Imagine if the bunny is very sensitive to the most softest of touch and him just being very flustered and huffy when they tease him and then don't do anything to finish what they started.
At that point Pushy Virgil mode engages, i’d think. Especially if he realizes that they were all in on it on purpose, too. The worst is when they get him all worked up and then he can’t seem to keep any of them close long enough to even have a more grounding touch.
Bunny!Virgil is definately very sensitive to touch in general, so it doesn’t take that much to work him up if theyre really trying to. They know this, he knows they know this, they know he knows, so on. So, depending on whos chosen to initiate the teasing depends on whos resolve breaks the fastest(usually its Patton who breaks first, and sometimes Roman) to his big eyes, squirming hips, and pretty shows. Theyre gonna tease him? Fine. He’ll tease right back.(and he definately gets in trouble for it)
Prompt: If you’re still doing the master/slave asks, do you think you could do “Get up here, doll. I want to see you ride me” with Roman saying it to Virgil? I adore your writing, but if you’re not feeling it or taking any more asks that’s okay!!
Virgil was getting antsy. It’d been days since Roman had last spent any time with him, and when Roman was normally so tactile, that was like an eternity. Roman just looked so stressed lately, it was impossible for Virgil to ignore. His poor master worked so hard after all, protecting the kingdom, providing for Virgil… Virgil was pretty spoiled. Roman had rescued him from a rather violent man and had decided he couldn’t part with the skittish boy. Now, Virgil had filled out some, still skittish but much more brazen around Roman.
As evidenced by the way Virgil kept passing by Roman (who was attempting to work) wearing nothing but the knight’s shirt. It was a bit big on Virgil, fluttering around the tops of his thighs. Roman’s knuckles were steadily turning white as he gripped his pen harder. His eyes kept cutting to the side whenever Virgil brushed against him, tantalizing and impossible not to watch. Little brat knew exactly what he was doing. Roman shifted in his chair, trying not to pay attention to the way his pants were getting tighter.
“Virgil,” he warned. Peering over his shoulder with an (anything but) innocent look, Virgil cocked his head as if to ask Yes? What? Roman glowered at him a moment, but he supposed it had been a while since he’d last played with Virgil. Sighing, Roman leaned back in his chair, pushing away from the desk. He beckoned at Virgil, a sly smirk on his lips. “Get up here, doll. I want to see you ride me.”
A pleasant shiver arced down Virgil’s back, flushing warmly as he slid into Roman’s lap. Roman’s hand slid up along Virgil’s hip, pushing the shirt to reveal Virgil’s navel. His skin was pale and soft, marred by a few scars that Roman always kissed every chance he got. Rubbing his thumb against Virgil’s hipbone, Roman leaned in and kissed at his pretty pet’s neck, garnering a pleased moan as Virgil arched his back. The motion pushed his hips down into Roman’s. Hurried fingers fumbled with the opening to Roman’s pants, working to free his cock.
“Have you prepared yourself for me, doll?” Roman asked, his hands sliding down Virgil’s back and squeezing his ass.
Virgil bucked, his own cock already hard and had been for a while now. Damn Roman for always taking his time. “Yes, sir,” Virgil whispered, his voice raspy with lust. Roman chuckled at the impatience, picturing Virgil fingering himself on their bed, writhing and wishing he could finish, but he knew he couldn’t without Roman. “Hurry, please. It’s been so long!” Virgil pulled Roman’s cock out, giving it a lazy stroke.
Roman groaned, his eyes going half-lidded. He yanked open one of the desk drawers, fumbling for the bottle of lube hidden there. He coated his cock in a generous amount, wiping his hand on his pants before he gave Virgil’s thigh a quick smack. “C’mon then, get moving.”
Virgil didn’t need to be told twice. He lifted his hips up, holding Roman’s cock as he sunk down on it. A throaty moan from Roman mixed with Virgil’s sharp whine. Virgil savored the slight burn as he took Roman inside himself, thighs trembling as he worked to bounce himself in Roman’s lap. Roman locked his arms around Virgil’s waist, helping him move. “Fuck, such a good boy—you feel so good, Virge,” Roman groaned. Virgil shivered, tightening in response to the praise and making Roman’s hips buck up.
“Christ,” Virgil panted, beads of pre-cum leaking from his cock as it bobbed between them. His thighs burned as he moved up and down, moving faster to fuck himself on Roman’s cock. Virgil leaned back, arching himself and rolling his hips, making Roman’s cock rub against his prostate. Virgil always started getting louder when he was nearing climax, tonight was no different, his voice pinging off the walls as he cried out every time he dropped onto Roman’s lap.
“Fuck, baby,” Roman hissed, grabbing Virgil’s waist in a bruising grip and slamming him down. Virgil’s head tilted back, his mouth slack as he felt Roman cumming inside him. It was always the warm feeling filling him that made Virgil cum the hardest, splattering his stomach and Roman’s. Virgil trembled, slowly leaning forward and resting his forehead against Roman’s shoulder, Roman’s softening cock still inside him.
Roman rubbed Virgil’s back, trying to catch his own breath. “Let’s get you cleaned up, gorgeous.”
