Love Potion- Prinxiety
FUCKING FINALLY
This took way longer than it should’ve but I finally finished it. This is part one of a three part “series” I’m doing but it’s not really a series it’s just three ships’ encounters with a love potion because I’m a sucker for that kind of trope. The first one up is prinxiety!!! Next will be logicality and I’ll end on dukeceit (I swear these aren’t the only ships I do I’m just a whore for prinxiety)
Anyway, trigger warning!!! Due to the nature of the love potion (which is really more of a horny potion but shhhhh) this fic feature dubious consent. If that’s not your jam this fic probably isn’t for you just a heads up!
Ok I’ll shut up now here’s the fic
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Virgil always prided himself on how cautious he was; after all, it was his primary job. So when he heard a loud crash followed by a series of swears as he was lounging on the couch, he immediately jumped to attention. His cat-like reflexes got him to the kitchen in record time only to find Logan, clothes stained a dark pink, grumbling at the puddle of pink liquid and pieces of broken glass surrounding him.
“Logan! What the hell happened? Are you okay?” Virgil said, scrambling to steer his friend away from the glass shards.
“Your irresponsible, infuriating boyfriend happened,” Logan responded with irritation clear in his voice. At Virgil’s confused look, he continued, “Roman left a jar on the counter and when I went to move it to make some tea, the lid came loose because apparently your dope of a boyfriend can’t screw lids on properly. Whatever was in the jar spilled all over me and the jar itself shattered.”
Virgil ignored the slights at his boyfriend and focused on cleaning up the mess on the floor instead, using extra caution with the sharp shards of glass. He only gave a slight hum to signal that he heard Logan’s story who had sat down at the table and was now using paper towels to soak up some of the liquid staining his shirt. As Virgil was so focused on ensuring Logan’s safety and disposing of the hazardous glass, he only realized he had no idea what he was touching until he felt the liquid seep onto his own skin as it soaked through the paper towels he was using to dry the puddle.
His head shot up like a deer in headlights at the worrying realization and he stared at Logan with wide eyes. “Wait, what even is this stuff? It’s not, like, dangerous or whatever, is it? Oh my god, are we gonna be okay?”
Sensing the oncoming panic attack, Logan sighed and placed his hand on Virgil’s shoulder to grab his attention and stop him from spiraling. “Virgil, breathe,” he instructed. “Roman may be a moron, but I highly doubt he would leave out something potentially dangerous. That being said, I advise we both wash ourselves well to ensure whatever this substance was is no longer on our skin. It would also be wise for us to look for any out of the ordinary symptoms just to be safe, and if you happen to run into Roman, please inquire about this peculiar liquid.” He rose from his seat and began walking out of the kitchen before he turned around and added with a scowl, “Oh, and if you do see him? Hit him over the head for me.”
With that final statement, earning a snort out of Virgil, Logan sunk out of the kitchen, leaving the dark side alone. He did not stay in there for long, however, and decided to follow his friend’s advice, sinking out of the mindscape himself and popping into his room.
Upon making it to his room, Virgil suddenly found his vision swimming and leaned against his bed for leverage as his head grew fuzzy and a sick sense of vertigo overtook him. He flopped fully onto his bed, groaning. His final thought before his vision faded to black was surprisingly not worry over the effects of the mysterious liquid and possibility of death, but rather how he was going to murder Roman for leaving out whatever that stupid jar was if he ever woke up.
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When Virgil did wake up, he first noticed how his head felt like it was full of cotton, something he thought he should worry about, but he couldn’t bring himself to. If anything, he liked how it felt; light and empty and stress-free. A small giggle slipped out of his mouth when he tried to remember why he passed out, only to have the fuzzy feeling in his head chase away any of those pesky worries. He felt great! His whole body felt warm and his mind was in a state of bliss that he had only ever felt when he was with Roman.
Roman…
The thought of his boyfriend sent a wave of arousal through Virgil’s body and he couldn’t contain the soft moan that escaped him. All he could think about was Roman and how badly he wanted him here, touching him, teasing him, fucking him. The phantom sensation of Roman’s large hands, rough and scarred from the imagination, running up and down Virgil’s thighs, squeezing occasionally made him shudder. Virgil could almost feel his boyfriend’s mouth biting and sucking at his chest, teasing his nipple in a way that always drove the dark side mad.
Virgil had begun to pant as his thoughts turned more and more lewd until the heat surging through his body had become unbearable and he needed Roman more than he needed air. Standing from his bed, he took a moment to regain his balance as his vision was still slightly blurry and his legs felt like gelatin. Once he knew he could walk without falling over, he stumbled out of his room, not entirely sure where he was going, but vaguely aware it was in the direction of Roman’s room.
His head was too full of cotton to properly form a coherent thought other than how badly he wanted Roman. Luckily, the side he was looking for just happened to be leaving his room, making Virgil light up.
“Roman!” he shouted, giggling as he lunged toward his boyfriend, almost tripping in the process. Virgil quickly wrapped his arms around Roman’s neck, pulling him into a deep kiss without hesitation, biting his soft bottom lip before sliding his tongue into the other’s mouth. Roman melted into the kiss, groaning at his boyfriend’s sudden, but not unwelcome, display of affection. His hands groped Virgil’s waist before sliding down to his ass, giving it a firm squeeze which Virgil responded to with a loud moan.
Roman pulled away, resulting in a disappointed whine from Virgil, both gasping for breath after such a long and intense kiss. Virgil continued to cling to the other side, desperate to be as close to him as possible to satiate the scorching heat coursing through his body, unintentionally grinding against Roman, letting him feel the obvious hard-on through his jeans.
“Virgil, love,” Roman breathed out a laugh, “what on earth has you so worked up? Not that I’m complaining of course, but you’re not usually this… bold.”
Bold was an understatement. Virgil was usually fairly reserved when it came to physical affection, especially in public, so to see said emo practically grinding on him with such a heated gaze was quite abnormal.
Virgil looked up into his prince’s eyes, his own eyes glazed and half-lidded, burning with so much arousal and lust that it made Roman shudder. “Don’t know,” he said, pressing a kiss to his lover’s jaw, “Don’t care. Just need you, please. Fuck, I want you so bad, Roman, love you so much.” He mumbled his words as he continued placing sloppy kisses across the other side’s face, hands removing themselves from where they had been buried in Roman’s hair and moving down to rub sensually at his chest, making the man’s face turn bright red.
“Take me, Roman. I’m yours, all yours, only yours, please!” he whined more and more desperate as his dick strained uncomfortably in his pants.
Roman sucked in a breath before detaching Virgil from his body, much to the dark side’s disappointment, but quickly grabbed his wrist and led him inside his room, messy with scrapped ideas, but elegant nonetheless.
Soon, Virgil found himself pinned against the red, ornate door, now closed and locked. Roman’s breath was hot on his face as he whispered, “You’re sure you’re okay? I’ll gladly fuck you senseless, but I just want to make sure you want this too and there’s not something going on.”
Roman’s thumb stroked Virgil’s cheek softly, making the dark side’s eyes flutter shut only to open seconds later just as dazed as before. “Please, Roman! I’m so hard it hurts, I need you so bad it feels like I’m dying,” he whined, hips involuntarily jerking against Roman’s leg, finally getting a taste of the sweet friction he so desperately craved.
Before Virgil could open his mouth to beg again, Roman surged forward to capture his lips in another passionate kiss that quickly turned more heated as Virgil practically shoved his tongue down the other’s throat. Distracted by the kiss, he hardly noticed as Roman’s hands moved down before he was lifted off the ground, almost swooning at his boyfriend’s strength; something that he would usually be embarrassed about, but now it hardly even crossed his mind, completely overwhelmed by lust.
Roman tossed him onto the plush bed fit for a king, snapping their clothes away, too impatient to actually undress. Virgil squirmed as he kissed down his chest, stopping momentarily at his nipples to swirl his tongue around one before moving to the other, keeping Virgil distracted as he reached for the lube in his bedside drawer.
Finally, Roman’s mouth reached his love’s hips, nipping gently at them and earning a soft gasp from the man under him. Drenching his fingers in lube, Roman gave a light lick to Virgil’s cock just as he slipped the first slicked up finger into his lover’s twitching hole.
Virgil moaned loudly, completely unashamed. Usually, he was embarrassed by the sounds he made during sex, but now he couldn’t bring himself to care. The noises he let out only made Roman more turned on, eager to fuck his gorgeous boyfriend.
One finger became two, which soon became three as Roman scissored and stretched the tight hole open until his partner was loose and pliant. All coherent thought had left Virgil at this point, high pitched whines and pants escaping his mouth. Roman took in the erotic sight of the strong, brooding man, now flushed and shiny with sweat, his face screwed up in pleasure despite not even having Roman’s cock in him yet. It was truly a sight to behold.
Roman couldn’t wait anymore and quickly slid his dick into Virgil, trying his best to watch for any signs of discomfort despite the overwhelming urge to let go and pound ruthlessly into the man beneath him. Both sides cried out at the sensation. Roman set a quick pace, unable to resist the tight warmth surrounding his cock and thrust into his partner, skin slapping against skin. The moans pouring shamelessly out from Virgil’s mouth spurred him on, adjusting their position to find that particular spot that was sure to drive the other man wild.
Lifting Virgil’s left leg and placing it over his shoulder, Roman shifted to make them both more comfortable while also making it possible to press even deeper. When his boyfriend started up his brutal pace again, Virgil all but wailed. His mind had completely fogged over, mind entirely focused on Roman and the pleasure he provided. His prostate was ruthlessly stimulated and his throat was raw from screaming, tears pricking at his eyes as he surrendered himself to bliss.
Roman loved seeing his partner fall apart and could easily tell when he was about to reach his peak. Virgil’s hole tightened around him, the pressure feeling incredible around his cock and causing his eyes to flutter shut at the sensation. They were both close and as Roman mouthed at his lover’s chest between his pants and gasps, he reached his hand to grasp at Virgil’s throbbing dick which twitched at the contact. Virgil was reduced to a whining puddle of lust.
“Ro-Roman! Ah- please! Oh god, yes!” he slurred with drool dripping down his chin, “Fuck yes, so good! Roman, I need more please, I need you so bad, more than anything!”
Roman groaned at the brazen pleas and quickened his hand to tease Virgil just the way he liked it. Virgil’s hand scrambled to grip the pillows beneath his head for any kind of purchase as he fell apart, mouth open in a silent scream. He came hard, ass tightening around Roman’s cock causing him to reach his peak too. The feeling of warmth flooding his insides made Virgil’s spent dick twitch softly as he panted, body soaked sweat and flushed bright red.
Roman pulled out of him and laid next to the dark side, but only for a moment before getting up to grab a towel for both himself and Virgil. By the time he returned from the bathroom, Virgil was already fast asleep in bed, and after cleaning him up, Roman had no issues joining him in bed.
***
Virgil slowly opened his eyes, wondering if the hazy memories of the night before were just a wet dream his consciousness had conjured up. However, the warm weight of a body spooning him and the heavy arm pulling him close quickly disposed of that theory.
Virgil’s eyes widened and any leftover sleepiness was dispelled as he twisted to face Roman and rapidly shook him awake, hardly noticing he was in the other’s room.
Roman tiredly blinked open his eyes, smiling when they made contact with Virgil. “Good morning, gorgeous. Sleep well?” he asked, voice rough from sleep and the previous night’s events.
Virgil’s gaze hardened as he spoke urgently, his own voice thoroughly wrecked, “Roman, what the hell was in that jar you left in the kitchen?”
“Hm? Oh, I completely forgot about that. It was some sort of love potion I confiscated from the dragon witch. The old bat was planning on using it to marry a princess and take over her kingdom,” Roman scoffed, rolling his eyes as though the dragon witch and the imagination as a whole weren’t his own creation. “Why do you ask?”
Virgil let out a groan before answering, “Cause it spilled all over Logan and I yesterday you idiot. You really need to start screwing the lids on properly,” he paused before smacking the prince on the back of his head. Roman let out a yelp. “Oh, and that’s from Logan.”
Roman rubbed the back of his head and looked up at Virgil with shock and worry in his eyes. His voice trembled as he spoke, “Wait, so last night? You… Oh my god, Virgil, I’m so sorry. This is all my fault! I should’ve put that damn jar away or… or noticed something was wrong. Oh god, Virgil, I-” his rambling was cut off when Virgil took his face in his hands, forcing the watery-eyed prince to look his boyfriend in the eye.
“Hey, stop that. You didn’t know and while that normally should never be an excuse, I, uh… I kinda liked it?” That admittance immediately caught Roman’s attention, but Virgil continued, “I don’t know, I guess that feeling of dizziness and arousal was nice. Almost like a high, I guess? I don’t know. I just, maybe not anytime soon, but uh, I wouldn’t mind doing it again? Only if you’re okay with it! Ugh, this is probably weird, I’m sorry, I should go-”
This time, Roman stopped Virgil from spiraling, grabbing his hands and pressing a gentle kiss to his palms. “My love, you know there is very little I wouldn’t do for you. I’d be more than happy to repeat the experience should you like to. After all, seeing you whine and beg so prettily for me was quite the sight,” he said seductively, sending the other side a heated look.
Virgil turned bright red and sputtered indignantly, “Wha- shut up! Just- just go back to bed; it’s too early for this bullshit.”
“Whatever you say, dearest.”
