#moceit smut

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Tail

Moceit (Patton x Janus) Hypnovember 2020 Day Fourteen: Tail Warnings: hypnosis, pet play, plugs, barking, blowjobs, humping, crying

Though Janus's eyes look as though they're focused on the TV in front of him, he's truthfully staring at Patton in his peripheral. As some generic host drones on and on on the screen, Janus pats his hand against his thigh, mostly just a subconscious action. 

He'd been doing it for the past few minutes, but had only recently realized Patton was staring at him. Staring at his hand. 

He was doing it noticeably, too, head turned fully to look at Janus. While Janus was good at being subtle, Patton absolutely was not, and so Janus seized the opportunity to observe his strange behavior. Patton was the one who'd turned this (otherwise uninteresting) show on; why would he pay more attention to Janus's hand than an engaging television series? 

Finally, as the show goes to commercial, Janus turns to Patton, who's face flushes as his eyes dart up to meet Janus's. 

"Oh!" Patton exclaims, as though he's been caught doing something he's not supposed to, despite Janus having said naught. "Sorry." 

Janus raises an eyebrow. "For what?" 

That has Patton closing his lips immediately, and turning to look at the television. He shrugs instead of answering, but that only furthers Janus's curiosity. As Janus hits his palm against his thigh again, Patton's head is immediately whipping towards him once more. 

That has Janus humming in amusement. "Do you want to sit on my lap or something?" 

His playful comment only worsens Patton's flush, who stammers over an answer before his hands come to play with the sleeves of his cardigan. Patton reacts like Janus patting his lap is an invitation, in such a way that Janus equates him to a cute puppy, though that though additionally stems from just how embarrassed Patton seems to be at his own actions, like they're involuntary. 

Janus doesn't even bother to hide his amusement, a grin spreading across his face. After a few moments of Patton's flustered silence, Janus playfully murmurs "you know, typically, when someone asks a question, they expect an answer."

"Sorry," Patton squeaks.

Janus chuckles. "Is your attention truly so easily captured by someone patting their thigh? How cute."

Patton stumbles in response, unsure how to answer. Luckily, Janus keeps talking, giving him little opportunity to respond.

"Patting your lap is commonly how one would get the attention of some yappy little puppy! Patting at their thighs, baby talking the thing." Janus hums, glancing at the television, before looking back at Patton. "Honestly, if there was a cute little dog around, I'd be a lot more entertained with it than with whatever's on TV right now."

Janus motions to the slop shining over their screen.

"Neither of us are paying much attention to it, anyway."

In order to emphasize this point, Janus softly drums on his thighs with the palms of his hands, this time directly staring at Patton. Teasingly, Janus asks "what urges are plaguing your mind right now, love?" smirking slightly, he's quick to add "and would you like to act on them?"

He's overly confident in his words, despite the fact it's stemming from a rather intense bit of speculation, considering Patton hasn't implied in the slightest he'd be willing to do something so forward.

And admittedly, Patton's initial response has Janus briefly doubting his assumption, wondering if he perhaps overstepped. He's staring at Janus, mouth agape, unsure where to focus his gaze, and so his eyes flicker nervously around the room.

And yet, rather surprisingly, Patton scoots closer after a few moments, pausing just short of Janus's thighs. It has Janus letting out a closed mouth chuckle, before he teasingly asks "do you need help, love?" already moving to slide his hands around Patton's waist, and with a bit of effort guide Patton onto his lap. Patton's hands quickly find and grasp Janus's shoulders, with his legs straddling Janus's thighs.

Janus's hands rub over Patton's pudgy stomach, before sliding up his sides. He cocks his head to the side, grinning at Patton. "Are you satisfied now?" he inquires, though his words are overly playful. "I could tell you'd been wanting to sit in my lap for the past fifteen minutes, at least."

Patton chews his inner cheek, before softly mumbling "yeah."

Janus lets out a pleased hum, continuing to rub over Patton's stiff body, before he murmurs "you're like a puppy." And when Patton perks up, overly interested in the comparison, Janus continues. "A dumb puppy," he clarifies, pushing his knuckles teasingly against Patton's temple, "who just wants to sit on his owner's lap, and be held. Do you want to be pet, too?"

Janus's hands stop their rubbing, awaiting Patton's answer.

But Patton just shifts his position on Janus's lap, avoiding eye contact as he replies "no! No, of course not. That's-" Patton bites his bottom lip, before taking in a deep breath, and turning to face Janus fully. "You're being silly. I think... I think I just want affection right now. Normal, standard affection."

Smile falling, Janus gives Patton a rather dramatic pout at the answer. "What a shame," he sighs, leaning back against the couch cushions; his hands are still on Patton's hips. "Having a puppy around to pet would entertain me quite a bit." Janus then bitterly flicks his wrist towards the TV. "Much more than whatever's on the tele."

"You can change the show if you don't like it," Patton quickly insists, but Janus just squeezes Patton's waist firmly in turn.

"There isn't any way I could possibly reach the remote now," Janus argues, though he holds Patton tight enough that Patton couldn't slide off of Janus even if he tried. "Besides, petting a puppy sounds way more fun than watching TV. And I'm lucky to have a rather cute puppy right in front of me! You are a cute puppy, right?"

Patton hides his face, attempting to obscure his bright red cheeks.

Janus ignores his embarrassment, and keeps speaking. "The main type of affection puppies receive is petting, love. It's the type of affection a puppy like you would crave. But... if you don't want that, that's fine by me."

Janus shrugs, and then shifts to get comfortable, before dropping his hands away from Patton's body.

He lets Patton just sit there for a moment, while Janus leans partially to the side in order to act like he's watching television, even though the show was in fact incredibly boring. However, Patton shifting around on his lap at the sudden loss of attention is anything but, and Janus has to bite back a grin when a whimper slips past Patton's lips.

"Fine," Patton finally says, rather meekly. He's playing with his fingers. "If... if you really want to, then I guess you can... I guess you can pet me."

He struggles to say it, but his eventual admission (and subtle shift of the blame from his own wants to Janus's) are incredibly cute, and so Janus lets it slide.

Leaning closer to Patton, Janus's hands plant themselves back on Patton's waist, and pets over his body a lot more sensually than before. His hands rub over Patton's ribs, around his back, and then over his waist. With his hands around Patton's midsection, Janus pulls Patton closer, until they're pressed chest-to-chest. Then, his hands are sliding down further, caressing his lower back and upper ass, before his palms circle around to Patton's spread thighs. 

Janus is confident with all of his touches, which further encourages Patton to avoid meeting Janus's eyes, even though he's very noticeably enjoying himself as Janus feels him up. And he lets himself be touched casually for a bit. That is, until Janus is leaning his head against Patton's soft chest, tilting his face upwards with knowing eyes. His hands still against Patton's legs, and a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Whispering, Janus says "I know you like this, but... I have a feeling you want a little more."

Janus very lightly squeezes at Patton's thighs, pushing his thumbs slowly into the fat, and rubbing deep, firm circles into his legs. "Lucky for you," he continues, "I have a wonderful idea. Would you like to hear it?"

Patton's still visibly flushed, especially at Janus's implications that he himself might want more (which is an overly accurate assessment), but he slowly nods his head.

He squeaks when Janus finally runs his hand over his crotch in turn, teasing the front of Patton's khaki pants and rubbing over what is obviously the start of an erection. While touching him so lewdly, Janus insists "I know how to turn you into a proper puppy. Sure, you're acting like one, but you don't look the part."

Janus suddenly squeezes Patton's bulge, making Patton gasp and moan as his fingers curl around Janus's shoulders.

"And once you're nothing but a cute, dumb pup, I'll get to spend all day taking care of you," which are words Janus emphasizes by rubbing more harshly over Patton's front, making Patton buck his hips as he tries to rock his clothed cock into Janus's hand. "Would that be something you'd enjoy, my dear?"

"Yes!" Patton shudders, rolling his hips against Janus's palm. "Please!" 

With a rather enthusiastic verbal agreement, Janus has no qualms in pushing Patton off his lap, and standing up, pulling Patton up off the couch before releasing him and beginning to walk towards his room. And when Patton doesn't immediately follow, Janus turns to face him.

With an amused look on his face, Janus pats his thighs, saying "come on, boy. Aren't you excited to come with me? Excited to get a nice treat?"

Patton visibly shivers, but quickly shuffles forward, until he's at Janus's side, and following him obediently to his room, his face bright red. As they walk - both of them fast-paced and thrilled in their own right - Janus praises Patton, offering soft compliments such as "what a good puppy!" and "such a good listener," which has Patton tugging at the collar of his shirt, feeling as though he might start panting if Janus is any more casual with this. 

Once they're in Janus's room, the door is being pushed shut, and Janus is already moving towards his closet.

"Be a good boy and strip for me, won't you?" Janus asks, as he sifts through his closet, luckily finding a headband with attached puppy ears and a tail plug - which he's been keeping on-hand "just in case" - as well as a thick collar.

Patton undoes his clothes slowly, but manages to get fully nude by the time Janus turns back to him, arms full of accessories. As Janus lays them on the mattress, he guides Patton to sit on the edge of his bed beside them, and praises Patton for being so obedient when he does.

Patton's thighs press together as Janus lifts the headband first and foremost, and turns it side-to-side to show Patton how the cute, blonde puppy ears move.

He slides them into Patton's hair, careful not to accidentally pull and hurt him, until the band is nestled perfectly atop Patton's hair. Janus's fingers then pet through Patton's locks, rousing his curls until the headband itself looks mostly hidden, and the two ears look like they're sprouting from Patton's own head. Then, he's taking the collar and clamping it around Patton's neck, with a nice, long leash being hooked on one of the loops quickly after.

Janus gives it a firm tug, Patton being yanked forward, before the leash is dropped and Janus is smiling, satisfied with the way Patton moans at the brief choking sensation.

"Flip yourself over for me, love," Janus then instructs him, as he grabs some lube from his nightstand. "Bend yourself over the bed."

Doing as he's told - like a good puppy would - Patton turns over, his feet hitting the floor and his chest hitting the sheets. As he presses his body into the bed, the collar presses into his neck, making him while. But what really excites him is when Janus's hands squeeze his ass, before one hand gropes and spreads his cheeks apart, while Janus's fingers - coated with an excess amount of lube - presses against his hole.

Janus is teasing at first, circling his index finger around Patton's entrance, before slowly pushing his pointer and middle finger in, scissoring Patton slowly and carefully.

Patton moans as he feels Janus's fingers curl inside of him, and gasps loudly when the tips of his fingers suddenly push against his prostate. He goes to beg for more, but Janus is already giving it to him before he can, slowly thrusting his fingers against that spot while Patton's cock rubs against the side of the bed.

"Please," Patton moans, as he grips the mattress tightly, drooling when Janus adds a third finger, stretching Patton open.

But after just another minute or two, Janus's fingers are slipping out. Patton whines at the sudden loss, and opens his mouth to complain, only to suddenly feel a plug be pushed inside of him moments later, and fur brush against his ass.

Janus leans over him, jostling the plug as he both rubs Patton's waist, and pets through his hair. "There," he proclaims, sounding overly proud. "Now you look like a proper puppy. Isn't this wonderful?" 

It's hard for Patton to look at Janus while feeling overwhelmed with humiliation, but he still feels compelled to react to Janus's question, and so nods his head. 

This is wonderful, albeit embarrassing.

He gasps a little out of surprise when Janus presses his hand firmly against Patton's back and pushes his chest farther into the bed, humming in thought for a moment before pulling back and stating "hm. This simply won't do."

As his hands slide away from Patton's body, Patton is turning his head to face Janus, worriedly asking "what's wrong?"

His voice is trembling, revealing his desperation. He doesn't want this to stop - he feels more aroused than he's ever felt in his life! - but Janus's tone is making him nervous. He briefly worries if he's messing this up somehow, especially as Janus stares at his exposed body, as if evaluating him.

"You're so, so close to being the perfect puppy, but you're still a little... off," Janus explains, tapping at his chin. His eyes are narrow as he scans over Patton's back, and meets his eyes briefly, before Janus is maneuvering Patton onto his back instead, chuckling in amusement at the way Patton immediately squeezes his thighs shut to hide his hard cock. This new position - with his hips further up on the bed - causes the plug inside of him to shift around, making Patton whimper.

Patton's rush to hide his body though has Janus suddenly lighting up, and going "this is what I mean! A proper puppy would just pant and drool-" Janus slides between Patton's legs and slowly pushes them apart "-and keep their legs spread like a good mutt. But you're held back by that silly mind of yours, which still insists you're a human with pride and dignity." 

Janus runs his hand up Patton's stomach. "Will you even bark for me, love? Go on. Bark."

Face going bright red at the command, Patton can only muster a squeak, being silenced by his own humiliation. He can't bark for Janus, regardless of how hot the command is. It's too embarrassing! So, instead, he murmurs a soft "sorry! I'm sorry. I can't."

He covers his face with his hands, while Janus rubs over Patton's stomach softly, attempting to silently comfort him. Then his hands slide up further, and he pulls Patton's hands away in order for Janus to kiss his lips.

"I'll help you," Janus assures him, a smirk playing on his lips. "I'll ease you into becoming a perfect, obedient puppy, but you have to trust me."

"Okay," Patton whispers.

Janus helps him sit up. "Relax, love. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Trust me. Trust me. Do you want me to help you, Patton? Would you like me to turn into a shameless, obedient pup?"

Patton nods, but Janus just chuckles.

"Speak, puppy. Yes or no."

"Yes. Yes, please," Patton stammers, and in turn has his chin tilted up by Janus, enough so that he meets Janus's eyes. And spirals activate within Janus's irises.

They swirl and spin in such a mesmerizing way, captivating Patton entirely and causing him to breathe in heavily, and breathe until his chest feels empty. Janus guides him to relax further, telling him his body is so heavy; so heavy he can hardly move. His brain is empty and open, waiting to be filled by Janus's words. And once Patton's dizzy and drooling, Janus blinks away the spirals in his eyes, and rummages around for the plug's remote. One he didn't tell Patton about, as to not spoil the surprise.

Without hesitation, he's suddenly turning the plug to the highest setting.

Patton's body arches, a sluggish, loud moan spilling from his lips, but he's been walked so deep into a trance that he's luckily not broken out of it. Janus would pat himself on the back for his trancing skills if he wasn't already so enraptured by Patton's blank, mindless stare, and his cute, pleasured jerks as the plug buzzes inside of him. 

"I'm going to take care of you," Janus coos, thumbing away a trail of spit that's leaking steadily from Patton's mouth. "You'll be a proper, silly pet. Are you excited?"

He's not surprised when Patton doesn't answer with anything other than a tired moan, gasping when Janus's finger rubs over Patton's slit, with his other hand slowly clicking the intensity of the vibrator down. Once it's to the midway point, Janus speaks once more.

"The higher the intensity of your cute little plug gets, the dumber you get. Do you understand that?" Janus lowers the vibrations lower, and lower, until they've nearly stopped completely. "Each time that buzzing gets more and more intense, more and more of your thoughts will slip away. Your shame will, too. You'll be an obedient, barking mutt after just a few rounds. Okay, puppy?"

Janus raises the intensity a bit, watching as Patton's eyes roll back into his head, before he adds "you won't have any embarrassment or inhibitions stopping your urge to hump and rut against the nearest surface. You're just a puppy; of course you want as much pleasure as possible!" The vibrator speeds up, and suddenly Patton's hips buck, looking as though he's struggling to stay sitting up. "The only thoughts in your head are about how you're a good, cute puppy, and you love to obey your owner."

He flicks the vibrator up more, and watches Patton stupidly try to hump the air, cock straining for attention. 

Janus flicks the intensity up again, making Patton cry out as he's forced deeper and deeper into an obedient, shameless, puppy mindset. Then, the vibrations slow, until Patton's cock is leaking just as much as his mouth is.

Janus thumbs a bead of pre away from Patton's cock, and then holds his thumb in front of Patton's mouth.

"Lick, puppy," Janus commands him, and watches as Patton stupidly leans forward, taking Janus's finger into his mouth and sucking over it desperately, his tongue slobbering all over Janus's digit until Janus pulls it away. As a reward, his plug is turned up again, until it's at about a medium level. Enough to be noticeable, but not enough to overwhelm Patton sooner than Janus wishes to. After all, there's quite a lot he wants to do with Patton; it'd be a shame to have him overstimulated too early!

"Puppies love to be pet," Janus then says, cementing his words into Patton's brain. "They love to bark, they love to obey, they love to crawl and kneel and pant. And they love to be pet."

He then gently runs his hands up Patton's thighs, and is delighted when Patton's tongue rolls out of his mouth, a dumb smile on his face and his eyes nearly crossed. He happily pants at the touch and tries to lean into it. Moaning, Patton arches into Janus's hands as they caress his stomach, moaning in excitement as Janus's fingers brush over his body.

He feels so good, and that's all he cares about.

Not the drool dripping off his chin and onto his thighs, or the way he obediently keeps his legs spread to make sure Janus has more room to rub him everywhere, which Janus does. Janus slides his hand anywhere he can reach, cupping Patton's face, stroking his hair, groping his chest; Janus's palms glide anywhere but his cock. Then, he uses his hands to alter Patton's positions. He moves Patton fully onto the bed, and then onto his knees, with Janus wiggling his face mockingly once Patton is kneeling on the mattress.

As he brushes some of Patton's curls out of his face, Janus asks aloud "do you know how to do any tricks, love?"

As expected, the only response Janus gets is a mindless, drooling smile, and soft moans as Patton lightly fucks himself back on his plug. Janus can't help but admire just how cute Patton looks, but only appreciates the view for just a moment before going "speak, puppy. I want an answer."

He watches as the command takes a moment to register in Patton's mind, before Patton excitedly barks, not seeing anything remotely humiliating about it!

He's a puppy, and good puppies bark!

"Good boy!" Janus immediately praises him, scratching the underside of Patton's chin with two of his fingers. "You're so good. Do you know what good boys do when they're happy?" 

Patton looks a little confused at the question, not having any thoughts in his brain aside from what's already been put there, but his confusion just encourages Janus to sweetly call him "a silly boy," as he shakes his head back and forth with amusement.

"A good puppy wags their tail when they're excited," Janus generously explains. "Can you show me how you wag your tail, pup?"

Almost immediately, Patton is pushing more of his weight onto his arms in order to lift his hips up, and wiggles clumsily back and forth, enough to have the tail inside of him swaying side to side. He quickly falls into the rhythm of doing it and becomes more absent-minded and excited, moaning as he feels the plug jostle and shift inside of him. 

"Good boy," Janus coos, before he steps away. "Though, last I checked, pets aren't allowed on the furniture. And here you are, sitting on my bed! Silly mutt; you belong on the floor."

Janus pats his thigh, calling Patton to his side, and watching as Patton looks over the edge of the bed, before carefully sliding off of it, and landing on his knees on the floor. Eagerly, he crawls forward until he's seated before Janus's thighs. As a reward, Janus flicks the vibe up again, and watches as Patton cries out in pleasure, his head lolling dumbly to the side.

"Do you want a treat, puppy?" Janus then asks, already reaching to undo his zipper. "A treat for being so good? Bark for me; tell me you want a treat."

With drool streaming steadily down his chin, Patton barks, before smiling happily, feeling good when he obeys.

Janus pets through Patton's hair, whispering soft praises at him in a babying, almost mocking way, but Patton can only understand Janus's tone, and Janus seems happy, so Patton is happy. He pants as he's pet, while Janus works his pants down just enough to pull his cocks out.

He guides Patton closer by his hair, until Patton's sitting back on his calves in front of Janus's hard cocks. Patton stares at them, almost entranced, before cocking his head up at Janus and rubbing his hand over Janus's leg the same way a puppy would paw at someone's thigh. Janus chuckles at the impatience, but doesn't scold Patton for it, instead musing at his desperation.

However, after a few seconds of nothing, Patton leans forward to lick over them, giving into his arousal and instincts. This immediately gets him scolded though, as Janus pushes him back by his forehead.

"Bad puppy," Janus tsks, though softens a bit when Patton shrinks at the chastising. "You're not allowed to move without my permission. Good, obedient puppies listen to their owners. Don't you want to be a good, obedient puppy?"

Patton barks quietly at first, hips rolling against the floor, before barking louder with a mixture of apology and desperation, eyes struggling to stay focused up at Janus's face when all he wants to stare at is his treat.

Patton whimpers as Janus keeps his palm rested against his forehead, pouting as he stares at Janus's cocks, before looking up at Janus with wide eyes behind his circular frames. He attempts to push his nose against Janus's wrist to be affectionate, and when Janus pulls his hand away, Patton rubs his face against Janus's thigh instead, making cute whining noises as he does so. And Janus really can't resist him any longer.

So, he runs his hand down to Patton's collar, and grabs his leash, twisting it around his hand a few times until he's got a firm grip on it, and Patton's pulled close to him.

The tips of his cocks bump against Patton's mouth, teasing him. Antagonizing him. But Janus just softly counts down from three, before going "go ahead, puppy. Accept your treat," once he reaches "one." And Patton does, immediately rubbing his face against Janus's shaft like a whore. His tongue sloppily drags over the slits of his cocks, before he suckles on the tips of them, and then pulls away, a thin line of spit connecting his lips to Janus's cocks.

He crosses his eyes in order to stare up at Janus, panting happily with his tongue hanging out of his mouth.

Janus reaches his free hand over Patton's head, briefly scratching behind his faux puppy ears, before suddenly grabbing a fistful of Patton's hair and properly shoving one of his cocks into Patton's mouth. He lets the other drag across Patton's face, rubbing Patton's own spit back into his foreheads as beads of Janus's pre drip into his hair.

He winds up more of Patton's leash so that Patton doesn't have enough room to pull away, and makes Patton moan at the pleasant, tightening sensation around his neck, as well as the way Janus's cock feels pressing against his tongue and pushing deep into his throat.

It makes his already foggy head feel even fuzzier. He gags, but he's hardly aware of it, and doesn't bother trying to pull away in the slightest. Because he doesn't want to. He wants his treat. 

Patton’s messy and intense with his sucking, moaning when Janus guides him fully down, making him choke around the base of Janus’s cocks, nose pressed against Janus’s pelvis, before Janus loosens his grip on the leash and lets Patton pull away.

Once more, he has to push on Patton’s head to keep him from immediately going back down.

Patton whimpers and whines when he’s denied yet again, but Janus just chuckles before he’s grabbing both of his cocks with one hand.

“Can you be a good boy for me and take both?” Janus asks, watching Patton’s dumb brain slowly process the question. Patton blinks, audibly panting, before suddenly smiling wide and barking. He again tries to move forward, but this time Janus lets him, petting through Patton’s hair in order to praise him.

“You’re so cute, pup,” Janus coos, “so cute and eager and obedient."

He lets Patton move at his own pace, and quietly moans himself when Patton sloppily licks over his cocks once more, before beginning to slowly guide Janus’s cocks into his mouth as Janus holds them still. It makes his jaw ache, but he sucks anyway, moaning at the heavy weight pressing into his mouth and the way Janus’s pre tastes leaking down his throat.

He cries out messily when Janus turns his plug up even higher, and pushes his head further down Janus’s cocks, until they’re about halfway in his mouth. He gags, eyes welling up with tears.

Unable to get them past that point, Patton takes to pleasuring them with his tongue, moaning around them and making Janus sigh in pleasure in turn. He stays stroking through Patton’s hair as Patton chokes on his shafts, and listens as Patton tries to shift his hips and drive his plug further into him while simultaneously humping the air.

With the leash pressing into his palm, Janus suddenly gives it a light tug, urging Patton further down and watching him struggle.

“You’re such a dumb pup,” Janus muses, in a babying voice, which has Patton looking immediately more confident and excited. “You hardly know what’s going on! All you know is being stupid and happy, and sucking cock.” Patton’s tongue drags over the length of his shafts at the praise, hips jerking excitedly.

It doesn’t take long before Janus slides one of his legs between Patton’s thighs, giving him something proper to rut against. And Patton does, immediately grinding his own cock over Janus’s shin, and whining immediately at the friction. Janus moans quietly in turn due to the pleasant vibrations coursing up his cocks.

Patton’s own precome smears over Janus’s pants as his pelvis humps desperately against Janus’s leg, desperate for any little bit of pleasure while his mouth is used as Janus’s fleshlight. He’s sucking obscenely, and making even lewder noises while his cock rubs against Janus. He’s needy and horny, and stupid and obedient.

“Good puppy,” Janus moans, becoming less and less careful of Patton’s headband while petting through his sweaty hair. “Such a… such a pretty boy.”

Janus has to bring his knuckles to his mouth in order to muffle any particularly embarrassing noises that threaten to spill from his lips as a result of Patton’s messy, noisy sucking. He’s bobbing his head quickly, swallowing as much of Janus’s cocks down as possible, before sliding back the tip and drinking down Janus’s pre, and then sinking again.

His fists press against Janus’s legs to keep himself from clumsily falling this way or that.

With his eyes welling up with tears, Patton’s humping becomes more clumsy and intense, grinding his cock feverishly against Janus’s shin. He’s moaning repeatedly with each slide against Janus’s pants, and when Janus rubs his leg against Patton’s cock in turn, Patton just lets out a choked cry. A few tears spill down his red cheeks, as he feels his orgasm rapidly approaching.

Janus watches Patton’s face contort in pleasure around his cocks, a mixture of drool and tears smearing over his slick, sweaty face. Patton’s a mess, and it’s beautiful.

“Are you close, my puppy?”

Patton makes a slew of dirty, wet noises in response, no doubt affirming Janus’s question. He’s so hot and close, and his dumb little puppy mind just can’t hold himself back! He’s got no restraint. No humiliation. Nothing holding him back. So when Janus turns his plug vibrator up all the way, Patton feels overwhelmingly pleasured and mindless. He pushes himself down on Janus’s cocks, gagging himself once more, as his hips stutter against Janus’s leg. He comes quickly over Janus’s pants and his own thighs, making a mess of them both. His eyes roll back into his head as he humps sloppily throughout his orgasm, before he stills, more slowly bobbing his head as his foggy mind struggles to remember that his real treat is still yet to come. So, Janus graciously helps him out.

With his fingers curled in Patton’s hair, Janus takes to thrusting his cocks down Patton’s throat, making Patton choke as his mouth is used like a toy. But he likes it. He likes being good for his owner.

With quiet moans coming from his own mouth, Janus eventually shoves Patton’s face halfway down his cocks and comes down his throat, having to bite his bottom lip hard to keep his noises repressed. Patton chokes on his semen, but swallows down all that he can, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows twice, thrice, and then is allowed to pull away.

Panting, Patton slumps against the floor, watching with tired, foggy eyes as Janus tucks himself back into his pants, and then kneels down beside him.

Being careful of the come decorating Patton’s own stomach, Janus slides his hand along Patton’s front, petting over his body. “Good boy,” Janus whispers, soft voice echoing throughout the hot room. “You did so well. How do you feel?”

And in response, Patton barks.

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Bootworship

Moceit (Patton x Janus) Kinktober 2023 Day Three: Bootworship Warnings: boot worship, footjobs

"You want to 'hang out?'" Janus asks, bringing his fingers up to make slightly dumbfounded, slightly annoyed air-quotes, directed at Patton who's standing in front of him happily, hands clasped together in front of him. 

"Yes!" Patton immediately responds, as he rocks back and forth on his feet. "Since we're officially getting along now, we might as well spend quality time together!" 

"I don't do quality time with others," Janus responds, drawing out the "s" in others to punctuate his point. "I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm not much of a people person."

Patton chuckles. "I've noticed. But that doesn't mean we can't spend time together!" 

He reaches forward to grab one of Janus's hands, as if trying to pull him off of the couch, but Janus stays planted. 

"You wouldn't be found of the way I spend time with people," Janus responds, slowly, as if trying to gauge Patton's interests. "We're very different, you and I." 

"That's even more reason to spend time together!" Patton argues. "The more time we spend together, the more we learn about each other! And then we can communicate better, and be more comfortable around each other." 

Janus's lips stretch into a wry smile. "I know a surefire way to make us more acquainted." He then quickly looks away and waves his hand dismissively. "I don't know if you'd be willing to try it, though. It'll push you outside of your comfort zone, but it will encourage pure and transparent vulnerability." 

Patton flashes a wide and excited grin. "Whatever will bring us closer!" 

"Whatever?"

"Whatever!" 

Janus sits up, and with a hand outstretched, beckons Patton closer. With Patton's chin settled in his palm, Janus forces eye contact. 

"Alright," he begins, cautiously, "but you have to promise that if any point you want to stop, you'll say 'red.' Okay?" 

Patton raises an eyebrow, no doubt intrigued, but agrees with an amused "okay." 

Janus smiles, wide and pleased, before he leans back and goes "good. Now get on your knees." 

Confused, Patton listens, and kneels down to the ground. He digs his knees a little into the ground, wiggling in an attempt to make himself more comfortable, before he folds his hands in his lap and looks up at Janus, awaiting direction. 

"Clean my boots." 

Patton cocks his head, before laughing slightly. "The cleaning supplies are under the sink," he states, a little confused. "And we don't even own shoe polish." 

Janus raises an eyebrow. "You have a tongue, don't you? I'm sure that'll work just as good as any bout of shoe polish could."

Patton flushes suddenly as what Janus is implying dawns on him, and Janus watches his previously outgoing disposition dim into something more timid, as he plays with his fingers.

"Oh," Patton breathes, as he fully understands just what he's meant to be doing. He licks his lips to wet them, though his mouth itself is dry. "Oh." 

Janus reaches forward to stroke his fingers through Patton's hair, petting it softly and causing them both to relax momentarily. With firm words, Janus says "you don't have to if you don't want to. At any point you can say no. I never want you to be afraid to say no to me." 

Patton flushes, and turns to hide his face in his shoulder, though a cheeky smile slowly spreads across his face. 

There's a few moments of silence, before Patton takes in a deep breath. 

With newfound confidence, he scoots back to give himself the space to lean forward, and slowly presses a kiss to the top of Janus's black boots. It's shy, which is to be expected from someone who's probably never done this before, but Janus finds himself entranced with just how cute Patton looks. 

His stomach is pressed to the ground and his ass is in the air. His curly hair falls around his face as he kisses lightly over Janus's shoe, round glasses sliding down his nose. 

He's bent over worshipping, shyly, of course, but growing increasingly confident as his mouth glides over the surface. He's humiliated, but boy is he cute. 

A small moan slips past Patton's lips as he sucks over Janus's shoe, before he pulls away, spit sliding past Patton's lips and down his chin as he stares up at Janus. Curiously, Janus peers down, seeing one of his shoes shining with saliva. He smiles.

"Good boy," he praises, softly, "but you still have one more to do. Don't keep me waiting." 

"Of course not," Patton breathes, before shuddering as his hips roll against the floor, before he's leaning down again. Holding Janus's foot gingerly, Patton's eyes flutter shut as he kisses and licks once again, giving Janus another show. 

He's more noisy now, much to Janus's delight. Cute little moans and whimpers fill the room, using one hand to support Janus's shoe while the other slides between his legs. But, as soon as Janus notices that, his free foot is planting itself on Patton's shoulder and roughly kicking him back. 

Patton's back falls flat against the floor, as he stares up at Janus with comically large eyes. His round face is bright red, and he looks like he's panting. Straining against his khaki's is his hard cock, begging to escape his constricting pants. 

"Did I do something wrong?" he asks, as Janus scoots to the edge of the couch. 

Janus smiles. "No, of course not. But if you wanted to be touched so bad, you could have just asked." 

"Please, touch me?" Patton asks immediately, eliciting a laugh from Janus that sounds so pretty. 

"Of course!" Janus exclaims, as his foot glides between Patton's legs. " As soon as you get those pesky pants off, I'd be more than happy to give you nice, relieving pleasure. After all, you deserve a reward for cleaning off my shoes so well!" 

Patton beams at the praise, and is quick getting his pants and boxers off. Freckles dot his thighs, spreading down his calves, and while Janus has the urge to kneel down and count each one individually, perhaps even trace constellations formed on his skin, he forces himself to stay focused. 

If Patton was willing to lick the dust from Janus's boots, he should be willing to let Janus worship his body later down the line. It could be another bonding exercise! 

Janus kicks his foot out, and drags the bottom of his boot over Patton's cock, earning an immediate and loud moan. 

"Oh-!" Patton gasps, as his back arches off the floor. A curse word rests on his tongue, but he bites it back. Janus can taste his surprise, though. His pleasure. The rough pain and excitement coming from the rubber sole of Janus's shoe mixed with the ecstasy of it dragging over his shaft. 

"Careful, darling," Janus warns, as his boot sinks back to the base of Patton's cock, the bottom resting against Patton's balls in such a way that Patton sucks in a sharp breath, aware of the fact that if Janus sinks it down any further, his balls will be crushed. "You're going to undo all the work you just did! You're already leaking." 

Patton glances at his cock and sees pre already rolling down it, and he flushes with humiliation. 

"I'll clean them again if they get dirty," Patton promises, almost immediately. It makes Janus muse. 

He runs his shoe back up Patton's cock, stimulating it fully and earning another cute little cry of pleasure. Such lewd noises sound so foul and perverted coming from Patton's mouth, making them all the more delicious to Janus who drinks each one up, enjoying them to their fullest extent. 

He sets a slow, steady pace dragging his foot along the length of Patton's cock, watching each little jerk of the latter's hips as he attempts to get more friction, and shakily moans as he does. 

Gasps of "please" and "more" mix in with the unintelligible moans and squeaks any time Janus is just a little too rough or speeds up the smallest amount. 

There's never a moment of silence; the air is constantly filled with a pant or a grunt and Janus adores it. Though he does enjoy his silence, he could spend a lifetime listening to such perverse and beautiful noises, especially when paired with the visual of Patton's cock leaking pre over the bottom of Janus's shoe and his own stomach. 

"Janus," Patton whines, warmth flooding his body. Drool spills from the corner of his lips, eyes squeezing shut and eyebrows raised. "Janus!" 

"That's my name," Janus hums. "Doesn't it feel so good on your lips?" 

Patton moans, providing enough of an answer. In response, Janus grinds the bottom of his shoe roughly against Patton's cock, earning a pathetic mewl. 

"Janus, please-" 

"Shh," Janus coos, sweetly. "You don't have to beg. You've done more than enough to earn a pathetic little orgasm. I know what you want. Go on, Patton. Come for me. And when you've finished, you can lick your mess off my shoes." 

Nails digging into the ground beneath him, Patton's breath hitches. 

"Go on, Patton. Thank me. Thank me for letting you have such an amazing orgasm. Thank me for letting you lick my boots." 

"Thank you!" Patton immediately cries, bucking his hips upward and into Janus's shoe. "Thank you so much for- for letting me lick your shoes!" He cuts himself off with a moan, losing his train of thought for a few seconds. "Thank... thank you for touching me! Janus! Janus!" 

Janus has to place a hand over his own mouth to keep a shuddering gasp from escaping. Patton is so dirty without even realizing it! There was a lot to be explored. 

In a moments notice, Patton's crying out in a needy shout, semen spurting from his cock and messing the shoe he worked so hard on cleaning, as well as his own stomach. He's loud, red, and clearly overly pleasured as he comes, before finally Janus pulls his foot away, leaving Patton to pant as he comes down from his orgasm. 

He gasps and pants, before Janus taps his foot against the floor, leading Patton to blearily push himself up. 

"Come on, dear, you still have to clean up your mess," Janus urges, which has Patton immediately crawling forward, prepared to repeat the cycle for as long as Janus wants him to. 

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Gentle

Moceit (Patton x Janus) Hypnovember 2020 Day Ten: Gentle Warnings: hypnosis, blowjobs

"You're so worried, Patton," Janus's smooth voice begins, as his fingers carefully caress Patton's shoulders as he walks by. Patton instinctively leans into the touch, and frowns when it's pulled away. "So... stressed. I can see just how tense you are. How rigid." 

Janus strolls further past Patton, and rests on the couch Patton's currently digging through, supposedly looking for a remote or something akin. 

"I'm not stressed," Patton immediately responds, as he rather clumsily rips a cushion of the couch, check beneath it, and push it back into place. Janus scrunches his nose up at the words, dramatic. 

"I can taste your lies on my tongue." Janus makes a spitting motion, which would be comedic to anyone else, but Patton isn't even looking at him. 

In fact, Patton merely replies with a despondent "mhmm?" 

Janus rolls his eyes upon being completely ignored, and watches as Patton slowly comes his way as he thoroughly looks around. He's leaving Janus to continue on a one-sided conversation, even though Patton doesn't seem all interested in looking around right now either. 

"You know... as much as you like to pretend to be, you aren't actually responsible for the others," Janus suddenly comments, eyes flicking from the couch to Patton's face, who freezes momentarily as he processes Janus's words. "You're not their father; they're full grown adults. You know that, right?" 

Reaching behind him, he grabs the remote, and waves it in front of Patton's face, who sighs and grabs it, before setting it on the end table. 

"If you're always so focused on taking care of the others, who on Earth is going to take care of you?" 

Janus leans up a little, beckoning Patton closer and cupping Patton's face in his hands as Patton lets his eyes flutter closed, relaxing quite a bit as Janus holds him. 

Quietly, Janus continues "am I really going to need to take matters into my own hands?" 

It's a rhetorical question, as Janus seems perfectly content to do just that, guiding Patton by gently pulling his arms until Patton's seated next to him on the couch, criss-cross, facing Janus. Janus pulls his own legs up onto the couch so he can fully face Patton in turn, offering him a small smile that Patton returns half-heartedly. 

"May I?" Janus asks, as he holds Patton's face ever-so-gently. 

Patton leans into the touch, sighing as he replies "always." He still looks tense, but in Janus's hold, he couldn't help but relax just a little. 

Janus lets his eyes close for a few seconds, and when he opens them, colourful spirals dance around his irises. The beautiful mixture immediately capture Patton's gaze, who stares with half-lidded eyes at the moving colours glimmering in front of him. Little sighs of relaxation escape his mouth as he stares, and slowly, Patton's body begins to rock back and forth. It's getting harder to keep himself upright, which is perfect. He shouldn't have to worry about doing anything when Janus can just do it for him.

He wraps a hand around Patton's waist, both pulling him closer and holding him upright, as he starts to softly speak.

"Relax, Patton," Janus soothes, voice quiet, as though his words were a secret only to be shared between him and Patton. "Relax. Take a nice, deep breath. In... and out..." 

He does as he says, and watches as Patton copies him. 

Another deep breath in, and Patton's eyes look as though they're about to flutter shut. 

"Good boy... just take deep breaths... you don't need to think about anything other than letting me take care of you. You don't need to think at all. You just need to feel my hands on your body. Feel my lips on your skin. Can you do that?"

"Yes..." Patton sighs, as he leans against Janus, and is eventually pulled into a firm hold. He lets his cheek rest against Janus's shoulder as Janus rubs his back, echoing sweetly into his ear. "I just need to feel you..." 

Janus smoothly walks Patton into a nice, deep trance, where he sits mindlessly and blissful. To some extent, Janus wants to just keep him like this. Let him waste away the hours drooling and laying against Janus as Janus holds him gently. But, he knows that Patton is expecting more, and it'd be rather rude of him to not give Patton everything he wants.

Very carefully, he guides Patton to rest on his back, using a throw pillow as a way to prop Patton's neck up and make sure he's not uncomfortable. 

His shirt is gently rolled up but left on, while Janus very slowly strips Patton free of his shorts and boxers. He won't be needing them, after all. 

Then, fingers soft, he lightly feels over Patton's fuzzy skin. 

Patton's hands are rough - no doubt a result of constantly working to clean the kitchen, scrub the dishes, playing ball, and the other stuff Patton does as a proud father-like figure - but the rest of his body is soft. Untouched by chores and free of callouses. 

Patton's chest rises up and down in a steady rhythm. Janus gives him no commands to follow; just a mantra to repeat. 

"I don't need to think," Patton says, so soft that Janus would miss it if he wasn't actively listening for it. "I just need to feel." 

"Good," Janus murmurs, voice just as quiet. "What do you feel?" 

Patton's eyes flutter shut as he takes in a deep breath, while Janus runs his hand up his thigh. 

"I feel you," comes Patton's slow response, so genuine and honest that Janus can't help but smile. "I feel your hand. I feel- I feel your hand moving up my leg." He sucks in a short breath, stammering a little as Janus's hand nears his crotch, before moving away. 

Janus's fingers press down against his inner thigh, before pulling back down again. 

And then Janus can't help but pause for a moment, admiring how pretty Patton looks right now. He's relaxed against the couch cushions, no thoughts in his head. He's perfectly blank for Janus to play with. 

"Very good. No thinking; just feeling. Remember that. What else do you feel?" 

Janus's hands squeeze Patton's thighs, before moving up to grope at his chubby stomach. Amusingly, Patton struggles to keep up as he stammers "your hands... squeezing me. My thighs- my stomach?" 

He sounds almost confused, as though his brain isn't moving fast enough to narrate the sensations, which causes Janus to chuckle. He further smiles when Patton mindlessly tries to arch his hips upwards when Janus gets too close to his crotch. 

"All right, how about this," Janus begins, voice low. He leans closer to Patton as if sharing a secret, whispering softly against his face. "No more talking, okay? Focus on how you feel, but focus on my words as well. From now on, whenever you hear..." Janus pauses for a moment, before snapping his fingers, "you're going to fall deeper into this trance. And it feels good to be deep, doesn't it? It makes you feel so limp and heavy, like you can't move, but that's okay. You don't need to move. You just need to feel good. Being mindlessly tranced makes you feel so good, and the more I snap, the deeper you go. The better you feel." 

Patton moans and relaxes deep into the cushions of the couch, feeling nice and submissive as he sinks deeper and deeper into blissful mindlessness. When Janus snaps again, Patton feels as though he can't move at all with how heavy his body is. But he doesn't need to worry about moving. He doesn't need to think. 

"Do you feel good?" Janus whispers, and is pleased to hear an affirmative moan in response. He snaps his fingers again, watching Patton's eyes drift shut, force open, and then shut again. His eyelids feel just as heavy, but he wants to see Janus. 

Finally, Janus's fingers reach his cock, wrapping lightly around the base and giving him a few slow strokes. Janus takes his time, drinking in the soft sounds Patton makes as he's pleased. He's so relaxed, and feels so, so good.

He hardly has half a mind to whine when Janus's hand pulls away, but Janus just softly shushes him. He goes back to caressing Patton's skin, just wanting to feel him for a moment and appreciate how pretty he looks when he's finally relaxing for a moment. Honestly, Janus can't believe he didn't notice Patton overworking himself sooner! So desperate to please others, with nobody who'll please him. 

Janus hums, before sighing as he scoots back on the couch. As he leans down, under his breath he utters "you're quite special, you know that?" while his mouth hovers over Patton's cock. One of his hands wraps lightly around Patton's shaft to hold it still, before he slowly wraps his lips around the tip.

Patton's eyes habitually flutter shut as a moan pulls itself from his throat. The smallest bit of pleasure makes him feel the biggest of sensations. 

Janus can only imagine he's quite sensitive; he assumes that Patton hardly has the time to even think about touching himself, and he's sure the others have never bothered to consider making him feel good like this. It's such a shame, really; it's quite a pretty sight. 

In fact, Janus enjoys it so much that he can't help but draw it out just a little bit, humming in a low tone around Patton's tip while his hands slowly snake up Patton's thighs, giving them a gentle squeeze. Though, he quickly pulls his head up with a mock gasp when Patton instinctively spreads his legs just a little bit further. 

Shaking his head back and forth, Janus tsks. "No moving, remember? Why on Earth would a pretty little doll like you need to move? If I need you adjusted, I'll move you myself. Silly boy." Janus's words are scolding, but soft, and he pauses for a moment to allow the cogs to turn in Patton's brain as he attempts to understand. 

Though, he only gets a few mere seconds before Janus moves to cut off his pathetic attempt to think by wrapping his lips around Patton's cock once more, though this time he sinks a little further, snapping his fingers three times in a row while he stares upwards, watching Patton's eyes roll back into his head as he sinks deeper and deeper. A soft moan comes from Patton's drooling lips, and Janus quite enjoys the sound. 

Janus is slow with his movements, but deepthroating Patton is easy. It takes just a few seconds for him to swallow Patton down to the base, where his forked tongue slides over Patton's shaft.

Little noises slip past Patton's lips, filling the air around them with gasps and panting. Patton's eyes switch between being squeezed shut with pleasure and being lazily open as he drools, not looking at anything in particular. Just zoning out and focusing on the warmth enveloping his cock. 

Janus has already completely removed Patton's ability to think. Temporarily, of course, at least for now, but it's not like Patton really needs to think when Janus will so graciously think for him. 

Janus is sure he feels much better dropped into a trance, encouraged to submit his mind and body to Janus for the latter to mold and shape into a mindless form unable to focus on anything but the soft, slow pleasure he was receiving. 

Patton feels like he's floating, submerged in foggy pleasure so much so that the rest of his body might as well be just as sensitive as his cock is! Janus's warm mouth makes him feel so, so good. Janus makes him feel so, so good. 

I don't need to think. I just need to feel. 

The words bounce around Patton's head while he lays moaning. He's not even aware enough to appreciate the equally cute way Janus looks bobbing his head at a nice, slow pace, staring up at Patton with adoring eyes. He can't help but enjoy the fact that Patton is allowing this to happen at all, let alone in the living room. 

To some extent, he hopes they're not interrupted, but he doesn't bother to rush himself, nor Patton for that matter. 

Patton is so, so cute when he's brainless, completely limp, unable to think or move at all other than the irregular rise and fall of his chest and his face twisting repeatedly in involuntary pleasure as Janus moves through every slow form of stimulation that he can provide. 

While keeping his nose pressed against Patton's pelvis, he suddenly constricts his throat, making it perfectly tight around Patton's cock. One of the many perks of being a snake hybrid! 

Randomly speeding up or slowing down serve as a reminder that Patton's cloudy brain is incapable of picking up any sort of pattern, repeatedly left surprised and blissful as Janus switches between bobbing his head and letting Patton's cock slide deep down his throat and going torturously slow, giving him an opportunity to fully taste the pre that stains his tongue. 

Patton can't hold back. 

Janus is easily able to decipher when he gets close, and makes sure to watch Patton's fingers mindlessly flex against the cushions as though he's searching for something to hold on to. His moans get increasingly louder and more frequent, mindlessly bucking his hips and shoving his cock deep down Janus's tight throat. 

The climb to the edge is very slow, but as he gets close Patton's impulses break through the trance ever so slightly as he attempts to open his mouth and give Janus a warning of some sort. And though no proper words get out, Janus gets the gist. 

In response, Janus snaps his fingers, watching Patton drool and melt further back. He doesn't need to say anything. Janus already knows. 

He leaves Patton to go pleasantly limp and let out a long, drawn-out moan as his orgasm comes rushing out of him. 

Janus sucks him through his orgasm, attempting not to cringe at the bitter taste, before he swallows it down. He doesn't stop suckling until Patton's noises of pleasure become oversensitive little cries, 

When he pulls away, he's greeted to the steady rise and fall of Patton's chest. His eyes are closed, and his face is flushed. He's pretty. 

Janus takes a moment to admire him, before he's summoning his other sets of arms in preparation to give Patton some much needed aftercare. And when he finally comes to, he'll be properly cuddled up in Janus's arms. 

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Hypnovember 2020 Masterlist

- Day One: Instant (Anxceit) - Day Two: Coils (Demus) - Day Three: Stage (Roceit) - Day Four: Psychic (Anxceitmus) - Day Five: Visor (Loceit) - Day Six: Pendulum (Loceit) - Day Seven: Song (Demus) - Day Eight: Pheromone (Roceit) - Day Nine: Collar (Anxceit) - Day Ten: Gentle (Moceit) - Day Eleven: Summon (Loceit) - Day Twelve: Plants (Anxceit) - Day Thirteen: Artifact (Demus) - Day Fourteen: Tail (Moceit) - Day Fifteen: Serve (Loginceit) - Day Sixteen: Memory (Anxceit)  - Day Seventeen: Drone (Roceit) - Day Eighteen: Monster (Moceit) - Day Nineteen: Hacked (Loceit)

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April Fools

Moceit (Patton x Janus) Warnings: basically just soft sex and marking

The dynamic duo that consisted of the two creative twins always caused chaos on that day. It was the one time the two of them could actually get along and agree with one another. No line was un-crossable, and no stretch was too far.

So, not a single side was surprised when every alarm in the mindscape went off at precisely 12am, or midnight, signifying the start of April Fools day.

Patton rolls over in bed with a groan, the annoying beeping of his own alarm clock quickly being silenced by a scaled hand, although it did little to muffle the harsh blaring of the clocks outside his door.

Janus sighs from his spot in bed next to the moral trait, rubbing his face. "Of course," he mutters, under his breath, earning a quiet laugh from Patton.

"They do this every year, and yet we still go to bed with high hopes," he quips, earning a tired grin from Janus.

"Maybe I should go stifle their schemes before they can escalate any further."

"Let the boys have their fun," Patton mumbles, as he snuggles closer to Janus's chest. "They're actually getting along for once; it'd be quite rude to ruin the one thing they enjoy doing together."

"I can't go back to sleep with all the noise, though."

"I can't either." Patton shifts in bed, moving to lay on top of Janus. Janus wraps an arm around Patton's waist, before moving them both up as they sit up. Patton's hands fall against Janus's bare torso, as he soothingly rubs Janus's shoulders.

Janus hums, his own hands massaging Patton's waist. "I suppose the alarms make for good cover, though."

"Cover?" Patton inquires, as Janus reaches over to the nightstand and grabs his glasses, before carefully sliding them onto Patton's face.

Janus just grins tiredly in response, leaning forward to kiss Patton's smiling face, and Patton happily kisses back.

"Oh," the moral side replies, when they pull apart. "That kind of cover."

"Mhmm," Janus responds, cupping Patton's face, and pulling him in for yet another kiss. "Since we can't sleep, we might as well." Plus, no one would be able to hear them due to all of the noise spurred on by the twins, and Janus knew that Logan and Virgil wouldn't get up and turn them all off for roughly ten more minutes.

Which gave them ample time to have a little fun.

Patton smiles, rather fondly, as one of his hands come to lightly trail over Janus's face, specifically gently running over his scales. "You make a fair point," Patton responds, smiling wider at the grin he earns from Janus. "And even if I were to have my concerns... those being the chances that one of the boys walk in on us, your persuasive ways somehow always manage to quell my worries."

"I'm amazing that way, aren't I?"

"Oh, absolutely."

They lean in for another kiss, more passionate this time, while a third hand appears out of Janus's body and opens the nightstand drawer; it grabs the lube and shuts the drawer afterwards, before Janus breaks the kiss.

"Any preference?" he asks, as Patton scoots back off of the deceitful side's lap in order to quickly pull down his boxers, and Janus does very much the same.

Patton hums in thought, before responding "can I ride you?" which earns a smile from Janus.

"Of course, Pat," Janus replies, as Patton moves to sit back on Janus's legs. He grabs the lube from Janus, and quickly lubes up his hands, before rubbing them over Janus's cocks. He makes sure to coat it thoroughly, while also stroking Janus in the process, earning soft moans.

Patton himself doesn't need to be stretched, considering they do this surprisingly often, so he wipes the excess lube on the bed sheets, before moving forward to straddle Janus's hips.

He holds one of Janus's cocks steady, lightly teasing the tip at his entrance, before he slowly sinks down on it, a moan escaping his lips.

He reaches the base and sits there, leaning to rest his head on Janus's shoulder, while Janus's hands rub his hips, quietly praising Patton. Patton's pressing soft kisses to Janus's shoulder and neck, occasionally nipping at the skin, but never biting down.

Softly grinding down and providing friction to Janus's other cock, both Patton and Janus let out a soft moans. Patton raises his hips after a moment, and then slowly sinks down yet again, Janus's hands keeping him steady as he does so.

When Patton raises his hips again, he looks at Janus expectantly. Janus kisses Patton's face in response, before grabbing his other cock, and slowly guiding Patton down on them both. The friction of both of his cocks grinding together makes Janus groan, and Patton moans at the stretch. He's had both of them in him so many times, but it always felt so new and so good.

"Janus," he moans out, head thrown back in pleasure, and in response Janus leans closer to his neck, where he places gentle kisses and occasionally sucks on the skin, leaving behind cute purple marks.

"My sweet Patton," Janus coos, pressing kisses over Patton's jaw. "I adore you, Patton. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Jay," Patton responds, voice high as he rolls his hips down on Janus's cocks. He raises his hips, before sinking down much faster this time. He moans much louder, and Janus kisses down his neck and over his chest.

Janus helps Patton lift his hips up again, before he roughly brings Patton back down, thrusting up at the same time. Patton's back arches as he moans, nails digging into Janus's shoulders.

"Janus! Janus do that again, please!" Patton begs, and Janus brings Patton in for a kiss, before raising Patton's hips and slamming them back down, his cocks nailing Patton's prostate again. Patton moans loudly again, breaking the kiss.

Janus turns his attention back to marking up Patton's neck, continuing to help Patton bounce on his cocks, before Patton suddenly whines that he's close.

Janus takes Patton's cock in his hand, stroking softly in tune with Patton's bounces, before Patton suddenly comes with a whine over Janus's chest and hand. Janus doesn't seem to mind the mess, instead aiding Patton in riding his cocks for a bit longer, until Janus pulls him fully down and releases inside of him with a low groan of Patton's name.

They both stay like that, before Janus shifts his position and pulls Patton against his chest, not pulling his cocks out as he kisses over Patton's face.

"Think we have time to shower?" he asks, earning a soft laugh from Patton.

"Probably not," he responds, truthfully, as he buries his face in Janus's neck. "We can always take a bath tomorrow."

"Provided the twins don't cut off the hot water like they did last year."

A giggle comes from Patton, followed by a couple kisses to Janus's scales. "You have a point. Might as well try, though."

"Fair enough."

Suddenly, the alarms get quieter and quieter, until they completely stop. Footsteps can now be heard walking the length of the halls, until a door slams shut afterwards, earning huffs of laughter from both Patton and Janus.

"I love you, Janus."

"I love you too, Patton."

They hold each other and fall back asleep quite fast, although, with it being April first, there's not guarantee they'll stay asleep for long.