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starry-smuts · 2 years ago

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How Does That Feel?

Minors DNI.

Analogical, dom Logan sub Virgil

While Logan and Virgil had grown to trust each other more within their sex life, it still didn’t stop Virgil from being caught off guard every time Logan wished to service him. He was still inexperienced, only really having explored with the other man in question, but it didn’t stop him from being curious about… other things.

A.K.A. My interpretation of soft analogical sex and their exploration in kink! Don’t like, don’t read.

TW for use of a safeword, they use the stoplight system and Virgil calls/signals for “yellow” which is promptly taken care of and respected. Other than that, everything is thoroughly enjoyed!

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He’d done a little research on his own, and with Logan’s reassurance and helpful input, they’d agreed to try something out. Virgil knew he liked not being in control, even if he wasn’t the one being penetrated, and Logan loved to do things for him that made him feel good, so together they came up with the idea of trying sensory play. Of course it took a little time to get the supplies, but once they had everything they wanted it was only a matter of time before they actually tried it out.

The preparation process was simple, really: put on some Lo-Fi, strip them both down, blind fold Virgil, bind his wrists to the headboard, and lay out any and all tools to be used on him. Logan used two of his old ties for Virgil’s wrists, the fabric soft yet sturdy and unable to hurt him. He’d specially ordered the blindfold and made sure not to tie it too tight, checking to see if Virgil could see anything before he’d moved onto anything else. He had a tray set to the side with various items. A bottle of massage oil, a wax melt pot with the melts already heating to a suitable melting temperature that wouldn’t burn, a bowl of ice, a feather, and a pinwheel (the little metal kind, not the child’s toy). Each Logan planned to use at some point, although his hands drifted to the oil first.

Popping open the cap, Logan poured some of the oil out onto his hand, setting the bottle down and warming it between his palms. Virgil could hear it, left in wonder of what the slick sound was, but soon distracted by the feeling of Logan’s lips gently kissing his sternum.

“I’m going to set my hands on you love, is that okay?” Logan murmured gently, looking up to see his boyfriend’s reaction. Before he did anything he wanted to make sure it was still okay, not wanting to startle Virgil too much with the touch.

Virgil nodded along and hummed in agreement to Logan’s words, a small smile gracing his lips. Hearing him ask little things like “is that okay” continued to make him relax and trust his partner, knowing that he wouldn’t ever do any this he said no to. Virgil’s breath hitched softly as Logan slowly ran his hands over his skin, carefully massaging his pectoral muscles and his abs. Even if they weren’t particularly tight or stressed, he still wished to help Virgil relax by doing so.

The plan worked just as Logan had expected, feeling Virgil’s breathing slow and his body relax under his careful touch and kisses to his skin. Each deft touch of his fingers traced each muscle, curve and contour of Virgil’s body, leaving a trail of kisses and the sheen of oil in their wake. Logan’s hands slowly made their way down Virgil’s torso to his lips, massaging the joints and slowly working his hands closer to his groin. He could feel the way Virgil was anticipating the touch, his abdominal muscles flexing subtly each time his fingers drew closer to where he knew Virgil wanted them.

Deciding to appease him, Logan poured a little more oil onto his hands before carefully working the muscles of Virgil’s upper thighs, straddling the man’s legs as he allowed his fingers to travel upward and gently glide over his balls. Virgil’s reaction was immediate, tensing slightly before letting out a low groan, relaxing into the touch.

“Shhh.. just relax, darling..” Logan soothed, carefully fondling Virgil’s sac and taking note of the way it made him squirm, along with how he was half hard just from these gentle touches alone. He gave them one last light squeeze before moving his hands up to wrap around the base of Virgil’s length, encasing it with both hands, one above the other to form a column around the entirety of it. Virgil groaned as Logan started to stroke him, fighting the urge not to buck his hips up into the slick glide of his hands around him. This felt like absolute heaven to him, and if it was, then he didn’t want to come back down to earth for a long while.

Logan smirked slightly as he listened to the soft sounds slip past his boyfriend’s lips, continuing to stroke him to full hardness and making sure to always pay special attention each time his thumb brushed over the sensitive tip. He carefully leaned down to press ghost-like kisses to Virgil’s skin, relishing in the soft whines it drew from his lips. Once he believed Virgil had grown used to the touch Logan pulled his hands off entirely, letting out a soft chuckle at the squirming and whine of his name on Virgil’s lips.

“It’s alright love, I promise, this is barely the beginning..” Logan teased, leaning forward to peck Virgil on the lips before looking back to his tray of utensils. Thinking for a moment, he decided upon using the ice next, curious as to how Virgil would react to the sudden cold. He set the bottle of oil back before grabbing one of the ice cubes, holding it in his hands to make them cold and letting it melt over the rest.

Logan quickly placed his hands back on Virgil’s chest, enjoying the gasp he felt under his hands as Virgil adjusted to the sudden temperature change.

“How does that feel? Is it too cold?” He asked, gently rubbing along Virgil’s ribs and up his chest, caressing the muscles again as they momentarily tensed under his touch.

“N-No, it’s good.. keep going..” Virgil said breathlessly, biting his lip as Logan removed a hand, likely to grab another ice cube by the sound of it. He squeaked softly in surprise as Logan started to draw swirling patterns over his skin with the ice, tracing little circles around his nipples before gently gliding down his abs. His muscles twitched under the attention, even as the cube diminished down to a small nub that rapidly melted against his skin. The chill was absolutely delicious, made even more so by Logan planting warm, open-mouthed kisses to where the ice had just been.

Logan continued this pattern of ice and kisses until Virgil was squirming and whining once more, wishing for more than just a teasing brush over his now-hard nipples every so often. Each touch slowly increased the heat under his skin, building to a low simmer that left him aching for whatever was to come next.

“Logan, please? Please, keep going..” Virgil pleaded, pouting ever so slightly in the hopes that it’d crumble a bit of Logan’s resolve and make him move along. The plan worked like a charm, or at least he believed so by the way he heard the bowl be set back as kissed him, licking into his mouth and muffling a groan against his lips.

“Patience, darling, have patience. I promise it’ll be worth the wait.” Logan soothed, rubbing Virgil’s thigh affectionately as he reached over to dip a finger into the melted wax, testing the temperature. Once he’d deemed it safe to use he gathered some of the wax in a small ladle, making it easier to control and pour where he wished.

“Let me know if this is too.. hot for you, love..” He murmured, gently kissing Virgil’s neck and shoulder before starting to drip some of the wax over his chest. The surprise of it made Virgil’s breath hitch, but the heat was certainly welcome after the chill of the ice against his skin.

Virgil couldn’t help but squirm a little as the wax dripped onto his skin, shivering as he felt it run down his chest and cool. Each nerve felt like it was on fire in the most exciting way possible, each splash of the wax sending little waves of warmth across his skin and drawing pleased groans from his lips.

Logan carefully retrieved more wax before painting more little swirls across Virgil’s skin with it, slowly trailing lower and lower until he was just above his crotch and letting out a low hum at the way it made the other man buck his hips up in need.

“Easy love..” He murmured, using his free hand to gently pin Virgil’s hips to the mattress, ignoring the annoyed whine he got in favor of dripping some of the wax onto Virgil’s thighs. He watched as his muscles trembled and flexed as it cooled, entirely entertained and painfully aroused by how much his lover enjoyed the treatment. Still, his job wasn’t done yet, and Logan didn’t want to focus on himself until Virgil was thoroughly satisfied.

Returning to his work, Logan traced little hearts in the wax on Virgil's skin, laughing a little to himself at how crudely made they were. He certainly wasn't an artist like Roman, nor was wax his preferred medium, but beneath him was still the most breathtaking work of art he'd ever had a hand in creating. He felt so privileged to see Virgil like this, vulnerable and beautiful in all of his wanton glory. Moments like this made him fall in love with him even more, unable to resist the urge to lean down and press tender kisses to the sensitive flesh of Virgil's inner thighs.

The kisses made Virgil squirm even more beneath him, whining as the unrelenting ache only continued to grow as Logan never let up in his teasing. The slow pace always managed to consume his mind with want and desire, leaving him helpless and yearning for more. Everything Logan did felt so incredible, not necessarily because it was pleasurable, but because he did it with love and the intent to show that. He just wished that he could reach down, touch, and pull Logan up to kiss him and never let him go.

"Logan.. Logan, c'mere.." He murmured, vocalizing his desire and lifting his head slightly to help portray what he wanted. As much as they understood each other, they weren't mind readers either.

"What is it, love? Are you alright?" Logan asked carefully, setting the ladle down in favor of caressing Virgil's cheek, brows pinching in slight concern.

"Mhm.. just wanna kiss you for a moment.." Virgil laughed, endeared by the worry lacing his lover's voice. "I'm okay. This is wonderful. Just.. kiss me for a bit."

"That I can do, my dear.." Logan trailed off before connecting their lips with a smile. Virgil was always so cute to him when he wanted kisses, soft and needy and willing to admit it just to obtain what he wanted. Then again, he always thought Virgil was cute, so go figure. They spent a long moment just like that, lips interlocked in a slow yet passionate exchange, only pulling away for brief moments to get some air before returning to one another.

Logan's free hand wandered as they continued, gently raking his nails down Virgil's chest and making him shudder before wrapping his fingers loosely around his shaft. Virgil gasped out a soft moan as he did so, and he took advantage of it by slipping his tongue into Virgil's mouth once more, groaning lowly and continuing to stroke him. The gentle, deft touch of Logan's fingers made him keen, unable to do much else other than give into his whims. Still, it was removed as quickly as Logan had started, the other man reaching over for something else instead and drawing an aggravated groan from him.

He chuckled as he watched Virgil struggle slightly at his bonds, understanding his growing impatience and not wanting to leave him hanging for much longer. He took hold of the pinwheel, warning him like he had before, and then gently bringing it down to his skin. Logan didn't apply much pressure, just enough for Virgil to feel the light prick as it glided against his abdomen and down to his thigh.

Virgil tensed as he felt the small metal spokes meet his skin, this time unsure of what to make of the sensation. On one hand, it wasn't exactly painful, but on the other it still didn't particularly sit right with him either. He made a signal with his hand, Y, and murmuring the word "yellow". Immediately it was pulled away from his skin and set down, making him relax a bit.

Logan, however, grew concerned as Virgil signaled. He hoped he'd not hurt him on accident.

"Good boy, using your signals. Are you alright love? What was it?" He praised gently, setting his now empty hands on Virgil's hips and rubbing them reassuringly. He was proud of Virgil for speaking up, even if it may not have been something super severe.

"Yeah, m'okay, just didn't.. I don't know. I don't want the prickly feeling. We could.. try it again another time, but I guess just.. not right now? Want your hands. It's a lot." Virgil stammered, flushing lightly from Logan's praises and happy that he hadn't upset him because of it either.

"You can keep going, Lo, just.. use your hands. Nails are fine." He murmured, smiling again as he felt soft kisses being pressed to his neck and jaw.

"Of course, my love, whatever you say. Anything for you." Logan reassured, kissing Virgil's cheek before applying a bit more oil to his hands, shifting back to what he knew Virgil had enjoyed. He truly was proud of him for signalling, and he knew he was growing impatient, so he may as well stop his teasing.

Carefully leaning down to kiss him, one of Logan's hands cupped his pec, thumbing over one of his nipples and laughing at Virgil's little gasp against his lips. His other slid down his torso, carefully dragging his nails along his skin before wrapping around his shaft to stroke him a bit more firmly than before. The groan he received in turn was absolutely heavenly, the sound sending shocks of arousal through his own body.

"You sound so beautiful darling, so gorgeous.. you're so good for me. Go on love, I won't pull away this time. Let yourself enjoy this." He whispered hotly against Virgil's ear, gently nipping his earlobe before sucking little love marks into the sensitive flesh of Virgil's neck. Virgil continued to squirm and whine as Logan didn't let up, carefully rocking his hips up into the slick warmth of his lover's hand now that he was allowed to do so.

The pair continued like this, exchanging soft praises and kisses between one another as Virgil drew closer. At some point Logan had shifted to wrap his hand around both of them at Virgil's request, their grind slick and steady against Logan's hand holding them together. He stroked them in time with their thrusts, making himself and Virgil groan into each other's lips, gasping and whining and carrying on as they each slowly approached their respective climaxes.

Virgil unsurprisingly came first, the sensations growing far too intense to hold back from for much longer. Each snap of his hips was accompanied by a whimper or gasp of Logan's name, his release spilling over Logan's fingers and dripping onto his abdomen. Logan continued to move his hand, working him through it, up until the point where he was whining from the overstimulation. Still, he urged Logan to keep going to his own release, gritting his teeth through the sensitivity for the sake of his lover. Logan followed shortly after with a low, drawn out moan, adding to the mess on Virgil's abdomen before slowing himself to a full stop.

They both took the moment after to catch their breath, exchanging sweet kisses as Logan reached up to untie Virgil's wrists and the blindfold from his face. He smiled gently down at him as their eyes met for the first time again, his expression soft and full of love.

"That was incredible, Logan, thank you.." Virgil purred, sitting up slightly and reaching to pull Logan in for yet another kiss. It felt good to have use of his arms again, as much as he enjoyed being restrained while they were still at it.

"You never cease to make me feel anything less than amazing.." He murmured, making Logan laugh against his lips and pull away with a smile.

"I could say the same about you, dear. Now let me get you cleaned up, and then we can cuddle, okay?" He offered, gently shifting the tray to the side so he could stand up.

"Okay.." Virgil nodded, watching with a fond expression as Logan disappeared to retrieve a warm washcloth and whatever else to clean everything up. He didn't mind the mess of wax and oil and spit across his body, especially not when it made him feel so loved in the process. Besides, he had an inkling that Logan enjoyed it too, if not more so. They stayed close together as he was wiped down and the wax gently peeled from his skin and discarded, cuddling up against one another under the covers.

"I love you, Logan.." Virgil murmured, half asleep already as he settled in against Logan's chest. The other man leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of Virgil's head and wrapping his arms around him to pull him closer.

"I love you too, darling, more than anything. Now, get some rest.." Logan murmured back, reaching over to turn out the bedside lamp and remove his glasses as they both drifted off to sleep.

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