For you, my king
Roman x Logan
Kinks- role play, bondage, exhibitionism, a little bit of dirty talk, praise
Logan rose a brow sourly as he answered his door, staring at Roman.
“What?” He sighed, crossing his arms. Roman smiled brightly.
“You should come out to the imagination with me-“ he grinned. Logan narrowed his eyes.
“No” he said simply, shutting his door. Roman stopped it with his foot. Logan’s eye twitched.
Logan sighed as Roman pulled him around the imagination, he had been having a lovely day, working in his room, and his nuisance for a boyfriend decided to pull him out for a walk. Roman grinned.
“Look at the flowers Logan!” He beamed. Logan looked at them.
“Yes they’re roses” He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. Roman smiled softly.
“The imagination is attached to my emotions you know- which means if roses are growing in I very much love you” Logan stared at him. Roman kissed his cheek. “You’ll soften up soon enough” he hummed, dragging him along once more. He sighed, irritated, pushing his glasses further onto his face. Roman was oblivious as always. Some days Logan wondered if it was out of spite. Roman stopped abruptly, making Logan slam into him. Logan glared while Roman smiled sheepishly. “Sorry my love-“ he laughed, “Look- another bed of flowers!” Logan didn’t even bother to look this time.
“Lovely” he muttered, crossing his arms again. Roman sighed.
“You didn’t even look at them my dear nerd” he hummed, tapping his nose gently. Logan blinked, staring at him with a disapproving look. Roman smirked. “Look at the flowers dearest” Logan sighed, glancing at the flowers.
“Cool” he muttered, rolling his eyes. Roman hummed with a frown.
“Perhaps you’ll like the village more darling?” He asked, smiling. Logan sighed.
“I’d like to go back to my work” he snapped. Roman chuckled, shaking his head.
“I’m so mean for taking you away aren’t I?”
“Yes” Logan snapped, “I told you today was my work day Roman” he hissed, clearly pissed over it all. Roman sighed, crossing his arms.
“And I told you you’ve had eight of them in a row!” Logan scoffed.
“Oh, so you can run off and play knight for two weeks without notice and I can’t even work?” He snapped back. Roman glared, the flowers wilting around them.
“I’m not playing knight! The people here have minds of their owns and need someone to help them!” Roman tried to defend himself.
“Then make someone for them!” He yelled. Roman growled, shoving him into a tree. Logan coughed as the wind blew out of him, he didn’t mind it, as it was a soft limit after all. It didn’t negate the fact he was pissed. Roman glared.
“Go back to your work, Logan” he snapped. Logan blinked.
“Ro-“
“Get out of my kingdom!” His voice boomed. Logan knew then he hit a weak spot… he felt remorse for what he had said. The door appeared in front of him when he took a step towards Roman, already opened, clearly telling him to leave. He swallowed thickly, walking through and going back to his room to work… Roman would be okay, they both just needed time to cool off.
Logan knocked on Romans door. “Ro?” He called gently, he knew Roman liked the nickname. Logan didn’t quite care for nicknames. Roman didn’t answer.
“Go away Logan, works more important anyways” he muttered, clearly up. Logan hesitated, looking around the hall.
“My prince?” He asked gently.
“No” Roman snapped. “Go the fuck away!” He yelled, Logan sighed. He knew Roman was upset and all… for a good reason- but this? Logan looked off to the side.
“As you wish” he whispered, stepping away to go back to his room with a guilty conscience. He sat at his desk, thinking silently.
Logan knocked at Romans door the next day. “Who is it?” Roman called.
“I see your not as upset now my prince?” He asked softly, eyeing the hall, watching for any of the other. Roman growled.
“What do you want?” Logan deflated, sighing.
“I made you tea” he told him softly. Roman opened the door.
“Thanks” he muttered, taking the tea without another word, slamming the door shut. But not quick enough for Logan to put his foot in the door, forcing to keep it open. “Get out of my room”
“I’m not in your room my love” he smiled, repeating what Roman had said just four days ago. Romans eye twitched, much like how Logan’s had. They were quite similar the two of them, perhaps that’s what made them such a great pair.
And such a horrible relationship.
“Get out of my doorway” he hissed, setting the tea off to the side. Or de-summoning it, Logan couldn’t be quite sure. Logan sighed softly.
“I’m sorry Roman… can’t we just talk?” He asked. Roman rolled his eyes.
“Maybe when your kneeling down in-front of my fucking throne, begging for mercy” he snapped, shoving him away and slamming his door shut. Logan couldn’t help but blush a little at the connotations of that. He felt bad for being aroused even while the two fought. He shook his head, going to his room to cool off. A cold shower would do him good. Despite the fact Roman embodied romance and lust and all of that, Logan often got more heated up over simple things more often. They both wondered if it was from the fact Logan rarely ever talked with anyone, let alone do something so intimate. Roman most likely remembered the fact, and perhaps was doing this all, well, continuing it all to get back at Logan for something he had said months ago. Roman was a sensitive male, often mulling over a conversation months after it happened.
“I don’t need you for anything Roman”
Logan remembered snapping at Roman, how heart broken his prince was afterwards. The fight they just had would’ve calmed after a day, but this? Four days? Logan knew something was wrong. He sighed, stepping into the freezing shower.
Logan shook his head as he walked the cobblestone trail that lead to Romans kingdom. A note had been left on Romans door that said if anyone needed him he was in his kingdom. Logan had thought back to when Roman had said he had to beg for his mercy and all. Logan’s face had a pretty constant blush ever since that… which was three days ago. Patton had even thought he was sick form the blush. However, it had been a week since Roman and his initial fight. And Roman had seemed to have started cooping himself up in his kingdom, far from Logan. Logan had used his spare key to get into the imagination, it having been locked down. He stared up at the castles large oak door, sighing as he looked at the guards. The crossed their long spears which surely didn’t work well over the door.
“Halt!” One snapped, staring him down. “State your business!” He told him. Logan stared at him.
“I’m Logan, trait Logic, I am your kings boyfriend” he said simply. The guard glanced at the other.
“See if his majesty wants company” the other nodded, going to find out. Logan sighed.
“Is this necessary?” He asked. The guard nodded swiftly.
“Yes” Logan stared at him, before deflating and shaking his head.
“Alright” he hummed, crossing his arms. The guard came back quickly, nodding. Logan hummed, stepping into the large ballroom entrance, going straight to the throne room. It was empty, other then Roman on the throne. He blushed a little as Roman’s words once more resurfaced.
“State your business Logan” Roman snapped, the crown on his head making him look ethereal. Logan almost shuttered at the power Roman held.
“I came to apologize Ro-“
“King” Roman snapped. Logan nodded swiftly, taking three steps into the large room, kneeling at the base of the steps, which lead to the throne.
“I came to apologize my king” he said softly. Roman hummed.
“I don’t except” Logan nodded.
“As I expected my king… However… I could offer myself up for pension if you’d wish?” Roman hummed, clearly thinking it over. He sat up straighter.
“Which would be in what way?” Logan sighed softly in embarrassment.
“Whatever you wish…” he whispered. Roman smirked.
“I have your willing consent to anything I please?” Logan nodded. Roman chuckled lowly. “Good” he growled, snapping rope in to existence. Logan’s face flushed. “Strip” Roman snapped, Logan nodded, quickly removing his tie. “Slower” Logan hesitated. “Make it a show for me” he purred, smirking. Logan shut his eyes with a silent sigh.
“May I come closer, my king?” He asked, Roman nodded sharply.
“Do not touch,” he said simply as Logan ascended the steps. Logan carefully, slowly, removed his top, his glasses skewing in the process. He went to fix them as he dropped his shirt, only for his hand to get slapped away. “Keep them how they are. If they fall then so be it” he growled. Logan blushed, nodding.
“Yes my king” Roman hummed.
“You keep stalling and someone might just walk in on this” he whispered lowly, Logan felt his face burn at the thought, his pants tightened, and he bit his cheek.
”M-My king- I’m here to service you- n-“
“Silence” Roman snapped, grabbing Logan’s chin. “I can do whatever I wish if your indebted to me” he whispered lowly. “Do you understand, Logic?” His tone had a bite to it. Logan nodded quickly.
“Yes my king-“ he said quickly. Roman released him.
“Now continue. I don’t want someone seeing what’s rightfully mine anytime soon” he snapped. Logan blushed, nodding nonetheless. He unzipped his pants, tensing as the cold air hit him. He but his lip to stop any noise. “No no, please, make some noises” Roman smirked. “So everyone can hear how much a slut you are for me” Logan moaned quietly, hanging his head. Roman chuckled. “I never said stop” Logan nodded, hastily removing the rest of his clothing, siting in-front of Roman. Roman smirked. “Don’t move an inch” he hummed, getting up, Logan sat still, as if frozen in place. Not by his own accord, Roman clearly forced him that way with his powers. They were in his kingdom after all.
“M-My king?” Logan whispered, nervous that Roman had simply left him exposed in the middle of the throne room. The thought made him redder even still.
“Shut up” Roman said, flicking him. Logan moaned as he felt his wrists get tied together tightly behind him, the rope wrapping around his skinny frame, leading to his legs. Roman snapped, Logan noticing he could move once more. Logan rutted against the floor, desperately looking for any form of friction. He whined as Roman pushed his chest to the floor, his ass in the air. Logan shuttered as the rope wrapped around his legs, then his ankles, keeping him from moving, all with a series of knots. Logan shifted, at least tried to. Roman chuckled. “Just think… if someone came in? You wouldn’t be able to hide one bit” he hissed. Logan moaned loudly at the thought, trying to rut down onto the plush carpet.
“Please my king- please” he begged. Roman hummed.
“Always trying to please yourself” he hissed. “Sing my praises Logic” he snapped. Logan was confused for only a moment before he felt the ropes tighten once more, making him moan.
“My king- please- I know you’ll fuc-“ He jumped as Romans shirt came falling over his back.
“Continue” Roman growled. Logan whined.
“Sir- I- my king! Please-“ he begged. “Please- you always do so well- I could never- d-do this myself- your too good at tying me up please my king!” Roman chuckled.
“I can’t tell if your lying, or mean that” he muttered, “Suck” Roman snapped, shoving his fingers in-front of Logan’s face. Logan obliged him, lathering as much slobber as he could onto his fingers. He knew Roman would use really lube anyways, but he was doing as told. He whined as he pulled away, panting to catch his breath. He jumped at the cold lube that Roman larger onto his entrance. He keened as he felt a digit slide in, rutting against thin air.
“Oh my king-“ Logan purred blissfully as Roman massaged him open. “You do so well-“ he moaned, loving the stretch as Roman added a finger. Roman hummed, rubbing his hips. “Sir please- y-you don’t-“ He melted as Roman added a third, his words incomprehensible. Roman chuckled, pulling away to summon a gag. “My king!” He whined, “Please- please- continue-“ Roman hummed, shoving the ball into Logan’s mouth and tightening it behind his head.
“I love your beautiful voice and all… but we don’t want anyone coming in now do we?” He hummed, Logan hummed through the gag. “I don’t want anyone seeing my property anyways…” he growled, slamming into him. Logan half screamed half moaned into the gag, trembling. He tensed around him, making Roman groan. “Fucking hell-“ he hissed, holding tightly onto Logan’s hips. “What would you do if someone came in Hm? They’d see big bad fucking logic isn’t so bad during sex” he snapped, “Wouldn’t they?” Logan felt tears fill his eyes, Roman wasn’t even being mean in his normal way- he was just- being mean- he panicked as felt the over stimulation come for him, and he started to panic more and more, realizing he had no way to tell Roman being tied up and gaged. The ropes didn’t give him the sense of safety they normally did, Romans grip on him started to hurt. He shut his eyes tightly, feeling Roman cum in him. Logan couldn’t calm himself, surely Roman would notice. And that he did. Logan gasped out a sob as he took the gag out, trying to get the ropes off him. “Oh Logie- Logan I’m so sorry- did I hurt you?” He asked, undoing the ropes with skill, Logan choked on his tears, listening as Roman teleported them to Romans room. “Oh god-“ Roman whispered, lifting Logan’s head up gently. “What happened?” He asked gently. Logan covered his mouth a little.
“J-Just- y-you were so upset an-and it was all too much- I-I’m sorry-“ he cried softly. Roman hesitated.
“My heart… did you only come see me to try and make me feel better?” He whispered, feeling guilty. Logan sniffled, shaking his head.
“I-I was fine with having sex or I would’ve said no- b-But I just- you got so upset and everything just started- started to hurt-“ he hiccuped. Roman hugged him softly.
“I’m so sorry my starlight-“ He whispered. “You never let me do that again ok? No matter how mad I am- yell at me for all I care, I don’t wish to hurt you love-“ Logan sniffled, wiping at his eyes, nodding. Roman wiped his eyes for him.
“Is there anything I can do for you my love?” He whispered. Logan hesitated.
“It.. It kinda hurts-“ he whispered. Roman hummed softly.
“What do you want me to do about it?” He asked softly. Logan sniffled.
“Just- Just… suck me off- please-“ he whispered. “I just-“ Roman shushed him.
“It’s okay… I’ll be nice and gentle.. this is for you and only you-“ he said gently, kissing his cheek. “After this we’ll go and have a bath okay?” Logan nodded, letting out a shaky breath, Roman gently lead Logan’s hand to hold his hair, smiling gently. Logan sniffled, watching as Roman scooted down, before carefully taking Logan in. Logan moaned quietly, his grip on Romans hair tightening a little. Roman hummed, making Logan jump a little, loosening his grip. It wasn’t king before Roman started to bob up and down quickly, getting Logan off even faster. Logan keened, leaning into the pillows, his hand falling from Romans hair. Roman swallowed, before smiling weakly at Logan.
“Bath?” Logan whispered. Roman nodded, gently picking his up.
“Yes, let’s take a bath lovely” he whispered. Logan clung to him, shutting his eyes.
He fell asleep not long later to Roman’s gentle singing.