Content: Dom!Virgil, Sub!Roman, Bondage, Praise, Body Worship, Biting, Sweat
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Roman panted as a set of warm lips traveled down his neck, collar, and chest. He pulled at the red rope keeping his wrists snugly bound behind his head, a bunny tie, forcing him to show off his muscles, now glistening with the effort it took to hold the position for so long. He moaned softly as the heat spread down to his nipples, until a soft bite turned his pleasurable grunts into ones of pain.
“Sorry Princey,” Virgil says, pressing a kiss to the bite he just made, “You just look so pretty. I wanted to get a taste.”
“You..you’re being…”
“I’m being what? Mean? I’m giving you exactly what you asked for when we planned this out, babe.”
Virgil grabs a handful of Roman’s chest, loving the way the prince struggles in his bonds whenever he feels him up so roughly. He tugs him forward by the rope wrapping around his midsection before licking the outer shell of his ear and blowing cool air over the now wet skin. Roman whole body shivers at that.
“Virgil…please-” He begs. He can’t even recall how long he’s endured this teasing for, but he’s been achingly hard and without the use of his hands, he’s had to rely on the mercy of Virgil to get any relief. He can see that Virgil has a wet spot on the front of his boxers, though he’s rather distracted by the glorious body of his lover to do much about it.
“You always tell me how much you want to be worshiped, just enjoy it.” He says, pressing his tongue flat against the side of Roman’s tensed bicep. The salty taste is a reward on its own to Virgil, which makes the little whimpers that leave Roman’s mouth the cherry on top of a mouthwatering dessert.
“That’s it, struggling so pretty for me.” He grins, “Exactly where you’re supposed to be.”
Content Notes: Trans Roman, Dom/sub, Dom Roman, Sub Virgil, Orgasm delay, Pegging (Is it still pegging when they're both men?)
Roman plunged his tongue into Virgil’s mouth, relishing the soft breathless sound he made. Virgil’s weight on his lap was somehow both delightfully grounding and also made him feel wonderfully lightheaded. Or maybe that was a lack of air, all his focus on making out with his husband.
Roman grabbed Virgil’s ass in his tight jeans, groping and massaging the soft muscle. He ran his tongue behind Virgil’s teeth, and Virgil nearly whimpered, a shudder running through him.
Virgil broke away from the kiss, dropping his forehead to Roman’s shoulder and gasping for air. The soft bend of his neck was exposed, pale and inviting, and Roman pressed his heated lips against it, leaving little red smears from the lipstick that he’d put on hours ago.
“What would you think,” Roman said breathily between kisses. “If we were to try something from our kinky list?”
Virgil answered with a little nip to Roman’s shoulder. “If you’re offering to get me off, Princey, I’m down for just about anything right now.”
Roman edged his kisses up Virgil’s throat, adding in little scrapes of his teeth to make Virgil melt. “I was thinking… that I might like to… dom you a bit.”
Virgil groaned, tipping his head to give Roman more access to his throat. “Sure, why not.”
A flash of nervousness ran through Roman at the easy, almost flippant answer. He pulled back, waiting for Virgil to catch his eyes. “Are you sure?”
Virgil of course caught the anxiety, a little wrinkle forming between his eyebrows. “I mean, you’re still gonna follow all the rules we set before, aren’t you?”
Roman nodded rapidly. “Of course! I just— I don’t want you to say yes without knowing what you’re saying it for.”
Virgil leaned in, resting his forehead against Roman’s. “I’m saying yes to having my very hot husband boss me around for a bit. Maybe embarrass me a little, probably tease me, and definitely fuck me.” He kissed the tip of Roman’s nose. “That’ll be my order, and you can make all the rest.”
Roman’s worries eased. He kissed Virgil softly, holding him close. “Didn’t think the sub got to make any orders,” he murmured against Virgil’s lips.
“I already did it,” Virgil said teasingly.
“Brat,” Roman teased back, claiming Virgil’s mouth.
Virgil made another of those intoxicating sounds, his fingers tangling in the small hairs at Roman’s nape.
“Not today,” Virgil breathed. “Today I’m trying to be good for you.”
Roman groaned, desire pooling within him, hot and liquid. “Take your shirt off.”
Virgil leaned back, shrugging off his hoodie and tossing it over the arm of the couch, his shirt quickly following. Roman stared in awe, his body delighting him just as much now as it had the first time he’d seen it. He set his hands against Virgil’s stomach, tracing along where his jeans bit into the fat of his hips.
“Put on a show for me, love,” Roman instructed, his head spinning slightly with Virgil’s heated gaze fixed on him.
Virgil’s hands joined his, trailing over his stomach and hips before dragging up over his chest, squeezing at his pecs and tracing over his nipples.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Roman moaned, gripping Virgil’s hips and guiding him to grind into Roman’s lap. “My pretty little stormcloud. So hot and so good for me.”
Virgil bit his lip, his face coloring as he ground down on Roman and played with his chest. The tension between them grew, sparks of arousal flickering with every drag of Virgil’s hips.
Roman leaned in to suck a hickey on Virgil’s collarbone, prompting Virgil to groan so very prettily.
“You want me to fuck you?” Roman asked, leaving more marks along Virgil’s throat and shoulders.
“Yes,” Virgil said breathlessly, his hips stuttering against Roman’s. “Yes, please.”
Roman leaned back against the couch, watching for another few moments. “Go and get the strap you want to be fucked with then. Be naked when you come back.”
Virgil’s mouth dropped open, a hungry flicker in his eyes. He clambered off of Roman and went upstairs to get one of their strap ons.
Roman peeled his own clothes off, damp with sweat and arousal. He was achingly hard by now, throbbing with desire. Virgil was so hot, and all his.
He barely had gotten his clothes off when Virgil returned, bringing also the harness and a bottle of lube.
“Good boy,” Roman praised, staring unashamedly at Virgil’s hard cock, now free of the tight jeans. “Kneel.”
Virgil balked slightly, his face turned bright red. But he slowly dropped to one knee, and then both. He chewed on his lip, nervous and awkward.
Roman wasn’t sure if he’d ever looked more sexy. He reached down to touch himself, never breaking eye contact with Virgil.
“So good for me,” Roman moaned. “So perfect. Now put the harness on me.”
Virgil’s expression brightened from embarrassment to lust. He loved it when Roman let him put the harness on. Roman wasn’t exactly sure of all the details of why, but he knew just how hot Virgil thought it was, as his hands slid around Roman’s thighs and waist, lining everything up just right.
He’d picked an excellent dick too. Not so thick, but on the longer side, and with a base that molded around Roman, vibrating at the touch of a button.
Virgil’s hand hovered over the button when he’d finished tightening the last strap. “May I?” He asked.
The sheer gentleness and submissiveness in his tone set Roman on fire. He nodded, his mouth suddenly dry.
Virgil turned on the vibrations and Roman groaned, bending forward slightly as his arousal spiked fiercely.
“Bend over the couch,” he gasped.
Virgil’s eyes sparkled. He dashed to the couch, following Roman’s order perfectly.
“You’re so hot like this,” Roman moaned, a bit worried he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back from an orgasm before he even made it inside Virgil.
“You should see yourself,” Virgil shot back, his eyes dark and blown wide.
“Oh yeah?” Roman said, pouring lube onto his fingers. “Tell me.”
Virgil moaned as Roman circled his hole. “You’re- you’re confident… ordering like you, hnnnnn, like you own me….”
Roman slowly pumped his finger in and out, far more slowly than he knew Virgil preferred. But he wanted him capable of talking. Wanted to hear what he would say.
“It’s hot…” Virgil continued, his voice getting slightly shaky. “I like— I like you in charge… don’t have to- to guess what’ll make you happy…”
“You always make me happy,” Roman said, groping Virgil’s ass with his free hand. “You’re always so good for me. Taking orders is just a perfect next step.”
Virgil moaned shakily as Roman pressed a second finger inside him.
“Please, can you… faster please,” Virgil moaned, his tone getting the precious, desperate, whiny tone Roman adored.
“Beg me for it,” Roman answered, a heady rush of power filling him.
Virgil whined, not saying anything for a long minute. “Please… Roman please. Please fuck me faster.”
Roman trembled, arousal surging through him so strongly he nearly came right then. He sped up his fingers, jolts of need filling him with every sound Virgil made.
“Fuck yes,” Virgil moaned, subtly spreading his legs wider. “Roman, Roman, feels so good… please, let me have your cock. Please. I’m ready I swear. Please Roman.”
Roman battled to hold back his orgasm. Next time he was going to plan to have more than one. Going to figure out timings so he could still fuck Virgil without getting oversensitive. He wanted to do this over and over again. His husband, sweetly begging and being so good for him. So precious and perfect.
Roman didn’t have to retrieve the bottle of lube. He was dripping down his own thighs so much that he swiped his hand between his legs and had more than enough to coat the dick.
Roman pressed the tip to Virgil’s opening, the pressure pushing the base of the strap into his dick, nearly overwhelming him with pleasure. Roman’s legs trembled, and he bit down hard on his lip, pushing into Virgil.
Roman paused for just a moment before setting a rapid pace, pounding into Virgil, rocking his body against the couch with every thrust. Roman’s vision filled with stars, so filled with pleasure he couldn’t think about what he was doing anymore, moving on instinct, chasing Virgil’s orgasm before he’d allow himself his own.
Virgil came with a cry of Roman’s name, painting the side of the couch white. Roman’s orgasm crashed over him, and he gripped onto Virgil as his knees buckled.
Roman couldn’t move until overstimulation drove him to, pulling out and turning off the strap on. He practically collapsed on the floor, panting heavily. Virgil flopped next to him, reaching an arm around him.
“That good, huh?” Virgil said, slightly teasing despite the rough, fucked out tone of his own voice.
Roman just nodded, not capable of much more yet. “Uh huh.”
Virgil sighed happily. “Love seeing you like that.”
Roman tugged weakly at Virgil, pulling him closer.
Virgil laid his head on Roman’s bare chest, his arm circling over his stomach.
••^*^••
After a rest, and a fair amount of cleaning up, including some awkward googling trying to figure out how to get semen out of the couch, Roman and Virgil curled up next to each other.
“If you also enjoyed it, I would really like to do that again,” Roman said, a touch nervous.
“If I also enjoyed it,” Virgil repeated, a mocking tone to his voice. “Was begging for your cock and screaming your name as I came not a good enough hint?”
Roman flushed. “Well… I told you to do the first one…”
Virgil poked him. “I wouldn’t‘ve done it if I didn’t also want to. That’s part of the point, isn’t it?”
Roman nodded. “I just… worried, I guess.”
Virgil stuck his tongue out playfully. “Oh, now it’s husband’s turn to feel the anxiety.”
Roman kissed him, nipping gently at the tip of his tongue.
Virgil let out a little chuckle, beaming at him. “Yes, I enjoyed myself. It would be incredibly hot to do again.”
Roman kissed his cheek. “Next time I am taking advantage of my shorter refractory period.”
“Oh?” Virgil said, very interested. “Did I make you that horny, looking up at you from my knees?”
Roman turned his head away, but not fast enough, as Virgil let out a startled laugh.
“Oh, I am taking advantage of that one,” Virgil promised, grinning mischievously. “I’ll never have to take the trash out again.”
Roman hid his face. He understood now how Virgil had felt last time they’d talked after sex. It was mortifying to have it be so known what had worked him up now that they were calm and out of the moment. Though…
“You drop to your knees and ask, and you’d never have to do anything you didn’t want to,” he mumbled. “I don’t think I could refuse that no matter how hard I tried.”
Virgil grinned proudly. “Course, then I’d be fucked over every piece of furniture in the house within a month. Even I have to take a break sometimes.”
It was a gentle out, Roman could tell. He kissed Virgil’s cheek again, wanting closeness, but not ready to meet his eyes again yet.
“I wonder, if I did try bratting, would you love me or hate me for it?” Virgil said, half a question and half serious.
“I could never hate you,” Roman said firmly.
Virgil pushed him lightly. “You know what I mean. Do you think you’d like it?”
Roman considered it seriously. “I… I loved you obeying, and being good. So if you intentionally weren’t, I’m not sure how much I might like it? But it might make it even more satisfying when I got you to give in and be good at the end.”
Virgil nodded slowly. “It might be a bit harder? In a way? Than what we’ve been doing. Cause like… there’s a bit of a fight back and forth, and we get really caught up in fights.”
“At least this time I’ll know I’ll win,” Roman teased.
Virgil made a face at him.
Roman tugged him closer. “We’ll have to be more careful. Check in on each other during it. And we don’t have to try that until we feel ready.”
Virgil nodded, leaning against him. “Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good.”
Hey. Could I order a Prinxiety fluffy smut? With a side of Roman having a praise kink. And for dessert a biting kink. Please and thank you <3
I don't want to be tagger vmbut if you could let me know I'd appreciate it.
Hi sorry this took so long but this was supposed to be a short fic to get back in the swing of writing and it ended over 1500 words (Also I forgot to look at my inbox for awhile so didn't see request sorry)
But I hope this is good, I totally loved this prompt
Pairing: Roman/Virgil
Tags: Biting (Virgil likes to bite and be bitten is a huge headcannon of mine) praise kink, anal sex and mild princess kink
"Like what you see Princy" Virgil teased
He had just walked into Romans room, and whatever Roman was going to say to greet him died in his tongue when he saw what Virgil was wearing
Virgil was just in a plain black T-shirt but Virgil's is sure what stopped Roman was what was on his lower half, a dark purple skirt and some ripped tights
Roman looked for a moment like his brain had just stopped before grinning and walking to Virgil closing the space between them until his inches from Virgil and Virgil can feel his body heat
Roman runs his hands along Virgil's sides
"Honestly Virgil" He starts bringing his face closer to Virgil's, to the point that Virgil can feel Romans breath on his face "The fact that you even have to ask that" he laughs "Like I don't always like what I see whenever I look at you, Princess"
The nickname sends a peasant shiver throughout Virgil
"However" Roman continues "you do look ravishing almost even more so in this" he slides hands down Virgil's sides to the hem of his skirt, gliding his hand under the fabric feeling the mesh tights underneath, causing a pleasant warmth to spread where his hand glided across Virgil's skin
"While I'm glad you like me in the skirt" Virgil says finally finding some words "I was actually hoping you'd be a good Prince and get me out of it"
And with that Roman waste no time capturing Virgil's mouth in a heated kiss, taking his time to explore whatever Virgil offers
They continue to kiss deeply, until the need for air because too much
Roman takes his hand to behind Virgil's thigh pushing it up pulling the emo closer, Virgil half wraps himself around Roman trying not to fall
Roman moves from the kiss to kiss down Virgil from his jawline to his neck, he bites down sucking in a mark and causing Virgil to moan out
He grips the back of Romans shirt, mostly he's afraid of falling over with one leg off the ground
Roman moves slightly, grinding his hips against Virgil's and Virgil sighs at the feeling of Romans dick already half hard against him
"We should move dear" he says pulling away, taking Virgil's hand and leading him to the bed
Roman lays Virgil down on the bed before crawling on top him
Connecting their mouths again, they kiss deeply while Romans hands explore every inch they can of Virgil
Virgil shifts down a little to kiss at Romans neck, Roman knowing what Virgil wants leans his head easily to give more room to him
Virgil bites down easily sucking in a mark, once satisfied with the mark he put there he moves to another spot, kissing and licking at Romans neck before biting down again, maybe accidentally a little harder then he should if the intake of breath out of Roman was anything to go by
He moves his head away from Romans neck and Roman immediately connects their lips again
The are content for a few moments just like that, no rush just being able to enjoy each other, until Roman grinds down just barely and Virgil feels his hard dick through his clothes
Virgil moves himself a bit, just enough to where when Roman grinds down again their clothed dicks rub against each other, it's not too comfortable but even the slightest bit of friction is better than nothing
Roman moves off of Virgil and Virgil has to hold back a while at the loss of contact
Roman removes his shirt quickly before sliding his hands under Virgil's shirt
"I believe" He says as Virgil takes the hint and sits up enough to let Roman removes his shirt, which Roman does letting the garment fall to the ground "you said you wanted me to get you out of that skirt"
Virgil grins "I believe that is what I said"
"Although" Roman says pulling down at Virgil's tights "Part of me wants to just keep you in it, you look so lovely my dear"
"As hot as that sounds Princy" Virgil says moving his hips up to let Roman slide off his tights "I don't really wanna get this skirt ruined, I kinda like it"
"Fine" Roman pretends to be annoyed but helps Virgil out of the skirt pulling Virgil's underwear down with it before moving off enough to rid himself of his own clothes
Roman is quickly back on Virgil connecting their lips together before moving down to kiss at Virgil's jawline then neck, biting down softly a moment before going a little harder, causing a pleased sound from Virgil, Virgil knows Roman is always afraid to hurt him even when Virgil wants him to
"Yes, Princy" He sighs out encouraging Roman to bite down again, which he does, when he bites down again Virgil's hips twitch involuntarily grinding up against Roman
Roman, while still continuing his pleasant attack on Virgil's neck, he moves to where their dicks slide against each other, bringing a pleased sign to Virgil's lips
Roman reaches down in-between them putting a hand around them both stroking them using the pre-cum that has started to gather to ease the slide of his hand
"Fuck" Virgil moans out at the feeling
Roman continues stroking them for a few moments before moving away again, and Virgil doesn't mean to let the whine fall from his lips
He moves to grab the bottle of lube from the bedside table, pouring a decent amount on his fingers before slowly inserting one into Virgil's hole
He slowly and gently works Virgil open a moment with one finger before adding another
"Mmm Princy" Virgil whines "fuck" he sighs when Roman finds that spot that makes Virgil feel like his veins are electric
Roman adds another finger taking his time opening Virgil up
"Roman" Virgil continues to moan as Roman works him open "Babe I'm good, just please fuck me" Virgil whines
"I know" Roman teases but removes his fingers "But I loved hearing the sounds you make" He kisses at Virgil's neck, kisses quickly turning into little nibbles "even just from my fingers"
"Well if you can get those noises from your fingers" Virgil says and he's glad Roman's face is in his neck, not only because Virgil loves the soft scrapes of teeth from Roman but also Roman can't see the soft red tint on his face, he can sometimes feel a little embarrassed trying to dirty talk, he's not good at it but he knows Roman likes when he tries so he doesn't mind having to bite back his embarrassment a bit "I bet the noises I make from your dick will sound better" Virgil says in hopes that that sounded at least a little sexy, and with the sound Roman makes into his neck he's pretty sure it was
Roman moves away from Virgil to position himself between Virgil's legs lining himself up at Virgil's entrance, slowly pushing himself in
"Fuck, Princy" Virgil sighs
Roman leans down breath hot against Virgil's neck as he starts a slow pace
"Fuck, Princy you feel so good" Virgil moans out "God, you fuck me so good" Virgil praises, finding words spelling out of him is easy with the way even simple praises has Roman moaning into his neck and his pace quickening
"Oh, Virgil" Roman moans into Virgil's neck biting down pulling another moan out of Virgil as he bites down hard not enough to break the skin but enough to sting
"God, yes, Roman please" Virgil begs but not sure for what just needing Roman to continue
Which he does his pace losing the rhythm
"Feel so good Princy" Virgil continues his praises of the man on top him, the words easily spilling out "So fucking good, so beautiful"
Roman moves his face from Virgil's neck to kiss him, tongues mingling and giving soft bites to Virgil's kiss swollen lips
"Fucking perfect" Virgil whispers against Romans lips, he's so close and he can tell Roman is too
"God, Virgil you're gonna drive me crazy" Roman sighs "I'm not sure I'll last much longer if you keep that up, princess"
Virgil goes to say something back but loses the words when Roman reaches between them and strokes him in time with his thrust
"Oh, God, Princy" Are the only words Virgil can get out
Roman paces becomes even more sporadic and his strokes out of time but Virgil doesn't care he feels so good
Romans breath hot moaning into his ear, Virgil feels that familiar feeling in his core
"S-so close Princy" Virgil says
"Me too, Princess" Roman sighs into his ear
Virgil still feeling the bit of confidence he gets from how he can make Roman feel
"Then cum in me, Roman" He moans "God, wanna see how beautiful you look when you fucking cum, babe" Virgil babbles out the words falling almost faster then he can say them
But it works and it's not long before Romans thrust stops and he cums in Virgil biting down on Virgil's neck hard as he does
Between Roman trying his best to still stroke at Virgil's cock, his cum filling Virgil and the pleasant sting of a fresh bite, Virgil quickly falls over the edge as well
They stay there for a moment catching their breath before Roman tries to gently pull out of Virgil afraid to cause him any discomfort
Roman lays next to Virgil, Virgil rolls onto his side to look at Roman, Roman softly brushes a bit of hair away from Virgil's eyes
"Maybe I should wear skirts more often" Virgil says still a little breathless
"I wouldn't be apposed" Roman says leaning in to kiss Virgil
They lay there another few moments, laying close together, Roman wraps his arms around Virgil
"We should probably get cleaned up"
Virgil makes a dismissive noise snuggling closer to Roman
"In a bit" he says "Wanna rest a few more minutes"
Dude I am thinking SO HARD about what you said about Virgil and Roman fucking like rabbits whenever Thomas has a crush. Like their own emotions just become so overwhelming and even if they wanted to couldnt resist how badly they want each other. They’re like magnets and during that first initial phase of a crush they are inseparable and will not leave the bedroom unless forced to
all those romancey fluttery infatuation feelings overflowing into constant needy desperation, half the time they end up frotting in the hallway because they couldnt wait long enough to get to the bedroom, messy kisses and clinging and needy mouthing a lot the jaw while they whine and breathlessly praise each other....... Insatiably Horny Prinxiety Good
A/N: I’ve been working on this one for a long time and I’m SO glad I finally finished it. I’ll likely write more expanding on this concept like Virgil eventually finding out and maybe even a threesome with the two Virgil’s but we’ll see
Summary- Roman, in the midst of dealing with a huge crush on Virgil, subconsciously uses the imagination to create his own Virgil. Basically, the imagination tells Roman to get laid.
Content warnings: none I don’t think? I mean Roman has sex with a Virgil doppelgänger so if that’s not your thing fair enough maybe skip this one
Roman had a problem that seemed to be growing each time he left his room. Ever since Virgil tried to duck out, the broody emo had been spending more of his time outside his room and with the others. Including Roman. With each new dilemma Thomas faced, the two grew closer and closer even as relationships with Logan and Patton grew strained now that Janus and even Remus were in the mix.
In the midst of all the chaos, Roman had undeniably become overwhelmingly attracted to Virgil. He adored everything about him from his snarky smile to the way his purple eyeshadow shimmered whenever he got excited. The nights they would stay up late watching Disney movies in Roman’s room, cuddled against each other under his sheets were Roman’s favorite. He loved the quips Virgil shot at him and his angelic laugh when Roman bickered back.
Despite being a romantic at heart, Roman was incredibly hesitant to further his relationship with Virgil in fear of ruining what they’ve worked so hard to have. To say they had a rocky start was understatement and Roman would sooner lose at the hands of the dragon witch than lose Virgil.
So he hoped that once their fractured relationships with the others healed, his feelings would fade and everything would go back to normal. Unfortunately, as Patton and Janus approached Roman with an apology and the hope of reaching an understanding, everyone worked together to make Logan feel more heard, and Janus and Virgil tentatively repaired their once unbreakable bond, Roman’s feelings stayed. In fact, now that they spent less time together and more time with the others, Roman found himself looking forward to their solitary movie and cuddle nights even more.
Sitting at the kitchen table as Patton mixed a fresh batch of cookies and Janus made some comment that resulted in Virgil’s gorgeous laugh echoing throughout the room, Roman was reminded of this exact predicament. He wanted to be the reason for Virgil’s elated expression, wanted to be the reason for the healthy flush across his cheeks, visible despite the white foundation. Roman loved it when he could see the red dusting his stormcloud’s cheeks and would love even more to see it without his makeup covering it as well as how the flush would spread across his body when he-
Roman’s eyes widened and a dark blush reddened his own cheeks as he realized just where his train of thought was heading. That was the other part of his problem. As much as Roman was embarrassed to admit it, his thoughts had recently taken a more... suggestive turn. He desperately wanted to know what Virgil would look like beneath him, bare and breathless and something Roman knew he could never have. The fact that he was even having these thoughts was enough to send him hurtling out of his seat and towards the privacy of his room despite the confused and concerned looks sent his way.
Closing and locking his door behind him, Roman sighed and settled behind his desk with the small hope that getting some work done would distract him from his heated thoughts. He began scribbling away, mostly nonsense base ideas that weren’t meant to really go anywhere, just something to keep his mind off Virgil.
Virgil…
“Roman?”
The prince immediately perked up at the sound of the anxious emo’s voice and quickly took notice that his mindless scrawling seemed to take the form artful sketches of the emo side himself, causing Roman to panic and scramble to cover the pages before they could be seen.
“Ah! Just a moment, Virgil! Apologies, you caught me off guard, I-”
“Princey~”
Roman froze and felt his cheeks heat up. Virgil’s voice was smooth, yet soft and if he wasn’t mistaken, a bit teasing. A small part of him even wanted to believe it was intentionally seductive because that tone of voice certainly did things to Roman. However, he quickly brushed those thoughts aside as he knew Virgil would never do that and he was ashamed of himself for even thinking such thoughts as he stood from his chair and turned around to face the side he had already kept waiting for far too long.
Roman felt his breathing stop and his heart rate spike.
There stood Virgil, leaning with one arm against his bedpost, in the most seductive clothes the prince had ever seen him in. The dark purple skirt he wore rose just above his midthigh and left very little to the imagination. He had a sheer, black crop top that didn’t cover anything and on his neck rested a deep red choker with a small crown charm dangling from it. Virgil’s eyes were lidded and his teeth bit his plush bottom lip teasingly, leaving Roman unable to look away without desperately wanting to know what those full lips would feel like on his.
Virgil giggled at Roman’s awe, his jaw nearly dropping to the floor as the normally anxious and reserved side swung himself around the bedpost and sat on the edge of the prince’s massive bed. The skirt rose up even more and Roman swore he could see a hint of what looked to be red lace underneath, causing his face to flare up even more than it already had. The object of his affections spread his legs slightly, just enough to tease Roman, and he laid back onto the bed, arms stretched above his head. Both the shirt and skirt rose higher as a result confirming there was in fact lacy red lingerie underneath those sinful clothes.
Roman could feel himself get light headed as all his blood rushed downward and he felt a familiar warmth coiling in his gut. He collapsed back in his chair, fearing if he stood for any longer, his legs would give out. Only the sound of Virgil’s teasing, seductive voice was able to snap him out of the trance he was in.
“Princey, I need you. I’ve wanted you for so long, please, I can’t wait any longer. Please, take me, Roman,” he whimpered desperately, batting his eyes innocently at the other side who was struggling to keep his composure.
Had it not been for the sheer amount of shock and confusion running through his head, Roman would have jumped the man’s bones by now, but his head simply couldn’t wrap itself around the situation at hand. Roman had just seen Virgil in the commons and was certain he wasn’t wearing the revealing clothes that now hugged his smaller frame.
“Virgil? I… What’s going on? Wait, how did you even get in here? This doesn’t make sense; when did you even change?” Roman stumbled over his words, confusion just barely beating out his desire to take Virgil’s newfound forwardness at face value.
Virgil replied coolly, sitting up and still looking at Roman with that horribly seductive expression, “You wanted me didn’t you? Well, here I am.”
“I…” The prince wasn’t completely sure how to respond to that. Virgil certainly wasn’t wrong, but it still didn’t answer any questions he had.
Unfortunately, before he had the chance to ask anymore questions, Virgil had moved from the bed right on to Roman’s lap, straddling him with arms wrapped around his shoulders. Roman’s grip on the armrests of his chair tightened as the object of his affections began mouthing at his neck, hot breath against his ear, whispering, “Stop worrying, my prince, that’s my job. Besides, there’s much better things you and I could be doing right now.”
Virgil’s voice was downright salacious and Roman was just about to give in, eyes drifting shut, leaning in towards the other’s lips…
Knock knock knock!
“Hey, Princey! Open up!”
Virgil’s voice called from the other side of Roman’s door who shot up from his seat, sending the look-alike to the floor. His mind racing, he looked from his door to the thing he had previously thought to be Virgil.
“What the hell? Oh my god, what the hell?! What is going on, what are you?” Roman cried as quietly as he could, hoping not to alert the real Virgil.
The fake just tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy. “I’m Virgil, dear. I’m here to give you everything you want,” he said, voice still using that seductive lilt.
“What are you… oh. Oh god. Fuck. Fuck! You’re a construct of the imagination, aren’t you?” The question was more of an accusation, but the imaginary Virgil didn’t flinch, even as Roman continued his panicked rant, “How did you even get here? I never made Virgil in the imagination! Who would even…? Remus. That jerk sent you here just to mess with me! When I get my hands on him-”
“Roman! Dude, are you okay? What the hell is going on in there?”
Right. Real Virgil. Right outside his door.
“Coming!” Roman shouted before turning to the doppelganger, “You! Hide behind the bed! Now!”
Roman all but dragged the construct to its makeshift hiding place before he opened his door just enough to let Virgil see him, but not into his room.
“Virgil! My dear friend! What brings you here?” He asked as casually as he could, mentally kicking himself for how unconvincing he sounded.
“Um… I was just checking in on you. You like… bolted out of the kitchen out of nowhere. Is everything okay?”
Roman was sure he was sweating at this point. He fidgeted with his shirt, answering nervously, “Yes! Yes, of course! I just… had an idea! I simply had to write it down right away before I forgot it. You know how forgetful I can be and when creativity strikes, I simply must act.”
While Virgil didn’t quite look convinced, he didn’t actively seem suspicious of Roman. Instead, he simply sighed and said “If you say so, dude. Just… let me know if you need to talk, okay? Bottling things up never does any good and I care about you. We all do”
Virgil’s voice had taken on a softer tone, one that melted Roman’s heart. His sincerity and concern was just so… Virgil, and Roman couldn’t help but think about how absolutely whipped he was for the man in front of him.
“Thank you, Virgil. Truly. You’ll be the first to know if something comes up.”
Virgil gave him an awkward smile in an attempt to mirror the genuine one Roman wore. With a small nod, he walked away, no doubt going to his room to decompress, and Roman closed his door with a sigh of relief.
“Roman~”
“Goddammit.”
Not-Virgil had moved from where Roman placed him, hidden behind his ornate bed, to lay on top of the covers, stretched out on his side, tracing circles onto the silk sheets with his finger. He batted his eyes and, for a second, Roman flushed at the perfect look-alike of the man he so desperately wanted before he got ahold of himself again.
“Nope, no. You are going back to the imagination where you belong and you can go back to Remus and tell him to fuck off. I don’t want any part in his stupid games. Creating you to torment me is a low blow and I won’t-”
“Remus didn’t make me.”
The doppelganger spoke up suddenly. It caught Roman off guard and caused him to stop in his tracks. His voice was quiet when he said, “What do you mean?”
“Remus didn’t make me. You did, Roman,” Not-Virgil continued, “You wanted me so badly so here I am. Consciously or not, you created me so we could be together, so I could please you. Let me please you, Roman.” His voice was barely a whisper now, hot and needy.
Roman swallowed heavily, mind muddled with conflicting emotions. Confusion at the whole situation, disgust and shame for himself, and still that simmering arousal settled deep inside him at the sight of Virgil in such sexy clothing practically begging for him, real or not.
Too caught up in his mind to notice, Not-Virgil had creeped up to him, snapping him out of his trance as the construct placed one hand on his chest, the other cradling his face. Their faces were inches apart and Roman was frozen in place, so desperately wanting to give in, but too filled with shame to do so.
“Please? I want you so bad, my prince. I’m all yours. I know you want it too so please just fuck me, I need it!” He cried softly, beginning to squirm as he desperately rolled his hips against Roman’s, whose own twitched in return. Roman was already half-hard and couldn’t deny how badly he wanted it as well. This Virgil was right; the imagination did have a habit of acting on both creativities’ subconscious and now that he really thought about it, Roman was almost surprised something like this hadn’t happened sooner.
Surely because it's not real, it would be fine, right? It would be no different from masterbating while thinking about Virgil which he already did often. Maybe if he was lucky, fucking his feelings out would reduce them to a much more manageable state! Roman tried to reason with himself all while his hands hovered just over “Virgil’s” hips and said emo mouthed at Roman’s neck, waiting for a response.
Roman pulled away with a frustrated groan and ran his fingers through his hair.
“Okay, fine. I’m horny, the imagination seems to think I need this, and maybe it’s right. This… it’s only weird if I make it weird, right… Virgil?” He asked mostly to himself, but he saw how a new hunger sparked in Virgil’s eyes before the scantily-clad man threw himself at the prince.
Their lips crashed together in an aggressive and needy kiss, moans escaping each of them. Virgil’s arms wrapped around Romans neck, hands reaching into his hair to tug and scratch at his scalp. The creative side growled into the kiss, biting his partner’s lip and grabbing him by the thighs, prompting him to jump and wrap his legs around Roman’s waist, so the prince could carry them to his bed.
Even as Virgil collapsed on the bed, their lips never separated, Roman falling with him. He let out noises that wouldn’t be out of place in an over-the-top porno and made Roman blush madly, thankful his room was soundproof.
However, Virgil wasn’t content in just making out and grinding against his partner. Soon his mouth traveled down the prince’s neck, biting harshly before pressing gentle kisses on the same spot as though in apology. Roman moaned and his nails scratched lightly down Virgil’s body. He could feel the other’s hands trail down his own body, grasping at the bottom of his shirt and tugging it upwards.
Roman took the hint and quickly pulled his shirt over his head, immediately moving to do the same for Virgil. The emo reached for Roman’s belt as soon as his hands were free, not waiting a moment longer to remove his lover’s pants.
Both sides were breathing heavily with some whimpers and groans dispersed throughout. Roman even let out a high pitched whine as he slowly pushed Virgil's purple skirt up and dragged the red lacy underwear down his thick thighs. He didn’t even bother removing the skirt, content to fuck Virgil in it.
The idea of Virgil wearing his color, sending the clear message that he belonged to Roman sent his mind reeling. Even as he mourned having to toss the lingerie to the side, Roman took solace in the fact that Virgil still had the deep red collar that he would give anything to see the real Virgil in.
He was soon drawn away from all thoughts of real and fake Virgils as the one in front of him flipped them unexpectedly, leaving Roman beneath his smirking partner. The cocky expression he wore was just so Virgil, Roman couldn’t help but sigh dreamily, completely enamored.
Virgil began to kiss down his chest, stopping at his nipples to take one into his mouth. The prince cried out at the sensation, arching his back in response. Virgil only snickered before continuing his path downward and slowly peeling his partner’s underwear off with lidded eyes and hot breath. Roman’s cock sprang from its confines, causing him to gasp quietly. He bit his lip and Virgil’s fingers caressed dick with feather-light touches that became firmer as if in awe of the man before him.
The dark side’s tongue flicked out, licking Roman’s tip as he stroked him. He slowly took Roman into his mouth, clearly intent on teasing if the sinful look in his eyes was anything to go by. Bit by bit, Virgil swallowed around him until the tip touched his throat with no hint of a gag reflex.
By now, the creative side had one hand on Virgil’s head and the other in a fist where he bit his knuckles in an attempt to keep quiet. The hand keeping Virgil where he was tightened, fingers curling around his hair in a slight tug. The simple gesture caused the dark side to moan loudly, eyes rolling back slightly, and the vibrations from his throat to go straight to Roman’s dick whose knuckles did nothing to hide the shout of pleasure that escaped him.
Virgil was really working to drive his partner crazy now. He bobbed his head, tongue running over the cock in his mouth in the best way possible. Occasionally, he would tease the head, running his tongue over the slit, or just barely grazing his teeth over the sensitive skin, making Roman’s toes curl. The sight of his crush like this was enough to get him off alone so needless to say, his grip on Virgil’s hair soon tightened as he gasped in warning of his imminent release.
But before he could cum down that gorgeous throat that hadn’t been marked nearly enough for Roman’s liking, Virgil pulled away. Where Roman had been strung tight as a wire before, as soon as the overwhelming sensations stopped, all the tension in his body released, still reeling from being right on the edge, but not given the final push he needed.
“You didn’t think this was gonna be over that quickly, did you?” Virgil teased, licking his lips with a heated expression, “I want you inside me, Roman, need to feel you. Don’t even need to prep, baby, I’m ready. Been waiting for this for so long.”
Roman nodded, not trusting his voice enough to speak. They both maneuvered so that Roman was back on top, his cock grinding against Virgil’s hole before lubing up and pressing in, all while nipping and kissing the pale neck before him. Roman groaned at the warm pressure enveloping his cock and squeezed his eyes shut, relishing in the pleasure and the breathy moans coming from his partner.
Virgil’s hands scrambled to claw at Roman’s back, desperate to get as close as possible. Roman set a quick pace, unsure of how long he would be able to last and determined to bring his partner with him. His hands found Virgil's hips and his mouth found his lips in a dirty kiss. They panted into each other’s mouths, unable to keep their noises to themselves, but refusing to part until their lungs ached.
When he pulled away, Roman took a moment to admire the sight in front of him. Virgil’s flushed skin was gorgeous and the way he bit his lip made Roman want to bite it himself. His head was tipped back as angelic pleas and moans poured from his mouth in a symphony that intermingled with Roman’s own sounds. The skirt that still remained pushed up around Virgil’s waist bounced with the force of the prince’s thrusts, the movement of the delicate fabric a wonderful sensation against each of their bodies. Roman’s eyes flickered up to the red choker wrapped tightly around the pale neck, now mottled with bruises.
That little splash of red on his partner, signifying ownership, made Roman growl and double his efforts. Virgil was his, even if it was just for these fleeting few moments. That thought alone had a new rush of arousal coursing through his veins and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
Moving one of his hands from where he gripped Virgil’s hip, Roman began stroking his lover’s dick in time with his thrusts to bring him closer to the edge. He bit down hard on Virgil’s neck, leaving behind teeth marks and turning the skin there a gorgeous shade of red as the bruises began to set in. Virgil's cries grew louder and his hips bucked to meet Roman’s.
Roman couldn’t hold back any longer and came inside Virgil with a long groan, grinding his cock deeper as he rode out his orgasm. Virgil’s eyes fluttered shut when he felt Roman fuck him through his orgasm and warm cum spill inside him. His ass tightened around Roman’s cock, causing the prince to let out a choked whine.
Even as he reached his peak, Roman never once let his partner feel neglected, still stroking his cock until it became too much to bear and Virgil came too. His orgasm was unbelievably physical, hips thrusting wildly and hands grabbing at Roman wherever they could. His toes curled and eyes squeezed shut as his whole body tensed, cum squirting from his cock onto his and Roman’s stomachs.
Roman finally pulled out when Virgil finished and his body fell pliant once more. The creative side collapsed onto the bed next to his partner who seemed to already be on the verge of sleep. He waved his hand, using mindscape magic to will away the mess they had created, and wrapped his arms around Virgil who, in turn, snuggled closer and Roman swore he let out a purr.
Closing his eyes, the prince let his breathing even out, letting himself relax with Virgil’s head on his chest. Warm and content, they fell asleep in a matter of seconds.
***
When Roman woke up, the first thing he noticed was that his bed was empty. Pushing aside his disappointment, he got up and realized he had slept through the whole night and was now likely late for breakfast. Distantly, he hoped that his thoughts and feelings surrounding Virgil would be less of a nuisance now that he had… expressed some of them.
Unfortunately, he had no such luck. As soon as he heard three hard knocks at his door and deep grumbling voice still drenched in sleep, Roman knew he was more screwed than ever.
“Hey, Princey, you comin’ to breakfast or what? Pat’s makin’ pancakes so get your royal ass down to the kitchen already,” Virgil mumbled.
Roman had no idea how he was going to face Virgil after yesterday. He could only act like nothing happened and pray he never sees Not Virgil again… even if deep down he really, really wanted to experience it again. Just, preferably, with the real thing next time.
Tw: body transformation, animal behaviors, size differences, rough sex
It was a few days and the sides were adjusting to their temporary bodies and the new behaviors that came with being a hybrid. Turns out that Thomas’s daydreaming also had some weird translations when it affected the Mindscape, if Thomas associated an animal with one gender over the other the sides would gain the attributes of that gender. Roman and Logan were more aggressive and territorial, Remus was intersexed, and both Virgil and Janus had gained material instincts. Patton, didn’t seem to have any gendered behaviors but he was more excitable and affectionate…somehow.
“Roman it’s just a towel, a used towel, just let me use it for my nest!” Virgil reasoned as he put all of his weight into pulling the terry cloth away from the stubborn stag. He was hit with the need to have something that smelled like the others, snagging an old tee from their core was easy and Janus had understood the urge and given him a pillow.
The next side Virgil had chosen to visit was Roman and it was obviously not going well, “I’ll give it back later, just let me borrow it!” He yowled as Roman’s superior size let him pull the towel and Virgil into his arms, being encompassed in strong arms and soaked in musk made Virgil’s head spin, “What’s in it for me kitten?” Roman huffed, eyes narrowed in challenge. Without thinking Virgil presses up to Roman’s chest and purrs out, “fuck me, use me”. Roman let go of the towel and grabbed Virgil by the waist. In a flash they were both naked with Virgil being pinned against the nearest wall.
Virgil’s little body was stuffed full of deer cock, being bounced up and down on it by the tanned hands on his hips. It was fast and brutal but it also felt so good to just let his body be manhandled, the stag’s aggressiveness going from frustrating to fulfilling as the walls of his ass were rubbed and stretched beautifully. Roman had to curl up to both fuck into Virgil and reach the emo’s shoulder to leave nips and nuzzles. Then all too suddenly the stag hybrid let out a whistling grunt and Virgil felt the dick inside him inflate and pump seed deep into him.
Out of breath Roman lifts the cat hybrid off of his dick just for a flood of cum to gush out of the smaller side, Virgil mews at the loss but quiets as the stag snaps them clean and snuggles the cat close. They lay there in blissed silence until Roman has to get back to work on the project he had been protecting before he was interrupted. Virgil leaves a bit later with his prize and a necklace of forming hickies.
