Serve
Loginceit (Logan x Roman x Janus) Hypnovember 2020 Day Fifteen: Serve Warnings: master/servant and master/maid dynamic, body worship, blowjobs, handjobs, humping, grinding
Janus groans in bed as he hears Roman and Logan's bickering echo through the hall. Ever since moving his room to the light side, it'd been on and off arguing from the two of them specifically.
And Janus thought the dark side was loud! At least Remus was manageable! If Janus could come up with a weird enough distraction, he'd be able to guarantee himself at least a few hours of peace and quiet. But every time he's tried to separate Logan and Roman, Patton's pulled him away, lightly warning him not to bother playing mediator.
"It never works," Patton had warned him, a strained smile on his face. "They just need to... tire themselves out."
But right now, they were tiring Janus out. And from what he can decipher - while pressing a pillow firmly over his ears - it was over some miniscule thing. A misplaced remote or accidentally bumping into each other; all Janus could gleam was that a mountain was made out of a molehill, and now Logan and Roman's quarrel was reaching past the thick walls of his room.
Despite how comfortable he is in bed, Janus drags himself out of it, pushing his feet into soft slippers as he opens the door to his room and grimaces when the argument becomes ten times louder.
He follows the source of the noise until he comes to the main room, where both Roman and Logan are up and shouting at each other. Roman's teary-eyed, and Logan's red in the face. Their shouting persists until Janus clears his throat, where immediately their argument dies down. Roman's hands are curled into fists. Logan's hands hit against the side of his thighs. Both of them glare daggers at Janus, although both of them are attempting to remain calm.
"What do you want?" Roman asks, voice cracking as he turns so that both Logan and Janus are in his field of view. He's clearly trying to hold back a sob.
"For you two to be quiet," Janus bitterly answers.
Logan scoffs. "Yeah. I'd prefer that too. Unfortunately, it's seemingly in Roman's nature to get loud and dramatic."
"Dramatic?" Roman repeats, hissing as his head whips back towards Logan, whose creased eyebrows signify he's more than ready for another fight. "I'd hardly call my reaction 'dramatic!' You're the control freak!"
"Maybe I wouldn't have to be such a control freak if I could rely on you to do your job right the first time!"
"You're such a-"
Janus groans as their fighting swells back up, going back to shouting barely-understood insults and red-faced defenses as they accuse and verbally assault each other until they both look like they might cry. Ultimately, Janus is unamused.
He lets them go at it for a few more minutes, almost giving up and heading back to the dark side to beg Remus for his old room back, but thankfully gets an idea before he has to sacrifice his dignity.
"Boys," Janus calls, before clearing his throat and shouting "boys!" upon being ignored. The increase in volume has them both looking over, more than annoyed at Janus's interjection.
"What?" Logan seethes, teeth gritted.
Roman just stares at Janus, blinking back angry tears.
"You're being loud," Janus repeats, before taking in a deep breath, "for truly no reason. I have the answer to your argument. But you two have to be open and comfortable to hearing it. Okay?"
"We're not children, Janus," Logan states, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm sure we can handle your reasonable deduction." He raises his chin, seemingly confident that Janus will be on his side despite Janus still not really knowing the source of their argument. They were too angry at each other to tell him, after all.
"For once, Logan's right," Roman replies, taking a jab at the logical side. "Go ahead and answer."
"Alright, but I implore you both to make eye contact with me while I tell you, okay? Eye contact is very important to me, and it's the least the two of you could do after all your ruckus."
Roman rolls his eyes, and Logan frowns, but out of respect for Janus (and hope that Janus will be on their side if they listen), they both look into Janus's eyes. And once Janus feels they're concentrated, he activates his spirals.
Immediately, Roman's shoulders slump and Logan's eyes widen, but neither of them are capable of pulling their heads away. And with the waves of relaxation pouring over them, neither of them really wanted to.
As soon as Janus sees their tension melt away, he lets out a sigh of relief, and shakes his head back and forth, though makes sure the spirals in his eyes are never away from them for two long.
"The two of you really do have a messy relationship," Janus mutters, as he wonders what to do with them.
The hypnosis to get them to stop fighting was really the bare basics of his plan. He could just put them to sleep, but that wouldn't guarantee tomorrow wouldn't become the same quarrel again. The best he could do was figure out a way to patch their noticeably rocky relationship with each other, but how could he do that in a way that was equally as efficient as it was fun? Hm.
Janus stares at them, thinks for a moment, and then smiles.
"Let's go up to my room, okay? I promise you two, it'll be for the best."
***
"Logan, dear? My room is absolutely filthy, wouldn't you agree?"
In reality, Janus's room was rather tidy, minus a few loose pieces of clothing strewn about his floor. Still, Logan nods, leaning against Janus affectionately as Janus runs his hand down Logan's back, beneath his skirt, and then up again.
Logan's own polo and jeans were amongst the fabric on the ground, as Janus had stripped him bare and dressed him up to his own liking. He encouraged Roman's tranced mind to think of the prettiest, sluttiest maid dress he could envision, and create it to Logan's measurements. Moments later, Roman had summoned a rather cute, rather short uniform that fit Logan smugly. The only critique would be that the white thigh-highs Logan had on were a touch too tight, causing his fat upper legs to bulge at the sock's end. However, Janus suspects Roman did that on purpose, and so doesn't dare complain.
Roman's clothes were also on the floor, though he hadn't been dressed up in anything spectacular. Instead, he had been stripped down to his boxers, and left like that. It wasn't an unusual way for him to look - showing off his muscular chest and toned legs first thing in the morning under the ruse that "his room was hot," but Janus much preferred when he wasn't constantly flexing.
When Roman was relaxed, his muscles were much softer, becoming nice, comfortable mounds of fat. Besides, he wasn't constantly straining himself in order to look conventionally attractive. It was a win-win!
Roman had been sent off to get Janus some water. He was quite parched after the induction he talked them through, after all. And Logan was with him, getting ready to clean his room.
"You'll start from the top down, alright? Dust the shelves, wipe down the walls, organize the dresser... I shouldn't have to explain this to you. Surely, you're smart enough to know how to clean, aren't you?"
"Yes, master," Logan says, flushing when Janus shamelessly gropes his ass, but otherwise not commenting on it. He doesn't move until Janus's arm falls from around him, and then gets right to cleaning, using the supplies Roman had graciously also summoned (after, of course, being directed to).
Janus sits back on the edge of his bed as he watches Logan take a duster and stand on his tip-toes in order to reach the high shelves. He dusts with precision, though he does rock back and forth on his feet. Roman comes into the room moments later.
He's holding a glass of water, and wearing a dopey smile.
"Here, master," Roman says, giving Janus his glass. He seems excited when Janus takes a sip, and swoons when Janus smiles.
"Thank you, pet," Janus says, though he smirks when he sees Roman's waiting for something more. Something extra. So Janus beckons him over, guides him to his knees, and then scratches under his chin. "You're such a good boy. Do you like doing what you're told?"
"Yes, master."
"Good boy. You'll get your reward in a minute."
Roman shivers at Janus's words, but blearily lets himself be pet to Janus's content, though eventually the hand caressing him turns his head towards Logan.
"The maid... isn't he pretty?"
"Yes, master."
Janus hums at the response, before tapping Roman's head. "Answer me honestly, love. The maid - is he pretty?"
"Yes," Roman repeats, his answer unchanging. "Yes, he's very pretty."
"How pretty?"
"So pretty. He looks so pretty in his uniform. He's cleaning so good. He's a good maid. He's a pretty maid."
Janus smiles, but encourages Roman to shush as Logan's rag nears the walls, wiping them down of their nonexistent grime, completely focused on his job and nothing else. Even hypnotized, Logan was incredibly task oriented, and cleaning - even when he physically can't do anything but clean - was somewhat relaxing.
And the more he cleans, the more the tension melts from his body.
Janus had given them wildly different tasks on purpose. All Roman needed was a quick walk away from the situation in order for him to come back empty-headed and smiling. Logan, however, needed a bit more diversion, and that was perfectly okay.
After he finished picking up Janus's clothes, his clothes, and Roman's clothes, and dumping them mindlessly into the same laundry basket, he looks significantly more blissful.
"All done?" Janus asks him, though he knows the answer.
Logan sighs happily, unsteady on his feet. "Yes, master. Did I do good?"
Janus doesn't even bother to look around before replying "yes, maid. You did great. Would you like your reward?"
"Yes, master."
Janus motions to Roman, who is mindlessly staring up at Logan. His head is leaning against Janus's thigh. "For doing such a good job, the two of you get to kiss! Because I'm so generous, you may also touch, grope, stroke... whatever you'd like, so long as you stay kissing. Is that simple enough for you?"
"Yes, master."
"And how do you feel about that idea? Honestly."
Logan swallows the spit in his mouth. "Embarrassed."
"But not opposed?"
"No." Logan stays staring blankly, despite the flush on his cheeks, still deeply entranced despite his truthful answers. "No, master."
"Good boy. Get down on your knees, then."
Logan kneels in front of Roman, whose eyes follow him happily.
"What about you, Roman? Are you excited to kiss? Excited to touch? Answer me honestly."
"Yes. Yes, yes, yes."
Janus raises an eyebrow at his enthusiasm, but is pleased to know they're both at least willing to participate. While he's sure his hypnosis wouldn't have worked anyway if they weren't, an extra bit of assurance is always nice. And incredibly telling.
"Then get to it. Both of you."
They move to do so with little hesitation, Logan leaning forward as Roman leans down, both of them reaching for the other instinctively. Logan's hands plant themselves on Roman's soft pecs while Roman's hands shamelessly move beneath Logan's skirt to grab his ass and pull him closer, with their lips quickly pressing together obediently.
A soft moan escapes Roman's lips as their tongues messily mesh together, and soon after a whine escapes Logan's throat as Roman's hands squeeze roughly at his backside. Similarly, Logan's hands squish Roman's soft flesh, sloppily pulling at his nipples before going back to grabbing at Roman's chest and massaging the fat.
Janus watches as they dizzily kiss and suck on each others lips, Logan's frames bumping against the bridge of Roman's nose as they lean closer together, pull apart and gasp, and lean together again.
Both of them are essentially desperate for the other, and they act just like it. They're both red and breathless and needy, and Janus savors the visual for a few moments, before he's snapping three times in a row.
The air shifts from hot and mindless to confusion, and then humiliation, and then Roman is pushing Logan away.
Logan hits the ground with a weak moan, before looking over at Roman with cloudy, flustered eyes.
"What the hell?!" Roman exclaims, embarrassment creeping through his body. His gaze switches between Logan and Janus rapidly, lingers on Logan's dressed-up appearance, and then meekly looks down at his naked chest. He swallows a mouthful of spit, before more meekly going "oh. Oh."
He has clear memories of what he's been doing. There's Janus interrupting his and Logan's argument, a blank area, and then Janus waking him up and telling him to go get a glass of water. He knows that he went and got it - he vividly remembers filling it up and bringing it to Janus - and he remembers looking at Logan after, kneeling on the floor and watching him clean, being pet by Janus all the while. And it makes him feel weird and fuzzy. Because he knows he's done those things, but also knows he wasn't fully in control whilst doing them.
Roman's fingers lightly push against his own lips, before looking away from both Logan and Janus. "Oh," he repeats, and this time Janus snickers.
"Surprised?" Janus asks, though he doesn't give Roman time to answer. "I figured this was the easiest way to get you two to make up."
"You couldn't have come up with anything less degrading?"
Janus grins. "Where's the fun in that?" And then he's raising his hand and snapping again, and watching Roman's confusion melt back into blissful nothingness. Logan sits up more, and then looks at Janus, awaiting an "okay" to continue, which Janus gives him along with a quick pet to his hair.
Logan then moves back to Roman, who accepts him gratefully, and they're kissing again, though this time they're fully chest to chest. The lace from the front of Logan's dress tickles Roman's chest, as Roman helps guide Logan into his lap. He leans back slightly as Logan grinds mindlessly against him, both of them moaning at the action.
Roman eventually falls onto his back, with Logan straddling his waist and leaning over him. They're both rutting against each other, messy grinding paired with even messier making out, much to Janus's amusement. But with them having so much fun with each other, he's left feeling awfully neglected, and because of them he's up much later than he'd like to be. It's really their responsibility to make it up to him.
So in lieu of letting them work themselves up to a rather quick orgasm, Janus whistles to get their attention, and then beckons them over with his finger.
"Now, boys," Janus begins, letting out a long, drawn-out groan as he stretches, and slides his slippers off his feet, "I've had quite the long day, and having to wrangle the two of you was added strain on my already aching feet. Won't you two make it up to me by rubbing them?"
They were the best sides for the job, obviously. Logan had extensive knowledge on where specific muscles were and what would accumulate the most tension, while Roman was no stranger to giving deep, intimate massages that both soothed as much as they did rile.
Janus is graced with a dual chorus of "yes, master," from both his playthings, as they both turn to take one of Janus's feet into their hands.
Janus feels a wave of satisfaction run through him as both of his playthings obediently do what they're told, moving to massage and soothe Janus's feet. He can't help but position a pillow behind his back in order to lean back and relax as he's given quite an amazing foot massage, while simultaneously getting a gorgeous view!
Their hands both move skillfully, but their faces are quite droopy and dazed. Both of them are flushed, content, and dizzy, and it's a great mixture.
They're barely able to keep their eyes open! But still, they remain fully focused on the task at hand.
Their parted lips are swollen from all their previous kissing, and pants escape their mouths as they work, both of them pleased by the opportunity to help their master relax.
Janus allows them to keep going for a good while, truly appreciating this break in which he's tended to, and does have to admit that - even hypnotized - they're both still good at doing what they're told. Still though, Janus has always been quick to boredom, and so decides to make things a little more interesting.
"Roman," Janus calls, and smiles when Roman glances up, while Logan obediently keeps his pace, hardly even aware of the fact Janus is speaking since his master isn't talking to him. "Won't you look at the maid's hands? Aren't they doing such a good job at massaging my feet? They're so precise; it seems he knows a bit more than just how to clean, hm?"
Roman stares at Logan's hands for a moment, before slowly nodding his head. "Uh... uh-huh."
"And aren't they so perfect? Perfect for washing, perfect for dusting, and perfect for touching?"
"Yes," Roman breathes, licking his lips as he watches Logan's hands move, digging into Janus's soles, running up the length of his foot before dragging his thumbs back down, "yes, master."
"You must be so jealous, hm? Poor thing. So jealous of the pleasure my foot is receiving. Logan's hands feel so, so good. They're amazing! I'm sure you would enjoy the way they felt on your body, too, wouldn't you?"
Roman seems to rock back and forth, eyes briefly fluttering shut as he imagines Logan touching him, before he nods. "Yes master," he moans, squeezing his thighs together.
"Answer me honestly, my pet, do you think Logan's pretty?"
"Hm?" Roman's face is dark red.
"You heard me."
Shyly, Roman tucks his head into his shoulder, before answering "yes. Yes, master. I think he's very pretty."
Janus smirks, and redirects Roman to his own foot, letting those thoughts of Logan's hands linger in his tiny mind, swimming around with the rest of his thoughts until Roman's own hands are trembling with desperation, signifying an inability to focus as his vivid imagination personifies Logan's touch as something ethereal. Something he needs.
"Alright, boys," Janus then says, after watching Roman squirm for a good couple minutes. "I can tell you're obviously distracted. Shame, honestly."
Both of their cheeks flush in embarrassment as they feel they've disappointed Janus. However, they're quickly distracted when Janus uses his foot to push Roman back, and then motion towards him.
"Logan, dear? Don't you see how easily accessible Roman's nice, fat tits are? Don't you think your hands would fit perfectly around them?"
Logan stares at Roman, blinks slowly, and then answers "yes, master."
"Why don't you go ahead and touch them, then?"
Logan scoots forward, and then shamelessly moves into Roman's laps, and settles himself atop his hips, their bulges rubbing together at the position. Roman moans as Logan's hands run up his chest, before coming to rest on his pecs, with Logan squeezing shortly after. His fingers dig firmly into the concentrated fat, before releasing momentarily, and then squishing again. He does it almost mindlessly, his hips rocking subtly as he gropes like a good boy, with Roman subjected to the pleasurable touch, pleased at the feeling of Logan's hands on him at all.
Neither of them are coherent enough to really think, instead just enjoying the feeling of their bodies together. Roman's arms lay limply on the floor as his hips jerk into Logan's, though neither of them are away of the fact they're lightly grinding against each other.
And as Logan's hands work over Roman's bust, Roman attempts to crane his head and watch.
"It's a nice chest, isn't it?" Janus prompts, which has Logan nodding in affirmation.
"Yes... yes, master."
"That's not all that's nice though, hm? Why, Roman's entire body is pretty! He's an incredibly attractive servant, though I really only keep him around to be a bit of eye candy. Don't you agree that he's pretty?"
"Yes..."
Janus uses his foot to tilt Logan's head upwards, and smiles down at him. "Answer me honestly, love. Do you think he's pretty?"
"Yes. I do."
Janus lets out a closed-mouth laugh. "Of course you do. Now why don't you do something productive, maid, hm? Why don't you worship him? You've got a lovely pair of lips at your disposal, and your hands, and your tongue! Show the servant just how pretty you think he is."
"Yes, master."
And then he does. Logan immediately presses his mouth against Roman's collarbone, kissing down to his chest. With Roman leaning back, Logan's hands are able to rub over Roman's toned stomach. And with him straddling Roman's midsection - pushing his face down to worship Roman's breasts, and consequently, his ass in the air - Janus is given a great view of Logan's fat ass. Especially in the thin, lacy panties that were a part of his maid uniform.
Roman groans and whines as he relishes in the amazing feeling of Logan's hands sliding up and down his body. And once Logan remembers Roman has hands, he's grabbing them, kissing his knuckles, and then pulling Roman's big fingers into his mouth.
Logan moans absentmindedly as he sucks on each individual digit, swirling his tongue around them, and then pulling away to stupidly kiss and lick somewhere else.
Overwhelmed by the feeling of being consistently stimulated, Roman's left to just make pathetic noises with each little touch from Logan's wandering hands. And of course, Janus adds more onto his plate with a simple command of "Logan, my love? Why don't you give the servant a few compliments. After all, he did such a good job getting me water, and settling back for you to play with. He deserves a bit of adoration, does he not?"
"Yes master," Logan answers, before beginning to praise Roman. "You're so pretty. Your body is so warm. You feel so good under my hands. You're so good to our master. You're so pretty."
Janus smiles to himself as Roman moans, the hypnosis adding to how afflicted he is by the stream of praise. Slowly, Logan's praises become less frequent between needy kisses as he works his way down Roman's body. Once his lips get down to Roman's stomach, Janus is telling Roman to flex, and humming at the moan Logan lets out as he kisses each defined ab on Roman's lower body.
And then Logan's scooching back further and further so he can kiss more and more of Roman's body, giving Janus the opportunity to snicker at the way Roman's cock is straining in his boxers, with a decently sized wet patch forming on the front of the fabric from his precome. However, much to his delight, Logan begins to stupidly try and worship Roman's cock through the fabric, kissing and sucking against the moist fibers and making Roman moan at the pleasurable feeling.
While Logan is initially focused on Roman's clothed cock, he soon processes that he's sucking on fabric. Dirty fabric. And his dumb little maid mind realizes that this wet patch is technically filth that needs to be cleaned.
So, his tongue pushes against the cloth as he attempts to suck Roman's pre out of his boxers. And even Janus has to admit that watching Logan sloppily suck on the outline of Roman's cock is rather attractive, especially while Roman's moaning and bucking his hips against Logan's lips.
Logan's hands run down Roman's thighs, before coming back to cup Roman's cock. He innocently strokes the shaft in an attempt to hold Roman's waist still, leading to Roman writhing and gasping.
"Master!" Roman cries, fingers digging into the ground as his back arches off it. "Master, master, please!"
Roman looks towards Janus with a flushed face and teary eyes, but Janus ignores his pleas, and instead enjoys the visual of Roman coming in his boxers seconds later with a loud moan. His come soaks through the fabric in its entirety. At this, Janus finally waves his hand.
"Sit up, maid," he commands Logan, and Logan leans up, spit dripping down his chin. Looking between them, Janus also directs Roman. "You too, servant."
Roman shakily sits up, panting and dazed, his mind clouded from the pleasure of his orgasm.
Janus then motions towards Roman, guiding Logan's hazy eyes towards them. "Isn't Roman so pretty? Doesn't he have such nice, big hands? He's so strong, you know. He could hold you down or pick you up with ease. Would you like that? Being manhandled? Being touched by such big, strong hands?"
Logan lets out a soft moan of affirmation.
"And his pretty lips! They give such nice, romantic kisses. Such passionate, firm affection. Don't you want to feel his lips appreciating your body?"
"Yes... yes, master..."
"Well?" Janus then proclaims, turning towards Roman, who turns to Janus at the exclamation. "Wasn't Logan so nice for helping you feel good? Don't you feel good?"
"Yes!" Roman rushes to answer. "Yes, master!"
"Don't you want to make it up to him?"
"Yes, master!"
Janus smiles at Roman's rampant enthusiasm (though, "enthusiasm" was being quite kind; "desperation" would be a better word to describe Roman's behavior), before stating "go on, then. Get to it," and watching as Roman's a lot swifter pushing Logan down and feeling him up.
"Tell Logan how much you like his outfit," Janus then encourages, and watches Roman bite his lip as his hands travel over Logan's maid attire.
Panting, Roman expresses "you look so pretty, and not a bit professional. It's so lovely. I love you in the dress but I want you out of it. Your body looks so nice. You should wear stuff like this more."
"He's pretty, isn't he?"
"So, so, so pretty." Roman's hands wander over Logan's waist, and then down his thighs, squeezing the fat bulging out of Logan's stockings. "So pretty. So pretty. So pretty." He says it on loop, as though it's a mantra Janus has instructed him to internalize. Logan's so pretty, and Roman just wants to touch him.
He leans down to kiss over Logan’s face, that hint of his intense romanticism peeking through, but following a similar path to Logan where his kisses start high, and slowly get lower and lower, until his lips jump from Logan’s collarbone to the low neckline of the dress, which has him scrunching his nose up in displeasure once his affection is blocked by the fabric.
Still though, Logan looks so pretty all dressed up, and so Roman can’t be bitter for long, and instead kisses Logan over his dress, and down to his waist, where again Roman whines in complaint when his lips reach Logan’s thighs. He’s missed an entire chunk of skin just because of Logan’s skirt!
And Janus chuckles at him. “Oh, honey. Do you need some help? You can’t pleasure the maid? Here. I’ll help you.”
With his foot, Janus slides the bottom of Logan’s dress up until his pretty panties are on display.
“There,” Janus says, as he flips the skirt up to keep Logan’s lower half exposed. “Now you can see just how pretty he is. Isn’t it so cute how his cock barely fits in those panties? How at any moment it could spring out and ruin his uniform?”
Logan whines at Janus’s words - truly only able to process the teasing tone and nothing more - while Roman lets out a shuddering “yes, master.”
Then he leans down to kiss at Logan’s thighs and crotch, easily nudging Logan’s cock out of his panties with nothing more than a light bite and a soft tug. And he doesn’t even complain when Logan’s shaft bumps against his face!
He just merely moans and kisses over it, licking up Logan’s pre without a second thought.
Janus then watches as Roman rather romantically - and rather sloppily - sucks the tip of Logan’s cock, before licking over it, and then touching it some more with his big hands while kissing over Logan’s thighs instead. And it’s at this point where Janus decides to clap three times in a row.
Similarly to Roman, Logan’s dumb smile is suddenly falling into a more confused expression, and then a more embarrassed and surprised one once Roman's kisses turn back to his cock.
“Janus,” Logan starts, but quickly moves to cover his mouth and stifle a moan as Roman begins mindlessly sucking and worshiping the tip of Logan’s shaft once more. Logan attempts to swallow his humiliation and turns his head towards Janus, his cheeks bright red. His hands curl into fists at his sides as he attempts to ground himself, with his back arching off the floor in pleasure. “Janus… this was hardly necessary.”
"I argue that it was completely necessary," Janus refutes, grinning as he settles his elbow on his knee and rests his chin on the back of his knuckles. "You two were never going to stop fighting, and so I deduced that getting out some of that... frustration... in a different manner would be significantly more helpful."
Logan opens his mouth to respond, but Janus cuts him off by adding "besides, you two fell like it was nothing. Clearly, you were desiring a break. Or each other."
At that, Logan's face goes dark red, and he turns away in embarrassment, which has Janus clapping three times once more and settling Logan back into his dizzy, obedient mindset, where he's immediately letting out the loud moan he'd been consciously repressing.
After that, it only takes a little bit of time to push Logan to his limit.
All their previous grinding, humping, and rubbing had worked him up completely, and thus Logan’s gasping and crying and coming rather suddenly over Roman’s hand and the side of his face as Roman continues to innocently touch, kiss, and rub him, only the slightest bit startled at Logan’s immediate orgasm.
However, once Logan’s done with his panting and moves to sit up, the instilled nature of needing to clean shoots back through him, and he’s pushing himself up fully to suck his own mess off of Roman’s fingers, and then licking it off Roman’s face, before slumping back onto the ground, overly satisfied. Janus gives them both time to catch their breath, before he beckons Roman to stand.
“Go get some more water, my servant,” Janus orders, scratching briefly beneath Roman’s chin. “And a towel. Alright?”
“Yes, master,” Roman replies, before leaving the room, despite his own bare body and soaked boxers.
Once Roman’s gone, Janus stands and guides his feet back into his slippers before moving to help Logan off the ground. He undoes the pretty clothes, and has Logan step out of his dirty panties and toss them in the hamper to be taken care of later, and then helps him stay standing until Roman comes back with the items Janus had requested.
Janus uses the towel to wipe them both down fully, and then guides Roman out of his messy underwear in order to wipe him clean again, and then leads them to the bed. And as tempting as it is to have them cuddle each other, he much prefers wiggling between them and stealing their dual body heat.
In the morning, they’d be completely clear-headed, with full, vivid memories of just how pathetic, obedient, and affectionate they were, especially with each other. But for now, they were quiet, permitting Janus to get some much needed rest.
