Remus does a bunch of testing to see how tight he can keep a collar around Logan’s neck and for how long before it passes out, initially going all the way, and he just loses consciousness in a minute or two since he can’t breathe. Then once he wakes up he feels the same sensation again, lasting a little longer but still passing out in the end. Remus tries over an over, carefully watching to see just when his toy is about to roll its eyes back as it sputters around the gag in its mouth, until he knows roughly the point where Logan will struggle to breathe but won’t collapse. Every time he fades in and out of consciousness, Logan uses his limited supply of air to show how much he loves the treatment and moans weakly.
ROADTRIP AU AND ALSO!!!! Janus and Remus ‘playing dolls’ and it’s just them sitting on the couch and jerking themselves off while telling Logan and Patton what to do and basically make them live porn. They have Patton eat a chili pepper and eat their Toy out, frot their cages together, and attach Logan’s nipple piercings to the maids collar, all so they don’t have to do the work of torturing them to get off to their screams.
Remus’ boot is on Patton’s rear, pushing him into the already full container that currently housed their Toy. He did not know its name, only that when he was learning to be a good servant, they refused to let it be recognized as a person. Patton did not want to be in its position at all. Most of the time, it sat here in its cage, plugged and stimulated, until one of its owners was feeling sadistic or aroused enough to take it out on it. Janus had told him its purpose was to be their Toy, and if Patton left the slightest impression that he was treating it as a person, then he’d be turned into one along side him.
He’d seen the kinds of things they did to it. Much like his own mark that he received on his first night here, the Toy had a raised brand, with 3 tally marks beneath the reddened ‘J’ to show how long he’d been there. The bruises were almost too much to look at, let alone receive. The Toy would get them for no reason, it’d be stuck with a flogger over and over until it was red. They would fuck it’s hole with dildos twice the size of their own dicks to cum to the sound of it screaming, and regularly force Patton to watch and listen, instructing him to clean its hole with his tongue when they were done. It looked so blank even as it endured the most intense pain he’d ever seen.
And now those broken eyes are looking at him, drool trailing down its lips once the dildo occupying its mouth was removed.
Patton’s forced further into the cage, until just his ankles and feet are sticking out as he lays on the bottom of the crate. The Toys encased cock is hitting his face and it’s an uncomfortable squeeze at best with the door open. But Remus shuts the door with a dark chuckle, forcing them both in anyway.
The Toy takes its gag back in its mouth, and Patton can feel how his shins press uncomfortably up against its pierced nipples. It barely reacts beyond a faint moan, and Patton knows that it’s extra sensitive with how Janus was shocking the buds and forcing it to scream before asking him to put it away.
It took Patton very long to acclimatize to his sleeping position kneeling beside the Toy’s cage until the morning, but there was no way he’d get any rest like this. Nor he imagined the toy would either. Kept always pleasured, tortured, and silent.
Patton’s body aches under the Toy for the rest of the night, wishing that the torment would stop.
After a day or so, the door opens, but he isn’t let out. Instead, Janus just uses the Toy’s mouth to get off.
Remus tying Logan and Patton so they’re choking on a double sided dildo and then getting distracted and forgetting about them. They end up with their mouths filled and they’re frotting their chastity cages together.
Thinking about Patton, who has a lil corner of the imagination that is Very locked away just for him. And a garden with a semi-sentient viney creature. Patton can allow himself to feel horny and to express his fantasies here, cause it's not like he's masturbating, but it's also not like he's having sex with another person. (He's got a lot of religious shame hangups around sex) And the plant 'needs' watering with semen, so it's not even him having sex cause he wants to, it's actually altruistic, caring for the plant.
And while Patton's over there thinking his rather common fantasies and desires are actually crazy wild fucked up sex, Remus has been drawn over by all the stifled sex. And he's torn between revealing himself and trying to get through to Patton, at the risk of losing his very nice voyeur vantage point, or just continue to watch even if he's frustrated by all the squashing of sexuality.
And then Remus realizes he can use his control over the imagination to slowly corrupt Patton into giving in to his own desires. He just has to be careful and subtle, not a thing he's usually good at. But this kind of a challenge is worth the extra effort.
summary: Logan, alchemist of the Royal Court of the Seven Seas, accidentally turns his prince, Patton, into a human for an hour.
They spend that hour discovering an awful lot about human physiology.
OR:
Nine thousand words of Patton discovering the joys of the human pussy
kinks/warnings: first time, first time masturbating, loss of virginity, blowjobs, face fucking, eating out, tentacles, choking, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex
Logan frowned down at the vial in his hand, rolling it between his fingers. It glowed a bright pink colour, light glinting off the beads of Logan’s jewels.
He couldn’t take it himself. If it was deadly, somehow, he’d need to be able to write that out. And what if it was permanent? And he was stuck as a human forever, locked away from his home and his family? No, he certainly couldn’t take it himself. But he needed to test it. Somehow.
The door to his lab burst open suddenly. He jumped, dropping the vial, which sunk to the ground harmlessly.
“Hey, Lo!” cried the prince, swimming closer. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle ya! Here.” He passed the potion back to Logan, beaming at him completely remorselessly.
“Ah, good afternoon, your highness,” Logan replied. He raised an eyebrow. “I believe I’ve told you already to knock before coming in here. I could always be working on something dangerous, you can’t just come in like that.”
“Yeah, I know. Sorry. I just wanted to see you.”
“You don’t need anything?”
“Nope! Just bored. What’s this? It’s really pretty.”
Logan hesitated. The prince had always had a fascination with humans. Almost an obsession, in fact. He could always be found at the surface, watching the ships and the kingdom above, wistfully imagining what it would be like to live up there in the sunlight.
The alchemist hadn’t told anyone about this new invention of his. It was something he was making for research — to look at human anatomy more closely on a living subject. Nothing gruesome, just the outwardly visible aspects. All the human specimens he could ever get his hands on were usually waterlogged and bloated, or half-eaten by some other creature before he could find it. A living, accurate example would be ideal, but he couldn’t study himself.
Still, he really shouldn’t tell Patton about it. The young man would drink it immediately, regardless of potential risks.
“Do you need to test it?” Patton asked. “I could try it for you. If you need.”
Logan blinked at Patton. “Are you serious?”
“Sure! I’ve got an afternoon free.”
“You don’t even know what it is.”
“Well, you wouldn’t give me anything bad, Lo. I trust you. If you need a test subject, I’m good to go.”
“No. I cannot test this on you. I don’t yet know if it’s safe.”
“Well, how are you gonna find out unless you try it, silly?” Patton asked, tilting his head. “You can’t try it on you, ‘cause you won’t be able to tell that it’s dangerous.”
“And if it is dangerous, I certainly can’t test it on you.”
“Just tell me what it does!”
“It’s none of your concern,” Logan snapped, turning his back to Patton to put the potion somewhere safe.
Stupid idea.
The prince, while never excelling at combat, had always been the fastest and most agile opponent in any ring. He shot forwards, weaving under Logan’s arm and snatching the potion from his hand before darting away again.
“Patton!” Logan yelled, spinning to follow him.
“Tell me what it is, or I’ll just drink it.”
“No!”
“Why?”
“Why do you want to know so badly?”
“Because I’m bored,” Patton groaned, flipping to float limply upside down, hair floating around his head and vial gripped tightly in his fist. “Please, Lo? Just tell me what it does.”
“It— Well, it…” He sighed, closing his eyes and rubbing a hand down his face. “Do you promise to give it back to me if I tell you?”
“Sure.”
“Fine. If it works, it should act as a one-time shapeshifting potion. I need to study anatomy, specifically, the anatomy of a live, untarnished specimen. So it should allow a mermaid to transform into another being temporarily — specifically, for about an hour.”
“What? That’s so cool! What shape?”
“I… that’s not important,” he grumbled. He swam closer, holding his hand out for the potion. “Give it back now.”
Patton dodged him, flipping upright again and swimming backwards faster than Logan would ever be able to forwards. “You said you’d tell me what it does. You won’t tell me what it turns people into. Your side hasn’t been fulfilled.”
“Fine! It would turn them into a human, okay?” Logan snapped.
The prince froze, eyes huge and lips slightly parted. He stared at Logan, who continued to approach slowly, until he finally got close enough to dart forwards and snatch the potion back.
“Wait!” Patton cried, trying to pull it back out of Logan’s hand, but the alchemist was ready this time, and kept it away. “Wait, Logan, please! Please, let me take it, I promise I’ll be okay! Please, please, Lo, let me be human for a minute. Just an hour, right? And then I’ll turn back? Nobody would even know!”
“No, Patton. Absolutely not. Give it to me.”
“Please,” the prince said again, his voice cracking as he cradled the potion to his chest. “I-I mean— Surely it’s better for me to take it than— than someone else? Right? Some poor citizen or— or something. It makes sense! Please, Logan? I’ve dreamed about this my entire life. I can’t just— just watch someone else get it.”
“You wouldn’t be able to enjoy it, your highness. It’s for science. I’d be asking you questions about your new body and you would have to answer. You’d be bored.”
“But I’d be able to feel the sunlight on my face. I’d be able to walk, and feel dry sand, and— and breathe air. Come on, when have you ever made a potion that didn’t work perfectly?”
Logan glared at him. “Give it back to me, now. I will not allow you to drink it.”
“I’m fully grown,” Patton snapped. “I’m capable of making my own decisions about my own safety. You need someone to test this potion on, and I don’t feel comfortable allowing you to test an unknown, potentially dangerous substance on one of my subjects. Including yourself. What sort of prince would I be if I let my people take risks I wasn’t willing to take myself?”
The alchemist sighed heavily, once again closing his eyes to try and rub away the migraine beginning to sweep behind them.
“You—”
He was cut off with a choked, startled gasp. His eyes snapped open, and he found patton, chest heaving and vial empty in his hand. He was staring at it with huge eyes.
“Patton!” Logan yelled, swimming towards the prince as the water around him started to swell and spin.
“Lo— ah!” he cried, dropping the vial and doubling over in agony.
“Patton? Patton!”
Logan continued to fight his way through the current, the water rushing in his ears and drowning out Patton’s next scream of pain. His webbed fingers tensed, curling in tandem with the twisting of his face.
“Patton!” Logan cried. The whirlpool surrounding Patton was getting faster, stark white bubbles beginning to block him from Logan’s view. He was pushed back, away from the prince he’d sworn to protect, thrown into his coral desk. He let out his own cry, just as silenced by the riptide tearing his lab to shreds. He closed his eyes as sediment began to rise and scrape at his skin, still reaching his hands towards Patton.
And then, as suddenly as it started, it was over. Silence reigned once more, save for Logan’s ragged breathing and the soft popping of the bubbles that remained. He opened his eyes, rubbing sand out of them and searching for patton as he did so.
Well, fuck.
There, floating limply in the centre of the lab, was a human. His eyes were closed, lips slightly parted and head bowed, his light gold hair buffeting around his head like a tiny halo.
Logan swam towards him, any curiosity disappearing as soon as he realised that his prince was drowning. He wrapped his arms around Patton’s bare torso, ignoring the soft, slippery sensation of scaleless flesh, and dragged him towards the window.
The prince didn’t stir as Logan shot towards the surface so fast his ears popped with the change in pressure. He didn’t stir as the broke the water, the midday sun hitting his face and the cold sea breeze rustling his hair.
Logan turned in a circle, searching for the shore. It wasn’t too far — a hundred feet out or so. At least Logan could continue to breathe above water, unlike most merpeople, so he could watch over the prince while he recovered on the beach.
He dragged Patton onto shore, and then began attempting to rouse him.
“Wake up. Patton. You need to wake up, Patton, please. Your highness, please— fuck—”
Suddenly, the boy sucked in a deep, heaving breath. He twisted onto his front, hands and knees still in the water as he coughed up what he’d swallowed, retching into the foamy tide.
“Breathe. You have to breathe, it’s just like being underwater. It’s okay, Patton.”
“Lo—” the prince choked, dragging himself away from the water and sucking in deep, desperate breaths. Logan’s ears, unused to hearing through air and usually relying on bubbles to carry sounds to him, barely even picked up on the sound. He hoped his voice wasn’t too loud.
“It’s okay, you’re alright. You’re okay, just breathe.”
“It’s— Am I—”
“You should know, Patton, you drank my potion. I told you what would happen.”
“I’m human?” Patton cried, throwing himself to the side so he could sit on the sand. He stared at his legs, reaching down to grab at his toes with a delighted laugh that devolved into another fit of coughing.
“No. You’re a mer in the form of a human. Do not mistake them.”
Patton ignored him, still coughing slightly as he wiggled his new limbs. “This is so cool!”
“That was reckless and stupid,” Logan snapped. “What were you thinking?”
“I’m sorry! But it’s fine, see? I’m fine!”
“You almost drowned!”
“But I didn’t,” Patton answered dismissively. “You saved me! How do I do the— the walking thing?”
“How should I know?” Logan snapped, but patton was already rushing to his feet, stumbling forwards and falling onto his face. The irritation disappeared immediately as he jerked forwards. “Patton! Are you okay?”
“Yeah!” Patton gushed.He twisted around so that he was sat on the wet sand, the tide brushing up his hips. “This is hard.”
“Humans usually take a couple of years to learn it,” Logan said. “Don’t worry, you don’t really need to be able to walk. What… what does it feel like?”
“Weird. It’s… it’s not really that different to if I had a tail? But they move separately. It’s weird. What are the different bits?”
Logan smiled. He dragged himself using his arms until he was right beside Patton in the surf. He took one of Patton’s legs into his hands, holding him gently by his foot.
“So,” he said. “These, obviously, are legs. Crustaceans have them, as well as crustacean mer. On the ends of the leg, humans have feet. They usually have five toes on each foot— that’s this little—”
Patton yelped, his leg kicking out as Logan brushed his finger against the toes. Logan startled violently, dropping the limb back into the water.
“Did that hurt? Are you alright?” he asked sharply.
The prince laughed. “No! Sorry, that wasn’t on purpose? It tickled! The feet are, like, super ticklish!”
Shoulders relaxing, Logan huffed a small chuckle. “Oh. Well, good. Anyway, those are toes. They help humans balance.”
Patton giggled at him, and he walked him through the basic anatomy for the rest of the leg. It was mostly things he’d learned from crustaceans, or sea birds. In this aspect, humans weren’t all that unique. Although, ticklishness was a feature Logan hadn’t yet heard about.
“Where is their egg sac?” Patton asked, once they’d finished studying his legs and he’d gotten a bit better at standing on them. He’d begun pacing slightly, eyes locked onto his feet as he mechanically, carefully moved around. once he’d left the tide, Logan had pushed himself back again, until he was mostly submerged and his weight was back on the water, rather than the corase, half-dry sand.
“Well, that’s a rather fascinating part,” Logan explained. “It isn’t what we’re going to study today, for obvious reasons, but humans don’t have egg sacs. Well, not really. They don’t call them that, at least. There are, in basic terms, two biological sexes. Each sex has a different reproductive organ. Females contain their eggs within themself, while males fertilise it, similarly to most mer.”
“Wow!” Patton said. He’d raised his volume so the sound could still get to Logan. “And they can’t change it? Their— sex.”
“They can medically, but not at will. Fascinatingly it appears you have been given a vagina through the potion. How odd.”
“So… this bit is normally for the females?” Patton asked, looking down at his crotch.
“Yes. Gender is different for humans. As your mer genealogy allows you to change your sexual characteristics at will, I expect the potion turned you into whichever way you were leaning at the time of consumption.”
“Huh… so what do the men get?”
“A penis. It is external, and intended to be inserted into the vagina — that is what you currently possess — in order to reproduce.”
“Oh, okay. So… basically the same a mer, then, right?”
“Essentially. Except the fertilisation always occurs internally, and the eggs are not laid, they grow into the offspring itself, like with sharks or whales.”
“Oh. So they don’t hatch?”
“No. They grow inside the female, and then the female gives birth to them. That part is fairly similar to the laying of eggs, but the offspring is fully formed as a human youngling, there is no external gestation.”
“That’s so weird. But they must be so small? Humans are so much smaller than sharks. And whales.”
“Ah, no. They’re small, yes, but big enough for it to be an extremely difficult and painful process. Before their medicine advanced, it was often fatal. They’re very inefficiently evolved. But that isn’t what we were—”
“That’s awful,” Patton said, eyebrows creasing. “How did the babies get out, then?”
“The vagina is a hole. The babies are pushed out of it. But, Patton, please focus—”
“There’s a hole?”
The prince reached down between his legs, squatting slightly to open the slit and poking his fingers around the flesh between.
“Where? I can’t find it.”
“You don’t need to, that isn’t what I wanted to—”
“Oh! I’ve got it! So, what, they put the man’s penis inside?”
“They do. But—”
“How big are they? The penises, I mean? Does it hurt them to do that as well? ‘Cause this feels kinda small.”
“I— I don’t know. That doesn’t come up in the records. From the little I’ve gathered, I believe it is supposed to be pleasant.”
“Pleasant how?”
“I don’t know, Patton,” Logan snapped, an inexplicable heat rushing up his chest to his ears. They were straying farther and farther from scientific collaboration, although, he shouldn’t have been surprised given that his collaborator was Patton. “Now, can we focus?”
“I am focussing! This is part of the human anatomy, right?”
“Yes, but I’m not interested in reproduction—”
Patton ignored him. “What’s this other bit?”
“What other bit?” Logan asked, averting his eyes as a furiously embarrassed flush seated through him.
“It’s like…” The prince huffed frustratedly, and lay down on the sand, knees raised and legs open, fingers still groping and pressing his own flesh. He used them to part the lips of his new organ, and then poked at a small hooded bundle at the top. “This. Do you see it? It feels like a sort of… ball?”
“I don’t know what that is,” Logan said, barely adoring it a glance. “Just skin, probably. Humans have lots spare, it probably just bundles.”
“I don’t… I don’t think so,” Patton murmured. He continued to press on the spot, fingers feelings at the spot.
Suddenly, he gasped, a hitching, shaky noise. His hand jerked away, and he slammed his legs closed, staring at Logan with huge eyes.
“What? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”
“No,” Patton murmured. His chest was flushing, breathing trembling as he continued to stare at Logan.
“Patton? What’s the matter?” the alchemist asked, alarm making his fins stand on end as he desperately fought the urge to beach himself and check on the prince.
“Nothing,” he said, face blushing that equally-pretty pink.
“Okay? So… can we focus? Please? You stole the potion that was supposed to be used for research, the least you could— What are you doing?”
The prince had clearly stopped listening. He’d opened his legs back up, and his thin, webless fingers were once again between his legs. He wasn’t even looking at Logan, eyes closed and brows slightly furrowed, mouth hanging open as his hips pressed themselves closer to his hand.
“Patton?” Logan asked, and he suddenly felt bafflingly off-kilter, throat dry and words sticking to its walls.
“Lo…” Patton whispered, and something electric shot down Logan’s spine at the sound. The Prince’s voice was shaky and rough, pitched low in a way it never had been before.
“What are you doing?” Logan asked again, several octaves higher.
“I don’t know,” the prince answered. He opened his eyes, looking at Logan through half-lids, his new, long eyelashes hiding his irises. He drew in another tremulous gasp, and sighed, tilting his head back. “I don’t know, but it— it feels nice, it feels really— Logan—”
The last word came out as a moan, and that same electric sensation tingled in Logan’s body. He felt breathless, which was ridiculous because he could breathe out of water, he knew he could, he’d observed humans for years with no respiratory issues, and yet he felt like now he wasn’t getting quite enough oxygen.
“Stop that,” he croaked.
“Why?” Patton asked, not stopping even a little bit, as his fingers rubbed against that ball and his legs flexed to push his hips towards them.
Because I don’t understand what you’re doing, Logan thought, but he couldn’t just admit that, he was supposed to be some sort of expert in humanity.
“It could hurt you,” he said instead. The prince laughed, breathless and high-pitched.
“It doesn’t hurt. It feels so good. It’s like— Hou should be writing this down. Whatever— ah, oh, gods— whatever this is is what we need to be studying, it’s—” His back arched, and his fingers dipped lower, nearer to the hole that Logan could just about see.
“Oh!” Patton gasped, cutting himself off. His movements halted, and he frowned curiously.
“What?”
“It’s… slimy? Like… wet, but thicker.”
“That’s… odd.”
“Is it meant to happen? Is it ‘cause it feels good?”
“I… perhaps? Or maybe… maybe coitus isn’t as easy on the female as I thought, and it’s some sort of lubricating agent to make insertion easier.”
“Huh?” Patton asked, his hand moving back up to the bit of flesh he’d been initially interested in. “Oh, gods, it feels way better with the wet stuff—”
“Patton, we need to focus, please,” Logan tried, eyes glued to the glistening between Patton’s legs, to the way he seemed so desperate for whatever stimulation that tiny little bundle of nerves could possibly be giving him.
“You said they put stuff in the hole?”
“Not stuff. The man’s penis goes inside, yes. I don’t believe they just shove anything up there. It has a use.”
“D’you think that feels as good as this?” Patton choked. “What if I put my fingers in? Would that feel as good?”
“I— No. Probably not. Don’t do that.”
“Why?”
“It could hurt you,” Logan snapped, voice tight again.
Patton huffed out a breath. He dipped his fingers lower again, the middle one feeling at the entrance to the hole.
“Patton,” Logan begged, running a hand through his hair just so he had something to do with it that wasn’t reaching out to touch his prince.
“Hold on, Lo. Gimme a sec, I… I think…” He hissed slightly as he began to press his finger in, and then drew it back out.
“Are you okay?” Logan asked, once again pushing himself nearer to the prince.
“That did actually kinda hurt. Hang on, I’m gonna get my hand more slippery.”
“Just— Patton, please, just stop and let’s go back to—0”
“This is good info! You clearly don’t know what it is, so we’re learning new things!”
Logan watched, speechless, as Patton pushed his middle finger in again. He let out a little noise of discomfort, but kept pushing inwards, tilting his hips to make the angle easier.
Patton mumbled something that Logan didn’t hear. Then, he raised his voice. “It doesn’t feel good, but— I feel like it could?”
He drew the finger out, gasping softly as he did so, and then pushed it back in.
“Oh— that’s— that’s better, that—”
Logan continued to stare as Patton pulled out again, and then pressed the fourth finger up beside his middle and pushed them both in.
This time, he gasped loudly, whimpering. His hips pushed downwards, towards his fingers, lifting slightly off the ground as he threw his head back. He was still slightly damp from the sea, droplets of water clinging to his pale skin, glistening like jewels in the sunlight on the column of his throat, and Logan wanted to grab him—
He screwed his eyes closed, ducking his head into the water to try and shock the thoughts from his mind. That wasn’t proper. If anything, it was downright threatening, and he should…
Well. He shouldn’t have allowed this in the first place.
His head breached the surface again, and he glanced to find patton moving his hand more intently. At this angle, Logan couldn’t see the hole, the way the long, slender limbs seemed to disappear into it. But he could see the tilt of Patton’s hips, the dense, golden hair that brushed against his palm, the way his thighs and calves flexed in movement against the sand.
“Patton,” he said darkly, and the prince moaned.
“Logan—” he choked, voice high and desperate, eyes screwed shut and chest heaving, mouth wide open even when he was silent. “Lo, gods, I’m— it’s so good, it feels— it’s—”
“Please stop,” Logan begged. His throat was tight, fingers flexing at his sides to try and push down the urge to reach out. He didn’t even know what he would do once he was touching the prince. But the noises coming from Patton’s mouth were making Logan’s scales stand on edge and he’d never wanted anything as much as he wanted to hear more, louder, he wanted them to be because of him.
As usual, though, Patton ignored his pleas for sensibility. He continued to push and pull his fingers in and out, getting faster, wrist moving to get deeper and deeper. Logan dipped his neck back into the water, sucking in water breathlessly as he watched.
Patton let out a breathy sound. His hips pushed down, and his other hand snapped to the side, rubbing at the little nub of flesh that had caused such a reaction earlier. The broken, chesty moan was even louder this time. His foot jerked, and his knees fell to the ground, feet together and knees pushed wide open, back arching and toes curling as his fingers pushed deeper and deeper into that wet hole. His eyes opened, pupils blown wide as he looked down to watch his own body in awe. Logan wasn’t sure he would look any better.
“Lo,” Patton whined, gaze flicking up to meet Logan’s, and the same shock of electricity ran down his body as their eyes met. “Logan, please—”
“I don’t understand what you’re asking for,” Logan choked.
“‘S so good. So, so good, I’m— It’s like— It feels so good—”
Logan swallowed again. Patton’s movements reached a newer frenzy, his noises almost like screams as he rubbed hard and fast against that bundle of nerves, fingers slamming in and out of himself brutally. His legs kicked, and jerked, and he curled in on himself briefly. His hips twitched, voice cutting out as his mouth opened in a wide, silent scream.
“Patton?” Logan asked, panic once again gripping his own throat as his prince’s face twisted in what looked like agony. His back arched outwards again as he convulsed, fingers suddenly stilling within himself, as deep as he’d managed to get them. Logan jerked closer to him, but he couldn’t actually leave the water, and he was stuck anyway.
But then, Patton fell still. His fingers slipped out from between his legs as his body went limp, and he stared up at the sky, panting, race red and eyes wide.
“Patton?” Logan said again.
“I’m good,” the prince whispered. “That was… That was unbelievable.”
“Are you alright?”
“Alright? That was fantastic. Logan, it was like— It was like… like an explosion. Inside me. Like an explosion of nice and good feelings, you know, but physical good, not like feelingsy good. Does that make sense?”
“Not… really, no,” Logan croaked. He swallowed thickly, staring at Patton for several long seconds, and then his eyes darted away as they found themselves drawing nearer to that little slit between his legs.
And then, it felt like his heart stopped.
Further up the beach, too far to have been able to see Logan but plenty close enough to spot Patton and his nudity and his activities, was a fisherman. And he was watching Patton intently, standing stock-still and mouth hanging open.
“Patton!” Logan hissed, and the regency in his voice finally drew Patton’s attention.
“Hm? Are you okay?”
“There’s a person! Come in the water and hide!”
Patton’s eyes widened, and Logan watched as he turned to the side, his eyes landing on the human, and he felt his stomach sink at the expression of wonder on his face. He glanced at Logan, but turned back to the man.
“Patton!” Logan implored. This time, Patton ignored him entirely. He raised his arm above his head and waved in greeting.
The human waved back. Then, it began to walk closer.
“Patton, i’m serious. Humans are not to be trifled with. They are dangerous enough to one another, let alone mer!”
“But it thinks I’m human. I’ll be fine, i’m just gonna say hi!”
“I cannot protect you while you’re on land! Please, Patton, just listen to me—”
“I’m saying hi,” Patton said resolutely, and then the human was too close for them to exchange words.
It hadn’t spotted Logan. Its eyes were locked onto Patton, hungry like a predator smelling blood. It said something, and Patton tilted his head in confusion. Logan couldn’t hear what they were saying. Fuck, he wished he could hear them.
Logan watched, helpless and furious, as the thing raised it’s hand to touch Patton’s face. Patton flinched, and the skin on his face darkened to a bright crimson. The man leaned down to bring their faces together, and Patton giggled loudly enough that even Logan heard it. The prince looked over at the water, and Logan ducked his head down. It felt wrong to be watching this. He wouldn’t leave, in case Patton needed assistance, or something, but the prince didn’t know he was being watched. The giggle made it abundantly clear that Patton wasn’t disliking his encounter, and he’d always been so fascinated with humans that it probably could constitute a fetish.
Fine. He could have his fun. But Logan would do his duty as Patton’s servant and physician and ensure that he was safe. If that meant he had to… watch… well.
He supposed he would make such a sacrifice.
Then, the two were kissing. It looked intense. Patton’s thighs pressed together, his hips jerking towards the man just like they had towards his own hand earlier. Then, he flinched away, laughing loudly and nervously, his face bright red.
“Sorry!” he yelped, his voice cracking, and the man’s shoulders shook with a laugh. Logan narrowed his eyes.
Slowly, the man’s other hand began to dance at Patton’s waist as they began to kiss once more. Patton pressed closer to the man, and Logan once more had the sensation of being unable to breathe. He panted, his both warm as he watch Patton spread his thighs slightly. The man pushed his knee between them, and Patton’s legs appeared to buckle. The man moved like he was laughing again, and said something. With an overeager nod, Patton sat down hard, and then lay back. The man messed with the clothing at his navel, and then pushed it down, so that his rear and the tops of his thighs were visibile. Logan wrinkled his nose in disgust at the sight of his reproductive organ, and then the man was lying down, on top of Patton, his knees on either side of Patton’s waist. He put an elbow in the side next to Patton’s head, but his other hand stayed at his penis, stroking it slowly.
“Is that your— your penis?” Patton asked loudly. Hm. So he’d remembered that part of the lecture. At least Logan had managed to teach him something of use in this excursion.
The two talked for a moment. Logan was feeling the boiling hot rage beginning to wane as his pulse lowered. The man didn’t appear to want to hurt Patton. Patton seemed to be having fun, if the way he was grinning and gasping and arching his back suggested anything.
Then, the man was standing up. Patton followed after a moment, but only moved to his knees. He wobbled slightly, probably unused to the new balance of weight. He steadied himself using the man’s thighs for support.
They exchanged a few more words. Patton looked up at the man, smiling brightly, and opened his mouth wide.
The next few minutes were… interesting. They started off slow. Patton did most of the work, his head moving slowly back and forth. Logan felt… hot again. He was tingling, in a way he hadn’t in years. He felt like he’d been stung by some kind of jellyfish. He wanted to kill this man. He wanted to take Patton deep into the ocean, farther than any mer had ever gone, and he wanted to use him—
Fuck. Logan ducked his head under the water again to cool down. He was here trying to protect the prince, to teach him, not to… lust for him.
When he raised his head again, he discovered that the man was moving his hips. Patton was still now, the man holding his head in each of his hands and moving himself in and out of his mouth.
Logan could just see enough to recognise that Patton’s eyes were screwed shut. He frowned, as his hands started pushing at the man’s thighs. The dick pulled out. Logan saw Patton cough and spit, and the human petted the top of his hair gently, before Patton raised his head and he was pushing back in. Logan stared as the man got rougher. He pulled at Patton’s hair, jerking him forward and backwards furiously and holding himself still. Then, he pressed all the way in. Logan’s fingers were playing at his own slit, his dick unsheathing itself from within him so he could squeeze it. The man was still holding himself all the way into Patton, the prince’s nose pushed flat.
He needed the prince back. It wasn’t fair. Who the fuck was this— this thing to be touching the crown prince of the seven seas? At least Logan knew him, at least he cared for him.
He squeezed himself. Then, he felt something wrap around his tail, and he was dragged backwards into the water.
“Logan!” a voice crowed. His tail was released, and he spun around. a mass of green tentacles found his vision, and he froze.
“Remus…” he said slowly. He lowered his hands to cover himself, but it was too late. The mer’s face appeared as he drew all his tentacles backwards.
“Well, look who’s getting all firm in the fins over a couple’a humans,” he teased, and Logan rolled his eyes.
He hated Remus. They hadn’t interacted in years. They’d each been training as the court’s alchemist, but Remus had started getting too experimental. Too controversial. He was expelled from the training program, and Logan never saw him again.
Until, apparently, right now.
“So, what’s up? I haven’t seen you this close to land since we were experimenting little guppies—”
“We were hardly guppies,” Logan snapped. He wanted to go back to the surface, to watch as Patton let himself be defiled by that two-legged beast. For safety purposes, of course.
“You missed it, then? I’ll admit, these two are fun. Haven’t seen a facefucking like this in decades, they all got too ashamed to let it happen on the beach. They hide under towels and shit. Boring!”
“I’m not watching them for pleasure,” Logan spat.
“Oh yeah? Why, then?” One of the tentacles twisted closer and ran up the side of Logan’s dick. He gasped, electricity shooting up his spine.
“Fuck! Don’t—” he began breathlessly. “I need to— watch.”
“Oh, I bet you do. Just like old times, right?”
“Shut up. This has nothing to do with you.”
Remus hummed. Another of his tentacles stroked Logan’s arm, and the mer barely managed to contain the sound his throat tried to make.
“Remus, please. I have to watch. This is— Very important to me.”
“I’m not stopping you.”
“Do not disturb them. Do not interrupt them. They cannot know you’re here.”
“Fine! I can do a little bit of voyeur action.”
His tentacles shuddered in pleasure, and Logan shook his head. He swam back to his original position, and lifted his head above the water again.
Oh, Poseidon—
He almost moaned just at the sight of them. Patton was lying on his back once more. The human was doing a sort of plank above him, his hips still at Patton’s face as he pistoned his hips in and out of the prince’s mouth. He was moaning loudly enough for Logan to hear him, crying out praises, telling Patton how good he felt. Logan swallowed thickly as Remus wrapped a tentacle loosely around his tail. Its tip flicked the end of Logan’s dick.
“Remus,” he whispered tightly.
“Shh… You wouldn’t want us to be spotted, right?” Remus hissed. “You like watching them, don’t you? You’re getting off to it.”
“It isn’t the— fuck, Remus— Stop, I don’t want to finish with you.”
“Oh? You saving up for someone?” Remus asked, but he obediently pulled his tentacle away from him. Logan missed it, slightly, but he was glad that he was coming back down. He didn’t want to— to jerk off watching Patton get fucked in the mouth by some human. But, fuck, he did want to.
The man got faster. Then, he gripped Patton by the hair again and lifted him. The man was kneeling now, with Patton half-seated beneath him. The human fucked him faster and faster, and Patton’s eyes rolled back into his head as his nose was pressed to the man’s front once again. The man was talking, but quieter. Logan couldn’t hear him.
Finally, he pulled out fully. His cock was soft now, and he released Patton to pull up his pants. The prince turned and choked, spitting onto the ground. His arms were shaking, and the man crouched down and stroked his hair. He said something softly, and Patton nodded, raising his head. The man touched his chin tenderly, and leaned down to kiss Patton again. Then, he stood up, and he walked away.
Logan stared as he prince collapsed onto the sand, his arms and legs splayed wide, chest rising and falling rapidly. Neither moved for several minutes. Logan waited, staring, and as soon as the man disappeared past the rocks he jerked forwards and pulled himself into the shallow.
“Logan? Logan!” Remus hissed, then he cackled.
“Lo? You still here?” Patton asked. He raised his head, and he smiled when he met Logan’s eyes.
“Are you okay?” Logan asked.
Patton’s face was flushed and his eyes were glassy. His lips were swollen, but curved into an exhausted smile. “Uh-huh. That was— That was amazing. I— It sounds so weird, but I couldn’t breathe, and it—” He moaned lowly. “My brain, like, shut off. It was amazing. I can tell you all sorts about male anatomy now.”
“I don’t want to know about that,” Logan snapped. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Logan, do you know this little thing?” Remus asked, and Patton startled, shooting upright.
“Who’s that?” he asked.
“He’s nobody,” Logan snapped, shooting a glare at Remus.
“I’m Remus, my darling. “Who are you? How do you know the ocean’s resident nerd, here?”
“I’m Prince Patton of the Seven Seas, son of—”
“That is enough, Patton. Do not speak to him. Remus, go away.”
Remus cackled. “Absolutely not! How the fuck do you have legs, your highness?”
“Logan make a potion that did it.”
“Patton! Stop talking to him.
“Hmm… I see you’ve been having fun with it,” said Remus, nodding at the glistening wetness between Patton’s legs.
The prince flushed, closing his thighs and glancing at Logan shortly, before he looked away again with an even brighter red face.
“Did it feel… good, little prince?” Remus asked.
“Yeah,” Patton croaked, ignoring Logan’s warnings. “It felt really good. What was it?”
“That, your highness, was called an orgasm. Humans get them when they’re fucking.”
“When they’re… fucking?”
“It’s a crude piece of slang for procreating—0”
Remus cackled. “No, it isn’t,” he drawled, turning to Logan with heavy-lidded eyes. His gaze scraped back to Patton as he began speaking again, and the prince tensed when they landed on him. “Procreating is for making babies. Fucking? Fucking is to feel that. Just for the joy of it, just so you can get as close as possible to someone else and scream for them because they make you feel so good. They’re not the same thing.”
Patton swallowed thickly. “O-Oh.”
“Oh? That’s it?”
“Um… no?”
“Patton, you do not need to continue answering his questions!” Logan snapped. “Come into the water, I’ll take you somewhere safer from humans.”
“I’m not in danger, Lo. He didn’t hurt me. He kept asking if I was okay. He was nice… It was nice.”
Remus chuckled slowly. “You want me to show you something else nice?” he asked. Patton frowned at him, but stood up, slowly walking closer.
“Patton, do not—”
“That’s enough from you,” Remus sang, and his tentacles shot out and wrapped around the bottom of Logan’s head, covering his mouth. Immediately, Logan tried to pull away, fingers digging into the meat of the appendage. Remus snorted and wrapped another around his wrist, tugging it away. Another caught his other hand, and then they were being held behind his back. Shame crept up his neck at the way the position made his whole body burn.
Patton waded into the water, eyes locked on Remus. Logan clenched his jaw, pulling at the restraints behind his back and trying to speak through the tentacle around his mouth. The prince hesitated, the water up to his knees, and turned to glance at Logan.
“Is he… Is he okay?” he asked, directing the question at Remus.
“He’s fine. We used to play this game all the time, right, Lobear?”
Logan glared at him, shaking his head.
“Oh, please, Logan! Why are you hogging all the fun? He’s gonna love it!”
“Let him talk,” Patton said sharply, and Remus gave him an exaggerated bow. The tentacle slithered back from Logan’s mouth, and he growled at Remus.
“You know you cannot touch him,” he snapped. “He is the crown prince. You can’t do this with him.”
“Do what?” Patton asked. “I don’t— He isn’t going to hurt me, Lo. Right?”
“Of course not! Like I said: I’m here to make you feel good.”
Patton nodded slowly, and turned back to Logan with a smile. “See? It’s all okay. I’m not a guppy anymore. I’ve come of age. I came of age years ago. I’d be king if papa were to step down. I need to learn how the world works at some point.”
“Patton, he is a very dangerous individual—”
“Logie, if you wanted to fuck him first, all you had to do was ask!” Remus interrupted.
Immediately, Logan felt all of the blood rush to his face. Patton stared at him, smile disappearing in an instant. “Lo, is that… true?”
“No! Of course not. That would be wildly inappropriate.”
“I wouldn’t be mad,” Patton said slowly. “I mean, I… you…”
“Patton, you are my prince. You are his prince. None of this is appropriate. If your father found out we were even discussing such things—”
“I’m not exactly gonna tell him about any of this, Logan. He’d kill me, too. Just… you can tell me. Do you— Would you…?”
“Would I what, Patton?”
Remus grinned toothily, moving nearer to Logan and using his tentacles to push Logan closer to the prince. “Wouldn’t you like to make him feel good?”
“Of course I would. I always want him to feel good.”
“But— But to feel like that? I sort of… I kept wishing— I liked that you… watched. I wanted you to… do… more. Than watch.”
“What?” Logan choked.
“He wanted you to touch him,” Remus whispered. “He wanted you to grab him and hold him and push your fingers inside his wet little hole, didn’t you, my prince?”
Logan’s eyes flicked to Patton, who was suddenly flushing a dark pink again, breathing coming fast and teeth biting into his bottom lip. The alchemist frowned, and ducked his head under the water to find Patton’s bare legs wrapped in a pair of thick, green tentacles. Each of them ended in a pointed tip, which circled the little bundle of flesh Patton had loved so much earlier.
Something bubbled up in Logan’s chest, something dark and terrible that made him want to rip those awful appendages off Remus’ body, but he pushed it down, bursting from under the water and shooting Remus a withering glare.
“You seem to have that quite under control,” he snapped, shaking free of Remus’ restraints. “Patton, I will be back when the time for the potion’s effects have ended. Do not leave this area.”
“Wait!” Patton yelped. “Hold on, Lo, I— I want you. Can you stay?”
“If you’re scared, tell him to release you and we can continue with our research.”
It came out petulant, whiny, like he was a child asking his friend to choose between them.
“I’m not scared. I don’t want him to stop…” Patton whispered. “I just— I want— I want you, too.”
Logan stared at him. “I… Patton, we cannot…”
“Why? I won’t tell anyone if you don’t…”
“I’m meant to serve you—”
Remus cackled. “Oh, you can serve him alright!”
Logan shot him another glare. “Patton…”
“C’mon, Lo… make him feel good. Don’t you wanna show him how it’d feel for someone else to touch him? To hold him?”
“I’m too old for…” Logan tried weakly.
“Oh, please. When we were his age we were well into our careers.”
“You don’t have a career.”
“Logan. He is in front of you, and he’s horny as fuck ‘cause that rotten little human got him nice and riled and then just left him here all hot and bothered. He’s done it with himself, now he needs to find out how it feels with someone else.”
Patton moaned quietly, his voice cracking. “C’mon, Lo. I want it to be you. I want you to… If you want it, why are you saying no?”
Logan swallowed. “Because, I… Wouldn’t it be wrong?”
“No. We’re adults. We both want it. What’s wrong about that?”
“Fuck,” Logan whispered, and then he surged forwards. Remus released his arms, and Patton’s mouth was slamming into Logan’s. The prince gasped. His arms wrapped around Logan’s neck as the alchemist’s teeth nipped at his bottom lip, and then their tongues were brushing.
Logan felt like he was going to faint. He tried to duck them under the water to cool himself back down, but a tentacle around Patton’s waist held him up.
“Wh…?” Logan asked.
“He can’t go under,” Remus said softly. “He can’t breathe.”
“I need— I need to be down there, I’m—”
“Oh, Logan. All the fun stuff is down there. He wants you down there more than anything.”
Logan looked at Patton, who stared back, eyes glassy and unfocussed as he nodded. “Please. Please,” he whispered.
Nodding, Logan released him. He turned to Remus. “We have to go further out. I won’t risk him being in contact with another person. Can you carry him?”
“Of course. Lead the way, Logiebear.”
Ten minutes later, they were in the middle of the ocean. There was no land for miles, just the line of the horizon and the deep blue of their home, and Patton want mumbling again, begging Logan to touch him. Nodding, Logan pressed their mouths together and then he ducked down beneath the surface.
Logan swallowed. He stared at the slit between Patton’s legs, at the patch of golden fuzz there. Remus’ were now wrapped around the prince’s waist, holding him above the water.
Slowly, gently, Logan grabbed Patton’s thighs. He pushed them apart, and Remus helped, lifting his weight underwater so that he was no longer standing, his legs spreading open as far as they could go immediately. The hole was visible now, properly, and he could even see the ball of skin Patton had talked about. He stared, desperate to commit it to memory for his sketches later. As desperate as he was to touch, he was still a scientist. He poked at the skin just outside the hole, fingers skirting around its edge, and Patton jerked. The hole shot towards Logan, who startled, using both hands to hold Patton steady by his ass. His face was much closer now, and he leaned in, tongue darting out to lick at the pouch of nerves at the apex of the slit.
The reaction was instantaneous. Patton’s hands shot down to grip Logan’s hair, pushing his face further against him, and Logan obeyed, licking up past the hole to the nerves. He heard Patton wail through the water, and began to suck on the bundle.
What had Remus called it? The clitoris? It was like a button. Logan’s tongue pressed against it, and Patton bucked in his grip, hands tightening in Logan’s hair and tugging at the base. He couldn’t taste much beyond the salt of the water around them, but he licked it like it was the most wondrous thing he’d ever had in his mouth.
Well. That wasn’t exactly hard. It was rather incredible. He pushed against Patton’s backside, pressing him harder against his own mouth. His tongue ventured lower, lips pressing against the prince’s hole like a kiss, and his tongue darted in. He pushed it further, releasing Patton’s ass with one hand to roll the little ball of flesh under his thumb. Patton’s legs kicked, and Logan reluctantly pulled away.
He didn’t like how muffled everything was under the water. He wanted to see Patton, to hear him, to know whether he was crying out Logan’s name or enjoying his ministrations too much to even form words.
He breached the water to find Remus watching Patton with a grin, tentacles wrapped around his torso, playing with his chest and sucking at his neck. He pressed his mouth into Patton’s rushedly, his fingers tightening in his hair, and the prince moaned loudly against him, arms wrapping around his neck.
“I want to hear you properly. We need to find a— a rock, or something, somewhere we can both be above water.”
Remus cackled. “Oh, I think I can handle that just fine,” he said. Several more tentacles reached out from behind him, hoisting patton above the water and turning him so that he was in the position of laying down, but several inches above the water. They held him up by his ankles and knees, holding his legs wide open, and the ones that had been toying with his nipples wrapped more securely around his chest and under his armpits.
“Lo— Logan, please, do that again, with your mouth— it feels so good, please make me feel good,” Patton panted, eyes half-lidded as he stared at Logan, who was now right in front of the hole. He licked his lips, eyes locked onto Patton’s, and bent his neck back down to continue mouthing at Patton’s slit.
This time, the prince’s voice was perfectly clear to him. He groaned so loudly it felt like it shook logan’s bones. He felt his dick poking out again. His fingers, blunt and round, dug into Logan’s hair and massaged his scalp.
“Fuck, Logan— Oh, Lo, please, just like that. Poseidon, I’m— It feels so— Oh, Logan, please—” His voice cut off with a gasp, and then another shuddering moan.
Logan sucked hard on the bundle of nerves Patton had liked. His tongue pressed flat against the slit, rubbing up and down, and then he slid it into the hole.
“Logan!” Patton wailed. “Logan, fuck, more, I want— Please, Logan, I want more, I want— Oh, Poseidon, don’t stop—”
Well. That was a rather mixed message.
He hadn’t expected to wish that he, too, was a human. He wanted so badly to push his fingers into that hole, to feel the warmth inside Patton. He moaned against Patton’s crotch, the thought sending dizziness through him once more.
“Patton, can I fuck you?” Logan asked, panting.
“Yes, yes, anything, Logan, I want you inside me.”
Logan groaned. He shot a look at Remus, who was watching them closely, and dipped Patton back into the water. Immediately, Logan rose, taking himself in his hand.
“Will this hurt?” Patton asked.
“I— I don’t— Tell me if… Tell me if it does. I don’t know if human’s are… different.”
Patton nodded, his mouth pressing against Logan’s again.
“Remus,” Logan gasped. “Help me— Get me inside him, please.”
Remus snorted. He obeyed, though. One of his thinner tentacles wrapped around Logan’s dick and lined it up as Logan went back to pushing his tongue into Patton’s mouth. Remus angled Patton properly.
“Playing with my dollies,” he said, nonsensically, and Logan ignored him. Then, he was pushing into Patton’s wet, warm hole. It was tighter than mer genitalia. They both groaned loudly. Patton pulled out of the kiss to mouth at the gills on Logan’s neck, and Logan swore.
“Are you in pain?” Logan asked tightly.
“No. You feel so good.”
“Good.”
Logan, and, probably, with help from Remus, lifted Patton up and pulled him back down, fucking him slowly and gently. He ground himself into Patton’s hole and lowered one of his hands to press against the hood of skin. Patton whined, moving his hips in tandem with Logan’s thrusting.
“You feel so good. This— ah, Lo, this is so much better than fingers. Oh, gods—”
“I know. Remus?” Logan gasped.
“Yes, dearest?”
“Choke him. Gently.”
Patton moaned, and a tentacle wrapped around his neck, squeezing just enough to turn the sound wheezy. His hands tangled into the back of Logan’s hair, tugging. Logan kissed him again.
“You’re so good. I hated seeing that man touch you. I was so angry,” Logan whispered. “I wanted it to be me. I’m— fuck— I’m relieved he was stupid enough to waste the opportunity to fuck you properly. Fuck— Mine, all mine—”
Patton’s eyes closed tightly. He threw his head back. Logan moved his fingers faster, rubbing harder as Remus started fucking Patton onto him faster and faster.
“Patton—” Logan choked. He could feel himself getting close. He’d been too worked up for too long. He didn’t want this to end yet, but he could feel it building and building—
He rubbed at Patton faster. The prince bucked, his eyes snapping open to meet Logan’s. His face was red. Neither of them spoke, the sounds around them just their splashing and their panting breaths, and then Patton’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and his whole body tensed. Logan groaned as he squeezed him tightly, and felt himself peak. He pulled Patton in for another kiss as he came into him, and Patton shuddered, moaning loudly.
They lapsed into quiet as they came down from their orgasms. Remus released Patton’s neck, and they panted, their foreheads pressing together.
“Are you okay?” Logan asked.
“I wanna do that every single day,” Patton answered in a croak.
Remus cackled beside them. “Aw, the little prince is a sex fiend! Remind you of anything, Logie?”
“Shut up, Remus.”
“Thank you for the help, Remus,” Patton said. He turned, smiling shyly. “The, um… The choking was… nice. You were right. That was way better than doing it by myself.”
“Oh, don’t you worry. Watching you got me hot enough I’ll be riding this high for a month, easy. Anyway, I’m gonna get back to my business now. You crazy kids have fun.”
Logan rolled his eyes, but braced to take Patton’s weight as the tentacles retracted from around him. He moved to float on his back, and Patton rested on his tail, straddling it.
“How long do we have left of the hour?” the prince asked.
Logan looked at the position of the sun. He hummed thoughtfully. “Not long.”
“Sorry I wasted your potion…” Patton mumbled. “I know you really wanted to do the sciencey stuff with it.”
Logan snorted on a laugh. he pulled Patton down by his face and kissed him deeply. “I certainly wouldn’t call it a waste.”
I’m on a big hypno kick and I want Remus to hypnotize Logan into more and more intense kinks. Training his mind to feel pleasure every time he’s in pain, teaching him to moan louder and louder every time they fuck. Eventually, Remus can snap his fingers and Logan goes from his usual stern demeanor to a needy slut who begs Remus to force him to his knees and punish him for misbehaving and thinking he could be a regular person when he should be Remus’ personal toy.
A d/s relationship between the dark sides where they all have respective rules and roles for each other because they’re a bunch of switches
Janus is Virgil’s Daddy and Remus’ owner. He makes sure Virgil’s brattyness is dealt with, having a strict set of expectations the other had to follow. For Remus, he trains an unruly puppy out of his bad behavior with lots of punishments and treats when they’re earned. Janus is also Virgil’s rope bunny and is expected to strip down in their scenes when he bottoms and to let him decorate him and string him up in pretty ties. He’s Remus’ victim, trying to fight him off as the man tries to top him.
Remus is Janus’ puppy and Virgil’s cock warmer/free use slut, who loves to dumbly hump his owners leg and be bent over the table after dinner to take a load in his hole for dessert. As V’s top, he’ll torture the side with spiked paddles and ridged nipple clamps. For Janus, he’ll hold him down with and iron grip and cuff him to the bed so he can have his way with him.
Virgil adores being Janus’ brat and Remus’ masochist, snarking at his dom when he craves a punishment between the times that Remus spreads him out and forces every drop of seed out of him while he’s whipped. He enjoys creating beautiful rope patterns across Janus’ body and forcing the man into a blissful headspace just as much as he likes telling Remus to stay still on his cock while he plays a video game.
