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Micro/Macro

hey guys lol while i was posting my big bang on tumblr i was also posting kinktober on ao3 so yall are getting the first few chapters like a month late but shhhhh

Dukexiety (Remus x Virgil) Kinktober 2023 Day One: Micro/Macro Warnings: micro/macro, overstimulation, humping

Virgil is rather carelessly dropped onto a pillow, and though he contemplates wrapping his nude body up in the pillowcase, a couple unidentifiable stains quickly dissuade him from doing so. 

Not that it'd be very worthwhile anyway, considering Remus was very quickly stripping himself of his own clothes, meaning Virgil would just hide his body only to be unceremoniously grabbed and exposed once more, though this time it'd be for Remus's pleasure. 

So, Virgil instead sits on his knees, arms between his thighs as he watches Remus strip with a flushed expression. 

To some extent he's embarrassed of himself for agreeing to let Remus use him whenever he desired. It was just a random thing he'd consented to, but it has very quickly changed the direction of his day-to-day life. Each week was filled with at least two solid rounds of sex, and a lot more teasing and experimentation. 

This was an example of the latter. 

Virgil has never been shrunk before, but finds himself excited at the prospect. Though, he is admittedly worried about being squashed under Remus's body in one way or another. 

As Remus quickly gets his boxers off, though, Virgil watches as he wastes no time throwing himself onto the bed, and nearly flinging Virgil into the ceiling in the process. 

Virgil has to grip tight to the pillow to keep from being jostled as Remus gets himself comfortable, and then turns the pillow so that it's vertical in front of him. Virgil's left dizzy by the sudden movement, but a rough finger is being pressed against his chest and pushing him down onto his back before he can catch his bearings. 

He gasps as he hits the pillow, forced to stare up at Remus's grinning form. 

"So helpless," Remus purrs, all too delighted by this notion. He has his other hand wrapped around his cock, and is stroking it sloppily. "I could crush you with a simple flick if I wanted to." 

"Please don't," Virgil meekly says, though he's unsure if Remus can even hear him. 

A response reaffirms him though, as Remus shrugs. "I won't. Not right now, anyway. Smothering you seems much more fun!" 

He leans over the pillow, cock dragging across the fabric and leaving a trail of precome where it travels, leading right up to Virgil's small body, which is trapped right under the slit. There's no weight yet, as Remus focuses on properly straddling the pillow, but it leaves Virgil's body hot in anticipation. 

Remus's head hangs down, messy hair falling towards the bed, as Virgil looks behind him. They make eye contact, and Remus grins. 

"You look irresistible," he comments, before carelessly relaxing his body and falling fully against the pillow. His waist and chest are pressed against it, and he wastes no time wrapping his arms tightly around the object in order to squeeze it harder against him. 

Virgil is immediately crushed by Remus's hard cock, pushed tightly against his tiny body, trapping him to the pillow he's resting against. It's not painful; thankfully the soft backboard serves to allow him to sink a little into the fluff, but it means he's a lot more constrained. Moving at all is difficult, and he loves it. 

He moans, though he's sure Remus can't hear him this time, as Remus desperately tries to hold himself back.

Virgil knows Remus is waiting for him to start moving to signify he's okay. That he's excited, even! And Virgil has the insatiable urge to do just that, it's just a bit of a struggle. 

He wiggles a little bit, attempting to unpin his arms. Once he does, he's quick to wrap them around Remus's shaft, flushing dark when his arms barely get around half of it. His legs reach up to straddle the base of the cock, pushing his own small shaft against Remus's and grinding slightly against it, moaning immediately at the miniscule amount of friction. 

But his slight grinding is enough to notify Remus of his wellbeing, which Remus wants to immediately ruin. In the best way, of course. 

Rough as ever, Remus starts his own grinding, forcefully rubbing his cock against the pillow beneath him and groaning as he feels Virgil's small body being ground beneath him. 

He knows he's already leaking precome, but that only spurs on his grinding, excited to give his tiny a nice thick layer of glaze.

Remus's cock fucks hard against Virgil's, torturing him with intense pleasure as his body is forced up and down and deeper against the pillow. 

Precome smears into his hair, over his face, across his body. A fair amount of it gushes into his mouth, leaving him choking and coughing as he swallows as much as he can. It's bitter and salty, but he can hardly focus on his disgust when his pleasure is much more prevalent. 

His body is hot and jolting with constant pleasure due to the friction against his cock and nipples, making him whine and cry out constantly, though he knows they won't be stopping until Remus decides he's done. 

Muffled groans and dramatic moans reach his ears, though much of what he hears is the wet slapping of Remus's cock against his body and the clap of his balls from how fast he's humping. 

Remus's only motivation comes from chasing his orgasm, and Virgil is just a means to help him achieve that. He doesn't care whether Virgil comes or not, or even if he can move! He only cares about how good that small squirming feels! 

Though, eventually his curiosity begins to eat at him and he decides he has to see Virgil. 

He pulls up, sitting back on his calves, and is confused at first as he sees nothing more but a slick, damp stain on his pillow case, with no tiny man in sight. He scratches his head, before he feels something slide against his cock, and then Virgil's falling from it, and back onto the pillows below, sticky with come. 

His own semen isn't noticeable at all among the translucent goop he's soaked in, making him look damp and lubed. 

Remus can't help but grin cheerily at the sight, watching the way Virgil's small body twitches and moves ever so slightly, but otherwise stays spread out. 

Remus's hand moves slow over his shaft as he gets off to just staring at Virgil, before using the tip of his finger he's pulling it up and back, only to suddenly let go and watch as his fock smacks against Virgil's body with a wet squelching sound and a barely audible cry. 

He drags the tip of his cock over Virgil's body, stroking his shaft in a way that almost makes it look as though he's squeezing precome out of it, before he lifts his cock up again. 

Virgil's hardly given a respite before it's dropped back onto him and the process repeats, with pre being spilled over his body, coating him in a thick layer, and making him cough as he tries fruitlessly to wipe his face, only for it to quickly be recoated. 

When Remus pulls his cock back up again, Virgil is a bit more ready for him to drop it down again, but he isn't prepared to once more stick to the side. 

This time Remus doesn't let him drop down however, and grabs Virgil with his fingers before he can do so. 

He's then cupped in the palm of Remus's hand, and rather tightly forced up against Remus's cock, trapped by the hand squeezing him against the shaft from behind. 

It's suffocating as he's stuck against the sticky surface, overwhelmed by the smell of sweat and the bitter taste of come that's essentially tainted his tongue. Yet, he lets it roll out of his mouth and drag along the side of Remus's cock as Remus begins pumping him up and down, using Virgil's small body to continue stimulating himself. 

Virgil's cock drags along Remus's cock as well, and he squirms as a result, even though he knows he can't escape. It's so intense and overstimulating, and he already feels himself nearing another orgasm from the minimal amount of friction. 

He cries out pathetically, whimpering at the assault on his body, but his cries go unheard, and he loves it. 

He's moved up and down so violently he swears it'll give him vertigo, until he's stalled at the top. Virgil attempts to look over at Remus to gauge what he's thinking, but Remus's thumb is pressing down on the back of his head, burying Virgil's head in the slit. 

He hears Remus grunt, and then moan, and Virgil barely has time to shut his eyes before he's drowned in a flood of Remus's come. 

He's left gagging and spluttering, drinking down what he can to keep from fully choking on the semen. He swallows down so much that he feels his stomach ache, and he momentarily thinks it might just never end, until finally Remus lets go of him and once again Virgil falls back onto the pillow beneath him, although this time it's not significantly wetter. 

He coughs, laying limp as he tries to catch his breath. But Remus isn't done with him. 

Carefully, Remus brings a finger back down to Virgil, and very softly drags it over Virgil's straining cock, rubbing him to a quick and messy orgasm that Virgil only has a few seconds to prepare for, before he finally pulls away, leaning back on his knees as he stares at the ruined tiny beneath him. 

Virgil's panting is nearly as loud as Remus's, but it makes Remus muse at just how exhausted Virgil is. 

"Have fun?" Remus teases, which has Virgil whining as he curls up into the fetal position, trembling with sensitivity.

"Fuck off," is Virgil's only response, but he leans against Remus's soft palm as Remus gently scoops him up, letting himself be tended for in Remus's own weird way. 

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Fucking Machine

Loceit (Logan x Janus) Kinktober 2023 Day Ten: Fucking Machine Warnings: robot porn, wire play, electrocution, overstimulation, premature ejaculation, grinding

"Forgive me if I don't exactly trust you to check my hardware," Logan states, as Janus leads him through the house and up a flight of stairs. "Typically, I run an analysis on myself, and - if I need human assistance - I ask Virgil. You, on the other hand, have never been that... mindful of technology." 

Janus shrugs off Logan's concerns. "I'm more trustworthy when it comes to technology than Patton." 

"That's not hard to accomplish," Logan refutes, as Janus guides them into Logan's own bedroom. It's decorated to look human, but the metal table donned with a singular pillow clashes with the dresser, closet, and framed photos quite a bit. 

Still, it was what Logan had requested. He had no need for a bed; he didn't much like laying on his front, and his charging port was on his lower back. If he needed to sit at all, he'd rather do it on a table akin to the one he was created atop of. It also meant he could sit straighter while charging. 

Janus guides him to the table and encourages him to sit, before sitting criss-cross behind him. Janus finds the cold metal to be rather harsh and uncomfortable, but he keeps quiet about that for now. 

"I don't understand why you're doing this anyway. According to my recent self-scans, I've been running perfectly fine." 

"Isn't it nice to double check, though?" Janus asks, as his fingers slide beneath Logan's polo. 

Logan's skin is synthetic - it's made to feel human, but lacks warmth. Janus can even press his fingers into Logan's sides or arms and they'll sink a bit into the fake flesh, but it's just an outer layer designed to protect his wires and circuitry, the same way the skin is just an outer layer made to protect muscle and bone. 

Logan frowns. "It won't be nice when your unskilled prodding causes a server shutdown," he argues, as Janus slowly pulls his shirt up and over his body. 

He's able to process each touch to his body due to an array of microfibers built into the synthetic skin. He's been told it should feel identical to the way a human would feel when being touched the same way, but Logan had no way to compare the two. So Janus's fingertips brushing against his soft back makes his internal nerves spark, with Logan stiffening and straightening his posture. 

"If you're going to pull out the panel, I'd suggest you get on with it. I'm not here to entertain you." 

Janus chuckles softly. "Aren't you made to be patient?" 

"I can tell you that I'm definitely not made to be tampered with." Logan turns his head to the side, and gives Janus a cold glare. "Especially by someone already acting so unprofessional." 

"Such a snarky tongue. Is that programmed, or just preferred?" 

"Preferred." 

Janus grins. "Hm. I like it." 

"I'd like for you not to damage my hardware." 

"Relax," Janus soothes, as his hands push into Logan's back in two specific spots parallel to each other on his left and right side. The pressure causes Logan's skin in a rectangular shape to sink a bit, before it springs out with a soft hiss. Janus dips his hand underneath the left-hand opening, just barely able to wedge two of his fingers under it, and undoes a latch. This allows him to fully swing the panel open like a door, and reveals Logan's innerworkings beneath. 

There's a metal spine down the center of his back that allows Logan to turn and bend like a typical person, but Janus is able to reach his arms into Logan around it, which immediately has Logan clicking in disapproval. 

"Anything you'd need to look at would be on the screen on the inside of my back panel," Logan states,  though Janus is fully aware of this. "There's no reason for you to be sticking your hands into my body." 

"Physical checkup," Janus reasons, before sitting up on his knees. He places his chin on Logan's shoulder, with his hands sliding up Logan's spine. "You can't exactly see inside your back; how sure are you that everything's still in order? It seems to me that every time Virgil's worked on your system, he's only paid attention to your digital data or reports. When was the last time he made sure there were no exposed wires, twisted circuits, or dented metal?" 

Logan hesitates, before claiming "I think I'd be able to feel if things were damaged." 

Janus's fingers reach back into his innards, and his fingertips lightly caress the thick, black wires braded around thin metal rods, which all formed together into a makeshift ribcage. The action makes Logan bite his lip, an artificial - but incredibly noticeable - flush spreading over his cheeks in an almost cartoonish manner. 

"Careful," Janus murmurs. "We don't want you to overheat, now do we?" 

Logan's fingers tap against his thigh. "No. No, I suppose not." 

"Good. May I check?" 

Logan glances at Janus, knowing full well what Janus means by "check." And yet, he nods. "Only if you're careful." 

"I'll make sure you're still functional afterwards," Janus assures him, before adding "but I can't promise much more than that." 

He kisses Logan's bare shoulder, before leaning back down to poke at Logan's autonomy. Logan's mostly still as Janus's hands explore his insides yet again, but he knows it's only a matter of time before Janus is determining what looks the most fun to play with and decides to pull and push at it. 

And seemingly, the first thing that seems to interest him are the coloured wires, which he runs his fingers over. 

He decides to tease the yellow one first, and pinches the cord lightly, before sliding upwards, and then dragging his fingers downwards, tugging briefly on the wire and making Logan jolt suddenly. 

"Careful!" Logan insists, but his voice glitches as he rubs his hands over his thighs. 

"Trust me," Janus responds, pressing a kiss to the back of Logan's neck. He hears a click, followed by a soft whirring sound as Logan's fans begin, with his outer layer heating up ever so slightly. Janus smiles against Logan's skin.

"Do you secretly like it when I pull on that wire?" Janus asks, as he tugs on that very cord again. This time, Logan hisses, but it's not the reaction Janus wants. So he hums, and runs his fingers over a few others, before stroking the red cord. That has Logan moaning and jolting, his hands gripping the edge of the table they're seated on. 

"Ahh," Janus muses, "I see. You were just waiting for me to find the right wire. This one is fun, but I wonder what the blue one does..." 

Janus again switches wires, and tugs a lot more harshly on the blue one, with something becoming unplugged and Logan's innards sparking. Logan lets out a glitchy cry as Janus rushes to pull his hand out of Logan's back, not wanting to injure himself. 

"Fuck," Janus curses quietly, before setting a hand gently on Logan's upper shoulder. "Are you alright?" 

Logan pants. "You just... unplugged my ethernet port." 

Janus chews his inner cheek. "Do you... do you need that?" 

Logan huffs, turning to glare at Janus over his shoulder, who smiles prettily at Logan's narrow eyes. "You're going to dismantle me someday." 

"I'm going to take that as a 'no.'" Janus grabs the loose cable and ducks a bit to try and figure out the plug the small, cylindrical plug into. He sees the silver ring clear on a small black box up inside Logan's body. Janus reaches up to rub over the port with his finger, making Logan moan softly. "However, I'll be nice. I'll plug it back in for you, so you can... connect to the ethernet." 

"It allows me to tap into the local network in order to access speedy data transmissions," Logan murmurs, his eyes fluttering shut as Janus circles the hole with his plug, teasing the very tip of it at the plugs entrance. Janus pushes it in just enough for it to be noticeable, and then pulls it out again, making Logan shudder and stutter as he attempts to continue. "It doesn't... it doesn't do much for me at home, but it's useful for when we're out." 

"Oh yeah? So should I just..." Janus slips the cord in just enough for it to be noticeable, but not fully, edging Logan out of that satisfying click, "not plug this back in, then? It doesn't do anything anyway, right?" 

Logan whines, taking in a shuddering breath that lets Janus watch as small pistons nestled in his faux ribcage pump the air back out. "Please. Plug it in, please." 

Janus smirks, and does just that, and while normally plugging something in wouldn't feel this intense, something about the way Janus speaks or the way he teases his outlet makes it such, and so when Janus fully plugs the ethernet cord in, Logan jolts and sparks, eyes briefly flashing fully white, and moaning outright. Again, Janus has to rush to pull his hand out, before huffing. 

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to electrocute me." 

Logan pants, arching his back and reaching behind him, as if trying to dig his fingers into his open panel and play with his cords himself. "I'd just be electrocuting us both, in that scenario. I spark because this is unnatural; it's not my fault I wasn't built to be played with."

Humming, Janus's hands circle around Logan's body and run his hands down between Logan's thighs, feeling the straining bulge in his jeans. "What's this for, then?" he asks, while grinding his palm over the area, making Logan squeeze his legs together, unintentionally pushing Janus's hand further against his crotch. 

"Anatomical accuracy," Logan weakly explains, but he knows Janus doesn't care. 

Janus blindly undoes Logan's jeans, struggling briefly with the zipper before he can get it down, and pulls out Logan's cock. 

He was built to be average in terms of size, but sensitive in terms of touch. The purpose of that feature was so that he could touch distinct surfaces and identify what they're made of, but it meant he was also incredibly sensitive to touch from others, especially in areas which weren't normally stimulated. 

Janus strokes his fingers over Logan's cock with little hesitation, before pulling his hands away and peering into Logan's back. 

"Your... fluid compartment... does that connect to your shaft?" 

"Of course it does." 

As Janus's eyes find the small, round-shaped, bag-like compartment, he's delighted to see it's full of a milky white liquid. "Is that for anatomical accuracy as well?"

Logan swallows the nonexistent spit in his mouth. "It is." 

Janus reaches out to touch the compartment, and cringes with fascination and disgust at how it feels. It's like a ball made of nano-tape; just thick enough to hold firm, but malleable when squished. And so, out of morbid curiosity, Janus squishes it.

Perhaps he wasn't thinking about where that fluid would go when squeezed out of its compartment, or maybe he wasn't aware that such an easily overlooked piece of hardware was essentially created to be similar to a human prostate, but either way Janus is incredibly startled when Logan's body jolts as pleasure rushes through him, and he lets out a warped cry as an orgasm is quickly forced out of him before he's ready. 

The sudden excitement has Logan sparking with delight and surprise of his own, and despite having previously been careful to avoid the loose electricity, Janus couldn't possibly have seen this coming. 

A loose wire comes into contact with the back of Janus's hand, and before he can even gasp electricity is coursing through his body, and sending an overload of electricity through Logan's as well as he conducts it through his flesh and back into Logan's hardware. 

The shocking, the pain, and the pleasure last for mere seconds before Janus is pulling away, but it's just long enough for them to both fall of the table in opposite directions. 

Janus falls onto his backside near Logan's wall. Logan falls forward onto his chest across from him. 

Struggling to catch his breath, Janus holds his hand and turns to look at Logan, who's laying limp. Immediately, he freaks out. Sure, he's human, and that much electricity could be dangerous, but Logan was a fucking machine. He's not supposed to be electrocuted; Janus could have seriously damaged him!

As Janus moves to stand up, he realizes he's hard in his pants, and curses at the poor timing as he circles the table and drops to his knees beside Logan. His pants land in a sticky mess of Logan's artificial come, and he cringes, but attempts to ignore his disgust in favor of flipping Logan over, closing his back panel in the process. 

Logan's eyes are shut, but when Janus slides his eyelids up, he sees that his eyes are completely black. 

Filled with a rush of anxiety, Janus reaches his hand around to the back of Logan's neck, and feels a button at the base of his hairline, which he presses and holds down, praying that it starts to glow. 

And thankfully, it does.

There's a small power-up tune that plays as the button on the back of Logan's neck flashes, before Logan's eyes are slowly blinking open. They shift from solid black to bright wide, and then with a few more blinks blue irises are forming, swirling around like a loading screen before solidifying with a black pupil. 

Logan stares blankly for a minute, before his face heats up into an embarrassed flush. 

"Sorry," he mumbles, as Janus helps him sit up. 

"Sorry?" Janus repeats, in disbelief. "I'm the one who should be apologizing! Are you... hurt in any way?" 

"No."

"Are you sure?" 

Janus's hands reach for Logan's face, but Logan grabs his wrists and causes him to stop short. Logan's eyes flicker away from Janus, before settling back on him as he admits "I shut myself down." 

"What?!" Janus frowns and smacks Logan's shoulder. "You're not funny. The others would have never let me hear the end of it if I'd damaged you!" 

Logan clears his throat. "I could feel a server overload coming due to the electricity and so shut myself down in order to reprogram myself and install better hardware. It's still processing, but it should finish in a couple minutes." 

"Better hardware?" 

Logan stretches his arm out, wiggles his fingers, and then circles his arm around, testing his mobility. "Yes. Better hardware. Obviously a surplus amount of electricity can cause physical damage, but I'm fairly resilient. My main concern would be my hard drives or servers becoming overwhelmed and either corrupting or frying them altogether. So... I installed a few failsafes." 

"Such as...?" 

"I lowered my electricity output temporarily," Logan begins, listing items off the top of his head, "both for my benefit, and yours-" 

Janus looks away at the implication he'd be reaching back into Logan's insides. 

"I downloaded some protection agencies that increase my server's abilities to withstand extreme stress, I copied and uploaded some of my most important assets to the cloud, I ran a diagnostic and made sure no permanent damage was done, and reprogrammed myself to shut down in the event of extreme electric damage so that neither of us would be killed if that intense of a shock were to happen again." 

Staring blankly at Logan, Janus clasps his hands together. "So... we're good to resume?" 

Logan sighs, but a smile tugs at the corner of his lips. "Yes; if you so desire." 

And Janus does so desire, and so flips Logan back over without warning, where Logan obediently stays on his hands and knees. He lets Janus push his chest against the ground and flip his back panel open once more, and tries to keep his body from overheating when he feels Janus's bulge push against his clothed ass. 

"Your fans flicked on again," Janus comments, as his hands plunge back into Logan's innards. He feels wind blow over his scales and shivers, but is more than amused at how quickly they were activated. 

"It's a precaution," Logan murmurs, visibly embarrassed. 

Janus leans over Logan, grinding his hard cocks over Logan's backside and groaning into his ear, before Janus searches for a new item inside of Logan to play with. He pokes the small compartment, though now it's lacking fluid. While that means no more mess, Janus suspects that Logan won't mind having a dry orgasm or two. 

Logan lets out a shaky breath as Janus's fingers rub over his ribcage, his spine, and then back down to his wires, some hanging looser than others. Briefly, Janus's fingers rub over an unused outlet - fit for a hard drive, if Logan ever needed to transfer outside information to his servers - and it makes Logan moan outright. 

"I've heard of plugs being used during sex, but you take it to a whole new level," Janus teases, as his other hand tugs firmly on an intertwined group of wires, which makes Logan suddenly cry out, arching his chest against the floor. Janus grinds his thumb more purposefully over the empty socket. "Maybe I'll download some of Remus's porn onto a hard drive and plug it into you without warning. Would you like that? If I overwhelmed your intellectual technology with graphic, defiling content?" 

Despite Logan's typical stoic behavior, he actually pushes his forehead against the floor as he moans out "yes." His voice is glitchy and quiet, and it causes Janus to let out a shuddering breath of his own as he ruts his hips against Logan's ass. 

As Janus's hand continues to slide against the open plug in the lower right hand side of Logan's back, his other caresses the wires up to where they disappear into a black box. And so, he slides it back down to a circuit board, which he is gentle when touching despite Logan beeping in surprise as Janus's fingers tap against it.

"Careful!" Logan again exclaims, though he sounds more excited than anything. "That's fragile!" 

Janus grinds harder against Logan's ass at just how cute he sounds. "I am careful," he assures Logan, while pushing his longer thumb nails into both the plug and the circuit board. 

Little flickers of electricity bounce off the circuit board, shocking Janus once or twice, but it's significantly tamer compared to what he's already experienced. And with Logan's little jolts and whimpers, Janus can assume he's feeling the shocks too.

But what Logan's really amazed by is how foreign and obviously wrong the protrusion of Janus's nail is into his outlet, and the scratching of his circuit board, and yet... he's getting off on this technological malpractice. 

Everything that Janus is doing to him is unique. New. And so Logan desperately tries to record and memorize the strange way it feels. However, the light touches also allows Logan to breathe - both metaphorically, and artificially. In this brief respite, Logan's reminded that he's pathetically hard due to the weight of his cock hanging between his legs. He knows his fluid compartment is empty, but that doesn't negate his ability to have an orgasm, and he knows Janus will going to push him to his limit again and again and again if he so desires. 

Embarrassed, Logan hides his face in the floor, picturing how lewd and unprofessional he's being. He must look like some sort of sexbot! But before he can complain, Janus is dipping his face into Logan's panel, and lightly blowing air over his circuit board, causing Logan to gasp as his head shoots up in surprise. 

He tries to crane his head back to look at Janus, who just grins at him in response and grinds a little harder, reminding Logan that Janus is also getting off on toying with him like he's some sort of do-it-yourself robot kit. 

Logan opens his mouth to complain, but nothing comes out. Still though, Janus playfully explains "I thought I saw a speck of dust," lying right through his teeth. His words however have Logan whining anyway, and Janus draws a particularly loud noise from him when he begins to snake his fingers around a couple wires. 

Even the faintest of touches make him moan and shut his eyes, submissively pushing his face back into the ground as Janus messes with him. 

"What-" Logan starts, but his voice abruptly glitches and cuts out, making him flush and focus for a moment on steadying himself. After clearing his throat, he tries again, and asks "what are you doing?" 

Janus just smiles. "I think I see a few tangled wires..." he says, as both of his hands move to a cluster of them. Feeling Janus's fingers caress the cords makes Logan gasp, only for him to moan when Janus begins to carefully pluck and untwist a set that were indeed wrapped around each other. They're guided out of sockets in order to be looped through the meshed cables, and then re-plugged in such smooth tandem that Logan's never given a break to catch his breath. 

He's touching multiple wires for a prolonged amount of time, gently maneuvered back to where Janus believes they should be, even if it doesn't affect their ability to function at all. 

And Logan repeatedly moans and groans as Janus continues to slide the wires past each other, rubbing them against other cords and in-between his own warm, fleshy fingers. Logan's noises increase in pitch the longer Janus touches, and raise in volume the firmer his caresses get. 

And while Janus takes his time initially in playing with Logan, he can't help but become impatient at the lack of pleasure he's feeling himself, and so grabs Logan's wires more tightly - almost as leverage - while he grinds harder against him, moaning into Logan's back panel and breathing over his sensitive hardware. 

A click is heard followed by Logan's internal fans whirring slightly louder, as though they've increased in intensity and kicked into high-gear, and Janus can't help but laugh softly as he rests his forehead against the side of Logan's back - teetering on the edge of his synthetic flesh and Logan's exposed innards.

"Feeling hot?" Janus teases, before his forked tongue licks across the rim of the panel's opening. That has Logan crying out; the power button on the back of his neck flashing excitedly. Janus raises his eyebrow as he looks at it. 

"Is this draining your battery?" he asks, and watches Logan slump in humiliation, as pleasure rushes through his body as Janus continues to twirl his wires around like they're fidget toys for his amusement. "My, we might just have to leave you plugged in all night to recuperate after this!" Janus's fingers pull out of Logan's panel, sliding over his inner walls before leaving entirely, and instead move to circle around his charging port on his lower back. 

Lightly, Janus rubs his pointer finger over it, and that's all it takes. 

Logan's gasping, crying and glitching - his moans a stuttering cacophony of different sound bites and start-up noises, all mixed in with his artificial breathing and the differing noises spilling from his back. His charging port sparks and the electricity catches Janus again, shocking him more intensely this time, but he moans against Logan and just presses his finger harder against it, rubbing it feverishly against the outlet as Logan's worked through a dry orgasm before he lays limply on the ground, wonderfully overstimulated and burnt out (literally). 

Janus smiles as he moves his hand away from Logan's port, and spends the next minute or so humping against Logan's ass before he comes in his own pants with a soft moan, and then closes Logan's back panel before falling against him. However, the constant light from Logan's flashing power button bothers him, and so he pulls away. 

"You really should plug yourself in," Janus comments, as he helps Logan to his feet. 

Logan struggles to stand for a moment, mumbling "hold on... recalibrating balance settings..." while trying to get his loose cock back into his jeans, before he falls over onto his metal table chest-first.

He lays against it limply, and thanks Janus after the latter struggles to lift Logan's heavy form fully onto the surface. 

Janus circles around Logan to his wall outlet, where he takes Logan's charger into his hand and promptly plugs it in. Logan whines, as though he's still sensitive, but his power light glows happily at being plugged in. Janus leans against the table and sighs. 

"How are you feeling?" 

Logan turns his head to the side, so he can speak without sounding muffled. "Fine. I don't think anything's permanently damaged." 

Janus huffs out a laugh. "That's a relief." 

"Knowing you? I agree." 

Janus smacks Logan's lower thigh playfully, before focusing on his breathing for a moment. Logan's rhythmic, synthetic breathes contrast greatly to Janus's more irregular exhales, but there's both visibly pleased, albeit a tad messy. He'll get himself cleaned up after catching his breath, and he supposes that when he's done with a bath he'll come wipe Logan down. He'll even be extra careful! He's sure Logan will appreciate it. 

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Size Difference

Kingxiety (King Creativity x Virgil) Kinktober 2023 Day Thirteen: Size Difference Warnings: choking, stomach bulges, size differences, overstimulation, cum inflation, dacryphilia

"Ah, Anxiety," King greets him, grinning wide through his beard. "You've come to visit." 

Anxiety feels tense within the large, grandeur room. King chose to sleep in a vast castle in the imagination instead of in the mindscape with the rest of them, though Anxiety figures that if he had to choose between the dark side, the light side, and a side-less void that could be filled with whatever he decided, he'd choose the imagination as well. But standing in the carefully crafted castle, Anxiety feels rather small. Especially when standing face to face with King, who was double his size. 

Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, Anxiety shakes his head. "I'm just here to pass a message along," he explains, avoiding eye contact. "Deceit wants you to stop pushing Thomas to stay up super late. Says it's 'bad for his sleep cycle,' and stuff. Says he doesn't like how I act when Thomas is sleep deprived, either." 

King stares at him, and then frowns slightly. "What does Deceit know about Thomas anyway?" he asks, though it's obvious the question is rhetorical. Shaking his head slightly, King directs his attention back to Anxiety. "And what does Deceit know about you? I quite like how feisty you are, tired or not. You're like a blazing spitfire." 

Anxiety chews his inner cheek, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He ignores King, and instead says "I'm forced to listen to the light sides complain too. You're bothering everybody." 

"Oh?" King's lips quirk into a smug smile. "You'd know plenty about that, wouldn't you?" 

Anxiety frowns, lips curling into a sneer. He again brushes off King's jab, and curtly says "why are you being so nonchalant? Aren't you supposed to be on their side?" 

Huffing out out a laugh that's powerful enough to echo throughout the shimmering room, King answers "my dear, I'm on my own side. The lights don't understand nor value my prowess, and the only thing Deceit is good at is criticism. In fact, I'm surprised that you even perpetuate this silly idea of 'sides.'" 

Looking uncomfortable, Anxiety responds "we're all on a side. We can't change that. You can't just not be a light side because you're saying you're not. Same way I can't be a light side just by saying I am." 

"And why not?" 

Anxiety is no longer standing still, as this conversation makes him nervous. King almost questions why Deceit would send him here in the first place, before realizing that the former was probably too lazy to do it himself. He had a habit of attempting to solve problems from the shadows, after all, and refusing to address them until he absolutely had to. 

After a few moments, Anxiety lets out an agitated huff and turns to walk away and leave this place, already sulking at the idea of recounting his failure to Deceit, but before he can get out the door, King stops him with a genuine "wait." 

Anxiety lingers in the doorway despite his better judgement, not turning to look at King but awaiting his words. Silence hangs in the air for a moment, before Anxiety hears King chuckle softly. 

"How about a proposition?" King begins, which has Anxiety frowning and turning to scowl at King. 

"I'm not one for making deals," Anxiety bitterly responds, "or doing favors. Whatever sick and twisted torture you'd like to do can surely be done on any of your fabricated peasants." 

King waves his hand dismissively. "I wasn't alluding to torture, silly," he assures him, though the words feel rather condescending. "I can imagine why you'd worry about that, however. I'm not ignorant to the more... experimental things I do to my creations. But, no, the things I want to do to you are much more fun, and - after you hear me out - you have full autonomy to refuse. I'll even let you slap me across my perfect face should my offer offend you, if you so desire." 

Anxiety raises his chin. He does desire knocking the smug look off of King's groomed countenance.

"If you do my the honor of accompanying me to my chambers, I shall consider loosening my hold on Thomas's sleep schedule, and will instead relegate my wonderful ideas to strictly daylight hours."

"Accompany you... as in..." 

King's lips stretch into a delighted grin. "Sleep with me. Have sex with me. Love-make with me. Whatever you'd like to call it." 

"What do you get out of this?" Anxiety asks, stunned. 

King shrugs. "I could ask you the same question." 

Anxiety splutters in a mixture of frustration and fluster, clearly conflicted between the options of sleeping with King or getting chewed out by Deceit. Neither were favorable, but honestly the lesser of two evils was sitting right before him, and had spread his legs and leaned forward, smirking as he waits for Anxiety to consider his words. 

Hesitant, Anxiety shuffles forward, and says "fine, whatever. Let's go to your bedroom and get this over with," attempting to hide the fact his eyes flicker over King's large stomach and tall stature once he stands. 

King descends from the throne of which he was previously seated upon, and rather shamelessly lifts Anxiety up off the ground in a practiced scoop, cradling Anxiety easily in one arm, only made easier by their rather comparable size discrepancy. Anxiety immediately starts squirming, spewing out "put me down, freak!" but his protests are ignored in favor of King throwing open a large set of double doors, and tossing Anxiety onto an even larger bed. 

As he thrashes, Anxiety only manages to further tangle himself in the sheets, and it takes a solid few minutes for his head to finally emerge from a plethora of silk blankets and cotton sheets. 

"Asshole!" Anxiety hisses, snarling in King's direction as his bangs fall messily over his face. Even as they obscure his eyes, King can tell he's glaring. "Are you trying to kill me?!" 

"You can't die," King reminds him, before shrugging off his dramatic, floor-length cape, letting it gently fall to the floor. His hands shamelessly then begin undoing his shirt, which has Anxiety staring, enraptured. His cheeks are bright red while King's face displays nothing but smugness, even more confident once his shirt is peeled away and Anxiety is looking up and down his bare chest and stomach. 

King was big in all regards. If he flexed - which he does solely to gauge Anxiety's reaction - he developed rather prominent muscles. Sturdy abs, big arms, defined pectorals, all beautifully decorated with hair. And when he relaxed - which he does immediately after - all that muscle softens into pudgy fat, giving him a rather big silhouette that was simultaneously domineering and huggable. 

"Don't you know it's rude to stare?" King teases, as he undoes his pants just enough to pull them off easier later. Anxiety seems both embarrassed and annoyed that King keeps them on. 

"I'm just trying to mentally prepare for seeing you on top of me," Anxiety bitterly refutes. "I'm sure it won't be pretty." 

King huffs out a laugh. "My dear," he starts, leaning over the edge of his bed and beginning to crawl onto it, "everything I do is pretty." 

Anxiety shrinks back against the sheets, as though encouraged to by King's massive build, until he's laying flat on his back and King is leaning over him. King's fingers tauntingly trace over the blankets beside his head and around his body, but don't touch him outright, instead blowing on Anxiety to move his hair out of his face. Anxiety grimaces at the action, and then narrows his eyes at King afterwards. 

"Prick," he mutters. 

King ignores him. "Well? Aren't you going to get undressed?" 

"I've been too tangled in your stupidly large bed to move, let alone get undressed! Are you trying to get me to give up and go back to the dark side? Because right now, you're pissing me off way more than Deceit would." 

King makes a face. "Don't compare us. I'm far better than him, the same way I'm far better than you." 

"Far better at being annoying." 

Frowning, King pushes his hand into the bed beside Anxiety's head, sliding his knees upwards and forcing Anxiety's legs to spread around his waist. Anxiety flushes at their shifting position. 

"Watch your words," King scolds him, voice low, "remember that you're in my domain, and I won't tolerate disrespect. You're free to leave if you'd like; I already told you that you may. But I won't sit here and take your bratty behavior the same way that lazy, two-faced, no-good, encroaching-" 

"King," Anxiety says, snapping King out of his mini rant. King almost looks surprised for a moment, before grinning, and bending down further to reach Anxiety's face. 

With their lips almost touching, and his stomach pressing down rather pleasurably against Anxiety's front, King says "that's my king, to you," and then uses his hand to tilt Anxiety's head upwards. He catches Anxiety's lips in a deep kiss, moving his lips rather expertly against Anxiety's own inexperienced ones, listening to the little noises of humiliation the latter makes as he's blessed with this intimate experience. 

When King pulls away, he begins sliding his hands up Anxiety's dark grey shirt. Anxiety shivers at his touch, but doesn't stop King, and instead turns his head to the side in an attempt to keep himself composed. 

"Do you have any qualms about me stripping you down?" King asks, as he slowly begins to drag up the fabric concealing Anxiety's front. "Or are you secretly looking forward to this endeavor?" 

"I don't look forward to anything," Anxiety rebuttals, "let alone anything involving you or the other lights."  

"Hurtful," King huffs, "but not an answer to my question." 

Rolling his eyes, Anxiety spits "do whatever you want, so long as you do it fast. I don't want to be here longer than I have to be." 

It's King's turn to look annoyed, though playfully so, and pulls Anxiety's hoodie and shirt off and revealing the thin, pale stomach underneath. King raises an eyebrow and pokes him, which has Anxiety slapping his hand away at the action. 

"You could stand to gain a few pounds," King comments, which has Anxiety groaning. 

"Are you seriously criticizing my looks right now?" he crosses his arms over his stomach, subtly attempting to hide it. "As if you weren't the one proposing we sleep together. If you want somebody 'perfect' then you can just summon a sex doll!" 

King moves Anxiety's arms out of way. "It's not a critique; it's a... suggestion. Doesn't Deceit feed you?" 

"I feed myself." 

"Not very much from the looks of it." King hums as he pins Anxiety's wrists above his head, dragging his large fingers over the scarily prominent ribcage and hip bones. As King's fingers circle Anxiety's pelvis, he suddenly smirks, and adds "but this means my cock will be nice and snug inside of you. Do you think I'll be able to see the outline of my shaft through your stomach?" 

Anxiety stares at him and splutters. "What? I don't- you freak! You're weird!" 

King grins, and then undoes his pants just enough to let his cock out, which has Anxiety shutting up almost immediately. Leaning over Anxiety, King's cock presses between his own heavy, hairy stomach, and Anxiety's smaller one, which lets Anxiety truly see just how large King's cock is. Sure, he could have assumed that it'd be big - King is twice his size, after all - but it nearly goes all the way up to Anxiety's ribcage, and it's girthier than Anxiety's own fist. 

"Holy... shit..." Anxiety breathes, voice shaky. "King... I don't... that won't-" 

"It will," King assures him. "You'll stretch. Don't worry; I'll even pamper you a bit so it doesn't hurt. Trust me; I'm an expert on all things intimacy." 

Anxiety grits his teeth. "Whatever. Just... just..." 

King shushes him, and pets over Anxiety's face, before working off Anxiety's skinny jeans. Anxiety doesn't bother making it easier for him, and leaves King to do all the work, but it's only a matter of time before all his clothes land on the floor, making him feel naked and vulnerable. It has him flushing dark and avoiding King's eyes, but even so he can feel King staring intensely at him. 

King waves his hand and summons up a rather large bottle of lube soon after, and then dumps half of it onto one of his large hands, smearing it between his fingers and making sure they're all properly coated in the substance. 

"Relax," King urges Anxiety, rubbing his clean thumb over Anxiety's wrists, which he releases after a moment, letting Anxiety grip the sheets instead. "You're going to feel so, so good." 

Anxiety feels one of King's massive, thick fingers slide down past his balls and between his crack, smearing an excess amount of lube over his cheeks before just one of his fingers is pushing inside. Immediately, his toes curl, and his back is arching off the bed as he bites back a moan of unfamiliarity. It feels foreign, but not bad. Just... overwhelming. 

"There we go..." King praises him, his soft tone quite the contrast to his earlier ego. "Look at you, taking my finger so well! At this rate, you'll be able to handle my cock in no time!" 

Anxiety peeks one of his eyes open to stare at King's throbbing shaft, still rubbing against his smaller frame. Meekly, he retorts "I doubt that," but his voice is barely above a whisper. And honestly, he doesn't bother repeating himself, not wanting to give King any reason to stop. He's almost ashamed of how his own cock hardens at King's rubbing over it, and how it twitches as he thinks about being impaled on King's length. 

King's free hand stays planted on the bed beside Anxiety's head, but very subtly begins to crawl over Anxiety's collarbones. And as King very slowly begins to insert a second finger - stretching Anxiety further than he's ever been stretched - King's hand wraps around his throat, squeezing the sides of Anxiety's neck and limiting his blood flow, causing a sudden rush of surprise, pleasure, and dizziness to be sent through him. His hips attempt to jerk, but hardly go anywhere with King's thick fingers buried inside of him. 

"Good boy," King coos, eating up Anxiety's pathetic display with his intense eyes. "You're doing great. Relax..." 

Pumping his fingers in and out of Anxiety, King is fully aware of just how pleasured Anxiety must feel. Sure, he's clearly not used to this, but King watches with a smug smile as Anxiety's mouth opens in a silent moan and his body jerks as King's digits dig particularly deep into him. 

Easing his grip on Anxiety's throat, he listens giddily as Anxiety sucks in a mouthful of air, before exclaiming a rather powerful "fuck!" that says everything King needs to know about how Anxiety is feeling. 

As he adds a third finger, he tightens his grip again, once again leaving Anxiety literally breathless. 

Anxiety's small hands press against King's much larger one, but not to try and push him away. Mostly just to keep himself grounded as spit dribbles from the corners of his agape mouth. 

He can't breathe, and he can hardly think, and King's fingers just stretch him open without a care. He's going slow enough that Anxiety can't even worry about potential tearing, and it doesn't hurt regardless because of how thorough King is being. And he doesn't boast about how careful he is, but Anxiety can tell. He can see in King's eyes how badly he wants to get on to the main event, and yet he takes his time anyway. That mere fact has Anxiety letting out a strained whimper as his small cock rubs against King's. 

The pads of his fingers nudge against Anxiety's prostate, making Anxiety jolt as much as he possibly can beneath King's heavy weight, and what finally has King grinning and slipping his fingers out. 

"There we go," he purrs, as he releases Anxiety's throat, letting him take in a much needed breath. His hand moves to instead grab the back of Anxiety's thigh and lift it up, pulling his hips up from the mattress. 

Anxiety watches as King takes the remaining bottle of lube and pushes it against his hole, before squeezing the bottle, suddenly and intensely flooding Anxiety's insides with the substance. Anxiety lets out a cry, and reaches behind him to grab a pillow, throwing it at King's face out of sheer instinct. 

King laughs as it hits him. "What?" he argues, his mustache stretched over his playful smile. "This was the most efficient way to make sure things would go comfortably!" 

He pulls the bottle from Anxiety's hole, shakes it (which leaves Anxiety to watch as the bottle's contents are magically refilled) and then turns it upside down, using up the entire bottle once more on lubing up his cock. Anxiety almost believes it to be excess, but watching as King spreads it over his length has Anxiety now doubting if it's even enough. 

"King," Anxiety starts, nervousness clear in his voice. But King just shushes him, and squeezes his thigh, rubbing his massive cock against Anxiety's awaiting hole. 

"King," Anxiety says again, whimpering the word out. "King, is this- is this-" 

"It won't hurt," King assures him. "I'd never hurt you, I promise. And if it does, you tell me, and I'll stop. And if it doesn't, but you're not having fun, I'll stop then as well. Would you like me to stop now?" 

Anxiety's eyes shine with brief hesitation, before he's flushing dark and biting his lip as he shakes his head no.

King kisses his ankle as he guides it to wrap around his waist. "Good boy," he soothes, before he very slowly begins to work his cock into the man beneath him. 

Anxiety moans loud and pathetically as he feels the tip of King's shaft stretch him open. It's way more inside of him than King's fingers even were, but like King promised, it doesn't hurt. However, Anxiety does wonder if his body will be able to hold the massive length, as he already feels incredibly full while being fully aware King's barely halfway inside of him. 

"It's not gonna-" Anxiety stammers, as he watches his thin stomach bulge with King's girth. He sets his shaky hands against his stomach, pressing down on King's cock from the outside, which makes them both groan. 

"It will," King responds, not even needing Anxiety to finish. He lowers Anxiety's hips a bit so he can properly get a look at the bump, and lets out a satisfied laugh when he sees it. He presses his own hand down on it, enveloping Anxiety's fingers in his grasp, which has Anxiety gasping and squirming, squeaking out pathetic obscenities as he's filled further and further. And King just keeps pressing his cock deeper and deeper into him. 

Anxiety watches the bulge creep up his stomach - past what Logic would say is plausible. He knows they're not real, but even this is a ridiculous stretch! Literally!

Until finally King's entire length is buried deep in him, leaving his hips off the bed and his stomach stretched. 

Anxiety's eyes are brimming with pretty tears, his face a deep red. His hair is slick to his head with sweat, and one of his hands is tangled in the sheets, while the other stays trapped beneath King's own. 

Whimpering, Anxiety opens his mouth to plead, but no sound comes out. Anything he wants to say dies before it can even come up his throat. Every little bit of him is overwhelmed by the way King feels inside of him, and he can barely comprehend it. Especially when King starts moving; Anxiety barely has time to prepare. 

"King," Anxiety moans out, as he feels King's cock shift within him. Every movement King makes feels amplified tenfold to Anxiety, who's body is on the receiving end of each bit of stimulation. Still though, King slowly slides his cock halfway out, which makes Anxiety feel already so much emptier. He can barely brace himself for when King thrusts back in. 

He lets out a cry as King shoves his shaft back fully inside of him, with King exhaling sharply at the feeling. 

"Deep breath, Anxiety," King guides him, as if sweat isn't rolling down his thick chest, drawing Anxiety's blurry pupils to his attractive midsection. "In, and out." King pulls out a bit again, and then thrusts hard, making Anxiety's body jolt once more. King releases his stomach, but keeps hold of Anxiety's hand, pinning it above Anxiety's head and entwining their fingers. King's massive hand envelops Anxiety's digits, but Anxiety finds himself embarrassingly comforted by the wordless act of affection. "You're doing so well. You're taking my cock so well. It's rather impressive, honestly." 

Though Anxiety feels overwhelmed, he can't help but grin at King's words, and pant out "asshole," which has King smiling knowingly. 

Assured that Anxiety is at least comfortable enough to joke around, King slips more of his cock out, before thrusting in. He positions a hand on Anxiety's hip to help rock him on his cock, which makes both of them moan. 

As Anxiety clenches around him, squeezing his cock from all sides with his small body, King can't help but feel pleasured. 

"No person I can summon could possibly feel as good as you do," King grunts, as he watches Anxiety's stomach bulge with each thrust of his cock. "You stretch realistically, you react pathetically; you're the perfect combination of slut and sass to keep me interested." 

"You're lucky you're bigger than I am," Anxiety pants out, though he's quickly interrupted by an intense moan that he fails to swallow down, "otherwise your cheek would have a bright red handprint on it right about now." 

King squeezes Anxiety's hand, unable to hide his amusement at the comment as he continues fucking into him. He never speeds up past a steady pace - clearly not wanting to overwhelm him - but makes sure he thrusts hard. His thick shaft rubs against Anxiety's prostate, abusing it constantly without even trying. Anxiety's beautifully teary eyed, biting back softer noises but unable to keep the louder ones from escaping his lips, as his body trembles and he cries out. King can even imagine his back arching off the bed if he didn't have a massive cock inside of him weighing him down. 

"King," Anxiety whines, barely able to articulate his thoughts. "King-" 

"Close already?" King coos, interrupting Anxiety's train of thought. Anxiety gives him an embarrassed glare, but doesn't refute King's words, instead just biting his lips and weakly nodding. King groans as he leans over Anxiety further, pressing their bodies together and making Anxiety feel wonderfully trapped beneath King's hairy stomach. "That's okay. I'm flattered, if anything. Go ahead and come. I'm not done with you yet." 

Anxiety tries to meekly protest, though nothing is properly said, and though Anxiety does bitterly try and hold back his orgasm, his cock is being actively stimulated by King's own torso, and his prostate being thrust against truthfully doesn't help in his spiteful endeavor. So despite his embarrassment, Anxiety comes quickly thereafter, with a loud cry spilling from his throat as his head presses back into the fluffy pillows beneath him. 

King moans at his display. "God, Anxiety, who knew you'd make such a good toy?" he murmurs, and watches as Anxiety's overstimulated display can do nothing to argue against his words. Instead, Anxiety's eyes fill with shining tears, as his hand clenches hard to King's upper arm, nails digging into the flesh. He needs something to hold onto, and King is more than happy to be scratched by his jagged, bitten nails. 

"I shouldn't give you too much credit, though," King is quick to add, as he clarifies "most people are obedient for their king. Who's your king, Anxiety? Am I your king?" 

"N-n-" 

King thrusts into him rough, promptly shutting up his refutation. "Try again." 

"Mm," Anxiety presses his lips into a thin line, turning his head stubbornly to the side. Against King's stomach, his cock twitches, and is rubbed and fucked quickly back to full hardness, still slick with his mess from mere moments ago. 

"Say it." 

King's breathing speeds as he watches the tears roll rapidly down Anxiety's cheeks. Though Anxiety is attempting to refuse his words, King just can't back down. 

"Say it, or I swear I'll leave right now, and won't budge an inch when your desperate, pathetic, needy self comes crawling back to me for the satisfaction you know only I can bring you. Who's your king?"��

Anxiety's pupils dart in his direction, his eyes shining with the same lust and neediness that King's sure his own reflect. Both of them want this. Both of them are holding to the other, clinging to them. 

"You're-" Anxiety whimpers, letting out an overwhelmed sob as King fucks into his prostate, filling him with his cock, "you're my- my-" he sucks in a shaky breath, and squeezes his eyes shut to avoid meeting King's. "My king." 

King moans at his words, and presses the entirety of his body into Anxiety's. "Fuck yes," he breathes, his words barely loud enough for Anxiety to process as their bodies are as close as they can be. He holds Anxiety tightly, gripping him and thrusting into him as if Anxiety was a prized possession, and Anxiety gasps when he feels King's lips on his neck. 

Without warning, and while gingerly kissing the flesh of Anxiety's throat where his hands were squeezing earlier, he comes, filling Anxiety's small body with loads of semen. 

Anxiety truly feels he might burst. It's shot into him in massive waves, at first just flooding his insides, and then truly beginning to fill it. He's shocked there's even room considering how much space King's own cock takes up, but at the same time can feel streams squirting out his hole, dirtying the mattress. King makes an awfully pathetic noise into Anxiety's ear as he fills him. Anxiety comes too, both from the few, weaker thrusts King does as he rides out his orgasm, and from the feeling of being further stretched open. And then King pulls up, letting them both see the way Anxiety's stomach has bloated with his come, having been inflated without a care in the world. 

Anxiety opens his mouth to say something, but no words come out, and instead he raises his trembling head towards King. King pets through his hair, smoothing his sweaty bangs out of his face. 

"Good job," he praises, voice soft, in such a genuine manner that Anxiety has to look away in an attempt to hide his blush. "You did such a good job. So good." 

King slowly slides his cock out of him, making Anxiety cringe at the feeling of King's semen gushing out of him as well, but King doesn't even comment on it. Instead, he lifts Anxiety's messy body up off the sheets with incredible ease, and tucks him against his chest, a lot sweeter than Anxiety would have expected him to behave. 

"I'll run us a bath," King whispers, as he brings them both out of bed. "My tub is more than big enough for both of us. And you can spend the night with me, if you so desire. You'd be a great reason not to get out of bed and keep Thomas awake." 

Anxiety flushes, and turns his head away. He gives no response, but doesn't decline all the same, so King decides that if he wants to leave, he may. But for now, he carries him to his massive, conjoined bathroom, and does indeed start the water, which pours from the faucet with bubble soaps and Epsom salts already pre-mixed in (as per the magic-adjacent rules of the imagination). He holds Anxiety intimately as he sits on the tub's ledge, waiting for the bath to fill. 

And, well, Anxiety silently decides that maybe spending the night won't be so bad...

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Breeding

Moxiety (Patton x Virgil) Kinktober 2023 Day Eight: Breeding Warnings: sex, breeding, overstimulation, hickeys

Patton's big hands hold firm to Virgil's thighs, keeping them spread wide open. As his callouses rub over Virgil's skin, the latter can't help but shiver.

"Feel good?" Patton teases, which makes Virgil frown, tucking his face into his shoulder to hide his blush, as he mutters a bitter, incoherent response. The sight of Virgil shyly hiding his countenance makes Patton huff out a soft laugh.

"Here I am, generous enough to breed you full, and I don't even get to see your pretty smile?" Patton then says, voice playful, though his words only serve to embarrass Virgil further. "Let me see you, please. I won't continue until you do."

Not that they'd started much. Virgil had foolishly hoped for a quick fuck, neglecting the fact that Patton loved to take his sweet time peppering kisses and touching Virgil's body until Virgil 's begging for him to get to the actual sex. This time was no different, though Patton's drawn-out affection felt more humiliating in this moment, seeing as Virgil had approached Patton asking for something he hadn't before.

In a moment of vulnerability, he'd confessed his own breeding kink, and asked with a red face and darting eyes if Patton would consider indulging him.

And of course, Patton had said yes! And had been playing the part rather well.

Virgil just wishes they could move a little faster!

Slowly, Virgil moves his face from his shoulder, making bitter glaring eye contact with Patton, who smiles affectionately when he sees him.

"There we go," Patton praises, cupping Virgil's face with one of his hands. "My good boy."

Virgil shifts at the praise, glancing away as he licks his lips, before going "can you hurry up, please?"

Patton laughs softly, before leaning over Virgil in order to kiss at the latter’s neck, as his hand rubs over Virgil’s stomach, before wrapping around Virgil’s leaking cock. The feeling of his shaft suddenly being grabbed and stroked slowly has Virgil moaning immediately, arms stretched above his head.

“Is this fast enough for you?” Patton coos, very slowly working his big hand over Virgil’s comparably smaller cock, until Virgil is leaking into his palm.

But despite how good this felt, they both know what Virgil really wanted. And so Patton pulls his hands away after just a few seconds of pleasure, leaving Virgil whining and squirming beneath him.

He’s quickly silenced by Patton’s hands on his hips however, pulling them up off the mattress, before a bottle of lube is being pressed up against his hole and suddenly squeezed, making Virgil gasp and cry out a curse as excess is poured into him.

His blunt nails dig into the pillows above him, only easing once the bottle is tossed away and Patton’s thumbs once again push into his plump thighs, rubbing at the fat.

“There,” Patton muses, sounding a mixture of soft, and proud of himself. “Now it’s like you’ve produced slick all on your own.”

Virgil lets out a trembling moan at Patton’s words, flushing dark red as one of Patton’s fingers circle his hole, pushing two of his fingers in only briefly before pulling them out again, watching as Virgil’s hole clenches around nothing. Laughing under his breath, Patton backs up just enough to unzip his khakis, and pull his cock out.

Virgil watches with wide eyes as Patton reaches for the bottle of lube, pouring the rest over his shaft until the bottle is crushed, and then guiding Virgil’s legs to wrap around his waist.

Pale hands dig into Patton’s shoulders as Virgil reaches for him, gripping hard to his polo as he feels the tip of Patton’s cock push against his hole.

“Ready, love?” Patton murmurs, sweet as ever.

Virgil can only moan in response, eyes pressing shut as Patton slowly pushes into him, thick cock filling Virgil near instantly. The pads of Virgil’s fingers press into Patton’s shoulders as he pulls him closer, perhaps hoping that clinging tighter to Patton will get the rest of his cock inside faster.

“There we go,” Patton whispers, as his cock slides halfway in. “You’re doing so good. You were made for me, Virgil, and this is proof.” Patton’s soft lips hover against the corner of Virgil’s mouth, trail down his cheek, and pause just above Virgil’s earlobe. His hot breath fans against Virgil’s skin, so intimate it makes Virgil shiver.

“I’m going to breed you so full,” Patton says, and Virgil’s head falls back with pleasure as Patton’s hips press flush against his ass. “Going to pump you full of come. Do you want that, Virgil?”

“Y- yes,” Virgil stammers, embarrassed.

“What do you want?”

Patton pulls away to fully admire Virgil’s twisted face, brows furrowed and nose scrunched with a mixture of humiliation and bitterness at the question, but a bit of gentle prompting from Patton has Virgil turning his face to the side, and muttering something unintelligible.

Patton smiles at the muffled sounds. “I can’t hear you.”

With a bit more bile, Virgil turns back to Patton, gritting “I want you to… breed me full.”

“There we go! Good boy!”

Patton pulls him into a kiss before Virgil can even think about uttering a disgruntled comment, trapping his tongue in a brief war with Patton’s own, before Patton shamelessly pushes his tongue past Virgil’s lips, tasting him fully as his hips slowly begin to move.

Their stomachs are pressed flat together, the hair on Patton’s stomach tickling Virgil’s relatively barer skin, though that sensation is quickly forgotten as Patton’s cock thrusts forward and right back inside of Virgil, causing Virgil to break away from the kiss with a gasp, spit dribbling down his chin. He wraps his arms tighter around Patton’s neck, and in return Patton holds tight to Virgil’s hips, as though they’re joined in a perverted embrace.

He thrusts slowly into Virgil, though Virgil isn’t sure whether Patton’s doing it on purpose to tease him, or if he’s genuinely attempting to ease them both into this. Regardless, Virgil feels tortured by his pace, and if it weren’t for Patton’s lips brushing over his neck, he’d be begging for more.

Teeth nip at Virgil’s pale jugular, light and questioning, but Virgil just cocks his head to the side in response, sucking in a sharp breath as Patton accepts the invitation with a firm bite, sucking hard on the skin until they’re both confident a dark hickey will form.

“Going to breed you,” Patton breathes, before kissing Virgil’s skin briefly, interrupting his affection to continue mumbling “going to stuff you full. You’re all mine, Virgil, all mine.”

“God!” Virgil groans, head thrown back. They’d hardly started, and he felt like he was losing his mind.

Patton sucks another mark into Virgil’s flesh, closer to his jaw. Virgil feels his body heat up at the idea of the others seeing, and asking questions about it, but still he moans. He pulls Patton even closer.

“Please,” he pleads, though he’s not even sure what he’s asking for.

Patton’s big hands massage Virgil’s hips and upper thighs, squeezing his fat love-handles before gliding up his sides, and running back down to his hips, of which he holds so tight Virgil feels as though he might have bruises in the shape of Patton’s hands afterwards.

His thrusts speed up inside of Virgil, causing Virgil to jolt with each thrust into him. A steady moan spills from his lips as Patton kisses down his neck and over his collarbone.

Until finally the tip of Patton’s cock slams into his prostate, making Virgil suddenly cry out in pleasure, digging his nails into Patton’s shirt.

“There!” Virgil begs, a pretty, red blush enveloping his features. “Right there, please! Oh, please, please, please!” 

"Please what, Virgil?" Patton urges him. "Use your words." 

The sheer grit in which Patton commands him makes Virgil feel like a doll, helpless to do anything but obey, but happy to do such anyway, despite the pit of humiliation sitting in his stomach, further fueling his arousal. It has Virgil sucking in desperate mouthfuls of air as Patton's thrusts speed up, only serving to make talking a bigger challenge. A glance towards Patton's face reveals his amused, gleaming eyes, as he purposefully works to make Virgil struggle. Virgil groans as he meets Patton's intense gaze, feeling flush. 

"Please-" Virgil stammers, unable to catch his breath, "please- breed me. Please- I need it, I-" 

"Shh," Patton soothes, mockingly, before sucking another deep hickey. "You'll get it. I won't deprive you." 

He lets out a soft moan against Virgil's skin, making Virgil shudder with glee. 

Heat overwhelms Virgil's body as Patton thrusts into his prostate, fucking into it over and over until he's trembling on the brink of an orgasm. Patton's thick cock stretches him open just right, adding to his ultimate pleasure. 

Furthermore, Patton slides one of his big hands between their stomachs to grab and stroke Virgil's cock, working it steadily and lovingly between his fingers, sliding his palm up, then back to the hilt, and then back up again. He sets a rhythm with his rubbing until cute cries are spilling from Virgil's gritted teeth, as the latter attempts to bite back his louder moans of overwhelming delight. 

"Close," Virgil eventually gasps, holding to Patton as tightly as he can. He may be able to hold back for a few minutes, but not forever. Not with how well Patton is handling him. He hears Patton laugh softly from where his face is buried in the skin of Virgil's neck, mouthing over unmarked skin as though it's unclaimed territory. 

"My good boy," he whispers, so quiet Virgil can barely hear. "Be good and come for me." 

Patton's fingers squeeze around Virgil's shaft, urging him to do as he's told and come, which Virgil does in just a few more strokes, making a mess between the two of them with a loud cry. His head is thrown back onto the pillows, giving Patton a clear view of Virgil's neck, littered with hickeys.

Patton slows down inside of Virgil only briefly, giving him a few seconds to catch his breath, before his thrusts start back up again. 

Blearily, Virgil whimpers "what- what?"

"Oh, baby," Patton coos, the pet name making Virgil flush a dark red. "You didn't think we were done, did you? I haven't bred you, yet! How am I going to stuff you full if I haven't even came?" 

Virgil moans at his words, cursing in between his pants. Before he can respond though, Patton is thrusting harder into him, slamming into his prostate so suddenly Virgil can't help but cry out in overstimulation, cock twitching between his legs. 

Patton leans down so they're pressed firmly against each other, trapping Virgil's cock between their pudgy stomachs as Patton kisses Virgil again, gently scratching at Virgil's scalp as his cock slides repeatedly in and out of Virgil, earning overwhelmed cries and moans as Virgil's prostate is abused. 

Thighs shaking, Virgil squeezes them around Patton's waist, pulling him closer despite his body's shaking sensitivity. 

"Come in me!" Virgil pleads, slinging his forearm over his face to hide his no-doubt pathetic expression. "Breed me! Please!" 

His cock is rubbed against Patton's stomach, smeared in his own come as Patton's cock fucks harder into him, making him gasp as he digs his nails hard into Patton's back and shoulders. If they weren't protected by the thin fabric he was wearing, his skin would no doubt be pierced. 

Patton suddenly groans, pulling Virgil's head back in order to bury his face in Virgil's neck. 

"Going to fill you up," Patton huffs, voice sweet but decently excited, making Virgil feel equally as anticipatory. "Going to stuff you full. I wish we had a plug nearby; I'd keep you plugged up all night. Would you like that? Being plugged full of my come?" 

Virgil whines at the question, pushing his hands over his face. 

Immediately, Patton tsks. "Bad boy. Don't you want to be bred? Don't you? If you don't answer me-" Patton's thrusts slow, and he begins to pull his cock out, "-I'll just have to come over you instead. Make an even bigger mess on your stomach, instead of pumping my come inside of it." 

"No!" Virgil pleads, before hesitantly pulling his hands away. "Please- please, Patton!" 

"So nice," Patton coos, ignoring him. "Such a nice, polite boy. Are you sweet, Virgil? A sweetheart who wants to be bred full?" 

Humiliation creeps through Virgil's veins, and seem to go straight to his leaking cock. 

"My sweet boy. My good boy." 

Virgil lets out a soft sob of pleasure as Patton continues to thrust into him, though he's growing noticeably sloppy. He moans, before pressing his lips against Virgil's earlobe, kissing it gingerly, before whispering "I'm close, Virgil. I'm going to fill you up." 

Virgil wraps his arms tightly around Patton, only responding with an embarrassingly desperate "please!"

And Virgil needn't plead any further. 

Patton comes with a pleased groan into Virgil's ear, come spurting into Virgil's hole, properly filling him like he promised he would. Patton fucks Virgil gently through his orgasm, and is pleased when Virgil comes too (he's always found it cute when their orgasms lined up!) but is careful not to let any of his come be pushed out. He's equally as careful as he leans back and slowly pulls out, even lifting Virgil's hips up to prevent spillage. 

With one of his arms wrapped around Virgil's midsection, his other hand lightly gropes at Virgil's pudgy stomach, smiling wide. 

"There we go," Patton breaths, face flushed as he attempts to catch his breath. "Bred properly! How do you feel?" 

"Good," Virgil responds, huffing slightly. There's a bit of silence between them, before Virgil eventually mumbles "thanks, I guess." 

His gratitude makes Patton smile cheekily, as he leans down immediately to smother Virgil in kisses. And despite Virgil squirming slightly, he eventually resigns himself to being on the receiving end of a kiss-attack, letting himself pull Patton close as he relishes in the feeling of being delightfully stuffed full. 

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Stripping

Roceit (Roman x Janus) Kinktober 2023 Day Nine: Stripping Warnings: body worship, foot fetishes, sweat, blowjobs, nipple play

"Such a pretty body," Janus comments, sitting back on Roman's bed. His legs are crossed, one over the other, as he watches Roman clean up his room.

Roman flushes at the comment as he picks up a magazine, but doesn't respond.

"Why don't you show it off more?" Janus continues, as his eyes admire the way Roman's big muscles are so clearly seen through Roman's tight, short-sleeved shirt. The shirt was tucked into clean, white sweatpants, which hid Roman's equally as muscular legs, cutting off right above his ankles and socks.

"I'm cleaning," Roman whines in response, huffing in embarrassment. "I don't get the motivation to do this often. You said you'd help!"

Janus grins. "I am helping. I'm moral support."

"Moral?"

"Emotional support?"

Roman gives Janus a look. Janus shrugs.

"Fine," Janus relents, "I'm not very supportive. Sue me."

"You're more of a distraction, really," Roman mumbles, as he rolls up the magazine and neatly places it into a bin with many others. When Janus asks why he owns so many, Roman says he uses them for fashion inspiration.

As Roman begins picking his dirty clothes up off the floor, Janus suddenly speaks again.

"Do you have anything skimpy?"

Roman's face goes bright red as he drops the clothes he's holding clumsily, and has to scramble to scoop them back up. Voice cracking, he squeals "what?!"

"Have you ever thought about doing burlesque?"

Gasping and covering his body, Roman stammers "no! No- of course not! Why are you... what are you... why are you being so strange?!"

Janus leans back on the bed, regarding Roman with half-lidded eyes. In the most casual tone of voice, Janus replies "you're just pretty, is all."

Roman huffs, hands balled into fists at his sides as he tries to repress his own embarrassment, but is unsuccessful in willing away the dark red blush decorating his cheeks. He bends over to grab his clothes once more, and this time properly dumps them into his white laundry basket, pushing them down with his hands to make room for more clothes to be piled atop them.

"You're still not helping," Roman mutters bitterly as he crosses in front of Janus again, moving towards a few stranded jackets which have been knocked off their hangers.

"How about I help you relax instead?" Janus proposes, once Roman's gathered another armful of fabric. "Wouldn't it be much more fun to take a break from cleaning, and thank me for my support instead?"

"Thank you?!"

Janus grins. "Yes, love. Doesn't that sound much better? Come here."

Despite Roman's annoyed mumbling, he sets his clothes in his basket and obediently trudges towards Janus, who spreads his thighs so Roman can slide between them, his hands finding Janus's waist as Janus pulls Roman against him, cooing at Roman when Roman shyly hides his face in Janus's neck. 

"For someone so mouthy, you're awfully affectionate," Janus teases, as he runs his hands through Roman's hair. 

Roman whines, before complaining "you're hindering my efforts to clean." 

"Is that really such a bad thing? You can finish cleaning later. We can play now." Janus's fingers dance down Roman's neck. "I can even put on a little 'show.' Let you see the real benefits of burlesque." 

Roman snorts, and pulls away from Janus's shoulder to grin at him. "You're too lazy to put on a burlesque routine." 

Janus's lips quirk up in a playful smile. "A strip show, then? One where I stay on the bed, you stay on your knees, and we both may or may not be naked by the end?" 

With red cheeks, Roman shrugs, avoiding meeting Janus's eyes in order to hide his otherwise clear excitement. His hands squeeze Janus's hips; his fingertips slide ever so slightly beneath Janus's shirt to happily caress Janus's hips. "Okay." 

Setting his hands atop Roman's wrists, Janus guides Roman's arms away from him so that he has plenty of room to wiggle, while Roman submissively lowers himself onto his knees as though he knows Janus is just going to tell him to kneel at some point anyway. 

Then, Janus is slowly sliding his hands up his own shirt, working it up his chest until it's bunched up around his collarbones. Crossing his hands over his torso, Janus pulls the shirt above his head and off, sliding his arms out of his sleeves all the while. With his bare chest now on display, Janus sensually drags his hands back down his body, lightly caressing his scales and dipping his fingers down past the waistband of his pants, before pulling them up again. 

"You're beautiful," Roman murmurs, which has Janus chuckling. 

"I know," he replies, smiling, "but you're beautiful too. Aren't you going to pull your shirt off for me? Make it even?" 

Roman does. Though he's a lot quicker than Janus, he's still awfully tempting with it. His muscles ripple as he flexes and stretches to pull his tight shirt off and throw it away, exposing his glistening chest, damp with perspiration from his cleaning. Janus nudges Roman's pec with his boot. 

"Pretty boy," Janus coos, "grope your perky tits for me?" 

Flushing dark red, Roman's hands cup his relaxed pecs and squeeze, with the fat bulging between his fingers as he does so. Janus hums at the display. 

Then, he's undoing his pants, and very slowly slipping them down his thighs, enjoying the way Roman's eyes follow every movement like he's worried he'll miss out if he blinks for even a moment. Janus gets his pants to his calves, before using his feet to kick his boots off, and push his trousers down the rest of the way. Left in just his socks and boxers, Janus uses his foot to tilt Roman's chin upwards. 

"Your pants next, love." 

Roman fiddles with the strings on his sweatpants, struggling to get them off his body without tearing his eyes away from Janus's face, but once he does Janus glances down and is delighted to see Roman's half hard. 

"Socks next," Janus says, nodding towards Roman's feet. And Roman obediently pulls his socks off, before Janus is running his socked foot over Roman's face. 

"Will you be a doll and help me get mine off?" Janus implores, pressing his hand dramatically to his heart. "Having to bend over would be such a strain on my delicate back." 

Roman nods immediately. "Yes- yeah, of course." 

But as he moves to pull Janus's socks off, Janus yanks his foot away. 

"Without your hands, Roman," Janus chastises. "Use your mouth, instead. Pretend it's a garter, and that this is a game. Maybe that'll make you biting my sock less humiliating." Janus cocks his head to the side, blinking knowingly at Roman's flushed face. "Get to it." 

Scooting forward, Roman's breath is hot against Janus's ankle. He's clearly hesitant, and shivering under Janus's intense gaze, and yet still lightly bites down on the cuff. He's careful not to nip Janus, and once he's sure he's got the fabric nestled between his teeth, he begins to pull it downward, watching the fabric wrinkle as it's guided to Janus's sole. This is where the problems arise though, as Roman struggles maneuvering it around Janus's foot, and so has to release it, pulling away with embarrassed eyes. 

"Let me help you, love," Janus softly starts, before he's pushing the tip of his foot against Roman's lips, and effortlessly shoving his toes into Roman's mouth. 

With Janus's sock pressed against his tongue, Roman whimpers and swallows down a mouthful of sweat-tainted spit. Musk spills from Janus's foot and infects Roman's mouth, permeating in his throat until he sucks it down with a shaky moan. 

Janus shamelessly grinds his palm over his bulge at the sight. "Try now." 

And Roman does. Biting gently at Janus's toes, he manages to snag some fabric and guide it away from Janus's foot, where he can properly bite down and lean away, pulling the sock with him. 

With his newfound grip, he's able to get Janus's sock off, and lets it linger in his mouth briefly before parting his lips and watching it fall to the ground. Then he moves onto Janus's other foot, guiding the cuff down with his teeth before grabbing the toe once more and pulling that sock off too. 

This time though, before he can spit it out, Janus is using his foot to push his sweaty sock completely into Roman's mouth, before leaning forward and using his hand to clamp Roman's lips shut. He then guides Roman's head to lean back a bit, letting him see Roman's throat. 

"Suck and swallow, love," Janus commands him, and is pleased to watch Roman's Adam's apple bob as Roman gulps down mouthful after mouthful of salty sweat, sucking the musk from the threads of Janus's socks. 

Then, Janus retracts his hand, and lets Roman open his mouth, the damp sock rolling off his tongue and landing against his thigh. He's panting slightly. 

"Take your boxers off," Janus then instructs him, continuing to rub himself through his own briefs. "You don't need them." 

Roman does. 

He's slow with pulling his boxers down, but he gets them off after a few seconds and throws them aside, briefly wrapping his hand around his cock and giving it a few strokes before removing his hands completely, neglecting the hard shaft between his legs as he eagerly awaits Janus to strip himself the rest of the way. But Janus doesn't. 

He just stares at Roman, who's staring confused back up at him, before Janus snickers mockingly. 

"Well? Aren't you going to pull my boxers off as well?" Janus asks him, as though doing such a thing was pathetically obvious. Roman flushes, before rushing to nod and move forward, his hands clasped together in his lap as he rightfully assumes he isn't allowed to use them here either. 

Running his tongue over the front of Janus's boxers, Roman's mouth presses against Janus's cocks, sucking on the fabric briefly and on the outline of Janus's shafts, before pulling away, and pressing his face against Janus's pelvis. 

With his lips pressed against Janus's lower abdomen, Roman can't help but take his time kissing at the skin, being careful not to irritate Janus's sensitive scales, before he pinches the waistband of Janus's briefs between his teeth and begins to guide them downwards. Though he abruptly releases Janus's boxers as soon as they're down past Janus's cocks, due to the fact that once they're no longer restrained in their cotton prison, they spring out and thud against Roman's face, smearing pre over Roman's flushed cheeks. 

"Finish the job, Roman," Janus playfully chides, which encourages Roman to use his teeth to pull Janus's boxers down the rest of the way. It's surprisingly difficult, but eventually he gets them down to Janus's ankles, and then off with a little bit of help from Janus angling his feet. 

Then, Roman is letting the boxers fall into his lap, his cock pressing against a small patch of precome that had soaked into the fabric from Janus's cocks. 

Janus is hard, and visibly leaking, and he teasingly drags his finger along the slits of his cocks, gathering up a small bead of his precome before flicking it at Roman, who flushes as he feels it splatter against his cheek. He doesn't bother wiping it away, and leaves it to mix in with the mess already present. 

Beckoning Roman forward, Janus runs his hand through Roman's hair, before tugging it slightly, guiding Roman towards his body. 

"Aren't I pretty, Roman?" Janus begins, as he guides Roman's lips to his stomach. "Surely, someone as romantic as you knows that someone as pretty as me deserves to be worshipped. Isn't that right?" 

"Yes," Roman breathes, shuddering as he kisses a line up Janus's chest. 

His fingers curl around Janus's boxers, and he wraps them and his hand around his cock, stroking himself off using the fabric like a cumrag. He moans against Janus's body, and Janus just smiles in response. 

Roman's lips travel up his collarbones, before his mouth lingers over a small group of scales lining Janus's shoulders. He's sitting up quite a bit - having to lean partially against the bed in order to worship so high up - and lightly drags his teeth over Janus's scales. Janus moans at the feeling. 

Roman's free hand squeezes Janus's thighs, before squeezing Janus's cocks together, making Janus curse under his breath. 

Tucking his face into Janus's neck, Roman takes a deep breath in, before pulling away and settling back onto his knees. He guides his head towards Janus's cocks, and kisses them briefly before dragging his tongue along the underside of one of them, his hand steadily working the other in tune with his own cock, stroking them both in quick succession. 

"This is much more fun than cleaning," Janus sighs, happily petting his fingers through Roman's locks. "Wouldn't you agree?" 

Roman lets out an affirmative moan, before his chest arches forward as Janus slowly begins rubbing his foot over Roman's nipple. His toes glide over the sensitive bud, with Roman groaning at the friction, squeezing both his cock and Janus's cock tighter. 

"Suck me off, love," Janus then orders, pushing Roman's head back before scratching condescendingly under his chin, guiding Roman back to his shaft. Obediently, Roman parts his lips and takes Janus's cock into his mouth, swallowing around the tip and looking adorably orgasmic as Janus's salty pre hits his tongue. 

Janus leans back slightly against the bed, lazily delighting in his pleasure. "You're so good, Roman. And once you're done, you can just do my laundry too, hm? Would you like that? Would you like being obedient and useful?" 

Roman bobs his head down Janus's shaft, rubbing the other over his face as he works it with his hand, providing Janus with intense pleasure. Janus's boxers rubbing against his own cock makes him whimper, and yet he looks up at Janus with desperate eyes, excited to please.

"Is this the support you were looking for? Someone to guide you? Someone to instruct you?" Janus pinches Roman's nipple between his toes, making Roman whine. "Or have you been hoping for a distraction this whole time?" 

The question is rhetorical, as Janus shoves Roman's head down further on his cock, moaning when Roman gags. 

"I would ask if this distraction suffices, but I already know your answer. Do my boxers feel nice wrapped around your little cock? Do you wish it was my hand wrapped around it instead, or are you perfectly content jerking off into my clothes?" 

Roman sucks feverishly on Janus's cock, sucking and bobbing until the tip repeatedly pushes against the back of his throat. His eyes fill with tears as he attempts to repress his gags, humping against Janus's boxers and ignoring the fact he's making a mess of sweat and pre onto the floor he was previously trying to clean. He's whining and moaning and making a slurry of noises around Janus's cock, the hand he's using to stroke Janus's other shaft being slick with precome. 

As his eyes squeeze shut, Roman lets out an especially pathetic noise, which has Janus properly tangling his hand in Roman's hair. He can tell Roman's close, and he is too. 

He pulls Roman off his cock despite Roman whining about it, and even pushes Roman's hand away from his other in order to replace it with his own hand stroking quickly over his lengths. He grunts, and Roman watches excited, his own arm moving quicker and even making him whimper in pain as he drags Janus's boxers desperately over himself. 

"Open your mouth," Janus pants, and Roman does despite his visible embarrassment. 

Roman forces his hand to slow on his cock, delaying his orgasm in order to more properly savor Janus's, who is gracing him with his climax after just a few more strokes. Janus's head falls back in a soft moan as he comes, both of his cocks spurting streams of semen over Roman's face, who - aside from briefly cringing - stays perfectly still and lets Janus make a mess of his face. 

A few stray streaks land on his tongue, and once Janus seems satisfied Roman is quick to tilt his head back and swallow, only for his head to fall forward afterwards, moaning as he goes back to stroking his cock needily, while Janus continues to lazily caress his chest with his feet, more so to tease him than actually provide him with any pleasure. 

But Roman doesn't need anything extra. With a dirty face and Janus's slick boxers, Roman's crying out pathetically as he reaches his peak, coming over Janus's boxers and his floor as he works himself sloppily through his orgasm. Spit dribbles from the corner of his lips, but he hardly notices, just rocking his hips as warmth floods his body, before he's leaning forward and letting his forehead rest against the bed in a much-needed respite. He takes a moment to catch his breath, with Janus retracting his legs back onto the bed.

After a few minutes, Janus is pushing against Roman's forehead. 

"You're making a mess of the comforter," Janus states, which has Roman groaning.

"It's my comforter." 

Janus pulls his knees to his chest, as though he's cold. "Yeah, but I'm on it right now, and I wouldn't want to make a mess of myself." He then grins playfully. "Like you." 

Frowning, Roman grumbles slightly, before dropping Janus boxers onto the ground and climbing onto his bed, clambering over Janus who laughs outright and scrambles to scoot backwards, only to be inevitably scooped up by Roman who pushes their bodies together and rub their faces against each other's, kissing Janus's lips and then nuzzling his cheek until Janus is squirming and chuckling, calling Roman gross through his laughter only to pull Roman closer whenever Roman backs away. 

They fool around until they're tangled up in Roman's sheets, and Roman accepts the fact that his cleaning will have to wait until tomorrow. His "moral and emotional support" would be sufficient enough for right now. 

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Bootworship

Moceit (Patton x Janus) Kinktober 2023 Day Three: Bootworship Warnings: boot worship, footjobs

"You want to 'hang out?'" Janus asks, bringing his fingers up to make slightly dumbfounded, slightly annoyed air-quotes, directed at Patton who's standing in front of him happily, hands clasped together in front of him. 

"Yes!" Patton immediately responds, as he rocks back and forth on his feet. "Since we're officially getting along now, we might as well spend quality time together!" 

"I don't do quality time with others," Janus responds, drawing out the "s" in others to punctuate his point. "I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm not much of a people person."

Patton chuckles. "I've noticed. But that doesn't mean we can't spend time together!" 

He reaches forward to grab one of Janus's hands, as if trying to pull him off of the couch, but Janus stays planted. 

"You wouldn't be found of the way I spend time with people," Janus responds, slowly, as if trying to gauge Patton's interests. "We're very different, you and I." 

"That's even more reason to spend time together!" Patton argues. "The more time we spend together, the more we learn about each other! And then we can communicate better, and be more comfortable around each other." 

Janus's lips stretch into a wry smile. "I know a surefire way to make us more acquainted." He then quickly looks away and waves his hand dismissively. "I don't know if you'd be willing to try it, though. It'll push you outside of your comfort zone, but it will encourage pure and transparent vulnerability." 

Patton flashes a wide and excited grin. "Whatever will bring us closer!" 

"Whatever?"

"Whatever!" 

Janus sits up, and with a hand outstretched, beckons Patton closer. With Patton's chin settled in his palm, Janus forces eye contact. 

"Alright," he begins, cautiously, "but you have to promise that if any point you want to stop, you'll say 'red.' Okay?" 

Patton raises an eyebrow, no doubt intrigued, but agrees with an amused "okay." 

Janus smiles, wide and pleased, before he leans back and goes "good. Now get on your knees." 

Confused, Patton listens, and kneels down to the ground. He digs his knees a little into the ground, wiggling in an attempt to make himself more comfortable, before he folds his hands in his lap and looks up at Janus, awaiting direction. 

"Clean my boots." 

Patton cocks his head, before laughing slightly. "The cleaning supplies are under the sink," he states, a little confused. "And we don't even own shoe polish." 

Janus raises an eyebrow. "You have a tongue, don't you? I'm sure that'll work just as good as any bout of shoe polish could."

Patton flushes suddenly as what Janus is implying dawns on him, and Janus watches his previously outgoing disposition dim into something more timid, as he plays with his fingers.

"Oh," Patton breathes, as he fully understands just what he's meant to be doing. He licks his lips to wet them, though his mouth itself is dry. "Oh." 

Janus reaches forward to stroke his fingers through Patton's hair, petting it softly and causing them both to relax momentarily. With firm words, Janus says "you don't have to if you don't want to. At any point you can say no. I never want you to be afraid to say no to me." 

Patton flushes, and turns to hide his face in his shoulder, though a cheeky smile slowly spreads across his face. 

There's a few moments of silence, before Patton takes in a deep breath. 

With newfound confidence, he scoots back to give himself the space to lean forward, and slowly presses a kiss to the top of Janus's black boots. It's shy, which is to be expected from someone who's probably never done this before, but Janus finds himself entranced with just how cute Patton looks. 

His stomach is pressed to the ground and his ass is in the air. His curly hair falls around his face as he kisses lightly over Janus's shoe, round glasses sliding down his nose. 

He's bent over worshipping, shyly, of course, but growing increasingly confident as his mouth glides over the surface. He's humiliated, but boy is he cute. 

A small moan slips past Patton's lips as he sucks over Janus's shoe, before he pulls away, spit sliding past Patton's lips and down his chin as he stares up at Janus. Curiously, Janus peers down, seeing one of his shoes shining with saliva. He smiles.

"Good boy," he praises, softly, "but you still have one more to do. Don't keep me waiting." 

"Of course not," Patton breathes, before shuddering as his hips roll against the floor, before he's leaning down again. Holding Janus's foot gingerly, Patton's eyes flutter shut as he kisses and licks once again, giving Janus another show. 

He's more noisy now, much to Janus's delight. Cute little moans and whimpers fill the room, using one hand to support Janus's shoe while the other slides between his legs. But, as soon as Janus notices that, his free foot is planting itself on Patton's shoulder and roughly kicking him back. 

Patton's back falls flat against the floor, as he stares up at Janus with comically large eyes. His round face is bright red, and he looks like he's panting. Straining against his khaki's is his hard cock, begging to escape his constricting pants. 

"Did I do something wrong?" he asks, as Janus scoots to the edge of the couch. 

Janus smiles. "No, of course not. But if you wanted to be touched so bad, you could have just asked." 

"Please, touch me?" Patton asks immediately, eliciting a laugh from Janus that sounds so pretty. 

"Of course!" Janus exclaims, as his foot glides between Patton's legs. " As soon as you get those pesky pants off, I'd be more than happy to give you nice, relieving pleasure. After all, you deserve a reward for cleaning off my shoes so well!" 

Patton beams at the praise, and is quick getting his pants and boxers off. Freckles dot his thighs, spreading down his calves, and while Janus has the urge to kneel down and count each one individually, perhaps even trace constellations formed on his skin, he forces himself to stay focused. 

If Patton was willing to lick the dust from Janus's boots, he should be willing to let Janus worship his body later down the line. It could be another bonding exercise! 

Janus kicks his foot out, and drags the bottom of his boot over Patton's cock, earning an immediate and loud moan. 

"Oh-!" Patton gasps, as his back arches off the floor. A curse word rests on his tongue, but he bites it back. Janus can taste his surprise, though. His pleasure. The rough pain and excitement coming from the rubber sole of Janus's shoe mixed with the ecstasy of it dragging over his shaft. 

"Careful, darling," Janus warns, as his boot sinks back to the base of Patton's cock, the bottom resting against Patton's balls in such a way that Patton sucks in a sharp breath, aware of the fact that if Janus sinks it down any further, his balls will be crushed. "You're going to undo all the work you just did! You're already leaking." 

Patton glances at his cock and sees pre already rolling down it, and he flushes with humiliation. 

"I'll clean them again if they get dirty," Patton promises, almost immediately. It makes Janus muse. 

He runs his shoe back up Patton's cock, stimulating it fully and earning another cute little cry of pleasure. Such lewd noises sound so foul and perverted coming from Patton's mouth, making them all the more delicious to Janus who drinks each one up, enjoying them to their fullest extent. 

He sets a slow, steady pace dragging his foot along the length of Patton's cock, watching each little jerk of the latter's hips as he attempts to get more friction, and shakily moans as he does. 

Gasps of "please" and "more" mix in with the unintelligible moans and squeaks any time Janus is just a little too rough or speeds up the smallest amount. 

There's never a moment of silence; the air is constantly filled with a pant or a grunt and Janus adores it. Though he does enjoy his silence, he could spend a lifetime listening to such perverse and beautiful noises, especially when paired with the visual of Patton's cock leaking pre over the bottom of Janus's shoe and his own stomach. 

"Janus," Patton whines, warmth flooding his body. Drool spills from the corner of his lips, eyes squeezing shut and eyebrows raised. "Janus!" 

"That's my name," Janus hums. "Doesn't it feel so good on your lips?" 

Patton moans, providing enough of an answer. In response, Janus grinds the bottom of his shoe roughly against Patton's cock, earning a pathetic mewl. 

"Janus, please-" 

"Shh," Janus coos, sweetly. "You don't have to beg. You've done more than enough to earn a pathetic little orgasm. I know what you want. Go on, Patton. Come for me. And when you've finished, you can lick your mess off my shoes." 

Nails digging into the ground beneath him, Patton's breath hitches. 

"Go on, Patton. Thank me. Thank me for letting you have such an amazing orgasm. Thank me for letting you lick my boots." 

"Thank you!" Patton immediately cries, bucking his hips upward and into Janus's shoe. "Thank you so much for- for letting me lick your shoes!" He cuts himself off with a moan, losing his train of thought for a few seconds. "Thank... thank you for touching me! Janus! Janus!" 

Janus has to place a hand over his own mouth to keep a shuddering gasp from escaping. Patton is so dirty without even realizing it! There was a lot to be explored. 

In a moments notice, Patton's crying out in a needy shout, semen spurting from his cock and messing the shoe he worked so hard on cleaning, as well as his own stomach. He's loud, red, and clearly overly pleasured as he comes, before finally Janus pulls his foot away, leaving Patton to pant as he comes down from his orgasm. 

He gasps and pants, before Janus taps his foot against the floor, leading Patton to blearily push himself up. 

"Come on, dear, you still have to clean up your mess," Janus urges, which has Patton immediately crawling forward, prepared to repeat the cycle for as long as Janus wants him to. 

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Titfucking

Loking (Logan x King Creativity) Kinktober 2023 Day Two: Titfucking Warnings: minor degrading, boobjobs, cum marking

King grabs Logic roughly by the wrist, pulling him forward and down the hallway quicker than Logic can maintain his footing. He's struggling to keep up, but he knows that one trip will leave King dragging him down the hallway, regardless of whether or not it hurts. 

So, he has to keep a fast pace - essentially running in order to keep up with King's long strides. Nearly double his height, his walking covers a long amount of length in such a short amount of time, which typically leaves everyone else sprinting to keep up with him. Now, though, King was forcing Logic to keep up with him, whether he liked it or not. 

Though, they both know Logic likes it. 

A big door opens wide, and then as Logic is thrown into the room, the door is slammed shut, a loud sound that makes Logic shiver. 

As his eyes flicker up to King's, King scoffs. 

"Don't look so meek," he berates Logic, reaching a hand out to rather politely help Logic off the floor he just threw him on to. "You're not going to be pushed around today. Quite the opposite, actually." 

Logic lets out a shaky breath, a mixture of disappointment and excitement. Of course he likes being hurt by king; he wouldn't let himself be pulled around otherwise, but if that's not what was going to happen today, then Logic had severely misjudged the situation. 

He hated being unprepared, and King loved to use that against him. 

King sits back on his giant, elegant bed, pulling Logic onto his lap in a swift motion. It's a position that isn't unfamiliar to them by any means, but it doesn't keep Logic from flushing dark. 

And despite his newfound leverage, Logic would still have to lean up further for their lips to touch. King was just so... massive. 

"I'd like to give you a nice, pleasant reward," King murmurs, as his big hands rub over Logic's thick thighs. "You'll have to do a bit of work for it, but I'm sure you won't mind." 

One of King's fingers stroke under Logic's chin, tilting his face upwards, before bending down slightly to press his lips against Logic's. 

Logic moans immediately, so cutely sensitive at such a small action. It makes King amusingly question how Logic's been able to handle all of the flogging and choking King pushes onto him. Especially when he's already humping against King's large thigh as though he's insatiably horny just from his own anticipation and a few light kisses. 

"What'd I do-" Logic begins, only to immediately be cut off by a firmer kiss. Logic melts into it momentarily, before pulling away with a gasp. "What'd I do to deserve a reward?" 

King laughs under his breath at the question. "Do you need praise that badly?" 

Logic flushes, but rolls his hips down and shudders at the feeling. "I'm just curious. You have high standards; I want to know how I met them, and how I can further exceed them in the future." 

King smiles, and then kisses the side of Logic's face as he sets his hand on the latter's hips, helping grind them back and forth, though occasionally pulling Logic too far forward and pushing him up against King's large, fat stomach. 

"You've been so obedient," King begins, as he helps Logic grind. "You let me do whatever I want to you, and you enjoy it. You love it. Don't you?" 

Logic groans, before pushing his face into King's soft chest. He lets himself hide in King's pecs until King decides he's had enough, and tugs Logic back out by his hair. Logic moans loud at the rough action, before his hair is gently being pet by king as a half hearted apology, though Logic is sure he doesn't actually care about being rough. He's done more than just pull Logic's hair in the past, after all. 

"Oh, come on now, Logic," King tsks, as he forces eye contact. "I'm being so generous with proposing a reward, and you can't even think enough to answer me. Are my pecs just that appealing? You just want to be smothered in them?" 

Logic moves to hide his face, but is swiftly stopped, making him whine. 

"I can't help it," Logic then tries to reason, as he sets his hands on King's squishy chest. "You're so big; there's really nowhere else for my face to go." 

"You never answered my question." 

King stills Logic's hips, watching as Logic then tucks his face into his shoulder, simultaneously attempting to regain his composure and hide his fluster. 

"I love when you do whatever you want to me," he then says, voice barely above a whisper. King's torn between making him repeat it, or praising him for being so adorably cute. So, he decides to kiss the side of Logic's face, murmuring a soft "speak up next time, or I'll make you," before he's setting Logic aside. 

With the simple command of "strip," Logic is pulling his clothes desperately off of his body, watching as King takes his time undoing every button on his regal shirt, and then tossing it aside. That's all he takes off, however, before positioning some pillows so that they're supporting him, and leaning back in a comfortable laying position. 

His big chest and stomach are on display, covered with thick, dark hair. Logic is hardly given time to ever just stare, so he openly does so now. 

Fat boobs, hairy arms, and a very big stomach with a dark happy trail going up the length of his stomach. It makes Logic visibly stammer. 

"You see a shirtless man and suddenly your brain turns to mush?" King teases, and watches as Logic quickly turns away, fingers fumbling to pull off his tie. 

While normally he'd like to make sure his clothes are left together, he can't help but just discard them all into random, wrinkled piles. Afterall, it's not often he gets rewards, especially from King Creativity. They butt heads more often than any of the others, and a lot of their mutual frustration comes out during rough sex. Which is why a nice, supposedly sweet reward is such a surprise (though, not an unwelcome one). 

"I just like the way you look," Logic mutters, as he scoots ever so slightly closer. "Now... my reward?" 

King grins, as he beckons Logic closer. With a bit of help, he aids Logic in moving up his stomach, and eventually straddling his upper belly. Logic's hands hold to the headboard behind King's pillows to keep himself steady. 

"I can't say I understand what we're doing," Logic admits, as King shamelessly feels up Logic's own chubby thighs and pudgy stomach. 

"You won't guess," King says, humming softly. "It's something new." 

Logic's eyes light up. "I like new things." 

It makes King laugh, as he nods his head affectionately. "I know you do, Logic. And I know you'll love this. You'll get to be in control. Mostly, at least." His hands fall from Logic's legs and move up his chest, which King teasingly squishes, before King's pushing his fat tits together, Logic watching wide-eyed. 

"I think this'll feel nice for your small little cock to slide between," King says, matter-of-factly. "What do you think?" 

Logic stammers. "I think- I don't-" 

"Go on, Logic. Indulge in your reward." King winks. "Before I decide to take it from you." 

Logic immediately pulls himself forward, the tip of his hard cock pressing against the line where King's two soft pecs were pushed tightly together. He feels a mixture of pleasure and humiliation as he has to take one of his hands away from the headboard to help guide his cock between them, groaning at the way King's tits mold around his cock, squishing the sides of it as King firmly keeps his hands on his chest. 

He smiles as Logic's breath hitches. 

Eventually, his pelvis settles against King's pecs, his shaft buried between them. Was King really that big? Or was his cock truly that small? Either way, he's embarrassed, but both the situation and the friction make him moan, so he can't find it in him to care. 

"How does it feel? Good?" King prompts. 

Logic bites his lip, before nodding. "Yeah. New, for sure, but still good." It was like a fleshlight, but less lubed and more intimate. 

"Good boy. Now, do you want to fuck my tits, or do you want me to move them for you? Give you a nice, lazy boobjob?" 

Logic feels as though his breath is being pulled from him just at King's words. 

"Uhm," Logic stutters, a tad uncharacteristically, as if weighing the two options. Having to actually choose was seemingly the hardest part of this, aside from his cock, of course. 

"A- a boobjob," Logic then says, decidedly. 

"Good boy," King coos, before he starts gently moving his pecs back and forth with his hands. Because they're big and fat, there's a lot of meat to be moved, and therefore a lot of room for them to rub over Logic's eager shaft.

Logic immediately groans and writhes on top of King, knuckles turning white with how hard he's holding the headboard, like he's going to fall over at any minute.

"Oh, come on now," King softly teases, rolling his eyes. "I've done so much worse to you, and yet you're falling apart over just a little friction. You're so sensitive."

Logic has always been sensitive; it's a side effect of the brain being the biggest sex organ, and King knows this, but compared to King, Logic's always come incredibly fast. 

This reminder has Logic craning has head around, feeling warm when he sees King's cock is just as hard from just a little bit of watching. It feeds Logic's ego, but also has him turning back to King rather timidly, asking "how are you going to touch yourself?" 

"Maybe you can return the favor when I'm done," King muses, before continuing to think aloud. "Or... I could just fuck your sweet, fat thighs while we're cuddling. Though, I'm positive that'd get you worked right back up. You don't mind coming three or four times tonight, do you?" 

Logic whines out a pathetic sounding "no," as King continues to work his tits over his cock. He can feel his pre leaking over King's skin, and as his cock grinds against it, the surface gets slicker and much nicer to very slightly grind against. He knows fully fucking King's tits at this position would be weird, but that doesn't mean he can't roll his hips and enjoy the feeling of his small cock dragging between the two fat mounds of flesh stroking him. 

King's eyes trail up Logic's body, eyeing him thrice over before he licks his lips. "You know, I have a really good view of you like this. I get to see your nice stomach, your chest, and your beautiful lips all above me." King then snickers. "Though, your glasses look like they're about to fall off. Perhaps you're moving too much." 

"Please don't stop me," Logic cries, trying to avoid King's potential teasing or edging. Maybe if he begs, King will take pity on him and continue to let him thrust his little cock against King's giant body. "Please don't stop!" 

Watching as Logic flushes and pants, King moves his tits a little faster, squeezing them harder together in order to apply more pressure to Logic's cock. He relishes in the loud moan he gets in response, and the drool that drips down Logic's chin and onto his own chest. 

Warmth floods Logic's body, and as a result blood rushes to his face, giving him a prettily flushed look with an equally as sensual expression as he desperately tries to prolong his orgasm. 

He eventually even stills his hips to try and drag his reward out, but in turn King only starts moving his pecs faster, working over Logic's cock quick and sloppily. Some pre begins to spill down King's neck and onto the pillows beneath him, and Logic is reminded where the tip of his cock is pointed. 

Directly at King's face. 

"King-" Logic gasps, as he tries to pull away. He doesn't want the pleasure to stop, of course, but he figures King won't want Logic to make a mess onto him. King's always preferred it the other way around. "I'm close." 

"I can tell," King teases, as he lightly slaps the side of Logic's thigh, before going back to squeezing his pecs. "Be a good boy and come for me, okay? Show me how much you appreciate your reward. It'll be the only time you get one for a good, long while." 

"But your face-" 

King gently shushes Logic, murmuring "you think too much," before smiling sweetly. 

Logic gasps, and whines, and as King stimulates his pathetic little cock, he can't keep himself from finally letting go and coming hard. His hand twists against the headboard as he moans, shooting loads of come between King's tits, and over his face. 

Logic doesn't even see the mess he's made at first, as his eyes squeeze shut with pleasure, but as they finally flutter open, he can't help but stare at what he's done. 

While King continues to pleasure him through his orgasm, Logic just pants as he sees  streaks of white splattered across King's perfect face, staining his short beard and mustache and even getting into his long, dark hair, which had fallen slightly into his face. 

Finally, King brings his hands - and his tits - to a halt, and lets Logic pull away. And Logic quite literally pulls away, and falls against the bed while attempting to catch his breath. 

Despite how big King is, his bed is somehow so much bigger, giving Logic plenty of space to just spread out and relax for a moment, before King is shuffling beside him, and then Logic's being turned to his side, and King is cuddling him from behind, hard cock pressing right against Logic's ass and reminding him of just how much King enjoyed helping him get off. 

"You don't mind, do you?" King whispers, making Logic shiver and flush. He gulps, and doesn't bother to suppress a moan as King's large cock slides between his thick thighs. They still had a few more rounds to go. 

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Stuck In Wall

Kinceit (King Creativity x Janus) Kinktober 2023 Day Seven: Stuck In Wall Warnings: sex, kabeshiri, blood, crying, overstimulation

Deceit doesn't often traverse King's expansive estate, solely because the twisting corridors and long hallways constantly lead to him getting lost. But King had essentially begged that Deceit accompany him to the imagination and visit, even if just for a bit. 

And, admittedly, it was nice at first. King's bed was huge and luxurious, the furniture around was soft and comfortable, and any of the "people" King had created to serve him - who were less like people and more like blank slates that didn't do anything but follow instructions - would listen to Deceit, too, allowing him to ask for sweets or a guide when need be. 

The latter proved to be especially appreciated, especially as King had abandoned him about an hour ago with nothing more than a "stay here; I'll be right back!" 

Well, King had not come "right back," and Deceit wasn't willing to wait longer for him. He was going to walk around, explore, and search for the exit so he didn't have to waste the energy needed to sink out and into his room instead. 

But, well, Deceit has just been walking in circles. 

 Each hallway is its own confusing gauntlet, and the gold trimming and bright lights only serve to frustrate Deceit who struggles to tell which paths he's walked down and which ones would lead him out of this shiny maze. 

One of King's creations suddenly come rushing toward him, a blank expression on their face despite their hurried pace, and just as Deceit goes to ask what their rush is, they shove him to the side as though he's in the way and keep sprinting forward. 

Deceit's body is pushed over, and into the nearby wall, but in a strange act of reality warping he falls halfway through it instead of just into it. It seems to solidify around him halfway through his descent, stopping him just short of the floor. From his waist up, he's in a bedroom of some kind. It's well furnished, but the lights are off and it's vacant of people. Probably just spare space used to fill out the castle and make it seem bigger than it actually was. King was the only person who "lived" in it (and he spent an equal amount of time in his room in the mindscape as he did in the imagination, so truly it could be argued that this was the equivalent of a vacation house). 

His cape had luckily managed to fall with him, so it wasn't uncomfortably phased through the wall. As did his shirt, meaning it was hiked up halfway due to being horizontal with the ground. 

The wall had solidified around his bare waist, leaving slight bits of skin exposed on either side. His stomach in the bedroom, and his hips peeking right past the waistband of his pants situated in the hallway. 

His ankles rub uncomfortably against the floor, but in his position he can't do much to fix that. 

Deceit groans, and though he struggles at first to try and push himself fully through the wall or wiggle his way out, he quickly finds that he can't. He's stuck. 

Under his breath, Deceit hisses "idiotic King; can't even keep his castle together," only to suddenly yelp when he feels a large hand roughly smack his ass. 

His fists pound against the wall he's trapped in, as his head whips towards the bedroom door which is thrown open rather excitedly. King enters, snapping the light on as he does, before crouching down near Deceit's face. 

"I knew I sensed my creation faltering," King states, staring at Deceit curiously. "I was worried one of the hallways in this wing had collapsed or something, but it seems like the structure just... fixed itself!"

"Yeah, it fixed itself around my body," Deceit spits, forked tongue flickering out of his mouth as he hisses again, more upset this time. "This isn't very comfortable, nor is it dignifying." 

King grins. "Are you sure? I think your posterior makes a lovely hall decoration." 

"Get me out of this damn wall." 

Chuckling, King sits back on the floor fully, grabbing Deceit's chin with his big hands. He carelessly tips Deceit's head back and forth, as if admiring him. 

"No," King finally states, eyes gleaming playfully. "I quite like you here, actually." King's thumb swipes over Deceit's bottom lip, parting them as the pad of his finger brushes over the front of Deceit's teeth. "Besides, you could be of some use in your current position." 

"Be of-" Deceit splutters, a flush spreading over his scaly cheeks as he stares at King with wide eyes. "Be of use? How could I possibly be of use like this?! I'm stuck in a wall!" 

"Exactly!" King exclaims, as he condescendingly pats Deceit's cheek. He stands shortly after, towering over Deceit especially with the latter being horizontal. 

But, in his position, King standing means Deceit is face level with his crotch. And as King sets a firm hand on the back of his head, he realizes what King means by "use." 

"Really?" Deceit breathes, as he grimaces when King shamelessly rubs his front against Deceit's face for no reason other than to humiliate him. "While I'm incapacitated?" 

"You look your best when you're incapacitated." 

King takes a step back from Deceit's face, in order to properly undo his pants. Deceit mutters something under his breath in disdain, but lets King pull his head up anyway, even though he's annoyed by the grip in his hair. 

King's cock springs out of his pants, the tip tapping against Deceit's cheek as King shamelessly rubs it against his face. 

"What do you think?" King asks him, as if genuinely inquiring his opinion. "Front or back first?" 

"You're already here," Deceit mutters, as he uses his hands to guide the tip of King's cock to his lips instead. Briefly, Deceit thinks about biting it in defiance - or as revenge for not getting him out of this wall right away - but a sharp tug to his hair deters him from doing such, as he instead parts his lips to allow King's cock to slide into his mouth.

He's glaring at King, but King doesn't care, and truly Deceit is just doing such as an excuse to look up at King's gorgeous face. He really is so handsomely chiseled, and though Deceit would normally be against such shallow praise, he was filled with the urge to run his fingers through King's groomed facial hair and declare him the prettiest King in the kingdom. 

Instead, he swallows King's cock further into his mouth, feeling the girthy shaft press down on his forked tongue. He can also feel King steadily getting hard as Deceit does the bare minimum to arouse him, merely dragging his tongue along King's length while otherwise encouraging him to use Deceit himself if he requires more. 

King groans at the feeling of Deceit's wet mouth wrapped around his cock, but eventually gets sick of his lackluster sucking. 

Tightening his grip in Deceit's hair, King forces his cock further down Deceit's mouth, moaning when Deceit takes him fully without gagging, though tears still well up in Deceit's eyes at King's girthy cock pushing down his throat. 

"You feel so good," King moans, voice low and rumbling. "I'm half-tempted to keep you here as a permanent piece of decor." 

Deceit would normally protest, but in this situation he's in no place to, and so moans instead as King slowly slides half of his cock out, before leaning his front against the wall as he pushes it back in. With ruthlessness, he fucks Deceit's throat, but spends a few seconds in between pushing his cock down Deceits mouth and pulling out again, making him savor the taste of King's pre or appreciate the veins lining his shaft before it's being pulled out and thruster back in again.

"Don't even get me started on using your other side," King groans, as the tip of his cock slams against the back of Deceit's throat. "I can't wait to fuck you while my citizens watch. Any stray servant or maid roaming my castle will get to see me using your ass like the toy that it is, but only I'm allowed to see your pretty, pleasured face." 

Deceit's knee thuds against the wall as his feet drag against the ground. The idea of not being able to see King behind him as he's used, or know if anybody is watching him be used has his cock straining in his pants. 

Though, it wasn't like anybody could tell. 

The tip of King's cock pushes repeatedly against the back of his throat, before suddenly he's pulling out, with only a thin string of spit connecting King's shaft to Deceit's lips. 

Deceit, flushed, looks up at King questioningly, though King graciously answers him with "I wouldn't want to spoil myself before we got to the real fun, now would I?" before he stands and heads out of the room, petting Deceit's hair as he walks out and carelessly flicking the light off. He shuts the door behind him as well. 

Though he's expecting it, Deceit is still startled when he feels King's calloused fingers on his lower back, slowly rubbing over his sensitive skin before they dip past his waistband and slowly pull his pants down. Clearly, King wants him to feel every second of his increasing exposure, as his boxers and pants are stripped off his legs, leaving his lower-half bare. He shivers instinctively at the loss of his warm clothes, but is quelled quickly when King's warm hands run down the length of his thighs. The tips of his hard cocks presses against the wall he's stuck in, smearing pre over it. He wants to grind against it, or against something, but with no way to move closer and fully press his cocks against the wall, he's stuck with the bare minimum amount of friction. 

At first, King just touches. He rubs over the back of Deceit's legs, before bringing his hands back up to Deceit's ass, but it's only a matter of time before those big hands are squeezing him, making Deceit yelp as he tries to pull himself through the wall and away from King's embarrassing fondling. He feels his cheeks spread apart, as they're squished and groped by King's thick fingers, before being let go and smacked instead. This process repeats a few times over as King takes his time to appreciate Deceit's body, before his hands pull away from the latter altogether. 

It leaves Deceit stuck in a perpetual state of anticipation. He knows that King hasn't left, but without being able to see him, he can't help but wonder what in the world King could be doing. 

He gets his answer shortly after when he feels King's slick fingers pressed against his hole. 

They're teasingly rubbing over his entrance, threatening to push inside of him but avoiding doing just that, as if mocking Deceit for his inability to push back. Try as he might, he has no control over this situation whatsoever. 

Finally, King's thick fingers push inside of him, stretching him open as they slowly work in and out of him. He spreads them apart, spreading open Deceit's hole, before pushing them back together and driving them deeper. A third finger is added shortly after, as King repeats his actions, making Deceit hiss as King's digits prod deep into him. 

They're pulled out moments later, leaving Deceit confident in what'll come next. 

He grimaces briefly as he feels King's thick, lubed cock running between his cheeks, gliding over his hole in an equally as playful manner. King's hands hold onto Deceit's hips, squeezing the skin as he takes his time grinding against him. 

Deceit lets out a frustrated moan, bracing his fists against the floor as his head hangs. If King could hear him, Deceit would be cursing him out for all this teasing. 

Then, the tip of King's cock is pushing into his hole, making Deceit utter a shaky "fuck," under his breath as his arms quake. He's semi-grateful for the wall around his waist keeping him up, otherwise his chest would be against the floor right now, as his arms do little to support him. 

King only goes slow briefly, before he's carelessly snapping his hips forward and shoving the entirety of his girthy cock into Deceit's ass, making Deceit cry out at the sudden intensity. His nails dig into the ground as King shamelessly rolls his hips against Deceit's, working his cock out just a few centimeters before pushing it back in roughly, ignoring how utterly stretched out Deceit feels, and how Deceit's legs tremble as his feet drag against the floor. 

King's sharp nails dig into his ass, spreading his cheeks apart almost sadistically as he scratches into Deceit's skin. He's careful around Deceit's scales - something Deceit can pinpoint despite not even being able to see King's hands - but is still rough enough for Deceit's eyes to tear up. He can feel the blood smearing over his thighs from King's rough grabbing. 

Then King's cock is sliding out of him, leaving just the tip buried inside of him, only for him to thrust roughly forward seconds later, making Deceit jolt and cry out. His hands slip underneath him, leaving him uncomfortably supported by the wall. If he were to be on a bed or something, he'd be rocking back and forth with the ferocity at which King is pushing his cock in and out of him. 

He can only imagine the slew of words King is spitting just beyond the wall separating them. 

The tips of Deceit's cocks jut against the surface he's trapped in over and over, his slit rubbing uncomfortably against the foundation until he's rubbing against a wet smear of his own pre. He wishes his hands were on the other side so that he could properly pleasure himself. 

Luckily, it seems as though King can read his mind, as seconds later one of King's big hands wrap around his cocks, rubbing them against each other and stroking them quick. He's wasting no time overwhelming Deceit with pleasure, especially because he knows Deceit can't beg him to slow down in order to prolong his orgasm in an attempt to look less pathetic. No, Deceit has to take whatever King gives him, which both arouses and frustrates Deceit to no end. 

Deceit's wrists drag across the floor he's bent over, his moans filling the empty room. And King works him up quick. 

The moment King's cock thrusts against his prostate however, Deceit is coming immediately. 

His head is thrown is back in a loud cry as King's hand works him through his orgasm, smearing his semen over his cocks and making a mess of both the wall and his lower half. However, King's hands don't stop, and Deceit quickly feels the effects of overstimulation setting in. 

"King- King-!" Deceit pleads, though he knows King can't hear him. His fists hit against the floor as King's girthy cock pounds relentlessly against his prostate. Tears stream down Deceit's sweaty face, the room filled fully with loud cries and shuddering breaths as King continues to fill him fully. 

King's hand is tightly gripping his thigh, as though bracing himself against Deceit's body. He feels King thud against the wall keeping him trapped, and Deceit can only imagine King leaning over him, groaning in his ear. 

Deceit feels so hot as King continues abusing his prostate, making him whimper. He already feels close again as King's thumb tortures the moist slits of his cocks. 

He wants to beg King to slow down, or at least give his tortured shafts a break, but King couldn't hear him, and wouldn't stop anyway. Not when he was close himself. 

King's thrusts are rough and sloppy, driving his cock deep into Deceit as quick as possible, pulling out halfway, and then thrusting in hard again. With each jolt of Deceit's legs, King was assured he was hitting his prostate, and with the mess over his hand, he knew Deceit was enjoying himself. It's a shame he came so quickly, but King is loving working him up all over again, especially because he felt how firm Deceit got in a matter of minutes, no doubt because of the dual sensations assaulting his body. 

He'd praise Deceit for his short refractory period if he wasn't preoccupied uttering degradations against the wall. 

His own sweat drips down his chiseled face, falling against Deceit's scratched-up hips and traveling down the curves of his body already stained with dried blood and bruises. King was doing a number on him, and they both loved it. 

Deceit can't even feel when King starts to get close, his spit-soaked lips open in a pathetic cry as he comes again, hardly feeling anything spurt from his cocks the second time around. King keeps stroking him, despite his body going limp with overstimulation. 

"Please- please," Deceit begs softly, ashamed at how ruined his own voice sounds as the echo in the room only serves to mock him. 

Lucky for him however, King is nearing his own orgasm, and grips both Deceit's thigh and his cocks tightly as he fucks his cock deep into Deceit's ass, pumping his load into him and filling him with a loud groan. Deceit whines at the feeling, cringing as King rides out his orgasm and unintentionally pushes some of his semen out and down the back of Deceit's thighs, before he finally pulls out. 

Deceit's left stranded there for a few minutes, panting as he blinks away his tears, arms shaking as he hangs, before he feels King's hands on his hips again, this time pulling him gently. And surprisingly, the wall around him shifts and morphs, allowing Deceit to essentially phase through it, before his back is pulled against King's chest, who's sitting in the hallway. The hole in the wall closes as soon as Deceit is out of it. 

Panting, Deceit's eyes flutter closed as King unclips his own cape and bundles it around Deceit's body. "You're- you're not as clever as you think you are," Deceit insists, though his voice is quiet and breathy. King merely laughs at the comment, pressing a kiss to Deceit's wet cheek. 

He picks Deceit up, and begins to carry him back down the hallway, squeezing him affectionately. "I'll run you a bath, and you can complain at me in there." 

Deceit huffs out a laugh of his own. "Deal."

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Voyeurism

!a series of me uploading the kinktober fics/drabbles i made years ago because i didnt back in 2020 for some fuckin reason. if these are bad/poor quality its because theyre old, and ive improved since then :)!

Loceit (Logan x Janus) Day 8: Voyeurism Warnings: Voyeurism, getting caught masturbating

Janus didn't expect hearing such explicit noises coming from Logan's room. He had almost missed it, initially, when he was walking by. But he had managed to catch a moan. He did a double take, when he realized who's room he had just passed.

He backed up, noticing the door was open just a crack. How unprofessional; Janus would have expected Logan to at least be smart enough to close the door.

He had peaked inside, not expecting to see Logan bouncing slowly on a dildo. He still had a shirt on, but his tie was untied, just hanging loosely around his neck.

Logan's face was flushed, and his eyes were screwed shut. Despite the fact he was hardly moving, he looked to be in heaven.

Janus wasn't surprised. It only made sense that Logan got off very rarely, and was therefore more sensitive. How cute.

He stood at the door, continuing to watch as Logan bounced on the toy, enjoying the moans and whines Logan let out. He felt his own cock twitch in his pants at the sight, and he bit his lip. He could go back to his room and get off, which would be the smarter option, or he could stand here and get off to the sight of Logan.

Or...

Janus quietly pushes open the door, before quietly shutting it behind him. He then clears his throat.

"Well, isn't this a sight," he begins, watching as Logan's eyes snap open. He sinks fully down on the toy, but he keeps grinding against it, seemingly desperate for friction. Janus continues, "It seems you accidentally left the door open."

"Absurd," Logan responds, almost immediately. He's panting quietly. "I don't do things accidentally."

Janus raises an eyebrow. "You left it open on purpose, then? Were you just hoping someone would walk by and catch you?"

"I was."

"Shameless, aren't you. And rather kinky-"

"I'm not kinky."

Janus tsks, strutting up to Logan and quickly grabbing his chin. He firmly tilts Logan's face upwards, bringing their faces close together.

"Oh, Logan, you and I both know that's a lie."

Logan's the one who ends up closing the gap between then, desperate for human affection, or just human contact in general. He knew what he was doing leaving his door open - of course he did. He was hoping someone would walk in on him - he was hoping someone would catch him. Both due to the thrill of being caught doing something so unlike him, and the way he felt when that person inevitably touched him.

As Janus was doing now.

He had released Logan's chin, and his hands had begun roaming over Logan's body. It felt weird, because of Janus's gloves, but Logan was just desperate for any contact in general.

Janus's tongue slipped into Logan's mouth, Logan moaning at the unfamiliar feeling.

He got off occasionally by himself, sometimes finding himself randomly aroused, or stressed and in need of relief. But he had always craved another person. He'd never admit it, of course, because then he'd sound stupid.

Logan sat up on his knees, both trying to deepen the kiss and get off the toy, but Janus's hands are on his hips in an instant, and his roughly forced back down.

His back arches as he lets out a high moan, nails digging into the fabric covering Janus's arms.

"Janus?" Logan asks, questioningly, his face flushed. Janus raises an eyebrow in response, a smirk on his face.

"Yes?"

"I thought you were-"

"Going to fuck you?" Janus chuckled, hand coming to hover in front of his lips as he did so. He glances at Logan's pathetic looking figure, eyes shining. "No. I'd much rather sit here and watch you get off. It's such an alluring sight."

Of course, he'd love to see Logan beneath him at some point, but that was best saved for a later time. Right now, he just wanted to watch, and maybe tease Logan, as he fucked himself on that toy.

Logan's cheeks turn a bright red, causing Janus to raise an eyebrow. Embarrassment, perhaps?

Janus takes a seat on the bed across from Logan, watching him expectantly with a smirk on his face. Logan dares to glance down, and he notices that Janus was clearly hard in his pants.

Logan clears his throat, looking back at Janus. "Are you sure you don't want me to help you with-"

"I'm sure," Janus cuts him off, at Logan swallows the spit in his mouth. Is he too shy? The little nerd, the one who wanted to get caught, too embarrassed to keep going.

"Are you too flustered to continue, Logan?" Janus purrs, words more meant to tease than to accuse. Logan swallows and shakes his head, before shakily lifting himself back up, and slamming himself back down, letting out a loud moan as he does so.

He definitely seems more hesitant now that he knows he has an audience, but he was still horny and in need of relief, so he kept bouncing on the toy.

Janus watched him intensely, watching as Logan let out a moan every time he went down, how his hands toyed with himself, and the way his eyes would look at everything but Janus.

How cute.

Logan slowly began bouncing faster, a single bead of sweat dripping down his forehead. He didn't do things like this often, so he got a bit of a workout from this. He was spurred on by Janus's groans and moans as he palmed himself through his pants, eyes never moving anywhere but Logan.

Logan's face was flushed a light red as he moved a bit faster, moans continuing to spill from his mouth. His head rolls back as he lets out a whine, and his back arches as he sinks down one final time, moaning as he comes.

He sits up and pushes the toy away, before sitting back down on the bed. He looks at Janus, who's face has a light dust of pink on it.

"Enjoy watching?" Logan asks, panting slightly.

Janus is quick to nod. "Very much so. Does your offer of helping me out still stand?"

Logan nods, and shuffles closer.

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Happy Halloween

!a series of me uploading the kinktober fics/drabbles i made years ago because i didnt back in 2020 for some fuckin reason. if these are bad/poor quality its because theyre old, and ive improved since then :)!

Intrulogical (Remus x Logan) Day 31: Dressed up Warnings: sex, choking, degradation

"Oh," Logan exclaims, quite surprised, as he descends the stairs. Laying on the couch is Remus, donned in more casual, and more revealing wear compared to his usual, costume-y attire.

Logan couldn't blame him, though, as he was dressed very much the same. His normal shirt and tie were replaced with a looser fitting tee-shirt, and his blue jeans had been swapped out for a rather tight fitting pair of shorts that just barely stretched past his boxers.

Remus looks up as Logan gets to the bottom of the stairs, and Logan finishes his thought with "you're still here."

Remus grins at him, responding "yup!"

Logan raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms where he stands. His lips were pursed, and admittedly, he was a bit annoyed. "Everyone usually goes out to Roman's side of the imagination on Halloween," Logan says. "Roman makes a whole neighbourhood to go trick or treating, and even though you and Janus don't usually like it, you still like to go and torment them."

They were adults, but in Roman's words that didn't mean they didn't get to have fun. Logan had stayed back every year though, preferring the silence and having the empty house to himself.

That doesn't appear to have happened this year, though, as Remus was carelessly lounging on the couch. At home. Not outside, with the others.

Remus just shrugs though, seemingly not getting what was so surprising about this. "I didn't want to go this year. It's been getting kind of... lame, recently. It's always too similar to the year before. They scream, I laugh, they scold me, and repeat!" His hands move wildly as he speaks, and Logan finds himself drawn to the movement, although he's still unhappy with the way this night has seemingly turned out.

"I still do have my costume though," Remus adds, as he picks his teeth with his sharp nails. "Although, it'd probably look better on you anyway." He turns to grin at Logan, and Logan just rolls his eyes in response.

"The clothes you're wearing now are pretty hot too though," Remus continues, and Logan's half tempted to go back upstairs and spend the rest of Halloween alone in his room. Remus opens his arms wide though, and beckons Logan closer, and although Logan would probably rather skip out on whatever Remus was planning to do, he was admittedly curious.

So, with a sigh, he walks over to Remus, and Remus is quick to pull Logan into his lap. Although he's still sitting down, Logan straddles his lap, and Remus's hands quickly rub over Logan's bare legs and upper thighs, his face contorting into a slight frown as he reaches the shorts.

Although they're short, and although they're tight, they still cover too much of Logan for Remus's taste.

"At least the costume I have would show off more of your body," Remus quips, before grinning back up at Logan's unamused face.

He doesn't seem fazed at all by Remus's touching and his words, but eventually he says "what costume is it?"

"Little red riding hood," Remus sings, finally moving to sit himself up, and keeping Logan in his lap all the while. "I was planning to create a back of horrid looking werewolves to scare the others, but I decided against it." He leans a bit closer to Logan's face though, eyes shining in a way that easily tells Logan that Remus's mind is racing with ideas. "I could always still have some fun with that costume though, so long as you consent."

With another sigh, Logan reviews his options. he can say no and leave and never bring this up again, or he could accept Remus's offer and potentially be thrusted into an unpredictable time with Remus primarily in control.

And unfortunately, Logan was leaning towards that second option.

"Fine," Logan says, with a shrug. "I'll hear out your proposal. My final decision has yet to be made, though," Logan adds, not wanting Remus to think that this was an automatic "yes" to everything he had planned.

Remus seems content with that, though, as he smiles, and then nods, saying "yeah, okay! That's okay!" He scoops Logan up moments later, and then Logan's effortlessly tossed over his shoulder. One of Remus's hands land firmly against his ass, feeling and groping over the unfortunately clothed skin.

The tips of his fingers run over the shorts and over his bare ass, and Logan would be embarrassed to admit to anyone that he weirdly enjoys the feeling of Remus's fingers rubbing and squeezing at the fat.

Remus's fingers continue to pinch at Logan's ass and upper thighs until they reach Remus's room, where Logan's promptly thrown onto Remus's bed as Remus turns his attention to his closet.

He pulls out an outfit surprisingly dangling from a hanger, and Logan can get a good look at the little red riding hood costume.

Well, it sure is something.

Frilly white sleeves that puff around the shoulder and a cut open front with only ribbons that lace it up. With the way the ribbon is weaved, the cut out is still large enough to expose someone's nipples. A black, tight waistband wraps around the middle, and a short, puffy red skirt flares out from it. White frills line the bottom of the dress, and clipped onto the edge of the skirt is a pair of white thigh-highs with red bows at the top of them, and a pair of thin, white panties with red lace trim. Attached to the shoulders was a long red cape with a hood, although Remus eventually tugs it away and tosses it to the ground, deciding it was unneeded.

It was simple, but as Logan stares at it, he gulps.

He was taller than Remus by a few inches, so the already short skirt would be even shorter in contrast to his long legs, and since he had a heavier build, it'd no doubt be tighter against his body as well.

"So?" comes Remus's voice, although he doesn't really sound like he's asking Logan's opinion in order to know if they were going to continue. Instead, he sounded like he wanted to hear Logan stammer and struggle to get any of his feelings about the outfit out while still remaining perfectly composed all the while.

Logan clears his throat, glancing away from the dress in order to formulate his words carefully; he wanted to make sure that he didn't sound embarrassingly eager or too excited, although both were accurate for his current state.

"It's definitely something you'd wear," Logan says, tugging on the collar of his shirt. "There's still time to put it on yourself and go mess with the others."

"Sure there is," Remus replies, glancing over Logan's figure, as if trying to detect any uncomfortable aura radiating from him. Sensing it was more embarrassment than necessarily being uncomfortable, he continues "I'd rather play dress up with my cute little nerd instead." He grins wider, slightly wiggling the dress as if to entice Logan into wearing the thing, and Logan sighs.

"Okay, Remus. Hand it over."

"No!" Remus exclaims, as he pulls the dress closer to his body. "Let me dress you up. Please?" he whines, bottom lip jutting out in a pout, and Logan sighs again, before stating "fine."

If it pleases Remus, then he might as well, and it makes Remus's happily slap his hands against his thighs before moving towards the bed. He carelessly tosses the outfit to the side, and urges Logan to stay on the bed as Remus's hands slip under his shirt almost immediately. He's briefly feeling over the skin and pinching at Logan's nipples before he's pulling away and gripping at the edge of Logan's shirt instead.

He quickly pulls it up and over Logan's head, accidentally taking his glasses with it, but Logan doesn't reach for them so Remus carefully sets them on the nightstand, before going back to Logan. He stares briefly at the short shorts Logan was wearing before he pulls those down, managing to pull Logan's boxers and socks down too, leaving Logan completely nude and exposed sitting on the edge of the bed.

Although he presses his thighs together slightly, he seems otherwise unbothered by his nudity, and Remus seems pleased that Logan doesn't go through extreme legs to slap his hands over his genitalia or nipples. He'd rather see them on display anyway, and he has to shake his head to snap himself out of his own thoughts so he can instead scoot to the other side of the bed and grab the little red riding hood costume.

He peels away the thigh-highs and panties first, and with firm hands he guides Logan's legs throw the holes on the panties and then slides them up. Logan stands as the fabric goes up his thighs, allowing Remus easier access to pull the underwear up over his cock and ass, neither of which were very hidden by the thin material.

Secondly, Remus grabs the thigh highs, and he pushes Logan back onto the bed so he can grab each sock individually and slowly slide them up Logan's legs one by one, his own hands taking extra time to rub over them as if worshipping the limbs, before he backs away from the socks.

Lastly was the dress, which as Remus flipped over, Logan realized had a laced back. Remus pulled out the ribbon holding the back in place and it loosens the outfit enough that Logan should be able to put it on.

"Arms up, baby," Remus coos, and when Logan puts his arms up, Remus slides the dress over his head. Logan works his own arms through the arm holes, and then once again he's standing, although this time with his back to Remus so Remus can grip the silky ribbon and re-lace the back. He slowly feeds the ribbon through the holes in a crisscross motion, pulling on it every so often to tighten the dress against Logan's body.

The black waistband was hardly elastic and hugged his waist tightly, and Remus lacing up the back only served to compress his shirt tighter. He was left gasping by the time Remus finished, and then Remus claps his hands behind him.

"Oo! That skirt hardly covers anything!" Remus exclaims, clearly giddy by the fact Logan's ass was just barely hidden by the all-too-short skirt. Remus also was staring at his thighs, more specifically at the bulge just above the thigh-highs due to how tight the socks were compared to his thick thighs.

Logan attempts to smooth out the front of his skirt, before Remus's hands are on his waist ushering him to turn around.

Remus's eyes scan over his body fully, before he says "I might have to put some makeup on that pretty little face of yours eventually." His thumb slides over Logan's lip, and Remus leans upwards to press a few kisses to the underside of Logan's jaw. "Imagine pretty lipstick being smeared all over your lips and ruined by my cock fucking your throat and my come over your face. You'd look like such a pathetic mess."

He was exciting himself at the thought, but considering the fact Logan merely looked slightly curious and nothing more, Remus decided he'd bring it up some other day, provided Logan will be down to do something like this again.

After a bit of kissing at Logan's neck and his hands sliding under the skirt to pinch and grab at Logan's ass, he pushes Logan back on the bed, and Logan willingly lays down fully. Remus scrambles to get overtop of him, one of his hands pushing the skirt up while the other cups Logan's face, and finally Remus leans closer to press a kiss to Logan's lips.

Arms wrapping up to pull Remus closer, Logan tilts his head slightly so his lips move more fluidly against Remus's. He finally lets his stoic façade melt a bit, eyebrows creasing as Remus's hand slides over his crotch, rubbing at his cock through the panties. Instinctively, his legs spread wider apart, much to Remus's delight, as he bites at Logan's bottom lip before pulling away entirely.

"Can we have sex?" Remus asks, suddenly, looking rather hopeful as his hand continues rubbing over Logan's growing hard on. "Please, Logan? Can I fuck your tight hole?"

Logan props himself up on his elbows, as he replies with "is this why you stayed back this year? You know you could just proposition me whenever." It's a very true statement; Logan would be willing to have sex quite often, as long as he wasn't busy.

Remus just whines, though, as he states "but you're much louder when you know the other's aren't home," and Logan can't really argue against a statement he knows to be true, so he sighs, and instead answers Remus's previous question with "yes, I suppose we can have sex."

His answer prompts Remus to squeal, arms slapping lightly against Logan this time as he happily stims, before he reaches over Logan in order to fully pull out the drawer so he can more efficiently look for the lube, and he grabs it in a matter of moments.

"Do you need to be stretched?" Remus asks, shifting so he can impatiently pull off his own pants and boxers, before holding the lube tighter, waiting for Logan's response so he knows whether to get straight to putting it over his cock or if he needs to put it over his fingers first.

Logan shakes his head, and Remus seems quite giddy that they can jump right into it. He shouldn't be surprised by Logan's answer, and frankly he isn't, due to how much they have sex regularly, but sometimes Logan's into being stretched, and Remus does enjoy pushing him to an orgasm just with his fingers.

He quickly slathers lube over his cock, before he wipes the excess on his sheets, uncaring of the mess. He then grabs Logan's thighs and gives them a squeeze, letting go of one in order to move Logan's panties to the side. He didn't want to take them off, and he could always get another pair if and when they're ruined.

He slides his cock into Logan without any hesitance, letting out a lewd moan at the feeling of Logan clenching down on his cock. Logan's head turns to the side at the intrusion, biting his lip as his eyebrows raise and his hands reach above him to grab at the mattress. Remus can hardly help licking his lips at the sight, before he leans down to catch Logan's lips in yet another kiss, sloppily moving his mouth against Logan's and biting relentlessly at his lips.

His tongue slides effortlessly into Logan's mouth, and when he pulls away he immediately moves to kiss and nip at Logan's jaw. He stays still for a moment, before impatience catches the best of him, and he pulls out only to thrust harshly back in, earning a particularly loud moan from Logan.

"That's right, baby," Remus coos, as his mouth trails lower, teeth trailing over Logan's neck. "Let me hear your whorish moans." His thrusts start up slow as he lets his mouth work over Logan's neck, teeth puncturing Logan's skin and drawing blood. It's been too long since Logan's let him mark him like this, and he sucks a few hickeys over the bite marks before deciding to just suck normal hickeys over Logan's collarbone.

His thrusts speed up as he moves down to Logan's chest, tonguing and teasing Logan's nipples as his hand tightens around Logan's thigh. His sharp nails dig into the fat, and as he moves his head away from his body entirely, he gets to finally get a good look at Logan's face.

Eyes squeezed shut and drool leaking down his chin, Logan looks like an adorably pathetic mess.

Whines and moans are slipping past his lips, head thrown back in a moan as one of Remus's thrusts drive into his prostate, and Remus just grins wider. With a firm grip, he pulls Logan closer, before one of his hands slither up Logan's body in order to grasp at his throat.

He doesn't squeeze just yet, but he does raise an eyebrow, smirk present on his face on he says "I really need to get you a collar. Maybe a pretty blue one with a leash so I can drag you around like the bitch you are." He squeezes Logan's throat teasingly, thrusting harder into his ass, emitting a cry from Logan as his back arches. "Maybe even a shock collar, so I can zap you whenever I please and make you fall to your knees, shaking. Perhaps even a tag on it with my name to show who you belong to."

"Please," Logan gasps out, one of his hands coming to Remus's and squeezing over it, giving his consent to be choked, and it makes Remus grin.

"Whore," Remus spits, although he does in fact squeeze upon being given permission, and Logan's hand falls besides his body, fingers once again scrunching the sheets as he holds tight to them. He whines at Remus's words, before he lets out a choked off moan as Remus holds tighter.

The sensation of Remus repeatedly thrusting into his prostate mixed with one of his hands trailing and squeezing over his thighs and the other cutting off his blood flow and making him feel pleasurably light headed.

Whenever he needed to breath, he'd tap on Remus's hand and Remus would ease up on his pressure, allowing Logan to gulp in a needed breath before Remus goes back to pulling it from him.

"You look fucking stupid," Remus grits, his own eyes staying shut for a few brief moments as he fucks into Logan's hole. "Drooling like a slut and moaning like one too. I bet you'd even get off just on being dressed up like a fucking courtesan."

"Close," Logan gasps out, and Remus squeezes harder to cut off any words entirely.

"If you can still speak then apparently I'm not fucking you hard enough," Remus comments, although he does heed Logan's warning and moves the hand previously settled on his thigh to his cock, stroking him slowly despite his hard and fast thrusts.

Admittedly, he was close too, and he growls out "want me to come inside your tight hole? Stuff you full of my come, bitch?" His hand eases on Logan's throat, allowing Logan to answer, and the audible breath Logan sucks in makes Remus shiver with pleasure.

"Yes," Logan moans out, seconds later. "Please, yes. Come inside of me." He was pleaded for something entirely unhygienic, but it was Halloween. This was what he was considering to be his treat, and it's not like Remus's come would be inside him forever.

Remus grins wider at Logan's answer, purring out "good boy," as he strokes Logan's cock faster, as if rewarding him for giving Remus exactly what he wanted, and Logan arches into it, a quavering moan slipping from his lips, along with near incoherent babbles that are cut short by Remus's hand tightening yet again, much to Remus's delight.

His eyes roll back into his head as Remus comes inside of him with one final thrust, Remus squeezing his throat tight as he lets out a moan of his own as he releases, before riding out his orgasm with a few final thrusts.

He lets himself come to a stop, although he does continue stroking Logan's cock as he pants out "come on, Logan. Come for me, baby. Make a mess of your pretty dress like the pathetic slut you are."

And, well, Logan can't hold back after that, as he comes with a loud cry over Remus's hand and the bottom of the dress, and Remus coos as he basically makes a mess of himself. He's drooling, there's come over the dress and his thighs, and when Remus inevitably pulls out, come begins to leak out of his hole too.

"Messy, messy," Remus tuts, and Logan rolls his eyes in response, before he sucks in a deeper breath.

"Can we shower?" he asks, after a moment, and Remus immediately whines at the question. Logan is in a much worse state than he's in, but he prefers it that way, especially because Logan's so pretty when he looks like a whore. But, alas, he knows Logan values hygiene.

So, Remus pouts, and says "fine, we can shower. Consider that my treat to you, this Halloween. And I'll consider this round of sex your treat to me."

"How generous," Logan quips, as he reaches for Remus, and Remus carefully scoops him up and carries him to the bathroom. The others wouldn't be home until much later, which meant Remus could spend extra time in the shower with him, making sure all the come was pushed out of him and that his wounds were effectively cleaned up without leaving Logan to do it on his own.

He starts the water and then stands there holding Logan for a bit, enjoying their intimate time where they could be alone together without any disruption, and Remus could tell from the way Logan leaned into him and pressed fluttering kisses to Remus's shoulder that he enjoyed it too.

And in reality, Remus staying back from going trick-or-treating happened to be a genuine treat for the both of them; that being rough sex and affectionate aftercare, and both of them end up deciding that this was one of the best Halloweens yet.

[anxiousgaypanicking]

In Public

!a series of me uploading the kinktober fics/drabbles i made years ago because i didnt back in 2020 for some fuckin reason. if these are bad/poor quality its because theyre old, and ive improved since then :)!

Rosleep (Roman x Remy) Day 13: in public Warnings: exhibitionism, handjobs, almost getting caught

To be fair, for once, it wasn't Remy's idea. Roman was the one who inexplicably suggested doing more things in public.

They were discussing kinks, as they were both rather open, and exhibitionism just happened to be one of Roman's. And who was Remy to not indulge him in such a fun kink?

Which led them to know. Patton and Logan joined Roman and Remy at the table so they could eat breakfast. The others were either busy or uninterested. Roman had made pancakes, and Remy brewed coffee (for himself, really, but everyone else took it upon themselves to drink it).

Roman obviously expected them all to enjoy his cooking. And, they did.

What he didn't expect was for Remy to set a hand on his thigh, under the table, and start rubbing it slowly.

They were all still in pajamas, and for Roman that just meant short shorts and a tee shirt. Unfortunately for him, that meant Remy had pretty much unrestricted access to Roman's pretty body.

Remy kept talking with the others as if he was doing nothing, so Roman shrugs it off as Remy just being affectionate.

"You made sure to bring Virgil a plate, right Logan?" Patton asks, and Logan nods at the question, taking a small bite of pancake. With their attention on each other, Remy seizes the opportunity to slide his hand up Roman's thigh.

It's an innocent enough action... until Remy's hand dips to Roman's inner thigh, and lightly rubs over Roman's crotch.

Roman's face immediately turns bright red, and he lets out a squeak, alerting the other two.

"Roman?" Logan questions, looking at him confused. Patton looked worried, and his eyes were asking the same question.

Roman knew he had to cover for himself, so he quickly gulps and says "sorry! I thought I saw a spider." He's trying to subtly roll his hips against Remy's hand, the other two's attention on him just making this so much better.

That caused Patton to let out a small squeal and curl up in his chair. "Where?!"

"I think it's gone already," Roman responds, while Remy takes the chance to slide his hand into Roman's shorts, and past his boxers, hand gripping the prince's hard cock. Roman holds back a whimper at the action, attempting to discretely buck his hips. Remy's hand is moving torturously slow up and down his cock, and Roman's half tempted to tell him to go faster.

Remy finally glances over at him, a smug smile on his face. "Yeah. Gone."

Roman glares at him, but Remy speeds up his hand, and Roman bites down on his tongue in order to suppress a moan.

He's hunched over the table at his point, hand shakily holding his fork. He stabs at his pancake, and quickly puts the piece into his mouth, hoping the chewing will distract him from the arousal pooling in his stomach.

He was already so embarrassingly close, extremely turned on by the risk of the situation and how smug Remy was being.

Remy smirks, and moves slightly, easily putting on an innocent expression.

"Oh, babe, you got some syrup on your face," he says, and Roman's brows furrow. He goes to grab a napkin and wipe his face off, but Remy balls his hand in Roman's shirt before he gets the chance to. Remy pulls Roman close and connects their lips, easily slipping his tongue into Roman's mouth.

Remy peaks one of his eyes open, and sees Logan scrunching up his face, before he dumps his empty plate into the sink and walks off, probably to get away from the two sickly lovebirds.

Patton on the other hand is just focused on his food and the Sunday Comics in the newspaper on the table.

Perfect.

Remy moves his hand faster, his thumb running over Roman's slit before sliding back down. He continues to do that, enjoying the way he made Roman squirm. And before Roman can help himself, a quiet moan escapes his mouth.

He immediately pushes Remy's chest away and looks at Patton, who's too busy laughing at a comic. Remy laughs quietly, and Roman turns his attention back to him.

"Pretty boy," Remy coos, quiet enough that Patton can't hear. And Roman lets out the tiniest of whimpers.

His hand is still stroking Roman's cock, never faltering, bringing him closer and closer with each passing second.

"Remy," Roman pouts, face a dark red.

Remy grins at Roman's pitiful response, before tilting his head towards Patton.

"Patty, baby, Ro and I will clean up the kitchen for you," Remy says, and Patton turns his attention to him.

"Are you sure? You know I don't mind cleaning up after my kiddos!"

"We're sure," Roman says, quickly, hands gripping the edge of the table tightly. "We want to help out a bit, padre."

Patton smiles and nods. "Okay boys! If you really want to." He then takes the last bite of his pancake, grabs his newspaper, and walks out of the kitchen.

Remy's lips are back on Roman's in an instant, and Roman hardly has time to give a warning before his head is thrown back in a silent moan and he's coming over Remy's hand and his own shirt and shorts. He slumps back in his chair, Remy giving his cock a few more strokes before he lets it go, grabbing a napkin and wiping his hand off.

"You, sir, are a bitch," Roman says, looking rather blissful.

"And you, babe, are my bitch."

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Eating Out

!a series of me uploading the kinktober fics/drabbles i made years ago because i didnt back in 2020 for some fuckin reason. if these are bad/poor quality its because theyre old, and ive improved since then :)!

Losleep (Remy x Logan) Day 2: Eating out Warnings: eating ass

"You know, Thomas can't really fall asleep with his brain running a mile a minute," Remy said, leaning against the logical traits door with a sweet smelling coffee in hand.

"It's practically impossible for anyone to run a mile per minute," Logan responds, eyes not moving from computer screen. He continued typing, as he continued explaining. "The world record time for the fastest mile run is three minutes and forty three seconds."

Remy rolls his eyes. "You know what I meant."

"I don't."

"For someone who claims to be so smart-"

"Don't."

Remy grinned, and he could see Logan hunch over slightly. Remy whistled, strolling fully into the room.

"Sitting like that is bad for your posture, babe," Remy advises him, moving to stand right at the side of the chair. He takes a large sip of his coffee, before setting it down on Logan's desk. That gets Logan to stop.

He glares at Remy. "Move that. My workspace is not a place for you to leave your trash."

"This is half full. Far from trash, if ya ask me."

"Well, I'm not asking you. I'm telling you. I have work to do, Sleep, and you do too. Thomas shouldn't be awake at this hour."

Remy rolls his eyes again. "You think I don't know that? Bitch, the first thing I said when I walked in was that Thomas couldn't sleep. And that's not entirely my fault. I can only do so much for him. His brain is keeping him awake."

Logan sighs, staring at Remy for a few seconds, and Remy believes he's won.

But then, Logan just turns back to his work, causing Remy to let out a groan.

Well, guess he'd have to use force.

He gripped the back of Logan's chair, before spinning it so that he and Logan were face to face.

"For someone who wants best for Thomas, you sure aren't trying very hard," Remy says, roughly grabbing Logan's chin and pulls their faces close together.

Logan's eyes go wide for a minute, before they narrow. He goes to retaliate, but Remy beats him to it.

"Sitting that close to a screen will hurt your beautiful eyes babe. Give you a headache too. But you've already had one, if not more of those. Don't think I didn't notice the bottle of Ibuprofen on your desk." He releases Logan's chin, and instead, grabs Logan's wrists and pulls him up and out of the chair.

"Tell me, why can't you just put this stuff off until tomorrow?"

"Because it needs to be done tonight-!"

"Oh? It needs to be done tonight?" He pushes Logan onto the bed.

"That's what I just-"

"You know what else needs to be done tonight? A whole lotta sleepin', and I'm willing to help our host in any way that I can," Remy purrs, crawling onto the bed after Logan. "And if that means helping you destress in order to do so, then so be it."

Remy's now positioned so that he's straddling Logan's lap, hunched over Logan as Logan's back is pressed to the bed.

Logan's hands are on Remy's shoulders, but Remy can tell Logan's mind is still on his work.

So Remy's hand slides down and grips Logan's tie, pulling it so that Logan's face is once again close to his. His other hand is busy rubbing up and down Logan's side, an all too comforting gesture that greatly contrasted with how intensely he was staring down Logan.

"May I?" Remy suddenly asks, a smug smirk creeping onto his face.

Logan, getting the implications, spared one last look at his computer, before sighing out a tired "you have my consent." Remy grinned, wasting no time as he worked to strip Logan, Logan helping as best he could.

Although, there really wasn't a need to, considering how quickly Remy tore the clothes off of him.

"I believe this is less to help me destress and more to satisfy your high sex drive," Logan states, frowning when Remy removes his glasses from his face.

He can still see somewhat decently, but he prefers to wear them in order to avoid getting headaches.

Remy then removes his own sunglasses, revealing his own dark brown eyes.

"I won't be satisfying myself in any way," Remy counters, his hands roaming over Logan's nude body. It was stiff and rigid, as if Logan was incapable of relaxing.

Knowing him, it probably was.

Logan was surprisingly fit, though, which Remy would be more surprised about if he hadn't already seen Logan shirtless. He had broad shoulders, but looked to just be skinny and lanky when you looked at him normally.

But naked? He was well toned, his arms and legs definitely held muscle, and-

"Remy, can you hurry up?" Logan asks, voice rather irritated. Remy tsks, hands coming to rest on Logan's thighs.

"I was just admiring your body," Remy says, as he spreads Logan's thighs apart. Out of nowhere, he slaps the inside of one of them, and Logan lets out a mix between a squeak and a whine. He then glares at Remy, while Remy just grins.

"Can you flip yourself over for me please, love?" Remy asks, hands massaging Logan's thighs.

Logan does as he says and flips himself onto his hands and knees, before saying "I thought you wouldn't be satisfying yourself in any way," clearly expecting Remy to fuck him.

He gasps, and is rather caught off guard however, as he feels a wet muscle prodding at his entrance.

He instinctually pushes himself back on it, only for the stimulation to disappear almost immediately.

Logan whines, and he hears Remy chuckle behind him, his hands going back to running over Logan's body.

"Remy..." Logan whines out, and Remy's hands pause where they are. He bends over Logan's back, lips hovering right above Logan's ear.

"Yeah babe?" Remy responds, voice quiet and low. Logan whines in response.

He was embarrassed to admit that his cock was fully hard, just from the touches and light stimulation. He didn't partake in sexual acts often, so his body was rather sensitive when it came to this sort of thing.

"Are you really going to make me ask?"

Remy grins at Logan's rushed out question, before he places a kiss to the side of Logan's head.

"Nah. Guess not. I'm here to help, although, I'll admit that hearing you beg is a pretty hot thought," he answers, pressing a kiss between Logan's shoulder blades. Logan just rolls his eyes.

He feels Remy's hands running over his body yet again, and found himself getting a bit irritated, as he assumed that Remy wasn't going to give him what he wanted. That was, until, he felt Remy spread his cheeks, and his tongue back at his asshole.

Logan whined, pushing his face into the pillows, as Remy held his ass up with his hands holding tight around his waist.

Remy's tongue is lapping at Logan's asshole, before he slowly prods the entrance. Logan let out a shaky breath at the action, pushing back on the muscle.

Remy begins to thrust his tongue in and out of Logan's ass, the logical side, gasping and moaning at the actions.

In a matter of time, Logan was gasping out that he was close, his own hand coming to work his cock. He moaned as he began jacking himself off, Remy continuing to thrust into his ass as his hands massaged Logan's hips.

Logan came with a whine, before Remy pulled his tongue out and released Logan, said man falling into his own mess on the bed.

He let out a slightly disgusted noise, as he landed in his own come.

"I need to wash my sheets now," he mutters, and he hears Remy laugh.

"Yeah, you do. You could probably also use a shower. Buuuuut," Remy drew out the word as he shrugged off his jacket and pulled off his jeans, before crawling into bed with Logan. "You can always do that tomorrow," he finishes, pulling Logan to his chest, holding him rather tightly in case he planned on escaping.

Knowing Logan, he'd probably just get right back up early tomorrow and continue working, but for now, Logan could use some sleep. And he was finally relaxed enough to get some.

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Hypnosis

!a series of me uploading the kinktober fics/drabbles i made years ago because i didnt back in 2020 for some fuckin reason. if these are bad/poor quality its because theyre old, and ive improved since then :)!

Moceit (Patton x Janus) Day 5: Hypnotism Warnings: Hypnotism, grinding

Patton tried to keep from seeming too excited, as he hummed and danced while hanging out in the kitchen.

He was baking cookies, one of the only things he could decently make (curse Thomas's poor cooking skills having an affect on him), although, anticipation coursed through his veins.

Logan had brought up something about how the dark sides seemed to have an animal traits that correlated with physical features and abilities. While Patton was unsure if this was true in Virgil's sake, as he had never seen anything even remotely animal like (other than his unnaturally sharp canines) on the man, he knew it was definitely true for Janus and Remus.

Remus had his tentacles, which he liked to flaunt. He tended to have them out constantly, whether that be to annoy his brother or to just stick himself to the ceiling, who cares.

And Janus obviously had his scales than ran down the left side of his body. They were predominately on his face, and then appeared in patches running down his torso and leg, having larger patches on his shoulder, hip, elbow, and knee.

But... they watched The Jungle Book recently, and that part with the snake hypnotizing Mowgli came up, and that's all Patton could think about.

He knew that it was silly, and that there was no scientific evidence that snakes could actually hypnotize their prey (he had asked Logan after the movie, playing it off as just being curious), but he still wanted to make sure.

So, he had asked Janus, and received the answer he didn't want to, that no, snakes can't actually hypnotize their prey.

But, that didn't mean Janus couldn't hypnotize people.

Janus had worded it vaguely, simply saying he had been interested in the workings of hypnosis, and he'd practiced some of the techniques. He mentioned that he'd been able to put himself in a few trances (usually after a particularly rough day with the light sides) but said he had never tried it out on another side before, so he was unsure if it worked on others or not.

So, he'd put Patton in a trance, and given him some triggers.

The catch was, Patton didn't know what the triggers were. Janus didn't even bother testing them after installing them, claiming he wanted to leave them "for a rainy day."

So, that led Patton to where he was now, anticipation practically eating him from the inside out, as he waited for Janus to trigger it.

Maybe he had already, and it didn't work. The whole point of this was to test whether or not he could hypnotize others.

Speaking of Janus, said side sauntered into the kitchen. His cape and hat had been discarded. It was a subtle change, but it made him look somewhat more casual. He smiled when he saw Patton was there.

"Good afternoon, Patton," Janus says, and Patton's head snaps around to look at him.

His face flushes, much to his dismay. He clears his throat, and responds "hey there, Jay!"

"What are you making, dear?" Janus asks, placing a hand on Patton's hip as he sets his head on Patton's shoulder, glancing into the oven.

"Cookies," Patton answers, trying to ignore the subtle way Janus rubbed his hips.

"Oh? Well, that's rather ironic," Janus says, and Patton raises an eyebrow, wondering briefly what Janus meant. He didn't have to think about it for long though, as Janus continued. "Those smell delicious, but I have my cookie in my arms."

Patton suddenly felt weak in the knees, as a blissful wave of nothingness crashed over him. He leaned into Janus, the deceitful side smiling. Moments later, Patton blinked, and glanced up at Janus.

"Wha-?"

"Cookie," Janus repeated, before Patton could finish, and the man's eyes rolled back into his head, his legs finally giving out on him as he fully leaned on Janus. The man's arms around his waist were the only thing keeping him upright.

Janus quickly picked Patton up, and brought him into the main room, setting Patton down on the couch. The man's head lulled to the side, before he finally snapped back to attention. His cheeks were bright red as he hesitantly met Janus's eyes. Janus was smiling sweetly at him.

"Do you like that trigger? I thought that'd be a fun one for you," he coos, cupping Patton's face. Patton leans into the touch.

"It sure is... interesting. Why 'cookie,' though?"

"Because, it's a sweet nickname for you," Janus responds, as he sits next to Patton on the couch. He pulls the moral side onto his lap, Patton blushing darker at the position. "Colour?" Janus then asks, and Patton quickly responds "green."

He then opens his mouth to say something else, but Janus mumbles "cookie," before he can. Patton's body slumps over Janus's, another wave of nothingness crashing over him. Drool pools at the corner of his mouth, some of it dripping onto Janus's neck.

Janus cringes at the feeling, but doesn't reprimand Patton for it, as it was something he couldn't exactly control.

Patton was uncomfortably hard in his jeans, loving how Janus could use his mind like a plaything. When he came to yet again, he gently grinds down against Janus's leg, letting out a shaky moan at the friction. Janus smirks at the action.

His hands plant themselves on Patton's hips, staring into the man's eyes. "Are you really this worked up already? Just from a simple trigger? My, my." Janus tuts, and Patton whines.

He can't help it! He would be lying if he said he didn't find the fact Janus could use this on him all the time hot.

"That isn't the only trigger I have installed," Janus then says, and Patton's eyes widen. This isn't? Janus has implemented others? Patton shivers in anticipation.

"Oh? Are you curious?" Janus asks, knowing full well Patton is. Patton nods eagerly, trying to resist the urge to grind against Janus again.

"Well, I guess I can't blame you," he continues, hands gently running over Patton's sides. Patton whines at the contact, before Janus captures his lips. Patton immediately moans into the kiss, a rush of pleasure overtaking him. What was happening?

He felt like he was being touched, fucked, pleasured, and Janus still just had his hands lightly running over Patton's body.

Janus smirked, as Patton connected the dots. He expected the feeling to fade shortly after, just like the nothingness did, but it didn't. Patton's hands gripped tight to Janus's shoulders, unable to keep from rolling his hips against Janus's thigh. Janus didn't try to stop him, letting Patton get himself off.

"Jay," Patton moans, as Janus kissed around his face and neck. None of them added to the feeling of pleasure he was receiving which made Patton wonder if it only happened if Janus kissed his lips.

Imagine this happening every time they kissed. The idea made Patton whine.

Janus smirks, one of his gloved hands sliding under Patton's shirt. "Yes, cookie?" Janus responds, sweetly, and Patton's head rolls to the side, Janus still guiding the man's hips with his hands.

Patton comes with a sweet moan of Janus's name, before slumping over. Janus smiles, gently rubbing Patton's back.

"How are you feeling?" Janus asks, and Patton lets out a soft laugh.

"Really good."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Janus smiles. "I can get rid of the triggers, if you want. I know how inconvenient it would be to feel this way whenever we kissed."

"What about the 'cookie' trigger?"

Janus hummed. "Would you want to keep that?"

"Yes, please Jay."

Janus laughed softly, placing a kiss to the side of Patton's head. "Then yeah, we can keep it."

"Okay. I love you Jay."

"Love you too, Patton."

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Handjobs

!a series of me uploading the kinktober fics/drabbles i made years ago because i didnt back in 2020 for some fuckin reason. if these are bad/poor quality its because theyre old, and ive improved since then :)!

Dukemile (Remus x Emile) Day 1: Handjob Warnings: handjobs, obviously

"Ya know, when Jan said he was sending me to therapy, I pictured more of like... conversion therapy," Remus admits, falling onto the couch in Emile's office.

Emile let out a short laugh. "No, of course not. That'd be inhumane. Besides, I'm gay, so it'd be kind of hypocritical for me to run one of those, wouldn't it?"

Remus grunts in response, as he kicks one of his feet up onto the back of the sofa, the other one dangling off of the couch entirely, as he rests his hands behind his head. He tilts his head slightly, cracking open one of his eyes so he could look at Emile's annoyed face.

Because who wouldn't be annoyed with Remus rubbing his extremely dirty boots on their furniture?

Janus and Logan constantly told him to get his feet off the table, or off the couch, or off of the ceiling, so why wouldn't Emile do the same?

So, he was pretty surprised, when he saw Emile just sitting there, holding his notepad in hand. He simply smiled and cocked his head slightly when Remus looked at him.

"I see you've made yourself comfortable," Emile states, in a rather playful tone.

Remus's cocky smile falters. Huh.

He quickly shakes his head, a smile reappearing on his face. "Indeed I have; I see you have eyes. Well, four eyes, considering the glasses." Remus cackled at his own dumb joke, while Emile just continued smiling.

When Remus saw that he was still just peppy, he couldn't help the huff that escaped him.

"Janus tells me you haven't been your usual self lately," Emile suddenly begins, Remus's eyes snapping over to him. "Care to tell me what that's all about?"

Remus rolls his eyes, his smile falling into a bored frown. "Janus is a liar. Don't know why I even let him send me here anyway. He probably got the idea from Mr. Innocent. That bitch..." Remus didn't notice he was fiddling with his sash as he spoke, his eyebrows furrowed.

Emile let out a hum, his smile finally disappearing, and a considering look appearing on his face. "Do you have an issue with Janus right now? Or with... Mr. Innocent?"

"Yes! I do, actually!" Remus immediately pushed himself into a sitting position, criss-crossed on the couch, although this time he wasn't keeping his boots up there on purpose.

"I just wake up one day, and Janus is gone! No note, no goodbye, and I head over to the light sides to see if Thomas became a nun or something so that he couldn't lie, and Janus is over there, laughing and smiling with Patton, as if all is well and good!" Remus was letting out all that had been built up.

He'd always tended to ramble, but now that Janus was gone, he's had no one to ramble to. And now the intrusive thoughts have been swarming his head due to the loneliness, which was heavily impacting Thomas and his mental health.

That's the only reason Janus sent him here. He came back to the dark sides just to tell Remus that he'd scheduled him an appointment with Emile.

And he originally didn't plan on showing up, but his loneliness got the better of him.

Remus let out another huff as he crossed his arms over his chest. "The only reason I actually showed up was because I'm lonely. And maybe a bit sexually frustrated. Janus and I used to be fuck buddies! And now that he's gone, I'm left to get off on my own. Do you know how much more boring that is?"

Emile was clearly caught off guard by the change of subject, although that was to be expected when it came to Remus. He opened his mouth to respond, but Remus kept going.

"Sometimes, I get so upset that I just wanna chop my dick off! I tried that, once, with my morning star, but I ended up just puncturing my stomach."

"Oh," was all Emile managed to say, a slight pink tint over his cheeks.

He was doodling in his notepad as an attempt to calm himself down before Remus noticed he was blushing, but it was too late.

"Oooo, Doctor, did hearing about my sexual frustration fluster you?"

"I'm just... not used to my patients being so open about their sex lives."

"Well, I'm open about everything," Remus responds, with a shrug, leaning back and spreading his legs. He grins as he lets his hand slide down his torso and down to his thighs, before it comes to rest over his crotch.

Nasty man.

"I'm also opened up down here, if you-"

"Nope! Remus, we should really get back on topic-"

"But the topic we were on was about sex," Remus buts in, closing his legs and scooting to edge of the sofa. He leans closer to Emile. "You said, and I quote, 'Janus tells me you haven't been your usual self lately, care to tell me what that's all about?' And I'm telling you what it's about. It's because I'm constantly horny and I have nobody to relieve myself with."

Emile's unresponsive, so Remus throws himself back onto the couch with a groan.

"I'm actually being good for once and now I've probably weirded you out!" he whines. "Is this why Janus left me? Am I just gross? Well, I mean, of course I'm gross. It's one of my charms. But-"

"Remus, please," Emile suddenly pipes up, causing Remus to look over at him. His cheeks are still pink, albeit a darker shade, and he looks almost... nervous. "I assure you, I'm not weirded out. Some people have... higher sex drives than others, and I understand that not satisfying yourself in a satisfactory way can have some negative impacts on your mental and physical well-being-"

"Is this a long winded way of you telling me I need to have sex with someone, because I already know that-"

"No, listen," Emile interrupts, standing up and setting his notepad down. Remus raises an eyebrow, before his eyes widen and he sits up straight. What was Emile doing? Something kinky?

"I... gosh, I can't figure out a way to word this without it sounding weird."

"Then let me word it for you," Remus says, with a grin, as he grabs Emile's hand and tugs him down onto the couch. Emile falls onto it and into Remus's arms. "You want to help me relieve some of my pent-up frustration, yeah?"

Emile's face was burning at Remus's explanation, but he nodded.

It was the only thing he could think of in order to help him. He would have maybe suggested asking someone else for help, but who else could he ask?

Janus left him, and he and Patton clearly seemed to be one of the main sources of his stress, Virgil and Remus didn't get along, Logan didn't want really anything to do with sex, and he couldn't ask Roman for obvious reasons.

Remus's grin widened, before it completely disappeared.

"I know you're technically offerin', but I don't want to force you to do anything you're uncomfortable with," Remus says, and Emile looks a little surprised at the words.

He then smiles softly, and shakes his head. "You're not forcing me into anything, Re," Emile assures him. "I'm not uncomfortable." Maybe a little embarrassed, but not uncomfortable.

Remus's smile returns, and he mumbles out a "good," before he pulls Emile in for a kiss. Emile squeaks as he's suddenly pulled forward, but closes his eyes and leans into the kiss as he realizes what's happening.

Before he could even register what was happening, he felt Remus's hands trail under his sweater-vest and shirt, and run over his sides, before they went down and squeezed his ass.

Emile pulled away from the kiss with a red face, as he whimpered out a "Remus."

Remus just chuckled, before he sat both of them up. His hands went back under Emile's shirt, and he went to go pull it up, when Emile suddenly grabbed both of his wrists, stopping him.

Remus looked at him, his hands pausing where they were.

"We're not having sex in my office," he rushes out, quickly. Remus groans.

"Lame."

"Call me what you want, but I would rather not have sex in here."

"Then what can we do!? You said you'd help!"

"And I will," Emile states, running a hand through his hair, as he peeled Remus's hands off of him, and instead used his own hands to quickly tug down Remus's pants.

"Oooo, a blowjob?"

"A handjob," Emile corrects, and he hears Remus mumble something about blowjobs being better, but he just smile when Emile looks at him, honestly looking relieved to just get any form of stimulation.

Emile isn't that surprised when Remus's cock springs out, just simply glancing up at the man.

"No boxers?"

"They make my dick itch."

Emile let out a small laugh, hesitantly reaching his hand to Remus's cock. He wraps his hand around the base, before giving it a few small strokes. Remus's breath hitches, and he leans back on his elbows.

And Emile would be lying if he said Remus didn't look kind of cute right now. Light pink cheeks, eyes half lidded, as they watched Emile's hand slowly work his cock.

Emile continues to move his hand slowly, as he's distracted by Remus's expression, but a whine from the man quickly snaps him out of it.

"Faster, Em," Remus begs, sounding surprisingly desperate. How long had it been since he's been touched, for God's sake?

Emile obliges, and starts moving his hand faster, Remus letting out a quiet moan at the action. He bucks his hips, and Emile moves even faster. His other hand goes to fondle Remus's balls, as his thumb comes up to run over the slit. Remus throws his head back and let's out a loud moan. Emile's face heats up at the noise.

"Fuck, Em- Em you're doing so good," Remus praises him, and that does something to Emile.

He moves his hand faster, subtly grinding against the couch to appease his own boner, and he lets out a shaky breath as he does so, squeezing his hand around Remus's cock. Remus moans again, bucking his hips as Emile focuses on making Remus come.

"Emi, I'm so close," Remus moans, continuing to buck up into Emile's hand as Emile stroked him, running his thumb over the slit one last time, before Remus arches his back and lets out a whine, coming with Emile's name falling past his lips.

Emile strokes a few more times, working Remus through his climax, before he pulls away.

Remus is panting as he comes back down from his high, and he sits himself back up, reaching out and grabbing Emile's wrist. He pulls the therapist into his lap, before sticking the man's hand into his mouth, eagerly licking his own come off of it.

Emile's torn between disgust and arousal, because Remus didn't even hesitate when going to suck on his fingers, even if it was to get the come off.

He then shifts his leg a bit, moving so that Emile is straddling his bare thigh.

He grins at Emile, a mischievous glint in his eye. "C'mon, Emi. You deserve to be able to get off too." Emile's face heated up, his hands moved to Remus's shoulders, as he slowly began to grind against Remus's thigh.

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Thigh Riding

!a series of me uploading the kinktober fics/drabbles i made years ago because i didnt back in 2020 for some fuckin reason. if these are bad/poor quality its because theyre old, and ive improved since then :)!

Demus (Remus x Janus) Day 3: thigh riding Warnings: degradation, biting, grinding

Remus wipes the sweat from his forehead, as he and his bandmates head backstage. They had just finished a two hour long show, and were all ready to head back home.

Sometimes, their concerts could go on for many hours, but they had to cut this one a bit short due to their bassist's, Virgil's, anxiety. Remus and Janus didn't mind much, considering Virgil's mental health was rather important, and having an anxiety attack is not a good look.

Virgil quickly gathered his stuff up and left, waving goodbye to the other two, who waved back.

Then, he was gone, leaving Janus and Remus alone.

Janus stood in front of the vanity they had, wiping the makeup off his face. Half of it was designed to look like a snake. It was an idea that he'd gotten while Remus compared him to one when they first started the band.

Janus took it pretty lightly, since he couldn't really argue with it. Heterochromia, sharper than average canines, and his snake bites. The piercings actually came after Remus compared him to a snake, but he decided to get them because why not. And also because Remus liked piercings.

Perhaps it was a kink? One could never be sure with Remus.

"You should wash the makeup off your face, love," Janus advises him, using the makeup wipe to scrub off the eyeshadow caked around his yellow-green eye. He heard Remus groan from behind him.

"Ugh, but that's a lot of work. Besides, it makes me look sexy."

"You look sexy all the time," Janus counters, with a roll of his eyes. He throws the wipe into the trash, turning back to Remus. Remus grins at him, and gives him an "I know" sort of look.

Janus has to resist the urge to roll his eyes again.

Remus holds his arms out, making grabby hands at Janus. Janus stays where he is.

"You're covered in sweat, Re," Janus says, his foot tapping against the ground. "All of your jumping and moving on stage has drenched you."

"This isn't even that bad," Remus argues, waving his hand dismissively. "Besides, I want cuddles."

"Cuddles-shmuddles," Janus says, rolling his eyes. "If we cuddle, you're going to end up falling asleep, and we're not sleeping backstage while you have a full face of makeup."

Remus had a habit of sleeping in makeup. He wore some every day, even when they didn't have shows, but never bothered to take it off.

His face was a bit greasy, but other than that, he surprisingly never broke out.

Remus whines, his arms falling sadly to his sides. "But Jaaaaan!"

"But Reeeeee," Janus mocks, and Remus frowns, crossing his arms over his chest with a huff.

"You're so mean to me," Remus says, with a pout. "After all I do for you."

Janus rolls his eyes, leaning back against the wall. "Oh, yeah, I'm so mean to you. It's not like I'm willing to take care of your sexual desires whenever you need."

Remus had a high sex drive, and Janus was obviously more than happy to help him satisfy it. His words were mostly meant to tease.

But, that gives Remus an idea. He craved physical contact, and he'd get it one way or another, damnit.

"What if I need my sexual desires taken care of now?"

Janus stops, glancing down at Remus's crotch, before saying "you're not even hard."

Remus shrugs, as he gets up and strolls over to Janus. He wraps his arms around Janus's shoulders, twirling him around, before he backed up against the wall. Janus wastes no time planting his hands on Remus's waist, and smirks when Remus leans against the wall, obviously understanding what Remus is doing.

Janus tsks, moving his face so that they're mere centimeters apart. His hands slide from Remus's waist to the man's thighs, squeezing and rubbing them, before he slotted his own thigh between them. Remus whined, as he felt Janus's leg press against his crotch.

"You're such a whore, Re," Janus hisses, Remus whining at the insulting name. Janus grinned, one of his hands reaching up to lightly tug on Remus's hair so he could press their lips together.

Despite Janus's rough grip and degrading words, the kiss is rather sweet. Janus had a way of being so charming, even with his hands tugging at Remus's hair, and his teeth biting at Remus's lip.

Remus gently rocks his hips against Janus's thigh, and gasps, breaking the kiss as his growing hard-on grinds against Janus's leg.

"Such a slut," Janus growls out, his lips moving to attack Remus's neck. He doesn't bother leaving kisses, moving straight to biting. He sinks his sharp canines into Remus's neck, enjoying the moan the man let's out at the action, before he laps up the blood.

"Jan," Remus moans out, grinding down harder on Janus's thigh. His head is thrown back in pleasure, head bumping against the wall every time he rocks back. His cock is aching in his jeans, and he grinds faster as an attempt to gain more friction.

"Look at you; you're so pathetic. Eager to get off in any way I let you, even if it's just you grinding against my leg like some dumb mutt," Janus spits, his nails digging into Remus's waist.

Remus moaned at the name, hands squeezing Janus's shoulders. "Fuck, yes Jay," he whined. "I'm just your dumb little mutt Jay, so pathetic, only for you. Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Remus chants the curse word like it's a prayer, as he grinds down harder on Janus's leg.

"I'm so close, please, Jan, I'm gonna-" He cuts himself off with a gasp as Janus bites down on Remus's neck yet again, and he comes right then and there with a high moan of Janus's name.

Remus pants as he comes down from his high, and Janus presses a kiss to the side of his face.

"I love you, Re," Janus says, and Remus responds with a hum, resting against the wall. Thank God they kept extra clothes here, so that Remus didn't have to ride home with come in his pants. Although, knowing Remus, he probably wouldn't mind.

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Mutual Masturbation

!a series of me uploading the kinktober fics/drabbles i made years ago because i didnt back in 2020 for some fuckin reason. if these are bad/poor quality its because theyre old, and ive improved since then :)!

Analogical (Virgil x Logan) Day 30: mutual masturbation Warnings: getting caught masturbating, handjobs

"Masturbating lowers stress and helps people relax," Logan had said, in a conversation with Remus and Patton where they were debating the importance of being sexual.

Virgil hadn't meant to eavesdrop, he just happened to be in the room when the conversation started, and he couldn't help listening in as Logan basically supported Remus's statement, which had initially been "I think sexual activities are good for people," mostly said in order to piss Patton off.

"It does this by releasing endorphins once you orgasm," Logan continued, sounding rather casual despite the fact the subject had made Virgil's cheeks go pink in embarrassment and Patton's face to fall as he realized he was loosing the argument. "Orgasms can also serve as a natural painkiller, and have even been documented to help ease menstrual cramps for some people."

"So, basically, I was right," Remus responded, arms being folded behind his head as he leaned back on the couch, smiling leisurely at Patton whose cheeks were flushed with anger. They're puffed out, almost the way a frog puffs out its chest, before he ended up standing up and walking away, a clear frown on his face.

And that whole conversation looped in Virgil's mind for the rest of the day.

Masturbating can relieve stress? Masturbating can calm him down?

This was all new information for him, and although he tried to repress that newfound knowledge, it kept resurfacing throughout the day, until finally he was alone in his room.

Shoulders tense and eyebrows creased, Virgil felt anxious and generally shitty, and yet Logan's words repeated in his mind.

"Masturbating lowers stress and helps people relax..."

Logan's smooth voice rings over and over in his mind, saying those damned words, and suddenly Virgil finds himself fixating on Logan.

Logan's hair, neatly combed back and out of his face, looking stoic and professional. The way he annunciated his words, making sure that what he was saying was clear and couldn't be misheard in anyway, and the way he sat; his legs down and hands rested on his lap when he was silent - he probably had the best posture out of all of them, with his shoulders back and relaxed as he sat up straight.

When he spoke his hands moved, aiding his words in proving his point, although a couple of the motions he made caused Remus to snort.

Virgil's touching himself before he even processes what's happening, and is suddenly drawn out of his thoughts as he lets out a moan.

Face flushed, he looks down, and sees his hand touching himself - rubbing his crotch through his pants. He's embarrassed that he was driven to do such a thing, and while thinking about Logan no less, but hey, if it relieved stress, Virgil wanted to try it.

He bites his lip as he debates whether or not he wanted to go through with this, but in a matter of moments he's kicking his skinny jeans off and tugging his boxers down too. He grabs some lube after a bit of digging in order to speed up the process, and then places a hesitant hand on his cock.

'It'll relieve stress and release endorphins,' he reminds himself, and he can make it quick enough that nothing bad or unexpected could potentially happen within the timeframe.

Up until something back does actually happen within that timeframe, as their comes a few sharp knocks on Virgil's door.

He wants to get up and answer it; he usually gets up and answers his door almost immediately, fueled by curiosity and sometimes a bit of anxiety over who may be on the other side, but instead he freezes up. He can't bring himself to say anything, words seemingly being caught in his throat, before a familiar one-tone voice goes "Virgil?"

Oh god, it was Logan.

Virgil's doorknob is twisting before he can find it in him to tell Logan to stop, and he internally has launched into panic mode. Why didn't he lock his doorknob? Sure, he didn't plan to masturbate tonight, but he should have at least considered the possibility!

He's drawn out of his panic as his door gently opens, revealing a confused Logan looking down at a book he was holding. He stares down at it for a minute, before he finally looks up and meets Virgil's eyes.

There's silence for a moment, as Logan takes in the scene before him; Virgil's face was dark red and his face displayed a shocked and embarrassed expression. As Logan's eyes traveled further, he saw Virgil's naked lower half, with his hand wrapped around his cock.

"Oh," Logan breathes out, seemingly freezing up on his own.

His little word seems to snap Virgil out of it, though, and he quickly grabs his comforter and tugs it up over himself, trying to repress the fact he found this hotter than he should.

"I'm so sorry!" he exclaims, hiding his face in his hands. Logan must think he's disgusting or perverted; why couldn't he have just said that he was busy? If only he had been able to say anything to keep Logan from walking in and discovering this.

He was going to tell the others, wasn't he? And they'd all make fun of him, and Patton would hate him, and-

"Hey, deep breaths," Logan says, as he takes a step back. "I can see you're getting worked up; I shouldn't have breached your privacy, especially since you didn't answer. I can leave."

Virgil feels utterly humiliated, and he's sure Logan must feel bad, so in a moment of sheer impulse fueled by the need to ease Logan's own embarrassment and anxiety, Virgil exclaims "wait! Don't go, please. I- um- I..."

He panics over what to say next, and curses himself for thinking that this would just be easy. How did Remus just say whatever was on his mind so effortlessly?

Sucking in a deep breath, Virgil sorts out his thoughts, before saying "I was listening in on your conversation earlier, and I decided to try it out, and right now I'm honestly feeling more anxious than relaxed and I kind of froze up when I heard you knocking, and I'm sorry that I-"

"Hush, Virgil," Logan says, taking a breath of his own before sighing. "I can't understand you when you ramble that fast."

Face flushing, Virgil tries to calm himself down, as he then states "I was thinking about you - about what you said, and about your voice. And your body." He feels humiliated that he's admitting this, but he feels compelled to say it. He's sure Logan would want to know if someone's masturbating to the thought of him.

Logan's silent for a moment, and Virgil's worried he may have said something that upset Logan, but then Logan's voice says "do you want my help?"

He's completely serious, and when Virgil's head shoots up to stare at Logan's face, he reads an expression of genuine curiosity. It's a legitimate offer, and one Virgil so desperately wants to both accept and decline.

Logan waits for his answer, eyes trained on Virgil's face, and after a moment, Virgil nods and says "yeah- yeah, I do. But not if you're busy! And not if you plan to tell anyone." He narrows his eyes, and while he doesn't really think Logan would do such a thing, it doesn't hurt to state his boundaries.

Logan nods though, and states "of course, and I'm not busy." He moves closer and eventually sits on the bed, before pulling the blanket down and once again exposing Virgil's cock. Virgil shifts semi-uncomfortably, and in an attempt to ease his worries, Logan inquires "would you feel more comfortable if I, too, was nude from the waist down?"

"Do you- are you comfortable with that?" Virgil asks, following it up with "and would you want me to get you off too?"

He's met with a shrug, and Logan stating "that depends on whether or not you want to. And yes, I see nothing wrong with nudity of any kind. I'm happy to do so if you believe it'd make the situation more relaxing for you."

There's probably nothing that could relax Virgil enough in this situation, but after a moment he sighs and says "I guess I'd feel more comfortable if you were half naked too." He laughs slightly as the reality of that statement sets in, before he sighs again and adds "and I guess I can help you get off. It's only fair."

And it's definitely not because Virgil kind of wants to touch Logan's cock, although he'd never admit that.

He does stare adamantly, however, as Logan easily tugs down his jeans and boxers, having no hesitation in doing either, and then sitting with his knees apart on the bed. Virgil looks away when Logan looks back at him, but then Logan's scooting forward.

"Do I have your consent to touch you?" he asks, and Virgil clears his throat, before saying "yeah- you do. What about me? Do I have your consent?"

Logan nods and confirms it all the same, before his hand is reaching for Virgil's cock. Virgil's tense as Logan's hand wraps around it, but as soon as Logan's hand starts moving, Virgil's shoulders ease with a moan.

He glances down at Logan's hand, before biting his lip, and then leaning forward. One of his hands rests on Logan's shoulders, and the other reluctantly wraps around Logan's cock. He tries to mimic Logan's movements, with his hand stroking slowly over Logan's shaft and then sliding the pad of his thumb over the slit, and he flushes as Logan's cock hardens in his grip.

A groan from Logan draws Virgil's attention, and as he looks up at Logan's face, he notices that it's bright red, and that Logan's staring completely focused at Virgil's cock. Sensing eyes on him though, he looks up, and Virgil realizes how close their faces really are.

They're staring at each other for a few brief moments, before they're lips are touching. Neither of them know who leaned in, but their eyes are squeezed closed as their tongues slide into each others mouths.

Both of them are quite inexperienced, but what they're doing now feels good, and they dont plan on stopping.

Virgil's cock starts leaking pre-come, and Logan uses it as extra lubricant over Virgil's cock, and his hand speeds up around it, causing Virgil to moan into his mouth. When Logan pulls back the slightest bit, Virgil leans closer, chasing his lips. When they're pressed together again, Virgil can really only whine out "please" before Logan's hand is in his hair and they're tasting each other again.

Once again trying to copy what Logan's doing, Virgil's hand speeds up around Logan, hoping to pleasure him the same way Logan is pleasuring him.

Logan groaning against his lips in response is an added plus, and the noises he's making sends shivers of pleasure down Virgil's spine. He scoots closer, wanting to press their bodies together, with his free hand sliding down in order to slip up under Logan's shirt. In a burst of confidence, he's feeling up Logan's chest, and Logan arches into it as his head falls back in a moan.

Virgil can easily read him once they pull away, and watches as Logan's shoulders slump and the way his eyebrows crease. It clicks for him a few seconds later that Logan must have needed this too, and suddenly he feels more confident stroking and touching him.

This was benefitting both of them; Logan had offered and Virgil was helping return the favor, and in turn they both were moaning and focusing on the own pleasure they were receiving, while simultaneously trying to pleasure the other person.

Any worries or troubles either of them may have had melt away, as do the tension in their bodies, and Virgil's hand falters slightly as he whines out "'m close!"

He attempts to buck into Logan's hand, being met with even faster strokes in response, and Virgil squeezes around the base of Logan's cock, earning a gasp in response, before Logan's gritting out "me- me too."

Virgil's eyes dart from Logan's cock back to his face, where his eyes are pressed close, his face is flushed, and he's biting his lip, and just looking at his face adds to Virgil's pleasure, and before he realizes it, his head is thrown back in a loud moan as he comes over Logan's hand, and even over a bit of Logan's body.

His hand squeezes over Logan's cock, slowing considerably as that bliss sets in, no doubt caused by the release of endorphins that his climax caused.

Logan's whine brings him out of his euphoric state, and he pushes himself back up fully, before his hand once again starts moving rapidly on Logan's cock, and Logan can hardly stutter out a warning before he's coming too, breathing rapid as his hand tugs lightly at Virgil's hair.

They both sit there for a moment, panting, before Logan moves to get up. "Thank you for that experience," he sighs out, before sucking in a deep breath afterwards. "I hope it was as satisfying for you as it was for me."

He seems completely calm after what they both participated in, and the blush from his cheeks was fading with each breath they took in. Virgil did note that his demeanor seems more relaxed, though, and Virgil can't deny that he is too.

His anxiety seems to have melted away, at least for now, and he can really only nod and say "it was," and hope that Logan decides that they both need to relax again together sometime soon.