Quick and Dirty - Alpha!Logan/Omega!Avenger reader
Logan is on loan to The Avengers, and accompanies you and your pack alphas on a mission where your special skills are needed. But you just. Can't. Focus.
Not with that hot, wild, gruff alpha assigned to guard your back.
Noticing how off you are, Logan offers to put you ON your back and fill you up like you need so you can get your head in the game.
Quick and dirty, he promises.
And it was.
Word count: 1,895. Also on AO3
Smut! No knotting in my omegaverse! Omegas crave Alpha Cum. Unprotected P/V sex, sub reader, Technopath Reader. Alpha Steve and Alpha Bucky are teammates. Casual sex with alphas is a standard part of omega care and their cum is literally required to keep omegas healthy and strong. Sex positive af, no jealousy. Roast master Bucky.
You were supposed to be focused.
You were supposed to be confident.
You were supposed to be a professional.
But what you actually were was insanely distracted.
There was intel to extract, a security system to bypass, cameras to loop, and thirty floors between you and the objective.
You were the key to the entire mission.
You were the only one who could do it- your skillset too precise, work too delicate to hand off to anyone else.
Why?
You were a bit of a technopath.
Hadn’t mastered your powers yet but one check of your “books” will tell quite a tale of successful hacking jobs and quite a resume.
Little hacking knowledge, little technopathing through tough spots like walking a tight rope.
Some might consider it cheating, but why not use all your skills to your advantage?
You could fix the dishwasher without touching it, rid computers of virus’ and never leave a digital print.
But a fighter, you were not.
Which was exactly why Logan was paired with you, he’d be the first to admit a fighter was pretty much all he was.
A fighter and a willing bullet shield.
Logan was the perfect person to watch your back while you worked.
Steve and Bucky were good teammates and alphas, but they had special skills of their own that were needed elsewhere.
Both of them were off handling the perimeter, silent, bloodless take downs to buy you as much time as possible.
You, on the other hand, were on ground level, inside the building, and about to hack the enemy’s computer server.
You just...couldn’t start. You were nervous.
One misstep and the building would go into lock down.
You had the hands. The know-how and the ability to cheese your way through tough spots if you lacked the know-how.
But not the focus. Not right now.
And Logan, never exactly the most tactful man, had picked up on it ten minutes ago and was getting impatient.
“You gonna tell me what’s crawled up under your skin,” he muttered as he crouched next to you behind a stack of crates, “or you gonna keep pretendin’ your slick isn’t makin’ you uncomfortable?”
“I’m fine,” you hissed, pulling your pack tighter over your shoulder as you started to work on the electrical panel near the floor.
But you knew you were working slower than you should be on the way in.
Taking longer than usual while you hacked some cheap security camera and digital locks, being extra careful to double check before you did anything for fear of making a mistake.
“You ain’t.” Logan’s tone was flat.
Not scolding.
Not mocking.
Just stating fact.
“You’ve been off all day. Breathing fast, can’t keep your hands steady. Practically flinched when I touched your waist back in the stairwell. You usually love that shit.”
“I didn’t flinch.”
“Didn’t moan either, but hell if your scent didn’t spike like I fingered you through your fuckin’ suit.”
You stared straight ahead, refusing to meet his eyes.
He exhaled, then leaned in close to show his sincerity. Your breath caught.
“Look, I don’t care if this is about heat sneakin’ up on you, or if it’s just my voice makin’ your hormones act stupid. But if you don’t handle it, you’re gonna fuck this mission up.”
You clenched your jaw. “What do you want me to do about it?”
His answer came immediately.
“Let me fuck you.”
Your head whipped toward him, eyes wide. “Are you serious?”
Logan shrugged, “Yeah. Right here, right now. Get it outta your system so you can focus."
“You’re out of your mind!” but the words were hollow.
“I can get the job done quick.” His eyes flicked down, then up again-slow. Your clit throbbed at the look he gave you; clearly, your scent had been getting to him too.
“You’re soaked. I could have you on your back and bare in ten seconds, stuffed and satisfied in ninety. I don’t need candles and music. I need you sharp.”
You swallowed hard, thighs pressing together as your clit throbbed, begging you to say yes.
Because the worst part was… he wasn’t wrong.
Your body was begging for it. And everything Logan did -every rough word, every casual flex of muscle- was making it worse.
Fuck, you wanted him so badly.
“I’ll be quick,” he said, voice lower now. “Won’t even kiss you. Just fuck it out of you, quick and dirty. You get your head back, I keep watch, and we move on. No big deal.”
You hesitated.
He stared at you, steady and still, like he already knew how this ended.
“Unless,” Logan murmured, “you wanna keep trying to ignore it and end up slipping a hand between your legs inside the server room like a fuckin’ amateur.”
Part of you hated him for saying that.
Mostly because it was starting to sound like a really, really good idea.
----
You didn’t answer right away.
You couldn’t.
Because the second he offered, the second those words left his mouth, your whole body responded.
Your scent sweetened, your pussy was drowning at this point, and your hands started to shake in a way that had nothing to do with fear.
Logan watched it all. He didn’t smirk, didn’t gloat.
In a flash, he had you on your hands and knees, and pinned down to the concrete floor with one steady press of his hand between your shoulder blades.
You didn’t care what position he chose, so long as he got the job done so you could get your job done.
He dragged your pants down just far enough to expose your dripping, swollen cunt to the cool air and his greedy gaze.
“Fuck,” he growled low. “Knew it.”
You squirmed, trying to keep your head down, your ass up, and your hips from doing the desperate omega wiggle that had brought alphas to their knees for centuries.
Quick and dirty.
“Keep it quiet,” he commanded, already lining himself up behind you, one hand wrapped tight around his cock. “I’ve been shot during sex before and it’s not as hot as you might think.”
And then he pushed inside.
You nearly choked on a cry you couldn’t afford to let out as he bottomed out in one rough, unforgiving stroke.
No warm-up. No teasing. Just Alpha cock filling your desperate, aching core like he owned it.
It was glorious.
“There she is,” he muttered, hips grinding deep, enjoying the feeling of your pussy stretching to accommodate him for a few seconds. “Knew this was all you needed.”
You scrunched your face to keep from moaning, toes curling in your boots as he pulled back and slammed forward again-steady, brutal, sure.
“Dirty fuckin’ girl,” Logan grunted, fucking you with hard, punishing thrusts. “Could’ve asked for help. Could’ve snuck off before the mission, you only had to ask. But no, you came out here leakin’, beggin’ with your scent, distractin’ me and the others.”
Each time he pushed in it felt like the head of his cock was massaging that special spot only alphas could reach.
His hand fisted your hair and yanked your head back just enough to whisper against your ear.
“You wanted me to offer, didn’t you? Hoped I’d be the alpha to bring it up?"
You whined- helpless, shaking from the effort of staying silent while your orgasm built.
Logan didn’t slow. Didn’t hold back.
Just drove into you like your cunt was the solution to a problem he intended to solve.
“You’re lucky it’s me,” he growled. “Bucky or Steve would’ve been gentle. But you don’t need gentle right now. You need it hard. Fast. Rutted out of your head so you can think straight.”
His words were electric.
Your whole body locked up - your release gushing around him, breath catching in your throat, as Logan pinned you there and kept going, riding your orgasm.
He finished seconds later, gritting out a groan as he pumped you full, then pulled out with a filthy sound, watching his cum drip out a little bit.
You barely had time to catch your breath before he was swiping the white cream back toward your pussy with a quick touch, pulling your pants back up and guiding you to sit back up on your knees-which wobbled slightly.
You shivered as the liquid that filled you shifted inside.
“C’mon,” he said, casual again, like he hadn’t just railed you into the concrete. “You’ve got a server to crack.”
You looked up at him, slightly dazed from cumming faster than you ever had in your life. “That’s it?”
He paused, tilted his head, then gave you the ghost of a smirk.
“If you want more, Darlin’… ask me when we get back.”
--
The mission was a success.
No alarms, no injuries, and no delays… once you finally got your head on straight.
You moved through the last phase of extraction like a ghost; graceful and sharp, gliding through the server room and bypassing security like nothing.
Focused. Confident. Professional.
The way you’re supposed to be.
By the time you regroup outside with Bucky and Steve, you’re wiping your palms clean and feeling ten pounds lighter.
Bucky gives you a long look.
“Someone’s back in the game,” he mutters, brows raised as he leans against the truck. “Didn’t think we were gonna see this version of you today.”
You roll your eyes. “Nice to see you too, Barnes.”
He gives you a shit eating grin and you brace for the roast you’re probably -definitely-going to receive.
“Mm. Just sayin’. You were all over the place earlier. Thought maybe your blood sugar dropped or something.”
You open your mouth to fire back, but then-
“Wait.” He pauses dramatically, “Unless…”
He squints at you. Then his gaze drifts over your shoulder. Straight to Logan.
You watched in embarrassment as he put two and two together.
Bucky’s eyes go sharp, knowing, cruel in that way only a big brother figure can manage.
“Ohhh,” he drawls, clearly delighted, “You decided to take your vitamins, huh?”
Your stomach drops.
“What?”
Play dumb play dumb play dumb.
“You know…” Bucky shrugs, voice dripping with mock innocence, “Protein, testosterone. Maybe some special, organic supplements that come in a grumpy Canadian delivery system.”
Busted.
You flush instantly, but before you can defend yourself, Logan walks right past the both of you, completely unbothered.
“Better she take it now than keep actin’ like a bitch in heat,” he mutters as he climbs into the truck.
You slap a hand over your face, “Ugh…”
Bucky laughs so hard he chokes. “Oh my god. You actually did it.” He leans in, whispering like you’re back in high school. “How was it? Was he all grunts and calloused hands and caveman shit?”
You shove him. “Shut up.”
He just laughs harder. “You smell like you got railed behind a warehouse, Doll.”
You glance at Steve, leaning on the driver’s side door. He’s quiet, observant, arms crossed.
“Cap, are you really not gonna say anything?”
Steve raises a brow and walks past with nothing more than, “Glad you’re feeling better, Omega.”
You groan into your hands.
And from the front seat, Logan rumbles without turning around, “You’re welcome.”
Mainly a one-shot just to bust my confidence into publishing my fiction
Old man Logan had become a shell of himself, his mind consumed by the horrors he had witnessed and caused throughout his long, bloody history. The memories of the people he had lost and the things he had done had become a constant torment, an endless barrage of guilt and pain that haunted him every moment of every day. He had become a man of solitude, pushing away anyone who dared to get close,but still afraid of the darkness that followed him nonetheless.
And than you came around. A ray of hope in his never-ending torment. A light in his path he didn't thought he deserved. A chance to truly live, away from the shadows of death.
You were the last shred of control that he had left, the only thing that tethered him to his humanity. He was a man plagued by demons, haunted by a monstrous alter ego that threatened to consume him. In your presence, however, he found a sense of peace, a sense of control. And he had no intention of losing that.
That's why he kisses you with a passion that is nothing short of primal, a raw and unbridled desire that leaves you breathless. He would unleash the beast you tamed upon yourself, and You would fist his white shirt like it's the last thing that keeps you grounded while he tear up your dress in one move.
"Logan..."
You would call him with a desperate tune as you hear his claws, he hooks them under your bra tearing it apart. His claws millimetres away from your skin, moving down to your panties. His eyes devour you after he freed you from every piece of clothing. His claws retracting slowly to his knuckles as he stand on his knees between your legs. Standing there in his full clothing he didn't even unbutton his shirt, too impatient to have you this helpless under him.
"Fucking beautiful"
He whispered and leaned on you again. One hand steading his weight over you, the other kneading your breast, caressing your sensitive nipple here and there. Making your breath hitche.your hands come up, trying to grab his wrist hut he warns you.
"I don't want to see your hands on me tonight princess...do you understand?"
You nod as you grab the sheets with your fingers while you feel his thigh coming up slowly in between your legs, urging you to grind against it and get off as he was too busy working his tongue over your nipple.when you didn't move your hips (not as noticeable as he wanted to)he looked up,moving his head from your breast to your throat.
"Com'on...Don't keep me waiting sweetheart..."
He voiced in hoarse way,making you shiver.
"Hear, let me help you"
He moved his hand down to your core, leaving your poor nipple alone. He dragged his finger over your clit making you jump and squirm.
"Stay still"
He said with an unmoved expression, wanting way more than that. He moved his position, more on his knees now but still hovering over you. The hand he was leaning on to came and grabbed your jaw, forcing your lips open. He put his hand over your parted lips, the ulnar fleshy side of his palm under your teeth.
"Bite"
And as soon as you questioned what he said you got your answer, he pushed two of his fingers inside of you. Stretching your tight hole. You bite at his hand and mewl, feeling his finger pummelin inside you. You could hear the wet sound they made while moving in and out so clearly.
The knot in your stomach pulled tighter and tighter, but as the feeling of the familiar satisfaction approached, he stopped,suddenly pulling out his fingers leaving your hole empty.
Your eyes got widened. Looking up to him with tears in your eyes and his hand still on your mouth.
"Hmm... I don't think so"
He said nonchalantly, his hand over your cunt, fingertips traveling through your foldes, over your pulsing hole. Making you fist the sheets with so much force that beside your shaking legs they trembled too.
"I think you're in for a surprise darlin, too bad you can't beg for it now huh?"
You closed your eyes in the feeling of his fingers filling you again, but now instead of the cruel pace, they scissored inside you. His thumb came up, finding your clit, caressing it lightly at a circular motion.
Your eyebrows scrunched up, you were lost in the sensation of his fingers working on you. Your body begging for a release, your mind focused on getting the orgasm that it missed.
He moved his hands from your mouth without looking away from how your hole swallowed his thik fingers, coating them with your wetness.
"Breath"
He reminded you, making you take a deep breath you didn't know you needed until now
But before you could exhale he put his hand back on. Making you sob as you pushed your head on the pillow in frustration.
"Look at you darlin...I would feel pity for you,princess ,if I didn't know how much you fucking love this"
Everything became so much, you swear you could feel Everything ten times better. But as that feelings build up, he again leaves you on edge. Taking his finger out and leaving your puffy nub alone. You hit your head on the pillow with frustration, overwhelmed by Everything.
"Imma give you ten seconds...cum or your gonna spend the whole night like this"
You quickly nod and he shoved his finger inside of you again picking up a relentless pace, his hand slamming against your cunt...ten seconds?you only needed five till you feel that mind blowing release, it snapped something inside you. And before you realise you gushed all over his hand
"There we go...my good fucking girl"
He moves his hand from your mouth but his fingers still inside of you, riding you down your high. But even after that he goes on.
"Please...logan"
You beg for it to stop only for him to smirk, taking your state in.
While Logan and Virgil had grown to trust each other more within their sex life, it still didn’t stop Virgil from being caught off guard every time Logan wished to service him. He was still inexperienced, only really having explored with the other man in question, but it didn’t stop him from being curious about… other things.
A.K.A. My interpretation of soft analogical sex and their exploration in kink! Don’t like, don’t read.
TW for use of a safeword, they use the stoplight system and Virgil calls/signals for “yellow” which is promptly taken care of and respected. Other than that, everything is thoroughly enjoyed!
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While Logan and Virgil had grown to trust each other more within their sex life, it still didn’t stop Virgil from being caught off guard every time Logan wished to service him. He was still inexperienced, only really having explored with the other man in question, but it didn’t stop him from being curious about… other things. Kinks, and other sorts that he hadn’t known much about.
He’d done a little research on his own, and with Logan’s reassurance and helpful input, they’d agreed to try something out. Virgil knew he liked not being in control, even if he wasn’t the one being penetrated, and Logan loved to do things for him that made him feel good, so together they came up with the idea of trying sensory play. Of course it took a little time to get the supplies, but once they had everything they wanted it was only a matter of time before they actually tried it out.
The preparation process was simple, really: put on some Lo-Fi, strip them both down, blind fold Virgil, bind his wrists to the headboard, and lay out any and all tools to be used on him. Logan used two of his old ties for Virgil’s wrists, the fabric soft yet sturdy and unable to hurt him. He’d specially ordered the blindfold and made sure not to tie it too tight, checking to see if Virgil could see anything before he’d moved onto anything else. He had a tray set to the side with various items. A bottle of massage oil, a wax melt pot with the melts already heating to a suitable melting temperature that wouldn’t burn, a bowl of ice, a feather, and a pinwheel (the little metal kind, not the child’s toy). Each Logan planned to use at some point, although his hands drifted to the oil first.
Popping open the cap, Logan poured some of the oil out onto his hand, setting the bottle down and warming it between his palms. Virgil could hear it, left in wonder of what the slick sound was, but soon distracted by the feeling of Logan’s lips gently kissing his sternum.
“I’m going to set my hands on you love, is that okay?” Logan murmured gently, looking up to see his boyfriend’s reaction. Before he did anything he wanted to make sure it was still okay, not wanting to startle Virgil too much with the touch.
Virgil nodded along and hummed in agreement to Logan’s words, a small smile gracing his lips. Hearing him ask little things like “is that okay” continued to make him relax and trust his partner, knowing that he wouldn’t ever do any this he said no to. Virgil’s breath hitched softly as Logan slowly ran his hands over his skin, carefully massaging his pectoral muscles and his abs. Even if they weren’t particularly tight or stressed, he still wished to help Virgil relax by doing so.
The plan worked just as Logan had expected, feeling Virgil’s breathing slow and his body relax under his careful touch and kisses to his skin. Each deft touch of his fingers traced each muscle, curve and contour of Virgil’s body, leaving a trail of kisses and the sheen of oil in their wake. Logan’s hands slowly made their way down Virgil’s torso to his lips, massaging the joints and slowly working his hands closer to his groin. He could feel the way Virgil was anticipating the touch, his abdominal muscles flexing subtly each time his fingers drew closer to where he knew Virgil wanted them.
Deciding to appease him, Logan poured a little more oil onto his hands before carefully working the muscles of Virgil’s upper thighs, straddling the man’s legs as he allowed his fingers to travel upward and gently glide over his balls. Virgil’s reaction was immediate, tensing slightly before letting out a low groan, relaxing into the touch.
“Shhh.. just relax, darling..” Logan soothed, carefully fondling Virgil’s sac and taking note of the way it made him squirm, along with how he was half hard just from these gentle touches alone. He gave them one last light squeeze before moving his hands up to wrap around the base of Virgil’s length, encasing it with both hands, one above the other to form a column around the entirety of it. Virgil groaned as Logan started to stroke him, fighting the urge not to buck his hips up into the slick glide of his hands around him. This felt like absolute heaven to him, and if it was, then he didn’t want to come back down to earth for a long while.
Logan smirked slightly as he listened to the soft sounds slip past his boyfriend’s lips, continuing to stroke him to full hardness and making sure to always pay special attention each time his thumb brushed over the sensitive tip. He carefully leaned down to press ghost-like kisses to Virgil’s skin, relishing in the soft whines it drew from his lips. Once he believed Virgil had grown used to the touch Logan pulled his hands off entirely, letting out a soft chuckle at the squirming and whine of his name on Virgil’s lips.
“It’s alright love, I promise, this is barely the beginning..” Logan teased, leaning forward to peck Virgil on the lips before looking back to his tray of utensils. Thinking for a moment, he decided upon using the ice next, curious as to how Virgil would react to the sudden cold. He set the bottle of oil back before grabbing one of the ice cubes, holding it in his hands to make them cold and letting it melt over the rest.
Logan quickly placed his hands back on Virgil’s chest, enjoying the gasp he felt under his hands as Virgil adjusted to the sudden temperature change.
“How does that feel? Is it too cold?” He asked, gently rubbing along Virgil’s ribs and up his chest, caressing the muscles again as they momentarily tensed under his touch.
“N-No, it’s good.. keep going..” Virgil said breathlessly, biting his lip as Logan removed a hand, likely to grab another ice cube by the sound of it. He squeaked softly in surprise as Logan started to draw swirling patterns over his skin with the ice, tracing little circles around his nipples before gently gliding down his abs. His muscles twitched under the attention, even as the cube diminished down to a small nub that rapidly melted against his skin. The chill was absolutely delicious, made even more so by Logan planting warm, open-mouthed kisses to where the ice had just been.
Logan continued this pattern of ice and kisses until Virgil was squirming and whining once more, wishing for more than just a teasing brush over his now-hard nipples every so often. Each touch slowly increased the heat under his skin, building to a low simmer that left him aching for whatever was to come next.
“Logan, please? Please, keep going..” Virgil pleaded, pouting ever so slightly in the hopes that it’d crumble a bit of Logan’s resolve and make him move along. The plan worked like a charm, or at least he believed so by the way he heard the bowl be set back as kissed him, licking into his mouth and muffling a groan against his lips.
“Patience, darling, have patience. I promise it’ll be worth the wait.” Logan soothed, rubbing Virgil’s thigh affectionately as he reached over to dip a finger into the melted wax, testing the temperature. Once he’d deemed it safe to use he gathered some of the wax in a small ladle, making it easier to control and pour where he wished.
“Let me know if this is too.. hot for you, love..” He murmured, gently kissing Virgil’s neck and shoulder before starting to drip some of the wax over his chest. The surprise of it made Virgil’s breath hitch, but the heat was certainly welcome after the chill of the ice against his skin.
Virgil couldn’t help but squirm a little as the wax dripped onto his skin, shivering as he felt it run down his chest and cool. Each nerve felt like it was on fire in the most exciting way possible, each splash of the wax sending little waves of warmth across his skin and drawing pleased groans from his lips.
Logan carefully retrieved more wax before painting more little swirls across Virgil’s skin with it, slowly trailing lower and lower until he was just above his crotch and letting out a low hum at the way it made the other man buck his hips up in need.
“Easy love..” He murmured, using his free hand to gently pin Virgil’s hips to the mattress, ignoring the annoyed whine he got in favor of dripping some of the wax onto Virgil’s thighs. He watched as his muscles trembled and flexed as it cooled, entirely entertained and painfully aroused by how much his lover enjoyed the treatment. Still, his job wasn’t done yet, and Logan didn’t want to focus on himself until Virgil was thoroughly satisfied.
Returning to his work, Logan traced little hearts in the wax on Virgil's skin, laughing a little to himself at how crudely made they were. He certainly wasn't an artist like Roman, nor was wax his preferred medium, but beneath him was still the most breathtaking work of art he'd ever had a hand in creating. He felt so privileged to see Virgil like this, vulnerable and beautiful in all of his wanton glory. Moments like this made him fall in love with him even more, unable to resist the urge to lean down and press tender kisses to the sensitive flesh of Virgil's inner thighs.
The kisses made Virgil squirm even more beneath him, whining as the unrelenting ache only continued to grow as Logan never let up in his teasing. The slow pace always managed to consume his mind with want and desire, leaving him helpless and yearning for more. Everything Logan did felt so incredible, not necessarily because it was pleasurable, but because he did it with love and the intent to show that. He just wished that he could reach down, touch, and pull Logan up to kiss him and never let him go.
"Logan.. Logan, c'mere.." He murmured, vocalizing his desire and lifting his head slightly to help portray what he wanted. As much as they understood each other, they weren't mind readers either.
"What is it, love? Are you alright?" Logan asked carefully, setting the ladle down in favor of caressing Virgil's cheek, brows pinching in slight concern.
"Mhm.. just wanna kiss you for a moment.." Virgil laughed, endeared by the worry lacing his lover's voice. "I'm okay. This is wonderful. Just.. kiss me for a bit."
"That I can do, my dear.." Logan trailed off before connecting their lips with a smile. Virgil was always so cute to him when he wanted kisses, soft and needy and willing to admit it just to obtain what he wanted. Then again, he always thought Virgil was cute, so go figure. They spent a long moment just like that, lips interlocked in a slow yet passionate exchange, only pulling away for brief moments to get some air before returning to one another.
Logan's free hand wandered as they continued, gently raking his nails down Virgil's chest and making him shudder before wrapping his fingers loosely around his shaft. Virgil gasped out a soft moan as he did so, and he took advantage of it by slipping his tongue into Virgil's mouth once more, groaning lowly and continuing to stroke him. The gentle, deft touch of Logan's fingers made him keen, unable to do much else other than give into his whims. Still, it was removed as quickly as Logan had started, the other man reaching over for something else instead and drawing an aggravated groan from him.
He chuckled as he watched Virgil struggle slightly at his bonds, understanding his growing impatience and not wanting to leave him hanging for much longer. He took hold of the pinwheel, warning him like he had before, and then gently bringing it down to his skin. Logan didn't apply much pressure, just enough for Virgil to feel the light prick as it glided against his abdomen and down to his thigh.
Virgil tensed as he felt the small metal spokes meet his skin, this time unsure of what to make of the sensation. On one hand, it wasn't exactly painful, but on the other it still didn't particularly sit right with him either. He made a signal with his hand, Y, and murmuring the word "yellow". Immediately it was pulled away from his skin and set down, making him relax a bit.
Logan, however, grew concerned as Virgil signaled. He hoped he'd not hurt him on accident.
"Good boy, using your signals. Are you alright love? What was it?" He praised gently, setting his now empty hands on Virgil's hips and rubbing them reassuringly. He was proud of Virgil for speaking up, even if it may not have been something super severe.
"Yeah, m'okay, just didn't.. I don't know. I don't want the prickly feeling. We could.. try it again another time, but I guess just.. not right now? Want your hands. It's a lot." Virgil stammered, flushing lightly from Logan's praises and happy that he hadn't upset him because of it either.
"You can keep going, Lo, just.. use your hands. Nails are fine." He murmured, smiling again as he felt soft kisses being pressed to his neck and jaw.
"Of course, my love, whatever you say. Anything for you." Logan reassured, kissing Virgil's cheek before applying a bit more oil to his hands, shifting back to what he knew Virgil had enjoyed. He truly was proud of him for signalling, and he knew he was growing impatient, so he may as well stop his teasing.
Carefully leaning down to kiss him, one of Logan's hands cupped his pec, thumbing over one of his nipples and laughing at Virgil's little gasp against his lips. His other slid down his torso, carefully dragging his nails along his skin before wrapping around his shaft to stroke him a bit more firmly than before. The groan he received in turn was absolutely heavenly, the sound sending shocks of arousal through his own body.
"You sound so beautiful darling, so gorgeous.. you're so good for me. Go on love, I won't pull away this time. Let yourself enjoy this." He whispered hotly against Virgil's ear, gently nipping his earlobe before sucking little love marks into the sensitive flesh of Virgil's neck. Virgil continued to squirm and whine as Logan didn't let up, carefully rocking his hips up into the slick warmth of his lover's hand now that he was allowed to do so.
The pair continued like this, exchanging soft praises and kisses between one another as Virgil drew closer. At some point Logan had shifted to wrap his hand around both of them at Virgil's request, their grind slick and steady against Logan's hand holding them together. He stroked them in time with their thrusts, making himself and Virgil groan into each other's lips, gasping and whining and carrying on as they each slowly approached their respective climaxes.
Virgil unsurprisingly came first, the sensations growing far too intense to hold back from for much longer. Each snap of his hips was accompanied by a whimper or gasp of Logan's name, his release spilling over Logan's fingers and dripping onto his abdomen. Logan continued to move his hand, working him through it, up until the point where he was whining from the overstimulation. Still, he urged Logan to keep going to his own release, gritting his teeth through the sensitivity for the sake of his lover. Logan followed shortly after with a low, drawn out moan, adding to the mess on Virgil's abdomen before slowing himself to a full stop.
They both took the moment after to catch their breath, exchanging sweet kisses as Logan reached up to untie Virgil's wrists and the blindfold from his face. He smiled gently down at him as their eyes met for the first time again, his expression soft and full of love.
"That was incredible, Logan, thank you.." Virgil purred, sitting up slightly and reaching to pull Logan in for yet another kiss. It felt good to have use of his arms again, as much as he enjoyed being restrained while they were still at it.
"You never cease to make me feel anything less than amazing.." He murmured, making Logan laugh against his lips and pull away with a smile.
"I could say the same about you, dear. Now let me get you cleaned up, and then we can cuddle, okay?" He offered, gently shifting the tray to the side so he could stand up.
"Okay.." Virgil nodded, watching with a fond expression as Logan disappeared to retrieve a warm washcloth and whatever else to clean everything up. He didn't mind the mess of wax and oil and spit across his body, especially not when it made him feel so loved in the process. Besides, he had an inkling that Logan enjoyed it too, if not more so. They stayed close together as he was wiped down and the wax gently peeled from his skin and discarded, cuddling up against one another under the covers.
"I love you, Logan.." Virgil murmured, half asleep already as he settled in against Logan's chest. The other man leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of Virgil's head and wrapping his arms around him to pull him closer.
"I love you too, darling, more than anything. Now, get some rest.." Logan murmured back, reaching over to turn out the bedside lamp and remove his glasses as they both drifted off to sleep.
Summary: Janus and Logan are both in love with Remus, it’s just a matter of who can convince Remus of their feelings first.
Trigger warnings: NSFW, real hardcore insecurity, not the healthiest habits, rough sex, being caught (kind of, they’re not walked in on), mention of abusive and negligent past exes who neglected proper BDSM rules, some very rude degrading self talk, sl*t as an endearing term
Genre: Hurt/Comfort smut (Sub Remus, dom Logan, switch Janus), intruloceit
Written by: Virgil & Claire
Edited by: Virgil
A/N: This is completely written, so unlike Sweet On You, the whole thing should be posted relatively quickly/consistently lmao. We set out to write a quick one shot and then wrote an angsty 40 pages. ~Virgil
Remus fell in love with Janus the moment they moved in together.
He walked through the door with his arms loaded with half-closed luggage, and when he saw the man standing in the kitchenette, he realized what a mistake he had made responding to the ad. He was thin, with vitiligo paling his otherwise tan skin. His hair was dyed yellow, with floofy bangs that hung in his gray eyes.
Without looking back, Janus hummed softly. "Hello, you're certainly not welcome… Come in and put your things down? You would be Remus, I presume."
Remus cleared his throat and tried not to stumble over his words. “Yep!” He kicked the door shut and dropped his luggages with a loud clatter. “Yeah, that’s me, Remus. You’re, uh, you’re not Janus, are you?” Surely this was Janus’ super hot boyfriend— Not someone Remus had to converse with regularly without imagining him… Just, never mind.
"I am… I hope you weren't expecting a female…" A frown crossed his face as he turned, showing black painted nails as he tapped his cracked lips. "That would be unfortunate indeed."
Remus coughed. He was, actually. “That’s not the problem here,” he said cheerfully, quickly averting his gaze from Janus’ nails, his mouth. “The ad sure didn’t warn me I’d have to be able to withstand sexy roommate syndrome.”
Surprised laughter bubbled from his lips as he leaned on the counter. "Oh, my… You're quite a charmer, aren't you? At least you didn't run. I promise not to bite unless asked~?"
Remus shuddered. “Which way’s my room?” He squeaked. Don’t pounce your new roommate. Real shitty first impression.
Waving him to follow, he labeled the rooms, opening Remus' door for him. "I do hope you're not afraid of snakes, or the gays~?"
“Snakes?” Remus grinned and bounced after him. “You have snakes?!”
Nodding, he smiled. "I shall introduce you after you unpack and we eat dinner?"
Remus flushed dark red. “You want me to eat with you?” His voice came out a little more subdued.
Janus nodded with a frown. "Yes? It's rather important to me to make sure people I know are taking care of themselves— Just ask the debate team! I bring snacks and water to every practice debate."
“Well…” Remus straightened up with a grin. “Then I’ll help cook!”
Remus rushed back to the front door and grabbed one of his overstuffed suitcases, which had bursted open upon impact, and dragged it towards his room. Dirty laundry, lewd comics, and crinkled sketchbooks trailed behind.
Picking up after him, Janus nodded. "That sounds entirely doable…. Split the food budget and alternate dish duty then?"
“Mhm!”
Remus got all of his shit into his room, and throughout dinner, he had somehow managed to not slobber all over everywhere staring at Janus. He wasn’t… Entirely prepared for his roommate to be so hot and so gay. So he had fallen pretty fast, and then tucked away any notion of his feelings being returned. For safety.
That was pretty simple, until he met Logan.
Frowning softly, Logan nearly ran over someone in the sidewalk, stumbling and holding his bag. "Terribly sorry… Do you know where 241 is?"
Remus brightened up. He’d had a pretty shitty morning, what with walking into the kitchenette to find Janus shirtless and somehow Remus spilled hot bacon grease on him, but this boy was extremely cute. Any excuse to get his mind off the embarrassment!
“I sure do!” A predatory grin slid over Remus’ face as he squinted up at him, the sun in his eyes. “Headed there right now, why don’t I escort you and keep you safe from all the assholes headed that way?”
"A capital idea indeed… Would that indicate that you are also taking anatomy lab at this time?" Falling into step with the smaller boy, a small smile tugged at his lips. He's too cute… That streak in his hair, the mustache. I want to know how that would feel. Oh, dear.
“Mhm!” Remus’s cheery voice, and his arm wrapping around Logan’s, broke him out of his daze. “Right now and later tonight if you’re up for it!”
Blushing, he nodded. "Perhaps… See if you can keep up with me as a lab partner and then we can see if you're still up for more~?"
Remus looked up in surprise. His shitty pickup lines never worked! He laughed a bit. “Are you shitting me?”
"If you are truthfully asking and can put up with my, admittedly very dominating, personality, I see no reason to not try at least a one night arrangement. Unless you were joking and are in fact straight?" He tipped his head gently with a smirk.
Remus shivered in excitement. When was the last time he was dommed? He ruffled Logan’s hair and giggled. “I can handle you if you can handle me!” He yanked him into class, picking the seat next to Logan and glaring at anyone who tries to sit near them.
Laughing lightly, Logan hummed, setting up his workspace carefully and nudging Remus to do the same. "Focus, show me how well you take direction. Think of it as an interview for the position you desire~?"
Remus grinned. It was the slyest, shittiest way anyone’s ever convinced him to do his classwork, and he loved it. He couldn’t help going home that day with the biggest grin, rushing around to make sure everything’s ready for Logan’s arrival.
Logan had a bounce in his step as he collected some supplies before coming over at precisely the time they had discussed, knocking.
Remus threw the door open with a manic grin. “My roommate won’t be home for a few hours,” he said as he grabbed Logan by his shirt and yanked him inside. “Do what you will with that. Bedroom’s this way.”
Chuckling, Logan tugged Remus around to stroke his face. "Mmm, then shouldn't you kiss me, Rem~? Show me how much you want to study with me…"
“Anything you say,” he whispered, and shoved their mouths together.
Remus hadn’t kissed anybody in a long time— Several years, in fact. He was probably sloppy, and not the best, but he enjoyed it and fully intended on making it up to Logan with his… Obedience.
Sighing, Logan took him into his hand, guiding their kiss to press him into the nearest wall, encouraging his mouth to open and humming appreciatively at the taste of mint. Remus whimpered softly. He almost wouldn’t mind just doing this until Janus gets home. Logan was more commanding than Remus had really expected, manhandling him around exactly how he wanted, and the way he kissed is nothing short of wonderful.
Slowly pulling back, Logan cupped his face with a soft look. "Such a good boy for me… Show me to your room, I want to see all of you, my dear. Tell me your safe words, hmm? Also, you preferred term of endearment while you are mine~"
Remus groaned and nearly buckled. “Slut,” he said instantly. “And, uh, colour system. This way.” He tugged Logan into his room with shaking hands. It was cleaner than usual, but Remus was still Remus, and there was clutter spread about that he simply hadn’t thought of until then.
Chuckling, he hums. "Perfect… my little slut~!" Giving another deep kiss in praise, he gently spanked Remus' ass. "Put some music on and strip for me, show your dom what he's working with~"
Remus hurried to plug his phone into his speakers with an excited grin.
Sitting on the bed, he hummed. "Make me want that ass more, my slut… "
Remus stripped for him, and it wasn’t exactly a tease so much as it was Remus impatiently tugging off his clothes and looking at Logan with wide, validation-seeking eyes.
Sliding his legs apart, showing the erection tenting his pants, Logan crooked his fingers. "Good boy… Help me out of my pants and you can suck me as a treat, my lovely one… I'm finishing in your sexy ass, though~ "
Remus bounded over and knelt between Logan’s legs, impatiently tugging at his jeans. He got them down to Logan’s knees, yanked his boxers down as well, and ducked down to take Logan into his mouth.
"Oh~!" Fingers tangled in the surprisingly soft hair, he moaned out. "Fuck, Remus~! Such a good little slut, aren't you~"
Remus whimpered around his cock, wanting to respond but not daring to pull off. Instead, he pushed deeper, taking all of him.
"Yes, you are… Swallow too, Rem… Want to fuck your throat~" Tugging at his hair, he guided the motion to slowly fuck his mouth.
Remus moaned happily and swallowed every few seconds, though mostly drool dripped down his chin. He let his mind float off, gripping Logan’s hips. Had he ever been in subspace before? He didn’t think so.
Humming, Logan grinned as Remus relaxed, taking over completely to fuck into his throat. "Such a good little slut… Earning a treat before the main event~"
Remus mumbled something unintelligible around Logan’s cock, eyes rolling back.
"Tap once for yes, two for no… Your mouth is full~!" Taking him deeper, he hummed, cutting off Remus' air a little more. Remus gagged and rubbed his cock against the blankets, hips stuttering. He tapped hard, once. Logan grinned, thrusting faster. "Going to cum for master, my slut~? Only after I feed you the treat you've earned… Master cums first unless you have permission~!"
Remus whined and tapped along Logan’s hips in two-tap intervals, hips hunching.
"You beg so prettily… How can I refuse~? Cum for me, Remus~ " Using his mouth and throat, he moaned out, watching Remus fall apart.
Remus sobbed out as he came, nails digging into Logan’s hips. He didn’t pull off, as much as his throat spasmed and his back ached.
Stroking the soft hair, Logan moaned, tugging to warn Remus as he came hard. "Oh, fuuuuck~"
Remus inhaled sharply and nearly choked, but forced himself to swallow it down with watery eyes, his cock already hardening back up.
Petting him in apology, Logan moaned out, "Sorry, my slut… Couldn't hold back with the way you came apart for me~!"
Remus leaned into his pets with a little whine. “It was good,” he rasped, “I liked it.”
Stroking Remus' face, he wiped away the tears, encouraging him up to his lap. "I'm glad… "
Remus kissed him sloppily, hands rested on his chest. “Need you, master,” he mewled.
Kissing back, he grinned, petting the wiggling sub. "Mmm, let me get a condom and finish stripping as you present for me, sweetie… I'll let you pick whether you see me or I take you from behind~"
Remus bounced out of his lap with an excited giggle, flopping onto his tummy and tucking his knees underneath him. It was the best position he’d ever tried— He’d never felt anyone deeper.
Logan laughed as he saw the plug, giving Remus a squeeze. "Good boy… Do you always wear the plug or is that special for tonight~?"
He flushed deep red. He’d honestly forgotten he had it in… “Mostly just for tonight, but, um… Sometimes, you know…”
Nodding, he stroked the amazing ass presented to him, sliding on a condom and kneeling up. "You need to feel full, claimed? It's okay, my slut…"
Remus clenched and forced up a manic grin to push away the tightness in his chest. “Nah, I’m just a cockslut! Get going?”
Humming, he slid his cock over Remus' crack, teasing the plug as he tugs his hair to pull him into a kiss. "Mmm, it's okay if it's both, Rem… I'm definitely down for this to be a repeatable event if you are~ "
Remus can’t help it slip out, in a pathetic little whimper: “I’ve been that good?”
"Yes, Rem…. so good~" Removing the plug as they make out, he pressed in slowly.
Remus whimpered and buried his face in the pillows. “Ah… Yes, master, so good!”
Kissing at Remus’ neck, he took the slim hips with a moan, slowly bottoming out and starting to thrust. "So good for me, my pretty slut~! Oh, Remus~ "
“Master!” Remus cried out, thrusting back against him. “Master, harder!”
Growling, he nipped at Remus' neck, thrusts speeding as his fingers tighten on Remus' hips, bucking into him wildly. "Fuuuck, oh yesss… take my cock, slut~!"
Remus’s legs fell open and he sobbed into the pillow, coming without warning with a little shout.
Nipping his ear, Logan growled, fucking him through the high without pause. "Mmm, that good, hmm~? Break for me, slut… Shout my name for the entire building to hear~!"
“Logan!” He whined, squirming and gripping onto the sheets. “Ah, Logan, please! Too- Too much!”
Bending to press deeper, Logan chuckled in his ear. "Unless you use a color you will take it exactly as I give it to you, slut~!"
Remus let out a high whine and thrusted back into him wildly. “I’m sorry, master!”
"That's a good boy~! Submit to your master, slut… " Working him to that edge again, he eased back when he felt those clenches. "You're mine for as long as I desire to give you my cock and attention~!"
Remus drooled on the pillow as he took Logan’s cock, whimpering. He’d lay himself out for Logan every ten minutes if he asked him to. He realized with a deep fear settling in his stomach that he would do absolutely anything for Logan, just to keep him around.
Nuzzling his neck and shoulders, Logan spanked him. "Stay in the now even when you're floating, slut… focus~!"
“Sorry,” he gasped, “I’m sorry, master!”
Taking a moment to kiss his ear, Logan hummed. "I know…. Just don't want to lose you to the past or bad thoughts… Stay here, feel good with me, Rem~!"
“Yes, sir! It’s so good! Can I please come again, please please?”
Grinning, he sped his thrusts again. "Clench for me, make me cum and you can cum with me, Rem~"
Remus clenched down with a whimper, the pillow under his face soaking wet.
Moaning out, Logan thumbed him open wider, watching him take his cock deep. "On three, pet…. One… Two…" Remus gasped and fought desperately to hold on. Pressing in deep, he slammed against Remus’ prostate, and came with a moan. "Three~"
Remus came with a sob and a shout of Logan’s name and title, pressing his face deep in the pillow.
Janus paused with his hand on their front doorknob. Logan…? Is that Remus?!
Logan moaned out and grinned, burning the noise and feeling of Remus coming, laid out under him, into his memory as he filled the condom. He kissed and marked Remus up, hips slowly moving to ride the high. "Oh, gods! Remus, such a good boy~"
Remus moaned brokenly, his knees giving out to leave him flat on the mattress. “Master,” he managed.
Logan stroked Remus' face and tipped it for a kiss, shifting their positions to settle him in his lap after pulling out and discarding the condom. "Good boy, such a good boy… So proud of you! Show master where the water is, sweetie?"
“Kitchen,” he mumbled, blushing bright red at the praise. “You can just leave me at the table, I can take care of it.”
Frowning, he shook his head, picking him up for more cuddles and heading for the bathroom instead. "No… You're worthy of aftercare, my dear one…"
“What?” Remus buried his face in Logan’s shoulder. “You don’t have to. I can handle it.”
Petting him with a hum as he filled a glass, he smiled. "Remus… Look at me? I would be a terrible dom of I EVER left a sub without aftercare… and I am not that kind of person. You are worthy, and you were such an amazing boy for me!"
Remus covered his face. “Thank you, master,” he whispered.
Nuzzling, he smiled. "You're welcome… Show me your face, dear? You need to drink some water…"
Remus obeyed, drinking all the water Logan gave him. He didn’t realize how dry his throat was.
Stroking his cheek, he smiled, refilling the glass and offering it again. "Good… More. Relax into me, sweetie… Enjoy the care…"
Remus had never had aftercare before. He decided he enjoyed it. “Yes, sir,” he mumbled, sipping some more water. Then, as quietly as possible, “I’m hungry…”
Nuzzling, he smiled. "In a moment, dear…" Taking a cloth, he dampened it, cleaning them up a bit. "I know you said your roommate was unlikely to return, but… at least a blanket for you?”
“He’s seen me naked before. I sleep naked, and sleepwalk.”
Chuckling, he nuzzled lightly. "Mmm, for me then? Warmth and softness feels good as you come back to earth after a session, dear."
“Yes, sir.” He blushed and nuzzled back into him. “Anything you want.”
Heart clenching, he sighed. "You're so sweet…" Lifting again, he carried Remus back to retrieve a blanket, making him into a burrito. "Tell me what you're hungry for?"
“Waffles,” he said instantly. “I have frozen ones in the freezer. They’re blueberry.”
Nodding, he scooped Remus into his arms after slipping his boxers on, missing the sound of the other bedroom door shutting carefully. "Waffles it is, then. Butter, syrup? Perhaps some time I can make you fresh ones~?"
“We don’t have a waffle maker,” Remus said sadly.
Humming, he lifted his chin. "Ah, but I do… That was an invitation to my place, for next time~"
He lit up. “Okay!” He grinned and pecked his lips. “Sure!”
Kissing back softly, Logan laughed, and got started making the waffles. "Wonderful! You're entirely too precious to be just one night… "
Remus sniffled and forces his grin to stay up. “No… You’re probably just desperate.” He laughed. “I’m an easy fuck, you don’t have to pretend I’m not!”
"Remus…" Cupping his face, he sighed. "Was it easy to see that we had a common interest in hooking up, yes… However, I also admire your keen mind. I was attracted right off the bat, but I would like to see more of you. As friends, or friends with benefits, or more if that's where the path leads us…"
Remus’ grin faltered as he met Logan’s eyes. It took all he has not to burst into tears— What a shitty, pathetic way that’d be to end their night. “Do you wanna… Sleep over?”
Gathering him into a hug, he smiled. "If your roommate is okay with it, sure. How about a movie night and cuddles?"
He grinned. “I have a lot of movies! I’m sure Jan-Jan won’t mind, he’s super laid back.”
Arching an eyebrow, he chuckled. "Must be if he lets you call him that… But I have an idea that you'd call him nicknames even if he said not to?"
Remus pouted. “Nicknames are my love language.” He hesitated, fiddling with his fingers. “Do you… Not want me to call you nicknames?”
Humming, he lifted Remus' face. "Don't magnify my fond tease to an expression of dislike, Rem… I don't mind one bit!"
Janus listened near the door of his room, debating on going to the kitchen as his stomach twisted into knots. What is this feeling… Jealousy, but of whom?!
“Okay,” he mumbled with a cute smile. His stomach growled loudly.
Chuckling as the toaster sprung the waffles up, he stole a kiss. "Now… Butter, syrup, or both… And yes I will be cutting them up and feeding you while you sit on my lap, my pretty little one!"
He blushed bright red. “Y-yes, sir… Both, please…”
Logan slathered them up, cutting them for him as he slid Remus over into his lap. "Looks good, hmm? Open up!" Remus opened, hands rested on Logan’s chest. Logan smiled as he fed him gently. "Such a good boy!"
“No,” Remus whined. “Nuh-uh.”
Kissing his cheek, he smiled sadly. "Why not?"
Remus looked away with a little shrug. “You’ve seen it.”
Tipping his chin back to feed another bite, he hummed. "Pretend I'm an idiot. Explain to me why you're not a good boy deserving of praise?"
Remus hesitated. “Do I have to?” He asked in a small voice.
"No, you don't have to… I'm too curious for my own good sometimes." He stroked Remus’ cheek. "However, if you want to talk about things, I will listen. I’ll try to make you feel better."
For the millionth time that night, Remus could cry. “Shut up,” he mumbled with a sniffle.
Smiling, he cuddled Remus close. "It is okay to use me as a literal shoulder to cry on, Rem… No judgement."
“I don’t need to cry,” he insisted.
Breathing out, Janus decided to make his presence known, stepping into the kitchen as if summoned by the lie. "Whyever wouldn't you? Crying is healthy and a good release…"
Jumping a little, Logan cleared his throat. "Indeed…" Janus is his roommate? Oh, gosh.
Remus’ heart dropped. “Jan-Jan? When- How long have you been home?” His skin crawled in embarrassment. The dried tears still stuck to his face from earlier, wrapped in a blanket, and sat on a boy’s lap… He probably looked pathetic.
Smiling, Janus stroked his hair lightly. "Mmm, if you're asking if I heard you two making friends… I did… I'm a tad jealous, he's cute…"
Logan blushed softly. "Remus is adorable indeed…"
Remus’ face turned bright red. He buried his face in Logan’s shoulder. “Sorry, Janus… We wouldn’t have been so loud if we knew you were home.”
Logan pet him softly, embarrassed, but chose to focus on Remus, helping him hide.
Janus sighs softly, flushing lightly. "Remus… It's okay. Truly.” Then, he mumbled, “It covered up my moans nicely…"
Remus blinked. “Huh?”
Logan chuckled. "I believe we gave him, uh, motivation to touch himself, my dear…."
Janus nodded, blush deepening. "The nerd's right… "
It didn’t quite compute in Remus’ head, until he forced it to make sense with a nod. “Logan is a really good dom, isn’t he?” He blushed and looked up at Logan. He was so handsome, and hot, and commanding… He didn’t blame Janus for wanting him, too.
Janus resisted the urge to facepalm. "He did seem to elicit quite a reaction from you…" Damnit, you dense man! I wanted to be him, not fuck him!!
Logan laughed softly. Oh my… Janus has a crush on Remus…
“He made me waffles,” Remus said with a delighted grin. “And he’s been really sweet afterwards… If you two hit it off, maybe he can make you feel good, too, Jan-Jan! Have you ever had aftercare before?”
“You- You’ve never had aftercare before?! How?!” Janus tripped over his words, looking over Remus and stroking through his hair. “We can get a waffle maker… Do you want more?”
Logan muffled a laugh, stealing a bite before offering Remus more. "I know, right? I want to find those negligent doms…"
Together they finished with a low growl, "-and beat some sense into them!"
Remus, startled, looked between the two of them and wilted. “Is it… A common thing?” He managed.
Cuddling Remus, Logan nodded. "It is supposed to be… As it was explained to me, a dominant partner takes the power gifted by the submissive to make their scene reality, but aftercare is the return of that power?"
Janus nodded. "It also gives the pair time to relax, make sure that both are okay? Especially if there was a lot of degrading language or impact play, sometimes a dom needs reassurance that they didn't go too hard, and the sub is truly okay."
Remus nodded slowly. He wanted to explain that he didn’t need that, not really… But he didn’t want to. He yawned and curled into Logan’s chest, nuzzling up under his chin.
Smiling, Logan petted his hair and offered another bite of waffle. "Even if you think that you don't need it, it's a good thing for both scene partners, Rem."
“Mm,” he mumbled. “Jan-Jan, we were gonna watch some movies, do you want to join? You don’t have any early classes tomorrow, do you?” Remus glanced at the clock. It was getting close to 11.
Janus hummed thoughtfully. "I have a ten o'clock… But I think one movie would be alright."
“Yay!” Remus doubted he could even stay awake for longer than one movie, so that was perfect. He nuzzled into Logan again then stood on wobbly legs, and nearly fell over.
Logan chuckled and scooped him up with a soft kiss. "I think I broke your legs, Rem~!"
He giggled and blushed, looking over at Janus. “Whoops.” This is so embarrassing… What does Janus think of me now?
Janus snorted, reaching over to stroke Remus' cheek. "It is a good look on him…. Being cared for. Just relax, Remus… I'll make sure he doesn't do anything stupid."
If Remus could blush brighter, he would. Since moving in with Janus, he had seen every form of not-self care Remus took part in, ranging anywhere from unhealthy meals, skipping classes, and degrading comments about himself. Janus always made a fuss, but Remus didn’t think he meant it that strongly.
Nodding, Janus grabbed a blanket and the remote, working with a blushing Logan to get them settled with Remus in the middle, draped over Logan's chest. "Indeed… you just lay on me and relax, Rem…"
“Yes, sir,” he breathed before he could really think about it, eyes fluttering shut as he snuggled into Logan’s chest.
Logan's heart squeezed as he kissed Remus on the head, not noticing Janus frown in jealousy. Why is it him that gets you to relax and take my advice on care… Remus, why not me?!!
Remus only lasted halfway through the movie before passing out, little snores blowing out his mouth.
Janus inspected his nails, refusing to let his anger seep into his hushed voice as he asked, “So I assume you guys are dating now?”
Stiffening, Logan finished tucking Remus into bed and turned, voice cold and hushed. "Shall we discuss in the living room so we won't disturb him?"
Janus rolled his eyes but obeyed, leading Logan into the kitchenette and starting on a mug of coffee.
Following after retrieving his clothes and dressing, Logan took a mug and sipped. "We hadn't discussed anything like that… And I don't think he's ready. He was certain that this was a one night hookup and that I would leave after. I intend to work up to at least friends with benefits, but I assume you want him as well?"
Janus stiffened. “Remus is my best friend, nothing more. Wouldn’t dating him prove that he’s more than just a hookup to you? What do you mean ‘he’s not ready?’” He scoffed. “I see the way he looks at you— Hell, I see the way he looks at everyone. He’s just waiting for a boyfriend to drop into his lap. Are you sure it’s him that’s not ready, or were you just not prepared for the commitment?”
Growling softly, Logan's fingers tightened on the mug. "He's not emotionally ready… I wouldn't want to take advantage of that raw need! Do I want him to be mine, definitely! He's a lovely submissive, but he didn't even know about aftercare! He needs friends first, an education on what it would mean for him… I want his informed consent, not a moldable puppet, Janus!"
Janus didn’t seem convinced. “And somehow you believe that’s impossible to do in a committed relationship… That’s fine. Keep dragging him along. I’ll be here when you’re not.”
Logan sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Fine, I'm terrified that I'm not enough for him. I saw how he looked at you, too… You can't tell me that he doesn't want both of us!"
Janus looked at him in surprise, then sighed as well. “Don’t fool yourself, Logan. He wants anybody who gives him the smallest bit of attention. He doesn’t actually want either of us.”
He tapped the table with a deep frown. "That's a fair observation… Hence my reservation to commit and then have him run to the next person. However, if it were you, I wouldn't mind sharing, perhaps."
Janus’s face turned pink. He sipped his coffee and then turned away, busying himself with cleaning up. “You don’t have to say that. He chose you.”
Smirking, he smacked Janus’ ass lightly. "Perhaps…. I can't say I haven't looked at you, either~!"
Janus whipped around with a jump, face red. For the first time since Logan’s met him, he was flustered. “Wh- What?”
Adjusting his glasses, he hummed. "I had assumed you were far too dominant to attempt to obtain, but now I'm uncertain. Remus believed you were jealous of him…"
Janus crossed his arms over his chest and sneered. “Remus is an idiot. He’s the most dense man I’ve ever met.”
"Is he? Or is that you?" Stepping in closer, he watched the reactions of the other man as he closed him in against the counter.
Janus’s eyes flitter around, landing on somewhere close to Remus’ room. “What does it matter? Has Remus told you he’s okay with not being exclusive?”
"We didn't discuss our relationship as yet… I know I'm poly and pan… But I need to talk with him. If he agrees, what say you, Jan-Jan~?" Reaching out, he stroked Janus' cheek softly.
Janus barely stopped himself from melting into the touch. “We’ll see,” he mumbled, looking away.
"Agreed, but know that I'm open to the idea?" Petting softly when he doesn't get a flinch, he smiled.
Janus brushed his hand off and stepped away. “You should get back to him,” he murmured. “He’ll freak if he wakes up.”
Nodding, he stepped back, heading back to Remus. "Sleep well, Janus…"
“Thanks,” he muttered, and hurried to his room.
When Logan went back into Remus’ room, Remus shot upwards and poorly tried to wipe away the tears before they could be seen. “Jan-?”
"Oh, dear…" Sliding into the bed after sliding out of his clothes, he hummed, taking Remus in his arms. "I'm sorry, Rem, I believed you to be asleep and didn't want to bother your rest."
Remus snuggled into his chest. “I’m okay,” he promised. His face was still wet. “I thought you left?”
"I promised to stay the night, dear… Janus simply wanted a chat." Stroking his hair, he encouraged Remus to cuddle, wiping the tears.
“Oh…” Remus kissed his cheek. “I hope you’re getting along. Janus is my best friend.”
Smiling, he nuzzled lightly. "I know, dear… He was very concerned about us, this, uh, relationship… What do you want us to be, my dear?"
Remus hesitated. “I want whatever you want.”
He stroked Remus’ hair as he thought. "I don't want to take advantage of you… You're beautiful, and I want to take care of you, but I worry that you need more balance than a one on one relationship. Now, I am polyamoirous and pansexual, so… you simply need to communicate your needs. Do you want me to be your dominant, your boyfriend?"
Butterflies practically exploded in Remus’ stomach. “You want to be boyfriends?” He asked excitedly.
Cupping his face, he smiled and lifted Remus’ to meet his eyes. "I would be honored to be your boyfriend, Remus,” he said firmly, “if you'll have me?"
Remus nodded frantically, and kissed Logan messily. Kissing back with equal fervor, Logan’s fingers slid into his hair to guide the kiss. Mine~
Remus whimpered and wrapped his arms around Logan’s waist. “I’m so glad I met you,” he breathed out.
Snuggling Remus close, he nodded, kissing his forehead. "Me too, my precious."
Kinktober Day 5 - Bondage
Analogical
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“Look at you, presenting yourself nice and needy for me.”
The low voice was right in Virgil’s ear, and a small whine slipped past his throat. He turned his head to follow the sound, the blindfold over his eyes blocking out all light, but try as he might he couldn’t pinpoint Logan’s position. A touch of cool fingers trailing down his back made him arch forward slightly, heat pulling in his belly and he tugged uselessly at his arms, unable to tug them free from the binding holding them over his head. “Please...”
Logan hummed softly, footsteps coming to a stop in front of Virgil, and he heard him shifting to crouch down in front of him. “Please? What is you want, dearest?”
“Touch me...”
A hand reached out to trail fingers along his face, tracing his jaw and down his neck, thumb coming to rest on his thundering pulse point. “Like this?” Virgil shook his head, opening his mouth to protest, when the hand moved further down, trailing along his chest to tease a nipple, pulling a light moan from him. “Or like this?”
“You know what I want.” Virgil’s voice was beginning to sound faint to his own ears, no matter how much demanding he tried to put in it. He shifted on his knees, pushing his hips forward with a small whine. “Please.”
He knew he should feel vulnerable like this, tied up, blindfolded, and naked while his boyfriend was still fully clothed, but he didn’t. He knew it wouldn’t stay that way, and as cool fingers teased along his hard cock, he knew he was going to have to work for what he wanted. He wasn’t above begging, and Logan sure did love to see him desperate for it before he would eventually give in.
Virgil likes knives, they look pretty and dangerous, but when it’s his own boyfriend, Logan, holding them against his skin in the bedroom then they become much more arousing than he previously thought.
Summary: Janus and Logan are both in love with Remus, it’s just a matter of who can convince Remus of their feelings first.
Trigger warnings: NSFW, real hardcore insecurity, not the healthiest habits, rough sex, being caught (kind of, they’re not walked in on), mention of abusive and negligent past exes who neglected proper BDSM rules, some very rude degrading self talk, sl*t as an endearing term, pretty heavy pet play, Janus is a brat
Genre: Hurt/Comfort smut (Sub Remus, dom Logan, switch Janus), intruloceit
Written by: Virgil & Claire
Edited by: Virgil
A/N: One more after this! It’s more of an epilogue. <3 Also! I’ve been having trouble with read mores lately, so pls lmk if it doesn’t show up ~Virgil
Remus’ hand was warm and soft in Janus’, and completely restless. Remus bounced excitedly. Janus was… In a sort of daze, not quite caught up with reality.
"Remus wanted to make a stop on the way, but…” Logan glanced over his shoulder at them. “If we're adding J, maybe a postpone on the collar, pet?"
He pouted. “O-okay…”
“Why postpone the collar?” Janus held Remus closer.
"You're okay with getting a collar for him, some toys? I didn't want to assume, but…" Logan nibbled his lips. Both of you in collars… Hands bound and waiting orders~
“Well, I certainly don’t like this look on his face.” Janus tapped Remus’ nose. “You want your collar tonight?”
Remus nodded sheepishly. “If that’s okay.”
"Very true…" Cupping Remus' face, he smiled. "If my pup wants a collar, a collar he shall have… Kiss?"
Remus kissed him excitedly, and pulled away quickly to throw open the door. “C’mon, c’mon, can we go?”
Chuckling, he nodded, offering Janus his arm. "Shall we, dear? The pup is anxious to go…"
Janus took his arm with a little, embarrassed nod. “Yes, I’m ready.”
"Good boy…" Patting the hand on his arm, he followed Remus out, offering the other hand to him.
Remus took his hand as Janus spluttered a bit, blushing. “That is not…”
Grinning, Logan winked. "Shhh… It's okay, J!"
Janus scowled and climbed into the backseat, letting Remus take the front.
Bending to steal a kiss, Logan sighed. "Janus… Did I say something wrong, dear?"
He crossed his arms over his chest and shrugged.
"I'm sorry…. How can I make it right?" Tapping the steering wheel, he sighed. I want you both happy, Janus.
“He’s just being a drama brat,” Remus giggled, “isn’t that right, Jan-Jan?”
“Fuck off,” he grumbled, face pink.
"Oh… You scared me a moment, Janus!!" A soft smile breaking, he sighed. "I don't want to lose either of my precious boys!"
They both blushed bright red, Remus squealing and kissing Logan’s knuckles, Janus scowling and looking out the window.
Turning to driving, he stroked Remus gently. "Should we get him something pretty too, Rem? You're getting a collar…"
“Yeah!” Remus turned back to grin at Janus, and Janus couldn’t help but return it. “You deserve something pretty, too, Jan!”
"Both of you pick whatever you want, okay? No kink shaming… Just love!" Grinning happily, he hummed as they made their way to the shop, parking the car.
“Yes, sir!” Remus giggled and grabbed Janus’ hand as they walked into the store.
Walking behind them, Logan grinned, coming up to take Janus' other hand. "Stay close to one of us at all times, my pup… I don't want to lose either of you."
“Good luck keeping him from wandering,” Janus chuckled. He reached out and grabbed Remus’ shirt as he got distracted by something, pulling Remus back to the group.
"Collar and leash set will certainly help…" Reaching out, he took Remus' hand.
Remus flushed deep red and glanced back at him. “Yeah?”
Janus shifted awkwardly and grinned. “What, do you like that idea, little pup?” Janus wasn’t actually surprised. He’d seen plenty of Remus’ magazines spread around the apartment.
"I think he likes the idea of someone else holding the reins… Would you heel for me if requested? Should we train you to commands~?" Stroking Remus' cheek, he kissed him softly.
Remus moaned softly, kissing him back. Janus tugged on the back of his shirt. “Let’s go look at the leashes,” he said eagerly.
One arm around Remus, Logan nodded, leading them over. "Indeed… Perhaps one for each of us? He can choose who he wants to guide him at that time?"
“God, you really do have money, huh?” Janus rubbed down Remus’ back. “Go on, go crazy.”
Remus wasted no time in obeying, rushing over to the selection and trying each of them.
Logan nodded as he watched. "I have quite enough to support all three of us, yes. What do you want, Janus?"
“I’m okay,” he said instantly. “I don’t need anything.”
Gently taking Janus by the chin, Logan hummed. "Tell me, baby? You've been so good… Let daddy get you a treat?"
Janus flushed deep red and looked away. He forced a little scoff. “Don’t patronize me. What happened to thinking I was too dominant for you?”
He pulled Janus into his arms, holding him gently. "The way you seem to want to melt into my arms and be protected… It makes me want to cuddle and protect you, give you everything that I can."
Janus hated that he said that, only because Janus did exactly that: Melt into his arms, nuzzle into his neck, all without his own permission.
“I’m not a sub,” he grumbled, but it wasn’t all too convincing. “You can try to collar me, but it won’t be easy.”
"I don't want to collar you, love… Remus needs it, the structure. You, you're a precious jewel because you want support but not control. We share~" Kissing his cheek, he hummed.
Janus shuddered. “I don’t need anything,” he mumbled.
“Janny! Look!” Remus bounded forward with two collars in hand and thrusted them out. “This one has spikes!”
Chuckling, Logan released Janus to let him coo over Remus, smiling. "Perhaps a dinner or just cuddling then, but do tell me if something does catch your eye, dear? Remus… Do you want them both, hun?"
He nodded excitedly. “This one for Janus!” He held up the spiked one, and the thrusted a soft velvet one in Logan’s direction. “And this one for you!” He practically vibrated with excitement as he whirled on Janus. “Which one are you getting?”
Janus faltered. “Uh…”
"He's getting the one that speaks to him, pet.. and that might not be in this shop." Stroking Remus, he smiled. "Which do you want, little one?"
Remus glanced between the two of them, and then decided his attention fully on Janus. “You’re not getting a collar?” He whined.
Janus hesitated. Remus stared up at him with wide, sad eyes. “Of course I’m getting a collar. Just waiting for Master here to pick one out.”
Remus immediately brightened up and put his in the basket, then rushed off to explore more.
Logan watched a moment before turning to Janus. "Do you want me to choose or are you just putting him off, lovely?"
“Just pick a collar,” he huffed.
Sliding an arm around Janus, he smiled, taking him to the faux leather section and picking up a black collar with a snake scale look and gold buckles. "I'd love to see you in this, baby~"
Janus blushed as he looked at the collar. “That looks pretty sick,” he mumbled.
"Classy and wild, just like you!" Stroking a thumb down Janus' cheek, he smiled, setting it in the basket.
“We should find Remus. Who knows what chaos he’s gotten himself into without supervision.” Janus looked away, but Logan didn’t miss the way he leaned into his touch.
Grinning, he nodded. "Of course, sweetheart… He was headed towards the paddles and crops."
Janus rolled his eyes with a fond laugh. “Of course he was.”
They found him staring at what may have been the most… Extra paddle Janus and Logan had ever seen in their lives. It looked like it could cause some real damage.
“Remus,” Janus said in concern, “have you ever actually engaged in pain play before?”
Remus looked at them with a blush and nodded. “Yeah!”
Janus crossed his arms over his chest, remembering Remus had never had aftercare before Logan. “Your partner hitting you in the middle of sex without negotiation first isn’t pain play.”
Remus’ smile faltered, just a bit. “Oh. Well, then no, not technically.”
Humming, Logan gave Remus a squeeze. "We can talk about what you like, okay, darling? Things like this can actually damage you if you're not careful, and you deserve to be safe even if you want a little hurt with the pleasure."
Remus frowned in confusion. “Damage… Isn’t that the point?”
Janus dragged his hands down his face and sucked in a breath. He peeked at Remus between his fingers, eyes narrowed and cold. “Do you still have your ex’s numbers in your phone? Their addresses?”
Sighing, his hand clenching, Logan frowns. "Pup… The cornerstones of play are safe, sane, and consensual… That's why we talk, and consent is so important. Pain is okay only if you want it. Same goes for marks, restraints, all of it."
“But… I want whatever you want,” Remus mumbled.
Janus grabbed Remus’ hand and tugged him away. “If you really want to try it, we’ll start with something small. And you have to swear you’ll safe word if you don’t like it. Got it?”
Remus kissed Janus on the corner of the mouth. “Okay!”
Turning to the display, Logan hummed, testing a smaller paddle, trusting Janus to talk sense into the pup. "My lovely boy, it's good that you trust your partner, but we need you to give us feedback in both the good and bad, okay?"
Remus nuzzled into Janus’ neck, who held him like Remus was some sort of hurt angel. “Yes, sir.”
“We don’t want to actually hurt you,” Janus murmured. “It would… It would break my heart if I put you through pain. Please don’t let us.”
Remus finally seemed to understand the gravity of the situation. He frowned and looked between the two, shrinking in on himself. “Okay. I won’t. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it wasn’t…”
Hugging him gently, Logan nodded. "It's okay, baby. You didn't know… We're so glad that you're safe, and we want to keep it that way, okay?"
Janus hugged him from the other side. "You're a good boy."
Remus let out a little squeak and covered his face. “I’m not… Not a good boy,” he said, flustered.
Logan nuzzled him. "We see you as a good boy, our sweet pup… Let us show you how good and lovely you are, honey?"
Remus buried his red face in Logan’s neck. His legs were wobbly. “Nng…”
“Oh,” Janus smirked, “maybe we should finish up shopping before there’s a problem.”
Laughing, Logan nodded. "Leash, pet bed… I'm thinking a tail and ear set and some padded socks for when he wants to be a four legged pup…"
Remus rubbed his legs together with a little whine. “Can I put the bed by your desk?”
Janus ruffled Remus’ hair and kissed his cheek, tugging him towards the pet play section.
"I'm thinking one by my desk and one in the kitchen by your bowls so you can watch one of us cook for you, pup… Sound good?" Smiling, Logan followed them with the basket.
He nodded excitedly. He squealed as Janus picked him up and settled him on his hip. He kissed Remus’ nose, suddenly very angry that he hadn’t been doing this the entire time. He pulled Remus in for a close kiss, and swallowed down the fact that he loved him.
Sighing, Logan took another picture. "My lovely boys…"
Janus blushed and glowered at him. “Put your phone down,” he snapped, while Remus giggled and nuzzled into him.
Winking, Logan grinned, coming over to kiss them both. "I'll send you the picture!"
Janus’s glare deepened, but he didn’t oppose. He set Remus down with a kiss to the top of his head. “Go pick out some things, baby boy.”
Remus wasted no time, excitedly perusing the selection, occasionally picking some things out.
Hugging Janus lightly, Logan smiled. "He's so happy…"
“I’ve never seen him this happy,” Janus admitted, trying not to sound frustrated.
"Because we're both here… And he's getting away from his toxic parents. I pushed and gave the way, but you got him here, sugar. Thank you." Kissing his cheek, he gave Janus a squeeze.
Janus rolled his eyes. “Don’t patronize me. It was all you, you don’t have to pretend.”
Tipping his face with a frown, Logan sighed. "I'm not patronizing. He was singing your praises while you were out today, telling me how you set schedules, made him healthy food, encouraged him to rest and study… You kept him alive, baby. I'm very grateful for your loving care of our boy!"
Janus shrugged a little, but didn’t deny it anymore. Remus came back with a basket full of equipment, grin spread ear to ear.
Attention shifting, Logan grinned. "Show us what you got, puppy?!"
Remus happily took them through the leashes he found, the puppy ears and little outfits, and the big, fluffy bed. Janus was hardly surprised to see he’d snuck some baby bottles in there, too.
Ruffling his hair, Logan praised him. "Such a good boy, going to be even cuter all dressed up for your masters!" Remus squealed and threw himself into Logan’s arms. Scooping him up, Logan chuckled softly. "Such a good puppy, yes you are!"
Remus kissed along his neck, shaking with happiness. He hunched his hips a little.
“We should get going,” Janus said with a grin.
"Mmm, probably right, pup needs a full reward…" He nuzzled Remus, giving his ass a squeeze.
Janus took the baskets and followed them to the register. Watching what Janus' gaze lingered on, Logan picks up a few more things, adding in nipple clamps that are adjustable and petting a black and yellow outfit for a moment.
"What's your size, J~?"
Both boys glanced back, and Janus’s face flushed red. “Right. Like I’ll let you make me look like a bumblebee.”
“Medium!” Remus said excitedly. “But he likes things bigger, so get him an extra large!”
Janus pressed his hand to his forehead.
Snickering, he moved his hand back to the deep blue outfit behind it, getting an extra large for Janus. "Good to know!"
“Would you knock it off?” He whispered as the clerk giggled at them. “I don’t need anything!”
Kissing Janus' cheek, Logan adds it to the pile anyway. "Ah, but I want to treat you… Even if you don't need it, wear it for me, baby~?"
He crossed his arms over his chest and looked away. “Fine.”
Logan grinned wider. "Thank you, honey… It just felt wrong not getting you treats too."
Janus got into the backseat with the bags as Logan and Remus once again claimed the front. His heart rate quickened as he realized they were going to Logan’s home, unknown territory. Janus wouldn’t have the upper hand anymore.
Smiling back, Logan started towards his home again. "Do you want separate rooms for now, dears? Your own spaces as well as shared ones?"
Janus grimaced. “That’d be fine.”
Remus pouted. “Do we have to?”
"You don't have to, lovely, and it's okay either way. Janus can have his own space and you can be in my room and both are valid, sweet pup!" Squeezing Remus' knee, he hummed.
As Remus kissed Logan’s cheek, Janus wrapped his arms around himself and stared out the window.
Logan glanced back. "Janus? What activities other than debate interest you, dear one?"
He shrugged. “I like theatre. Music. Makeup and clothes.”
Smiling softly, he nodded. "I have a few rooms that I haven't done anything with… I was planning to make Remus an art space, would you be interested in some interior design?"
Janus straightened up and barely repressed a smile. “I suppose.”
"Perfect! I want this to be our home… Not just mine." He grinned, turning towards his home, pointing out good restaurants and parks as they got closer.
Remus giggled gleefully as Janus smiled. “I should call my parents!” Remus squealed, and before anyone could stop him, he whipped his phone out and dialed, putting them on speaker.
"Oh my…" Logan frowned, looking for a place to pull over just in case.
"Remus, darling…” a bland voice crackled through the phone, “I hope you have some good news, I was just on my way out to the salon!"
“I do! Where’s Dad?” Remus vibrated with excitement.
"Out to golf… Is it important? Have you finally been attending classes? Your grades are abysmal… How will we ever find you a job, a wife— You're just so unfocussed!"
Janus bit his lip to bite back the scathing responses. Remus wilted a little. It was okay, they’ll be proud! “No, I’m dropping out! I have a boyfriend— Two boyfriends! One of them is rich!”
Janus dropped his head in his hands. Oh, boy.
Squeezing Remus' knee, Logan cleared his throat as she inhaled. "Indeed… You won't be needing to pay his expenses any longer, we shall provide for our dear Remus."
"Who is this?! YOU RELEASE YOUR CORRUPTING GRASP FROM MY BOY NOW!!"
"Look to the issues covering the spring gala, madam, I'm sure you'll figure it out…"
“Wait, wait- Tell her your name!” Remus said in panic. “Your last name, what’s your last name again? Tell her!”
Logan’s family was famous, and successful… Surely being with him was ‘presentable’ enough, right?
Smirking, Logan nodded. "I am Logan Taylor… And I am your son's boyfriend. I will protect and love this precious man as well as I am able."
"Taylor?! As in the corporation?! Remus Alexander Duke! What have you done…" She trailed off in shocked sputters.
“You’re…” Remus swallowed and blinked frantically. “You’re not… Proud?”
Janus seethed in the back seat. He couldn’t have expected her to be happy he was dropping out of college, but her reaction to Logan? More fear than excitement? Just how did she view her son?
"I am shocked… I… We— We had appointments for you to meet some girls. I thought you agreed with our plan, honey." She tried to be placating, gentle, though it was clear she was fuming.
“I told you I don’t like girls,” he mumbled sadly.
Janus lurched forward and snatched the phone. “If you want to talk to your son, it can wait until you learn to act like a mother. Bye.” Janus hung up and tossed the phone to the side, face red and hands shaking.
Logan tugged Remus into a hug. "I'm sorry, baby… Maybe she'll come around? Either way you have us, and we support you."
Remus sucked in a breath and buried his face in Logan’s shoulder. “I just… I thought this is what she wanted. Is this not…”
"I'm sure if I were a rich woman she'd be thrilled, my sweet pup… If I had to guess, she jumped to you blackmailing me or some nonsense because it's what she would do. Do you want to be mine on your own terms, baby? It's what's important to me, your happiness, and Janus' happiness… Not hers, not anyone else's." Petting down his back, he reached for Janus as well.
Janus held Logan’s hand with pursed lips. Remus nodded. “You make me happy.”
Smiling, Logan hummed. "Then let's be happy, together… She'll calm and accept us, or she won't. Maybe your father will be better?"
Remus shrugged. “She’s the laid back one. I don’t… Really wanna talk to my dad.”
Sighing softly, Logan nodded. "Mmm, I volunteer my parents for cuddles and extra support?"
Janus grimaced. “You like your parents?”
Smiling softly, he nodded. "Want me to call them? Try that announcement again?"
Remus huddled into himself and shrugged. “Sure.”
“You don’t have to,” Janus insisted.
"True… Home and cuddles first maybe?" Stroking Remus, he sighed. "Want to hold you…."
“Are we almost home?” He asked quietly.
Janus’ heart ached. He already saw Logan’s place as home? What about all the months they spent together in their apartment?
"We're halfway between the apartment and my house… Which home do you want, baby?" Stroking Remus' cheek, he sighed, giving Janus a sad look. Janus looked away uncomfortable.
Remus frowned. “I thought we were going to your house.”
"That is my home, yes… I was just… You were with Janus for quite some time, wasn't that home? Or is it more the person that makes it home…" Humming, he petted Remus softly.
Janus blushed. “Shut up, Logan.”
“I just want to be with both of you.” Remus sounded confused. “Did I say something wrong?”
"No, pet, just clarifying…" Stealing a kiss, he started driving again, taking them to his house and parking in the garage.
Janus hesitated, but Remus jumped out with so much excitement that he couldn’t help but follow, wrapping an arm around his waist. Remus was the sweetest, cutest boy Janus had ever met— He would do anything for him.
Giving them a soft hug, Logan smiles. "Welcome to my home… Now our home!"
When they got inside, Janus held Remus close and looked around warily.
Logan flicked the lights on, starting a small tour and offering a hand for support. "Main floor is all common spaces, kitchen, living room, a pair of small rooms I think will work for an art area perhaps as well as maybe another office for Janus to do school work? Upstairs is three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and my office…"
Janus scowled. “Why do you have a four bedroom house to yourself? How old are you?”
“Why not?” Remus asked excitedly. “If I had enough money, I’d buy a castle!”
Janus sighed.
Logan hummed. "I am 28, and I mainly bought it to be able to be close to business and school but have space to myself. Also, there's a nice backyard. I like to garden."
“A lot of space,” Janus grumbled.
"Well, yes… But I wanted to plan for a family. Being pan, and poly… I was expecting at least two partners and hopefully children." He blushed. "As an only child I wanted something different?"
Janus’ face went pink and Remus giggled, poking Janus’ tummy. “Ohh, you found Janny’s soft spot!”
"Hmm? Oh! The family or the garden space? I was planning for a future with this place…” Coming over, he stroked his pink face. "I want to share it with those I care about."
“I don’t have a soft spot,” Janus managed, trying not to lean into Logan’s touch.
“It’s both,” Remus said helpfully, cuddling into Janus’ back.
Humming, Logan shifted to hug them both. "I have a soft spot for you two so… Don't be shy, my dear?"
Janus just shrugged, hiding his face in Logan’s shoulder. Remus kissed the back of his neck, and he shivered.
"You're beautiful… both of you. Welcome home, my lovely boys."
Janus could have melted right there, trying not to show how desperately he wanted to hide in Logan’s arms and never come out, to hold Remus close and force him to believe he’s loved. Remus bounced behind him with naive excitement, squealing and cooing at Logan.
Shifting to better hold Janus, Logan grinned, tugging Remus in better so they can both cuddle him. "Mmm, to the couch, babies?"
Janus held back a groan and nodded weakly. Remus gripped their hands and bounced after Logan to the living room.
Nuzzling, Logan sighed softly. "Perfect… Get your collar for me, pup?"
Remus lit up. “Okay! I’ll get Jan-Jan’s, too!”
He was out the room before Janus could protest. Now left alone with Logan, he stiffened marginally and tilted his head away.
Humming, Logan rubbed the stiff back. "You don't have to wear it until you ask for it, baby… I respect your choices. You're not a sub, you're a switch, yes?"
Janus blanched. The idea of asking for it was… Not favorable. He hesitated on an answer. “I’ve never subbed before,” he settled on. “Didn’t think it’d ever…” Be an option, “cross my path.”
Nodding, he kept the hold light and gentle as he settled behind Janus on the couch. "Understood… I won't ask for more than you're willing to give. Even if it's just hugs and kisses as we share the ball of energy that is our puppy, I'm willing to just be your support, Janus."
Janus smiled a little— Remus always made him smile. He pretended Logan didn’t make him feel the same way.
He looked over his shoulder, forcing himself to meet Logan’s eyes. “I can give whatever you need me to.”
Stroking his cheek, Logan nodded. "Be honest with me… Don't hide yourself, or guess what you think I want. I wish for partners that I can care for but also tell me when I'm wrong?"
Janus swallowed and dropped his gaze. “I don’t know what I want,” he whispered. “I just want you to…”
Lightly lifting his head, Logan smiled. "Kiss me, be with me… We'll figure out the rest as we go?"
Janus barely let Logan finish his sentence before leaning in and kissing him softly, arms crossed over his chest. Cuddling him into his arms, Logan moaned softly into the kiss, curling protectively around Janus. Janus gripped onto his shoulders and pressed closer, biting back his own soft sounds of pleasure.
Stroking down his back, he hummed into the kiss, nibbling Janus' lips for entrance. More, want to taste you, baby~!
Janus immediately obeyed, mouth dropping open and pushing his tongue into Logan’s mouth. Gasping, he squeezed Janus' ass, grinding gently as he twined their tongues.
Janus pulled away just enough to whisper, “If you’re going to have me submit, it won’t be easy.”
Voice husky, he purred, taking Janus' head to kiss down his throat. "Mmm, I don't mind one bit, baby… You're worth it~!"
Janus bit back a groan, tipping his head back. “Good luck.”
Licking a stripe to his ear, he chuckled. "Thank you, baby~!"
Janus dug his fingers into Logan’s shoulders, dragging his nails down Logan’s back.
Chuckling, Logan nipped his ear softly. "Making you feel good, baby~?"
Janus gasped a bit. “Take a guess.” He tangled one of his hands in Logan’s hair, tugging hard.
Licking his ear, he nibbled it again, before moving back to his neck. "I think you like it when I go vampire on your neck, baby~!"
“Is that what you think?” Janus managed. He dragged one hand down Logan’s chest, his stomach.
"Mmm…. among other things~!" Gently guiding him to a wall, he pressed Janus against it, lifting him up for more kisses and nips.
Any leverage Janus had been working up to vanished as Logan lifted him up. He let out a groan through clenched teeth and wrapped his legs around Logan’s waist, gripping his shoulders for stability.
Smirking, he stroked his thighs, grinding lightly. "Mine… My pretty baby~!"
Janus whined and squeezed his eyes shut.
Kissing his face softly, he hummed. "Look at me, darling one?"”
Janus cracked his eyes open, and met Remus’ eyes over Logan’s shoulder. Embarrassment curdled deep in Janus’ stomach and he almost made Logan put him down, but the way Remus stared at them, holding their collars, like Logan and Janus was everything he’d ever been waiting for—
He flicked his bleary gaze to Logan.
Cupping his face gently like he's memorizing every line, he hummed. "Don't be ashamed… I want you to feel good in my care, love~!"
Remus bounced over to them with a grin. He kissed Janus’s red cheek. “I have the collars! And my leash.” He smiled cutely.
Letting Janus slide down, he stole a deep kiss before taking Remus' face to kiss him as well. Remus giggled against his lips and kissed him back impatiently, and then pulled away and thrusted out the collars.
Taking them, he chuckled. "Eager pup… Kneel, my dear pet?"
Remus dropped to his knees hard enough for Janus to wince, looking up at the both of them with wide, shining eyes.
"Slower next time, puppy… No hurting yourself, hmm?" Cupping the eager face, he gently tipped his head and settled the collar on, snapping it into place and adding the leash.
Remus rubbed his fingers against the collar with a grin. “Jan-Jan?” He held out Janus’ with a hopeful smile.
Taking Janus' hand, he squeezed. "As you please, baby… Your choice."
Janus crossed his arms over his chest and grumbled, “You can do what you want,” but Logan didn’t miss the way he tilted his head back and presented his purpling throat.
Sliding a finger under the offered neck, he smiled, sliding the collar slowly around, giving time to back away. "Mmm, thank you, baby~!"
Janus felt the collar in a more tentative fashion than Remus did, his eyes lidded. He shakily dropped to his knees.
Petting them both, he encouraged them to lean. "There's my babies… I've got you, safe and sound."
Janus had to remind himself that it was just the two of them there, that no one could see him… Acting like this. He leaned into Logan’s touch while Remus giggled beside him.
"Only like this for me, baby… Just relax, let me care for you today, hmm?" Cupping the tenser face, he rubbed behind Remus' ears.
“Yeah,” Janus whispered as Remus melted and whined into Logan’s touch, “I’ll try.”
"That's all I want, little one… How about you curl up in the couch blankets, get them all ready and I'll get pup his knee socks, ears, and tail?"
Remus perked up, and Janus nodded, trying to ignore the fluttering in his chest. He stole the remote and curled up in the corner of the couch, stealing all the blankets, and finding his favourite show. Remus followed Logan excitedly.
Smiling, Logan scooped him up, making for the bags and settling the pup next to the table. "Strip, pet… Then lean over the table for your tail!"
Janus’ eyes widened and his face flushed. He pushed out the thought that he’s going to see Remus naked— Remus himself didn’t seem too shy. He did exactly as Logan asked, clothes flinging everywhere, and bent himself over the table. Janus kept his gaze firmly on the T.V.
Stroking his boy, he hummed, rubbing some lube into his hole as he started to stretch him for the plug. "Such a messy boy… You'll be picking that up with your teeth and making a pile under the table afterwards, pup."
Remus whined and started to protest, but Janus cleared his throat. He flicked his gaze to Remus for just a second, shifted under the blankets, and looked back at the T.V as he said, “Puppies don’t speak, unless I’m mistaken.”
"Quite correct. Pups may whine, bark, yip, howl, or growl… But no words, are we understood, my slutty little bitch~?"
“What’s your colour in regards to that, darling?” Janus asked, barely managing to keep his gaze away.
“Green,” Remus squeaked, eyes wide.
Smiling, Logan worked him with two fingers, humming. "That's a good pup…"
Remus whined and whimpered, thrusting back against him. Janus couldn’t tear his gaze away anymore; he took in all of Remus’ beautiful form, everything he’d been wanting to see for so long, and hunched his hips even as guilt settled in his stomach.
Humming, he beckoned Janus over. "Baby? Can you get me his ears?"
Janus hesitated. There was no way he could get up without them noticing how hard he was. “Get them yourself,” he said and moved his gaze back to the T.V.
"Come here, baby… Or I'll send pup to you. Maybe he can help you with your problem~?"
“I don’t have a problem,” he snapped. “Get it yourself.”
Settling the tail plug in, he hummed, sliding the padded socks into place. "Well, then… His mouth is amazing though~!"
Janus ignored him, face bright red as he burrowed further in the blankets. Snapping softly to get Remus to kneel again, Logan dressed him in green lingerie and set the ears in place, before whispering something to him. Remus grinned and bounded over to the couch. He leapt up and Janus yelped as Remus landed in his lap. He curled up and nuzzled his head into Janus’ tummy, who very, very slowly rested his hands on Remus’ arm and head. Remus nuzzled into him for pets, and Janus felt like he was going to explode.
Grinning Logan came over to watch. "Isn't he adorable?"
“Mhm.” Janus’ voice was strangled.
Remus whimpered and looked up at him with wide eyes. Janus brushed Remus’ hair back tentatively, and Remus smiled and nuzzled into his palm.
"Go on, pup… Make him feel even better~!"
Remus eagerly tugged at the blankets, Janus tensing. Remus stopped with his hands on Janus’ pants and frowned up at him.
“Colour?” Remus asked softly.
Janus melted a little. “You really want to do this?” Remus nodded. “...Green.”
Remus smiled and unbuttoned Janus’s pants, yanking them down the best he could before ducking his head. Janus let out a choked whine and tipped his head back.
"Good boys…" Smiling proudly, Logan leaned in and stroked Janus' face, kissing his cheek.
Any guilt Janus had felt melted away as Remus sucked his cock eagerly, and he leaned into Logan’s touch. “Remus,” Janus panted, bucking his hips.
"Just give his hair a tug when you're close… He likes to swallow, but also likes being painted~!" Rubbing at Janus' shoulders and face, he kissed more. "Watch him~!"
Just the thought of covering Remus in his come, marking him as Janus’, had him tangling his fingers in Remus’ hair and tugging hard. Remus whined and pulled off half way just in time for Janus to come, half in his mouth and half over his nose and cheek.
Janus whimpered as he stared down at Remus with lidded eyes. He only felt so incredible for a moment before the guilt crept back in.
“Oh my god, are you okay?” Janus whispered, frantically wiping away his come. “Use your words.”
“I’m okay!” Remus laughed kind of nervously, and grabbed one of Janus’ hands. “I’m okay. Master’s right, I like it. That was really fun!”
Taking one of Janus' hands, Logan hummed, licking it clean. "It's okay, baby…"
Janus shuddered, slipping his fingers into Logan’s mouth. Remus curled back up happily, not bothering to tuck Janus’ cock back away as he nuzzled into Janus’ stomach.
"Mmm, so delicious, baby… Almost jealous of the pup~!" Licking and sucking, Logan grinned.
Janus groaned and laid back, letting Logan do what he will with his fingers as Remus practically purred in his lap. He felt like he was in a dream. There was no way this was real.
Logan nibbled his palm. "Happy, baby~?"
He nodded dazily, and made a vague sound of agreement.
Stealing another kiss, Logan slid onto the couch, petting their pup and he kissed Janus deeply, content. Janus kissed him back with a sigh, fingers raking through Remus’ hair.
Smiling, Logan tucked Janus closer, stroking down his chest lightly. Mmm, my beautiful babies!
“I never thought I’d be here with you,” Janus mumbled, and after a moment of hesitation, “or him.” Remus had fallen asleep, snoring quietly and gripping onto Janus’s shirt.
"Mmm, same… But here we are and isn't it lovely?" Kissing Janus on the forehead, he smiled softly.
Janus squeezed his eyes shut as they welled with tears. “I’m sorry I… Acted, how I did. I was… Jealous. And upset.”
Petting him gently, he hushed Janus. "Baby, it's okay…. Really, it is."
Janus wiped his eyes and looked up, trying to keep his tears in. “I don’t deserve you two. Remus is… He’s so good, and you…”
Nuzzling, he hummed. "Baby, you're good, too. So good. One of the only people to out debate me, ever… You're a handsome, strong… Amazing man. I am lucky to have you and Remus at my side, baby!"
“You had to go through hell to get through to us,” Janus laughed weakly. “We’re both so stupid. You’re sure it was worth your energy?”
Nodding, he smiled. "So worth it… I would have no others at my side~!"
Janus kissed him softly. “Hopefully that lasts.”
Humming into the kiss, he nodded. "I want this to last, too… But even if something pulls us from a romantic relationship… I will always be your friend and supporter, Janus."
Janus wiped his eyes roughly. “Shut up,” he snapped.
Voice soft and fond, he hummed, taking his chin. "Never. I do not like falsehoods… Especially when it's about someone I love."
“You don’t love me,” he scoffed, pressing their foreheads together. “You barely know me. This whole thing…” He laughed wetly, “is ridiculous.”
"I am not in love with you yet, but I care for you deeply. I know that you are someone I want in my life, to get to know. Please let me care for you, Janus?" Touching the collar lightly, he smiled. "This is my promise, you are wanted. You are special and I want to date you. Your problems are mine, let me assist you with them. My arms are yours… Come to me when you have need or desire and I will catch you."
Part of him still believed this was some trick, that neither of them actually wanted him and they were putting him on. It probably wasn’t true, but if it was… Janus wasn’t so sure he cared.
He leaned into Logan’s touch and nodded, eyes fluttering closed. Stroking his hair, Logan sighed happily as they fell asleep in a cuddle pile.
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