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analoceit gay sex... logan lactating & virgil & janus drinking his milk & fucking him senseless :3 - @pupplaylogan

Drink And Fuck

Analoceit (Virgil x Logan x Janus) Warnings: lactation, nipple play, sex, double penetration, premature orgasms, overstimulation, frottage

Of course Janus was the first one to notice.

Logan honestly wouldn't expect anything less from the rather perceptive man. What Logan didn't expect, however, was just how confidently Janus would come strolling into his room, making his presence known with the wide swing of Logan's door, and the audible shut and click of it being closed and locked.

Logan sighs, annoyed, while Virgil - who was lazily lounging on his bed - looks up with a scowl at the disturbance.

Janus ignores their audible dismay at his arrival, and he sets his hands on the back of Logan's office chair, tilting it backwards while he leans forward to comment "my, Logan, did your shirt shrink in the wash? Or has your chest started to swell?"

Logan stiffens at Janus's words, and his hands very quickly go from typing on his computer, to crossing over his front. Instinctively, Logan's head snaps towards Virgil, gauging his reaction, but Virgil is too tired and annoyed to have fully processed Janus's words.

"Piss off, Janus," Virgil grumbles, as he grabs a pillow from beneath his head and tosses it Janus's way. "We're busy."

"You sure look it," Janus sarcastically replies. "Are you filing taxes in dreamland, or something?"

Virgil growls and pushes himself up fully, but before he can cuss out Janus further, Janus is grabbing Logan's computer and tilting towards the bed. "Besides, Logan here sure isn't busy. He hasn't typed a proper sentence in more than three paragraphs!"

Logan flushes. "I got distracted."

"I'm sure you did." Janus leans closer to the computer, and reads out "'the the schedule that schedules meel - spelled with two e's - prep for for week.' My. How profound. What does that mean?"

Virgil's face scrunches, and he turns to Logan with building confusion. "What does that mean?" he seconds, which has Janus smugly smirking as he grabs Logan's chin and tilts it upwards, forcing Logan to look into his eyes.

"It means," Janus begins, speaking on Logan's behalf, "that Logan's mind is focused elsewhere. Like... on his aching chest, perhaps?"

Virgil's eyes drift downwards, landing on Logan's crossed arms, hiding his torso.

Stretching, Virgil groans out "Logan, do you need to be milked?" asking the question so casually that Logan feels incredibly embarrassed at just how hot his face becomes because of it.

"Not urgently," Logan mutters, deflecting. "I just got a bit lost in my own head, is all. That's why my writing is... nonsensical."

"Hm..." Janus hums, forked tongue flickering out of his mouth as if sampling the air. "I taste a lie. Naughty little thing, you are. Claiming you don't need to be milked, even though there are so many people willing to help you. Isn't that right, Virgil?"

Virgil glares at Janus, but sighs begrudgingly. "I hate to admit it... but he has a point. Why wouldn't you tell me you needed to be milked?"

Logan tucks his face into his shoulder, turned away from the both of them. "I thought I could power through it."

"Now why would you think such a silly thing?" Janus tsks, as he circles Logan's chair. He turns it as he walks around it, spinning Logan in a complete circle, before settling it so that it's facing the bed, where Virgil is leaning forward a bit, half tucked under the blankets, and where Janus sits on the edge of his mattress, crossing one leg over the other. "Especially since it's simply not feasible. You're dumb and helpless when your tits are full!"

"That's not always true-" Logan tries to argue, but his hands are quickly grabbed and tugged, pulling him up from his chair and closer to the bed. He groans as he feels the milk in his chest slosh, and at the feeling of his heavy breasts swelling and aching with each movement.

"It's true now though, isn't it?"

Logan bites his lip, and avoids Janus's gaze by turning his head to the side. However, his eyes land on Virgil, who's staring at Logan's chest, which - thanks to Janus holding his hands - is very visibly on display. His shirt is pulled tight against his front, showing off just how full his breasts are. It's embarrassing, but Logan would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the way they were both ogling at him.

"How about we help you, hm?" Janus proposes, as Logan's easily guided to slide onto Janus's lap. "We can milk you quickly, and then you can get right back to work."

"That's not an awful suggestion," Virgil bitterly mumbles, as he scooches closer to Janus's side, solely so he can set one of his hands on Logan's waist. "It's not good to leave you full and pained for too long."

One of Janus's hands rises to Logan's chest, which he squeezes slightly. Immediately, Logan's groaning, his head falling back whilst wearing a rather pathetic expression, and milk soaks instantly into his shirt, darkening and dampening the area.

Logan's teeth sink into his lower lip as his body trembles with embarrassment, before he whimpers out an all-too pathetic "okay, quickly," sounding way more eager than he means to.

Janus turns towards Virgil and grins, before sliding his hands quickly and shamelessly beneath Logan's shirt, his own excitement prevalent in his movements as opposed to his voice (unlike Logan, who's already whimpering as Janus's gloves rub against his bare skin). Logan's freed fully of his shirt, and, under the guise of "not wanting to make a mess," his pants and boxers are quickly stripped away as well.

Then, Janus pulls them both fully onto the bed, turning Logan in his lap as he does so. With his chest pressed flush against Logan's back, Logan's swollen chest is presented to Virgil, who moved alongside them.

"Since you're so eager to help out, you can drink up first," Janus purrs, teasing Virgil with faux generosity.

Virgil flushes, and mumbles a curse Janus's way, but otherwise scoots forward. As Janus's hands cup Logan's heavy breasts, Virgil picks one to focus on, leaving Logan watching him intensely, hot with anticipation.

Virgil leans down, and rather slowly wraps his lips around one of Logan's nipples, but even the slight envelopment of Virgil's lips and the wet sensation of Virgil's tongue against the bud has him jolting. Logan's entire body seems to shiver as an embarrassingly loud moan spills from his throat, followed quickly by Logan whimpering as he pushes his palm over his mouth, desperate to save face.

Immediately, Janus is scolding him softly. "Logan, you truly needn't be humiliated. Anyone would feel pleasurably relieved upon being milked... especially if they neglected their full tits for days on end."

Pulling his lips away from Logan's chest without even suckling once, Virgil looks pointedly up at Logan's face, which is twisted in pleasure. "I don't think it's relief Logan's feeling," he mutters, knowingly. "At least, not yet. I think he's just a bit sensitive."

"No, no, that can't be it." Janus wraps his arm around Logan's body and tangles his fingers in Virgil's hair in order to guide him back to Logan's areola. "Logan simply can't be sensitive. Why, if he's so easily aroused, then it'd be rather silly of him to think this'll be over quickly. What kind of people would we be if we just eased his ache, and then left him horny?"

"Janus," Logan whines, as Virgil's tongue presses flat against his nipple.

Janus laughs quietly into his ear. "Alright, alright. I'll stop teasing. And we'll take care of you. Just do me a favor, and keep your knuckles away from your lips, alright? I want to hear all the pretty noises you make, and I'm sure Virgil feels much the same."

Logan swallows the spit in his mouth, but musters a weak nod, followed by a pathetically loud cry as Virgil sucks forcefully on his breast, causing milk to spill out of him onto Virgil's tongue.

"Virgil," Logan shakily gasps, as Virgil softly sucks further.

He drinks Logan's milk down by the mouthful, while Janus's hands press teasingly into Logan's breasts. "Doesn't that relief feel so, so nice?" Janus asks, voice smooth in Logan's ear. It only serves to amplify Logan's arousal, as Janus's words make him feel floaty and hot. He settles his chin on Logan's shoulder. "Though, he's going a bit slow, hm? Let's speed things up a bit."

With Logan looking down at Virgil, Virgil peers curiously up at Janus, wondering just as much as Logan is what he's implying. Though, they both quickly learn when Janus squeezes Logan's tit roughly, forcing milk out with his fingers.

"Janus!" Logan cries, back arching in pleasure at the intensity in which milk comes gushing out of him. Virgil's just as shocked, eyes going wide, but Janus's hand presses firmly on the back of his head to prevent him from pulling away. So with teary eyes, Virgil splutters and coughs around Logan's nipple, rushing desperately to swallow down the excess while quite a bit spills down his chin. Logan moans, noises spilling from his breathless mouth as his cock leaks between his legs.

Janus says naught, but grins, pleased with himself as he continues massaging Logan's chest, urging more and more milk out and into Virgil's mouth. And Virgil quickly pushes past his initial surprise in order to keep up, licking and gulping down as quickly as he can, stimulating Logan's chest all the while with both his tongue, and the wet spit-milk mixture being sloshed around his cheeks.

Logan writhes as Virgil sucks, his hands going from gripping Janus's thighs to Virgil's shoulders, both trying to steady himself and escape the pleasure, even if he truly doesn't want it to stop. And Virgil makes noises around his breast, whining and moaning at Janus's use of force to keep him still, which only sends pleasant vibrations through Logan's nipple and thus through his entire being.

His cock throbs between his legs, threatening to burst at any moment solely due to his pathetic oversensitivity. And when Virgil scooches forward, trying to get more comfortable while sucking the milk from Logan's chest, his knee rubs accidentally against Logan's crotch, providing him the most menial and brief bit of pleasure that quite instantly has Logan coming on the spot.

He cries loud and desperately as his body trembles with the force of his orgasm, and then Virgil is finally pulling away, with Janus's hands falling from his chest shortly thereafter.

Panting, Logan slumps back against Janus, who wraps his arms around Logan's waist instead.

"Needy thing, aren't you?" Janus teases. "Are you truly so deprived of pleasure that you came from just your breasts being sucked?"

Embarrassed, Logan mumbles "Virgil rubbed against me."

"Hardly," Virgil argues, as he wipes his mouth on his sleeve. His lips glisten with leftover milk. "You're empty though... at least on that side. How do you feel?"

"Better."

"Just better?" Janus muses, as his fingers trail lightly along the length of Logan's messy cock, which has Logan whining and shifting in his lap. "Because it looks to me you feel rather good."

Logan whines, and swallows the spit in his mouth, only to gasp as he's quickly lifted and maneuvered by far more hands than Janus had just a second ago. He's turned around in Janus's lap and then plopped back down, with his legs wrapped around Janus's hips and his cock pushing against Janus's stomach. He's left briefly dizzy, and Logan just barely processes his change in position fast enough to see Janus's many arms sink back into his sides, leaving him with just the usual pair.

Nodding towards Virgil, Janus speaks "go ahead and rid yourself of those pesky pants, Virgil. I've heard milk production doubles when cows are bred."

"That's not true," Logan interjects. "Cows are regularly bred - once a year typically - and spend about ten months afterwards being regularly milked-"

Janus cuts him off with a soft kiss, more so meant to distract him than anything else as Virgil undoes his jeans and peels away his boxers. Then, Virgil slides up behind him, and presses his own hard cock against Logan's ass.

When Janus pulls his face away, he murmurs "are you implying you don't want to be bred?"

Logan flushes, and turns his head away. "I didn't say that."

Grinning, Janus reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a small bottle of lube which he obviously brought with him, as if he'd planned this from the get go. He tosses it to Virgil, and then undoes his own pants, just enough to pull out his cocks, which rub against Logan's own. Logan whines and again wiggles, though this time his cock twitches and stiffens, embarrassingly raising with arousal once more.

As Logan listens to the sounds of the bottle opening and Virgil groaning softly, he watches Janus lower his lips to Logan's chest, kissing down it seductively. He's slow on purpose, and his eyes flicker towards Logan's face in order to further tease him, while Logan just whines needily as Janus's mouth nears his leftover breast, which is still just as full as before, and just as aching.

As Janus's tongue finally nears Logan's areola, Virgil slides right up against Logan's backside, with his slick cock rubbing between Logan's cheeks. And then Janus pulls away.

"Wh-" Logan gasps, "what? Wait-!"

Janus tsks at him. "Impatient little thing, aren't you?" Virgil passes the lube back around Logan's body, and this time Janus uses it, smearing the substance over both of his cocks even though he only intends to shove one inside Logan. "Once you're nice and full and bouncing, I'll continue drinking."

Logan whines, clearly displeased as his hand comes up to cup his own breast, as if trying to keep the milk from spilling out. However, his initial restlessness quickly morphs into excited moaning when Virgil's calloused hands squeeze his love handles, and then raise him up just enough for his and Janus's cocks to poke against his awaiting hole.

"Do you think he needs stretched first?" Virgil murmurs, his lips lightly hovering above the skin of Logan's back. "Taking both of us might be a bit... difficult."

"It's not like he hasn't before," Janus counters. "But I guess we'll leave it up to him." Janus's eyes meet Logan's own. "Do you think you need to be prepped?" he asks, as if his and Virgil's cocks weren't teasing him by pressing against his hole. Janus already has an inkling as to what Logan's answer will be, but still takes the time to smugly grin in Virgil's direction when Logan predictably answers negatively.

"I don't need stretched," he blurts out, sounding impatient and desperate. "I can take it."

"See, Virgil? He can take it."

Virgil lets out a soft breath against Logan's shoulder blades, as one of his hands wraps around one of Janus's cocks and his own shaft, holding their cocks together and still. "Okay. I'll trust you. But if it hurts at all we're stopping and stretching you properly."

Then, with both Virgil and Janus's hands on his waist and sides, he's lowered down. The descent is both slow and tantalizing, playing into his neediness by making him anticipate the feeling of finally being full. His legs shake while his body is lifted, but he ignores the brief ache in favor of moaning loudly when the tips of Janus and Virgil's cocks finally push into him.

To add to his pleasure, Janus keeps true to his words and wraps his lips around Logan's nipple properly, sucking confidently on the bud and drinking down the milk that sloshes into his mouth immediately, startling Logan and making his head fall back in a pleasured cry.

"Yes!" Logan gasps out, as his tits are both generously relieved of their ache - one that had been throbbing all day; even since last night, when they'd started to get unbearably full and swollen. "Janus!"

Janus's forked tongue creates the perfect divot for Logan's nipple to slide against, guiding milk out of him with every forceful suck and meager lick.

Virgil grunts out a curse as the feeling of Logan clenching around him and Janus's cock rubbing against his own leaves him blushing, while Logan himself digs his nails into Janus's shoulders as he's not only filled by their cocks, but also expertly milked by Janus's skilled mouth.

"Please," Logan breathes, voice shaky, as his hips drop against theirs. Their cocks are fully inside of him now, and Janus's leftover shaft rubs against his leaking one. "Please, I just... I need-"

He can't get the words out, feeling too pleasantly fuzzy-headed to do anything but soak up the pleasure and relief he's experiencing, but he'd be begging for more if he could. Virgil and Janus seem to understand him anyway though, as their hands tighten on his body, squeezing and groping his skin intimately and using it to lift his hips again, only to drop him back down quickly, their cocks being shoved back inside of him. All while Virgil's lips kiss over his back, and Janus's lips tease Logan's breast.

One of Janus's hands moves to squeeze Logan's stomach, while the other focuses on his chest, massaging Logan's tit and squeezing milk out as he does so. He's careful not to force out too much - being a lot more mindful with himself than he was with Virgil - and slowly but surely Logan's chest looks less and less swollen, and his cries become louder and louder.

Perhaps due to his sensitivity from already coming once, or perhaps because the feeling of milk gushing from his nipple is too great, but Logan orgasms again, hips jerking against Janus's visible, leaking cock, making a mess of both of them this time.

Aside from the loud whine he lets out as he comes, there's hardly any acknowledgement he did so. Virgil and Janus keep him moving up and down, and up, and down, while Janus teases his nipple with his teeth.

Logan gasps and tangles a hand in Janus's hair when he feels one of Janus's fangs slide threatening over the sensitive bud, biting just firm enough to tug.

"Jan-" Logan starts, but can barely even stutter out Janus's name through his pleasure. With Virgil's hands focusing on his hips, and Janus's squeezing his breasts, it's only a matter of time until his cock is twitching again, hardening for the third time tonight.

Janus teasingly looks up at Logan, pulling his mouth away from Logan's chest and dragging Logan's nipple with his teeth as he does so. Logan's chest arches into his lips, though a shaky moan is ripped from his throat.

"Feeling good?" Janus coos, as a few stray droplets of milk escape from Logan's tit. Janus keeps rubbing them.

"Yes," Logan whimpers. "Yes, I'm-"

"How good?"

Logan's head falls back with a pathetic cry as the cocks inside of him thrust hard against his prostate, sending pleasure through his shaking body. "So good!" he cries in response. "Stretched and empty-"

"Empty?" Janus gasps in surprise, before stifling a groan as Logan clenches around them. Behind Logan, Virgil moans, digging his nails into Logan's love handles. "There was still a bit of milk left in you! Here, let me show you."

Janus once again connects his lips to Logan's breast, sucking down the rest of the milk available, which results in a decent mouthful. Though, instead of swallowing it down, he grabs the hair by the scruff of Logan's neck and pulls his face down, pressing their lips together and subsequently forcing milk down Logan's throat.

Though he nearly gags, Logan obediently gulps it down, only to choke out a gargled moan when suddenly his cock is grabbed and rubbed against Janus's. With the mess already drenched between both of them thanks to Logan's previous excitement - and the excess lube Janus so graciously used - their cocks slide easily against each other. Logan leans forward, moaning loud at the touch, and Janus praises him softly.

"Fuck, Logan," Virgil quietly mutters, "I wish I could see your face right now."

"You're missing out," Janus teases, as he milks a few stray drops of pre from Logan's overwhelmed shaft, "he looks awfully pretty."

Logan whines, and Janus huffs out a soft laugh at his cute overstimulation.

As they continue to thrust against his prostate, Virgil and Janus slowly begin making noises of their own. Virgil moans against Logan's back, kissing at the sweat that begins to form. His hands slowly go from Logan's waist to his chest, squeezing tight to Logan's breasts. He gropes them roughly and desperately, squeezing his boobs together and digging his fingers into the soft, warm flesh. Janus's hands take over guiding Logan up and down, though he makes sure to summon an extra arm or two to keep Logan's cock stroked.

"Fuck," Logan whines, with plenty of unintelligent obscenities coming out of his mouth shortly after. "I'm so... I need.... I-"

"Needy boy," Janus whispers, as he kisses at Logan's neck. He squeezes their cocks together, drawing moans from both of them. In turn, Logan clenches around the cocks inside of him, and that added friction and tightness sends Virgil over the edge. Virgil moans loudly and grips Logan firmly, and Logan's body jerks excitedly as Virgil pumps him full of semen.

Virgil only manages to thrust into him a few more times after that, and then buries his face into Logan's flesh, whining as Janus keeps thrusting around him.

Tears prick Logan's eyes as he clings to Janus desperately, gasping between breaths as he struggles to catch his own, while Janus kisses over his body and rubs their cocks together.

And then, without warning, Janus is bringing Logan's hips down hard, driving Janus and Virgil's cocks deep inside of Logan, before he comes as well, further filling Logan with come and making him moan and cry.

"Please," Logan shakily begs. "I'm-"

"I know," Janus soothes him. "Go on."

"Please," Virgil then adds, though he's panting softly. "I always love hearing how you sound when you come."

And Logan can't really hold back much longer than a few seconds, with his ass full of semen and his cock being stroked and rubbed against soft, slick flesh, and his oversensitive body being forced repeatedly into overwhelming oversensitivity. His orgasm fills him with sheer ecstasy; his eyes roll back into his head. His mouth opens as if he's crying out, but no sound is able to escape him, too consumed in his own pleasure to think about anything other than the few pathetic drops of semen that escape his otherwise empty balls.

Janus frots their cocks together through his orgasm, but sweetly lets Logan go the moment he starts squirming in overstimulation, giving him a brief respite while they're all still pressed close together.

"Do you want to shower?" Virgil then asks, though his voice is soft. He's not pressuring Logan to answer, and if Logan doesn't then he's more than happy cuddling with his cock still in Logan, but Logan exhales and nods, visibly fatigued.

He goes uncharacteristically lax, relying solely on them to lift him off their cocks and then carry him after. Janus carefully peels Logan's glasses off his face and then steps into the bathroom first - starting the water and letting it get warm - before he comes back to help Virgil to his feet. Virgil carries Logan close, rubbing his trembling body while whispering sweet nothings.

They help him shower and clean him out, being careful around his overwhelmed cock and tender breasts, and then wrap him up in a cozy towel after. Again, Virgil holds him as Janus picks out pajamas, and then they're all cuddled up in baggy clothes on Logan's bed, with fresh blankets draped over them.

As Logan's spooned from both sides - Virgil again affectionately hugging his back, while Janus presses their chests together - he suddenly freezes when Virgil hums and quietly asks "hey... didn't you used to have pumps? Whatever happened to them?"

Logan's eyes go wide, and flicker up to Janus's face. Thanks to his blurred vision, Janus's expression is unreadable, but he's sure his own red face gives away the answer to Virgil's question.

Though, luckily, Janus sweetly lies "he's already asleep, dear," which seems to dissuade Virgil's curiosity. For now, at least.

And then Janus is snuggling back up to him, guiding Logan's face to his chest and petting through his hair, while Virgil tangles all three of their legs together, keeping them all close and content.

#im gonna reblog on main 2 idgaf....... i like this fic.....

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