How to Wreck Your Husband
Tickle kink, Bondage, Coming in pants, Loceit, Ler Logan, Lee Janus, Human AU
Logan's husband, Janus, loved to keep a smooth and controlled mask at all times. He had a need for control, for others to see him as important and knowledgeable and just as good as any other person, no matter what company he was in.
Logan loved that he was the one to see the mask crack.
He had it down to a science now, the steps required to get the mask to fall away for him. To see Janus at his softest and most adorable, vulnerable to Logan's eyes and fingers.
Step one was to subtly increase physical affection.
The affection the two most commonly shared was not physical touch, but acts of service, so Logan started there, making a pot of coffee. He was often the one the make the warm drink in the mornings, but what was less frequent was fixing Janus a cup.
Janus liked a touch of cinnamon in his, the butter pecan creamer, and an additional spoonful of sugar. When he was home, at least. In public he tended towards black coffee, for speed of ordering and making, and to project a more 'masculine' image.
Logan was just stirring the coffee to be certain the sugar was adequately dissolved when Janus entered the kitchen, buttoning the cuffs on his sleeves. He looked up to see Logan holding out the cup, and his face softened with gratitude and love. He accepted it with a soft smile.
Logan took the excuse of straightening Janus's cuff for him to initiate physical affection, rubbing his fingers over the fabric to 'straighten' it, and squeezing his hand gently.
Janus's expression softened further into something almost sappy, and he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Logan's lips. Logan stretched the kiss a bit longer than usual, cupping Janus's jaw with one hand, stroking his fingers over the soft, warm skin when he pulled back.
Janus sighed, soft and content. He took his coffee to the table to sit.
"One might think you were buttering me up for something," he said, taking a sip and looking at Logan over the rim of his cup.
Always perceptive. Logan straightened his glasses. "If I were attempting to bribe you, I would state my purposes ahead of time. You are very willing to state the needed bribe in many situations, and then I would raise my chances of success."
"I didn't say bribe," Janus returned pointedly.
Logan walked to stand behind Janus, setting his hands on his shoulders, and when there was no resistance, he rubbed gently. Janus let out a long breath, his head dropping forward slightly.
"And if I were attempting to 'butter you up'," Logan said, low and a little suggestive. "Would I be succeeding?"
Janus let out a breathless laugh, something between triumphant and relaxed. "Perhaps."
Logan lightened his touch, trailing his fingers over Janus's upper back. Janus didn't say anything, but a shiver ran through him, and Logan could see the goosebumps rising on his neck.
Janus lifted his head, shrugging his shoulders. "Unless you distract me from getting ready for work."
Logan let his hands fall away, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the crown of Janus's head. That would have to be the extent of this step of his plan, at least for now.
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Step two was communicated mainly via eye contact.
Logan had the advantage of working in the same business as his husband, which allowed him to send a number of glances his way. Some were innocent, some affectionate, some accompanied by the faintest twitch of his lips belying a smirk.
Over the course of the day, Janus's reactions grew smaller and smaller, his face a steady mask of professional performance. Which meant he was becoming more and more affected by Logan's plan. Excellent.
Logan was beginning to be more affected himself, his plans for the evening sending excited little thrills through his stomach. His fingers tingled with the desire to hold Janus, to coax all of the reactions out of him.
He had to admit, despite his own commitment to professionalism, that his work was progressing more slowly than when he was at his best. His mind kept distractedly turning back to Janus, to the detailed mental folder of him Logan treasured.
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Step three was to use his height to his advantage, and to gradually increase physical touch.
It helped to have a distraction during this step, so Logan took them to the grocery store after work instead of directly home. He reached out for Janus's hand, brushing his fingers 'accidentally' against his side in the process. Janus sent him a sharp look that did nothing whatsoever to dissuade him.
"Would you collect the steel cut oats?" Logan asked, 'distracted' from doing so himself by studying the nutrition facts on a box of breakfast bars.
When he looked back, Janus had his arms crossed, the oats still clearly unobtained, on the shelf above his head. "You aren't being subtle," Janus said, his voice tight.
Logan stepped in too close to him, looking down at him with a little grin as he reached up and grabbed the canister of oats. "I wouldn't want my hints to go unnoticed."
Janus huffed, his lips pressed together, a faint color appearing high on his cheeks. He looked away from Logan's face, stubbornly ignoring him.
Repeatedly as they walked through the store Logan would reach out for Janus. Janus was now brushing off his hands, but it made it easier for Logan to trail his fingers over his sides in brief little strokes that made Janus jump.
By the time they checked out, Janus had graduated to slapping away Logan's hands any time they approached him, his face a mask of irritation to hide how flustered he was. But Logan was catching the little hidden grins disguised between all the scowls.
"You have to know I'll get revenge for this," Janus said threateningly.
Logan smiled. "I'd expect nothing less."
Perhaps he ought to be more concerned about what type of revenge his husband was plotting, but for the moment, Logan's mind was latched onto the little reactions he could coax out of Janus while still being subtle enough for public. And on the more he could do as soon as they reached home.
Janus refused to carry any of the bags inside, leaving them all for Logan. Though when he entered to see Janus's jacket removed and shirt untucked, he didn't mind in the least.
Janus caught his hungry gaze and that little spot of color in his cheeks grew subtly. "You'd better be able to deliver on all you've been teasing."
Logan desire to have his hands on him grew into a roaring fire, his fingertips almost tingling with want. He set the bags down in the kitchen, glad they hadn't purchased anything that needed refrigeration, as he found his patience for delays waning.
Janus sent him a little nervous look, escaping to the bedroom. Putting himself so very willingly into Logan's trap.
Logan had to take a brief moment to breathe, lest he physically tackle Janus when he entered the room. For all his restraint in normal life, it vanished when it came to Janus. Janus was the only one who could make him uniquely excited, or euphoric, or even angry. The only one to kindle this fire of desire so high it felt like it would consume him if not satiated.
Even with his moment of self restraint, his eyes still widened in excitement as he opened the door to see Janus sitting on the bed, an array of straps laid out next to him.
"Oh, you have a preference for tonight then?" Logan asked, wrapping Janus in his arms and squeezing firmly.
Janus scoffed lightly. "After you went and got me all jumpy, I'm not going to be able to stay still enough for what we both want."
Logan kissed the side of Janus's neck, the subtle flinch as his lips connected sending a thrill through him. He shifted his arms in a way that might have been subtle if Janus wasn't so very on guard against him. Janus grabbed his wrists, holding them tightly in preparation to yank them away if Logan tried anything.
Logan shifted his goals from his hands to his mouth, nibbling lightly on Janus's neck. Janus squirmed in his arms, leaning his head away, his lips pressed tightly together.
"Not gonna let me tickle you?" Logan murmured, nuzzling into the soft skin.
Janus's grip on his wrists tightened, and his breathing picked up. "You're not even doing anything yet," he snapped.
Logan pulled back, pressing a kiss to Janus's mouth instead. "Why don't you lay back for me, then?"
"Why don't you make me?" Janus snarked back.
Logan flexed his fingers against Janus's sides, making him let out a little squeak and arch his back violently. From there, it was barely a push to lay him on his back. Janus shoved Logan's hands away, panting.
Logan smirked down at his lovely husband, reveling in the blooming color across his face. "You're gorgeous."
Janus covered his face with his hands. "Not now!"
"Always now," Logan said earnestly. "When you're flustered and just about to be so, so happy."
Janus made a brief, grumpy noise behind his hands.
Logan took some of the cuffs that Janus had laid out on the bed, and wrapped them snugly around his ankles, connecting them to the legs of the bed, spread wide.
"Are you going to cooperate for the hand cuffs, or will I have to overpower you?"
A flustered release of a breath came from Janus, but he held out one of his hands to Logan, letting Logan put the cuff on and make it snug. Soon Logan had Janus spread eagle on the bed, his muscles tensing as he tested the give in the restraints. Logan had left him a little, just enough for him to be able to squirm a bit in the beginning. There was always time for more restraints later.
Logan got up onto the bed, kneeling over Janus and sitting on his hips, pinning them down. Janus's lips were tight shut, his face set with determination even as it was prettily flushed.
Logan slowly began to unbutton Janus's shirt, working from the bottom up, letting his fingers brush against him just slightly as he worked each button. "Such a precious man, about to be so delightful for me."
There was a choked sound from deep in Janus's throat, and he tried to suck in his stomach, as if that would change anything. Logan grinned, tracing just one finger over the exposed part of his stomach, feeling the give of the soft flesh and the movement of the muscles underneath.
Janus was clearly trying to focus on breathing slow and steady, on not making any reactions yet. Adorable, and so very useless once Logan got impatient enough. Still, for the moment, he was starting slow, just unbuttoning his shirt and occasionally straying for gentle traces.
Even the little reactions were precious to Logan. The subtle shifting of weight, the twitch of muscles, the spread of goosebumps, the tighter expression as he tried harder and harder to keep a straight face.
Logan released the last button, opening the shirt and laying it on the bed, exposing Janus's torso and armpits. He trailed his fingers lightly over his skin, from his shoulders down to his waist, and all Janus's core muscles tightened.
"You know you won't succeed in this little pretense of strength," Logan said, somewhat thoughtfully, tracing his fingers around in little loops. "I've proven time and time again that I will win this little battle of wills."
Janus shut his eyes tight, his face scrunching up with effort.
"And you've proven you like it better when I win," Logan purred, laying his hands over Janus's sides.
There was a hitch in his breath at the familiar positioning, but Janus didn't release his tension. Well then, Logan would just have to make him release it~
He crooked his fingers, scribbling lightly on Janus's sides.
Janus squeaked, jerking and twisting, trying to get his sides away from Logan's wriggling fingers. "No! No! Ah!"
Logan chuckled, utterly pleased at this reaction, and just kept scribbling, trying not to inadvertently pinch when Janus pinned his fingers under his side momentarily. His skin was soft under Logan's fingers, warm and so very sensitive, responding to every tweak and wiggle of his fingers.
Janus pulled hard at the straps pulling his arms and legs out, trying to wiggle his torso and twist his arms in some way to protect his sensitive sides, but Logan had tied him up too firmly for him to be able to reach. He wasn't laughing yet, strangled squeaks and huffs escaping him as he tried to hold them in.
Logan relented for a moment, rubbing his palms over Janus's sides. Janus went limp against the bed, panting hard. He needed breaks, and to be coaxed and teased over the edge of his resistance. While Logan could tickle him over that barrier, it was more fun for them both if he was more gentle until Janus was ready to give in.
"Just a little taste of what I have planned for you tonight, and already you're struggling," Logan teased.
"I'm- hh- not!" Janus tried to scoff, but his adorable wobbly smile betrayed him.
Logan flipped his hands over, dragging the back of his knuckles gently over Janus's sensitive sides. Janus scrunched his face up, shaking his head back and forth as though he could shake away the sensations.
"A ticklish little Janus~" Logan teased. "So helpless under my fingers. Trying so hard and yet sure to fail."
Janus made a long sound of protest that almost certainly wasn't intended to sound like a whine.
Logan shifted his position just a little so he could tug down Janus's pants an inch or two, exposing that sensitive little strip of skin.
Janus choked back a gasp, trying to wriggle away, or squirm his hips so his clothes would protect him once more, but it was all in vain. Logan had him exactly where he wanted him. Logan gently trailed his fingertips over the soft little line, listening for that faint high whine Janus would get when he was just on the edge of breaking. Once he heard that, he shifted from trailing to scribbling with his short nails.
Janus let out a short squeal, breaking into precious giggles and wriggling as the ticklish sensations overwhelmed him.
"Oh there he is," Logan said fondly. "I wondered where my little lee was hiding under all of that bluster."
Janus tried to protest, but under all his giggles and snickering he couldn't get the words out in anything comprehensible.
Logan soon shifted to more delicate trailing fingers around Janus's torso. A break from the giggles, but still keeping all the nerves alight with anticipation. "Is this what you wanted, dear?"
Janus tried to scoff. "What I wanted? As if you haven't been the one teasing and undressing me with your eyes all day!"
Logan shrugged, as if it was of no consequence whatsoever who had started the teasing. "This is what you wanted now, though, isn't it?"
Janus's lips pursed, and then broke into a snort as Logan pressed his fingers at his top rib, wiggling them firmly. "Fihine, yes!"
Logan grinned triumphantly. "So easy to break today, aren't you?"
Janus's face pinked, and he looked away from Logan petulantly.
Logan traced his fingers up higher, into the hollows of Janus's armpits, just setting them there to enjoy the hitch of breath and tensing of all Janus's muscles.
"Don't you want the tickles here?" Logan teased. "You're terribly stiff for a man about to enjoy himself."
"You're a terrible tease!" Janus spat back, tugging at the cuffs around his wrists as if he could escape them without Logan's help.
Logan clicked his tongue. "Such a way to talk to someone with your sanity between their fingers."
Janus squinted his eyes closed, breaths coming out in huffs that were almost laughs even without Logan moving his fingers.
"Perhaps I ought to make you apologize to me," Logan mused aloud, his fingers twitching minutely.
"You go on such-- fucking power trips--" Janus bit out, his voice strained with his effort to keep the laughter controlled.
Logan clicked his tongue again. "Now you're just asking for it." He dug in with his fingers, scribbling rapidly and making Janus shriek with laughter.
His delightful husband, falling to pieces under his hands. His face split with a wide smile and uncontrollable laughter. Oh, Logan loved him. Loved tickling him until he couldn't stop laughing. Loved touching him and coaxing all the most precious reactions from his body, no matter how he tried to hide them.
This was a delightful spot too, drawing out not only the frantic full laughs, but also squeals and shrieks when Logan crooked his fingers just right. The only drawback was how quickly he needed to stop and give Janus a break. At least, if he was being kind about it.
Janus went limp when Logan removed his fingers, giggles still falling from his lips and tears of mirth budding in the corners of his eyes. His expression had softened to something utterly fond, with a spark of excitement and anticipation for what Logan would do next.
"Ready to apologize now?" Logan asked, affecting a stern air.
"Fohor what?" Janus challenged, his grin growing as he knew he was digging his own grave deeper.
"I suppose you need another lesson," Logan said, still keeping the stern affect as he dug his fingers into Janus's stomach.
Janus threw his head back, laughing and snorting, face full of utter joy. Logan couldn't resist laughing along with him, enjoyment both of his part in this and vicariously through Janus flowing through him. He danced his fingers around Janus's torso, tazing them between his ribs and digging deep into his belly and tracing circles threateningly around his armpits.
From beneath Logan, a familiar presence was pressing up into his butt. His feeling of power grew and he rocked his hips down, grinding over Janus's erection.
Janus's laughter choked with a moan, his body confused on how to get both out through a single throat. It was fun to watch him melt, fighting less and less against the restraints as his ticklishness blended with pleasure.
Logan stopped abruptly this time, rising up on his knees so Janus couldn't grind his hips up into him.
Janus's laughter faded into whining, and he looked up at Logan with betrayal in his gaze. "Logan, please, don't be mean."
Logan laid a hand on Janus's chest, relishing the ragged intake of breath. "You haven't apologized yet," he teased.
Janus pouted at him. "For what, the truth?"
Logan looked towards the door. "I suppose I could always leave you here..."
"Nooo," Janus whined. "Fine, I'm sorry, just tickle me already!"
Logan smirked, leaning down to capture his pouting lips in a kiss. His adorable little husband, pleading to be tickled to pieces. Though Janus was also correct, Logan did go on power trips about it~
He brought his fingers to Janus's hips while their lips were still locked together, making Janus laugh into his mouth, wiggling back and forth as Logan tickled one side and then the other.
He settled back on Janus's waist, rocking his hips to give them both a bit of friction. Janus's squirming was honestly more than enough, but Logan would do what he wanted as well. He switched his hands back, squeezing at Janus's thighs sporadically. A chorus of squeaks and yelps poured from Janus between laughter, and his legs shook as he tried to kick himself free.
"Mehercy, Loga-Ah!" Janus squealed, shaking his head back and forth wildly.
Logan leaned back a bit farther so he could scribble his fingers in the vulnerable backs of Janus's knees. "Mercy? From the same man who just begged me to tickle him?"
Janus's laughs became high pitched and desperate, his legs kicking rapidly the few centimeters they were able to move.
Logan did eventually have mercy, releasing Janus's legs and returning to gentle tracing on his bare torso. Despite the gentleness, Janus was so worked up he couldn't cease giggling.
Logan felt as though if he were to be represented in an unrealistic way, he would be depicted with hearts or stars in his eyes as he looked down at his husband.
"Precious," he whispered. "Mine."
He set his hands on Janus's bare stomach, slowly and deliberately scrunching the softness, a burst of laughter drawn from Janus each time his fingers contracted.
Janus tossed his head back and forth, otherwise melting under Logan, dissolving his remaining resistance and decorum in giggles. Logan enjoyed squishing the soft skin a while longer, before shifting position, laying over Janus's front, his head tucked against his shoulder. Janus tried to press his head down to his shoulder, to protect his sensitive neck and ear, but he could only knock his head into Logan's. He babbled something about mercy, interspersed with a repeating of Logan's name and breathless attempts to plead, but his lovely sounds only encouraged Logan further.
He laid his hands against Janus's armpits, getting a high-pitched squeak, even without moving them in the least. He nuzzled his nose against the side of Janus's throat, and soft, helpless giggles spilled out. A little nibble against the tender skin got a squeak and laughter, which grew to loud, desperate belly laughs when he wiggled his fingers at the same time.
Janus was caught in the sensations, overcome with them, his attempts at words gone as the laughter stole his breath. Logan rocked his hips, pressing his own covered erection against Janus's, grinding them together. He groaned softly against Janus's throat, nuzzling and nibbling at the lobe of his ear.
Janus's laughter suddenly cut off in a silent cry, his body arching and seizing under Logan as he came. Logan felt a rush of arousal, and a powerful desire to tickle even more. But his husband would need oxygen. He forced his fingers to stop, grinding his hips more firmly to work Janus through his orgasm. He latched his lips to Janus's shoulder in a bruising kiss, trying to remember through his lust to not leave a mark where it couldn't be covered.
Janus's breath was ragged, torn three ways between recovering air, breathless giggles, and moans of pleasure.
Oh, Logan was so close.
He dropped his hands to Janus's hips, digging in his fingertips and moving them just right. A startled squeal burst from Janus, and Logan tipped over the edge, euphoria flooding his every nerve.
"Enough, enough," Janus pleaded breathlessly.
"Enough," Logan agreed, laying limp on top of him, having to catch his own breath.
After a few minutes he rolled off of Janus, loosing his wrists and ankles and checking to be sure the restraints hadn't chafed.
"Making us come in our pants like teenagers," Janus chuckled, still breathless and a little hoarse.
Logan pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. "We deserve moments of excitement even at our age."
Janus smiled sappily, and then a glint of mischief sparked in his eyes. "It was your decision to do it this way, so it's your laundry."
A little laugh startled from Logan's throat. "You just want to not have to do anything."
"You think I can get up and do things after you murdered me like that? I also demand something cold to drink."
"Oh, you demand?" Logan teased, leaning in to kiss just below Janus's ear. Janus squeaked and pinned his ear to his shoulder, making the kiss land on the side of his head.
"I do, and I deserve it!" Janus said, his voice high as he wriggled away from Logan.
Logan wasn't truly intending to torment Janus anymore, and just smiled indulgently. "Juice or tea?"
"Tea," Janus said, looking down at his pants with a bit of distaste. "I'm going to get in the shower. Put a lid on it so I don't have to wait till after."
"Of course," Logan said sweetly. His own pants situation was beginning to get uncomfortable. "I think I'll join you."
"You have to put our clothes into the wash before we go to bed," Janus said firmly, shedding his pants as he walked to the bathroom.
Maybe he'd get himself a beverage with sugars as well. Just to keep up energy while they cleaned up.
"I love you," Janus said, peeking around the doorframe.
"I love you," Logan said, earnest and overwhelmingly fond.
