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rookscastle · 2 months ago

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Just Your Typical Tuesday

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Safe to say, getting fucked senseless by a pair of extremely attractive demons had not been on Janus’ schedule for the afternoon. But here he was, and he certainly wasn’t complaining.

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Pairing: Anaroceit

Word Count: 4675

Warnings/kinks: Teeth, rimming, double penatration, teratophilia

Notes:

Yep, here you go, a small insight into my wicked, wicked brain. Enjoy! Maybe I'll be able to write more now that I've managed to finish one haha.

I think I've pretty much summed everything up in the tags but if theres anything else I should be warning for then please lmk!

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Janus was bored, and a little lonely. That was his only excuse.

It’s not like he’d intended to get into this situation, his friend Remus had casually mentioned attempting to summon a demon as the plan for their next hang out and Janus had wanted to be prepared for what would be happening - he didn’t particularly enjoy being caught off guard, especially by Remus. So he’d feigned interest and asked Remus about it and he’d excitedly sent Janus all sorts of crazy links to videos and dodgy websites with tutorials on how to summon demons. Janus just picked the third link down - the first one he’d seen when opening up the messages simply because his eye was drawn to the vaguely attractive drawing of a purple-skinned demon - set up the circle with some half used chalk and found some old candles in a drawer somewhere to light. He wasn’t putting that much effort into it - it’s not like he actually believed in this stuff, after all.

He was so sure it wouldn’t work that after he had lit the candles and said the incantation with the demon’s name - something so hard to pronounce Janus was still not sure if he’d said it right after everything had come to pass - a few times, he simply shrugged and went to sit on his plush couch. Maybe he could see if there was anything interesting on the T.V.

It was just as he reached for the remote that his living room filled with an angry cloud of purple and black smoke, coming from the small candles. Janus stared, frozen, at the sight. Those tiny candles should not be able to produce such smoke - and it was such an unnatural colour - he hoped it wouldn’t set off the fire alarm.

Something oozed, for a few minutes, from within the circle. something that looked like black sludge slowly forming into the shape of a figure - did it have extra limbs, or…

“Hey!” The figure said, seemingly startled, and a little annoyed. Through the smoke Janus could see their silhouette push away another, a second figure, “Did you hitch a ride on my summoning?”

“Yes! Because you always get to have such fun!” The second practically whined, though his voice was musical - even with such a tone, “I wanted in on it, for once.”

“Well then maybe you should get summoned more often,” The first suggested, almost teasing, “I think it’s a skill issue on your part, if the mortals aren’t talking about you as much.”

An offended gasp, Janus wasn’t sure if they even knew he was here.

“Well maybe if I got summoned more I could show them! I haven’t been summoned in a hundred years, V! C’mon! Let me have some fun.”

With those slightly worrying words and even more worrying tone, Janus decided it was time to make himself known to them. He cleared his throat - awkwardly.

“Um,” He said, eloquent, Janus, what a wonderful job you just did, “Hello-?”

A gasp of what sounded like delight echoed from the second figure, before he was shushed by the first, “This is my mortal,” Janus heard the first hiss - and oh dear, that was a nice sound - before shoving the other, “Get your own, Princey.”

“Oh can’t you share, for once?” ‘Princey’ grumbled. V chuckled, voice low, before finally stepping out of the smoke so that Janus could see him properly, quickly followed by his… friend. Oh. Oh dear indeed. Janus was glad he was sitting.

The first - ‘V’ was unmistakably the demon depicted on the weird dodgy website, though the art couldn’t possibly hold a candle to the real thing.

He was tall, to start, taller than Janus by a long way. He’d guess the demon was almost seven feet tall easily. His skin was a luscious violet, deep and dark with subtler markings of a darker indigo - making an almost marble effect across his skin. His hair was black with lilac at the tips, his undercut highlighting his sharply pointed ears adorned with a myriad of jewellery and the curling horns that tapered from his forehead and curled behind his ears, white at the tips. His eyes were a shimmering silver and catlike - with slit pupils instead of round.

Not to mention that he was wearing very little. A black top that looked like it had been haphazardly cut and matching shorts, with enough chains and belts that he jingled when he moved. Fishnet tights and thigh-high boots with enough buckles and accessories to make your average scene kid tremble really pulled it together. Not to mention the thin tail that flicked back and forth behind him. Fading to white at the pointed tip just like his horns.

And his friend? Well.

Janus’ eyes were immediately drawn from his warm red skin dotted with dimly glowing gold freckles to the large wings tucked against his back. Black feathers ruffled when he moved, the primaries were tipped in gold as though he’d dipped them in the metal. He practically glittered. His own slim horns reminded Janus of some kind of goat, holding back his flaming red hair, streaked with gold just like the rest of him. Even his eyes reflected the same fire, molten pools of amber fixed on him that pinned him to the spot. His pupils expanded when he met Janus’ eyes.

“Oh how sweet!” The red one practically cooed, “Aren’t you a lovely little mortal? Simply adorable - don’t you think, V? Won’t he be just perfect?”

He turned to the other, who had also been looking at Janus with a look of consideration on his face that had Janus worrying a little about what he had summoned.

V let out that same chuckle again, giving the other some indecipherable look before moving gracefully closer to him and crouching down to eye level, bracing one knee on the couch beside Janus’ own leg - the position had him blushing. It was only made worse when V’s hand came to grasp his chin - too hard to be called a gentle touch, but not hard enough to hurt him or leave a mark - tilting his head this way and that as the demon examined him closely.

“There’s no need to be scared, sweetie,” The demon whispered to him, “We won’t bite.”

“Unless you’re into that,” Princey said, his smirk evident in his tone - and when had he gotten so close? He knelt on the sofa too, to Janus’ other side, his arm braced against the back of the cushions and his wings splayed behind him, “Does this mean we can share?”

“...I’m not opposed,” V said, with a small smirk, he was still looking at Janus - who still didn’t know what was happening, share? What did they mean, share? “Is that okay with you, little one? Can we share you?”

Janus realised a few seconds too late that he was supposed to have an answer to that, both demons looked at him expectantly - V, with a passive gaze and ‘Prince’ with thinly veiled hope bordering on desperation - Janus didn’t know what to say, “...Share me?” he asked instead, V’s mask of indifference seemed to falter a little. He shared another odd glance with Prince again.

“Little one,” V said again, gently squeezing his face for his attention - he certainly had it, he didn’t need to do much more than exist for that, “Did you do any research before you summoned me?”

Janus flushed bright red with embarrassment, “...I never actually expected it to work, so- not really… um, my name is Janus, by the way, not ‘little one’.”

Boldly, the red-haired demon leant forward and hooked his chin over Janus’ shoulder. His wild hair brushing his cheek. Janus couldn’t help but relax into the touch - he was so warm.

“Roman-” V hissed, and Janus guessed that must be the other demon’s name, because he looked up with a pout, “He doesn’t know what’s going on, sweetie, it’s not fair.”

Roman groaned, before muttering a quiet ‘fine’ and moving to leave. Janus hated how cold it left him - he’d always run colder.

“No- wait-” Janus said quickly, mere seconds after Roman pulled away, he tried to reach to pull him back, “I may not know exactly what’s happening - but I’m not naive either, and I don’t mind you touching me.”

With newly granted permission, Roman was back in an instant, nuzzling into the crook of Janus’ neck as his arms snaked around his middle - pulling him effortlessly to sit in his lap. Janus spared a thought that had him blushing to how strong the demon must be.

“Don’t keep him all to yourself,” Virgil practically growled, crawling properly onto the sofa after them and reaching for Janus where he’d let go so that Roman could move him, “You’re okay with touch, hm, little one?”

Janus blushed pink at the nickname, but nodded anyway. He shivered as he felt a cool hand press to his waist, the light pinprick of claws digging into his side making his breath catch in his throat as he felt sparks fly through his nervous system. He was acutely aware of V’s hand on his waist and Roman’s warm hands resting on his stomach with just his shirt between them and his skin. Janus thought he might explode as V’s hand cupped his cheek once more, guiding his face down until they were mere centimetres apart. Suddenly the meaning of the whole sharing thing became a lot clearer. Though Janus didn’t think he had much of a problem with this apparent arrangement.

“My name is Virgil,” V whispered to him, Janus could feel his warm breath fanning over his lips, he felt what might’ve been Roman pressing a kiss to his spine though his shirt, he shuddered, “May I?”

Instead of answering, Janus just leant forwards and bridged the final few centimetres between them himself. His lips met Virgil’s gently, at first, though the kiss was quickly deepened as Virgil tilted his head to slot their lips together and flicked his tongue against Janus’ mouth, a request to take things just a little further.

He was pushed back until Roman had to support them with a hand pressed against the small of Janus’ back. Virgil’s tongue twined with his, the demon sucking lightly on Janus’ lip before returning to his exploration of the other’s mouth with eagerness that Janus had never felt from a partner before.

A moan from Janus’ left realerted him to the presence of the other demon, though Roman seemed to be enjoying himself fine just watching, if the hardness pressed against his thigh where he was seated on the demon’s lap was anything to go by.

Virgil chuckled that deep chuckle that - had Janus been standing - would’ve made his knees weak as he pulled away, pressing an almost chaste kiss to his lips before smirking and using his hand on Janus’ cheek to tilt his face in Roman’s direction.

“Go on, my dear,” Virgil said, it wasn’t clear which of them he was talking to, but both of them got the message anyway. Roman practically dived for him, his teeth teasing at Janus’ lip and pulling a small gasp from him before Roman’s warm hand in his hair forced them closer as Roman kissed him. Belatedly he realised that the demon had lost his shirt at some point whem he had been kissing Virgil as his hands found a warm, bare chest where there should’ve been fabric.

Virgil’s hands wandered whilst he and Roman kissed, slipping under Janus’ shirt to trace his hip bone, his stomach, his ribs, his back. Moments later Virgil’s lips found his neck, first with gentle airy kisses and then with rougher ones involving teeth and tongue that Janus knew would leave his skin bruised and marked. The idea had him moaning into Roman’s mouth - a sound that the other swallowed greedily.

He felt sharp teeth drag up the length of his neck and Janus was gone, letting out an obscene moan that made both demons laugh.

“Oh?” Virgil whispered from behind him, voice close enough to Janus’ ear to make him shiver, “Do you like my fangs, little one?”

Janus groaned at the teasing, but Virgil didn’t seem to accept that as an answer, gently biting the shell of his ear for emphasis, though it just had Janus a moaning mess again, “Yes-” He huffed, trying to sound annoyed - though he might be failing a little with how breathless his voice comes out with Roman still kissing him between his words, “Yes I do.”

“Such a good little mortal,” Roman said into his mouth, his hands dropping to rest upon Janus’ thighs as Virgil let out a low rumbling of approval and went back to his previous task of licking and sucking marks into Janus’ neck, his hands creeping to undo the buttons on Janus’ shirt. A task he quickly got to helping with, flinging the shirt to the side as Virgil wasted no time continuing his trail of kisses down Janus’ back.

Without pulling away from the almost desperate kisses, Roman manoeuvred him into a new position and Janus spared a brief glance to see that he was now straddling Roman’s thighs. A hand on his back pulled their chests flush as Roman trailed kisses from Janus’ mouth down his jaw. Janus tipped his head back, letting out more moans he couldn’t hold back as he felt two pairs of lips - two sets of fangs - marking his body.

He was painfully hard by the time Virgil’s fingers hooked on the waistband of his jeans just from the kisses and occasional aborted movement from Roman - as though he wanted to grind up against Janus but was stopping himself. Janus didn’t know why. Really - he didn’t know why any of this was happening, but he wouldn’t complain when he was thoroughly enjoying it.

Virgil kissed him, lips pressing firmly just above his waistband and his hand rubbed circles into his thigh, “May I, my sweet one?”

“May you?” Janus managed to get out between breathy moans as Roman’s teeth teased his neck. Virgil let out a low hum, as if figuring out the answer to that question. He sat back, seeming to assess his options, before his hands were back.

“May I, first, take you to your bedroom,” Virgil said, trailing his lips back up Janus’ back, until he reached his shoulder and lingered there for a second before pulling away fully, now tapping his fingers on Janus’ back as though lost in thought, “Second… I think I’d quite like to eat you out, if you’d allow me.”

Roman and Janus both moaned in unison at that suggestion, before Janus was nodding almost frantically. He needed something - anything to relieve the burning hot warmth bubbling in his stomach.

“Open you up nicely for what's to come, hm?” Virgil suggested, voice almost a growl as he helped Janus up, keeping him close to his chest. He felt something touch his leg and looked down to see Virgil’s tail had coiled itself around Janus’ thigh, the tip barely brushing against a much more sensitive area and tearing a shuddering gasp from him. He was certain it was intentional.

Janus led the way - practically stumbling - to his bedroom. Roman’s tail had wrapped itself around Janus’ wrist the moment the demon had stood up, and he’d snatched up Virgil’s hand along the way.

As soon as he pushed open the door to his room Virgil took control of the situation, guiding him to the bed with hands on his back, turning him around and pushing him down so he was laid out on his back. Turning his head he saw Roman pull out the chair from his desk and sit, wings and legs spread, making his hardness obvious despite still being clothed. He gave Janus a wink and a smirk as Virgil manhandled him out of his jeans and underwear and into the position he wanted - with Janus laid back against the pillows and his legs hooked up over Virgil’s shoulders. He pressed a light, teasing kiss to the inside of Janus’ thigh. Roman was going to watch, that’s why he was so excited by the prospect, Janus realised.

“Such a beautiful little thing,” Virgil said, leaning over him to trail a finger down his stomach, “all laid out and ready for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Janus moaned, feeling all coiled up and hot from the kissing, “Please-”

“As you wish,” Virgil smirked, seconds later Janus jolted as Virgil’s hot tongue licked a stripe up his ass before circling his hole, Janus couldn’t help the breathless moans that escaped him as Virgil teased his entrance, he fought against the hand on his thigh that stopped him from pressing back into the hot, wet, perfect sensation like he wanted to.

And then Virgil’s tongue entered him with an obscene wet sound and Janus was gone, throwing his head back as he cried out. He caught sight of Roman again as he did, splayed out in the chair palming himself through his shorts as his tail flicked back and forth behind him, gasping soundlessly at the sight of them. The room filled with the wet squelching of Virgil’s long tongue in his hole, twisting and pressing against him, stretching him out and leaving him a moaning trembling mess on the bed.

“I’m- I’m-” Janus tried to warn between gasps and moans as he tried to hold in the knotting heat twisting in his gut, “Gonn-ah-”

Virgil pressed his tongue deeper into him, letting out a moan that Janus felt through his tongue, finally sending him over the edge with a cry as he came across his stomach, leaving him shaking and breathless as Virgil pulled out with a wet pop, leaving his hole dripping with saliva as he rubbed circles on his hip with his thumb, a line of drool falling from his lips as he let his tongue loll from his mouth for a moment as he caught his breath.

“You put on a wonderful show, dearheart,” Roman said, walking over to join them on the bed, leaning down to press a kiss to Janus’ cheek before using what might’ve been a towel to clean him off ever so gently, “You really are just perfect, aren’t you?”

Janus just whined, still unable to form words.

“Well spoken, darling,” Roman teased as he helped him up, lifting him clean off the bed and causing Janus to yelp in surprise as he was arranged in Roman’s arms so that virgil could get himself into a new position - Roman happily placed Janus down in between Virgil’s thighs, back to his chest, before crawling up to kiss him, all gentle and soft now.

“Are you up for a second round, little one?” Virgil said, pressing a chaste kiss to Janus’ temple. Janus felt his dick - already half hard again to his surprise - twitch at the demon’s tone, he tried to turn to look at him - Virgil was smirking, “I think Roman would like a turn.”

Janus shivered when he felt a pair of lips ghost over his thigh and he tilted his head up to see that Roman had made his way between his legs without his notice. When their eyes met, Roman's expression turned devious and he began littering Janus’ inner thighs with a mixture of bruising kisses and soothing kitten licks, Janus had never gotten hard again this fast before.

Looking back up at Virgil, he found the demon to be grinning, “Yes- yes I think so…”

“Mmm I was hoping you’d say that,” Roman said hungrily, Janus would’ve melted at that tone alone had Roman not also crawled up over him to press a wanting kiss to his lips. He was guided, a little shaky, with leading kisses to sit in Roman’s lap. Janus realised abruptly that he’d lost more clothing in the moments he hadn’t been looking; all he wore now was his jewellery, bangles, a neckless. Janus tried to ignore the way Roman’s cock - slick with precome already - pressed against his thigh from their position. Roman groaned softly at even the tiniest touch. .

“Big…” Janus mumbled, making Roman chuckle and press little teasing kisses to his cheeks.

“You can take me,” Roman said, tone encouraging and warm. It caused a sense of safety and peace to wash over him and Janus knew he was red and sweating and shaking just a little still, but he had never felt so cared for, “Virgil opened you up so nicely, my darling.”

“I wasn’t complaining,” Janus said, tracing his fingers over Roman’s muscled chest. The comment made Roman smirk.

Leaning forward, Roman pressed a passionate kiss to the human’s lips, slowly working his tongue into the human’s mouth. Janus moaned around it, then whined when he pulled it away. He went to complain about the loss, only to be cut off by a gasp instead as Roman grabbed his ass and squeezed gently, grinning as Janus was distracted.

“Roman…” He whined as Roman traced up his spine, leaving shivers and tingles in the wake of his fingers. Roman was teasing and he knew it, Janus just hated that it was working so well, “Come on… please?”

“Hmm… what’s that?” Roman hummed, tracing Janus’ neck and then his jawline, “You want something, hm? How about you ask me nicely, and we’ll see?”

“Please- please I want you,” Janus asked, resisting the urge to lick Roman’s fingers as he traced his lips, “I need you-”

“Such a good little human,” Virgil hummed from behind him, running his hands up Janus’ arms. Janus gasped as yet another sensation was added - and yet none of them were the ones he wanted. Virgil placed a kiss behind Janus’ ear before gently nipping at the skin, “You want Roman so badly, don’t you?”

Janus whined at the husky tone of Virgil’s voice, the way Roman’s hands were slowly making their way back down, the way he could still feel Roman pressed against him but he still wasn’t doing anything. He could feel Virgil behind him too, pressing his chest to Janus’ back. Janus reached behind him blindly until his hand found Virgil’s thigh.

“I want-” He said, taking a deep breath.

“Yes little one?” Roman said, smiling down at him as he stroked Janus’ thighs, just shy of somewhere more sensitive, “What do you want? You can ask us…”

“I want - I want you both,” Janus says with a sharp gasp as Roman ghosted his fingers over his cock, “Please I need- both of you - I need both of you inside me please-”

“Oh darling, there’s no need to beg,” Roman teased, “Though it’s nice to know how badly you want us… I’m sure Virgil would be happy to oblige.”

“Mmm…” Virgil hummed in a deep rumble that reverberated through his chest, “I was hoping you would ask…”

Mere moments later, Janus felt Virgil line up to his entrance as Roman grabbed his ass to steady him. Slowly and with a groan of pleasure, Virgil pushed into him, Making Janus gasp softly, the sound turning into a moan as Virgil’s large cock filled him up. He didn’t move for a moment, before pulling back and giving an experimental thrust up into him, earning a moan from both of them in sync.

“You sure you can take us both, my dear?” Roman asked, tone teasing as he cupped Janus face. Janus nodded stubbornly even as Virgil began to set a slow pace, at the same time he leaned to nip at Janus’ neck with his fangs, making Janus tip his head back with a moan.

Only a small amount of adjustment (and a little lube he got from Janus had no clue where) was needed for Roman to slide his own cock in beside Virgil’s, leaving him gasping with how it stretched him open.

“F-fuck-” Janus gasped as the pair gave him a moment to adjust. He leaned back just a tiny bit and moaned as he felt them both pressing against him. Roman was biting his lip and holding Janus hips in a grip that was likely leaving marks while Virgil littered soothing kisses up his neck.

“Whenever you’re ready, little one,” Virgil whispered in Janus’ ear, making him shudder with the way Virgil’s hot breath fanned over his ear with the words.

“I’m ready,” Janus said after another moment.

Their first combined thrust into him made Janus’ head spin. He felt like he was seeing stars as the two of them began to move, finding a rhythm where he was always full. With practiced ease the two demons slammed repeatedly into Janus’ prostate, making him cry out in pleasure as they held him still and fucked him senseless.

Virgil bit down on Janus’ neck and he gasped, barely able to speak as he tried to warn the two of the growing heat in his abdomen amongst his moans and cries of pleasure.

“You can come, darling,” Roman said to him, tone husky and breathless, “But you’ll have to wait for us to come either way.”

Roman’s own moans mixed with Janus’ as he captured his lips in a deep kiss, pressing his tongue into his mouth. He tried to hold back his orgasm, wanting to come with the two of them who would clearly last longer. Janus groaned into Roman’s mouth as Virgil sucked harshly on his skin, digging his nails into Janus’ hips.

“I- I-” Janus gasped, “I’m gonna-”

“Go on, my dear,” Virgil told him, reaching around him to brush his nails over Janus’ cock. He barely even touches him before Janus is crying out in bliss as his orgasm hit him like a truck, spilling across both him and Roman’s stomachs as well as Virgil’s hand.

The two of them kept going until Janus was whining and gasping with the overstimulation and only at that point did Roman come. He buried his face in Roman’s shoulder as he was filled, Virgil came quickly after and when the two pulled out he was dripping with their combined orgasms.

Janus was left blissful but trembling as he remained sandwiched between Roman and Virgil - the only reason he was still sat up at all. Roman’s tail wrapped around his leg, Virgil gently massaged his hips to stave off future soreness that he knew he was going to feel later on.

“How do you feel, sweetheart?” Virgil asked him.

“Good…” Janus said happily, his throat hurt a little, but he could get a drink later. Roman gently nudged Janus to lean more against Virgil whilst he stood. Taking Janus’ hands when he pouted, Roman smiled.

“Would you like a bath?” Roman asked with a small smirk, “Yes darling don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”

Janus huffed and looked away, that was… definitely not what he was worried about, no, not at all.

“You two don’t…” Janus stopped, trying to figure out the words, all his mind would focus on was Virgil’s gentle touch up and down his side, “Do you not have to… go back?”

“Not until you dismiss us,” Roman hummed, leaning forward to kiss Janus’ forehead.

“We’re happy to stay as long as you want us,” Virgil told him, “And we want to take care of you, if you’ll let us?”

“Yes,” Janus said, quick but soft, “Yes please, I- that bath sounds nice… will you join me in it?”

Virgil smiles, glancing up at Roman before kissing Janus’ cheek, “Of course, how can we say no to that?”

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Virgil and Roman didn’t leave until the next day after Janus fell asleep sandwiched between the two warm demons. Wings as a blanket and tails wrapped protectively around him whilst he slept led to the best sleep he’d had in years.

He promised to summon them again soon.

Janus honestly couldn’t wait for the opportunity.

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“You did this without me??” Remus yelled as Janus told him about his exploits, “Well - congrats on your new boyfriends I guess, but goddamnit Janus I want some hot demon dick too!”

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Please lmk if you enjoyed >:3

#SOO HOT HELLO???#knocked it out of the park with this one

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rookscastle · 2 months ago

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Kinky Experimentation

Chapter Two: Dom/sub

Content Notes: Trans Roman, Dom/sub, Dom Roman, Sub Virgil, Orgasm delay, Pegging (Is it still pegging when they're both men?)

Roman plunged his tongue into Virgil’s mouth, relishing the soft breathless sound he made. Virgil’s weight on his lap was somehow both delightfully grounding and also made him feel wonderfully lightheaded. Or maybe that was a lack of air, all his focus on making out with his husband.

Roman grabbed Virgil’s ass in his tight jeans, groping and massaging the soft muscle. He ran his tongue behind Virgil’s teeth, and Virgil nearly whimpered, a shudder running through him.

Virgil broke away from the kiss, dropping his forehead to Roman’s shoulder and gasping for air. The soft bend of his neck was exposed, pale and inviting, and Roman pressed his heated lips against it, leaving little red smears from the lipstick that he’d put on hours ago.

“What would you think,” Roman said breathily between kisses. “If we were to try something from our kinky list?”

Virgil answered with a little nip to Roman’s shoulder. “If you’re offering to get me off, Princey, I’m down for just about anything right now.”

Roman edged his kisses up Virgil’s throat, adding in little scrapes of his teeth to make Virgil melt. “I was thinking… that I might like to… dom you a bit.”

Virgil groaned, tipping his head to give Roman more access to his throat. “Sure, why not.”

A flash of nervousness ran through Roman at the easy, almost flippant answer. He pulled back, waiting for Virgil to catch his eyes. “Are you sure?”

Virgil of course caught the anxiety, a little wrinkle forming between his eyebrows. “I mean, you’re still gonna follow all the rules we set before, aren’t you?”

Roman nodded rapidly. “Of course! I just— I don’t want you to say yes without knowing what you’re saying it for.”

Virgil leaned in, resting his forehead against Roman’s. “I’m saying yes to having my very hot husband boss me around for a bit. Maybe embarrass me a little, probably tease me, and definitely fuck me.” He kissed the tip of Roman’s nose. “That’ll be my order, and you can make all the rest.”

Roman’s worries eased. He kissed Virgil softly, holding him close. “Didn’t think the sub got to make any orders,” he murmured against Virgil’s lips.

“I already did it,” Virgil said teasingly.

“Brat,” Roman teased back, claiming Virgil’s mouth.

Virgil made another of those intoxicating sounds, his fingers tangling in the small hairs at Roman’s nape.

“Not today,” Virgil breathed. “Today I’m trying to be good for you.”

Roman groaned, desire pooling within him, hot and liquid. “Take your shirt off.”

Virgil leaned back, shrugging off his hoodie and tossing it over the arm of the couch, his shirt quickly following. Roman stared in awe, his body delighting him just as much now as it had the first time he’d seen it. He set his hands against Virgil’s stomach, tracing along where his jeans bit into the fat of his hips.

“Put on a show for me, love,” Roman instructed, his head spinning slightly with Virgil’s heated gaze fixed on him.

Virgil’s hands joined his, trailing over his stomach and hips before dragging up over his chest, squeezing at his pecs and tracing over his nipples.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Roman moaned, gripping Virgil’s hips and guiding him to grind into Roman’s lap. “My pretty little stormcloud. So hot and so good for me.”

Virgil bit his lip, his face coloring as he ground down on Roman and played with his chest. The tension between them grew, sparks of arousal flickering with every drag of Virgil’s hips.

Roman leaned in to suck a hickey on Virgil’s collarbone, prompting Virgil to groan so very prettily.

“You want me to fuck you?” Roman asked, leaving more marks along Virgil’s throat and shoulders.

“Yes,” Virgil said breathlessly, his hips stuttering against Roman’s. “Yes, please.”

Roman leaned back against the couch, watching for another few moments. “Go and get the strap you want to be fucked with then. Be naked when you come back.”

Virgil’s mouth dropped open, a hungry flicker in his eyes. He clambered off of Roman and went upstairs to get one of their strap ons.

Roman peeled his own clothes off, damp with sweat and arousal. He was achingly hard by now, throbbing with desire. Virgil was so hot, and all his.

He barely had gotten his clothes off when Virgil returned, bringing also the harness and a bottle of lube.

“Good boy,” Roman praised, staring unashamedly at Virgil’s hard cock, now free of the tight jeans. “Kneel.”

Virgil balked slightly, his face turned bright red. But he slowly dropped to one knee, and then both. He chewed on his lip, nervous and awkward.

Roman wasn’t sure if he’d ever looked more sexy. He reached down to touch himself, never breaking eye contact with Virgil.

“So good for me,” Roman moaned. “So perfect. Now put the harness on me.”

Virgil’s expression brightened from embarrassment to lust. He loved it when Roman let him put the harness on. Roman wasn’t exactly sure of all the details of why, but he knew just how hot Virgil thought it was, as his hands slid around Roman’s thighs and waist, lining everything up just right.

He’d picked an excellent dick too. Not so thick, but on the longer side, and with a base that molded around Roman, vibrating at the touch of a button.

Virgil’s hand hovered over the button when he’d finished tightening the last strap. “May I?” He asked.

The sheer gentleness and submissiveness in his tone set Roman on fire. He nodded, his mouth suddenly dry.

Virgil turned on the vibrations and Roman groaned, bending forward slightly as his arousal spiked fiercely.

“Bend over the couch,” he gasped.

Virgil’s eyes sparkled. He dashed to the couch, following Roman’s order perfectly.

“You’re so hot like this,” Roman moaned, a bit worried he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back from an orgasm before he even made it inside Virgil.

“You should see yourself,” Virgil shot back, his eyes dark and blown wide.

“Oh yeah?” Roman said, pouring lube onto his fingers. “Tell me.”

Virgil moaned as Roman circled his hole. “You’re- you’re confident… ordering like you, hnnnnn, like you own me….”

Roman slowly pumped his finger in and out, far more slowly than he knew Virgil preferred. But he wanted him capable of talking. Wanted to hear what he would say.

“It’s hot…” Virgil continued, his voice getting slightly shaky. “I like— I like you in charge… don’t have to- to guess what’ll make you happy…”

“You always make me happy,” Roman said, groping Virgil’s ass with his free hand. “You’re always so good for me. Taking orders is just a perfect next step.”

Virgil moaned shakily as Roman pressed a second finger inside him.

“Please, can you… faster please,” Virgil moaned, his tone getting the precious, desperate, whiny tone Roman adored.

“Beg me for it,” Roman answered, a heady rush of power filling him.

Virgil whined, not saying anything for a long minute. “Please… Roman please. Please fuck me faster.”

Roman trembled, arousal surging through him so strongly he nearly came right then. He sped up his fingers, jolts of need filling him with every sound Virgil made.

“Fuck yes,” Virgil moaned, subtly spreading his legs wider. “Roman, Roman, feels so good… please, let me have your cock. Please. I’m ready I swear. Please Roman.”

Roman battled to hold back his orgasm. Next time he was going to plan to have more than one. Going to figure out timings so he could still fuck Virgil without getting oversensitive. He wanted to do this over and over again. His husband, sweetly begging and being so good for him. So precious and perfect.

Roman didn’t have to retrieve the bottle of lube. He was dripping down his own thighs so much that he swiped his hand between his legs and had more than enough to coat the dick.

Roman pressed the tip to Virgil’s opening, the pressure pushing the base of the strap into his dick, nearly overwhelming him with pleasure. Roman’s legs trembled, and he bit down hard on his lip, pushing into Virgil.

Virgil moaned, arching beautifully under Roman. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, yes!”

Roman paused for just a moment before setting a rapid pace, pounding into Virgil, rocking his body against the couch with every thrust. Roman’s vision filled with stars, so filled with pleasure he couldn’t think about what he was doing anymore, moving on instinct, chasing Virgil’s orgasm before he’d allow himself his own.

Virgil came with a cry of Roman’s name, painting the side of the couch white. Roman’s orgasm crashed over him, and he gripped onto Virgil as his knees buckled.

Roman couldn’t move until overstimulation drove him to, pulling out and turning off the strap on. He practically collapsed on the floor, panting heavily. Virgil flopped next to him, reaching an arm around him.

“That good, huh?” Virgil said, slightly teasing despite the rough, fucked out tone of his own voice.

Roman just nodded, not capable of much more yet. “Uh huh.”

Virgil sighed happily. “Love seeing you like that.”

Roman tugged weakly at Virgil, pulling him closer.

Virgil laid his head on Roman’s bare chest, his arm circling over his stomach.

••^*^••

After a rest, and a fair amount of cleaning up, including some awkward googling trying to figure out how to get semen out of the couch, Roman and Virgil curled up next to each other.

“If you also enjoyed it, I would really like to do that again,” Roman said, a touch nervous.

“If I also enjoyed it,” Virgil repeated, a mocking tone to his voice. “Was begging for your cock and screaming your name as I came not a good enough hint?”

Roman flushed. “Well… I told you to do the first one…”

Virgil poked him. “I wouldn’t‘ve done it if I didn’t also want to. That’s part of the point, isn’t it?”

Roman nodded. “I just… worried, I guess.”

Virgil stuck his tongue out playfully. “Oh, now it’s husband’s turn to feel the anxiety.”

Roman kissed him, nipping gently at the tip of his tongue.

Virgil let out a little chuckle, beaming at him. “Yes, I enjoyed myself. It would be incredibly hot to do again.”

Roman kissed his cheek. “Next time I am taking advantage of my shorter refractory period.”

“Oh?” Virgil said, very interested. “Did I make you that horny, looking up at you from my knees?”

Roman turned his head away, but not fast enough, as Virgil let out a startled laugh.

“Oh, I am taking advantage of that one,” Virgil promised, grinning mischievously. “I’ll never have to take the trash out again.”

Roman hid his face. He understood now how Virgil had felt last time they’d talked after sex. It was mortifying to have it be so known what had worked him up now that they were calm and out of the moment. Though…

“You drop to your knees and ask, and you’d never have to do anything you didn’t want to,” he mumbled. “I don’t think I could refuse that no matter how hard I tried.”

Virgil grinned proudly. “Course, then I’d be fucked over every piece of furniture in the house within a month. Even I have to take a break sometimes.”

It was a gentle out, Roman could tell. He kissed Virgil’s cheek again, wanting closeness, but not ready to meet his eyes again yet.

“I wonder, if I did try bratting, would you love me or hate me for it?” Virgil said, half a question and half serious.

“I could never hate you,” Roman said firmly.

Virgil pushed him lightly. “You know what I mean. Do you think you’d like it?”

Roman considered it seriously. “I… I loved you obeying, and being good. So if you intentionally weren’t, I’m not sure how much I might like it? But it might make it even more satisfying when I got you to give in and be good at the end.”

Virgil nodded slowly. “It might be a bit harder? In a way? Than what we’ve been doing. Cause like… there’s a bit of a fight back and forth, and we get really caught up in fights.”

“At least this time I’ll know I’ll win,” Roman teased.

Virgil made a face at him.

Roman tugged him closer. “We’ll have to be more careful. Check in on each other during it. And we don’t have to try that until we feel ready.”

Virgil nodded, leaning against him. “Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good.”

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