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vulgarvixxen · 5 days ago

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Myrequest is . Remy watchinf virgil work out but he cantstop flirting w him / staring @ his muscles & sayinf stupid shit like “I bet u can carry me with those :proudtt: “ so virgil decides 2 showhim what he can rlly do withhis arms (fucks him hard while manhandling him or something . Or propping him up aahjnst a wall . Idk u can get creative with that part) uhm . Yea:perfectangel: also obvi top virgil & bottom remy . Maybe a bit of overstim like virgil rlly showsremy what he can do

I'll Show You What I Can Really Do

Anxsleep (Virgil x Remy) Warnings: sweat, sex, overstimulation

"I didn't expect you to actually have muscle under those clothes," Remy comments, before loudly sipping the remnants of that morning's coffee up through a straw. The cheap, plastic cup was visibly empty, but Remy strived to make as much noise as possible while stirring his straw through the half-melted ice. His sunglasses are partially down the bridge of his nose, but he quickly takes them off fully, folds the legs, and tucks them into the collar of his shirt. "The way you dress would imply you're nothing but a beanpole."

Virgil nearly drops the weights he's holding, and whips towards Remy with a half-irritated, half-flustered expression. "Working out releases dopamine, or whatever," he mutters in reply. "It became a habit after Roman and Logan pushed me to try. The muscles were just a natural byproduct."

"Do you just do arm workouts? Or does your daily dose of building that body extend beneath your shirt, too."

The shorts and tee Virgil was wearing were abnormal compared to his usual wear, but they were both still loose. This revealed his muscular arms and calves, but still kept his core hidden. He was lean enough to look exactly as Remy described when fully donned in a thick hoodie and jeans, but without them Virgil was sure Remy could make an educated guess.

"What do you think?" comes Virgil's instinctive snarky response, but when Remy just raises an eyebrow and steps further into the room - setting his empty cup on the stack of weights near the doorway - Virgil quickly stammers out more clarifying "of course I work out the rest of my body. Different workouts for different parts, obviously, but it'd be odd to just focus on my arms or my legs. They'd very quickly end up disproportionate to the rest of me."

"They already look disproportionate to the rest of you," Remy remarks. "I think it might look a little more natural if I could see your chest bare." Remy shamelessly lets his head tilt down a bit, gaze starting at the waistband of Virgil's shorts and traveling upwards slowly, before fixating on where Virgil's pecs would be. "Yeah," he declares, nodding his head proudly, "it'd look a lot more proportionate if I could fully appreciate your proportions."

"Ugh," Virgil groans, "don't you have anyone else to bother?"

"I'm not a bother, babe, I'm a blessing. And currently the only interesting thing around here worthy of my attention is you and those abs you may or may not have." Remy shamelessly settles himself directly in front of Virgil, so that his presence is unavoidable. "Just let me take a peek, and I'll be out of your hair."

Scoffing, Virgil retorts "we both know that's not true," but he finds himself not necessarily upset by Remy's curiosity.

It's not that his other friends hadn't noticed his muscles - occasionally he has to pull the sleeves of his jacket up, and his forearms are muscular themselves - but they don't focus on it. Not like Remy's currently focusing on it. In fact, the attention is rather flattering in its own odd way, as Virgil doubts Remy would be paying this much attention to him if not for the muscles he's suspected to have.

So, with a sigh, Virgil sets his weights down at his legs. "Fine, you can see. But I'm not doing this for you; I'm doing it because it's getting hot in here."

Remy bites his bottom lip. "You know the solution for rooms getting stuffy is to take off all your clothes..."

Virgil shakes his head as he brings himself to his feet. "Don't push it."

Remy takes a step back to give Virgil the space to slide his hands beneath his shirt and slowly guide it off his body. The moment it's halfway up, Remy is quick to invade Virgil's personal space, setting his hands on Virgil's core and sliding them up to Virgil's chest the moment his shirt is completely discarded.

"Remy," Virgil scolds, but Remy just looks up at Virgil with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"What?" Remy asks, with faux innocence. "You put a delicious, double-baked breakfast croissant in front of me and expect me not to want a taste?"

Face red, Virgil insists "I expect you to be able to control yourself."

Snickering, Remy jests "well, why would you think that?" before finally backing up when Virgil pushes him to - though by push, it really is Virgil's hands setting themselves on Remy's shoulders and firmly guiding him away. Remy doesn't think he could fight the force if he tried!

Virgil moves himself around the small workout room, navigating from the simple chair he was on to a pull-up bar. He has to jump to reach it, as Roman's taller than he is and he seemingly was using this space last, but that's not a problem. It's not like Virgil's feet need to touch the ground in order to lift his body above the bar. He hangs there for a moment, watching as Remy pulls over the chair Virgil was previously seated on and sits on it himself. He even crosses his legs over each other and leans back, making himself comfortable.

"What are you doing?" Virgil asks, whilst adjusting his grip on the bars.

Remy's answer is immediate. "Enjoying the show," he claims, before smiling when Virgil does his first pull up. "How many reps are you doing?"

"Three sets with ten reps each," Virgil answers.

Remy grimaces. "That's a lot. I thought pull-ups were like... super difficult."

"They are if you don't have any training." Virgil pulls himself up a second time, holding his chin above the bar for a few seconds before slowly lowering himself back down. "You're basically lifting up your entire body using just your arms. That's a couple hundred pounds being moved per rep."

"Most workouts involve lifting hundreds of pounds," Remy counters. "Like push-ups."

Virgil exhales as he comes down from his third rep, and then sucks in a sharp breath as he lifts himself up again. "Those are different. Most workouts are different from each other. But push-ups give a little support from your feet, so your entire weight isn't resting on your arms." His arms shake a bit during his next descent. "Now stop talking to me; replying wastes valuable air."

"Maybe I want to waste your 'valuable air,'" Remy teases. "You sound hot when you're breathing all hard and heavy."

Virgil drops off the bar only halfway through his set. His forehead glistens with fresh sweat that he wipes away with the back of his hand. "Remy," Virgil starts, with a heavy sigh, "you're distracting me."

"You're distracting me!" Remy argues, sounding more than offended. "How am I supposed to look at you and think of anything other than how strong you are! And how hot that strength is!" Remy knocks the chair off its legs in his rush to stand up. His manicured hands run obsessively over Virgil's arms. "I think you could effortlessly carry me around with those," he claims, tracing his finger along Virgil's defined bicep. "Even with just one arm, I bet it'd be a breeze."

Flushing, Virgil grabs Remy's wrists. "Are you trying to goad me into picking you up?"

Remy smiles prettily. "Is it working? I bet you can do a lot of things with arms like those... Things that would easily have well-groomed men like me falling over ourselves."

At first, Virgil's expression is unreadable as he considers Remy's words, but very quickly a small smile works its way onto Virgil's face as he slings his arms around Remy's waist and suddenly lifts him without warning.

Remy is left scrambling to hurry and wrap his legs around Virgil's midsection as Virgil adjusts his position slightly, getting Remy's rear settled in the crook of his elbow, leaving his other arm completely free. Though Remy holds tight to Virgil out of sheer surprise, there's really no need to, as Virgil's hold on Remy is incredibly secure. There's no tremble in his arms, and no strain in keeping him up.

Virgil himself can't help but look a little proud. "You're right," he affirms, "this is easy."

It takes Remy a second to gather his bearings, but once his mind has stopped swimming with excitement, he's absolutely swooning and rubbing his hands over Virgil's collarbones. But before Remy can even appreciate Virgil's body while this close, he's being carried near the treadmill.

"I'll show you what I can really do, since you're so curious," Virgil states, as he steps up onto the machine. It's not on, obviously, but he doesn't look like he wants it to be. Instead, he reaches into the cup holder attached to the treadmill's console and fishes out a readily available bottle of lubricant.

Remy can't help the blush that spreads across his face. His eyes flicker to the bottle, and then to Virgil. "You keep lube in the workout room?" Remy asks, his amusement palpable. "Or is that Roman who's getting freaky in here?"

"Nobody gets 'freaky' in here," Virgil mutters, "until now, I suppose."

"Then what's with the lube?"

Virgil waves the bottle in Remy's face. "It's treadmill lube. Used to decrease friction between the belt and the deck, so that the belt can keep traveling smoothly cycle by cycle. But it's silicone based, which means it's perfectly safe to use on a person. Or, I guess in a person."

Virgil changes Remy's position swiftly, and Remy feels the wind knocked out of his lungs as his back ends up on the treadmill's console.

"Get comfy while I stretch you open."

Eyes wide with excitement, Remy stammers out "really? You're actually going to have sex with me in here?" He's practically drooling as he speaks. "No showering beforehand, no changing out of your shorts, just right here, right now?"

Raising an eyebrow, Virgil inquires "that's what you wanted, right?" while opening up the bottle of lubricant.

"Hell yeah!" Remy assures him, hands grasping the treadmill's arm rails solely to further support himself, even though Virgil's hand lifting his hip is steady enough. "I can't wait to feel just how strong you are. And don't bother being gentle with me; you know I like to play rough. Just-" Remy swats at Virgil's hand as Virgil starts to unbutton his jeans "-careful with my clothing. My entire fit probably cost more than this entire machine."

Though Virgil rolls his eyes, he does actually oblige by Remy's words, and with one hand manages to get Remy's pants off his legs without pulling too hard or potentially ripping the seams, though he does dismissively drop the fabric to the floor afterwards with little care, along with Remy's boxers. Getting Remy's shirt off is unnecessary, but Virgil does it because Remy lets him. He slides his hand beneath Remy's shirt and up to his upper back in order to lift Remy off the treadmill slightly so he can get Remy's black jacket off and his shirt pulled over his head in a matter of seconds. Remy's sunglasses clatter as they fall against the floor.

Then, Remy's foot slides against the waistband of Virgil's shorts. "Your turn," he sings, voice smug, but Virgil just hums.

"Not yet. We should get you prepped first."

"Aw," Remy pouts dramatically, "you're not even going to give me a hot visual while I'm being fingered?"

Virgil uncaps the bottle of lube, and pours some on his fingers. "You have my chest that you begged to see. Just look at that."

"I'm greedy, Virgil. You can't expect me to just be satisfied with one part of your body when your whole figure is just a pair of pants away!"

As Virgil's lubed hands slide between Remy's cheeks, Virgil comments "I'm starting to think I shouldn't expect anything of you. Anything other than being perverse, at least." His pointer and middle press against Remy's hole, teasingly threatening to slip inside at a moment's notice.

Remy huffs. "I'm not perverse. I'm a man of taste. And you look like you taste good."

Virgil doesn't bother dignifying Remy's flirty remark with anything other than a blush and an unamused look, before finally sinking his fingers into Remy. Remy's head falls back against the treadmill console immediately, groaning as one of his hands comes to rest above his head, and the other further digs into the handrails.

"Even your fingers feel muscular," Remy pants, as Virgil's digits slowly stretch him open. "Did they thicken up or something after you started lifting weights? Oh!" Remy lifts his head in excitement. "Did your cock?"

"Geez," Virgil breathes, shaking his head. "You'll see in a bit, I guess. Though I wouldn't get your expectations too high."

"Too late," Remy moans. "You've already exceeded my presumptions thus far. Hotter chest, hotter arms, hotter fingers. I can almost guarantee you'll pull down your pants and I'll be more than pleased with what I see!"

Virgil adds a third finger, continuing to scissor open Remy's hole. His movements are slow and careful, but he still works to pleasure Remy, even if doing so subtly. His fingers push into Remy, and slide out, never going that far in, but pressing in just enough to be noticeable, and to make Remy's cock twitch in excitement.

A fourth finger is added as a courtesy, as Remy's words have Virgil extra careful about whether or not his cock has actually grown, as that's not something he's ever particularly paid attention to (and so doesn't even know if it's a possible perk of working out), but it doesn't hurt to prepare for it just in case. And Remy doesn't seem to be complaining, as his eyelids are pressed lightly shut and his eyebrows are creased in pleasure, as he leisurely soaks in the fruits of Virgil's labor.

It's only when Virgil pulls his fingers out that Remy whines.

"Shush," Virgil scolds him, but his voice is a lot more soft than stern, "you're getting something better."

"Hell yeah I am," Remy gleefully sighs. "But this stupid headboard thing is hurting my neck. Lift me off it?"

"You just want me to hold you up."

"So what if I do?"

Virgil supposes he should have expected that response, and so says "let me get myself lubed up before my hands are too busy with your body to do so," while already wiggling his shorts down his thighs.

Remy doesn't argue - which is a surprise to Virgil considering his track record - and instead watches with open interest as Virgil's cock is finally freed from the confines of his pants and boxers.

Virgil kicks his own clothing to the side with a lot less care than he did Remy's, and pours a bit more lube onto his hand so he can slick himself up. Virgil can basically feel Remy's excitement as he watches Virgil's hand pump the length of his shaft, smearing lubricant over every centimeter until he's glistening with it. When he's confident he's lubed enough, he finally does as Remy requested and loops his hand around Remy's back and pulls him off the treadmill's console. Their new position requires Virgil to use both hands to get the best angle possible to slowly begin to guide his cock inside Remy, but Remy pays that no mind as his face is pressed against Virgil's chest. Virgil's a lot firmer than Remy expected - probably since he's still quite lean despite his toned body - but it's the sweat that Remy's mind immediately locks on to.

The stuffiness from the room (that has little circulation already), paired with the fact Virgil's already been working out means he's quite musky, and that's a fact Remy basks in as his face rubs between Virgil's pecs.

While Remy selfishly enjoys himself, Virgil's shaft slides deeper into Remy until most of it is settled inside. Then, he loosens his grip a bit, and his hands settle more casually on Remy's hips.

"Enjoying yourself?" Virgil teases, and Remy's quick to nod, sliding his face further up and down Virgil's cleavage.

Virgil wants to roll his eyes at Remy's open enjoyment, but he can't bring himself to due to his own eagerness. Remy was continuing to both flatter and fluster him with even his more depraved actions, but it felt good to be desired so much. And Remy's ass clenching around his cock felt just as good, if not better.

Besides, it's not like this was really stopping him from working out. Moving Remy up and down would be a workout in itself!

After a moment of making sure that they're in a position Virgil won't go falling over in, and double checking his hold on Remy is secure, Virgil asks "you ready?" as a courtesy, even though Remy hardly needs to be asked if he's good to go.

Pulling his face just a few centimeters away from Virgil's chest, he moans out a happy "yes," with his pretty, painted nails already digging into Virgil's back in anticipation. His fingers are dragged up Virgil's spine as Virgil lifts him halfway off his cock, and then they slide roughly back down when Remy himself is slammed back down onto Virgil's shaft with enough force to make Remy cry out.

"Fuck," Remy pants, "are you sure you've never fucked anyone in here before? You seem too good at sex standing up for this to be your first time."

"It's not that different from normal sex," Virgil insists. "Just a different position is all. A bit more strenuous on the arms, and a bit less hip motion. If anything, I think I might prefer this to the traditional way. After all, I have a built-in muffler for when you get particularly annoying."

"Shame you'll never get to use it," Remy tries to playfully reply, but all he gets in response is his face shoved back into Virgil's chest, where Remy is happy to stay.

Lube squelches around Virgil's cock as the excess drips carelessly onto the treadmill track beneath Virgil's feet. Remy's soles press into the back of Virgil's thighs as he's repeatedly lifted up and brought down. At first the movements are consistent and smooth, albeit slow between descents, as though Virgil is trying to keep things rhythmic. It's almost as though he's treating this entirely like a workout, and counting the reps in his head instead of focusing on this fully as a sexual act. Though, if Virgil did focus on it as solely a sexual act, he might end up a lot more embarrassed than anything, so he keeps rationalizing his desire by claiming it's still exercise.

Eventually though, his arms start to shake a bit.

Remy gasps as he forces his head away from Virgil's torso. "Don't tell me a big, strong man like you is getting tuckered out already," he starts, voice filled with faux concern.

Virgil bites his bottom lip hard. "I'm not," he lies through his teeth, but there's no way to stop the slight tremble in his forearms.

Remy clearly doesn't believe him, but he slides his hands through Virgil's sweaty bangs and responds "good, because I figured we were just getting started. I mean, you haven't even found my prostate yet-"

As he speaks, Virgil drops him down with more intensity than he has previously, and just so happens to nail Remy's prostate with that action. Remy's forced to eat his words and moan instead as the tip of Virgil's cock thrusts hard against the bundle of nerves, causing Remy's pre to smear over Virgil's chest. His head falls back with pleasure as obscenities spill from his lips, and his legs squeeze tighter around Virgil's waist. This action causes his cock to become somewhat smushed, and that friction is tantalizing.

"Still think I'm getting tired?" Virgil grits into Remy's ear, as he leans over slightly, holding Remy parallel to the ground as he moves Remy back and forth on his cock, as though he's nothing but a toy Virgil's using in the privacy of his room. The sweat from his face and chest roll down his body and drip onto Remy's, leaving glistening splashes against his skin that only mix in with Remy's precome.

Virgil leaves no room for Remy to even try and insist Virgil's losing his stride, as Virgil fucks into him with little restraint.

His grip is so tight that red marks are left in his wake whenever he shifts his fingers slightly, at first holding Remy by his waist, then his thighs, and then back to his waist. At some point, Virgil manages to get a solid one-handed hold that leaves Remy pleasantly feeling like he'll fall at any given moment while also feeling assured that he's not going anywhere aside from on and off Virgil's cock, which is leaking inside of him. Virgil's other hand holds to one of the treadmill's handrails, which he uses to give himself a bit more power to his thrusts. Despite this alteration of their positions, Virgil doesn't miss Remy's prostate once, and continues abusing it with repeated jerks of his hips.

It's only when Remy's orgasm comes crashing into him does Virgil falter slightly, as Remy grabs his wrist with both hands and cries out in sheer ecstasy. His head falls back with bliss as his climax washes over him in pleasant waves, before he lets his head continue to hang back while he tries to catch his breath.

"Holy shit babe," Remy gasps out, as he uses his grip on Virgil's arm to pull himself semi-upright. "That was one hell of an orgasm! I'll be sleeping well tonight after that." Remy licks his lips, and then teasingly brushes some of Virgil's hair behind his ear in order to meet Virgil's eyes. "You'll have to join me in bed. Consider it a reward for treating me so well."

Virgil holds Remy still for a moment, before suddenly pulling halfway out and slamming his hips back in, startling Remy who lets out a sharp moan of overstimulation.

"What makes you think we're done?" Virgil asks, voice low. "I mean... I did promise to show you what I could really do, and I could stand to go another round. And you'd be better off staying and helping; it's kind of pathetic of you to just come and go, after all."

Remy snorts, but playfully twirls his hair with his finger. "If you want me to stay, you can just say so."

"I want you to get what you were promised," Virgil scoffs. "Nothing more, nothing less."

And that more comes in the form of another rough jerk of Virgil's hips being thrust against Remy, who's brief banter break had only been permitted to account for his refractory period. And now that Virgil can see Remy's cock twitching with interest and slowly hardening again, he was more than ready to get right back into it. With the way Remy moans and smiles, Virgil can only guess Remy's eager to get things started back up, too.

But that doesn't mean things will remain like this, as suddenly Virgil pulls Remy's body all the way off his cock, flips him over, and then thrusts back into him with no warning, leaving Remy's mind spinning at just how fast things are moving and how quickly he ends up with his back pressed against Virgil's chest. Now, Virgil uses a hand lightly pressed to Remy's throat to keep him steady, but doesn't apply any pressure. It just sits there, fingers holding the sides of Remy's neck while Virgil's other hand continues to grope Remy's hip, causing Remy's eyes to roll back into his head with delight.

"Fuck, Virgil!" Remy cries, though he barely has the awareness to get the words out with how overwhelmingly hot his body feels. He's still trying to process his first orgasm, and now he can feel a second fast approaching him, as his sensitive cock swells with arousal. "Strong and confident? I'm-" Remy has to stop for a moment to bite back a moan, "-I'm loving this whole new you!"

"It's still the same old me," Virgil huffs in response, his breath hot against Remy's earlobe, making Remy shiver. "Just more easily able to... indulge you, I suppose. Though that's not why I started working out."

Remy grins, and breathily responds "sure it's not. Even though this body of yours is hella hot, and this gruff attitude is hella hot, and-"

Virgil lets go of Remy and Remy yelps as he feels himself falling, though he's quickly caught once he's horizontal once more, with Virgil having adjusted his grip. When Remy turns to look at Virgil over his shoulder, Virgil gives him a knowing, smug smile that causes Remy's abdomen to swell with warmth.

Virgil continues his thrusts into Remy's hole, while Remy leaks a few meager drops of pre onto the treadmill below, though the splatter quickly soaks into the machine's belt. Virgil himself begins to get noisier too, and his hold on Remy goes from just being a means to support Remy by keeping him upright and bouncing on his cock to gripping something for his own sake, as he feels his pleasure begin to build to an insurmountable degree. He leans down too, using his hold on Remy's neck to lift him just enough for Virgil to bite the back of Remy's shoulder in an attempt to muffle his sounds of enjoyment. Remy however can feel the vibrations of Virgil's moans, and that further pleases him knowing that Virgil finds him, his body, and this sex irresistible.

As Remy's hands again clasp around Virgil's arm, Virgil grits out "what? Close again? Already?"

Remy has no shame in moaning out an affirmative "yes," followed by a flirty "I can't help it. Not when I have a hot, muscular man taking me to pound town."

Whining, Virgil hides his red face in Remy's flesh, but the hold he has on Remy's waist wraps further around to finally grasp Remy's neglected cock. The cry Remy lets out as his shaft is quickly stroked by Virgil's calloused fingers is desperate, but if he's begging for something, Virgil doesn't stop him from having it.

He just continues to pump Remy's cock quickly, not bothering to try and time it to his sporadic, needy thrusts, which are quickly bringing him closer and closer to his own edge. And when Remy finally comes a second time - with only a few, thin, messy spurts coming from his empty balls - he clenches hard around Virgil's cock, which has Virgil moaning in turn and shoving deep a final time to come himself. Tears prick Remy's eyes as he feels Virgil's cock throb and fill his insides with come, though he quickly wipes them away and just hangs his head, enjoying the unrepressed sounds he gets as Virgil's head falls back in pleasure.

He fucks Remy through his orgasm, though his thrusts are messy and slow, and his arms are shaking hard, until he eventually pulls Remy off his cock, and drags them both off the treadmill panting all the while.

They both end up on a rather stiff yoga mat, with their conjoined messes further dirtying the room, though neither of them seem to be in any rush to navigate away from the workout equipment. Remy lays flat on his back, while Virgil sits next to him, using a sweat rag to wipe away both his perspiration, and the semen still splattered against their bodies. He can't clean Remy out fully, but he also doesn't try to, instead just focusing on Remy's thighs and stomach. When he's completely wiped down, Virgil tends to himself, and then tosses the cloth into a nearby laundry basket (which was already filled with other sweaty and messy fabrics). Then, he runs his hand along Remy's back.

"Satisfied?" Virgil asks, a hint of playful judgement in his voice.

Remy snorts, and reaches for Virgil's hold. "Not until we get somewhere more comfortable. How about you carry me to bed, and brew me some nice Sleepytime tea. As a form of... post-workout cardio."

Virgil sighs and shakes his head, but his smile is apparent. "Fine," he responds, "but give me five minutes to rest first."

Remy stretches out, and then moves to snuggle close to Virgil's muscles, which he shamelessly, albeit lazily, feels up while they lounge. "Sounds good to me," Remy yawns, "more time to appreciate the view before it's obscured beneath my covers." Virgil laughs under his breath, and then focuses on breathing deeply and rhythmically while Remy continues to slowly drag his finger along Virgil's abs. They both sit there for a bit, collectively regaining their senses, and planning to move to the bedroom at some point... although they were really in no rush. No rush at all.

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vulgarvixxen · 6 days ago

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Sanders Sides: Miscellaneous Smut Masterlist! (Part Two)

The kinks, ships, and prompts listed for each post so you can know what you want to read (in case the titles aren't descriptive enough)!

(Listed in order of oldest to newest!) (And how they're formatted on my AO3)

Part One

1. Rules + Info + Requests

2. Chapter Summaries

3. Payment: DRLAMP (Janus x Remus x Logan x Virgil x Patton x Roman), Sex, Double Penetration, Riding, Handjobs, Face Fucking, Degradation, Tears, Spit Prompt: Can you do one with Bottom Sub Patton x Everyone where he just likes to pay with sex

4. Video Games: Dukexiety (Remus x Virgil), Exhibition, Sex Prompt: Smaller person (likely Virgil), and bigger person (likely Remy or Remus.) Of course they play video games, however, Virgil wants attention and R won't give it to him because "but video games, babe!" So, Virgil ride's R while he plays video games. Probably in a voice chat too.

5. Vulnerable: Logicality (Logan x Patton), Sex, Breeding Speak, A/B/O Dynamics, Hickeys Prompt: Hurt comfort and a/b/o where Patton(Alpha) and Logan(Alpha) have been married for a while and lately they've finally started to have sex because Patton grew up in a very traditional family and he has a hard time submitting to Logan without feeling shameful and humiliating. Logan realizes and softly helps Pat into sub space. Top!Logan and bottom!Patton. Plus points if Logan's a sweet husband

6. Bug: Intruloceit (Remus x Logan x Janus), Vore, Detailed Digestion, Sex, Felching Prompt: Plsplspls intruloceit vore

7. Boob Job: Loceit (Logan x Janus), Nipple Play, Oversensitivity, Humping, Dacryphilia Prompt: Maybe Janus would even have to press his pecs together and fuck the fat tits Logan essentially has.

8. Home Alone: Demus (Janus x Remus), Toys, Plugs, Hair Pulling, Thigh Fucking Prompt: A roommate who constantly makes noise like he's getting off/fucked and like, lays in bed twitching like he's got somethin in his ass, so what happens when someone buys him a thrusting/vibrating dildo/plug via amazon and it shows up when he's home alone? Does he use it alone? Does he get caught by the roommate who bought it? That day? Eventually? Ever? Pairing of your choice

9. Assume: Intruality (Remus x Patton), Sex, Degradation, Restraints, Spanking Prompt: Could you maybe do something with intruality where Patton's like assumed by everyone that he has no idea what sex is while Remus is the opposite and no one knows how they're together. And behind closed doors Patton's really dominant and dirty, his pure an innocent act is all fake and he loves putting Remus in his place, tying him up, spanking him and degrading him until he's begging for Patton to fuck him

10. Human Need: Logicality (Logan x Patton), Sex, Breeding Kinks, Cockwarming Prompt: How about some logicality with Logan having a breeding kink and denying it and Patton telling him he has a breeding kink (and that's okay) but Logan keeps insisting it's just his 'human need to reproduce, so of course he'd want to get the person he loves pregnant.' and Patton's just like 'yeah, okay, sure.' top Logan and bottom Pat

11. At Long Last: Dukexiety (Remus x Virgil), Voodoo, Sex, Felching Prompt: Hey mate so I'm a sucker for Virgil being rendered helpless and overstimulated so like could I put a request in for Virgil × Remus with Remus finally getting a hold of Virgil's voodoo doll?/Remus finally getting a hold of Virgil's voodoo doll?

12. Spring Break: Anxceit (Virgil x Janus), Feederism, Handjobs, Blowjobs, Finger Sucking Prompt: Any case I can get more feederism my way? Maybe sub! V and dom!pat or jan or both yk- Dom is worried sub isn't eating enough bc busy college life and decides durin a spring vacation or smtg to have a feedin session to fix it :D

13. Begging For Your Body: Intruality (Remus x Patton), Sex, Overstimulation, Grinding Prompt: Intruality with soft!dom Patton and bottom Remus. The main plot of this would be that maybe Remus was feeling down, having intrusive thoughts (as he does), specifically about his body image, and Patton is there to comfort him and love up on him <3. Kinks are praise, grinding, begging (from the dom perspective, (ex: "Please, Please let me make you feel good, baby?"), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, and a lot of pet names-)

14. Aftercare: Analogical (Virgil x Logan), Sex, Bondage, Degradation, Choking Prompt: I'm a sucker for big aftercare- especially after something like a brutal scene with a partner lol Analogical Kinks: Choking, praise, degrading and bondage- but ending with explicit aftercare? For the base storyline do whatever you wish! Have free-range :))

15. Cock Snack: Analoceitmus (Virgil x Logan x Janus x Remus), Micro/Macro, Oral Play, Cock Vore, Restraints, Cum Digestion, Sex, Fingering, Edging, Crying Prompt: P. 3 of c vore fic?

17. Doll-ightful Destresser Logince (Logan x Roman), Voodoo, Sex, Gagging, Overstimulation, Premature Orgasms, Crying, Prompt: More voodoo please any ship

18. P.E.T. Intrulogical (Remus x Logan), Robofucking, Computer fucking, Wireplay, Machine Oil, Overstimulation, Objectum Prompt: Logan whos a sentient P.E.T. computer who remus gets by means of a gift or something from his grandparents. logan has programmed sentience, and remus plays with his wires and fucks his insides while logans screen displays a wall of overwhelmed binary. with remus calling logan his pet throughout bc thats whats on the body so thats clearly his name

19. Wallet Roceit (Roman x Janus), Inanimate Transformation, Wallet Transformation, Fingering, Edging, Overstimulation, Handjobs, Premature Orgasms Prompt: Janus turning roman into his wallet and using him to pay for things. roman feels continuously full from the coins and money, and feels like he's being fingered or stretched open whenever januss fingers dip inside of him

20. Pleading And Punishments Loceit (Logan x Janus), Caning, Premature Ejaculation, Overstimulation, Handjobs Prompt: Could you do a Logan x Anyone, Logan being bottom, Logan overworking himself and gets stressed from it. He jerks off to calm down and his lover walks in on him. I was thinking for this one basically a sexy punishment for Logan, any kinks you wanna put in is alright!

21. Preening Prinxiety (Roman x Virgil), Preening, Handjobs, Overstimulation Prompt: I was wondering if you'd be able to write something with prinxiety or Virgil/Roman/Janus in some kind of winged!au where the wings are pretty sensitive and one of them has feathered wings and kinda gets off on having them groomed/preened? Maybe they get embarrassed about it so let their wings get a little messy before the other(a) step in to help and find this out? And then maybe decide to make things fun (wink) Idm necessaily who's in which role :3 I just never see smut with a focus on wings and think it would be really cute <3 no pressure tho!! /Gen

22. Scribbling Your Mind Away Kingceit (King Creativity x Janus), Inanimate Transformation, Pen Transformation, Edging, Premature Orgasms, Overstimulation, Dacryphilia, Blowjobs, Ink Ingestion Prompt: what about Janus x king?

23. Needy Loking (Logan x King), Sex, Hickeys, Blood, Crying, Overstimulation Prompt: well now i immediately need a lovey dovey dom king and needy overstimulated logan

24. Drink And Fuck Analoceit (Virgil x Logan x Janus), Lactation, Nipple Play, Sex, Double Penetration, Premature Orgasms, Overstimulation, Frottage Prompt: analoceit gay sex... logan lactating & virgil & janus drinking his milk & fucking him senseless :3 - @ pupplaylogan

25. Red Flags Intrulogical (Remus x Logan), Gross Sex, Burping Kinks, F-slur, Dacryphilia, Degradation, Sweat Kinks, Sex, Slapping, Kicking, Biting, Blood, Overstimulation Prompt: Intrulogical where Remus is just filled to the brim with red flags in presumably a human universe, he's obnoxious and gross, he'll spit on the floor indoors or disrespectfully smoke in situations that it's obviously rude to do so in, insult or pick on people just to annoy them, stick his gum to people's clothing because he thinks it's funny, and Logan who's this incredibly smart little guy who's respectful and practically the stereotype teacher's pet type of Personality where he always plays by the rules and for some reason his type happens to be the most disgusting obnoxious person he could possibly ever meet, and then they have freak nasty scandalous sex

26. Cuddles With A Touch Of Sex Kingceit (King Creativity x Janus), Fingering, Sex Prompt: Can we have a king creativity x Sub Janus with soft cuddle sex?

27. Frotting, Frotting, Frotting Analogical (Virgil x Logan), Frottage, Overstimulation, Dacryphilia, Dry Orgasms Prompt: analogical frotting. please. please. please. please pelase ple - @ pupplaylogan

28. I'll Show You What I Can Really Do Anxsleep (Virgil x Remy), Sweat, Sex, Overstimulation Prompt: Myrequest is . Remy watchinf virgil work out but he cantstop flirting w him / staring @ his muscles & sayinf stupid shit like "I bet u can carry me with those :proudtt: " so virgil decides 2 showhim what he can rlly do withhis arms (fucks him hard while manhandling him or something . Or propping him up aahjnst a wall . Idk u can get creative with that part) uhm . Yea:perfectangel: also obvi top virgil & bottom remy . Maybe a bit of overstim like virgil rlly showsremy what he can do

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i think they might like each other....

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vulgarvixxen · 6 days ago

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do you think monsters with a human fetish make posts about how they only like "weird fucked up human cocks" or like "I'm such a human slut this is the only thing I can get off to" and post a picture of a normal human pussy.

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vulgarvixxen · 6 days ago

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Post phallo surgery transmasc Logan getting a cage on his new cock as soon as it heals :)

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vulgarvixxen · 6 days ago

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oh that's forcefem. that's forcefem of my confort character.

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vulgarvixxen · 6 days ago

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Cam-boy Logan but it’s his computer is the one posting it (living laptop? Another side?)

logan should put his laptop between his thighs and hump it i think

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A Dragon's Most Precious Treasure

Roceit (Roman x Janus) Prompt: If I may request :333 Possibly a fic with Roceit, Prinxiety or Anaroceit where one of the sides is a dragon who kidnaps the other(s) to have as part of their hoard, treating them like a treasure, dressing them up with jewels and such, all sorts of pampering and praise etcetera and then, of course, fucking them until they can hardly think anymore (don't need a toy who thinks too much after all) Just a thought :3333 Warnings: feederism, handjobs, sex, blood, biting, hickeys, overstimulation A request from my AO3

Being a hybrid was far from rare in Roman's kingdom.

Not only were his citizens hybrids of all shapes and sizes - moth hybrids, tiger hybrids, the all-too-common wolf hybrids - but the royal family themselves came from a long line of hybrids. Roman's father was a gold hybrid, and his grandfather was one of the same. His mother was the odd one out in their lineage, being a simple human amongst the rest, but she was welcome all the same.

Most of the hybrids in these woods resided in this kingdom, where Roman - the prince of this place - took great care of all of them. He made sure accommodations were provided to all hybrids - regardless if they were blended with elementals, minerals, or animals - and if there was ever a situation where a hybrid couldn't function, couldn't work, or had trouble traveling, Roman was good at coming up with creative solutions to help.

However, hybrids outside of the kingdom's walls were a different story.

They were less domesticated, and more introverted. They were never violent unless specifically driven to violence; Roman himself can't recall a single instance in which someone from his kingdom who was out foraging got attacked unless they'd been the aggressor themselves.

Roman had never really seen any wild hybrids up close; he had always been ordered to stay within the castle walls.

"It's a dangerous world out there," his mother, the queen, had told him. "You're made of gold, Roman. Poachers would kill you if given the chance. Other hybrids will tear you apart."

She had come from the outside world; she'd been a visitor in their kingdom, seeking refuge from the untamed forest. She'd found safety with the king, whose bed she'd manipulated herself into. Roman could never tell if she was genuinely afraid for his safety, or if she was trying to scare him into always sticking around. Roman's twin brother - Remus - had run off, after all. He'd inherited their grandmother's silver genes. Not a golden freckle dotted his body, nor a shimmering golden strand in his hair. Instead of having sparkling golden eyes, golden flecks across his skin, golden threads in his hair, and a radiant glow about him in the sunlight, Remus had the complete opposite. Cold, almost white eyes, silver streaks that resembled tiger stripes, and one clump of silver hair that grew in a single streak near the front of his hairline. Remus looked unimpressive in the sun, but intimidating beneath the moon. While Roman was praised for his beauty and how blessed he was to receive such pretty, royal genes, Remus was practically shunned by their mother, who was just as plain as she believed Remus to be. So, Remus had left.

The only person he told was Roman. He'd shaken Roman awake so roughly Roman was flailing thinking he was being attacked.

Roman's pale skin shone as the moon poured into Roman's room through the giant window bordering his balcony. On the balcony sat a hybrid, with wings furled around his body, though small patches seemed to glow along his skin.

"I'm leaving," Remus admitted, in a hushed whisper. "I've met someone. He's an abomination, just like me. I can't take anymore of this fake shit, Roman. We're hybrids, not humans. There shouldn't be standards. So Logan and I are going somewhere where there won't be."

Roman had let Remus drag him to the windowsill, where he was introduced to Logan - a partial crow hybrid, partial crystal hybrid. Logan's story came quickly from Remus's mouth, detailing how instead of Logan being born one or the other, his hybrid genes had mixed. His parents had adored his odd genetics, but the citizens had not. Logan spent his entire life being ridiculed, and was eventually sent away by his mother and father to go found a better life. Remus had discovered him outside the wall when he'd been out one day. They'd clicked instantly.

"Will you be safe?" Roman had asked him, as Remus and Logan stepped onto the balcony railing together.

Remus had snorted. "Logan's lived outside the walls for years, and he's been safe. We deserve to be wild, Roman. We deserve to explore. Be animals. Act on our instincts. One day, you'll realize that too."

"What will Mom think?"

"She won't care. She never did." Remus winked. "It's Dad's reaction that has me interested."

Despite Roman's nerves, he knew he couldn't stop Remus. And so they hugged tight, and Roman had receded back into his room, where he watched from his bed as Remus and Logan leapt from the balcony and taken flight into the air, with Logan carrying Remus over the wall, and into the forest.

Roman remembered his mother's anger when she found out, yet no manhunt was ordered. Roman had noticed the small smile on his father's face when he was told the news. After that, Roman's mother had become fiercely protective of him, and had told him as many stories as she could about the world beyond their kingdom. About nasty, foamy-mouthed hybrids, looking for their next meal. About human poachers who would kill anything they could make a quick buck from. And yet, Roman consistently found himself lingering at the gate.

He'd heard other tales too, from their hunters and their foragers. Wolf hybrids would come back howling and excited, and tell Roman about all the wild packs they'd come across. How they'd share their life stories in these brief moments, and then how they'd continue sprinting in different directions. Sometimes, they'd even bring guests back with them after their outings, only increasing the kingdom's population.

For example, Patton - a particularly large rabbit hybrid - had brought back a scratched up spider hybrid named Virgil (though Virgil had insisted he be called a drider instead). Patton had confessed to nearly fainting on the spot, but Virgil had been more scared of him than the opposite, and was willing to come check out the kingdom in exchange for a nice meal.

Roman smiles as he strolls by Patton's small restaurant, which is bustling with hungry hybrids. Patton himself is leaning over the gate bordering his massive garden, where Virgil lays on the grass on the other side, resting outside his fabric store. All of his cloths and garments are hand-woven, and dyed with the berries Patton trades him in exchange for silk napkins and curtain repairs. Both of them notice the prince as he passes, and they wave in his direction, causing Roman to politely wave back.

He's heading towards the gate, with a basket full of bread and wrapped meats in hand, to greet a small wolf pack following their hunt.

He waits near the giant, towering wooden doors that provide the only accessible entrance and exit to his kingdom, and his heart beats fast when the doors are slowly opened by two attentive guards. In come running the designated hunters, who immediately crowd around Roman, and drop their bags filled with fresh meat at his feet.

"Another successful hunt!" one declares, searching for any sort of praise. "We've brought back quite a bit of deer."

Roman looks away from their bloodied fingernails, and attempts to focus on something other than the red tint to their teeth. "That's wonderful to hear. Were you hunting for the West side, or the East?"

"The East, your highness," a different wolf answers. "The West will hunt tomorrow. The lions have spotted a human farm further South, and will make an attempt to steal a few cows. They won't be slaughtered immediately, but instead brought back to be added to our kingdom's farms."

"To breed and be milked," another adds. "And once their lives are near the end, they'll be butchered then."

"Please, tell them to be cautious," Roman implores, as he hands over the basket of foods. Immediately, the four wolf hybrids dig in, each of them grabbing handfuls of baked bread and cramming it and the meat into their hungry maws. "You know how ruthless humans can be. The last thing I want reported to me is a loss of one of my valued citizens."

One of the wolves wipes his face, and steps forward meekly. "With all due respect, your highness, I think humans may be the least of our worries. See... the boys and I, we..." the guy bites his lip, hesitating briefly before blurting out "we spotted a dragon, right outside the kingdom walls."

Roman pales. "What?"

"We believe its den is in the mountains Southeast. It was flying overhead while we were hunting. Didn't bother us at all, but its presence spooked away some of our game."

Chewing his inner cheek, Roman asks "is it a hybrid? Or just a dragon itself?"

"No way to tell, your highness. Whether it's a hybrid or not, I'd recommend directing the hunts to the North for now. If it is just a mindless beast, then we shouldn't disturb its hunting grounds. The lion's expedition to the human farm might be the last trek that way for a while." The wolf fidgets with a piece of bread in his hands. "Unless, of course, someone guarantees the safety of the South. By slaying the dragon, perhaps."

"I wouldn't risk our troops in a fight I'm not confident we can win," Roman whispers, before gathering the wolves further inside, and ordering the gates be closed. "I'll talk to the King, and see what he recommends. Our best course of action would be to first find out whether or not the dragon is a being to be reasoned with. We are not a cruel kingdom, and we will not hurt any potential hybrids unless they instigate a fight first." Roman's gut swells with anxiety. There was no guarantee this dragon was a hybrid, and if it wasn't then it'd be safer for the creature to be slain. Its meat would feed Roman's kingdom for months if stored right, but the fight wouldn't be solely for food. It'd be for their security.

The walls around the kingdom did quite a bit to keep wild animals out. Monstrous wolves and panthers had trouble breaching the barriers unless incredibly determined, but even if they were able to leap over them they'd often be spotted and subdued by the guards before they could cause any harm. A dragon, however, could easily fly overhead. And with its fire breath and massive size, a mere landing could kill hundreds, and a fiery sneeze could wipe them all out.

So, with growing nerves, Roman heads back to the castle.

He finds his father in his royal chambers, which Roman nervously steps inside of. The room is large - larger than Roman's own - and it makes Roman himself feel small. The king is reading a book of sorts, but sets it down when he notices Roman.

"My son," the king greets him, "to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I come bearing news of today's hunt," Roman shakily replies. "One of our wolf packs came back with meat for the East side. Said the lions were planning on hunting meat for the West side tomorrow, and they were also planning on stealing a few cows from a nearby human farm."

"Did you advise them to be safe?"

Roman swallows a mouthful of spit. "Yes, your highness. But, uh, the wolves also saw something... potentially concerning."

The king sits up slightly, and raises an eyebrow. "Concerning?"

"Yes. They... they said they witnessed a dragon flying overhead, and they believe its home is in the mountains. The ones down South. They're worried that hunting in the South won't be safe, and recommended we move their hunting grounds to the North until things get handled."

"Were they able to tell whether or not it was a hybrid?"

"If it was, it was in dragon form. There's a chance it's just an animal."

The king's expression clouds. "If that's the case, then I fear for the safety of our people. We have stockpiles of food, and a collection of jewels. If that beast ever becomes particularly hungry or possessive, we could become a target." Roman's father rubs his chin, before sighing. "But, you know I'd like to avoid sparring with any hybrid unless it comes down to a life or death situation, and if the dragon is one of us, then we shouldn't bother it. There's a chance it's been in the mountains for decades, and that this is just the first time we've happened to see it out and about."

"What should we do?"

"Well, for starters, don't tell your mother."

Roman rubs the back of his neck. "You think this'll scare her?"

"I think if she finds out she'll immediately try to wage a war on the beast. If it's merely a dragon, then perhaps that's a fight we can win. If it's a hybrid, then we may lose a lot more men than what's necessary." The king stands, and sets a hand on Roman's shoulder. "I believe our best course of action would be to find the dragon's den, and leave an offering and a note nearby. A hybrid may consider the note a plea to keep peace in exchange for periodic offerings. A beast will think nothing of the items left at its door. Either way, we'll have an answer, and potentially an alliance."

"What should we bring? And who should we send?"

"Well... dragon's love sparkling, glittering treasures, and gold." The king's hand moves to Roman's hair, where a golden strand is plucked from Roman's brown locks. "So, it'd be my recommendation you gather up a handful of our golden treasures, and perhaps some gold from your own body, and you bring them South. If there's anyone safe around dragons, then it'd be someone quite literally made of gold."

Roman's immediately defensive. "I'm not made of gold!" he insists, as his father heads out of the room. Roman follows him, pleadingly. "I am soft and fleshy."

"You have golden blood."

"Golden blood not golden skin! If I'm bitten then the dragon's teeth will tear right through me!"

"Then do not give it the opportunity to bite you. Though, it shouldn't unless startled." Roman's led to the armory, where his father opens a cabinet, revealing a sharp, sparkling blade, befitting a king. "You may take my sword, my son, though I advise you not to wield it unless necessary. You should head out tomorrow, at sunrise. It'd recommend using tonight to gather what you think the dragon may like, and I'll expect you home tomorrow evening with news of how the encounter went."

Roman's handed the blade, which he holds with trembling hands. "And what if I don't return home?"

"Then I'll send our strongest troops to go find you. But I will not find a body; you will not perish. I have faith in your heart, my son. You come from a long line of kind rulers, who have formed bonds with creatures far more dangerous than dragons. Your ancestors will stand with you, and your mother and I will be expecting your success. Now go and gather. I will see you off on your journey tomorrow. Though I will not tell your mother of your departure until after you're gone."

With that, Roman and his father are left heading in opposite directions, with Roman nearly collapsing in his room out of fear.

Him? Confronting a dragon? Roman would do anything for the safety of his people, but until now he's never really had to!

He scoots on his knees towards his bed, which he lays his father's sword atop of, before digging into his nightstand where he keeps any golden hair of his that falls out. It's not a habit he started - it's one his mom did. According to her, his gold was precious, and the strands of hair from him that were purely golden would only amplify their fortune. So, he'd started keeping them in a wooden, sculpted jewelry box that were gifted to both him and Remus upon their births.

He holds the box close as he carries it out of the room.

He heads back out into the village for the second time that day, though this time instead of walking to the kingdom's entrance, he heads for Virgil's shop.

Virgil's no longer laying outside like he was earlier, and has instead moved inside his quaint home. Roman heads inside.

He finds a few other citizens looking around the fabrics - from dresses to trousers, all in different styles, sizes, and shapes. Virgil himself is upstairs in a small balcony visible from the ground. He's laying atop a decently large nest woven completely of silk, and he's actively using his sharp claws to daintily weave together freshly spun silk into what looks to be a onesie fit for a child. Gulping, Roman climbs the stairs.

"Virgil," Roman starts, and Virgil jumps as Roman's words startle him out of his focused mood.

"Your highness," Virgil grits, bowing his head informally. "I would appreciate you making your presence known from the first floor, instead of surprising me up here."

"I know, and I'm sorry for intruding, but I have a custom request." Virgil sets aside what he's working on in order to take the small box from Roman. When he looks inside it, his eyes go wide. "I need this gold spun into something. A small, hand-sized square if that's all you can make with it. I just need it to be made with that gold, and nothing more."

Virgil's hands tremble. "You trust me to... make something using your hair?"

"Of course I do. And I trust that if it comes from you, it'll be of the highest quality, with stitches so firm that the chances of the fabric coming unwoven will be slim to none. This is for someone really important."

"Who?"

Roman glances beneath them, at his unsuspecting citizens. Leaning in close, Roman quietly whispers in Virgil's ear "the dragon in the South."

All the colour drains from Virgil's face, as Roman rushes to explain "I... I have to go confront it tomorrow. And I need to bring gifts. And I need your help."

"Are you deciding to go on your own, or are you being ordered to go? Because that's practically a death sentence. I've seen that dragon fly overhead for years; it's massive, Roman. If you anger it, you're done for."

Roman's hands press hard against his face. "I know," he whimpers, "but my father is requesting I do this."

Bristling, Virgil closes the box full of hair and sets it aside. "Well..." Virgil bites his tongue, before sighing, "just be safe. I'll have your hair woven into something by morning. You can come by and grab it before you head out into the woods."

"Thank you, Virgil. I'll make sure you're compensated heavily for this."

"Just get back in one piece. That's all I ask."

Roman descends Virgil's stairs and heads out, and goes next door.

Patton is hopping from table to table tending to patrons who are eating a variety of veggies and soups. As a vegetarian, Patton doesn't cook or prepare meat, but the meals he hands out are nutritious enough. His garden and his crops are incredibly impressive, and he's spent a lot of time cultivating rare plants to make special broths, some with medicinal or sometimes even whimsical properties. Upon spotting Roman, Patton happily strolls over.

"My prince!" Patton exclaims, drawing the eyes of a few customers who all excitedly greet Roman with an array of smiles and praises. Patton immediately claps Roman on the back, and guides him further inside. "Out twice a day? Is the weather that good?"

"I'm here in need of a favor," Roman mumbles. "A favor that shouldn't be discussed in front of my people."

Patton's smile falters slightly, as he leads Roman out of the building and out into the garden. In a more serious tone, Patton asks "what's going on, Roman? Is something wrong?"

"There's... there's a dragon in the Southeast, who's been flying over our hunting grounds, which means it's nearing the castle. I've been tasked with going out to confront the beast at sunrise tomorrow, and to leave it offerings in exchange for peace."

"So you think it may be a hybrid?"

Roman shrugs, and then collapses onto the steps leading back into the restaurant. "I don't know. It could just be a dragon that'll kill me the moment I near its den. But just in case it's a hybrid, it's best to try and negotiate an alliance of some kind. To keep the kingdom safe."

Patton nods solemnly, before smiling lightly. "Well, if it is a hybrid, aligning ourselves with a dragon would make us one mighty strong kingdom! And dragons are easy to please. They like purdy things, and plenty of stuff in this kingdom is awfully purdy."

"That's why I'm here, actually," Roman sighs. "You know those golden flowers that were gifted to your grandfather by mine? The special ones?"

Patton nods. "Special flowers, those are. They make glimmering, golden broth, said to heal even the sickest of people and taste more heavenly than even the freshest of fruit."

"Could you... make me some broth? If not for the way it tastes, merely the way it looks may please the dragon. And I need to offer it anything at my disposal in order to further increase my chances of getting through to it."

"Of course, Roman. I'll whip you up a strong batch of it, and see if I can find a gorgeous pot to store it in. Any little bit helps."

Roman can't help but smile slightly as he thinks of Patton pondering over the many pots and vases he'd collected through generations and generations, debating which one a dragon would appreciate the most. "Thank you, Patton," Roman says. "This admittedly helps ease my anxiety. Even if this dragon could find gold coins or glittering jewels in places like human villages or stores in mountains, these flowers are special."

"You're special too, kiddo. I'm sure that even if the offerings are subpar, your presence alone will help sway the dragon to our side. Whether it's a hybrid or not, you're just too precious to devour." Patton pinches Roman's cheek, before ruffling his hair. "I'll bring your broth by the castle tonight, as well as some nice squash soup to lift your spirits! It's best you get home for now though; Lord knows you'll need all the rest you can get."

Roman takes in a deep breath at Patton's request, and then heads towards the gate, where Patton lets him out of his garden and walks him back to the paved street.

"You'll do great, kid," Patton assures him. "This whole kingdom has faith in you."

Though Roman's relieved to hear that, he's not really sure he has faith in himself.

As he trudges back to the castle, Roman finds his body feeling heavy as he flops down in his bed, laying beside his father's sword as if he won't be wielding the blade in less than twenty-four hours. He'll have a woven, golden square, magical, golden broth, and some gold coins from their cellar... but will that be enough? Roman doesn't think so, and he twists and turns in his sheets as he thinks of something else special enough to please a dragon.

He doesn't know much about the creatures - just that they enjoy pretty, sparkling, glimmering things, which often happens to be gold or treasures. What else does Roman have that's shiny and rare?

Roman glances at the blade, and he feels sick. He has an idea, but he's not sure if he likes it.

He slides out of bed, and pushes the sword to the foot of his mattress. He then fishes out a small dagger from his dresser, and holds it so tight his knuckles go white as he heads to Remus's room.

The room is empty of life, but that's not a surprise; it has been since Remus's elopement. But all of his items that he left behind are untouched, and covered in a thin layer of dust.

Roman almost feels somewhat devious digging through a room that's not his. Though he's not entirely confident Remus is still alive, it still feels like he is, and as a result Roman feels like he's snooping. He knows that if Remus was still around, he wouldn't care about Roman looking around his room (he was very open about having nothing to hide, even though there was definitely some stuff Roman would have appreciated if he kept it private), but still. Remus doesn't know he's snooping. But Remus is the only person he knows for sure would have what he needs.

He digs through Remus's nightstand, dresser, and closet, before eventually reaching beneath Remus's bed where he finds a small box. As soon as it's opened, Roman knows he's found what he's been searching for.

There's a variety of items inside. String, beads, and a bunch of animal teeth and bones that have Roman cringing in disgust as he reaches past them. It's what they're stacked on top of that he needs, and eventually he's able to grab it.

It's a small, glass vial with a cork pushed securely in the top. The container itself is empty, but it won't be for long. It's about half the size of Roman's pointer finger, and barely as thick.

Roman then pushes the box back under Remus's bed, and combs his fingers quickly through his hair, plucking out a handful of golden strands from his head. Once he's gathered a decent amount, he lays the handful in his lap, and picks up his dagger instead.

He uses his teeth to pull the cork from the bottle, and then sets that securely on his thighs too. His hands tremble once he has everything together, and briefly debates giving up on what he was planning to do. Surely a golden cloth, some golden broth, and some coins would be plenty... right? But Roman's not sure of that, and he feels he needs to be since his safety and the future security of his kingdom is at stake. So, he sucks in a sharp breath and presses the dagger to the tip of his pointer finger, drawing blood from his flesh with the pointy blade.

The moment he spots a thick drop of shining, golden liquid forming, he's quick to grab the glass vial and hold it close to his finger, careful to make sure no blood is wasted. The singular drop fills half the bottle, and a second bead that Roman squeezes out tops it off. Roman even has to tip the glass to pour the tiniest amount out in order to be able to get the cork in! Nausea eats at him the entire time, but as soon as the vial is filled and closed, Roman lets out a small sigh of relief.

He twists the bottle in his hands, and smiles slightly as he looks at it. A benefit of his blood not being red is that it made him less queasy to look at it, even if he still didn't like it. But it looked pretty, and that's what mattered.

With the hair he'd pulled out of his head, Roman craftily braids it into a thin but sturdy rope that he then laces around the vial's neck, and ties a loose knot in the back. If the dragon was merely a dragon, then perhaps it could be jewelry for one of its claws. If it was a hybrid, then Roman supposes it could work as a necklace. And having blood from the Kingdom's prince was not something just anyone could say they possess. It's something special. Something rare. Something that gave Roman the smallest bit of hope that there may be peace in the kingdom's future.

With a bit more confidence than he had this morning Roman heads back to his room, and carefully lays his father's blade and the necklace to the side, making sure they'll remain safe through the night.

Later that evening, when the sun sets, Patton sticks true to his word and comes by to drop off two pots of soup. One is a standard squash soup that smells incredible, and the second is contained beneath a pot with a lid. If it has a scent, it's not strong enough to come through the sculpted container. And the pot itself is beautiful. It's carved with intricate floral patterns that have been painted with golden paint and mixed with glitter, so that it looks like it has actual golden accents in the material itself. Roman knows the container isn't that fancy, but it looks fancy, and it was the pot's contents that'd be the real selling point.

"Does it need to be stored in any specific way?" Roman asks, as Patton helps him carry both containers of broth to Roman's room.

Patton shakes his head. "Far as I know that broth is good for a solid year just laying out in the open."

"Wonderful. Thank you, Patton." Roman sets the squash soup on his bed, and Patton sets the golden broth on the floor beside Roman's sword.

Patton pulls Roman into a tight hug. "Of course, kiddo. Hopefully it helps sweeten this encounter, even if just by a bit. I'm looking forward to your safe return, and the story you'll bring with it. And, don't tell Virgil I told you, but he's concerned for you too. He asked me if I'd try and hint that you should go visit him after you come back, so he can be assured nothing happened to you."

Roman smiles, and sighs. "I'll make sure to tell Virgil that he’ll be the first person I seek out upon my return.”

"Good. I'm sure he'll appreciate it."

With that, Patton wishes Roman a good night, and heads out of the castle, leaving Roman alone with his thoughts, and his fears about confronting a beast that could easily tear him to shreds. This sickening anxiety prevents him from getting a good night's sleep, and the next morning Roman's more fearful than ever.

He puts on a brave face as he greets the king that morning, with his father's blade in a sheath at his side, the vial of blood in his pocket, and the pot of golden broth secured tightly with ropes and tucked into a bag Roman wears that's further filled with coins and ingots that should be to the dragon's liking. On his way through the village, Roman stops at Virgil's shop as he'd been planning to, where Virgil is standing tall outside, eight pointed legs rigid with worry.

He has to bend down in order to hand Roman the fabric. It's been woven into a perfectly square cloth, about the size of Roman's face.

"Be careful, your highness," Virgil murmurs. "The last thing this kingdom needs is for both the princes to go missing."

Roman forces himself to smile as he tucks the weaved square safely into his bag. "I will. And your shop will be the first I visit upon my return."

Virgil sighs in relief, and nods his head in thanks, before slowly heading back into his store, leaving Roman alone on his path out of the kingdom. Aside from Patton, Virgil, and the king, nobody else has been made aware of Roman's adventure, and as such hardly anybody pays him any mind outside of politely bowing when he walks by. Even as he gets to the gate, nobody questions his departure. The giant, wooden doors are just opened without a question, leaving Roman facing the forest in front of him. His mother's words echo in his head. It's a dangerous world out there.

But... it was a world Roman had to brave. And so, he does.

His first steps into the woods are uneventful, as Roman's still too close to the kingdom's walls for any dangerous creatures to be waiting. By now, most animals had strayed away from their kingdom, or been hunted thoroughly. Any meat was good meat, and the animals either became that meat or became aware of the dangers that came with lingering near those walls. It's only after Roman heads deeper South that he begins to feel sick.

He isn't animalistic at all - he's not an animal hybrid, of course. Poachers would have no reason to instinctively shoot if coming across him. They wouldn't notice any digitigrade legs, ears, or a tail. But if they ever decided to venture closer, they'd notice Roman's unmistakable golden accents. And his mom had detailed how they'd cut the freckles from his body, yank the hair from his head, and bleed his body dry of its golden blood. Roman begins to shake once the kingdom's walls are no longer in sight, as it really cements his journey as being one he can't back out of. If he chose to just go home now, those who knew of his task would see he still had the items he was supposed to give to the dragon, and he'd be met with immense disappointment or fear. If he abandoned the items and went home claiming he'd given them to the dragon, what was he going to say if the beast ever decided to attack the kingdom on a whim? That it went back on their peace treaty? That it was feeling impulsive? Or would he be forced into admitting he lied?

There was no other choice but to push onward.

He directs himself a bit East as that was where the mountains were supposed to be, and gulps when he sees the tall, towering structures come into view. The mountains were a safe haven for their kingdom; most humans wouldn't risk the trek through them, and so the land out here was almost free of people aside from small farms or villages here and there (that were often run out by hybrids anyway, as most wild hybrids were very territorial). But that journey would be hell for Roman, who wasn't necessarily equipped to climb. He starts to sweat just thinking about having to ascend that steep, tree-covered terraria, and still arrive at the dragon's den before sunset, as he was due home by then.

But fortunately - or unfortunately, in Roman's case - the heavy flap of wings overhead stops him in his tracks, and prevents him from heading into the mountain range, leaving him standing in shock in the clearing he'd entered just moments prior.

Roman nearly passes out when he sees the giant, yellow dragon circling overhead, and he knows it sees him. He stumbles backwards so fast that he trips over himself and falls to the ground as the beast lands in the trees directly in front of him, blocking his access onward.

At first, there's silence, as the forest goes completely still. Roman tries to peer into the thick brush before him, but he spots no sign of the dragon. That is, until, its eyes suddenly come into view, shining intensely even when obscured by dark shadow.

"What's a being like you doing wandering so deep into my part of the woods?" the dragon asks, it's voice coarse as no doubt speaking in such a form was strenuous on the vocal cords.

Despite the intimidating tone, Roman immediately relaxes slightly, as the knowledge that this dragon was a hybrid was somewhat relieving. That at least meant it was probably capable of empathy, and as such would be easier to reason with. As soon as Roman can bring himself to speak, he does, shifting to his knees as he slides his bag off his back and sets it in front of him. "I'm... I'm Prince Roman, from the kingdom Aureus." His voice shakes as he talks, but he forces himself to continue anyway. "I was instructed to meet with... with you. The dragon. I come bearing gifts, and a note asking for a peaceful coexistence between you and my people."

The dragon's intense gaze seems to become less judgemental, and more excited. "Gifts?" it repeats, and Roman's quick to nod.

"Yeah. I... I put together some of my kingdom's finest items in hopes they'd be pleasing."

The dragon steps forward, and Roman's eyes go wide as he sees it. It's huge in size - taller than some of the trees they're surrounded by, and so long that even once it's maneuvered mostly into the clearing most of its tail is still obscured by the flora behind it. It sniffs once at the floor in front of Roman, and then angles its maw directly at Roman's face. Then, slowly, the dragon begins to shift.

Its body recedes into itself, scales slowly shrinking and morphing into a creature more familiar to Roman - one of a hybrid.

The dragon keeps its digitigrade legs, with clawed feet, and similarly clawed hands. The tail that was swaying behind it also shrinks, but still flickers side to side, and still reaches the floor with its length. And the impressive wingspan that had kept such a massive being in the air had shifted as well, though they were still large and could easily allow the hybrid to take flight at a moments notice. Sharp horns remain atop the hybrid's head, creating an air of danger around him. And yet the way he stands exudes no aggression - just confidence.

But it's the dragon hybrid's face that takes Roman's breath away, as this hybrid was unbelievably... beautiful. With tough, yellow scales decorating his cheeks and traveling down his neck and arms. Roman can only imagine the scales further lining the hybrid's chest and legs, but such areas were obscured by fabric woven with fine silk that shines in the sun.

Before Roman can speak, the hybrid does, taking Roman's face in his hands.

"You don't look to be an animal hybrid," the dragon says, as his sharp nails caress Roman's jaw. "But you are awfully pretty. Too pretty to be a human. Is that gold in your hair? And on your face?"

Roman flushes, his cheeks going a deep yellow. "Yeah," he answers. "My family are all gold hybrids. Well, not all of us. My mom's human, and my grandmother was silver, but-"

The dragon presses his thumb over Roman's mouth, silencing him. "So you're partially made of gold. How fascinating. Never have I come across a hybrid as mystifying as you, nor one as gorgeous." He strokes Roman's cheek, rubbing the pad of his thumb over Roman's sparkling freckles. "Coming to meet me during sunrise was quite the sly play; did you already know that the sun would catch your face just right, and make you sparkle even more?"

Roman exhales a shaky breath. "No. I didn't plan to be devious or anything."

"Hm." The dragon crouches down, and then lands on his knees in front of Roman. "Well, you sure do look stunning. And you've put me in a good mood. What gifts do you have to offer me, sweet thing?"

Roman clumsily fumbles with his bag as soon as the question is asked, pulling out the variety of contents within it. The first thing he hands the dragon are all the golden coins. "These are some of the riches from my kingdom," he says, as he lays the coins in the dirt.

"I assume it's hardly a fraction of what you have in total?"

Swallowing a mouthful of spit, Roman nods. "Yeah. I'm sorry." He grabs the woven cloth next, which he nervously extends out. "This is a square woven completely of gold strands."

The dragon smiles as he holds it. "The texture is quite pleasant, but the visuals are truly breathtaking. Look at how it shines in the sun." He holds the cloth up in the sky, and maneuvers it back and forth, causing it to glimmer. "Where did you find such fine gold to make a fine piece of fabric?"

"It... it came from my hair."

Eyebrows rising in surprise, the dragon sets the golden fabric to the side and leans forward, where Roman's head is then tilted forward. "My, my," the dragon breathes, "you do have golden strands in your hair. How wonderful."

As soon as he's released, Roman's handing the pot over. He watches as the dragon slices through the ropes with an easy flick of his wrists, sending his sharp nail through the thick material like it's nothing, before pulling the lid from the pot. He bends down to smell it, and then swirls it with his pinkie. As he sucks his finger dry, he smiles. "Golden broth," he says. "What a delicacy. I haven't had a fine bowl of it since I was an infant."

"It's supposed to have healing properties. And last for about a year, so no rush to drink it all at once or anything."

The dragon chuckles at him, and puts the lid back on the pot, before tucking his hands in his lap, as though expecting something else.

Roman gulps as he fishes the final item from his pocket - the small glass bottle.

He's incredibly nervous as he hands it over, and watches the dragon inspect it thoroughly. Its size when compared to the other two items was unimpressive, but its contents were the purest gold that could ever be harvested, permanently in liquid form.

"What's this?" the dragon asks, completely captivated.

Roman instinctively presses the scab on his finger from where he'd bled the night before. "It's a vial of my blood," Roman clarifies, his voice barely a whisper. "My very veins pump gold through my body, and I figured only a creature like you should be given something so pure. I hope you don't think it's weird, or find it insulting, or-"

Again, the dragon silences him with a hand clamping over his mouth. His eyes stay fixed on the bottle as he inquires "you said your name was Roman, correct?"

Nodding, Roman answers. "Yes. And- and you are?"

"Janus." With skilled fingers, Janus easily undoes the knot at the back of the necklace, and brings the string to his neck. He then reties the rope around his neck, effectively wearing Roman's blood as a prized necklace. Then, he stands, and reaches towards Roman, pulling him up too. "As you've already guessed, I do like pretty things, and the gifts you've given me are spectacular. But none of them compare to you, you gorgeous thing. And I'd be a fool to let a treasure as special as yourself go back to that cramped village. As royal as you are, I can guarantee the life you live there will not suit the standards of a life someone like you should be living. You'd be better pampered with me." Janus's wings unfurl, and Roman watches as he slowly morphs back into the giant dragon that had startled him moments before. His long neck bends so that he's near Roman as he declares "trust me, Prince, I'm quite good at taking care of my things."

Roman can't help screaming as Janus's sharp teeth near his body. His hands fumble with his sword, but all his flailing manages to do is unclip the sheath at his side, causing his blade to fall onto the ground. Roman's lifted by the collar of his shirt before he can try and grab it, and just as he fears Janus is going to chow down on him, he ends up carefully navigated to be firmly yet painlessly pressed between Janus's teeth. Janus's claws work to gather all of the items Roman had given him into Roman's dejected bag, and carries the small satchel with just one claw. Then, his wings flap, and he takes to the air, leaving Roman feeling breathless at how quick his life is being thrown one way and the next.

Though he's halfway in Janus’s mouth, Roman doesn't feel Janus's tongue touch him once. All he feels is Janus's hot breath as it washes over him with each exhale. And being held so steady allows Roman to actually look around and appreciate the view once he no longer feels like he wants to throw up. It's actually quite... pretty.

He can tell he's being carried up the mountain, but it's only when Janus finally lands that Roman realizes just how high up Janus's den is. As he's carefully carried inside the large opening of the cave, Roman can't help but feel a bit thankful he didn't have to scale the landscape himself.

Roman tries to look around Janus's... space as he's brought further in, but he barely gets the chance before he's being gently set down.

Janus morphs again, back to his hybrid form, and then immediately bends over Roman, causing Roman to sink deeper into the mound he's in. "Comfortable?" Janus asks, in a manner that sounds sarcastic but is clearly his attempt at being genuine. He opens Roman's bag and fetches the coins in order to dump them next to Roman, alerting Roman to the fact he's sitting atop a pile of gold. And not just gold; there are jewels of all cuts, shapes, and sizes, jewelry, silky fabrics - in this hoard is everything a royal could ever want, and apparently everything a dragon could ever want too. "You're sitting amongst your kind."

Roman shifts awkwardly, and winces when he feels a sharp poke in his back. He lifts his body slightly, and pulls the object out, revealing it to be a small, golden tiara, with a ruby jewel in the center of it. Janus takes it from his hands. "Uh..." Roman nervously starts, before shrugging, "I guess I could get comfortable. It's a bunch of rather shapely items though, which don't feel that great against my skin. It'll be fine for the few hours I stay, I suppose."

"Few hours?" Janus echoes, before shaking his head. "No, no, no, my treasure, you're staying forever. You're part of my hoard."

Despite Janus's words bringing a flush to Roman's face, Roman still objects. "I can't stay here; I have people back home expecting me."

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder," Janus quotes towards him, though he doesn't seem to truly believe his words. "Perhaps I'll accompany you back once or twice so your kingdom doesn't get any funny ideas about sending troops to their death, but I can't just part with such a pretty thing. You'd be essentially demanding I cut my own heart from my chest if you asked to leave." Janus breathes on the ruby pressed into the tiara, and uses his shirt to wipe it clean, before very gently tucking the crown against Roman's head. "I'll treat you like royalty," he insists, as he tilts Roman's chin up so that they're face to face. Janus's warm breath fans over Roman's parted lips. "Anything you want, I shall fetch it. Anything you need, I will guarantee you don't go without. All I ask is that you act like the treasure you are and simply sit pretty for me to admire."

"I..." Roman finds his complaints dying in his throat as Janus's sharp nails trace his face with such gentle adoration that Roman can barely breath. And what's even more intense than that is how Janus's petting doesn't stop at Roman's face. It further traverses Roman's body, running over his front and dipping down to the edge of his shirt.

"Your face looks like it's been kissed by the gods," Janus murmurs, "with golden speckles shining each time you smile. Tell me, Prince, is the rest of your body decorated with such freckles?"

Roman nods slowly. "Yes."

Janus's eyes go wide, and he has to look away to curse under his breath. "If that's the case, you mustn't hide such beauty. Especially not from me. Let me help you change into something that'll accentuate your beauty."

He turns from Roman and crawls on top of the pile, reaching down in a specific spot in order to pull out certain items that he seemed to have already been thinking about. Before Roman knows it, his lap is filled with rings, necklaces, and bracelets, all sparkling gold. They're accented with a variety of gems - from sapphires to emeralds to diamonds - and Roman can't help but stare in awe.

"These are the only things you should be wearing," Janus says, as he shuffles behind Roman. His touch is expected at this point, as his hands run down the length of Roman's shoulders, "not these horrid, itchy fabrics that are keeping you constrained."

"But I'm not wearing cheap fabric," Roman immediately argues, shoulders tensing. He curls slightly away from Janus's touch, which has Janus letting out a bitter hiss. "My robes are woven with the finest fabrics."

"The ones you're currently wearing?" Janus pinches at Roman's shirt, and then pulls, easily ripping a chunk of the cloth out. Roman's left staring as Janus closely inspects the threads, before frowning and tossing it aside. "Sure, it's decent. But it's not the best. Not befitting of royalty."

Roman's eyes narrow. "Well, what fabrics do you possess that are better?"

Janus's eyes gleam. "For one, I have that soft cloth woven from your hair. That might be the most delicate thing I own. But I also have a few garments strung from drider silk that feel like clouds are hugging your skin."

A bit more interested, Roman pinches his tattered shirt. "Some of my clothes were made by our kingdom's drider."

"Ah, so you should understand the quality discrepancy. If you have clothes made by such experienced hands, then why aren't you wearing it?"

Roman points towards the torn piece of shirt Janus had let drift carelessly to the ground. "If a fight ensued, I didn't want to lose some of my favourite outfits. And considering you're trying to rip the fabric from my body, I'd say I made quite a good decision."

Chuckling, Janus dips his claw into the hole he'd made and further rips it open, easily slicing through Roman's shirt with just the slightest bit of pressure. Though Roman gulps as he watches Janus's nail come close to his skin, he's not scratched in the slightest. And soon enough what's left of his shirt is being sweetly pulled away from his body, with Janus touching his bare chest shortly thereafter.

"Why, not only are you glimmering with gold, but you're also quite strong. Forgive my surprise, but I didn't expect a prize like you to continue blowing me away with your quality!" Janus's hands slide up Roman's abs, and to his pecs, where he squeezes firmly without care, causing Roman to quickly bring his knuckles to his mouth in an attempt to muffle the surprised moan that's ripped from his lips. Though the sound is embarrassing, Janus doesn't address it, and instead thumbs over the many patches of golden freckles that are scattered across Roman's body. "So much surface area to allow for so many spots," Janus sighs, happily. "Flex for me, if you would grant me the honor. I want to see how your freckles warp to fit your muscles."

Roman's hesitation is brief, but soon enough he finds himself raising his arms and flexing, holding the strenuous position long enough for Janus's eager eyes to flicker over every part of him. Janus's hands move just as fast, starting by hovering over Roman's nipples to caressing his biceps, and then settling back against Roman's core.

Then, without saying a word, Janus's hands move further down Roman's body, where Roman finds his pants and underwear being swiftly tugged to his ankles, leaving his bare bottom against the golden coins beneath him.

"Hey!" Roman exclaims, rushing to close his thighs and slide his hands between them for extra protection, "I was wearing those!"

"Not anymore," Janus coos. "The more of you on display, the better. And while you do look lovely in white, I think you'd look much better in a bit more gold." He grabs one of the necklaces from Roman's lap, this one being a shining pendant. The golden chain it's on is thin, but the jewel itself is heavy, and as Janus slides it around Roman's head Roman can already feel the weight it puts on his neck.

Once it's on, Janus steps back onto the ground and sighs. "You look positively endearing," he murmurs, "but let's get you fully dolled up."

The next few minutes are spent with Janus carefully tying, fastening, and clamping a variety of different jewels to Roman's body. His neck is burdened with at least four more necklaces, designed with textures so intricate Roman couldn't imagine how focused the jeweler must have been to mold it all flawlessly. Most of the necklaces are dangling and hang down to Roman's navel, with a few shorter ones keeping his collarbones company. The last one he's dressed with is a golden choker, that's skin tight. The pressure initially makes Roman dizzy, but after it's set Roman finds he quite likes the way it feels.

His wrists are weighed down by the amount of bracelets and bangles that Janus shoves on them. Some can easily be slipped over Roman's calloused hands - though the wider openings quickly tighten as the bands are guided all the way up Roman's arm, where they're fitted near his shoulder - while others have to be manually opened and shut around Roman's wrists. Thin bracelets contrast beautifully against thicker ones, with some having more diamonds than gold on them.

As Janus bends down, and begins working similar bands around Roman's legs, Roman asks "where'd you get all this stuff?" which is a question that has Janus glancing up at him mischievously.

"Some of it came from offerings," Janus explains, as two thick golden bands are tightly fixed to Roman's upper thighs. Their firmness causes the fat on Roman's legs to bulge in a way that has Janus staring. "Believe it or not, you're not the only one foolish enough to ascend to the dragon's den looking for a favor."

Roman frowns. "It was not foolish; it was brave. And I wasn't looking for a favor; I was looking out for my kingdom and my people, and their safety."

"Right, yes." Janus rolls his eyes, and clears his throat. "Anyway, plenty who spot me hunting decide they should try and win my favor through expensive gifts and sparkling blessings. Between you and I, I only have some desire to ravage and rampage. The urge to destroy isn't strong enough to necessitate being continuously bothered, but so long as my hoard grows, I suppose I don't mind." Janus kneels in order to begin adorning Roman's feet with anklets. "Though, perhaps the reason I'm not as vicious as my brethren is because I'm so frequently spoiled. Hm." He hums as he stands again, and fetches a pile of rings he'd left in Roman's lap.

Janus slides ring upon ring onto Roman's toes, and then even more rings on Roman's fingers. When he's done, he's left with one ring remaining, though it looks a bit too big for Roman's fingers, and a bit too small to be a bracelet of some sort.

"How do you feel?" Janus asks, as he spins the jewelry with his pointer. "Better now that way more of you is on display?"

Roman lifts the heavy pendant, and examines his reflection in the sharply cut ruby. "Admittedly I'm surprised you prefer this. I feel like this obscures just as much of my skin as my clothing did."

"Nonsense. Step down from my hoard, my treasure, and I'll show you just how gorgeous you look."

Slowly, Roman eases himself down from the pile of coins and treasures, nearly tripping and landing on his face once or twice as he struggles to slide down the gold, before he stumbles into Janus's arms. Janus grabs him and holds him steady, and directs Roman's attention towards a large mirror just a few steps away from his treasures. The edges are jagged, as if it came from blowing on sand itself instead of shaping and melting it tediously. Somehow the warped edges make it look hauntingly stunning. But what Roman was mostly drawn to was the way his body seemed to shine as he twists back and forth.

Each small movement has light positively radiating off of him - from the tiara on his head, to the streaks in his hair, to the jewels on his body, and the freckles dotting his skin.

"Woah..." Roman breathes. "How am I glowing like this...? This doesn't feel... natural."

"It's completely natural," Janus counters, before pointing up towards the roof of his den. Poked into the hard stone ceiling were small holes, drilled carefully through layer after layer of mountain solely to allow sunlight to pour inside. The holes were small enough that the light was never excessive, but with streams so thin they hit Roman in ways he didn't know the sun could hit him, and made him look all the more beautiful, especially while standing in an otherwise dim cave. "All my treasures shine, but you seem to shine the brightest. It's so... hypnotizing just watching you do anything."

Roman flushes dark red at Janus's words as he inspects himself in the mirror a bit more, before he catches sight of his cock, which is limp between his legs. Being so bluntly reminded of his nudity has Roman being hit with a fresh wave of embarrassment, and he's quick to press his thighs together once again to spare his dignity.

"Ah, yes," Janus muses, as he wraps his arms around Roman's body. He presses his head against Roman's side as his hands happily slide down Roman's pelvis. One is still handing the golden band. "I'm sure you've noticed how... empty that area looks. I could potentially fashion you a belt, but I'm not much of a jeweler. I do have something that might spruce up that area, though. And it looks like it'll fit just right."

Janus takes Roman's cock in one hand, and presses the cool item to the tip.

"What is it?" Roman asks, his voice barely above a whisper and coming out in a shuddering breath.

"A ring," Janus vaguely answers. "One made for the prettiest cock. Tell me if it hurts, Prince; you can do that for me, can't you?"

"Will it hurt?"

Janus's lips grace Roman's ribs in a gentle, soothing kiss, that has Roman so hot steam might as well be pouring from his ears. "It shouldn't," Janus assures him, "this is just a precaution. The last thing I'd want is to injure my new prize. I just hate breaking my things... but I do like playing with them. Though, I'm sure you'll quickly come to realize that on your own."

With Janus's words sinking in enough for Roman to cover his face in fluster, he makes a small noise to try and respond. "Okay," he mumbles, voice timid against his palms.

Seemingly pleased with Roman's acceptance, Janus kisses his waist as though giving affection to a beloved animal, before slowly beginning to push the ring down Roman's shaft. It's tight, but not uncomfortably so. More so just a constant bit of pressure that'd be impossible to ignore, especially since Roman's cock begins to swell with arousal at all the attention he's getting.

"Sorry," Roman immediately squeaks. He feels humiliated as he watches his cock harden in the mirror before him. "I'm not trying- I don't- it's not my intention to be so perverse."

Janus chuckles under his breath, but not in a way that worsens Roman's shame. He just seems... genuinely amused. "Sweet thing, there's no need to be so ashamed! It makes sense a treasure such as yourself would enjoy being all dressed up and worshipped like you should have been all along. And with a body like yours? I'm surprised you didn't work yourself up the moment you stood before my mirror. Admittedly, I've been worked up since I saw you glowing in that clearing."

Roman's head whips towards Janus, who uses the momentary distraction to quickly push the cock ring all the way down Roman's length, where it sits prettily at the base of his cock. As Roman looks back towards it, he has to cover his mouth to stifle a whimper.

"There are some kingdoms and villages that use rings like these as torture devices," Janus then says, as he drags his pointer down the underside of Roman's shaft, starting at the ring and then sliding to his tip, where the pad of Janus's finger pets Roman's slit. "They're supposed to allow people to build their pleasure up, up, up, but prevent them from ever receiving relief. They'll be stuck right on the edge of bliss, unable to seize it."

With a bit more fear in his eyes, Roman glances down at the ring. "Are you intending to torture me?" he asks, a mixture of shocked and betrayed. Janus laughs outright at him.

"No, silly! If that was what I wanted, then I would have found a ring much tighter. This one is purely decorative." Janus twirls his finger around Roman's cock, following the smooth ring in its constant circle, before finally stepping away and pulling Roman with him. "Now go sit back on my pile, where you belong. You must be mighty hungry after your... adventure, and I'd be an awful owner if I didn't take good care of my possessions."

Roman doesn't know why, but he listens without questioning Janus's instructions, moving back to the pile of coins as Janus himself disappears down one of the side caves connected to his main den. In the short window of time he has without being touched or dressed, Roman works to carve himself out an actually comfortable place to sit, fetching some of the fine silks Janus has strewn about his hoard and laying them in the divot of coins he'd scooped out. Once a few layers of fabric have been laid down, Roman gets himself settled atop them, and finds it’s incredibly cozy. Janus was right to insult the clothes Roman was dressed in before; these woven cloths were far better in terms of texture and quality.

Janus comes back shortly thereafter holding flatware that seems to be sculpted from the purest of marble, with juicy, sizzling meat laying atop it.

"It's seasoned with finely ground herbs and spices that were recently bestowed upon me by nearby farmers," Janus explains. "I think they were worried I'd feast upon their cattle. And this meat has been roasted by yours truly; it's been flambéed to perfection." He lifts a sharp utensil, seemingly carved from bone, and stabs it into the meat. It tears effortlessly with just the slightest pull. Roman can't help but drool at how delicious it smells, and how tender it looks.

Janus raises the food to Roman's lips with a simple urgence of "open up," and he does.

He lets Janus push the bite into his mouth, where he immediately finds his eyes fluttering shut and a moan of delight reverberating around his chewing mouth. The meat is soft as he chews it, and it tastes heavenly; it's somehow even better prepared than the fancily dressed and basted turkeys or steaks his royal chefs would whip up! And this was done with just some fire and a few seasonings?

"It's... delicious," Roman breathes, making Janus smile.

"I'm glad. Only the best for a being like you." Another bite is pushing its way past Roman's teeth, and Roman's quick to chew and savor it, eagerly sucking down the plentiful juices that squirt from the meat and bless his tongue. "I have plenty to feed you. Freshly grown fruits and veggies grow wildly all around here. And I've made friends with a few hybrids in these woods that are more than willing to share their hunts in exchange for protection or a favor every here and there. So this is freshly slaughtered."

As Roman swallows the piece he's working on, he asks "do you keep a lot stored?"

Janus shrugs, and tears off another bit of food in preparation. "Not often. I can eat meat raw, which means there's really no reason to store it unless I'm stocking up for winter. When I feel particularly lazy I'll keep a few pieces around, salted and hung to preserve it. You just so happened to arrive during one of these instances, and I'm more than pleased to be sharing my stockpile with such a beauty. Now keep eating."

Bite after bite of the succulent meat fills Roman's stomach. Just half of the large chunk of food is more than enough to have Roman feeling full, but Janus doesn't seem too interested in slowing down his feeding.

It takes Roman physically turning his head to the side for Janus to pause. "I'm full," Roman whines, "you cooked quite a lot."

"A lot?" Janus echoes, incredulously. "This is hardly an entire meal! In fact, I'd argue this is an appetizer! Are you sure your kingdom treats you well? You shouldn't be this underfed!" He pokes at Roman's stomach. "I suppose you don't look underfed, but you should be able to stomach a lot more. You should be so full that moving becomes a lethargic chore."

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're just trying to prevent me from being able to leave."

Smiling prettily, Janus playfully responds "oh no, you've figured out my ploy," before bringing another bite of meat to Roman's lips. "Genuinely, though, you should eat a bit more. You can stomach another bite or two, right? A big, brave, strong prince like yourself surely won't be bested by his appetite, yeah?"

Though Roman's countenance flashes with momentary concern, he soon looks more determined than ever. "I suppose not," he answers. "It'd be rather rude of me to waste what you've made, anyway. I was raised better than that."

"You're gorgeous and polite. What a package," Janus sighs happily. And then Roman's biting the piece of meat from Janus's utensil.

He chews slowly, his stomach grumbling in relentment as the food is swallowed down. His feeling of fullness is amplified by the small bite, but still he obediently opens his mouth in preparation for another, much to Janus's delight.

The next bite is the juiciest Roman's bitten into thus far, and it causes some of the meat purge to spill from Roman's mouth. Drops pool in the corner of his lips, and then slide down his jaw. Janus's eyes are fixated on the pinkish liquid as it rolls down Roman's chin. Though the mess is hardly erotic, Janus can't help but find it so, and Roman's left red in the face as Janus leans close to him and holds Roman's face still by cupping his cheek, before bending to his chin and kissing where the juice had formed into a heavy droplet, just moments away from falling onto Roman's thighs. Roman's left flustered as he feels Janus's tongue slide over his chin, and then up until it reaches his lips, which are swiped over fleetingly before Janus pulls away.

"Hm," Janus hums, "that does taste quite good. Perhaps I should start cooking more for myself more often, instead of lazily deciding to feast on my food while it's raw. It's quite amazing the difference a little bit of fire can make."

Roman's hardly listening, as his fingers come to lightly graze where Janus's tongue had just graced his face. He's ashamed of the way his cock throbs as he thumbs over the spit residue.

Before he can even process what's just happened, he's chewing another bite. More juice spills down his face, and drips to his chest and thighs. The pieces Janus are cutting for him seemingly get bigger and bigger, as if he's purposely making it harder for Roman to chew them, and as such causing more of a mess to drip down Roman's face and onto his body.

Each bit spilled seems to interest Janus more and more. Some of it he licks or kisses from Roman's face, but the rest he lets drip for now.

Little praises come from Janus. Things like "you've eaten so much," and "you're so good at doing what you're told" flood Roman's ears. And Janus's voice is so smooth and pleasing to hear that Roman can't help but melt into the hoard beneath him. His body relaxes as his stomach is filled further and further, until the plate Janus is holding has less than three bites left on it.

"See how much you were able to enjoy after you stopped overthinking it?" Janus coos at him. He sets one hand on Roman's stomach, which he rubs affectionately, before pulling his hand away in order to suck the juices he wiped off from his fingers. "You've almost finished it all! And since you're so close, you might as well just eat the rest, right?"

"Mhm," Roman nods, despite the fact his fingers sink into his own stomach, rubbing it as it aches. Occasionally, his knuckles graze the top of his shaft, and he'll be forced to stifle a whine.

The last few bites are brought to Roman's mouth and consumed slowly, with Roman chewing them until they're flavorless in order to convince himself to swallow. And once they've all been sent to his stomach to digest, Janus sets the plate aside and pushes himself closer to Roman's body. He has to lift himself onto the pile of treasures to be as close as he wants, but once he's there he's acting immediately.

His head dips down, and Roman feels Janus's tongue sliding over his abs. The purpose of Janus's licks is to clean Roman of juices, but the way his lips linger over Roman's core feels a lot more intimate than the actions of simply cleaning should be. And alongside licking, Janus presses light kisses too, focusing his attention on the clusters of golden freckles that decorate Roman's front. He has to lift a necklace or two in order to properly clean every place, but Janus doesn't seem to mind. And Roman doesn't mind either. He willingly leans back, letting his head fall and his legs spread as Janus settles between them, moaning when Janus's mouth teasingly grazes his nipples.

"It feels... it feels..." Roman gasps, but Janus shushes him.

"Let it feel good," Janus murmurs, "you deserve to feel good. And once you're all clean, and full, and satisfied, I will make you feel the best you've ever felt."

Roman lets out a pleasured moan as Janus goes back to licking over his areola, before whimpering as he feels Janus's sharp teeth graze his pec. He doesn't bite, but the sensual threat is present, and it has Roman weakly shifting his hips in an attempt to gain friction. But Janus is too far away to hump against, so his shaft is merely thrusted into open air.

Janus's attention shifts upwards, towards Roman's decorated collarbones and shoulders, where golden speckles are kissed and complimented, and the juice from the meat is licked away. The side of Roman's throat catches Janus's attention in particular, and before Roman knows it he's being bitten, causing him to yelp.

Janus's sharp teeth press into Roman's neck, drawing blood immediately. Janus eagerly sucks it up, and further sucks a dark hickey into Roman's neck. And Roman moans at this, loud and desperately. He tries to say Janus's name, but nothing but sensitive noises come out.

Eventually, Janus pulls away with a satisfying pop. "Look at that," he utters, as he presses his thumb into the forming bruise. "Because your blood is gold, your hickey is like golden flakes forming atop your flesh. If I sucked marks into every inch of you, you'd look as if you were made of the mineral. Though you already sparkle enough for your flesh to be confused with it. And your blood is just so... delicious. Thick, rich, and surprisingly sweet. Who knew gold could taste so tantalizing?"

He brings his body even closer to Roman's, pressing their chests together and urging Roman to lay back against the coins behind him.

Janus's thumb swipes over Roman's chin. "This is the last of the mess," he says, as his other hand reaches between Roman's legs. His fingers curl around Roman's cock, which he strokes slowly. "Once it's cleaned, I'll take good care of you. Do you trust me, my treasure? Trust that I know what's best for my things?"

Briefly, Roman's eyes flicker to the entrance of the cave, before settling back on Janus's engaged form. He's searching Roman's expression for any sign of hesitancy or discomfort, and Roman can tell he's desperate to hear Roman's answer. And so, Roman gives him the solid, honest truth. "Yes," he breathes, his voice confident but needy. "You... you know what's best."

"It's like precious gold drips from your voice as well," Janus sighs, before kissing the underside of Roman's jaw. He nips at a few more places now, squeezing Roman's cock like a reward every time he emits a noise, before finally moving to suck the juices from Roman's chin. Then, he shamelessly moves to kiss Roman's lips, making Roman moan openly as Janus expertly slides their mouths together. Though Roman's never realized it before, he's finding out that his lips are incredibly sensitive, as Janus's rubbing against his own has him squirming wildly beneath the dragon hybrid. Furthermore, his hips arch up into Janus's touch, desperate for more of it. Janus does not speed up, nor does he slow down, as he continues touching Roman at a steady pace while licking the meat from his lips.

When he finally pulls away, Roman chases him, and whines when Janus stops him with a soft chuckle.

"You must stay put," Janus coos, "but fear not, I'm not going far. Just to my nest. There's something I need there, and trust me when I say our playtime will become significantly more fun with it."

Though Roman wants to complain, he's sure Janus is likely telling the truth, and so begrudgingly lets Janus slide away from the pile and disappear again. This time, he's gone for much shorter, and comes back shortly after with a jar filled with a semi-translucent liquid.

"What is that?" Roman asks, as Janus opens it up. Roman sniffs the air, trying to gauge if it has some sort of smell, but nothing reaches his nose.

"It's lubricant," Janus replies. "It'll make sex nice and easy."

Roman's eyes go wide. "Sex?"

Janus can't help but muse at him as he covers his face with his hands. "Of course, sweet thing. You're just so perfect. I want to be as close to you as possible; I want to feel you as much as I can. Every inch of you. Every centimeter. And it'll feel wonderful; I'll make sure you're so overwhelmed with pleasure that you'll hardly be able to think! Treasures don't need to think, after all."

A firm hand on Roman's shoulder keeps him pressed down against the gold beneath him, and Roman's legs are guided apart.

"It might feel strange at first, but most good things are a bit odd initially. You must tell me if anything hurts."

"Again with that," Roman whimpers. "Is it going to hurt?"

Janus lovingly rubs Roman's thigh. "Only if I rush things. But I promise you, I am incredibly patient, and incredibly skilled at what I do. I will never hurt you; you are too valuable for me to even think about breaking." He reaches over Roman, and adjusts the tiara on Roman's head, before pressing a small kiss to the tip of Roman's nose. "But on the off chance I'm too distracted by your beauty to pay attention, I'll need you to redirect me. You know your body better than I do... for now, at least. So I need you to tell me how it feels, when it feels good, and especially when it feels bad."

Trembling with anticipation, Roman slowly nods his head up and down, before letting it lay lax against the riches. "Okay. I can do that."

"Of course you can, my wondrous treasure. Now deep breath in... and out... just relax..."

Roman follows Janus's instructions, but still can't help tensing slightly when he feels two of Janus's slick fingers press against his hole. The idea of Janus's claws going into him makes him nervous, but Janus seems willing to go slow.

"Relax," Janus repeats, "be a good boy and relax."

He tries. He takes in a deep breath, and then another, and then another. He tries not to worry about potentially being cut and focuses instead on how hot his body feels at Janus's fingers just teasing his hole. They don't dare push in just yet, but they do circle, pressing firm a few times but never fully sinking inside, as if Janus is toying with him. Though Janus's expression is one of serenity, and he exudes a calm energy that has Roman melting slightly. It was hard to be so anxious about probabilities when Janus was just so utterly confident in his actions.

"There we go," Janus purrs, as he presses a few kisses to Roman's raised knees. "You're such a good listener. You just keep impressing me, Prince. Keep breathing nice and deep."

As Roman sucks in another breath, Janus finally begins to slide his lubed fingers into Roman's hole. The intrusion is jarring at first, as Roman has never experienced anything like it, but he quickly finds it intriguing as opposed to uncomfortable. It's not entirely pleasant, but it's not painful nor unwanted. And as Janus slowly pushes his digits deeper, it starts to feel quite good.

Roman can't identify what exactly he likes about it; perhaps it's the feeling of something inside of him, or that thing moving, or maybe it's the fact that Janus is touching him like this. Someone he's just met today, who's not only scared him horribly, but who has also spoiled him thoroughly. Roman's known him less than a full day, and yet his stomach is full, his heart is beating fast, and his head feels like it's filled with thick, sticky honey that seeps into his thoughts and reminds him just how great being in Janus's den is. He's been praised, pampered, dressed in jewels, and worshipped in ways even a king wouldn't be worshipped. Janus was treating him like a god.

He clenches around Janus's fingers without thinking when Janus tries to pull them out, making Janus laugh softly. "I have to add a third," Janus sweetly says. "And a fourth, to be safe. Not to scare you, or anything, but I don't possess traditional genitalia. Not that I'd overwhelm you with too much too soon, but considering you'll likely be staying for a while, making sure you're properly stretched and loose in general is an eventual goal of mine."

Lifting his chest slightly, Roman struggles to keep his head upright when all he really wants to do is stay laying against the gold. "What do you mean?" he asks, before his eyes flicker down to between Janus's legs, where there's a noticeable bulge. "About not having a traditional... cock."

"Well, for starters, it's not cock; it's cocks. Plural."

"Multiple!? How many!?"

"Just two." Janus lowers a third finger into Roman's hole, spreading his fingers apart before pressing them together, and repeating that until he's confident enough to add a fourth. "I don't expect you to handle both of them at once, at least for now. I'm sure I can eventually ease you into that, though, and soon enough you'll be properly bred by me."

Licking his lips, Roman quietly repeats "two," as that's double what he has! His eyes stay fixed on Janus's groin, which eventually has Janus urging him to lay back down.

"You'll see them soon enough," Janus says, promising to satisfy Roman's curiosity. "But for now, you needn't strain your neck to catch a peek. You must relax. Enjoy what I'm giving you, and relish in the expectation of getting even more soon enough." Janus's four claws scissor Roman's hole open wide. His inner walls are coated with slick lube, which has Janus looking more than pleased. "I'm sure this feels good, but you want to feel better. I'll make you feel better, my treasure; I'll never let you experience a subpar day again."

He slips his fingers from Roman's hole again, and again Roman's noises of complaint follow suit.

Janus rubs Roman's thigh with one hand as his pants are slipped down with the other, and soft assurances are spoken into the air in regards to Roman's impatience. But it isn't until Janus is scooting forward and holding two cocks with one hand that Roman properly shuts up, and stares openly.

"Oh..." Roman breathes, "you weren't kidding."

"I was not." Janus's hand slides up and down his shafts, smearing lube over both of them. Roman's entranced at how Janus's fingers quickly slicken up his lengths.

"Why are you lubing them both up if only one's going to go inside of me?" he asks, though he's not worried that Janus is going back on his word. His genuine confusion is laced with an undertone of eagerness, as if he wouldn't complain if he were to be double penetrated.

Janus smiles at him, and pinches Roman's thigh - just above the golden band causing it to bulge - affectionately. "I wanted my second one to feel good rubbing against yours. Dry friction isn't bad, and it wouldn't stay dry with the pre that'll no doubt leak between us, but I figured I'd hasten the process a bit to guarantee every step of this felt nice."

As he adjusts his position so that Roman's legs wrap around his waist and so that his cocks are laying against Roman's pelvis, Roman can't help but moan in anticipation. Janus seems pleased with his excitement, and so grabs his lower cock and begins to press it against Roman's hole, which slips open easily around the shaft.

"Good boy," Janus praises, "you're doing so perfectly, my treasure. You sound so beautiful."

Roman's fingers sink into the coins beneath him, pressing against cold jewels and gifts buried beneath the outer layer. He grabs a few just to hold onto something as he's slowly filled with one of Janus's cocks. Janus himself can't hide his own enjoyment as he brings their bodies closer. His eyes flicker shut, and his sharp, carnivorous teeth sink into his bottom lip. And with them so close, Roman moans again as Janus's remaining cock rubs against his with ease, slicked by the lube that Janus had the foresight to apply. With their shafts together, Roman has a moment to compare them. Janus's was slightly bigger than his in both length and girth, with scales that line the base but go no further past that. Then Janus pushes his hips so that his and Roman’s bodies are flush, and fully settles his weight onto Roman, trapping their cocks together.

"See how easily you took me in?" Janus asks him, stroking the hair that's slick against Roman's forehead with sweat away from his face, to fully appreciate his beauty. "That's because gold itself was made by the Earth for dragons like me. You were made for me. You were meant for me. We fit together wonderfully; you can't act like you don't feel the connection. That warm, pulsating connection."

Roman does feel it. The way Janus looks at him, talks to him, treats him... it all feels right.

In the sense that whenever Roman was being offered gifts by his people it felt right. And whenever he hosted large banquets in which he was blessed with wondrous food felt right. And when he was serving his people... that felt right.

And right now, he's being given plenty by Janus. Fed by Janus. Serving this dragon hybrid who's just as entranced with Roman as he is all the other gold in his pile. Except it's not comparable at all.

"I don't know how I'm ever supposed to let you out of my sight," Janus murmurs, as his lips press against the corner of Roman's mouth. Now that he's pushed fully in, he stays there, letting Roman get used to feeling full. "All I want to do is stare at you and admire you and appreciate you similar to the many riches I spend most of my day with. But I need to spend all of my days with you. All of my time." He moves closer to Roman's lips, kissing his bottom lip gently, before kissing him properly. It's an action Roman moans into openly, trying to roll his hips up into Janus's body, which causes them both to break away gasping. Both of Janus's hands grab Roman's face, petting over his cheeks. "A prince..." he sighs, "a prize more like. My prize. My prince. My Roman."

Roman raises one of his hands from the pile and wraps it around Janus's back, his hand landing atop Janus's furled wings, which twitch at his touch but do nothing more.

It makes sense a dragon hybrid would be just as possessive as typical dragon's are said to be, and Roman can already tell he's being cemented as a solid part of Janus's hoard. His favourite part, even. The jewels and cloths that line the top of the pile clearly have more significance than the stuff not even visible beneath it, and Roman was set at the very top, in the very center. Janus's intentions are clear, and they've been clear, and Roman's more than happy to indulge. After all, this attention feels leagues better than any sort of attention he was getting before. This isn't fake or done out of formality. This is animalistic desire pouring out in desperation poorly masked with a thin layer of composed charm that's threatening to break any moment. Janus is going to break any moment. And Roman may as well break with him.

"Please," Roman whimpers, his voice quaking with desperation. "Please, I can't... I need..."

And he doesn't need to say any more than that for Janus to understand.

With another kiss being planted to Roman's lips, Janus starts his movements. He's slow and cautious with his thrusts initially, sliding only halfway out so he and Roman aren't pulled too far apart. But even half of his length moving in and out of Roman is enough for Roman's head to fall back against the coins. The jewelry he's wearing clatters noisily as his back arches off the pile and his body trembles. And he moans loud and shamelessly, which has Janus kissing him again, and again, and again.

The movement inside of him feels so good, and Janus's other cock still rubbing against his only amplifies that pleasure.

He can feel himself leaking pre. He feels it drip against his abs, and feels it roll down his shaft, where it both mixes with the lube covering Janus's length and is rubbed into the slick mess between them.

And then Janus starts to get a bit faster. He pulls his hips a bit farther, and pushes back in harder. It's a small change, but by no means a subtle one, as that slight difference has Roman squirming with excited pleasure. Constant moans fall from his open mouth, with Janus switching between pushing his own noises down Roman's throat and uttering praises that fill Roman's head.

"Janus, I... I..."

Janus curses under his breath. "My name sounds so good on your lips, my treasure. Say it again. Please, say it again."

"Janus," Roman cries, as Janus's hips instinctively buck harder, making Roman jolt. "Janus, please!"

And so Janus speeds up further. He pulls out so far that only his tip remains in Roman before thrusting back in, which just so happens to cause him to hit Roman's prostate, which has Roman gasping and moaning louder than ever.

His noises of pleasure reverberate around the glowing cave, with nonstop sounds pouring from him as Janus immediately focuses that spot over and over. Roman doesn't even need him to ask for him to hit it again; Janus just does. He knows what he struck, and he struck gold.

"You sound so pretty," Janus groans, "so, so gorgeous. How does your kingdom function without you around? How do they function with you around? I'd waste hundreds of days thinking about you - longing for you - if you weren't with me. And yet when you are, it's hard to pay attention to anything but you. Aren't they filled with the urge to worship you? To kiss your golden freckles and pet your silky hair?"

"Not like you are," Roman moans out in reply.

Janus smiles, and sets his hand on Roman's full stomach, rubbing it. It was now filled with two things; Janus's cock, and the meat he'd scarfed down earlier. As Janus presses down on it, Roman whines, and so Janus eases up his pressure. "Not a single soul in your kingdom, nor a single soul in these woods could ever come close to having even a fraction of the adoration I have towards you. Perhaps another dragon could understand your value and agree that you're priceless, but I'd never let another dragon have you. You're my treasure."

Roman's head slowly nods up and down. "Yes," he agrees, "yes, yes, yes."

His volume builds as he keeps repeating this affirmation, entering an unsteady crescendo that builds with each thrust to his prostate. Until his nails are digging sharp into Janus's wings, making Janus's claws press hard into Roman's body in turn.

It's an overwhelming feeling that has Roman's vision spotting with ecstasy as heat swells in his abdomen, flooding his body with such an intense warmth that sweat drips from him in glistening beads. Janus kisses a few drops away, and then further kisses Roman's golden patches as he continues pleasing Roman up to and through his inevitable orgasm.

Roman's mouth opens as though a loud cry should spill out, but no sound properly comes, as instead silence is all Janus receives, with Roman feeling too good to even express. Janus tries to keep a steady pace to help Roman fully enjoy the entirety of his climax, but finds himself getting sloppy and slowing once he notices something odd about Roman's come. It's... golden.

It looks almost unnervingly similar to Roman's blood, with the only difference being Roman's blood is a dark, rich gold. His semen however is a brighter gold, that looks like it's completely packed with glitter. Roman looks a bit surprised as he sees it streaked across his chest, but eventually just whimpers and lowers his head back down, panting as he eases his grip on Janus's wings. Janus, meanwhile, finds himself captivated, and can't help sliding his fingers through the mess and rubbing the golden consistency between his fingers.

"Wow..." Janus murmurs, "so pretty," before he meets Roman's eyes and says "surely you've got one more orgasm in you for me, right? You'll let me bring you to this wonderful, exciting peak a second time, won't you?"

Roman whines, but nods. "Yes," he croaks, "it felt... it felt... so amazing..."

"Then let me make you feel spectacular."

Janus resumes his movements, going fast and hard while bending over Roman to bite at his collarbone around his many necklaces. Roman's left whimpering and reeling with overstimulation as his limp cock twitches and hardens once more due to the mixture of prostate stimulation and friction from Janus's own shaft. He writhes beneath Janus, and his hips weakly buck upwards, grinding back against Janus's cock as Janus grinds down hard against him.

Hickey after hickey are sucked into Roman's flesh, bringing golden bruises to the surface. Janus's teeth leave beautiful indents that look perfect on Roman's body, and he leaves many of them.

Bite on Roman's shoulder, bite on Roman's collarbone, bite on his pec. He even goes back to licking and sucking Roman's nipple, just to press his teeth around Roman's areola and leave a deep hickey there, which has Roman sob in sensitivity.

"Good boy," Janus pants, perhaps minutes away from succumbing to his own pleasure. "Look at you. You look owned. You look beautiful. You look like a treasure. My treasure. My shining, golden treasure. Pretty thing. What a sweet, pretty thing you are. So gorgeous atop my pile. My shining centerpiece." Janus has to stop to moan, and then tucks his face back against Roman's neck, mouthing over the hickey he left on Roman's throat. Roman cries at the feeling of Janus sucking and licking over the sore spot, and then he moans even louder when Janus's hand wraps around their cocks.

Their shafts are pumped in tandem, with come, pre, and lube sliding between them with wet, lewd noises. Janus's thrusts become incredibly sloppy, with him unable to keep his rhythm. And Roman feels himself climbing towards a fast, second orgasm. Luckily, Janus seems to be nearing his, too.

"Please!" Roman cries, but he's unable to beg for anything specific.

Janus can't even respond. His constant flow of steady compliments has died out in favor of his own noises, as he's unable to mask his enjoyment. And his sheer pleasure showing itself in the tough bites and whimpers Janus lets out against Roman's flesh is what sends Roman over the edge a second time, this time actually moaning out a half-garbled part of Janus's name that's hardly even understandable. But Janus understands enough, and kisses Roman's neck a final time as he comes himself. His own white semen mixes with Roman's golden streaks, creating a rather gorgeous splatter across Roman's torso. Further come fills Roman's hole, making Roman whine, trembling as the new feeling causes shivers to run through his entire body. And Janus continues to thrust through his orgasm before Roman's letting out a small sob, which is when he finally comes to a stop.

They both stay still for a moment, breathing hard, with Roman's eyes pressed lightly shut and Janus merely admiring him, before Janus pulls out.

Another noise comes from Roman as Janus's cocks slide both out and away from him, but he cringes as Janus's come squelches out of his hole alongside it.

"Ew..." Roman whines in complaint, which has Janus smiling softly.

"Don't worry, my treasure," he soothes, running his hands affectionately over Roman's inner thigh in a pattern that relaxes Roman greatly, "deeper into my cave are nice, bubbling hot springs. They feel amazing against sensitive flesh, and channel energy from crystals buried beneath the mountains in order to heal even the most fatal of wounds. One dip into them and your ache, soreness, and..." Janus thumbs over the deep bite he made on Roman's neck and sighs "and bites will be gone. Though the marks will stay swollen and bruised, at least for a bit. Lucky me."

A small smile makes its way onto Roman's face. "A bath sounds amazing," he sighs, fantasizing about the warm water washing over his skin already.

Janus chuckles at his excitement, and pets through Roman's hair. "It'll feel amazing too. And then afterwards, I'll let you sample some sweet berries plucked from the bushes around my den. They'll help get your energy back up. But for now, let's focus on one thing at a time."

With an unsurprising amount of ease, Janus slides his hands beneath Roman's body, and lifts him. Roman is structurally quite a bit bigger while Janus is in his hybrid form, but Roman knows that Janus has quite a bit of strength that's not exactly visible due to being part dragon. Roman wants to question it a bit - he's never been around a hybrid that was so large in one form, and so normal-sized in the other - but he bites back his questions for now, and instead lets Janus take care of him, as Janus has been longing to do.

And Roman finds himself easily convinced to stay just a bit longer upon Janus's genuine, heartfelt request. Maybe just a day or two... or seven. Who knows. He'll see how this goes, and will eventually - at some point, surely - report back to his kingdom that the dragon flying overhead is willing to be much more than just an ally to the royal family.

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Resolutions

Chapter Nine: Be Our Valentine

Pairing: Analoceitmus

Content: Orgasm Denial, Cock Cages, Chastity, Dom/sub, Hardcore Dominance and Submission, Boot Worship, No-Touch, Bondage, Predicament Bondage, Sensory Deprivation, Watersports, Omorashi, Piss Play, Degradation, Humiliation, CBT, Gags, Handcuffs, Sounding, DubCon, Piss Drinking, Aphrodisiacs, Cross-dressing, Feminization

Summary: Logan celebrates the holiday by serving his doms.

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February 14th, 6:49 AM

Logan’s feelings were neutral towards Valentine’s day as a holiday. It was built up by corporate greed to profit off of heteronormative standards of love, which he despised a great deal. The flowery advertisements, the harsh judgements whenever he insisted that love was built on mutual respect of one’s needs in a relationship- with romance not being a necessary part of that equation, it was all rather annoying. On the other hand, being able to care for his lovers while being cared for in return brought him great joy. It just proved difficult to celebrate the variant of relationship he had under the model society aimed for him to fall into. He didn’t seek out jewelry from or for his partners, outings proved difficult with the four of them, and he’d vastly prefer to offer himself as a means to pleasure compared to a cheap box of chocolates.

He was sure to be the first one awake that day to prepare an assortment of surprises that would hopefully gain his partners’ favor. Sneaking out of bed proved more difficult with the metallic clink that sounded from the lock securing his gag at the back of his head, though that morning he managed to silence it enough to drift into the closet.

Sifting through the various garments they’d obtained over the years for him, he picked out an outfit that would appease all three of his doms. The black fishnets woven with tinsel would be for Remus, with an added accessory of ankle-strapped heels that matched. Next came a gold and black mini skirt for Janus, since he adored the accessibility and seeing Logan in his favorite colors. On top, he slipped on a raven corset, taking the care to lace the sides and back with the wine colored ribbon Virgil adored tying him up with. He smiled beneath the leather as he gave himself a once-over in the mirror, and snuck out of the bedroom to attend to his next act of service.

It was expected of him to cook, yes, but not to this degree. He whipped up a buffet of delicious foods, using the fine dishes to plate up everything nicely. He’d taken out the decorative tablecloth and runner for meal, even going as far to add personalized notes for each one of his doms at their places at the table and light candles. His lovers were expected to be waking soon, so he adjusted a final couple things, before hurrying to make drinks for each of them to share in bed. He poured out mimosas into three chilled champagne flutes, lifting them upstairs on a serving tray to greet his doms.

The three were still sleeping in, with Logan admiring their resting forms as he took a position kneeling by the door with the tray in front of him. As he waited, he busied his mind with the fantasies of how they might use him to entertain themselves today. They’d occasionally allow him to listen in on their love making, or if he had been really good (or they’d just been really lazy) they’d allow him to fetch their sex toys and watch while they fucked. One particularly enticing memory he kept dwelling on was from a few days ago, when he’d been allowed the privilege to watch Virgil give Janus a blow job after retrieving the vibrator he was going to use on himself as he went down on him. Hearing his Master’s and Sir’s moans while viewing such a scene made him needier than ever. Replaying the scene in his head made the time pass quickly, and after half an hour of waiting he saw the first signs of stirring from the bed.

It was Janus stretching out, showing off his tanned skin as his limbs extended out from the blanket. He leaned over, kissing Virgil then Remus on the cheek as he slurred out a greeting.

“Morning, loves.” He hummed, “Happy valentines.”

“Morn’ Jannie.” Remus roused, “V? You up?”

“Mhn..” Virgil breathed, “Mornin, love y’ “

The three of them shared the soft moment, until Janus turned to grab his phone on the nightstand and caught a look at Logan.

“Oh, I think we have a little wake up surprise.” He beckoned Logan over with a finger, who in turn picked up the tray of drinks and carried them over to the bed, presenting them.

“Damn, what a little slut.” Remus sat up and took in Logan’s form, plucking a drink from the tray with a pur, “I could get used to the room service.”

“Truly, and his outfit is ravishing,” Janus picked the last two flutes with a kiss to his cheek, “Happy Valentine’s day, dear.”

Logan nodded to acknowledge the sentiment. It wasn’t often he received such praise, so he’d accept it where he could.

Virgil finally rolled over on his side to see Logan standing there. His eyes went wide at the image of his lover dressed as he was and still holding the tray out in flat palms.

“Fuck, he’s a vision.” Virgil groaned, reaching down to his pajama pants to touch himself. Janus kicked him beneath the blanket before offering him his drink.

“What the fuck?”

“Save it for later, here.”

Virgil just rolled his eyes and took the glass, the three of them sipping at their drinks as they continued to greet the day.

“If this is what we’re waking up to, I can’t wait to see what breakfast is.” Remus downed the rest of his drink with a gulp and set it back down on the tray. When the other’s finished theirs they followed suit.

“Yes, there’s no doubt he’s gone all out again this year.” Janus praised again.

Virgil was the last to sit up among the three with a yawn, “Downstairs and ready to serve, Lo. We’ll meet you down there.”

Bowing his head, Logan obeyed, heading to the dining room as requested. He refilled the drinks and set them by his dom’s places at the table as he awaited their arrival, eager to see their reactions to his hard work. He stationed himself off to the side, nearby his own designated place they had him eating at with the bowls designed for pet food. They’d since moved it with ‘how much he’d been spilling’ (see: how much Remus had been kicking at his bowl) with the added explanation that submissives don’t eat beside their dominants.

It was Virgil who was down first, surprisingly. He didn’t put much effort into getting ready like the others did, still wearing the sweatpants he slept in. As he sat down, he noted the spread of foods in front of him, as well as the small card sitting on his plate. He looked to Logan, “What’s this?”

Logan gestured for him to take a look for himself, that’s when Remus came barreling down to join them.

“Ooooo, drinks, breakfast, and a card. You’re too good to us!” He picked it from his plate and started reading, “ ‘Dear Sire, thank you for all the delightfully tortuous ways you show your love. The ways in which you use me for your entertainment thrill me. With affection, Logan.’ Awe, you know I love torturing you too! What’s yours say, Virgie?”

“What does what say?” Janus entered.

“He made us cards for today,” Virgil explained before he began reading, “ ‘Sir, My days serving you are some of the happiest I’ve been. Thank you for allowing me to be yours to command. Happy Valentine’s Day, Logan.’ That’s sweet, babe. Thanks.”

A small blush rose up on Logan’s face, he wasn’t used to all these compliments and it was going right to his dick! He was obviously grinning from behind his gag.

“Alright, let me see mine.” Janus sat and opened his card, clearing his throat before he read, “ ‘Master, I cannot express my gratitude for how delighted I am to belong to you. For all the discipline, punishment, teasing, and love you bestow upon me, thank you. Yours, Logan.’ How thoughtful.”

The four of them shared the moment filled with expressions of happiness and adoration, though such moments could only last so long before desire for more cruel wants kicked in.

“Of course you’d thank us for making you into our bitch,” Virgil chided, reaching for the stack of warm pancakes in the center of the table, “You willingly dress like a slut to make us happy.”

Logan’s face flushed, though he hummed, agreeing with him.

“Yeah, he’s been doing better I guess,” Remus talked as he chewed, “Though notice how he signed those cards with his name? It should have been signed ‘your desperate cuckslut’ or something like that, because he’s not our equal, he’s our toy, y’know?”

“I couldn’t agree more.” Janus spoke, poking at more food, “We could have him write lines, to get it into his head that that’s what he’s here for.”

“Perfect.” Virgil snickered, “That’ll be his valentine’s day discipline.”

The three of them laughed, enjoying their meal and conversation at Logan's expense. He had to stand and bear it though, at least until his doms finished their food. When they did, Janus went over and scraped their scraps into his bowl, with Virgil coming behind him to undo his gag. This was routine to him by now, with the other massaging his jaw minimally before forcing him down in front of his food. He ate quickly, not wanting to waste any time he could spend attending to the needs of his doms. As he finished, he was yanked back up by his collar.

“Before this goes back on,” Remus said, holding up the gag, “We have a gift, open up!”

He barely had any time to register the order before a piece of a chocolate bar melted in his mouth. He moaned at the taste, rarely indulging in such sweet tastes. He swallowed it with a satisfactory hum before the gag was put in place and locked once again. He looked to his dominants for an explanation.

“You’ve been very good lately, so that’s treat one of two.” Virgil explained, “It’s an aphrodisiac. Sure, you can’t come, but you’ll feel some pretty intense amounts of pleasure in a little bit.”

He whined behind the gag. That wasn’t the treat they thought it was- oh. Oh. Now he understood. This was a treat for them. Not him.

“We have much for you to do today, little cuckwhore.” Janus grinned, “Clean up from breakfast, then make the bed. I want you to steam our suits since we’ll be going to dinner while you’ll be tied up and waiting for us to come back for your second gift tonight. After that, come see me in my study to write your lines. And hurry. I have a feeling by the time that chocolate has kicked in you won’t be able to focus enough to write the alphabet.”

Logan gave a nod, but before he could go, Janus caught his arm.

“I mean that, bitch. We don’t plan on letting you partake in sex again until I see at least a hundred lines thanking us for disciplining you for being a sorry little fuckdoll who only serves to obey. Understood?”

He nodded again, fervently.

“Good.” Janus let go and waved him off, “Now go.”

And so Logan went off, rushing to clean the dining table as his three partners took their places on the couch together. He collected the dishes, packing up any leftovers to be put in the fridge and loading up the dishwasher with the cookware used to serve everything up. The anticipation of how the chocolate was going to affect him was already causing a shaky reaction, as he was eager to see how his body would react. The curiosity served as a good motivator to get his work done with efficiency, since he wanted to be able to focus fully on the pleasure he’d be given.

The bed was swiftly made and the three’s suits were pressed and steamed, with him taking extra care to blot out the stains he noticed on Remus’. When he felt satisfied with his work, he approached Janus’ study, though as he did he noticed a warm feeling beginning to bloom across his skin. Surely the corset and skirt weren’t this insulating?

With a knock, he entered the room, seeing Janus sitting at his desk and crocheting while he absentmindedly watched a video playing on the computer in front of him. He put down the hook and yarn in his hands and pointed to the spot beside him, snapping to signal him to kneel in the spot. Logan immediately moved, settling into the position with his knees apart and his hands behind his back as he waited for further instruction. Janus grabbed some things out of the drawer beside him before turning to Logan.

“Before I dictate what your lines will be, I’ll need your hands.” He spoke, with Logan presenting his hands with his palms flat and facing upward, expecting to be given something. Instead, Janus yanked his right hand away and attached one end of the cuffs to his wrist, while the other was locked around the ring of his collar. Next, a legal pad thumped to the ground in front of him, along with a pen that Janus dropped by it.

“Write these down, word for word.” He cleared his throat as Logan scrambled for the pen. With his dominant hand being restricted, he was forced to use his left. Additionally, he’d have to work hunched over the paper in order to write, with his inability to fully balance throwing him off.

“I belong to my dominants and will follow their every order.” Janus stated. Logan rushed to jot down the words, his penmanship barely legible.

“I am nothing but a servant to my dominants.”

“I do not deserve pleasure.”

“I exist to satisfy and obey my owners.”

Logan was struggling to get each line down before the next one was recited. The sweat beading at his brow from how warm he felt didn’t help.

“Thank you for letting me be your pathetic cuckwhore.”

“Thank you for allowing me to serve you.”

“Thank you for denying me.” Janus picked up his hook again as Logan scribbled down his words, “I want fifty of each line, not counting those. All of which should be legible. You have a few hours until we begin getting ready to leave for dinner.”

Janus went back to his video, barely even glancing down at Logan as he went about his own task, swiveling his chair away from Logan, who began the task of writing the first line down. He started to feel a tingling sensation dance across his skin as he wrote, though he couldn’t quite tell if that was due to the aphrodisiac or the rush of adrenaline from being disciplined.

He thought it wise to number the sentences down as he went, that way it would be easier both for him to keep track and for Janus to count later when he had finished. There would be a sort of mindless rhythm to this sort of work, if he’d been allowed to use his dominant hand. Unfortunately, each stroke of the pen had to be precise if he wanted it to remain readable.

By the time he was about forty lines into the second set, he felt his cock throb uncomfortably within its cage. His skin shone with sweat as the effects of the chocolate began to work their way into his system. As a wave of arousal coursed through his veins, he stopped writing for a moment to revel in it. Janus noticed this and kicked the leg of the desk Logan was next to as a warning. Logan redirected his focus to the paper in front of him once again, trying to split his attention evenly between writing and the sensations attacking him.

I do not deserve pleasure. Oh, god, his cock ached inside the cage- I do not deserve pleasure. He needed release- I do not deserve pleasure. Just the thought of something, anything touching his dick- I do not deserve pleasure. I do not deserve pleasure. I do not deserve pleasure.

Another wave crashed over him and he let out a small moan, muffled behind his gag. That caught the attention of Janus again, who looked down at him curiously.

“Did you need something, Logan?” There was a slight shake of worry in his voice, stemming from the thought that the other might need to safeword or pause for a moment.

Logan instantly shook his head. He bucked his hips into the air, showing his need for touch. This earned a smirk from Janus.

“Needy thing, focus on your lines. I’d hate to punish you on valentines day.” He said coyly, Logan knowing that he’d love to be doing exactly that right now.

Logan whimpered, but continued laboring away. The ache of his dick pressing into the metal imprisoning it made his hands shake. With each letter he wrote, his lines became more and more difficult to read.

His progress slowed considerably, going from a consistent pattern to a syncopated burst of writing when he could manage to stay focused through the heat pulsing within him.

When he was about half way through, Virgil came by to check in on the two of them. He stopped to give Janus a kiss before leaning down over Logan’s shoulder to take a look at his progress. When he noticed him occasionally thrusting his hips against nothing, he cackled.

“What’s got you all hot and bothered, bitch?” He taunted as he tore off a page from the pad, analyzing the writing, “This is almost as bad as Remus’ handwriting. Are you seriously getting off to writing this much?”

If Logan could, he’d admit that the chocolate was much more potent than he’d expected and he didn’t anticipate being this aroused. Instead, he answered with a muffled whine as he scrawled more sentences across the page.

“You know how he is.” Janus commented, “He gets off on cleaning the bathroom. Of course he’d be hard being made to admit he’s a toy by writing it a million times. Well he would be. If we didn’t turn his cock into a worthless little clit.”

Logan groaned at their words, scratching the pen over the paper forcefully. He needed to just get this done and over with to be able to fully give into the sensations, but his hand was starting to cramp and he shook with need. How was only halfway done?!

“After this is all over, it’d be fun to have him do this while fucking him. Not stopping until it’s all done.” Virgil hummed.

“I don’t know, I’ve really been loving seeing him so desperate to please us. He did give us complete control of his pleasure after all, who’s to say we can’t have him do another year after this is over. Only let him have one orgasm a year so his cock doesn’t explode with want.”

Logan, of course, knew that A) that was impossible and B) he wasn’t that serious about forcing him back into chastity, even though the thought of never coming again crossed his mind with waves of pleasure following it. His subdued whines drew smiles upon their faces as they chatted.

Virgil opted to sit down on the small couch in the office, opening up his phone to scroll whatever social media feed that captured his attention. Parallel play was a common sight in their household, though often with Logan’s ‘play’ of choice being one of service.

Minutes passed, with the feeling of uncomfortable arousal developing into another torturous sensation that he adapted to. He’d been made to hold agonizing positions for hours, do tedious tasks, and endure harsh torment to entertain and appease his doms, and now the feeling was different, yes, but infinitely better than other moments he could recall. He wasn’t tied with clothes pins lining his more sensitive areas or holding a pose beneath a candle dripping hot wax, the cramp in his hand and stirring arousal in his stomach was practically nothing.

When he was down to his last few lines, Janus pushed his chair out from his desk, “We should start getting ready, it will take a bit for all four of us to be prepared for dinner.”

Virgil looked up from his phone, “Oh shit, right. I’ll hop in the shower and you can start your makeup?”

“Sounds like a plan, dearest.” Janus nodded, bending down to observe Logan’s work before leaving, “Hm, almost done. Join us in the bedroom when you finish.”

Logan silently acknowledged his words as the two walked off. The lines were his whole world right now, completely focused on finishing up the page with the pleasure pulsing under his skin being a mere passing thought as he grew accustomed to its presence. Soon, the rest of the lines were completed, and he allowed a relieved breath to be exhaled as he dropped the pencil on the floor.

He collected his pile of papers and went straight to their bedroom, kneeling down by the bed and placing the papers in front of him until one of his doms decided to check them. He watched from his spot as the three ignored him for some time, with Virgil getting dressed, Janus doing his makeup, and Remus fixing his hair in the mirror of their bathroom. Finally, Remus came over and picked up the papers.

“Whatcha go here Lo-Lo?” He picked them up and thumbed through them, “Hey Jannie?”

“Hm?”

“How much was he supposed to do?”

“Seven sets of fifty.”

Remus ran his finger over the lines, counting under his breath quietly until he balled up the pages and tossed them into the wastebasket by the vanity, “Eh, good enough for me. They’re probably all there. Let’s get you tied up!”

He hoisted Logan to his feet and promptly undid the clasp of the cuffs, before pushing him down onto the bed and urging him to sit up by the top with his legs tucked beneath him, the points of the shoes pressing against his thighs. Virgil came back from the closet with ropes in his hands, kneeling up on the bed and not even hesitating to start tying him to the bars of their headboard. The material secured his wrists to his calves, forcing his back into a lovely arch. Each point had a tight connection to the headboard with virtually no slack. Next, his collar was slid so the loop in it had its own connection point as well and his head would be stuck in its current position against one of the bars. With the rope and Virgil’s hands sliding over his skin, in combination with the chocolate still working him up and a lack of a task to direct his attention elsewhere, he began to squirm the small amount the rope allowed for. This caused Virgil to pull the ropes tighter until he was barely able to move at all.

“Quit moving.” Virgil commanded sharply, before removing Logan’s glasses and placing a blindfold over his eyes, “I don’t want to see you an inch out of place until we’re back. Or else no treat for you tonight.”

Logan moaned behind the gag as his heightened senses allowed him to appreciate the texture of the rope digging into his skin. That earned a few snickers from the man in front of him, who got up from the bed promptly. He fought off the urge to writhe in his pleasure, though, no matter how bad his body urged him to.

He listened to his three lovers get ready for their outing while attempting to not give into his elevated arousal. As they chatted and shuffled around the room, he couldn’t help but imagine the way they looked. Virgil and Remus always looked handsome in their suits as opposed to their usual casual wear, and Janus never failed to impress in a stunning dress whenever they went out.

“We won't be long,” Janus promised with a chaste kiss to his cheek.

Three pairs of footsteps headed out into the hallway, with the door to the bedroom clicking shut behind them. Logan was finally alone and left to sit on the bed like a toy waiting for its owner to come back and play with it.

In the time his dominants were gone, he dwelled on the different sensations he was experiencing. Focusing was difficult, and yet somehow every effect of the aphrodisiac they gave him was all that was on his mind. He’d revel in the heat for a moment before it turned to an overwhelming feeling, causing him to pant and whine despite no one being able to hear his noises. His cock twitched uncomfortably in the cage, and he’d do anything just for a moment of solace from its prison. He’d be more upset if his doms came back, took it off, brought him to orgasm, and ruined a month and a half’s worth of hard work, though.

The skin of his neck was damp with sweat from the effort it took not to move, and he could feel the effects of the chocolate peak. Whimpers left his lips in a staccato from behind his leather gag.

Not once during the tortuous absence of his lovers did he think to keep track of time. He didn’t recall how long he sat like that, just that he longed for any bit of relief once Remus, Janus, and Virgil were back. He barely recognized the familiar sound of the front door being unlocked from downstairs.

The collective of footsteps pounded on the floor until the group burst into the bedroom again. Logan could hear the sounds of a wet kiss being shared between the two of them, likely Virgil and Janus with the tinny chuckle of Remus’ laugh being the only other noise as they entered the room.

“Fuck, you always look great in this dress Jan.” Virgil’s voice cut through the air, accompanied by more kisses afterward, presumably to the other’s neck as he spoke in turn.

“Oh like the two of you don’t look absolutely ravishing in your suits?” Janus flirted, “Though I think you’d both look better out of them. Remus, your tie- hey-”

The muted smack Remus had placed on his bottom warranted more laughter, “Only if you’re outta that slutty number asap!”

At their arrival, Logan meekly strained against the ropes holding him down. He felt the weight of his three lovers join him on the bed.

Virgil had tossed Janus on the mattress, joining him by crawling between his legs and peppering kisses across his face. Remus bolted to the other side before climbing up and joining Virgil until the three of them were kissing in between smiles and giggles. Janus started to undo the buttons on Remus’ dress shirt, all while Virgil shrugged off his jacket and slid his hand up Janus’ dress.

“Okay okay, everyone take two minutes to undress so we can continue properly!” Janus decreed, trying to worm his way out of his clothing while underneath two of his boyfriends.

Shirts and dresses and undergarments shed, the three of them fell back onto the cushions of the bed. In between quick gropes of flesh and neck bites, Remus managed to grab the lube from the bedside table. He gripped onto Virgil’s waist and pulled him close.

“Who said I’m bottoming tonight?” He squeaked as he was grabbed.

“No one,” Janus answered, “Unless you have any objections, though, I think it’d be lovely to watch Remus make love to you tonight, dearest.”

Virgil rolled his eyes as Remus squirted a healthy amount of lube onto his fingers, “Well don’t just leave me to rot here, ‘mus, I didn’t prep in the shower for nothing.”

A grin spread across his face as Remus slid his slicked up fingers into him, spending little time on stretching him more than required before he rubbed the excess on his cock and lined up. As he slid in, they both let out pleasurable moans at the sensation.

Logan wished he was able to see the sight. It was rare that Virgil offered to bottom, seeing as Janus outright refused and Remus didn’t mind even though he was more of a verse. He didn’t know what was more agonizing, sitting alone while he writhed in distress, or feeling unending and discomforting arousal while his partners pleasured each other right in front of him. He knew they were taunting him, keeping him an arms length away from satisfaction for their own enjoyment, and he couldn’t even express how attractive he found it.

“You’re so fucking tight still.” Remus said, panting, “It’s like you’re a virgin.”

“You think- fuck Remus- think Logan will be this tight when we can finally fuck him again?” Virgil asked.

Janus stroked himself to the sight before him, glancing at Logan squirming in the background at the mention of his name, “A slut like him? I don’t know, I think he’d stay pretty loose from how much he took us before.”

“I think we’d be lucky if we could ever fit back inside him after this.” Remus gently slid his cock in and out of Virgil, keeping a comforting grip on his hips and waist.

Virgil let out pleased moans with each thrust, clenching around Remus as he did, “Ah ah- Don’t be- mm- ridiculous! Remus right there! We’re not even going to have to worry about it till…hahhh~”

“Don’t ruin the surprise, Virgil.” Janus chided as he lazily gripped himself, “Focus on us, not him.”

Remus sped his pace, aiming to pleasure Virgil while he let out grunts that declared his own arousal, “So fucking good!”

“Harder, Rem, fuck me harder!”

And harder he went. He wrapped his hand around Virgil’s cock and stroked him along with his thrusts. Janus matched his pace, watching with a smile as they fucked. Remus nipped and kissed along the curve of his lover’s neck and shoulder, happily pleasing his partners while the warm heat of Virgil’s hole sent him to another dimension.

“Hold on, hold on…” Virgil breathed, causing Remus to stop his movements, “I’m close, can I have the- thank you.”

Logan felt the movement previously happening in front of him halt, before the weight shifted as someone reached for something off of the mattress. Without a word, the previous motions resumed.

“Virgie… Oh my god you feel so good!” Remus groaned as he bucked into him, “I’m gonna come soon too, fuck~”

With a hand on his cock and his lover’s length abusing his prostate, Virgil wasn’t going to last long. He openly moaned, his hair matted to his forehead with sweat. Logan listened as the telltale sound of three men toppling over the edge, one after another.

Gasps and pants filled the air as they came down from their highs and presumably started to clean up each other. Logan was left on the bed, squirming in his arousal, though thankfully now it seemed to be dying down. The waves came with less heat, and he either felt the intensity decrease or he was just starting to go numb to the pleasure.

“Should we keep him blindfolded and all tied up for the next part?” Remus asks once they’ve gotten into pajamas and settled back into the bed with him.

“Let’s at least get him untied from the headboard.” Janus answers, “Would you like to grab the camera so our little slut can record his treat?”

Another treat? He wonders, though not having much time to dwell on it as he feels a few pairs of hands begin to loosen the knots keeping him in position on the bed. A small sigh of relief exits him as the heels stop digging into his thighs and he’s once again allowed to stretch his stiff neck. Those same hands briefly massage the tense joints and muscles, but only for a moment before a different tie fastens his hands behind his back and then to the padlock of his collar. Then, he’s led to the ground, kneeling in a more comfortable position. He can hear the click of the camcorder before Virgil starts speaking.

“It’s valentine's day, and our sweet little sub got all dressed up for us, made us a delicious breakfast, and did some lines as a little treat. Got so worked up from it that we couldn’t take him out to dinner, had to just leave him here until he calmed down.”

Logan can hear Virgil’s devilish smile by the teasing tone he’s using. He’s sure that if not for most of his face being covered, he’d have a very visible crimson plastered across his cheeks.

“And even though he didn’t earn it, we’re giving him a little extra treat.”

It’s not long before he can feel the lock on his gag being messed with, but before it comes off, a hand wraps tight around his throat and Remus speaks directly in his ear, “Be quiet and take it like a good whore, or I’ll put pins in the soles of those stilettos.”

The gag comes off and before he knows it, Logan’s face is being shoved into a bowl of thick viscous liquid. He closes his lips as it’s smeared over his face, but not before he catches a taste of what is unmistakably the combined come of his lovers. New Year's Eve is the last time he recalled his mouth being used, so savoring the spend of them is foreign, especially considering how unprepared he was for it.

“I said, take it, slut.” Remus jeers, “That means lick, or are you too drunk on your own horniness to understand that?”

Logan immediately obeys and presses his tongue against the come, wincing at the bitterness but knowing better than to do anything other than follow the command. He’s reminded of a few days ago when they had him gulping down his own piss, and in comparison, this is a tooth-rotting dessert from a 5 star restaurant.

Doing his best to catch every drop without his sight, he can feel the sticky spend staining his face and dripping from his chin. He can only imagine the picture his doms have of him right now. He’s desperately swallowing down the cum and aching in his cage.

“Aw, he’s desperate for it.” Janus coos, “I bet he wishes he could have cum for every meal.”

He doesn’t. At least if they use his mouth and make him swallow, he can deepthroat them so he doesn’t have to deal with the jolt of saltiness currently overwhelming his senses. But the pleasure he gets from stooping so low far outweighs the less than pleasant taste.

Bit-by-bit, the cum is licked up, until all that’s left is left to dry on his face and whatever has dripped down to his neck. He pants softly as he swallows the last drop. A damp rag quickly picks up the dried bits on his face and his gag is strapped and locked back over his head to render him silent again with a click.

“We give him treats and he doesn’t even say thank you. Fuckin’ ungrateful if you ask me.” Virgil remarks, the sound of the camcorder shutting punctuating his sentence, “I can’t wait until I'm allowed to whip his ass for that.”

“All in due time, love.” Janus says. Logan can hear them share kisses from where he’s still kneeling, “How about next time, we do it earlier in the day and make him go around wearing that cum cocktail?”

“Hm. I guess for now that’s good.”

Then, Logan’s being untied and put into his regular padded cuffs with his hands in front of him. He’s led to the bed again, and once the lights are turned off, his blindfold is taken off. He curls up right into Remus’ side, with Virgil spooning him from behind and Janus beside Remus. He receives comforting back scratches and cuddles until the aphrodisiac wears off and he’s coaxed to sleep for the night.

That was one hell of a Valentine's day.

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