours with the college’s most anxious boy, Virgil, many things occur, none of them that he particularly expected.
Royality
Dress Up: Roman adores dressing up, even more so when it’s for Patton, bringing out his highest heels, prettiest lingerie, and flowing dresses.
La Vie En Rose: Thomas has fallen in love again, and that new love excitement certainly has it’s effects on Patton’s soft heart and Roman’s romance-filled passion, so they spend some time together to calm down.
Bad Boy: Patton is a good religious boy, going to church with his parents and Sunday school – despite being eighteen – and he’s attracted the attention of non-believer, bad boy Roman who very much wants all of him, romantically and sexually. Patton is conflicted.
Marking: Roman adores marking Patton up, leaving hickies all over Patton’s thighs then persuading him to wear short skirts so he can catch glimpses of his work.
Dom Drop: Patton safe words during a scene, and Roman comforts him.
Prinxiety:
Punk: Virgil is very punk and Roman finds it rather attractive, what’s even better is that Virgil has a tongue stud and Roman goes wild when he does certain things with his mouth.
Reach Out (and Touch): Roman is a little bit touch-starved, Virgil tries to help, which has an interesting outcome.
Secret: Roman is very jealous of Virgil’s boyfriend but he doesn’t say anything because the walls of their apartment are very thin and Virgil makes really good sounds during sex.
Hatred is the best aphrodisiac: Virgil and Roman aren’t friends at all but hate sex between them is becoming more and more frequent. Surprisingly it’s Virgil that turns their yelling and shouting into sex.
Confessions: Virgil quickly and suddenly confesses his feelings for Roman - ripping off the bandaid - and Roman is stunned but returns his affections. But soft kisses and caresses turn heavier and more heated until they’re fucking right then and there.
Wings: Virgil has really sensitive wings, when touched he gets really worked up and aroused. Roman accidentally finds this out.
Happy Accidents: Virgil loves to sit in Roman’s lap, he finds it comforting. When Roman gets aroused by Virgil squirming accidentally on his lap Virgil doesn’t realise until Roman’s pretty much coming in his pants.
stay: Virgil likes to be used as a cockwarmer.
Moxiety:
Thighs: Virgil really loves Patton’s thighs.
Moment’s Silence: Patton had been dodging the topic since he’d met the wonderous Human, afraid that his powers may sway something from Virgil that he wasn’t ready to give. But Virgil has a mind of his own, and it’s already made up.
Plushophilia: Patton gets a stuffed teddy as a present from Virgil. The fact that it came from Virgil makes him all the more sentimental and a little something else. When he wakes up aroused and hard with his teddy cuddled to his chest, well, he can’t help but push it between his legs and use it to get off.
Analogince:
Baby Boy: Logan and Roman wreck Virgil
Lamp:
Truth Or Dare: Patton’s tired of being sweet and innocent, he’s tired of people expecting him to be a blushing virgin.
Arrangement: Four times Patton fucked out his emotions, and one time he didn’t.
Sweet as Sugar: The story of Patton (a Dutch baker), Virgil (A Russian runaway), and two Americans who were definitely only there for a long holiday and accidentally get tangled in their love affairs
DLAMP:
Anytime: Deceit, Logan Virgil, Patton, and Roman are all together, so, it’s not surprising to stumble upon two or more of them casually fucking around the house, on all different surfaces, at any time of day.
Multi
Roommates: Roman had always figured that the Omegas he lived with went into heat when he wasn’t around, he knew Logan was on suppressors, maybe the other two were as well? Turns out, his answer is that Logan’s abusing his suppressors and Patton and Virgil are late bloomers. So when Logan forgets to take his meds and his heat triggers theirs, Roman is left in charge to take care of them.
Alcohol Kisses: It’s their second week in college, Patton and Virgil have to visit home to see their families for the weekend, in the meantime, Roman drags Logan to a party, which has interesting consequences.
Voyeur: Roman, Logan, and Patton accidentally get walked in on having sex by Virgil and Deceit. The other two stay and watch, very tempted to join in.
Loud: Logan and Patton are way too loud in the bedroom and along with the thin walls this means that Roman and Virgil often end up overhearing their activities.They scoff and pretend to think it’s annoying or gross, but they can’t avoid how hard they are in their pants.
Sweet Dreams: Virgil’s sleep schedule is a mess because of his nightmares. So, Sleep insists that he helps knock him out for the night while Roman gives him good dreams. Only the dreams are a little too good
Interest: Logan is oblivious to Patton’s attraction to him and never notices the advances that is being offered to him, so Patton decides to make his feelings a little clearer.
Crush: Logan has only recently come to terms with his sexuality, and has been crushing on the gay community’s playboy of their University, Roman. in the meantime, Roman has had a crush on Logan since high school, Virgil is super gay for the gymnast cheerleader who is ridiculously flexible and everyone is determined to have a good time this year.
Sleeplogical:
Teeth and Nail: Ready for children, Remy decides to satisfy Logan’s breeding kink in the process.
Patmile:
Satisfied:Both Patton and Emile are inexperienced and anything more than making out gets them incredibly aroused, so, they settle for giving each other hand jobs for their first time and it doesn’t last long
Desleep:
Persuasive: Sleep is a bit of a slut and has a reputation for dating older guys, a lot of his father’s friends, but one has always avoided him – Deceit. So, he makes it his mission to have Deceit in his bed one way or another.
Remile:
Not So Innocent: Emile can flutter his eyelashes all he likes, but Remy knows he’s no angel.
Kinktober 2019
Hatefucking (Logince) | Sleepy Sex (Logicality) | Tentacles (Roceit) | Mirror Sex (Prinxiety) | Monsterfucking (Loceit) | Cross-dressing (Logince) | Gun Play (Receit) | Telepathic bonds (Logince) | Body Swap (Logicality) | Leather (Remy/Patton) | Formal Wear (Intrulogical) | Threesome or More (DLAMP) | Exhibitionism (Analogince) | Shotgunning (Logicality) | Praise Kink (Analogical) | Wax Play (Moceit) | Aphrodisiacs (Roceit) | Size Difference (Prinxiety) | Masturbation (Moxeit) | Costumes or Masks (Rologicality) | Omo (Logicality) | Face Sitting (Sleeplogical) | Tickling (Remile) | Lingerie (Moxiety) | Hypnosis (Loceit) | Shower/Bath Sex (Logince) |
Warnings: Weed, a Maltese boy (me) butchering the Dutch language six ways to hell, NSFW (18+ ONLY)
Ship: LAMP
Plot: The story of Patton (a Dutch baker), Virgil (A Russian runaway), and two Americans who were definitely only there for a long holiday and accidentally get tangled in their love affairs
//Disclaimer/A/N: This fic is in no way to encourage other people to smoke weed, please smoke responsibly. And not around your pets. Or your husband because when you get divorced he’ll steal it, I want my weed back Simon//
written for @smuttysanderssidestwopointoh
Russian Virgil influenced by an RP I have w/ @loonylovely so I have them to thank for that one
Idea: Logan gets "Kidnapped" (Deceit knocked on the door and Logan didn't ask he just held the rope Remus brought and walked with them. He didn't mind.) by Deceit and Remus one night as a punishment to the other three about whatever. When they get there Deceit realizes he forgot something and when Remus is unsupervised by Dee he gets quite handsy with Logan, who doesn't mind if not enjoys it. Deceit comes back to them half naked on the bed and decides to join them. You can write it, if you wanna
TBH, this prompt just... amuses me to no end. Because it implies that Logan is 1, used to this and 2, just as annoyed with the others to pretend to be kidnapped.
Logan had, unfortunately, grown rather used to Remus and Deceit knocking on his door at odd hours of the night. It was actually rather common that they would do this when one of the others had annoyed them in the slightest. Of course, it was all for naught, given that nobody ever noticed Logan missing, but that was a thought for a different time.
As he opened the door, Logan didn’t ask questions, merely held his hands out for the rope. He’d learned not to ask questions, and Deceit and Remus had learned that he didn’t actually need to be tied up, given that he didn’t protest or try to escape. Usually, these nights ended with board games, and playing Monopoly is really hard when your wrists are tied up.
Tonight, however, seemed to be different, as Remus looped the rope loosely around his wrists with a grin. Logan quirked an eyebrow but, again, didn’t say anything. Remus was an eccentric person, and Logan had quit questioning his motivations He simply shrugged and followed behind the two, reading the book in his hands as they walked to Remus’ room.
Over the weeks, Logan had become quite accustomed to Remus’ room- given that Deceit despised have anyone in his room, technical kidnap victim or not. And so, Logan had learned to simply ignore the effects of the moustached side’s room.
“Ah, shit,” Deceit said softly, looking around Remus’ room for a second while Logan and Remus set up Uno.
“What is it?” Logan asked, looking over his cards.
“I totally didn’t forget to write up and print a ransom note,” Deceit huffed, crossing his arms unhappily.
“Who cares? They never read it, anyway,” Remus piped up, grinning at Logan over his cards.
“I don’t care!” shrieked Deceit. “It’s not like it makes it feel better executed!”
“You can go type one up and print it real quick,” Logan said. “We can wait to start Uno.”
“Hm. No, that’s won’t do,” Deceit said, nodding to himself. “I won’t be right back.” And with that, the scaled side left quickly.
“Uh,” Logan started. “War?”
Remus nodded and grabbed the normal playing cards, handing them out with one hand while the other rubbed him through his pants. Logan rolled his eyes, but he didn’t really mind. Remus was strange, and he’d known about the creative one’s attraction to him for a while. Besides, he was flattered.
Remus moved his hand to Logan’s thigh, idly massaging the inner thigh as they played. Logan blushed and tried to hide the arousal slowly growing in his pants. Remus scooted closer to him, card game forgotten as he stuck a hand down Logan’s pants.
Logan gasped softly, pressing his hips into Remy’s hand as the duke pulled him roughly into his lap and ground up against his ass.
“R-rem,” Logan gasped, leaning his head back against Remus’ shoulder as the duke felt him up.
“Yes, dear~?” Remus replied, other hand massaging Logan’s ass as he ground against him.
“Don’t stop,” Logan gasped, moaning softly. Remus grinned and pushed Logan to lay against the bed, pulling both their pants down. Logan blushed, his clothes still on as Remus ground against him, like he was some sort of whore.
“F-fuck, Remus,” Logan gasped, blushing and burying his face in the sheets as the shaft of Remus’ cock pressed against his ass teasingly.
“That is the plan, darling,” Remus grunted, his cum spilling over Logan’s ass and back.
Logan stuck his tongue out slightly. “Jesus, you come a lot,” he muttered, whimpering when Remus used his cum as lubricant and pushed his cock inside of Logan and immediately started thrusting.
“Jesus, Rem!” Logan gasped, biting the pillow beneath him.
“Sorry,” Remus said, sheepishly stilling.
“I didn’t say stop,” Logan complained. “I simply wanted you to slow down.”
“That I can do,” Remus purred, thrusting agonizingly slow, his hips angled perfectly to press against Logan’s prostate on each thrust. Logan whimpered and moaned, pressing his ass back to take him in deeper.
“Really?”
Both of their heads snapped to the side, an embarrassed blush on Logan’s face, and a lascivious grin on Remus’.
“What, want to join?” Remus asked, dragging his hips slowly and earning a low moan from the bound man beneath him.
Deceit looked at Logan, waiting for permission. Logan nodded and Deceit immediately was on the bed in front of him, tightening the rope around his wrists and pressing his face against his crotch. Logan moaned softly, mouthing at Deceit through his pants. Deceit groaned softly and pulled his pants and boxers down, his cock eagerly springing out and hitting Logan’s cheek.
Logan laughed softly and just as eagerly took it into his mouth, bobbing his head in times to Remus’ thrusts as the man behind him picked up pace happily. Deceit moaned quietly and grabbed Remus’ shirt, pulling him forward and into a rough kiss.
Remus grinned into the kiss, bodily moving Logan with his thrusts, matching Deceit’s own thrusts. Logan moaned softly beneath the two, attracting their attention. Deceit pulled away from the kiss and leaned down, kissing Logan’s neck lovingly as he fucked his throat happily.
It wasn’t long for Logan to cum, and as soon as his walls tightened around Remus, the duke let out a low moan and spent himself inside of Logan, collapsing on top of the intellectual. Deceit whimpered softly as Logan sucked harder, determined to make him cum. Deceit whimpered again, gripping the heard board behind him with one hand and gripping Logan’s hair tightly with the other as he came.
It took a few minutes for all three to come down from their post-orgasm high, although they eventually did and quickly set about getting cleaned up. Remus and Deceit laughed softly at the stubborn way Logan gripped the covers of Remus’ bed, climbing in beside him and cuddling him happily.
“You two are idiots,” Logan said sleepily, face buried in Remus’ chest.
“Yes, but we’re your idiots, now,” Deceit purred, happily hugging both Remus and Logan.
“Foreverrrrrrrrrr~” Remus teased, grinning.
“Not if you don’t shut up. Let me sleep.”
The two dark sides shared a look, a soft laugh, and a fond look before settling in to sleep next to their new partner.
this is senseless smut I wrote because I’ve been struggling with working on actual writing
had the idea in my head for a while, hoped if I wrote it out it’d unblock me, so to speak
Fandom: Sanders’ Sides
Pairing: Logicaliceit
Tags/Warnings: dub-con, incubi, incubus characters, incubus patton, incubus deceit, hunter logan, smut/not safe for sanders, double penetration, spitroasting, degradation, praise, fuck monsters who can make their own lube at will in case that isn’t clear
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Logan closed the door of his motel room with a tired sigh, back pressed to the cheap wood for a moment before he straightened up and walked further into the room. He looked around at his surroundings, taking a mental inventory. Wood-paneled walls. A bathroom in the back, yet to be inspected. A sink and mirror outside of the bathroom; plain, simple, unassuming and clean as a whistle with a cheap laminate countertop. A bulky, outdated television on a wooden, dark-finish storage unit of some sort, likely housing the mini fridge since he couldn’t see one in the open. A chair by the door. A queen-sized bed, pristine sheets in a rather disgusting mustard yellow with two fluffy pillows. A bedside drawer with a lamp and digital alarm clock atop it, the alarm clock’s soft red neon telling the time. 12:32 am.
Logan sets his arguably overstuffed duffel on the chair, unzipping it to check it’s contents, though he knows them by heart. His eyes scan over a flask - filled with holy water - two wooden stakes, a rosary, two guns - the black one full of silver bullets, the silver one containing bullets infused with a mix of ingredients that would kill a witch upon penetration. His eyes scan over his shotgun and the storage clip of rocksalt-filled shells, then the iron chain he’d learned to carry after a nasty encounter with a malevolent spirit two years back. They settle on the machete, sharpened earlier in the day when he’d stopped for a bathroom break, and then he zips the duffel closed.
He isn’t quite near the location of the incubi he’s hunting yet, so he doesn’t worry about taking protective measures. Indeed, he’s far too tired to worry about something as unlikely as an incubus or two traveling fifty miles just to feed on him of all people. Logan toes off his loafers with careful ease, loosens his tie and drops it on top of the duffel, then discards his shirt and pants on top of that. He slips under the covers and quickly drifts off to sleep.
For the prompt: “You’re more than just a one-night-stand.” Royalty or Logince? ~ very-gay-thanks
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Logan isn’t the kind of guy to be easily led by a handsome stranger in a bar. But, god, this stranger was beautiful.
And now, lying on his back, legs spread to accommodate for this stranger – for Roman – he looks like a god damn angel. His eyes closed, golden brown hair in messy curls matted to his forehead as he fucks into him. And Logan can barely keep his own eyes open.
Roman leans down, pressing kiss after kiss to his chest and higher.
“You’re more than just a one night stand,” Roman murmurs against his throat as he comes.
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