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[nightlovechild]

Table Manners - Deceit’s Week. (Day 5: Moceit)

Warnings: Arguing, male character using feminine terms & feminine nicknames, BDSM Themes, Manhandling, Food (involved in play), Anal fingering, Bondage, CBT, Masturbation, Light knife play, Swinger lifestyle mentioned briefly, Alcohol, Object insertion (could be not safe in real life), anal penetration, ruined orgasm. 

Summary: When Dimitri forgets to act like a proper hostess, Patton turns him into a four course punishment instead. (Human AU!)

Notes: This story was written before the release of Deceit’s real name. Deceit's name is Dimitri. 

Hearing the door close, Dimitri prepared himself for a H-E- double hockey sticks of an argument. Patton's leather shoes sounded off of the hallway tile as he stepped quickly into the dining room.

"Dimitri Alexander Sanders, I would like to say that was impressive. But that would be an understatement. The absolute extent you will go to… and risking my job like that!" Patton scolded.

"Your Boss is scum. He was pressuring that girl into his charade, just like he pressures you into staying in your tiny cubicle everyday. I was fucking sick of it. Plus you know My motto: If you are going to lie, do it with style and grace. That floundering fool had neither; so he got what he deserved!" Dimitri said with venom. Setting the dirty dishes down and turning with a fiery flare of his long silk skirt. The high split sliding up to show off his bare leg down to his fuck me pumps.

Patton was looming in the doorway, loosening his tie and biting his bottom lip at the lustful sight. He wanted to stay mad at Dee's risky behavior at the dinner party. But the growing tent in his pants was detracting from his intimidating stance. What was a good man to do with such a hot, tempting, dirty...

Dimitri rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Well, could we get the speech about morals and being a good hostess under way? Let me see if I can get you going…Something, something...lying is wrong, but being disrespectful is worse. That in reality nice guys come...in first." Dimitri drew out his words with devious purpose. While letting his polished nails tap against his hips in a striking pose.

"No. I think this lesson will need to be more physical." Patton shook his head in disbelief as Dee made a challenging gesture by waving his hand.

"Bring it on."

Within seconds Patton had Dimitri face down, ass up in the air. Forced into spreading his legs to gain some type of balance at the sharp angle of laying against the tabletop. The struggle was always over quickly in the face of Patton's true strength.

He let Dee enjoy the pinned sensation by letting him struggle and wiggle. Because Dee was never able to get away when Patton’s hand was in the middle of his back. Patton's free hand flipped up his skirt. Making the beauty fight not to whine out loud as his ass cheek was cupped and squeezed. The grip making his panties pull tight against his sensitive cock.

"Come on, Pat. I know you want to spank me. Do it. Smack my ass. Punish me. I outed your boss with one phrase and a Facebook photo. The Mistress almost cried." Dimitri circled his hips, grinding against the tabletop. "I'm getting hard thinking about all the fabrications he is going to have to weave to fix what I picked apart in seconds. You have to punish me, please?"

"Believe me, beauty. You're going to get it again and again. Once here on the table, once in the limo, and once again in my new corner office." Patton smirked as he flipped Dimitri over.

Dee's high pitched squeal and astonished face saying it all.

"We did it? You're a partner now?" Pulling Patton in for a kiss.

"Yeah, Mr. Axer and I had a talk. Finished straightening him out. Told him to get his house in order before it ruined the business. Then he said if I could handle you all these years and remain such a saint being a partner should be easy." Patton said as he ground his throbbing bulge against Dee panties. Sealing their lips together in love and excitement.

Dimitri blindly grabbed behind himself as the kiss grew more heated. His rings clicking against the long glass vial as he gripped the extra virgin olive oil. Thrusting the bottle against Patton’s chest.

"Use it to fuck me, right now, or eat me up like your appetizer. God, just fucking need you. My big business man. My money maker." Dimitri demanded with a moan. Rolling his hips to enjoy the friction of his lace panties against Patton's hard pressed slacks..

"Awe, my dirty girl. So cute when he wants this breadwinner cock, huh?" Patton purred as he stripped his husband bare. The dress going over one shoulder and the panties going over the other.

Dee's cock slapped against his own abs from being so turned on. Patton's words were always his undoing. Losing patience, Dee leaned back pouring the olive oil all over his own cock and thighs. The slippery oil running down his balls then coating the cleft of his ass cheeks. Setting the bottle down, Dee hooked his hands behind his knees to spread himself even wider as Patton watched, entranced.

"Now don’t you look like a feast? But, pretty girl, you know this isn’t the position for taking a punishment. This looks more like you’re begging for a reward.” Patton stepped close, his finger tips running around Dimitri's rim.

"Punish later, fill me up now. I already set the mood to be stuffed. So jump to it." Dee mouthed off with a mischievous smirk.

Patton shook his head and slowly worked his fingers deep into Dee’s body. Getting his dirty girl worked up into a moaning mess in a matter of moments then dead stopped and pulled out.

“You are a slick one. I'll give you that.” Patton said as he wiped his hands clean on a discarded napkin.

Dimitri groaned loudly at the pun. Starting to sit up, only to be held in place.

“You always say the rule in making the deepest longest lasting impact is to set the mood, right? Right. So, how about setting the mood for your punishment? Your four course punishment." Patton growled. Gripping Dimitri's waist and pushing him into the middle of the table.

‘Oh god, yes. Let’s see how creative his self righteous fury gets us this time.’ Dimitri thought to himself as Patton stalked around him.

Patton began gathering things up while removing other items to give Dimitri room to relax back onto his elbows, legs spreading to offer a succulent view.

“What are your conditions for setting the perfect dining mood?” Patton asked as he laid out the items.

“A wonderful hostess knows the power of a glorious centerpiece, fine china serving up delicious food, glasses of high priced drinks and good guests.”

“Well, since you don't make for even a nice hostess, let's see this if this suits you better.” Patton plucked the brightly colored fresh flowers from their vase, “Are you a glorious centerpiece?”

Soft flower petals danced a path down Dee’s body. Water droplets, from the stems, fell across his skin as Patton worked the flowers over his stomach and down between his thighs. Flipping the flowers over Patton picked up the silk ribbon he had in his newly acquired pile of goodies.

Dimitri watched as his rock hard cock was bound to the bouquet. Grunting when the bow tightly cinched around his balls. Patton continued to tease and stroke the silk ribbon making Dimitri add his own dew to the flowers.

“Knees closed. Legs flat.” Patton ordered. Unzipping his pants to easily reach in and stroke his own aching need before moving to Dee’s other side.

Dimitri bit his lower lip as his gaze shifted from his masturbating lover to the flowers that were standing straight up due to the special position. Rolling his hips as Patton continued to survey his handwork. His normally calm face is suddenly full of speculation. Buttoning up his pants again, regaining his composure. The seconds dragging on until Dee couldn’t take the silence anymore.

“Well? Am I glorious, my love?” Dimitri asked as he ran his hands over the length of his body.

“Yes, the best centerpiece I’ve ever seen, My little China doll. But your fine body makes me hunger for more. Let's see if you could make a better plate with delicious food all over you?" Patton said as he began placing tiny bite sized treats on Dimitri’s body.

The placement of the last snack at the base of his neck forced Dee to lean his head back keeping the treat in place. But it also made Dee blind to Patton’s actions since he couldn’t move his head. Dee let out a shocked breath as cold metal points slid over his exposed nipples while an ice cold flat metal followed.

Patton chuckled as he placed a fork, with its tines pointed down, on Dee’s hard nipple and a clean butter knife, flat side down, on his other nipple. Picking up a spoon, Patton smirked as he watched the body underneath him shake with desire.

"Stop trembling, my plate. You're making the flowers shake." Patton smirked.

He fought to lay still as his ravenous husband tucked into the first treat at his naval. Slowly, Dimitri took in the sounds of lip licking and humming about how good each sweet tasted. Dee growled at the familiarity of the sounds. Flashes of Patton sucking him or their swinger friends off made him want to break the punishment and force his husband…

Then his mind blanked out as Pat picked up the fork and knife. Slowly dragging the utensils over his skin, tracing hearts and stars all around the last two delicate sweets. Pushing the silverware in, making pink marks show as Dee moaned and panted.

"Hubby, don't play with your food. It's not good manners." Dimitri scolded with a breathless voice.

“Of course my darling.” Patton answered sweetly. Tossing the silverware over his shoulder, leaning down, and eating the treats off of Dimitri’s bare flesh. Patton's hot lips and sharp teeth gently nipping his skin. Dimitri was gasping, leaking onto the flowers as he could feel the hickeys blooming under his skin as Patton pulled back.

"Your sounds are making me thirsty, dirty girl. Are you thirsty? Do you want champagne or a tall clean glass of water?" Patton paused, brushing the stray locks from Dee’s face.

Dimitri smiled at the check in, “water” being their code word for being done. Snaking his hand out to Pat’s, Dee gave him reassuring squeeze.

"Champagne sounds lovely. What g-glasss.." Dimitri stuttered then hissed as the ice cold liquid hit his stomach.

Patton took the champagne like a body shot. Once, twice, by the third time Dmitri was shaking so bad it was making the bubbly liquid spill.

"Be a good cup now. Let me drink you down." Patton scolded as he poured the alcohol down the flowers so it would flow over Dmitri's cock. Sucking, slurping, and licking as his dirty girl got closer to the edge. Patton pulled back when the champagne’s taste became salty.

“F-Fuck don’t.. N-no don’t stop.” Dee begged and squirmed. The flowers flicking the alcohol this way and that with his desperation.

“Are you my good girl?” Patton whispered.

In Dee’s current state he didn’t hear. So, Patton bent down next to his ear. “Are you my good girl? My beautiful Medusa? My awful wonderful hostess?”

“Yes! God, Patton, need you. Feel so empty. Please!” Dimitri whimpered, spreading his legs even more.

“How about I give you a small goody to curb your gnawing hunger?” Patton reached into his pile of items gripping a clean soup ladle with a very phallic shaped handle.

“Yes! Give it to me. Want it! F-fffuck.” Dimitri whined as Patton kissed his forehead while sliding a thick long cold shaft into his oil slicked hole.

“This is how you make our guests feel when you question and charm them to your wiles. So invaded and so deliciously full…,” Patton fucked the smooth ladle handle faster into Dimitri’s body, “of your devious motives.”

Dee couldn’t answer but take everything Patton was giving. Patton climbed up on the table, unzipped his pants, freeing his hard cock from it’s clothed prison.

“Bet you want me to reward you? Take this long cold metal shaft out of you and put my warm loving thick cock in your ass don’t you?” Patton started fucking the ladle into his whimpering lover even faster.

Dimitri nodded as his cock jerked and leaked on the flowers and ribbon. When he was right at the edge, his whimpers turning into groans, Patton undid the ribbon around Dee’s cock, all pressure was gone. Then the ladle pressed against his prostate on the out stroke. Dee keened as his orgasm tore through him with nothing touching him. No sexual gratification, just a ruined orgasm. Opening his eyes, blinking up with a teary look Patton was stroking himself, fast and firm.

“Oh god baby. Took your punishment so well. Came all over yourself just for me..” Patton’s words were lost to moans as he came. Marking Dee’s stomach and chest as he stroked himself through his orgasm. Fully enjoying himself as his husband watched from below.

"Water, Pat, water, please." Dee held up his shaky arms.

Patton switched completely, tucking himself away. He easily picked up his love, cuddling Dee close as he sat down in the head chair of the table. Pouring real water, the ice clinking into the glass then held it up to Dimitri's lips. Taking a deep drink then hiding his face in Patton's neck.

"What's your color sweetness?" Patton tried to keep his voice level to combat the fear they had gone too far this time.

"I'm green. Just feel tiny and.. and…"

"Vulnerable?"

"Yeah. No guards, no lies. Want this with you."

"But you're okay?" Patton gently guided Dee to look at him.

"Yes, Patty." Dimitri smiled demurely then he hid his face again.

"I think a dip in the hot tub then a massage sounds like a good start to our aftercare what do you think?" Patton asked as he stood up, letting Dee wrap his arms and legs around Patton as he walked them out onto the patio.

The setting sun and hot water always grounded Dimitri while the bird's fading songs and bubbles grounded Patton.

"I can't wait for the next dinner party." Patton sighed happily.

"I can't wait for the next after party romp about my horrible table manners." Dimitri giggled as Patton growled.

[nightlovechild]

Fake It - Deceit’s Week. (Day 4: Anxceit)

Warnings: depression, fighting, cognitive behavioral therapy, name calling, male character using feminine terms, bdsm themes, Remus briefly mentioned, D/s dynamics, spanking mentioned, anal fingering, anal sex, nipple play, hand job, over sensitivity, Deceit

Summary: Deceit helps Virgil out of his mental down-swing by any means necessary. Be it talking, fighting, asserting his dominance or rowdy sex, nothing is off limits when it comes to helping his Virgil. 

Notes: Deceit's name is Dimitri

"You're a quack." Virgil called out from under his protective blanket cocoon. 

"You get what you pay for, Honey." Dimitri quipped. 

"I don't pay you."

"Exactly. So stop wasting our time with your bitching and just do it!" 

"I can't believe you want me to fake being in a better mood? You think 'fake it until I make it' actually works? 

"Yes. It does work. It's sound physiology." Dimitri said, uncrossing and recrossing his legs. Needing the small adjustment to keep his legs from falling asleep.

They had been at this for awhile now. Dimitri trying to coax Virgil back out into the mindscape and Virgil telling him where to shove it. By the fourth hour, Dee wanted to wring his scrawny neck, but the snake wouldn't let his pessimistic nature win out. No, he would follow the rules that they both agreed upon. 

"Why are you even here? I bet you all don't want me around. Just. Fucking. Leave. Already." Virgil bit out as he heard Dimitri trying to explain why the cognitive technique works. 

Dimitri rolled his eyes, grumbling in frustration. Leaving is never an option when they were making progress, which they were, no matter how slow it felt. Virgil had gone from one syllable disdain to speaking in full insulting sentences. 'So Yay progress!' Dimitri thought with thick sarcasm. 

Dimitri preened over his thigh high fishnets as Virgil continued. 

"News flash you're working with the left side of the brain! Your skills don't work here, fuck face." Virgil yelled into his sweater paws.

"Oh really? So, there's nothing I could say or do that would encourage you?" Dimitri said as he stood and walked over to Virgil's full length mirror, the click of his high heels resounding off the hardwood floors. 

"Do snakes have not have fucking ears? That is exactly what I…" Virgil stopped mid sentence as he finally turned over. Stunned silent while he took in every inch of Dimitri's body. 

Leaning into the mirror, Dee was reapplying his lipstick, mouth open suggestively. Bending forward at the waist made his hips angle backward. Causing his yellow and black mini sundress to ride up on his plump ass giving Virgil a very clear pantyless up-skirt view. Dimitri's ass and pert balls were on full display. Next, Virgil took in the black lace garter belt and fishnets that lead down to snake print high heels to finalize Dee's look. 

"Keep going I love hearing you drag my animal side. Oh, and don't let this interrupt you," Dimitri pointed up and down his body, "Since you don't want to take care of yourself, how could you ever take care of all of this?" 

Dimitri lifted the front of his skirt, stroking his hard cock while shaking his ass back and forth. Winking and blowing kisses through the mirror. 

"You slutty snake." Virgil growled pulling his blankets away from his body, sitting up in bed. Using his anger to cover up that wanted to keep ogling Dimitri's fine body.

"A slutty snake that's been thinking about you all morning. Fucking myself with the toy you gave me. I'm so wet still. See? You could even slip right in and fill me up." Dee was playing with his ass cheeks now, making them jiggle and bounce. Pulling himself open quickly to show off the glimmer of lube and his tempting hole. 

Virgil was on his feet even before his foul mood could catch up with him. Reaching out, his hands were slapped back.

"I didn't spend hours getting ready to be defiled by a grunge rock god. I require a couple of items before you get any." Dimitri's voice was sultry as he placed Virgil's right hand on his ass. 

Virgil moaned as he gripped the soft ass he wanted to pound into. 

"First I want you to repeat after me. I am okay. I am safe. Now you." 

"I am… this is stupid."

"Fine, I know another dark side that would love to play my games." Dimitri scolded as he shoved Virgil's hand away, turning towards the door. 

"No! He doesn't get your fine ass. You dressed up for me. You said you played with the toy I got you. In this moment you're mine." Virgil ordered but the whimpering tone made it more like begging. 

"Then earn it! You're a smart boy, my boy. Thomas could call us at any minute and poof.." Dimitri held his hands up a final way.

"Fine. Fuck it. I… I'm okay. I am safe…For the moment." Virgil tacked on at the end.

"Again."

"I'm okay-ish. No one here would willingly harm me."

"Good enough. Next, Cleaning my room is simple if I listen to my Mistress." 

Whimpering at the title, Virgil sunk to his knees assuming his submissive position in front of his Mistress. Dimitri smiled, caressing Virgil's face, waiting.

"Cleaning my room is simple if I listen to Mistress Dimitri." Virgil leaned forward kissing the top of Dee's high heels. 

"Sit up. Look at me." Dimitri ordered softly. When Virgil complied, Dee leaned down, placing a kiss on Virgil's cheek.

"Thank you my sweet boy." The lipstick leaving a claiming mark. Virgil hummed in appreciation. 

"Now that you're ready to listen. Pick up all the trash on the floor." Dimitri slipped past to take a seat. Crossing his legs above the knee enabled him to highlight his smooth balls under him and to display his hard cock over his thigh. Checking his painted nails as Virgil repeated the chant. 

"I'm okay. I'm okay. This is simple. Just listen to Mistress." 

Time passed quickly as Virgil strived and accomplished Dimitri's tasks. When he needed a break, Dee would have him kneel. Hand feeding him bits of food and sips of water. Only becoming stern when Virge had demanded caffeine after his first glass of water. He continued on pushing even after he was told no. Resulting in Virgil's backside stinging as much as Dee's hand was now red. The anxious side's moans and rutting behaviors mixed with tiny thank you's made Dimitri feel happy all the way down to his dark little heart. 

'Such a good, but naughty pet.' Dee thought as he realized Virgil had went with the natural endorphin high that spanking brought him instead of the caffeine. 

Once they could see the floor, the sheets were changed, and the trash was taken out, Virgil knelt at Dimitri's feet, wiping the sweat from his face, panting in front of his powerful love. 

"I did just as you instructed I took care of my space and there's a clean area for us to play. I want you so much, please my Mistress?" Virgil asked, resting his forehead against the fishnet clad legs. 

"I am so proud of you. You looked so good getting these monstrous tasks done. Love when you follow orders so well. Made my cock hard each time I heard you saying my phrases." Dimitri coo'ed. 

"Then I've earned you?" Virgil sat up hopefully, kissing at the wide lace band of the fishnets.

"Not quite yet."

"Noooo." Virgil openly whimpered. 

"You're almost there, my beautiful pet. One more thing then you get me, I promise. Repeat after me: Taking a shower isn't daunting. I can wash myself with ease."

"Dee...please?" Virgil shifted down to kiss the snake print heels again when his hoodie shifted. The odor making him jerk back up immediately. "Taking a shower isn't daunting. I can wash myself with ease." 

"Good. Now again." Dimitri ordered as he signaled for Virgil to crawl into the bathroom ahead of himself. 

Once Virgil was ordered to stand, Dee traded chaste kisses for articles of his clothing so Virgil was inclined to be stripped down without a fight. Ordering him to brush his teeth while Dee started running his water. Making sure it was to Virgil's liking, as hot as possible. Before turning around to order him in Virgil climbed right in. Dee grinned, Virgil choosing to do something without being told was a good sign. 

Settling in under the hot water spray, Virgil was able to breath deep with ease. Letting the warmth work itself into his muscles, chasing the darkness away. Grabbing for the shampoo, Virgil fell into his normal showering routine. 

He continued repeating the snake's motivational lies that were slowly turning to truths. True reasoning finally out weighting depression's twisted logic. His voice barely carried over the rush of the shower but with Dimitri's excelled hearing, Virgil knew his Mistress could hear him crystal clear. 

Dimitri had hopped up onto the bathroom counter to wait. Enjoying the steamy outline of Virgil soaping himself up and slyly stroking his cock more times than necessary to get it clean. Goosebumps rose on Dee's arms as he hugged himself happy that all the hard work was paying off. Dimitri wiggled with need and excitement as the water turned off. Virgil stepping out of the shower dripping wet, stocking right over to him. Steam rolling of his body still. 

"I'm all clean and I smell better, scout's honor." Virgil joked as he reached out to take his towel that was in the other's grip. 

"Are you sure about that?" Dee leaned in for a sniff and gripped the towel tighter. 

"Yes." Virgil said irritation in his voice. Shaking his wet head like a dog, spraying water everywhere. 

"Stop! Stop! Do you know how much this dress cost me?!?" Dimitri yelled and laughed, jumping down off the counter. Wrapping the towel over Virgil's head making him laugh. Letting the towel fall back, their lips met in a tender kiss.  "Let's get you dried off and get you ready for me, yeah?" 

"Yes, Please." Virgil agreed as he let Dimitri resume control. 

The soft cotton towel caressed Virgil's body until every drop of water was gone. Then his wet hair was dried and styled. His signature black eye shadow with a hint of purple glitter was applied. His leather collar tightened just right. Dimitri's hand lingering over the band, watching Virgil's adam's apple bob as his looked up at Dee's face. 

"You okay?" Virgil asked, his hands tugged at his short skirt.

"How angry would you be if I changed our play up bit? You're so pretty, I want my fingers and my cock inside of you so bad. It's not an order. I was just wondering."

"Sounds perfect as I feel more wild and rowdy now then slow and steady you like to be fucked at. Plus, it means you'll owe me a round two." Virgil grinned wickedly, eyebrows wriggling, as he slid his hands up to Dimitri's waist, pulling him closer.

"Great, because that won't come to bite me in the ass." Dee swiveled his hips pressing his hardening cock to his pet's chest.

"Hey! I resent that. I would never draw blood. At least not there." Virgil smiled, showing his teeth. 

"Flustering your Mistress is against the rules. So just, like, Stand up and be good for once." Dimitri turned red as he placed the towel across the counter and pointed down. 

"No promises."

Smoothly, Virgil was guided forward onto his elbows. A quick tap to both feet signaled for Virgil to widen his stance, putting his ass on display. Virgil sucked in a sharp breath as warming lube was pressed against his hole. 

"There we go, my darkling. Bet that warmth feels so good, huh?" Dimitri said as he circled around Virgil's rim. 

Drawing a pleasing sound from Virge as he pressed inside. His groans only growing as one finger worked itself in and out, then two, and three. 

"M-Mistress, please need y-yyou." 

"You know the rules, four fingers before you take my cock. It's for your comf.." Dimitri started but stopped. Seeing the desperation in his pet's face through the mirror. "Okay, this time only, you win." 

Virgil shivered as Dee removed his fingers, watching him wash his hands, then Virgil grabbed the warming lube and tugged Dee back into the bedroom. Roughly shoving him on the bed. Making him bounce with the force of the drop. Virgil tossed off the pumps. Then yanked the lace garter and fishnets off. Then opted to flip the skirt up, then taking off the whole dress.

"Wow, you really do need this cock huh, baby boy?" Dimitri could only laugh as Virgil slicked up his cock and climbed on top. The warming lube making Dimitri's cock swell to full hardness.

"Mhmmm." Virgil mumbled as he lined them up and rocked himself down. His mouth hung open as he processed how deliciously full he was.

"Told you 'the fake it until you make it' method works?" Dee quipped as he thrusted up into Virgil's body. Causing his boy to moan at the pleasure and hiss at lame comment at the same time. 

"Not to offend, but you're such a fucking bastard sometimes, my sweet Mistress." Virgil growled with fake pleasantries. He went up on his knees and sunk back down, taking Dimitri's cock to its base. While his hands were squarely on Dee's chest, holding him down. 

Dee went to say something snarky, but Virgil put his hand over his mouth, his thumb caressing the scaled side of his face.

"Believe me, I'm not faking a goddamn thing. I'm taking my reward. Won't stop until we both make me feel good."

Feeling Dee's bare fangs against his palm made Virgil ride him faster. The warming lube heating up even more with their new pace. His head lulled back as his eyes fluttered shut in his pleasure. His cock bouncing off of Dimitri's stomach as he went faster, leaving a wet precome spot with each bounce. 

Dee's mind was split between enjoying how his cock kept disappearing so expertly into Virgil's warmth and recalling more pleasurable tricks to make Virgil feel the best like he deserved. 

"T-that's it my...oh, fuck… my pet. So good. Keep going, ride that cock like you fantasize about when your alone touching yourself." Dimitri encouraged him. His words covering the sounds as he reached into the bedside drawer, pulling out the bottle that held Virgil's euphoria. 

Spreading the mint cooling gel lube on his fingertips, Dimitri reached up pinching Virgil's nipples, circling around them. If the obscene moan was anything to go by, his boy wanted more. Rolling his pert nipples and tugging lightly, the icy cold chill sped straight to Virgil's cock, leaking even more precome. As Virgil started to shake, Dimitri flicked and pinched his lover's nipples, all the sensations overwhelmingly amazing. 

"Fffuck, sooo cold so good. Can I touch myself please, Dee? Need to come, please?" 

"I would be mad if you didn't help yourself." Dee said as he continued to flick and massage his nipples. 

Short fast strokes had Virgil coming all over his hand, across the dress and a bit on Dee's chin. Moaning incoherently as he kept stroking himself through his orgasm, drawing out every last drop. Squeezing and milking the cock trapped inside of him with each aftershock. Virgil's body sagged as his erotic high faded. 

"Come here, lay down on me, my good boy. You've done enough work for now." Dimitri coo'ed as Virgil was already leaning down to lay against him. Dimitri's mint chilled hands drew shivers from Virgil's hot sweaty skin. Dee started moving again once Virgil hugged him tight. His cock slamming into Virgil's tight hole again and again, getting him close to the edge. Virgil's sweet honest words did Dimitri in.

"Thank you. Thank you for sticking in there with me. God, I feel so good right now. My room's clean, you fed me wonderful treats and the only thing I need left is your mark." Virgil rocked his hips with shaky legs. "Will you come inside of me? Please,  Dee? Want you to shoot it so deep inside of my tight ass. Please, want to feel your heat. Your love. It's hotter then…" 

Sloppy thrusts gave way to grinding as he filled his loving pet up until his come was leaking out around his cock. Slowly their heavy breaths returned to normal as well as their hearts stopped racing. Thoughts became clearer again. 

"Wow." Dimitri basked in the after glow.

"Yeah, I know right?" Virgil agreed. 

"Usual or bath again?"

"Usual. Please." Virgil said as Dee carefully rolled them over so he was on top again. 

Opening the bedside drawer wider, Dee grabbed out the black and purple plug. Virgil placed his legs on Dee's shoulders with practiced ease. Allowing Dimitri's softening cock to slip free, but his come to stay inside. Whimpering at the over-sensitivity as Dimitri rubbed the plug through what come as on Virgil's skin. Grinning wickedly, he pushed the plug in ever so slowly watching it disappear inside his pet's body inch by inch.

Only once the plug was seated to its base did Virgil take his legs down. Laying against the bed completely spent. Dimitri whipped off his black and yellow sundress to start cleaning both of them up. 

"Hey, what happened to "do you know how much this dress cost" nonsense?" Virgil imitated Dee on the spot. 

"That dress was bout $2.30. I got it from the thrift store in Roman's realm." Dimitri said tossing the dirty dress into the bathroom with a single shot then pulled Virgil close again. 

"What the fuck then?" 

"Oh, I faked it. See it does work." Dimitri said as they both burst into laughter holding each other tight. 

[nightlovechild]

Wonder Prince - Deceit’s Week. (Day 3: Roceit)

Warnings: Lying, fighting, costumes, bondage, role play, forced confessions, bdsm, punishments, anal fingering, anal sex, fucking machine, blowjob, Hemipenis

Summary: Roman takes justice into his own hands when Dimitri tells one lie too many. Showing Dimitri the error of his way with the Lasso of Truth and a few other hedonistic toys. 

Note: Deceit’s name is Dimitri. 

Dimitri's job was to lie. Excelling well beyond the standard every time he opens his mouth. Lies pour forth from him like he was a raging river of disinformation. It made his blood pump faster and his tongue stronger when he went on a binge. The fact it irritated the living hell out of Roman was the icing on the cake.

Remember kids, the cake is a lie.

~☆~

Roman's lips were pursed together in frustration as he tried to hold back. Dee really put a crack in his self-restraint some days.

"You know, Wonder Woman was based off of a drag queen that trained as an All-American athlete because she was as tall as an Amazonian woman." Dimitri told Patton.

The poor puff ball nodding along like it was the most reasonable plot twist of real life.

"Then the author of the Wonder Woman comics was an asexual aromatic." Dee compiled fib over fib. A growl tearing itself from the royal's chest when he just couldn't take anymore.

"You blundering fool. William Marston was not an asexual nor was he, and the word you were looking for was, aromantic! Aromatic makes him sound like a can of air freshener. William Marston was in a polyamourous relationship with his wife and their mistress that inspired Wonder Woman!" Roman aggressively pointed at Dimitri then shifted gears to a soft voice and a thumbs up towards Patton.

"Also there is absolutely nothing wrong with asexuals or aromantics, okay Patton! You are beautiful just the way you are pop-star!"

Patton's heart was so filled with support and understanding. He could only make high pitched noises as he held his hands out for Roman. Walking protectively over to Patton, he started to lean down. But the heart began hugging him so tight around the middle Roman could only side hug his shoulders while glaring at Dee.

Dimitri smirked, stood up and issued the last strike to the splintering dam of Roman's self-restraint.

"Wonder Woman was nothing more than a spoiled royal who couldn't get by in life without entitlement and a couple of cheap toys! Just. Like. You."

Roman's offended Princey noises came out like a wild animal's roar. Grabbing Dee by the lapels of his jacket, hauling him up and tossing him over his body as they sunk out of the room and landed on Roman's bedroom floor.

Grunting as his back slammed against the faux bear rug, Dimitri's head spun as Roman's hot body landed on top of him. With quick lighting strikes, Roman struck three pressure points, keeping Dimitri immobile for a short while. The snake side groaned as he could only watch Roman's ass as he walked over to a dresser.

"Sucker body slams seem like the perfect start of a clean fight."

"Shut it. I can only teach you one lesson at a time and I already have one in mind." Roman finished digging out what he was looking for. Stomping over to where Dimitri was splayed out. A golden rope was in the Prince's hand.

"So you think my toys are cheap, huh? Does this look cheap to you?"

"The lasso of truth is so real, oooo. I'm really frightened." Dimitri lied.

"Okay. If that's how you feel chee-tah of the truth. Try this on for size." Roman tugged Dimitri up by the collar of his shirt and stepped up behind him. Using his legs to prop the limp Dee into a seated position as he tied his lying arms to his lying body. Binding him from his shoulders down to his forearms.

"Let's see you lie your way out of this one." Roman gloated as he ran his thumb and forefinger between the ropes and Dimitri's body. Once he was sure the tension was right and not nerve damagingly tight, he stepped back. Smirking as Dee landed on his side. A captive audience.

"Might have the toys, but you'll never look like her." Dimitri bit back as the ropes started to glow the brightest golden hue. The blinding light filling the room for a flash then faded just as fast. His breath was stolen as he stared at Roman in all his glory.

Magically donning the Woman Woman outfit: headband, corset, booty shorts and knee high boots without leaving the spot. Sparks casting off the metal forearm guards as Roman crossed his arms with speed and strength.

"The Deceitful side known as Dimitri Sanders. I Wonder Prince command you to…" Roman paused for dramatic effect.

Dimitri was in lust...and is so much trouble… because he could feel it. The truth growing in his body and pushing at his lips as he bit down harder on them.

"Tell me the truth! Confess why are you being such a super villain lately?"

"I'm needy. I'm lonely and cold at night. Especially since I learned how you all 'take care' of each other's needs while...while I jerk off by myself." Dimitri confessed as the rope glows with its magical might. His eyes focused straight ahead refusing to look at Roman, trying to fight the spell.

"Are you saying you're being a cranky brat because you need a good hard fucking?" Roman growled the last words as he gripped the snake's hair, making him look at him.

Dimitri was warring with himself as the fire in his eyes were only matched by the glowing rope. The magic lasso guiding, tugging, forcing Dimitri to his truth.

"YES! God fuck yes-sss. Need your cock! Need every sss-single sss-side's love. Crave all four of you." Dimitri hissed then panted as if he had run a 5k marathon in seconds. Trying to stamp down the familiar euphoria that came with unadulterated honesty. It wasn't safe chasing that high. He had to keep struggling to be in control and moving on. Closing his eyes he focused on his lies, trying to lose himself in the mental web.

Dimitri didn't even realize Roman had left his side until the wonder royal was returning with a wide padded leather bench. There was a soft smile to Roman's face.

"Believe it or not, good solid woodworking takes time and is hard to safely conjure. So I keep the really good toys already premade." Roman said conversationally as he helped Dimitri to his feet. Letting the bound side lean back against the bench.

The lights overhead made rainbows cast off of the golden headband as Roman knelt down. His soft hands brushing against Dee's skin as he removed his shoes, socks and bottom clothing. The top of the shapely corset exposed more of the prince's broad chest at this angle making Dimitri’s cocks swell.

"W-why are…y-you being nice to me now? I thought maybe you would use me for some hate fucking then banish me away to the other side again." Dimitri's mouth ran away with him. Not like he could help it currently.

"You told the truth. Even though it was hard and maybe embarrassing. But you dug down deep and prevailed. You're not a villain Dee. Just an anti-hero with no guidance." Roman said as he stood up. "Plus, why would I send you away? Everyone desires the bad boy, Dee."

He let a moan slip at the Prince's words and then more sounds from his touches. Roman stroked his hands against the exposed areas of Dimitri's shirt. Watching the material disappear to reveal pale skin wherever the ropes weren't.

"I hate that you acted like such an insufferable cur, but I am glad you got my attention. Your body is stunning bound up in my lasso." Roman's words taking a sultry tone.

Caressing Dimitri's shoulders, past the glowing ropes, and down to his ass. Roman smacked Dee's ass hard enough to drive his hips forward with each swat. Letting the dark side grind against the crotch of his tight costume. Nuzzling against each other, small nips to collarbones and shoulders.

"You have two choices my fearsome foe: A slow and deep fucking with sweet kisses or fast and rough hate fucking that's too hard, but never enough. Either way, I am going to make you come over and over without ever needing to touch your cocks."

"Oooo god, please. Hate fucking but want kisses still. Can I ask for that? Am I allowed to?" Dimitri begged as the rope's magic kept his tongue loose. Shivering as his cocks jumped with the titillating truth.

"My wicked opponent you have no idea what you've just signed yourself up for." Roman smirked as he slipped back into character.

"You've terrorized my city for far too long. You have lied. You have created chaos and longing wherever you go. Now that I have you, I'm going to show you the error of your ways. Do you yield to this verdict, criminal mastermind?" Roman stood proudly as he gave Dimitri a way to consent or to opt out.

"I happily yield to your punishment."

Manhandling him to turn around and making him climb up onto the bench. His knees are pushed into position on the lower section. The soft leather padding has Dimitri off balance as he tries to fight back. The ropes shifting as he tries to use his hands to brace himself as Roman forces his bound half across the wide upper section of the bench. With Dimitri's ass exposed at the perfect height Roman could feel his foe’s trembling body.

With a wave of his hand, Roman conjured the tool of Dee's undoing. If the snake side could see it he would have gladly spread his legs open wider. Roman had to adjust his hard cock as he moved the fucking machine closer to Dee's ass.

"It's a pity you haven't let me catch you before, you have the perfect ass for caning and paddling." Roman said as he rubbed his lube slick fingers against his hole.

Letting Dimitri's moans and whimpering guide how deep and fast he opened him open. One finger quickly moving to two. A quick smack to his ass as Roman pushed three fingers into his clenching ass. The steady leaking of precome being a sign that he was ready.

"Y-you could spank me now? Want that. Dream of being used by you."

"No. I have a better plan." Roman said as lined the huge slick dildo from the fucking machine up against Dimitri's hole. Pressing it's tip right into him.

As Roman walked around to the front, the confused look on Dee's face was comical. If Roman was here? What was inside of him? The hardness of the cock still pushing into him. Bringing the control box with its many dials into view an obscene moan left Dee. Turning the dial making the slick cock pushing in so meticulously. Roman brushed the hair out of his face as he placed soft sweet kisses to his lips.

"Going to make you take your punishment while I finally get a good use for this dirty lying mouth." Roman growled as he pulled back. Ripping the blue booty shorts off, Roman's now freed cock slapped the side of Dimitri's face. Dimitri's tongue stuck far out trying to get it back, to taste, to suck on it.

"Such a desperate whore under all the lies, aren't we?" Roman tapped his cock off of his tongue while he turned the dial up again. The machines whirling is audible now as it is thrusting deeper into his ass. When Dimitri didn't answer, Roman flicked a different switch; Making the plastic cock vibrate as well.

Dimitri wasn't forming words, his couldn't get past how good he felt. Dimitri's body was speaking volumes to Roman still. As he touched his body seeing him leaning into each touch, cocks jumping when Roman started gripping his skin harder.

"Still want to suck this cock or are you too dickmatized, my little dark slut?" Roman bent over, gripping his hair and planting a rough kiss on him.

Mumbling yes and nodding his head was all he could do as the hero pushed his cock into his warm open mouth. Each truth was making the dark side feel more exposed, more open, he should be scared, but yet..

Dimitri was in heaven, his every hole being used. Struggling to breathe between the cock being shoved down his throat and the bindings against his body. Like a perverse hug, holding him close as the mechanical cock pounds deep into his body. Shaking and stroking over his prostate sending him over the edge. Splattering the leather padding with his come. Both cocks jerking with his release. Moaning around Roman's cock as the machine goes faster at his hero’s touch. Never stopping. Whimpering turns back to guttural moans as the Prince kisses him. Lips locked together, biting each other from pent up frustration. Dee immediately keeps his teeth away as Roman fills his mouth with his thick cock again. Focusing on sucking the cock in front of him made his own cocks grow heavy again.

Roman's hands seize the ropes as a leverage point. Holding Dimitri in place as he is trying to rock himself forward to take more of Roman into his mouth. If Dee moves too much he could hurt himself, that would never do. Roman needed this to happen again. And again and again. Taking control back by pinning Dee down, the prince is thrusting his hips forward to satisfy the snake’s hunger. Until Dimitri is gasping for oxygen when he pulls back because Roman is so deep in his throat.

A sinful symphony of moans, metal cranking, wet fucking sounds filled the room now.

"G-god you're such a good whore. Taking your punishment so well. Going to make me bust down your throat. Make you swallow my come like a good sidekick." Roman pants as he hears the metal gears grinding suddenly. Needing to work harder as Dimitri starts coming again. Clenching so hard it's making it strain to keep it’s pace. The sights and sounds are too much as Roman pulls out, stroking his cock fast as he spills across Dee's tongue.

"Gonna… gonna come again. Please. Please." Dimitri yelps. Legs kicking against the bench, whimpering and moving back and forth, another orgasm is forced from Dimitri's willing body as Roman finishes fucks himself through his own orgasm.

“Learned my lesson. Please no more, Ro.” Dimitri whimpers going slack as the cock slips free of his body.

Waving his hand, the machine is gone. Making Dimitri's hole spasm against nothing; making the emptiness fee overwhelming. Whimpering again, Roman pets his hair, laughing.

"You are a mess, you know that? Whining when you're getting fucked, Whining when it's too much, whining when it's over. Will you ever be happy, my woeful foe?"

"I-In your.. arms, close to you, being held by you, I'll be happy then." Dimitri struggles against the ropes, hands trying to move towards Roman.

"Oh, you do know how to land a fatal blow my sweet love."

A quick cut of the rope and Dimitri is being carried into the bathroom and down into a huge bath. The rose and lavender scented water encourages Dimitri to relax. The rushing water from the jets working all the stiffness from his body.

"Us good?" Dimitri mumbles against his hero's neck as he hugs the prince tightly since Dee is clingy when he is in subspace.

"Of course. We might argue or fight but we are parts of a whole. There is no me without you and vice versa." Roman says as he hand washes Dee from head to toe. Holding him close until his proper senses come back to him.

Then Dee is gently placed to the side of the tub as Roman washes himself. Rinsing off and being wrapped in a huge fluffy towel making him smile so big. Humming "a tale as old as time" as lotion is rubbed over all the rope marks. Roman issuing forth sweet nothings and telling him how well he did as he is dressed in cotton pjs. Then tucked into Roman's arms and under the covers.

"It was all a lie you know? You have no power over me. I'm not some simpleton to be won over so easy." Dimitri tried to get around the lies but frowned when he couldn't.

"Sure, you are. Night, Lasso Boy." Roman smirked as he tied a bit of cut lasso around his wrist. Knotting it three times over.

"Thank you. Night, my Wonder Prince." Dimitri smiled sweetly as he slept.

[nightlovechild]

Massages with Benefits - Patton’s Week. (Day 3: Royality)

Warnings: Confrontation, BDSM, Degradation (aka name calling), Blow job, Anal sex, Riding, Multiple sexual partners, Over-stimulation

Summary: Patton and Roman are spending their second anniversary at a spa in Roman's Realm. During their couple's massage, Roman gets bent out of shape when Patton starts moaning very loud. So Roman gives Patton something to moan, and groan and come, about.

Patton was more relaxed then he had been in, heck, years. His mind searched and couldn't come up with a single example that didn't have some strong emotion attached to it. Even this morning when, Patton and Roman had arrived at the Spa, he was a bundle of excitement and nerves. Now don't get him wrong; the heart deeply loved his prince! But Roman always needed so much attention. A weekend with a fully staffed spa waiting on both of their wants and needs sounded a little too good. But as the huge hands of Bert, the very nice masseuse, worked Patton's muscles like taffy puller every hesitation for him and his wonderful prince slipped away.

‘How could I be this lucky?’ Patton thought as another groan of relief passed his lips.

Roman bristled as Patton moaned again. The man working his hands deep into his lover’s lower back just would not stop!

“Oh, yeah! That’s the spot! I think if you go a little more.” Patton crooned like his pleasure was so intense it was almost painful.

This was supposed to be his special day! Well, really their special day. A second anniversary getaway at Love's Oasis and Day Spa. Wrapped up in cotton robes and their love for each other.

Then reality came crashing down as a couple's massage turned into Patton moaning like he as orgasmic or dying Roman couldn’t really tell. All the while Roman was tensing up all over!

His love should only sound like that because of him! His royal hands touching, kneading and stroking Patton’s shoulders, back and his other well endowed parts.

As the boiling rage turned to lust Roman got a wonderful idea. Whispering instructions into his masseuses’ ear. Roman covered his mouth as his masseuse pressed two slickened fingertips against the prince’s hole.

“Are you an angel? Because your hands are a God’s send!” Patton grinned happily as the nice young man started working on his feet. Making that weird twinge in his sciatic nerve to finally go away. “Remind me to just slip in here anytime I need to have these tired old bones readjusted!”

“Flip please.” Bert, the masseuse, said.

“What was that, Comrade?”

“Flip over so I can do your front, Please.” Bert over pronounced each word to combat his thick accent.

“Sure thing! OH! Oops….ummm” Patton blushed as he turned over to find Little Patton standing at full mast.

“It's fine. Be not embarrassed. It's natural, body is just happy at being touched.” Bert tried to reassure Patton as he went to fetch a modesty blanket.

“You Slut!” Roman called out. Pointing his finger directly at Patton's sheet covered erection.

“Lovey it's not what you think!” Patton tried using Roman's nickname to calm him.

“I bring you out to my Realm! Give you my time and energy and do I get a kiss? A hug? A thank you blow job? No!” Roman exclaimed as he jumped off his massage table, trying his terry cloth robe tight.

“Prince Roman, your Patton he tells the truth. I only give massage, no happy ending. Ethics are a strong part..” Bert came rushing back.

“You hush! And You, moaning like a bitch in heat at another man's touch! You should be ashamed at how you are treating me!” Roman pointed at a flushed Patton, whose cock was jumping at vulgar words that were aimed at him.

“I hear these sounds from all older gentleman. They are what do you call them?” Bert asked as he clicked his fingers.

“Dad sounds.” Christian, the other masseuse, chimed in.

“Oh, I’ve heard those sound before, trust me. They sound just like when I am riding him within an inch of his life.” Roman twisted around to address Bert while his fingers grazed over the tented fabric. Drawing out a little moan from Patton. “See? Those sounds are mine. I want them. But if this harlot wants to give them away for free!”

“No, Roman. I promise it wasn’t anything like that. Only you make me feel those special feelings.” Patton said while putting his glasses back on. Sitting up to wrap his arms around the fuming prince.

Roman’s strong hand forced Patton back down while his other hand ripped the thin sheet off of his lap. The air was forced out of Patton when his back hit massage table with an audible thud. Roman let his nails dig in as he climbed up onto the table. Straddling Patton’s groin as he let their cocks press against each other. Rocking their hips together as Patton’s hand softly caressed  Roman’s cheek and Roman mimicked the same action back. A signal that the scene was allowed to continue. Consent given between both of them.

“How can you tell if the feelings are different if you haven’t had them together?” Roman purred into Patton’s ear as the prince lifted his hips.

The position allowed a different set of hands to stroke and cover the moral side’s cock with lube. Patton tried to hold his ground and not make a single sound but it was all to much. Moans tumbling from him as skilled hands stroked him while Roman’s sweet kisses turned into love bites at his throat.

“That’s it my love. Give in. Stop holding back. You’ll lap up attention from anyone and everyone, won’t you?” Roman encouraged and chided all in one breath.

“No, Lovey. Want you. Only you. Moaning because you’re so close. Yearning to make love to you.” Patton whimpered as the hands held his cock held firm while Roman started rocking his hips down, making the tip of Patton’s cock press against Roman’s hole. As Roman started to slide down, Patton’s hands shot to his hips stopping him in his movements.

“We haven’t stretched you yet. I know you want to make a point, which I am allowing. But not at the price of causing you pain.” Patton’s voice was as serious as his voice. Goosebumps broke out over Roman’s skin at the display of concern and love.

“Shh, I already had Christian stretch me around his huge powerful fingers. But his fingers are nothing compared to your huge cock.” Roman winked at Christian as he fights against Patton’s grip as he sits down further on his lover’s cock.

“Y-you’re so difficult sometimes. Misbehaving while berating me because I was enjoying myself while...”

“I might misbehave but I’m not a whore like you are. Even now, letting two strange men watch you fucking like you’re an animal. Bet you want them to touch you while you fuck my ass, Don’t you?” Roman said as he started bouncing on Patton’s cock. Clicking his fingers at the grinning masseuses to have them resume their work as Patton nodded.

Hands on his shoulders, Hands on his thighs, Hands on his chest, the slick warmth surrounding his cock over and over again. Patton took it all in as the cascade of horrible wonderful words fell from Roman’s lips.

A secret kink held close to his chest, Patton’s desire leaped every time the degrading words were sent his way. Patton knew inside he wasn’t those things; a whore, a slut, a harlot. But what if he was? What would it look like? What if his passion and desires were higher on the priority list than his heart? Patton longed in the dark to taste these answers. Then Roman showed up with an ego bigger than the sun and just as bright. It didn’t take the prince many nights to put together dirty words equals Patton coming like a geyser.

“God, you’re so fucking hard right now. Going to wreck my ass, aren’t you? My little whore loves putting on a show about as much as I do.” Roman moaned as he let his leaking cock mark Patton’s stomach with every down stroke.

“Yes, please! L-love it all. Love y-you. Want you soooo much. W-want you everywhere. Use me in all my holes.” Patton panted as he was losing himself in all the pleasure. The two masseuses chuckled at his desperation as they rutted against the massage table. Trying to get their own release as the two lovers were.  

“That can be arranged, my heart. But you have to say the words.” Roman sat up as he directed one masseuse to fetch the bottle of lube while the other one spread Patton’s legs. Forcing the royal to move up a bit a new angle. Driving Patton’s cock over his prostate causing the lewdest moans to escaped the royal.

“You’re so big. Filling me up just right. Might have to start calling you my stud instead of my whore if you’re going to let me use you so much.”

“Use me, Lovey. Fu...fuck yourself on me.. I mean.. Oh goodness please right there.” Patton was falling apart faster than he could ask for it as a lubed finger circled over his opening. But when he realized both of Roman’s hands were touching on his own glorious body. Patton found he suddenly felt different. Reaching up to touch Roman in their signal.  

“I’m a whore, but only your sexual plaything, Roman. Only want your hands on me in an intimate way. Please send the masseuses away. Just want you to see me like this.” Patton expressed his discomfort as Roman repeated their signal.

“That’s my good tramp. My plaything through and through. Does this work for you?” Roman turned Patton’s flushed face to the side so he could see the two random masseuses fade out to be replaced with two bare naked Roman copies. Stroking their hard cocks with that same fire in their eyes that the real Roman currently had. “Exact copies of yours truly? Why, yes you are that lucky. Their not perfect copies of course. Because magic like me only happens once in a lifetime.”

“Luckiest man alive because my premadonna boy loves me about as much as he loves himself.” Patton whispered against Roman’s lips as he locked their lips in the perfect celluloid kiss.

“So I’ll take that as we can join in?” The Roman copies said in unison.

“Yes, please. Join us. I want every version of my Lovey.” Patton beckoned the copies closer trading kisses with them as the real Roman stroked himself until he was dripping again.

Working like a connected mind, one Roman copy stretched Patton open getting the moral side to come by the third finger was rocking deep inside. The real Roman kept Patton’s cock trapped in his body as they continued to play with him. The other Roman copy stroked Patton’s hair back from his face as he fucked himself into Patton’s mouth over and over again. The copy began humming when the moral side’s moans turned into vibrations as the other Roman copy jerked them all lower on the massage table so he could fuck Patton as deep as he needed. Fully seated inside, Patton came again with soft thank yous and requests for more.

Breathing in quick bursts when the cock in his mouth moved back. It gave Patton enough time to call out the royal’s name. His voice sounded broken in the best way as the real Roman started bouncing once he was hard again. The motion of the royal’s hips were opposite to the thrusting strokes that was filling Patton’s body. Everywhere Patton could look, feel, taste, and touch was his Roman. Roman was his world.

“Going to make us come so hard. Wouldn’t expect less from my perfect fuck toy. Going to mark you and cover you from head to toe.” Roman exclaimed as he tugged Patton’s hand from his body to his cock as he started coming. Marking his love and the copy in the process. Which set off that Roman copy.

“Mouth so warm and wonderful going to spill right down your throat, whore.” With another stroke Patton was visibility swallowing as fast as he could.

“Forget his mouth. His ass is so tight it’s pulling my cock right back in. Going to fill him all the way up. All the come his ass can hold.” The Roman copy sank balls deep growling as he as Patton pulled tight around him. Panting and tiny bouts joyous laughter echoed from the four males. Roman caressed Patton’s face but the heart was to torn repeat the signal.

The heart’s world was full and overwhelming one minute and he was empty and hollow the next. Whimpering with eyes closed, because the light was too bright. Soft words convinced him to let the helping hands guide him to sit and then stand. Strong arms picking him up and carrying him to another room. Warm water and bubbles covered his skin as he clung the familiar solid body. Hands cleaned him while soft lips pressed gentle kisses to his face. Slowly and surely the bliss and fog cleared from his head as he opened his eyes. Patton felt like melted butter on top of warm flapjacks.

“There you are, my sweetest. You slipped deeper into subspace then I’ve seen you go. Thought maybe you wouldn’t want to come back.” Roman coo’ed as Patton smiled like he was drunk.

“I’d always… come back.. T-to you. Out-side...space is good, but doesn’t have you.” Patton’s tongue felt heavy in his mouth but knew he got his point across when Roman beamed down at him.

“There’s a banquet of your favorite foods and Winnie the Pooh Bear movies waiting for us when we’re done here. You made me so proud. Used your words when you could.” Roman smirked and continued on. To much Patton’s delight. “Made your needs and fantasies known to me. Then you relaxed and trusted me. I love you, I hope you know that.”

“Love you so much, my Lovey.” Patton’s smile reached his eyes as he hugged Roman.

It was going to be best second anniversary anyone could ever have, especially since there were three more ‘Massages with Benefits’ sessions to the spa package.

[nightlovechild]

My Sweet Culprit - Patton’s Week. (Day 4: Logicality)

Warnings: Voyeurism, Blow job

Summary: As Patton plays a beautiful and familiar piece of music it draws Logan to investigate. Confessions are made in the name of obsessions and melodies. When the heart is put on display emotions and pleasure come to light.

The book banged on the floor as Logan's grip failed him. Jerking awake at the sound, Logan groaned as he began stretching out all the stiffness in his neck. Correcting his glasses on his face and placing the book back on the coffee table, Logan's yawn mixed with the melancholy violin music. Clicking his fingers to pause the track he didn't remember turning on.

But the music continued on. The piece was beautiful and deep. Eerily Logan knew the piece but he couldn't place it. Standing at the bottom of the stairway, Logan's ears told him the sound was coming from one of their rooms.

Pausing at Roman's door but then spying the time Logan know the prince would be busy assisting Thomas in creating his dreams. Passing Virgil's door then Dimitri’s, newly visible, door he noted both held the same silence. Still the melody carried on. Turning with apprehension, Logan contemplated the last option; Patton. But the heart showed no interest in the hours that mastering the violin would require. Ah, it was simple! Patton had a compact disc on.

Approaching the moral side’s open door with a speech prepared about circadian rhythms and sleep requirements. But all that came out was a soft groan as the words died on his tongue. Watching the bow slide across the strings of the violin. The new decor bringing everything into focus.

The bright yellow spray painted smiley face covers the black and white wallpaper above a leather couch. Off to the left, a large window displaying a gentle rainstorm. The tapping of the raindrops supplying a rhythm that Patton was playing along with. The bare muscles in his back flexing with the rocking of the bow. His fingers dancing over the strings in a way that made Logan ache to become the inanimate object in the father figure’s grip. Frozen to the spot, Logan couldn’t help watching, memorizing and enjoying the display before him.

The second play through triggered Logan’s memory. The music was ‘Irene Adler’s Theme’  originally played by Sherlock on the show that Logan was obsessed about. As the musical notes filled the room they superimposed the image of the half naked Patton on top of the famous scene in Logan’s head forever.

Small wants kindled into a flame as Patton turned while playing. Bare chest and soft stomach leading to pajama pants hung low on his hips. The material must have had the same density of tissue paper because the fabric didn't hide Patton's length or the excitement of his manhood.

Logan's bodily response produced the same results. A half hard-on pressing into cotton galaxy pajama pants. He needed to leave there was no possibility that Patton would welcome the intrusion of his personal time alone. A misplaced step made the wooden floorboard creak loud as Logan tried to sneak away.

“Where are you going?”

“I-i ummm was… I mean. In my fatigued state I have mis-stepped.” Logan turned trying to compose himself. “I will be headed back to my room now.”

Patton’s smile only grew as Logan stood there not moving. The blush on the brainiac face was cute but the bend in the Orion constellation over Logan’s crotch was even more telling.

“I was enjoying your eyes on me. Never had an audience before. If you want you can come in. It would be more pleasurable for both of us if you do.” Patton handled the neck of the violin and bow in one hand while offering his other hand.

“I can’t provide you with the warmth and intimacy you require. It’s better if I go.” Logan said. Frowning before letting his stoic mask slip into place.  

Patton very softly reached up and let his fingers slide into Logan's hair. His fingers holding into the soft strands forcing Logan to bend down.

“Come along Sherlock. There's a mystery to be solved and it requires your undivided attention.” Patton's sensual voice soothed Logan's nerves as he was dragged into the heart’s room.

“I don’t understand the goal of this exercise… Oh my...yes, harder.” Logan’s protest faded as Patton dropped Logan on a small foot rest. Kneeling in front of Logan as he continued to pull his hair oh so tight.

“This isn’t about an exercise. It’s a mystery. I want your help to solve the case of the Disappearing Heart.You see, my room is living proof that the culprit has deep feelings. Not only that but he loves. He loves Sherlock and his stories so much it invades my room at night. I’ve spent many a night perfecting this piece. It thrums in my blood when you… I mean when he gets on a solid kick. Reading all night until he passes out. Holding Sherlock so close to his body. But my advances are met with hollowness and longing looks from the same culprit.” Patton’s words fanned over Logan’s throat as he loosens his grip.

“You should have told me. Why would you consistently put up with my nonsense?” Logan said hiding his face in embarrassment as his hands caressed Patton’s thighs.

"Simple, because I love everything you love, my sweet culprit." Patton said smiling, standing and placing the bow back in position.

Logan continued to hide his face against Patton’s legs awaiting for the music to start again. Notching the bow in place, Patton watched Logan shifting on plush seat. The logical side’s mind was a whirlwind, trying to become comfortable with all these new truths. Then the answer became clear. The heart paused when Logan’s eyes stared up at him.

"Then you must love yourself an exorbitant amount." Logan confessed. His hands shakily exploring the body in front of him.

“Keep touching me while I play and we will see where the music takes us, huh?” Patton said as the bow slid expertly across the strings. Logan nodded and set his glasses on the music stand.  Nuzzled his face against the outline of Patton’s swelling cock.

Patton wanted so much to confess his feelings right there and then. Give his smart cutie the thousands of cards and kisses that he had saved up for him. But that would send Logan running, guaranteed to never come back. So gentle love had been his approach so far, hopefully gentle lust would close that last gap. Adjusting his stance, Patton placed one leg between Logan’s as he moved in closer.

Rubbing his face against Patton’s core made the quiet part of Logan’s brain take over, where only wants lived and needs were met. Patton’s obvious arousal aided his bravado. Little nips to Patton’s thighs giving away to little licks. Moaning as a precome spot marked the thin fabric and his chin. Slipping his fingers under the waistband, Logan slowly pulling out Patton’s cock as he took in its beauty.

“Can I taste you please?” Logan begged.

“Yes, Please. Need, taste all of me.” Patton moaned. The bow almost slipping completely as Logan swirled his tongue around the tip.

Logan took every inch Patton had to offer. Timing each stroke to be in time with the beat. Aiding in the music that his love played every night because of him. Taking in all the moans and breathy pants as he picked up his pace. Gripping Patton’s hips tighter as Patton played faster. He couldn’t have the music stop or for Patton to walk away. Not now. Not when he was enjoying himself so much. Logan moaned so heavenly as Patton rubbed his leg against Logan’s erection. Reminding the logical side to take care of himself at the same time. Rutting up against the hard warm leg like an animal had Logan coming in seconds. When the violin clattered to the floor, the heart’s moans filled the air. Patton’s fingers threaded through Logan’s hair again. This time holding Logan in place as he spilled down the his throat. Letting sweet words and Logan’s name tumble out nonsensically as he used Logan to fully ride out his orgasm. Pulling out and going to his knees, Patton held Logan as their heartbeats slowed and they could breathe normally again.

Opening his eyes Logan realized something about the blurry outlines had changed. Placing his glasses back on Logan could process that Patton’s room was back. Everything in place, every trace of the previous decor erased.

“With all evidence collected I think we solved the case of the Disappearing Heart.�� Logan said, voice a bit gravely.

“What is that?”

“My heart was with you all along.” Logan admitted slowly kissing Patton like he had always wanted.

“And mine with you.” Patton coo’ed as he lead Logan to bed.