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THIS SHIT SLAPS! What a good excuse to read the entire thing from beginning to this update

Be My Baby/Devil Like You

A/N: Hi I'm not dead, and I re-wrote this chapter 5 times. Enjoy the Remy/Remus/Emile/Logan content I have been eagerly awaiting (from myself) for a year.

Fic Synopsis: Roman knows how to dance, Patton knows how to pray, Remus knows how to use his mouth and Logan knows how to shut it. Meanwhile, Virgil and Janus think they’re all idiots and are begging for some healthy communication. (University!AU) (18+)

Chapter Synopsis: Logan has a stressful day, Remus and Emile plan to calm him down, except things take an interesting turn when Remy offers him an alternative route.

Warnings: Weed, uh a fourway without prior discussion, I think that's it.

Ships for the whole fic: Intrulogical, Royality, Anxceit, Logan/Remy/Remus/Emile. (Lomile and Remus/Remy separately too)

Word Count: 5703

Logan has had the sort of day that makes him wish he could lie down for hours and not move. Outside in the cooling evening air, he tilts his head back and up towards the setting sun to feel it’s vibrance against his paling skin. Then at the sound of his own name, he pries open his eyes and turns to look over, his smile already in place, at Emile. Something about his partners are as soothing as novocaine, but twice as addictive and half as harmful. Suddenly the building full of university work that he has just left behind is not so much of a worry for him.

"Ready for a nice, relaxing evening?" Emile asks as he comes within earshot, grinning at him in that boyish sort of way that he has. "We can watch a movie, eat popcorn, cuddle." Logan smiles and nods, accepting the hand held out to him and lacing their fingertips together with calming ease.

The walk to Emile's apartment is not long, and to be honest, Logan is glad for the time to just refocus his brain into 'calm down' mode. This mostly involves being silent as Emile chatters about his day. Every word, though sometimes amiss on Logan (who has never understood his own brain, let alone psychology as a field), fills him with this fluttery and energetic sensation that he has grown to name ‘love’.

"I think Remus is currently here." Emile utters as they stand outside the apartment complex. Logan blinks at the sound of his partner’s name, before humming in agreement. Yes, Remus had mentioned he'd be seeing Remy today. Though he'd been a little tired this morning so he’d only really caught a third of the words spoken to him in the exhausted barely-awake slumber of 7am. "Lucky you, two of your boyfriends at once, unfortunately, the side effect is Remy."

Logan chokes back a laugh, shaking his head. He doesn't mind Remy at all, he's...interesting. Which is an easier way to say that Logan is interested in him.

He watches Emile open the door, stepping through before they head up to his apartment. "Have I ever mentioned your apartment is really, uh,.nice, it must cost a fortune to live here." Emile hums, glancing around.

"It's more expensive than the usual accommodation, but..." he shrugs slightly with a sigh "...not nearly as much as some places, it helps that it's on the edge of the city center I think, it might be a bit of a walk for a party, but otherwise it's just a nice place to live." He rifles around in his bag for his keys. "We have a gym, it's small but nice, oh! And a swimming pool!" Logan blinks, wondering why he'd never noticed. "I go down there sometimes, after about 11 it's deserted, it's nice and quiet...." he slides the key into the lock "...sometimes you just really have to escape your boyfriend," he speaks with teasing to his tone, but Logan knows better, Emile loves Remy more than most things in life. It's a sentiment that is very clearly returned.

"I'd say sorry before you walk in," Remy calls from the living room as the door swings open "...but I also heard that so you don't get an apology." Emile snorts as they step through the hallway into the living room, which smells like smoke and sex. Remus's head peeks up from the floor over the side of the couch, his hair disheveled and a grin on his lips. He's shirtless, and there's an impressive bite mark just above his collarbone.

"Do you two even pause for a breath?" Emile wonders aloud, brushing past the men with a wrinkle to his nose as he switches on the fan. "What have I told you about smoking without the fan on?" He chastises.

"I made dinner?" Remy asks, eyes wide and a slight pout to his lips. His boyfriend rolls his eyes, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips.

"How come that never works with you?" Remus calls over to Logan.

"If I let you get away with everything because you pouted I'd never get any work done," he replies, sitting on the floor beside his other boyfriend, resting his head on his shoulder with a content hum. Remus wraps an arm around his shoulder, squeezing gently. Emile snorts, knowing full well Logan would let Remus get away with murder if he smiled just right. He drops his bag on the floor next to the couch with a yawn.

"You heat up dinner, I'm going to get changed," Emile hums, tapping Remy's head.

"Yes, sir, can I get you anything else with that?" Remy replies sarcastically.

"Sure!" Logan laughs quietly as Emile holds up his middle finger, before disappearing off into the bedroom. The two of them are so...married. In every way but legally. Remy grins, tapping Logan's shoulder to hand him what's left of the joint. He places his finger over his lips before he slips into the open-plan kitchen to grab the cellophane-wrapped plates out of the fridge.

Logan slips the joint to his lips, inhaling slowly and deeply before exhaling. He doesn't understand why he has to keep his mouth shut if Remy and Remus can get away with it. He smokes a little too fast, however, his head half spinning as he drops the roach and burned paper into the ashtray and rests his head into Remus' neck.

By the time Emile comes back out, the food has been heated up. Logan is well aware of the fact he hasn't eaten today, and maybe it's the weed but he feels like he can't focus on anything else suddenly. He gets halfway through the plate before his mind is currently occupied elsewhere. "I want to go for a swim," he mutters absently. Remy bites back a grin, shaking his head.

"We do have a pool!"

"I know, Emile told me," he hums, looking out the window at the night's sky that has just about started to get settled. "Can we go for a swim?" He looks over at Emile, eyes wide in pleading. Emile's eyes narrow, before looking over at Remy, who ducks before his partner's hand can hit him gently on the back of the head.

"One job, Remy, do not give Logan drugs, I gave you one job!"

"It was Remus!"

"No, it wasn't!"

Logan giggles as the two point at each other accusatory. "It's like that spiderman meme," he whispers "Y'know with the..." he points, grinning with a shake of his head. "So can we go swimming?"

"I'm down," Remy takes another bite out of his food before resting his fork down. For a drug infamous for making you hungry, two of them are not entirely sure they could stomach more than half the plate. Remus, however, is eating his food like he's scared it will disappear.

"He's high," Emile frowns "...that sounds dangerous."

"We'll be there to make sure he doesn't forget how to swim, besides, the water will wake him up." Remy takes a sip from the glass of water in front of him, raising his eyebrow. All three of them seem to be waiting for Emile's permission, causing him to sigh and reluctantly agree. Logan makes a very soft cheering noise, leaning his head on Emile's shoulder with a smile, before he decides he wants to hug him instead.

"Thank you so much," he whispers.

"How much did you smoke?"

"I think it's less the amount and more Remy told him to keep quiet so he inhaled the fucking thing." Emile tuts, Remy ducks again in preparation for yet another lighthearted slap. He's sure if anyone else were to witness their relationship they'd ask if he's being abused, but Emile's slaps have about the same amount of impact as a particularly heavy feather. That's to say, it could probably hurt someone somewhere, but certainly not him. No, some part of Remy would welcome an actual slap off his boyfriend. "He'll be alright, either way there wasn't enough there to knock him out, I wouldn't let him smoke that much."

Emile entirely believes the sincerity in Remus' voice. But much like Remy, he doesn't quite know the boundaries of people who are unused to playing fast and loose with youth. It's not that either of them would ever put Logan in harm's way, it's that their idea of 'harm's way' is drastically different from his own, and from Logan's.

Still, Logan is okay, just a little giggly.

And now they're going swimming.

Emile and Remy have swim trunks, but Logan insists his boxers will be just fine. Remus, who politely asks Emile if he has any trouble seeing him naked (which is met with a half-hearted sigh and shake of the head) decides not to get the only underwear he has on him soaked. "It's a public-ish pool," Emile had reminded him, "...but I've never seen anyone in at this time." Remus decides he'll take his chances, half bouncing down the stairs to get to the pool.

It's large, with glass windows and fluorescent lights that shine on the chlorine blue pool. Like any other public pool, but only for these residents. Remus, not for the first time, wonders how much money these people even have, then decides as long as he personally gets to reap the benefits he doesn't care. Remy tugs off his shirt, dropping his bag on the side with his towel. Remus follows suit, peeling off the layers of his clothes without any hesitation at all. Emile glances away with a slight flush to his cheeks, kicking off his shoes and socks, resigning to sitting on the edge with his feet in the water.

Logan seems to just stare at the surface for a while, watching the lights gleam off it with interest. Then Remus flips into the water (accidentally, he was trying to dive) and the splash disturbs the peace. Remy dives in with a considerable amount more grace, coming up to tread the water with a grin, his hand pushing his hair out of his eyes. Logan smiles warmly, his reverie broken. "Are you not getting in?" He asks Emile, who shakes his head with a small smile. "Okay," he hums, tugging his shirt over his head with a quiet yawn, moving to place it with Remy and Remus' things, he sits down to slowly tug off his shoes and socks, momentarily infatuated by the cool surface of the poolside against his soles. Then he undoes his trousers and steps out of them.

He doesn't really notice the way Emile's eyes study his body, or that Remy whistles a sigh through his teeth as he steps towards the water's edge. Remus, however, is not subtle and wolf whistles across the pool with a giggle. Logan grins, his tongue poking out between his teeth before his attention goes to slipping into the water by sitting down and shuffling in. He gasps slightly at the cool water, his hands gripping the side of the pool with both of his hands. Swimming in boxers, he learns, is a lot different to swimming in trunks. But he adjusts and pushes away from the side to swim out into the actual pool.

He remembers being a child and lying on his back on the surface of the water, background noise subdued by the underground hue that was water blocking his ears. He does this now, lying back and staring up at the ceiling with a small smile, simply watching it pass by him without a single care in the world. All the stress of the day bleeds away from him, and for a second he understands tranquility. Peacefulness. The whole world stops just for him, and everything is just utterly fine.

But Remus splashes water over him and his new agenda is starting a water fight. Emile and Remy laugh as the two begin splashing each other rather ferociously (Emile squealing as one particularly harsh wave soaks him from head to toe, leaving him to giggle and wipe the water off his face). Then, Remus ducks under the water to avoid a splash, when he next comes up he is much closer to his boyfriend. Logan grins, swimming back to lean against the wall as Remus flicks water up at him.

"He's cute," Remy mutters to Emile, leaning against the wall to watch Logan's smile.

"Don't you start," his lover mutters, a smile on his lips "...have you finally got it?"

"Years of listening to you pine for him and I just didn't understand, I mean in high school he was a bit..." he sighs "...he was, and is, one of my best friends but he was still a bit of a dick...I guess you were seeing something I couldn't see," He sighs again in a more tired fashion, turning to lean his forearms on the wall as he looks up at him. "Not that I thought he was genuinely an asshole, obviously, he was just having a rough time and I get it, but now I...he's changed a lot." Remy leans his head on his arms for a moment. "Now he's actually the person he's meant to be, like the Logan I knew in high school would have spent an hour talking about how drugs are bad, and how swimming whilst intoxicated is dangerous, and do not get me started on the repression."

"The drugs are bad for him, and Remus too for that matter, you have them because it's your medication."

"A little bit won't kill him Emmy, he needs to experience these things now, with us, because a whole world just opened up to Logan...do you think he's not going to want to try as much of it as possible?" Emile's expression softens, knowing his partner is making perfect sense. "Let me handle the rougher stuff, you know I can do it..." Emile nods in reluctant agreement. "...especially given his-" A soft moan startles them both out of the conversation, Remy's head lifting instantaneously to peer over at the other two. He licks his lips with a heavy sigh, shaking his head. "Yeah, by the way when were you going to tell me he makes those noises?" Emile snorts, but his eyes drift over to the sight of Logan's body pressed against the poolside, his eyes closed, head tilted back, water running over his skin as Remus's head buried in the junction between neck and shoulder.

Remy looks up at Emile with a raised eyebrow. "Don't even think ab-" his breath catches in his throat at the gentle whimper that pulls from Logan's lips, clearly a little lost on cloud nine. "We should...go?" He asks, not entirely sure of the protocol.

"He's your boyfriend," Remy muses aloud. "I know what I'd be doing if I was invited." Emile shakes his head quickly, a frown on his lips. "Do you want to leave?" The psychology student's cheeks flush, staring down at his hands. "...or do you want to watch?" The grin on Remy's lips is bordering on wicked. "Why don't you come and get in the water, Em?" His tone isn't demanding, he's asking, but the tone is layered in a promise that Emile doesn't know if he wants his partner to take. Remus's body presses to Logan's, his hands gripping the ledge of the pool as he rocks against him. Emile tugs off his shirt and throws it far away from the edge.

"You..." he points to Remy, before slipping into the water. "...are a terrible influence." His feet press to the shallow floor and he leans in to kiss Remy firmly, pressing him hard against the edge. Their lips part against each other's, Remy's neck craning to Emile as he yields to the movement easily, a routine he doesn't ever need to practice. He shivers at the taste of Emile's tongue and his hands sliding down his body, tilting his neck to the side the moment the kiss breaks. The other man ducks his head down to press a feather-light kiss to his soaked skin, his tongue darting out against his thundering pulse before he finally applies the pressure of his teeth and sucks. Remy moans softly, his eyes rolling closed as his feet shuffle an inch apart to lift his leg around Emile's waist.

When he next opens his eyes he finds them meeting Logan's, who is watching them both with distracted arousal. Without thinking, all Remy can think to do is grin lazily, and grind his cock against Emile's hip, an exaggerated gasp of relief pressing past his lips. Remus leans in close to whisper something in Logan's ear that has his eyes widening and his attention pulling back to his current partner.

Emile pulls back a little, his hand coming up to Remy's neck, not squeezing, just holding, his thumb pressing against the nice bruise that is yet to truly settle over his jugular. Remy's head tilts back almost automatically just from the presence of the other man's palm against his throat, and he knows it makes his boyfriend grin just a little. He's easy like that. And he knows it. "We really can't do this here," Emile mutters, looking like a god to his lover, with the water running down his skin and tangling in droplets in his damp hair. Remy couldn't care if they were on the precipice of an active volcano when his partner looked like that.

"Could be fun though," he hums, both his feet finding the ground again. "What do you want to do?" Remy always uses words like 'want' and 'desire.’ These are far more important to him than 'right' and 'need'. Still, no matter what Emile wants, the nagging logic has him shaking his head.

Remy nods, turning around and lifting his body out of the pool with a small smile because, despite the fact Emile is calling it quits, it does mean they all get to go back upstairs. "Hate to break up this absolutely delightful scene," he sits down by the poolside, his hand coming out to run through Logan's wet hair in what was supposed to be a playful ruffle but mostly ended up making the other man shiver. "But Emile is getting anxious...'' The effect is almost instantaneous, Logan's attention entirely on his other boyfriend. Remus, similarly, looks worried, peering over at Emile.

"It's warmer upstairs," Emile reminds them. Logan nods with a hum, and Remy holds out a hand to help him out. Although 'help' is less what Remy does, standing to his feet and half-lifting Logan out of the pool. An action that does very little for the way his cock is currently tenting in his boxers. A flush covers Logan's cheeks as he haphazardly tries to adjust. The men on either side of him are struggling to do much more than stare.

"You two are way too easy," Emile mutters, suddenly standing right next to them both, startling them. "Jesus Christ." He shakes his head, handing Logan a towel, which he very gratefully wraps around himself.

Remus hauls himself out of the water, shaking his hair off like a dog, utterly unabashed as he wanders over to grab Remy's towel. "Rude," Remy huffs, now absently staring at the other man with faux offence on his face. Emile's eyes drift over just for a moment, watching Remus dry off his hair as water drips down his collarbones, over his chest. His eyes just about settle on his flushed, half-hard cock before he tears his eyes away.

"And they're easy?" Logan mutters under his breath.

"You behave," Emile sighs.

"What's going to happen?" Logan asks softly, gathering the other man's entire attention at the slight shake to his tone.

"I..." Emile trails off. "I don't really know? It's not like we've talked about this and I..." he looks just as lost as Logan feels, and somehow that is comforting. "I don't really know what I want, but you're all very pretty." He utters under his breath. "...Watching you was...different, good, I...it's just it's a public space and I got anxious about being caught and..."

"I understand," Logan wraps his arms around him, burying his face in his chest with a gentle sigh. "I'm okay with whatever happens," he mutters. "I trust you." The words make Emile's heart race in a more poignant fashion than watching Logan fall apart in a daze. He leans down and kisses him gently because it feels like the only thing he could do that could possibly convey how relieving hearing those words feel.

Remus has settled on his underwear but he doesn't really seem eager to put on clothes. Emile does not find this uncomfortable. He picks up his own shirt and Logan hugs all his clothes to his chest like a personal barrier. Remus gives him a soft smile, thinking he looks nothing less than adorable as they make their way back as fast as possible.

Remus drops his clothes on the couch and flops face down on the carpet as soon as they walk in, leaving Remy and Emile to snort at the other man's antics. Logan, however, curls up on the couch, shivering. "Are you okay?" Remus asks, the playfulness dissipating as he shifts to kneel in front of his partner, a frown on his lips.

"This is even worse," Remy utters under his breath. "Hot I can handle, sweet?" He moves to boil some hot water with a shake of his head. Emile rolls his eyes and moves to kneel in front of Logan beside Remus. The other man peers at them through his hair, looking nervous.

"What's wrong, Lo?" Emile asks softly, his hand coming to rest on his arm, he's cold, they all are a little, but not freezing. Remus' frown furthers, biting his lip as he glances at Emile.

"Do you want to talk to one of us alone?" Remus asks softly. Logan blinks slowly, his hands coming up to hold one each of theirs.

"Cold," he mutters softly. "I...I don't know if I've done something wrong," he utters honestly. "I don't know what's happening or what's going to happen, and it's...I can't...I don't know how to deal with the uncertainty, I can't tell if anyone's upset." The sound of the kettle boiling fills a very static silence. Remy tries to get cups as quietly as possible, wincing at the sound of ceramic. It's not until he glances up and realizes that Logan's eyes are fixated firmly on him that he even knows that he's part of the conversation. He swallows dryly, now very aware of three sets of eyes.

"Sorry," he mutters "...uh, I wasn't sure if I was invited to help." Logan frowns, eyebrows furrowed in distinct confusion and it registers in Remy's mind not for the first time in the very long time he's known Logan, that the other man does not quite make distinctions the same way as everyone else. He doesn't really know how much his friend has changed in the time they'd been away from each other, but he knows in high school Logan wasn't always...good with uncertainty. It would freak him out to the point of breakdowns. He also, in a double whammy of misfortune for this situation, was not very good with social communication.

"I don't think you've done anything wrong," Remy says quietly, pouring hot water into a mug with a tea bag, before moving over to hand Logan the cup. "Now anybody is invited to tell me I'm wrong, but I can't think of anything that would make me upset." Logan shifts slightly as he holds the cup, shivering at the warmth.

"I was only anxious because we were in a public pool, Logan, where anyone could walk in," Emile explains "...not because of anything you did...or didn't do if that's also a worry." He glances at Remus, who shakes his head.

"Yeah, uh, no I've got nothing Lo, you've not done anything to upset me." Logan seems to scan their faces with utmost scrutiny, as if deriving whether or not it's a trick. “It’s okay,” the words are spoken so softly that they don’t seem like Remus’s at all for a long moment. But his eyes are gentle with the softness he reserves entirely for Logan to witness. The sort of look a man gives another man who has, without question, changed his life on an avalanche-level scale.

Emile’s hands are gentle as Remy peers up at Logan with this expression that, if given to anyone else, would be assumed to be the image of love. For a long second neither man can look away, by the time Logan does his cheeks are a soft coating of pink and red. "If it helps, I was enjoying the show," Remy gives a playful grin, teasing a smile out of the other man, the blush heating further as Logan gives a soft whine of embarrassment. "Remus definitely was, but he was also getting all the action." The smile is returning back into the man with the words, so Remy considers that a win. But his eyes linger on the other man with interest, almost sober but experiencing this odd slowness in his own restraint. "I'll finish making that coffee," Remy finally cuts into the silence, hoping nobody sees the flush rising up his neck.

He knows as soon as he wanders over to the kitchen that Remus will crawl back into his partner's arms though. He's barely away for a few seconds when he hears a sharp inhale of breath. He doesn't turn back around, steadying his breathing as he feels his heart thud slowly in his chest. Remy's eyes flutter shut, stilling as he just listens. For a second, he's not even sure he can turn around, but he's glad when he does. Remus had taken to sitting between Logan's thighs, the other man's heels pressed against the seat as he stared through lidded eyes at his partner, who is sucking an impressive bruise into his left thigh. Emile watches with rapt attention, his cheeks hot and eyes wide, breath hitching in his throat. Remy exhales a sigh, swallowing. Then he steps towards them, hesitating, unsure. The movement captures Logan's attention, eyelids fluttering open to rest his eyes on Remy's face, then he bites his bottom lip with all the thoughts in his head spilling across his facial expression.

Remy sits down next to Emile.

He feels oddly nervous in a way he doesn’t think he’s ever felt, not for this anyway. But the crashing realization that he’s watching Logan, currently, is something he can’t outrun. If someone had told him a year ago he’d be watching his former best friend slowly lose himself to a course of pleasure, Remy might have laughed. He’s not laughing now. Remus lifts his head to mouth at Logan’s cock through his boxers, pulling a breathless moan from his lips. His lidded eyes lift just enough to stare right through Remy, his flushed cheeks heating further at the gaze.

Emile’s hand startles Remy, tilting his head to the side at the grip on his forearm. “Are you okay?” He blurts out, on complete autopilot.

Emile laughs softly, nodding, guiding Remy into a gentle kiss, before he taps the floor space between his thighs. The other man hesitates only a brief moment, because he doesn’t know, they hadn’t talked about whether or not this is something Emile would be comfortable with. “I’m okay,” Emile reassures him. Remy sits between his thighs, allowing his partner’s arms to wrap around his waist. He tilts his head to the side to accept the kiss to his neck that he knows is coming. Emile’s mouth sucks gently at the skin, his teeth lightly nipping.

Remy’s breath hitches in his throat, eyelids fluttering for a moment. He looks up at Logan and Remus a moment later, studying Remus’ fingers as he teases the waistband of Logan’s boxers. His own heart hammers in his chest, stuttering in anticipation. His body feels hot in a way he hadn’t felt since he’d fucked Remus for the first time, and before that, the first time he’d kissed Emile. The excitement of something new is rare, and as heavy as a drug.

Remus finally leans back, so that they can see Logan’s cock tenting in his boxers. His face is flushed, a flicker of embarrassment that the lack of contact manages to stabilize him in. He meets Remy’s eyes, and then Emile’s, but finds no discomfort in them. Still, he knows that he should’ve talked to them about this first.

“It’s okay,” Remy finds himself uttering, trying to ease the wave of uncertainty and keep Logan calm. Remus looks up at his boyfriend, hands pressed to his hips, and slowly Logan nods in response.

Emile stops bruising Remy’s neck as Remus slides Logan’s boxers down his hips. He does it so slowly, teasing not only himself, but everyone else too. The sensation of tension is physical, heavy in the room around them as he takes his time. Remy chokes on his breath as Logan’s cock is freed, achingly hard and leaking against his stomach.

It would appear weed has a very particular effect on him.

“How do you want to do this?” Remus asks, quietly. “Like do you want to see as much as possible?” The words pull Remy out of his daze, licking his dry lips as he nods. The other man gives a grin, amused by his speechlessness, but then again he’s had all the time in the world to see Logan naked. Remy is starting to wish he had too.

Remus stands and sits down on the couch, tapping his knees. Logan, who is mostly sober but now completely out of it for different reasons, stumbles to sit in his lap. He shivers as a hand comes to his thighs, another to his chest, toying gently with his nipple. There’s complete investment from his apparent audience, and finds his cheeks darkening even further as he meets their eyes.

“Pretty,” Remus utters, voice low and gravelly against his ears.

“Very,” Remy agrees, breath hitching as Emile’s hands find the zipper of his jeans. He shifts his hips ever so slightly, letting his partner undress him just enough to slip his jeans down. He’s already half-hard, and he twitches as Emile’s hand slips into his boxers, startling a gentle moan from him.

Logan’s eyes lock on him then with intense focus. As if registering what he’s doing with intense certainty, he spreads his legs a little more, leaning back against Remus. His moans remain unsure, but he attempts to rock his hips a little, showing off his aching cock. Remy bites his lip, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. The two of them study each other with curiosity.

Remus’ hand picks up its pace, startling Logan enough for a shakier, unrestrained moan to leave him. Remy sits up straighter then, a sound in the back of his throat that is almost a growl. “Can I?” He asks, leaning forward. Logan gives a hurried nod.

Remy isn’t sure he’s ever moved so fast before, kneeling up, tugging his shirt over his head and scrambling between Logan’s thighs. The other man barely has a second to adjust, Remus’s hand still squeezing the base of his cock, before Remy’s head dips down and takes him down his throat.

His hands grip Logan’s thighs as his head bobs between his thighs, spit dripping over Remus’ hand. Then he pulls back, letting Remus take over, a gentle moan in his own tongue at the taste of Logan’s precum on his tongue. He moves his hands to the back of Logan’s thighs, the two of them half bending him into shape. For a moment, the other man looks confused, then his eyes go wide with a stammered moan as Remy’s tongue probes at his exposed hole.

Logan’s head dips, looking down at the man between his legs. He whimpers. Remy pulls back and gives a lazy grin, before turning his attention to Logan’s thighs.

Emile simply watches, his eyes focusing on everything that is occurring. Though flustered, his cheeks hot and heart racing, he doesn’t touch himself or any of them. Some part of him just isn’t ready to be truly involved in this. But his heart still catapults in his chest as Remy lifts his head just in time for Logan’s hips to twitch, the keen moan of his ecstasy vibrating in their ears. His cum lands on Remy’s cheek and shirt, causing a moment of panic in all the relief. But Remy only sighs softly, looking somewhat pleased by the circumstance.

Remy leans back as Remus helps Logan sit up properly, before leaning up to kiss the other man gently, his hand cupping his cheek. When he pulls back, he can take in the glassy-eyed stare of relief and overwhelming emotion that he is being given. “Thank you,” Logan mutters, flushed down to his chest with the heat.

“I think we could both do with a shower,” Remy replies, his voice a little rough.

“Is everyone okay?” Emile interjects, running his hand through his hair. Remus grins, giving a thumbs up, whilst Logan tries to stand on shaky legs.

“Why don’t you take care of Logan whilst I take care of Remy?” Remus asks, knowing Emile just enough that this will be more reassuring for him. Gratefully, he nods in response and stands, taking Logan’s hands in his own. Remy gently squeezes his arm, holding his gaze for a mere moment in which an entire conversation seems to happen. Emile nods, smiles, and leads Logan to the shower.

“Are you okay?” Emile asks Logan again.

“Confused, but ultimately, utterly fine.” They share a small smile, and Logan feels exhilaration in a way he’s never felt before.

“Good, I can work with that,” there’s a second where they don’t need to say anything at all, Logan gently rests his head against his partner, feels the warmth of his hand on his skin, and then slips into the shower without another word.arc

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drabble req, intruality with trans remus, where patton instead of sloppily eating remus out like he wants, gives little kisses to his cunt to tease him?

Remus is sure he looks obscene, legs spread wide and held open, his cunt wet and dripping down to his asshole. And Patton is still looking at him with those soft baby brown eyes with so much love and adoration that it makes him a little sick.

“Patton, please,” his beg barely a whisper. Patton knows what he wants, to be eaten out until he is crying and trembling and coming repeatedly.

But still Patton denies him, lips pressing soft and gentle to his inner thighs, hands caressing his skin, and the most teasing of kisses to his little cock.

28 notes • Posted 2021-02-10 14:09:31 GMT

consider: a dom shoving the end of their sub’s shirt, that they are still wearing, into mouth to muffle and gag them :)

30 notes • Posted 2021-05-23 17:51:07 GMT

Ok i guess a prompt if you want? Logicality maybe right after their engagement or wedding where Patton tops and just,,, praises Logan?? Just really pure but also not at the same time

Engagement - Logicality

Summary: Patton proposes, Logan says yes, and they have some rough yet loving sex to celebrate.

Warnings: (happy) crying after sex, light fingering, emotional sex

Word count: 1.3k

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The ring is brand new on Logan’s finger, a simple silverband with an engraving on the inner side, already warming up to his body heatwhich is undoubtedly higher than usual with the soft flushing of his cheeks andthe excited, nervousness coursing throughout his body. His answer had beenimmediate, of course, he had no need to think for more than a moment.

Patton had asked him to marry him. He said yes after littlemore than a beat. And then had an armful of a very cheery and tearful Patton,pressing the wettest of kisses to his cheeks and lips that Logan could not helpbut giggle and sputter at, easing his lover off of him to somewhat regain composureeven if it was not for long.

Their dinner date had been lovely after all, a home-cookedmeal just the two of them in their flat, candles lit and romantic music playing– Logan had wondered if he mixed up the dates and was missing something. Pattonhad been an accommodating host as per usual, and maybe Logan was a little tipsyon the red wine. But their dessert was left still in the fridge as they forgotall about the rest of their meal and their focus is turned more so on eachother.

Logan does not resist his urge to kiss his lover – now his fiancé– pulling him up from his weird position still half on his knees from theproposal and taking himself up too until they are standing. Patton’s hands easeinto the soft of his shirt material, pulling it out from its tucked place in histrousers and inching it up further as his hands wander upwards. Only when thebacks of Logan’s thighs hit the edge of the dining table does he realise thatmaybe they should resist the urge to fuck over their barely finished meal.

“Bedroom,” Logan breathes out, barely escaping another kissfrom the other man only for Patton’s lips to find another place of interest inhis throat, “please.”

Maybe it is the whispering desperateness in Logan’s voice orperhaps the way his head tilts just so to let Patton have more access to hisskin or maybe it is the way Logan’s hips knock into his own with pure, raw need.Perhaps it is a bit of all of them.

But Patton pulls away, letting his hands drag the shirt upand over Logan’s head and onto the chair he was previously sat in, then hegrabs Logan’s hand, taking him down the hallway to the familiarity of theirbedroom.

Logan is on the bed in an instant, huffing out laughter asPatton all but shoves him onto the sheets, then he watches as his fiancé takeslittle time with his own shirt, then unbuckling his belt and before long he isstanding nude before him, much like he has many times before and that thoughtboth soothes and makes Logan melt. The sight of Patton’s bare body, especiallyagainst his own, has never lost its excitement and he doubts it ever will.

“Enjoying the view?” Patton asks teasingly, striking thesmallest of poses before crawling onto the bed with the other man, easilymaking haste with removing Logan’s own trousers and underwear.

“As I always am, my heart,” Logan responds, soft and mildmannered, body going lax against the bedsheets and Patton’s hands.

“I think that’s the first time you’ve answered a questionwithout really having to think about it,” Patton says.

“I had nothing to think about,” Logan counters, leaning upbarely to claim Patton’s lips in a soft, chaste kiss, “I have known I want tospend my life with you for a long time now.”

Patton looks almost adorably confused and utters, “so whydidn’t you propose?”

“I thought you would enjoy the romantics of it all, I amsure I would not have proposed in such a dramatic yet romantic manner, I merelywould have asked you without any foreplay.”

Patton’s expression softens to something akin to adorationand Logan cannot help but return the expression, bringing a hand up to pushPatton’s bangs out of his face from where they had fallen.

“But you are enjoying this kind of foreplay too, yes?”Patton asks, a cheeky grin gracing his features even when Logan dares to rollhis eyes at his lover’s joke, despite how secretly fond of them he is.

He hums, “I am but, my heart, I wish you would further ouractivities and perhaps indulge your fiancé in something a little less romantic.”

Logan takes pleasure in seeing the way Patton’s smile falls andhis mouth gapes, the pink hue rising on his cheeks from the mere implicationsof Logan’s words.

“I promise, my love, to ravage you until you can neitherwalk nor speak but please let me make love to you, my fiancé, just for tonight,and then maybe again on our wedding night,” Patton resorts, voice still softbut deeper and it sends shivers down Logan’s spine and he cannot help butrelent easily into Patton words and hands.

Soft whispers of “thank you” and “my love” are mixed betweenthe gentleness of Patton’s hands sliding lower and lower, caressing his bareskin and then following with his lips until Logan is trembling, fingers pullingagainst the sheets and his hair messed against the pillows. Yet Patton merelywhispers praise of “beautiful” and “gorgeous” as his fingers work his fiancé open,slow and teasing, and Logan cannot help but think that it is Patton who is thebeautiful one.

His mouth does not let him voice these words of course, softwhines escaping amongst the barest hints of Patton’s own name as Logan willshis body to relax and calm for a mere moment as Patton pulls away for a momentor two. He returns towering over Logan, bending his fiancé’s legs upwards andletting their lips meet once more as his cock, slick with lube, eases inside ofthe other as it has done times before. Yet, the ecstatic expression on Logan’sface is like brand new, eyes closed and head back, his mouth open in a high, obscenemoan.

And despite his previous promises of love making Pattonwants nothing more than to rail his lover so hard that he is unable to leavethe bed after he is done with him. So, his thrusts gain momentum, the obscene,wet slap of skin against skin echoing the room between the hitches of breathand groans and names.

“So pretty for me,” Patton breathes out against the hot, wetskin of his lover, followed by the trace of his tongue against collarbone, “alwaysso willing and pliant and good for me. Aren’t you? My good, willing boy.My good, beautiful soon to be husband.”

Logan’s back arches in a visceral reaction to his fiancé’swords, mouth falling open in a silent scream and his dominant hand fumbles forpurchase against his leaking cock. He has barely touched himself before he iscoming hard, wet splatters against his stomach and chest as he is thoroughlyfucked through his orgasm until he is shaking and overwhelmed.

Patton understands, he knows his lover’s body better thanhis own at this point, and he eases himself out of the other gently, takinghimself in hand instead, jerking himself off rapidly until he too is painting hislover’s skin with his come. He pauses for a moment, on his knees, hunched overthe other man with his eyes closed, listening to their intermingled breathing.

“I love you,” Logan says, voice weak, and one hand comes upto wipe at the barely there tears in Patton’s eyes.

Patton smiles down at him, soft and in love, “I’m happy yousaid yes.”

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34 notes • Posted 2021-02-18 21:57:50 GMT

You know the "looks like a cinnamon" meme? Decided to make a top and bottom version

it’s true and you should say it, would be a shame if people were to interpret this as they deem fit >.>

34 notes • Posted 2021-08-11 17:05:30 GMT

Double drabble request of Logan and tentacle boi Remus? The idea I had with Logan being shipwrecked and both discovering and researching Remus only to discover how sensitive those tentacles are to the touch

With being shipwrecked for months Logan had learned a lot, mostly survival and learning of the locals – mostly the animals but he made sure to steer clear of many of the mermaids. He isn’t sure of his crew’s whereabouts, but he is sure they will make their way back to him.

But his mostly constant campfire had attracted some other attention.

So, he doesn’t even flinch when those slimy, wet tentacles wrap around him whilst he’s fixing his makeshift bed. There are viciously sharp teeth at his bare throat, damp hands wandering more than what would be deemed inappropriately against his unclothed thighs, and the warmth of a chest against his back only serves to make him flush.

“Good morning, Remus.”

He can almost hear the pout in the other’s voice, “not even a little startled?”

Logan turns in their grip, pressing a kiss to their mouth, “maybe next time.”

The pout slides from Remus’ face, those teeth grinning again, “how sturdy is your bed now, nerd?”

He rolls his eyes, only jumping a little when Remus gropes his ass, “adequately so.”

“Good.”

With that he’s on his back, teeth clinking with his own and a tentacle between his legs.

47 notes • Posted 2021-02-10 13:19:45 GMT

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