Attention: this consists of Patton topping everyone on seperate occasions, different Oneshots, it's just in one chapter.
Synopsis: Patton doms everyone - or at least, tries to
Warnings: degradation, bondage (ropes/handcuffs), choking, orgasm denial/cock rings, slight overstimulation, crying during sex, knife play, slight talk of gore/intrusive thoughts

Now, before you get concerned. These 16,000 words or so weren't written by me, so don't think I've suddenly gotten better.

These infact were written by my darling pogchamp, GooglyEyedRainbow  who also has a smuttbook and who writes way better than I do.
If you prefer proper smutt, they are your person.

Anyways enjoy.

"Sweetheart, you seem to be in your head a lot lately," Janus says, sauntering into Patton's room without a second thought. If Patton really wanted to keep people out, he would have probably locked his door instead of just shutting it.

Hardly any of them respected privacy, so just simply shutting the door wouldn't do much to deter them.

Patton was sitting on his floor, phone in his hand. He was awkwardly swiping at the screen, seemingly having difficulty navigating the workings of the interweb.

Makes sense, seeing as he was the dad side, and parents do tend to not be that tech savvy.

"I know, I'm sorry Jay," Patton murmurs, momentarily glancing up from his phone. He looks back down at it seconds later. "Remus just said something during one of our... encounters-" nice save "-that's been stuck in my head."

"Oh?" Janus inquiries, moving to sit next to Patton, raising an eyebrow. His brown eye shined with curiosity, but Patton could detect a bit of compassion as Janus wraps his arm gently around Patton's waist. Was he worried Remus had said something bad that had been potentially eating Patton up from the inside? Kind of. That seemed like a Remus thing to do.

Whether on purpose or by accident. He didn't usually hold back his thoughts, regardless of how they might end up making people feel.

"He mentioned how he's a..." Patton lowered his voice, before saying "whore." He then cleared his throat, as he continued. "And he and I had a conversation that basically ended us discussing topping and bottoming."

"Sounds like quite the conversation."

Patton let out a small laugh. "It was, but then I brought up the idea of dominating and he told me I was too submissive to do so. Which I guess is fair, because I could never think of indulging him in some of the things he's into, but am I really that submissive?"

"Kind of," Janus admits. "But it's really about what you're comfortable doing. If you're not comfortable domming, or more comfortable subbing, then it's okay to do mainly that." He smiles reassuringly. "Besides, we like you as our sweet bottom."

"But I want to try domming!"

Janus stares at him for a minute, before grinning. He raises an eyebrow. "Do you really, or do you just want to prove him wrong?"

Patton stumbles a little over his words, before muttering "a little bit of both," earning a laugh from Janus, as the deceitful side ruffles his hair. It seemed like Roman's competitive influence was rubbing off on him.

"Okay." Janus states, after a few seconds. "I believe you can do it."

"Really?" Patton says, disbelief clear in his voice. Janus nods, grabbing Patton's hands. He kisses both of them, before standing and pulling Patton up with him. He then sits on the bed, momentarily enjoying Patton's confused face, as he pulls off his gloves.

"What are you doing?" Patton asks, before Janus pulls him onto the bed too.

"I'm helping you," Janus states, tossing his beloved hat onto the floor, before unclipping his cape and disregarding that as well. "Who better to practice on than a willing subject, such as myself?"

"Really? I can practice on you?" Patton asks, bouncing excitedly, and he practically squeals when Janus gives him verbal confirmation. He rushes to undress himself as well, before turning back to Janus, who's gotten himself fully naked.

"What were you looking at when I first walked in?" Janus questions, as Patton pushes him onto his back.

"Articles on how to be dominant," Patton admits, before pulling Janus in for a kiss. Janus laughs lightly into it, before Patton breaks the kiss.

"I'm determined," he follows it up with, and Janus just rolls his eyes, a smile still on his face.

"I can see that," Janus responds, as Patton smiles and presses one last quick kiss to his lips, before trailing kisses down his jaw and to his neck.

Patton lightly licks over Janus's scales, before moving to the other side of his neck in order to leave hickeys. Janus groans softly, tilting his head to allow Patton better access. He was hesitant with his bites, but Janus's small moans and whines encouraged him to bite down harder.

"Wait, before he do this, safeword?" Patton asks, pulling away slightly.

As much as Janus appreciates this, he can't help feeling a tad annoyed that Patton stopped. He understands, though, and he answers "red." Patton smiles and nods, before reattaching his lips to Janus's neck, picking up where he left off.

He grinds down lightly against Janus, Janus whining at the contact.

"I'm not-" Janus interrupts himself with a moan as Patton's hands trail down his body, teasing his nipples with his fingers, twisting and pinching them as he pulls away to admire Janus's unusual red face.

"You're not what?" Patton asks him, voice slightly teasing, but still curious.

"Not used to this," he clarifies, and Patton giggles, before saying "well neither am I, obviously." Logan would probably say this is a good learning experience, and he'd be right.

They both laugh at their inexperience in this specific situation, and Patton feels safe. He feels comfortable. How could he not with Janus assuring him that he's doing a good job, and letting him take this slow? He'd have to learn to go a bit faster if he wanted to dom Remus though, as he was an impatient little prick.

Patton reaches over to his drawer, which he learned to start keeping lube in after a couple interactions with his fellow sides, and pulls out the lube. Janus manages to catch a glance of the label, and he snorts.

"Oh yeah," he says, as Patton squirts some onto his hand. "I forgot you have flavored lube."

"Don't we all?" Patton asks, raising an eyebrow. "I thought they were all a gift from Remus, and he got some for all of us based of what he 'thought we'd like.'"

At least he actually put some thought into gifts for them.

"Yeah, but I've forgotten exactly what flavors he got for each of us." Janus takes another look at the label as Patton sets the lube to the side, before snorting. "Cupcake. Guess it does kind of fit, doesn't it?"

Patton let out a soft laugh, not denying the accusation, as he spreads Janus's legs apart. Kind of pointless to use flavored lube when he was going to fuck Janus, but it's what they had, so they were working with that. "Yeah, I guess it does. Thinking about it, it was kind of a sweet gift, huh."

"Was that a fucking pun?"

Patton giggles, and resorts to just winking in response, drawing a sigh from Janus as the scaled side rolls his eyes. He'd expect nothing less from Patton, though.

Patton slowly inserts one of his fingers into Janus, Janus letting out a gasp at the feeling. Patton slowly thrusts it in and out, before adding a second finger, stretching Janus out. Janus lets out soft moans, as he tries to roll his hips down on the fingers. It was a weird feeling, but Janus wanted more.

Patton soon adds a third finger, before he removes his fingers altogether and wipes the excess lube on the sheets.

They'd end up washing them afterwards anyway.

He grabs the lube yet again, and pours some onto his cock, giving it a few strokes to spread that cupcake-flavored lubricant all over his meaty shlong.

He then lines his cock up with Janus's hole, leaning down to kiss the deceitful side's lips as he slowly pushes in, Janus moaning into the kiss. "Pat-" he breathes out, their lips mere centimetres apart. And Patton just wants to kiss him again, and again, and again.

It's weird to be the one on top for once, but he does adore the view. He could definitely get used to this.

After a minute or two of allowing Janus to adjust, he feels Janus attempt to grind against him, letting out a soft "move."

Patton nods, and pulls out, before slowly thrusting back in. Janus lets out a shaky moan, his hands gripping Patton's shoulders. He's tempted to ask him to hurry up and go faster, mostly due to his own impatience, but he understands that Patton needs to get used to this.

Patton's nails dig into Janus's thighs, and Janus moans at the feeling, which ends up drawing Patton's attention towards it.

"Oh! I'm sorry Jay- I didn't-"

"No, no," Janus cuts him off, pulling him in for a quick kiss. "I assure you, I like pain. Please, don't stop." Even if it was just Patton's nails making tiny cuts, Janus enjoyed it, and he'd be more than quick to assure Patton of that fact, wanting to make him feel as comfortable as he possibly could. Patton's eyes widen, blushing at how forward Janus is, before he nods.

"Okay," he says, his thrusts quickening in pace as he lightly drags his nails across Janus's thighs, earning more moans and whines from Janus's mouth. His face flushes as he digs his nails into the skin harder, puncturing it. A few tiny beads of blood pool in the cuts and Janus can't help bucking his hips.

"Fuck- faster Pat, please," he begs, tucking his face into his elbow. More so out of instinct instead of an attempt to hide it.

As Patton speeds up his thrusts, he gets to watch how Janus's face turns a bright red, and how drool pools in the corner of his mouth. And God, Patton loves the sight. It was nice to see Janus beneath him for once, especially since he appeared to be enjoying this.

He loves it even more when Janus's back suddenly arches, and he lets out a loud moan, his nails digging into Patton's back.

"Right there!" he cries, eyebrows creased, his face that of pure ecstasy. "Right there, Pat! Please, feels so good!"

"Jay," Patton moans out, before he reattaches his lips to Janus's collarbone, determined to mark him up as much as he could before this was over. Besides, now that he knows Janus likes pain, he bit down with more force, often breaking the skin. He's quick to lap up the blood and suck a mark into Janus's skin however, and more so enjoys the noises Janus lets out every time he does so.

Patton continues to nail his prostate, Janus eventually moaning out that he was close, which encourages Patton to go harder and drive Janus over the edge. His hands wrap around both of Janus's cocks, jerking him off in tune with his thrusts, and moments later Janus is spilling into his hands.

He clenches around Patton's cock, eliciting a moan from the moral side. He thrusted in a few more times, before coming in Janus's ass with a moan of his name. He takes a minute to catch his breath, and admire Janus's beautifully flushed face, before he presses a quick kiss to Janus's lips.

"Can you help me with something?" Patton asks, in between pants.

"Sure; what do you need, darling?"

"What are some of the others' kinks?"

Janus grins at the question, pulling Patton to lay down next to him. "Well..."

***

Patton gently knocks on Virgil's door, unsure of whether or not the anxious side would be able to hear it judging from the loud music Patton could hear from outside.

He's about to knock again, when he hears the music being clicked off, before the door opens a crack and Virgil peaks out. When he sees that it's Patton, he smiles slightly and opens the door the rest of the way.

"Sup Pat," Virgil says, hands shoved into his hoodie pockets as he leans against the doorway. "Need somethin'?"

"I suppose you could say that I do... in a way..." Patton says, trailing off at the end as he glances away, before looking back at Virgil who's now looking at him skeptically. His eyes dart across Patton's features, as if trying to get a read on what he's feeling, and prepare himself for what Patton's next words may be.

"I'm listening."

"Well, before I tell you, how are you feeling?" Patton asks, his hands reaching out to cup Virgil's face.

Virgil frowns at the embrace, but answers the question anyway. "'M fine, Pat."

"Actually fine, or 'I'm bad but I don't want to admit that I'm bad so I'll say that I'm fine' fine?" Patton raises his eyebrow, looking over Virgil's posture to see if he was feeling bad or anything. He'd gotten pretty good at identifying when Virgil was feeling anxious or upset.

"Actually fine," Virgil clarifies, with an amused sigh. "Now, what did you need?"

"I wanted to try something," Patton admits, smiling as he squishes Virgil's face, Virgil's frown deepening. Patton snickers softly at how cute he looks.

"Can I?" the moral side asks, looking down at Virgil's lips. Virgil nods, before clearing his throat and saying "yes," and Patton needs no further encouragement. He leans in and captures Virgil's lips, his hands finding Virgil's hips and pushing him further into the room. He kicks the door shut behind him with his foot.

Virgil breaks the kiss, his normally pale face now a faded pink. "Was that it? Did you just want a kiss?" he asks, although he can tell with the way Patton's hands are barely slipping under his shirt that he wants something more.

"Not entirely," Patton says, before grinning. "Although the kiss was a nice plus." Virgil snorts, letting out a soft laugh at Patton's dorkiness.

The laugh quickly dies down when Patton's lips are by his ear, and he's whispering soft and low. "You see," he begins, a shiver coursing down Virgil's spine at the sheer tone of his voice. "I heard from a certain snake that you like being tied down, and, well, you can't really blame me for wanting to see such a pretty sight myself."

He backs away slightly, his hands falling away from Virgil's waist so he can hold them out in front of them. He's smiling, watching Virgil's face as he stared at Patton's hands in anticipation, waiting.

Then, Patton summoned some rope. Royal purple in colour, long, and a bit thick. Virgil tugged at the collar of his shirt, before rubbing his wrists, his face heating up.

"Oh?" Patton laughs darkly, twisting the ropes around his hands. "I think he was right. Looks like Jay told the truth, huh? These aren't even wrapped around you yet and you're already practically drooling."

Virgil manages to get out of his own head for a split second and acknowledge what Patton is saying.

"I'm not drooling," he argues, wiping his mouth just to be sure. He didn't feel like he was drooling, but all he could really feel was how excited he was to be tied up with those ropes.

Even if it was by Patton... Huh. This wasn't usually Patton's forte.

And now it had Virgil curious.

"You don't usually want to do things like this," Virgil points out, even though he definitely wasn't complaining. Patton just smiles, continuing to mess with the ropes in his hands.

He tilts his head slightly, resorting to just admitting the truth. "Well, I want to try something new. Provided I have your consent, of course."

Virgil goes silent for a moment, not being able to keep his eyes from going back to the ropes. They were just so pretty; it was unfair to Virgil - the way Patton was using this against him. But at the same time, he was getting more and more eager to be tied up by the second.

"Yeah. You do," Virgil rushes out, his face heating up due to how eager he sounded. "Have my consent, I mean."

Patton grins, before ordering Virgil to strip, which only makes his blush worse.

He does as Patton says, however, and slowly begins to strip himself of his clothes. Not to be a tease or anything, he's just a tad embarrassed by Patton's hungry eyes on him. He shrugs his hoodie off, before slowly peeling his shirt away from his chest, exposing his pudgy frame. He then sits back on his bed and kicks his socks and pants off, before hesitating at his boxers.

He knows Patton won't judge him, but he feels vulnerable being almost naked while Patton's still fully clothed.

"You okay?" Patton asks, seeing clearly that Virgil's hesitating, and Virgil nods.

"Yeah, just... embarrassed," Virgil admits, letting out an awkward laugh afterwards. Patton's smile softens, and Virgil gets that aura of safeness from him, followed by a burst of confidence. It's hard not to feel confident when you're being looked at like you're the most beautiful person in the world.

Utilizing that bit of confidence, he quickly pulls down his boxers and kicks them away. Then, before he even has time to think, Patton's on top of him.

Patton presses his lips against Virgil's, moving to straddle his hips. He deepens the kiss quickly, his tongue slipping into Virgil's mouth. His hands are pinning Virgil's own above his head, the rope that Patton's still holding being pressed against his wrists, and it just makes him more excited for what's to come.

"Safeword?" Patton asks him, and Virgil quickly says "red," followed by a whine of "please."

He's attempting to grind his half-hard cock against Patton's clothed leg. The rough material does little to please him, but he's getting desperate.

Patton smiles at him, before he sits up slightly. Virgil keeps his hands together as Patton wraps the rope tightly around his wrists, before tying them to the head board. It's a surprisingly long rope, and Patton laces it down Virgil's body. Whenever it seems to be running out, more grows, as was the way of imagination. Patton's using cheat codes, deadass.

He wraps them intricately around Virgil's arms and chest, framing his nipples and weaving down his stomach. He wraps it lightly around the base of his cock, before moving to his thighs. He wraps the ropes around them, rather tightly, before getting down to Virgil's ankles.

He ties each ankle to each bedpost, Virgil's legs now stuck apart. He couldn't close them if he tried his hardest, although he definitely wasn't trying at all.

"You know, it's kind of ironic," Patton begins, sitting back on his knees as he admires Virgil's exposed body. Virgil's face is bright red, and he can't meet Patton's eye, but he can feel Patton staring at him. "The fact that you of all people would enjoy being so helpless."

Virgil whines at the all too true words, head turned to the side. Patton hums, before he slowly pulls off his own shirt.

That draws Virgil's attention, and he looks back over at Patton, scanning over his now bare chest. Patton notices and grins. They've seen each other naked countless times, but now Patton was over him, and Virgil was seeing him from a different angle.

Honestly, he was loving the view, and he was sure Patton was too.

Patton strips himself of his pants and boxers as well, before leaning over to Virgil's nightstand. He opens the first drawer, before closing it and opening the second, where he finds the lube. Chocolate flavored.

He sets it to the side however, much to Virgil's dismay, before he crawls overtop of the anxious side. He leans in to kiss Virgil, his hands moving to feel Virgil up.

He went straight to tying him first, so now he wanted to touch all over his pretty body. His hands trailed over his chest, stopping to tease his hard nipples. He pinched and pulled at one, while he broke the kiss he had with Virgil. He trailed kisses down Virgil's neck, kissing lightly around the area. He teasingly nips every now and then, but otherwise, his kisses lead down to Virgil's other nipple.

Patton licks over it, drawing a moan from Virgil's lips, as he tries to arch up into the contact. Unfortunately, when he tries, the ropes constrict him and dig into his skin, causing him to whine.

He'd be covered in lacerations by the time this was done, and he loved it. Every time he moved, even if it was just a wiggle, the ropes rubbed and burned his skin.

Patton continues teasing Virgil's nipples, eventually lightly biting down on the one he was previously just messing around with using his tongue. It's nowhere near hard enough to hurt, but Virgil knows it's there, and he knows that if he really wanted to, Patton could bite down hard. And he'd be powerless to keep him from doing so.

He whimpers, his cock fully hard, as Patton grinds his bare thigh against it lightly. Patton's more focused on Virgil's torso (and playing with his nipples) to pay attention to Virgil's neglected cock, but he remembers to occasionally rub his thigh against it, providing Virgil with little friction.

Every time Patton does it, Virgil tries to grind against him, but his efforts prove to be fruitless as he can hardly move due to the ropes wrapped around his body.

That was the whole point, of course. Patton wanted to be a tease, and he wanted to make sure Virgil couldn't stop him from doing so.

"Patton, please," Virgil begs, and Patton momentarily stops his teasing.

He pulls away from Virgil's nipple, his other hand coming up to continue messing with it, not willing to cease all touches entirely. "Please what?" he asks, smugness clear in his tone. "You have to be specific, baby, otherwise I won't know what you're asking for."

Virgil whines, his face red at the implication of actually asking. He bites his tongue, refusing to admit what he wants.

Patton hums. "Vi, if you don't specify, I won't know. Do you want me to stop touching you? Do you want me to leave you tied up and desperate? You need to speak up."

Virgil whimpers, muttering something that's muffled due to Virgil's face being pressed against his arm.

"Still can't understand you, baby."

"Quit teasing me!" Virgil says, with an unfairly cute pout. Patton would advise him of such, if he didn't already know that Virgil wasn't fond with that type of language. He wanted to be scary, not cute.

It was kind of hard to be scary when you were tied up and rock hard, though.

"Just- just fuck me already!" Virgil says, voice quick and stammering slightly, just wanting to get it out there and over with. Embarrassment is clear in his voice, and in his red face.

Patton can't resist cooing at how cute he is, before saying "see, was that so hard?" Virgil doesn't answer that question, figuring it to be more rhetorical, as Patton uncaps the lube. Virgil tries to raise his head, or even sit up at all, just to see what Patton is doing, but unfortunately (and simultaneously fortunately), the ropes wouldn't allow it.

"Colour?" Patton asks, just holding the bottle in his hand. Out of all of them, he was sure Virgil would tell him if he was uncomfortable, but he still needed to double check.

"Green," Virgil assures him.

Patton nods, as squirts some of the lube onto his fingers, before quickly stretching Virgil out. He's not as hesitant as he was with Janus, abiding by Virgil's pleas to just get along with it.

Afterwards, he lubes up his cock and pushes into Virgil, relishing the high-pitched moan Virgil let out as he does so.

"You sound so pretty, Vi," Patton says, his hips still as he lets Virgil adjust to his size. Virgil just grunts in response, clearly not agreeing, but feeling too good with a cock inside of him to argue. Patton could believe whatever the hell he wanted, as long as he hurried up and started thrusting.

Virgil was quick to reinforce his point as he rolls his hips down on Patton's cock, letting out a quiet whine.

"Speak up, baby," Patton reminds him, and he catches Virgil rolling his eyes. He resists the urge to snicker at the sight.

"Move, Pat, please," Virgil says, knowing Patton wasn't going to do anything until he inevitably asked. Dumb Patton, making Virgil actually speak up about what he wants.

Patton smiles, and slowly pulls out, before he thrusts back into Virgil, the anxious side letting out a moan. He tugs on the restraints around his wrists, wanting nothing more than to tangle his hands in Patton's curly hair and pull him into a kiss, but he was left just wanting.

Patton continues to slowly thrust in and out of Virgil. He's not as worried as he was with Janus; he's mostly doing this to tease.

For some strange reason, he enjoys hearing Virgil beg.

After a few whimpers and whines from Virgil, Patton speeds up slightly, both of his hands tightly gripping Virgil's love handles. His nails dug into the skin, leaving behind red marks that Patton adored. He bent over Virgil, nipping at his neck. If Virgil didn't have ropes wrapped around his chest, Patton would be leaving marks all over it.

Unfortunately, however, he didn't have easy access, so he'd leave marks over Virgil's neck instead.

He sucked marks into the pale skin, enjoying how the dark purple looked against his skin. Plus, it matched his colour scheme! Always a plus.

Virgil let out shaky moans every time Patton bit down, unable to do anything but squirm beneath him. "Pat, faster," Virgil says, voice barely above a whisper. Patton smiles against his skin, speeding up his thrusts, and enjoying the immediate moan it draws from the anxious side.

"Baby, you're so beautiful," Patton moans out, Virgil whining at the compliment. "You feel so good around my cock."

He angled his hips, thrusting into Virgil hard and fast, Virgil's letting out a cry at the action. His eyes are screwed shut in pleasure, as he babbles "please, Patton! Right there!" He pulls on the restraints around his wrists, tears pricking his eyes as the rope lacerates his skin.

Patton groans as he thrusts harder into Virgil, nailing Virgil's prostate every time and causing beautifully loud moans to spill from his mouth.

"Close," Virgil manages to say, between noises, and Patton leans down to capture his lips for a messy kiss. Neither of them can hold it long, constantly breaking it in order to moan or whine.

Patton's hand teasingly trails down Virgil's body, before grabbing Virgil's cock, stroking it fast, as he orders "come for me, baby."

Virgil needs to further prompting, head thrown back in a moan as he comes over his chest and the ropes binding him.

He whines as he doesn't feel Patton stopping, and Patton shushes him. "I'm so close, baby- so close."

After a few more thrusts, Patton's coming into Virgil with a low moan, Virgil moaning at the sensation. He continues to pull on his binds as Patton fills him up, before Patton eventually pulls out.

He quickly works to untie Virgil, Patton's callused fingers gently rubbing over the lacerations over Virgil's body. He presses kisses to the burns across his thighs and chest, before pressing a kiss to Virgil's lips.

"I'll go start a bath for you, okay Vi?" Patton asks, and Virgil just nods, panting heavily.

"Yeah... thanks Pat."

"Of course!"

Patton went off and started a bath, before coming back to grab Virgil. They bathed together, before they laid down to sleep (requested by Virgil, who wanted to take a mid-day nap).

Before he fell asleep, however, he spoke up.

"Who next?"

"Hm?" Patton responds, holding Virgil close. Virgil was curled up against his chest, their legs tangled together, and his head was tucked under Patton's chin.

"You implied you went to Janus before coming to me," Virgil states, with a hum. "And I'm assuming you dommed him too, considering how comfortable you were doing it with me."

He still had his moments of hesitance, but for the most part, he was surprisingly comfortable dominating Virgil despite mainly subbing for them.

Patton laughs gently. "Well, look at you, Sherlock. Been spending a lot of time with Logan lately?"

"Mhmm."

Patton presses a kiss to his head. "He's rubbing off on you," he teases. "But, great observation. And, since you asked..."

***

A couple days pass, with the others questioning both Janus and Virgil about the marks over their bodies. They blame it on each other, much to Patton's delight.

Best not ruin the surprise for the others, right?

Things went normally, by their standards of normal, at least. A playful joke here, a few kisses being exchanged there, and Remus's jarring thoughts occasionally disturbing a few of them. Otherwise, they all just had fun together, before each of them retreated back to their rooms one by one.

Until, all who were left, were Patton and Roman. Patton was leaning against Roman's side, Roman's arm wrapped around him. One of Patton's hands was resting innocently on Roman's bare thigh, as the creative side had donned a pair of comfy shorts for their evening.

Roman was determined to finish the movie they had turned on, and Patton was determined to finish it with him.

And perhaps to make him finish, as well.

His hand slowly trails up Roman's thigh, still an innocent enough action, before it rubs back down. Roman hardly pays it any mind, too busy blabbering away at the movie. His eyebrows are creased, so it was assumed that he was upset with something that was going on on the television.

Patton uses Roman's diverted attention to shift his position slightly, laying against Roman's chest and pushing him onto his back. Roman's head luckily lands on one of the couch pillows, but the action does draw his attention away from the TV.

"Getting comfortable, Pat?" Roman asks, a grin on his face, as Patton buries his face in Roman's neck. He lets out a hum of affirmation, one of his hands trailing down Roman's unfortunately clothed chest.

Roman chuckles, before turning back to the movie that was playing.

They lay like that for a bit, both of them enjoying each others' company. Patton ends up leaving soft kisses over Roman's neck, a loving action, and Roman smiles at each and every one.

That is, until, Patton suddenly bites down on his neck, causing Roman to gasp and tense.

Patton pulls away with a smug look on his face, licking his lips. Roman's looking up at him with wide eyes, and a flushed face.

"Patton!" Roman hisses, after he seemingly regains his senses.

Patton gives him an innocent smile, raising an eyebrow. "What, Ro?"

"You bit me!"

"Mhmm," Patton leans down to kiss him, and Roman grumpily kisses back.

"If I wanted to be bitten I would have gone to Janus or something," Roman grumbles, and Patton laughs lightly.

His hands just barely travel under Roman's shirt. "Aw, I'm sorry. But you looked so bare! It was hard to resist the urge. Besides... you like being marked up, don't you?"

"Well- I-" Roman stammers over his words, before he huffs. "Yeah. You're not usually one for marking, though."

"What an astute observation," Patton says, mocking Logan's voice as he says it. He then laughs at himself, and Roman can't resist giggling at the impression as well. "But, I wanted to indulge you in something I know you'll enjoy. Like marking."

"While we're in the middle of a movie, though?!"

"We can always finish watching it later," Patton reasons, before sitting up. He pulls Roman up with him, and into yet another kiss. This one a lot less innocent than the first one. Their tongues briefly fought for dominance, before Roman inevitably surrendered. Even under Patton's soft hold (for now), he was quick to submit.

Roman huffs when Patton pulls away, but otherwise he's into it. He does reach over and grab the remote in order to pause the TV though.

"Can we at least go to my room?" Roman asks, turning back to Patton. "The couch is rather uncomfortable, and thus it is no such place for a prince, like myself, to be forced to lay on."

Patton chuckles, before kissing Roman's head. "Of course, my prince," Patton says, as he picks Roman up, to Roman's surprise, and carries him to his room.

"I didn't know you were so strong!" Roman says, his arms hooked around Patton's neck. "Not as strong as me, of course, but I will admit that I'm quite surprised." Patton never really has to utilize his strength, especially not in situations like these. Usually he's the one being carried!

Roman seemed to enjoy it though, so maybe Patton would use it a bit more.

Patton tosses Roman onto his canopy bed, crawling onto the red and gold bedsheets moments later. He pulls Roman into a kiss, of which Roman is quick to return. His legs immediately wrap around Patton's waist, as he tries to pull Patton closer.

Roman's never been really one to want to take things slow, especially not with Patton being all dominant.

Even if the most dominant thing Patton had done was bite him.

Roman's just a bottom bitch.

Roman tries to chase Patton's lips when Patton pulls away, and Patton snickers at the sight.

"You know where this is going, right?" Patton says, as his hands fiddle with the edge of Roman's bright red shirt. Roman nods, his face pink.

"Safeword?" Patton asks, and Roman responds "red." Patton smiles, and kisses his lips, muttering "good boy," to which Roman whines.

Patton then wastes no time pulling off Roman's pesky shirt, his own shirt being tossed to the floor soon after. His hands wandered over Roman's toned chest, and Roman's hands ran themselves over Patton's larger frame in return.

He liked how Patton admired his body (as it was something definitely worth admiring), but he might as well return the favor.

Patton's hands feel along his sides, before running up and teasing his nipples. Roman gasps at the contact, but then whine when Patton's hands slide away moments after.

They run down, barely dipping into Roman's pants.

Patton was obviously being a tease, and Roman's impatient self was already close to begging. Although, with Patton's smug smile, he doubted the moral trait would indulge him.

Patton leans down to kiss Roman briefly, before turning his attention back to Roman's neck. The place he had bit earlier was bright red, and teeth marks were clearly visible. Unfortunately, he didn't bite down hard enough to break the skin, but he'd have plenty of time to do that later.

He trails his teeth over Roman's neck, feeling the prince shiver beneath him at the action.

Roman was waiting- anticipating the moment Patton was going to bite down. He'd never taken Patton as the type to bite before, but then again, he had never seen Patton like this before. It was all very new and very enthralling.

Patton doesn't end up biting his neck, his teeth trailing down Roman's chest, until his lips circle around Roman's nipple. He licks over it, before pulling his lips away, although his teeth lightly tugged on it, drawing a whine from Roman.

After a few seconds, Patton releases it, before he kisses over Roman's chest, finally tugging his pants down partially.

He has to sit up in order to pull them up all the way, but seeing Roman's bare, muscular thighs makes him lick his lips. He couldn't wait to mark them up.

He scoots back on the bed, before spreading Roman's legs apart. He's able to hold them apart (as it's not like Roman's resisting), so he leans down and begins placing eager kisses along the inside of Roman's thighs. Roman sits up on his elbows, watching as Patton continues to kiss and nip at his skin. Until, inevitably, he bites down, sucking a mark into the all too bare skin.

Patton would change that.

The moral side relishes the moan Roman lets out from just that single mark, and suddenly he's making more. Over Roman's inner thighs, it's just hickey after hickey, eliciting a moan or a whine from Roman each time.

Roman continues to watch him make them, obviously enjoying the purple marks appearing on his skin.

Patton wasn't usually one for this many marks. He'd leave a few, maybe, but biting was usually Virgil or Janus's thing. They both had sharper teeth that they loved to use to break Roman's skin.

And while Patton didn't exactly break the skin, yet, he left painful enough marks that Roman would definitely be feeling over the course of the next few days. Imagine the soreness he'd feel in his neck whenever he moved it, or the pain he'd feel as his pants rubbed up against his inner thighs, and- oh!

Roman felt Patton's teeth puncture his skin, and Roman throws his head back in a moan.

Patton grins against his thigh, before lapping up the few beads of blood that were forming on Roman's thigh. He kisses the mark afterwards, before once again shifting his position. He sits up, licking his lips as he pulls Roman into a kiss.

Roman can taste his blood on Patton's lips, and he whines as Patton practically shoves his tongue into Roman's mouth.

Describing french kissing is somehow worse that describing sex.

One of Patton's hands, that was previously massaging Roman's thigh, gently runs up and strokes his side. He's gently caressing Roman's chest as they kiss. Roman's eagerly kissing back, trying to arch his body further into Patton's touch, while also trying to touch everywhere he can reach.

He stops at the edge of Patton's pants, breaking the kiss in order to say "off. Please?"

"Okay," Patton answers, pressing a final short kiss to Roman's lips. "Since you asked so nicely." He pulls back a bit, in order to tug his own pants and boxers down, before discarding them. Roman's eyes scan over his body.

Despite the fact he's seen it so many times before, Roman still finds himself flushing at the sight. He instinctively spreads his legs a bit further when he glances towards Patton's big cock, before leaning back slightly.

"Enjoying the view?" Patton coos, teasingly, and Roman rolls his eyes at the comment.

"Maybe I am."

Patton chuckles at Roman's sass, before winking at him. "No need to be a dick, Roman, it was just a question."

Roman can't help laughing lightly at Patton's horrible pun, before Patton's pulling him in for yet another kiss. It's sweet, surprisingly so (compared to what else they've been doing), until the very end, where Patton bites Roman's lip as he pulls away. Not hard, and he's playfully tugging on it, but the thought of Patton biting down harder and making Roman's lip bleed makes him shiver.

Then, Patton reaches over him and digs into his nightstand, pulling out the lube. He glances at the flavor. Red velvet cake. Huh, it suited Roman.

He pushes Roman back down, onto his back, moving his lips down to Roman's neck. He leaves marks across it, occasionally puncturing the pretty skin, before his hands slides down Roman's body, eventually wrapping around his cock.

Roman gasps, and doesn't hesitate to buck his hips. Patton smiles at Roman's eagerness, his hand slowly stroking up and down Roman's half-hard cock.

"Patton..." Roman moans out, Patton thumbing over the slit of Roman's cock.

Patton's busy leaving marks over Roman's body, but he does enjoy more of the noises he's drawing from Roman. He also enjoys how unashamed Roman is to try and fuck into Patton's hand.

It's not long before Patton's hand is speeding up around him, smearing Roman's pre-come over his cock and jacking him off faster.

"Mm- Pat," Roman groans, squeezing his eyes shut, as his legs wrap tight around Patton's waist. They tense for a moment, squeezing around Patton's hips unintentionally, but it further encourages Patton to go faster.

"You're so beautiful, my prince," Patton coos, adoring the smile that appears on Roman's face at the compliment. Roman's eyes flutter open, and Patton momentarily catches them rolling into the back of his head, before he manages to steady said gaze on Patton.

"You're not t-too bad looking, yourself," Roman stammers out, and Patton laughs lightly at the words.

He winks, before pressing a quick kiss to Roman's lips. He found himself being rather sweet with Roman, but he found it hard not to be when Roman was so eager.

"Pat-" Roman moans out, after a bit, bucking his hips. "I'm close. I'm gonna come, 'm gonna-" Roman continues to babble out that he's close and going to come, before he ends up coming over his chest and Patton's hand with a high moan.

He's panting softly, as Patton pulls back slightly. He runs his fingers through the semen over Roman's chest, scooping a considerable amount onto his fingers, before he shoves the messy fingers into Roman's mouth.

Roman's startled, as any person with at least a bit of common sense would be, but after a moment he's eagerly sucking his own come off of Patton's fingers. Patton coos at him as he does so, praising him for being so pretty and so eager. Janus had told Patton that Roman was a bit of brat, but Patton was beginning to think that Roman only behaved that way for Janus.

Not that he minded, of course. Roman was hot regardless.

"Colour?" Patton asks, pulling his fingers out of Roman's mouth after a moment. He wipes Roman's spit on his bed sheets, much to Roman's disapproval.

"Green. That felt nice," Roman says, with a smile.

Patton chuckles. "Good, I'm glad, but I'm not done yet." Roman raises an eyebrow as he glances up at Patton's smug face. He has the bottle of lube in his hands. "Do you think you can handle coming again? Can I fuck your pretty body, baby-doll?"

A shiver courses through Roman's body, and he's quick to nod. "Yeah, yes, of course," he rushes out, his cock twitching in interest. Roman's face was a bright red in response to Patton's sultry voice, and he unashamedly lays back down on his back and spreads his legs wider, inviting Patton to do as he pleases.

Patton grins, uncapping the lube and squirting some onto his fingers.

He pushes Roman's legs apart further, before inserting a finger into Roman. Roman's hole spreads easily around it, and Patton's reminded of how big of a bottom Roman is.

He probably didn't even need to be stretched. Patton pushed a second finger into Roman, Roman whining at the feeling, and after making a few scissoring motions, he adds a third.

He doesn't stretch him for long, Roman whining out after a bit. "Patton, hurry up!" he begs, rolling his hips against Patton's fingers. Patton should feel that he's stretched enough! And even if he gets stretched more by Patton's thick cock, he wouldn't mind much.

Patton smiles at Roman's pleading, as he pulls his fingers out. He wipes those on the bedsheets as well, earning a groan from Roman.

"You're getting my bed dirty!"

"Your come is already all over it," Patton says. "Shush."

Roman huffs, but Patton does have a point. Roman would have to make sure to wash his damn sheets after this though. He didn't want to fall asleep in a sticky mess. That was more his brother's thing.

Patton quickly lubes up his cock, before thrusting into Roman. Roman gasps at the sensation, before immediately rolling his hips down on Patton's cock. Patton groans, his hands rubbing over Roman's muscular thighs.

"Don't wait," Roman pleas. "Just move- please."

And who was Patton to deny such a heartfelt request? He pulls out, only to slam back into Roman's hole, Roman moaning at the action.

Patton isn't gentle with him, instead roughly thrusting into Roman's ass. His hands move up on Roman's thighs, holding under his knees, before pushing his legs back so that Roman's knees are almost touching his chest.

He's not that flexible, so a painful stretch is felt through his legs, but he loves it.

Patton pounds into his hole, holding tight to Roman's legs. Patton's blunt nails are digging into Roman's thighs, scratching down them or just piercing the skin, leaving behind scratch marks that Roman would stare at for days after.

"Roman- Ro, you feel so good around my cock," Patton moans out leaning down and initiating another messy kiss with Roman. Roman can't hold it for long, though, quickly breaking it with a moan. Drool is dripping down his chin, unable to process it and wipe it away. Patton's glad he doesn't realize it though, finding it rather cute.

"Pat- Pat, Patton, you're so-" Roman cuts himself off with a loud moan, his back arching and his eyes rolling back into his head, as Patton nails his prostate. Patton coos, as he continues to abuse said spot, drawing louder and louder moans from Roman.

Patton smiles to himself, clearly enjoying how "I'm so what, Roman?" he asks, his voice coming out lower than expected, which causes Roman to whimper.

"So g-good at this," Roman stammers out, turning his face so it's buried in the crook of his arm, blushing darkly. He's not embarrassed, per se, but damn, Patton's kind of hot.

Patton let's out a surprisingly soft laugh at Roman's words, pressing gentle kisses to his neck as Roman's current position left it exposed. Of course, his neck was already absolutely covered in hickeys, as Patton couldn't resist leaving marks with how beautifully Roman was reacting.

"Pat- Patton I'm close," Roman eventually says, eyes screwed shut in pleasure. Patton smiles, one of his hands releasing Roman's thigh and moving instead to stroke his leaking cock. Roman immediately let out a cry at the action, trying to simultaneously buck up into Patton's hand and roll his hips back on Patton's cock.

He comes mere moments later with a high moan, semen shooting over his chest.

Patton thrusts into the prince a few more times, before he pulls out and starts quickly stroking his own cock, before coming over Roman's chest seconds later. He pants, as he sits back on his legs, just admiring Roman's red face and messy chest, before he runs his fingers through it.

"Messy boy," Patton coos, and Roman whines. "Can you open your mouth for me?"

Roman makes a noise of confusion, as he sits up on his elbows, some of the come on his chest dripping down. The feeling makes him shiver.

He does as Patton asks, however, and opens his mouth, and Patton shoves his fingers inside it. Roman frowns around his fingers, but sucks and licks the come off of Patton's fingers nonetheless.

Patton pulls them out after a few seconds, and Roman licks his lips.

"That's gross," he mumbles, and Patton just giggles in response, kissing Roman's cheek.

"Yeah, yeah," he says, before sliding off the bed. "I'll go start the bath for you. Okay?" Roman lets out a hum of affirmation, before Patton slips into Roman's connected bathroom. He starts a bath, before adding some of Roman's expensive looking bubbles. He then scoops Roman into his arms, pressing kisses over Roman's face before setting him in the bath, and then getting in the bath with him.

He gently helps Roman wash up, the two of them talking quietly as they do so.

"So, this was new," Roman says, leaning back against Patton's chest. "What brought this new mood on, love?"

"Something your brother said to me a while ago," Patton says, vaguely. "Why? What I did was okay, right?" His hands were softly running up and down Roman's sides, but stopped after hearing Roman's words.

Roman smiles, tilting his head to look up at Patton. "Yeah, this was more than okay. The making me eat semen was a tad gross, but, admittedly," he lowered his voice as he says "I enjoyed it."

Patton laughs lightly, internally grateful that Roman was being honest. It was definitely assuring to hear he enjoyed Patton's change in behaviour. "Good. I'm glad you did."

Roman hums, and there's silence for a few moments, before he asks "the marks all over Janus and Virgil... those are from you, aren't they?"

"Yeah. Finally connected the dots?"

"It'd make sense." Roman's own hand comes up to lovingly rub over the marks on his neck. "Considering... these, ya know?"

The two of them laughed softly, before Patton gently kisses Roman's neck, holding him tighter.

"I love you, Roro."

"I love you too, Pat."

***

Patton tapped his foot, unusually impatient as he stood outside of Logan's room. He'd been standing there for near ten minutes, and he hadn't heard any noise from inside. Patton sighed, as he moved the mug of tea in one of his hands under his arm, as he knocked again.

He waited a few seconds, as he'd been doing, before sighing yet again.

He checks the doorknob, and, finding it unlocked, quietly makes his way inside. There, he sees Logan, laying back on his bed, book in hand.

He looks up when Patton walks in.

"Ah, so you're who's been knocking," Logan states, pushing up his glasses, before turning his attention back to his book.

"It's rude to ignore people."

"If you needed something important, you would have just walked right in," Logan argues. "As you just did. What do you need?"

Patton lets out a quiet huff, setting down the two mugs of tea on the nightstand. Logan stares at them, before watching as Patton climbs onto the bed and into Logan's lap, before curling up against his chest.

It was Logan's turn to sigh, as he glances at the page of his book, before closing it and setting it to the side.

"If you wanted to cuddle, you could have just stated so through the door," Logan points out, wrapping one of his arms around Patton, while Patton grabs the other arm and entwines their hands, giving Logan's a gentle squeeze. Logan squeezes his in return.

Patton hums, eyes closed as he rests against Logan's chest. He can hear the logical side's steady heartbeat, and Patton tries to mimic Logan's steady breathing.

"That's not exactly what I wanted," Patton admits, voice quiet. "But I was deterred from my wants when you didn't answer right away. I thought you might be overworking yourself again."

"I hardly ever do that."

"How late were you up last night?"

Logan stares down at Patton's smug face, and Logan finally lets out a sigh of defeat. Whelp, Patton wins this round. Even if this wasn't necessarily a competition, and all Patton was really doing was proving a point, but anyway.

"If bringing me tea and cuddling weren't your initial reasons for needing me, then what were?" Logan questions, as he sits up slightly, still keeping Patton against his chest. He grabs one of the mugs of tea (the navy blue mug, specifically. It had the words "a Twink who can Think" written on the side. Not exactly Logan's style, but it was a birthday gift from Remus, so Logan used it often to show his appreciation) and brings it to his mouth, taking a small sip.

He showed no reaction, although the tea was personally too sweet for his liking. That's how he expected Patton to make it, though, so he drank more anyway to be nice.

Patton hums, pressing soft kisses against Logan's (unfortunately) still clothed chest.

"I wanted to have sex," Patton admits, eyes still closed. Logan's unfazed by the answer, but anyone who had to constantly deal with Remus's sex drive would be.

"Okay," Logan says, taking another small drink of the tea, before he sets it to the side. "Are you still in the mood to copulate, or has your need dissipated?"

"I'm still in the mood."

"Do you still want to perform intercourse?"

"Mhmm." Patton tilts his head upwards to smile at Logan. An all too sweet smile, and one that Logan was immediately suspicious of. "Do you?"

"Well, initially I was, but your tone has me curious," Logan admits. "And rather skeptical."

Patton laughs lightly, a familiar sound, and Logan can't help relaxing at the noise. His shoulders finally slouch, as Patton sits up fully, he and Logan now face to face. Patton rests their foreheads together, before finally leaning in and pressing their lips together.

Logan's hands both wrap themselves around Patton's waist, before sliding down to his ass almost immediately after. While Logan wasn't necessarily impatient, he was unhesitating, and tended to get right to the point.

Patton just giggled, as he wraps his own arms around Logan's neck.

He kisses him again, as Logan's hands squeeze and grope at his ass. Patton's own hands work to undo Logan's tie, before he wraps the tie around his hand, saving it for later. He then slides back and off of Logan's lap, earning a confused look from Logan as he does so.

He then sets his hands on Logan's shoulders, grinning, a bit more maliciously this time.

"Wh-," is all Logan's able to get out, before he's pushed onto his back. Patton makes quick work of grabbing Logan's wrists and tying them to the headboard, moving too fast for Logan to process it.

After a few seconds, he pulls against the bounds, before looking up at Patton, rather puzzled.

"When you said you wanted to copulate, I must admit, I didn't picture it going like this," Logan admits, as looks over Logan's body with a pleased smile.

His eyes momentarily dart towards Logan's face, and they shine with happiness.

"I thought you'd be harder to dom," Patton says, in a light, teasing manner, that causes Logan to frown. "But, alas, here you are. Already beneath me."

"You're domming?"

"No, I just have you tied down for the view." Patton rolls his eyes at Logan. For someone so smart, Logan was rather dumb. In return, Logan bitterly mutters "you've been spending too much time with Janus."

Patton giggles, as he brings Logan in for a kiss. "Yeah, you have a point. But... spending time with him has proved rather beneficial."

"Beneficial in what way?"

Patton grins, as his hands slowly slide up Logan's shirt. They teasingly brush over his nipples, before his hands come back down to grab Logan's shirt and push it up as much as he can.

In hindsight, it probably would have been good to take the shirt off before tying Logan up, but alas, Patton was also stupid. He'd make due with at least keeping Logan's shirt pulled up though.

Patton goes back to straddling Logan's lap, leaning down to press kisses along Logan's jaw and neck, as Logan just continues to wonder where the fuck this new energy from Patton came from. Logan swore that, just a few weeks ago, Patton could hardly ask for sex without blushing wildly or avoided looking him in the eye.

Now, here he was, teasingly nipping at Logan's neck, and grinding against him ever so softly, providing him with so little friction that Logan would have flipped their positions and hurried it up by now, if he wasn't currently restrained.

He tries to grind up against Patton, attempting to get some friction in order to satisfy his growing hard-on, which causes Patton to stop entirely.

Logan frowns, before he hears Patton chuckle lowly. "Aww, are you getting impatient?" Patton coos, teasingly. While weird, Logan doesn't find that too un-Patton-like. That is, until, Patton growls out "what a slut."

A shiver courses through Logan's body involuntarily, and his face immediately heats up.

Logan mutters a few curses under his breath, as Patton pulls away to admire Logan's pretty flushed face.

"Oh? Did you like that?" Patton asks, with a smirk. Logan doesn't answer, instead just staring back up at Patton with furrowed brows. He was biting his lip.

Patton narrowed his eyes, his smile falling, much to Logan's surprise. Patton's hands, that were previously feeling Logan up, slide to Logan's neck instead, where they're quick to apply pressure. Logan hardly manages a gasp, before his airway is suddenly restricted. Logan's eyes roll back into his head, and he bucks his hips.

Patton would love the sight if he didn't want an actual answer.

"I asked you a question," Patton says, voice stern and cold. Now that was unlike him. Logan would find it strange if he didn't find it so, so hot. "I demand an answer."

"Y-yes," Logan manages to choke out, drool pooling in the corner of his lips. Patton smiles at the answer, loosening his grip around Logan's neck, allowing the logical side to draw in a much needed breath. "Yes, I l-liked that," he clarifies, much to Patton's delight.

And already, Patton finds himself addicted to the sight. They've hardly done anything and Logan already looks a mess. His hair is ruffled and his face is bright red, and he's taking hesitant breaths, as if he's expecting Patton to restrict his airway at anytime.

"Good boy," Patton praises, pressing a kiss to the side of Logan's face. "See? Answering wasn't so hard. Unlike the problem in your pants." One of Patton's hands fall from Logan's neck, the other staying in place, and it comes down to the bulge in Logan's jeans. Patton firmly rubs over it, and Logan tries to grind up into his hand, causing Patton to pull his hand away, much to Logan's dismay.

Patton snickers. "I may be spending too much time with Janus, but you're spending too much time with Remus. His impatience is rubbing off on you."

Logan grumbles at the pun, before letting out a whine as Patton goes back to rubbing him. "You're b-being a tease," he stammers out, narrowing his eyes. He then adds "something I wouldn't normally expect from you."

Patton grins, before he stops palming Logan yet again, instead unbuttoning Logan's jeans. He has to move off of him in order to tug his pants down, pulling Logan's boxers off moments after.

Patton can't help turning a bit pink at the sight of Logan's fully erect cock, large and standing at attention. Patton could hardly help wrapping his hand around it and giving it a few strokes. Logan moans quietly at the contact, and he moans more when Patton's lips wrap around the head of his cock.

"Pat-" Logan barely manages to get out, before Patton's hand squeezes around his throat again. He moans as best he can, as Patton pops off his cock, instead placing kisses down the shaft.

"Oh, baby, I'm going to ride you until I break you," Patton coos, shivering himself at the idea.

Logan doesn't seem at all opposed to the idea, his hips instead bucking up, as he tugs on the restraints around his wrist.

Initially, Patton didn't want to tie him up, but he knows how dominant Logan is, and how easily he would have flipped the scripts provided his hands were free. Perks of being strong, it seemed.

Patton stares at Logan's cock for a moment, only being drawn out of his trance by a breathy whine, which reminds Patton that Logan actually needs to breathe.

He quickly lets go of Logan's throat, unable to resist muttering an apology, before reaching into his nightstand and grabbing Logan's almost empty tube of lube. He glances at the flavor, disappointed to see that it had no special flavor.

"Just normal lube?" Patton asks. "Didn't Remus get us all different flavors?"

"Mines gone already," Logan admits, in between breaths. "It was salted caramel. Not the most interesting, but Remus enjoyed it."

"Are you sure he didn't just enjoy sucking you off?"

"Touché."

"And, before we get started, what's the safeword?"

"Red."

"And if you can't speak?"

"To- to snap my fingers three times." Logan's face heats up at the implication he won't be able to speak a lot during this... encounter.

Patton smiles as he sets the lube to the side, an utterance of "good boy," slipping from his lips, causing Logan to bite his lips in order to hold back a whine. "Can you snap for me, just to make sure you can?"

Logan nods, and wiggles his bound hands a bit, before snapping his fingers three times.

Patton smiles, before he quickly works to rid himself of his pants. He then hesitates when going to pull up his shirt. The moral side pauses, looking at Logan with a smirk, as he runs his hands over his nipples, letting out a quiet moan. He's staring into Logan's eyes as he slides his shirt up to his mouth, biting it in an effort to keep it up so his chest is displayed, as he continues to pinch and twist at his nipples.

Logan's eyes are trained on Patton's body. His jaw works to say something, but he seems to be hesitant to say it.

This just makes Patton grin wider, as he throws his head back in order to moan, gently grinding his cock against Logan's, making them both groan at the friction.

"Don't," Logan mutters, and Patton stills his movements.

"Don't?" Patton repeats, raising an eyebrow, as he keeps his gaze with Logan.

"Don't tease," Logan says, sounding like a mixture between a beg and an order. This causes Patton to frown, as he leans over Logan yet again, moving their lips close together.

He's glaring; a rare sight to see from Patton, and a gaze that Logan's finds himself surprisingly going weak under.

"Do you think you're under any authority to tell me what to do?" Patton growls out, in such a way that makes Logan's face involuntarily turn a bright red. He sputters over his words, a thing Logan never does, before he feels Patton's hand wrap around his throat yet again.

He squeezes, once again cutting off Logan's airflow, and causing Logan to tug on his restraints, his hips bucking yet again.

"You don't have the control here," Patton hisses, as he leans down further to nibble on Logan's earlobe, sending a shiver up Logan's spine. Afterwards, he places a soft kiss to Logan's cheek, an indicator of the normally soft and sweet Patton, and a stark contrast to his current, rather sexy behaviour.

Logan whines, tugging on the restraints again, futile attempts to get out of the knot Patton tied tight around his wrists. Janus had taught him some rope-tying techniques before Patton tied Virgil up, and then Virgil offered to teach him some more. It was a good skill to know, especially when it came to being kinky.

Patton leans back again, grabbing the lube and sitting up on his knees. He squirts some on his fingers, before gently sliding one into himself. He stretches easily around his fingers, not that he's surprised. He makes a show of letting out over the top moans and groans however, and after he inserts two fingers, he's rocking on them. He thrusts them in and out of his ass, moaning out Logan's name, causing Logan to bite his lip and groan.

After he finished stretching himself, he quickly lubes up Logan's cock, giving it a few teasing strokes as he does so. Logan whines, attempting to fuck into Patton's hand.

"Please," Logan begs, but doesn't ask Patton not to tease, in fear he'll just continue to prolong this.

Patton grins, as his knees lay by either side of Logan's waist. He has Logan's cock in one hand, lining it up with his entrance. He waits only a few seconds before sinking down on Logan's cock.

He moans as he does so, coming to rest momentarily at the base of Logan's cock. He rolls his hips, letting out a shaky breath. Logan moans at the feeling as well, tugging at his restraints yet again. He wanted so badly to put his hands on Patton's hips to help guide him, or flip him onto his back and start mercilessly pounding into him. But alas, he could not.

Curse the evil mechanism that was his tie tied around his wrists smh.

Patton lets himself adjust for only a few seconds, before he raises his hips and slams back down on Logan's cock. They both moan again, before Patton's hand is back around Logan's neck.

He squeezes as he slowly starts bouncing consistently on Logan's cock, enjoying the feeling of being filled, while also enjoying the view he has of Logan's expression. Raised eyebrows and choked moans barely making it past his lips.

He looks so... unprofessional. Askew glasses, and drool leaking from his lips. His eyes are half-lidded, as he stares at Patton's lewd face as he moans.

Patton stares right back when he can, as in when his eyes weren't screwed shut in pleasure. He'd been so busy fucking the others, he'd forgotten how good taking a cock felt. He was sure any of them would be willing to fuck him senseless (with the exception of Roman, who'd probably do what Patton was currently doing to Logan and ride him senseless), especially with the way he's been treating them, but he wanted to be in charge.

He was reiterating this point to Logan especially, as he knew how much the man valued control.

And, well, Logan was reacting beautifully to control being ripped away from him. Pathetically tugging on the tie around his wrists, attempting to fuck into Patton as best he could, which only resulted in Patton squeezing his throat tighter.

Logan loves the feeling, as oxygen stopped its flow to the brain. He knew it was dangerous, although he knew Patton released his throat often enough so their wouldn't be permanent damage.

As much as Logan loved being choked, he also liked having a functioning brain, so he had to balance it out somehow.

Patton speeds up his bouncing on Logan's cock, as his hand tightens and loosens around Logan's neck whenever he sees fit. Logan bites his lip to try and hold back sounds, but he can't help the pathetic noises that escaped him whenever Patton went back to choking him.

Patton had never choked him before. Logan had never even mentioned to Patton that he liked being choked before.

If he wasn't in such a heavenly state, he'd ask how Patton knew about such a thing.

Questions for a later date, it seemed, as Patton suddenly arched his back and let out a high whine, as his prostate was hit. Logan tugged on the restraints again, as he bucked his hips, drawing a loud moan out of Patton.

His bouncing was fast and rather sloppy, as he was determined to come. He felt himself grow close as he continued to abuse his prostate.

He loosened his grip on Logan's neck yet again, before he asks "are you close, baby?" His voice is low, and he has to still his bouncing for a short moment so he could ask without interrupting himself with a noise.

Logan moans in affirmation, squeezing his eyes shut so he didn't have to face Patton's intense gaze.

He hated the way that Patton could stare at him with so much lust and passion; it took his breath away. And despite being normally so confident, he couldn't hold his gaze for long.

Patton lets out a breathy laugh, that quickly turns into a moan as his bouncing speeds up again, before Logan moans beneath him and releases his seed into Patton. Patton narrows his eyes and squeezes Logan's throat, as he hisses out "I didn't give you permission," before he sinks down fully on Logan's cock and comes across Logan's chest and lower face with a low groan.

Logan grimaces as he feels Patton's semen hit his face, but otherwise he opens his eyes as he pants, meeting Patton's seemingly angry gaze. He expects Patton to remove his hand from around Logan's neck and untie him, but that doesn't happen. Instead, Patton continues glaring at him, before he raises his hips and slams them back down, clenching around Logan's flaccid cock and letting out a moan at the action.

Logan couldn't help the groan that escaped him, as he choked out a few incoherent words. Patton eased his grip, allowing Logan to sputter out "what are you doing?"

Patton's hips are flush with Logan's body. He's rolling his hips, as he grins at Logan.

"I'm riding you," he answers, a malicious undertone in his voice.

Logan groans, as Patton continues grinding back and forth, continuously clenching around Logan's cock and working him back to full hardness. "You already did that," Logan points out, in between shaky breaths.

"Hmm, I know," Patton says, as he raises his hips, before sinking down slowly, focusing more on feeling Logan's large cock fill him up. He lets out a small gasp, rolling his hips as his hips once again land on Logan's waist. "But, I want you to behave better this time, okay, slut?" Logan moans at the name, before letting out a whine afterwards. "Besides," Patton continues. "I did promise to ride you until I broke you. And, well, you can still talk, and I find that to be a bit of an issue."

Logan whimpers, as Patton resumes his slow bouncing on Logan's cock, leaning down to play with Logan's nipples. He licks around them, before latching onto on, sucking lightly on it and continuing to tease it with his tongue, while one of his hands play with Logan's other nipple.

Logan gasps. "Fu-" he starts, but before he could even get out the naughty word, Patton's squeezing tight around his throat. He bucks his hips, eyes rolling back into his head, as Patton pulls back and tsks.

"Shut it, whore," Patton spits, before gently kissing the side of Logan's face. Logan hardly reacts to it, just moaning quietly, and rather pathetically.

Logan groaned, eyes squeezed shut as Patton's bouncing sped up, hand loosening before he asks "colour?"

"Green," Logan moans out, voice completely unsteady and high. "Pat-"

"Shut up," Patton hisses, going back to squeezing his throat. Logan doesn't seem to mind being interrupted, as he lets out a strangled moan, tears pricking his eyes. Patton knew he was feeling overstimulated, and Patton felt the same way the moment he put his hand on his cock.

He was stroking himself fast, back arched as one of his hands gripped Logan's shoulder, releasing Logan's throat entirely. "If you come before I say so, we'll do this all again. Be a good boy and listen, okay whore?"

"Ok-okay," Logan stammers out, as he takes a breath and then moans almost immediately after.

It was so good to see him like this; drooling and fucked out, clearly enjoying Patton using him and degrading him.

Patton moans, as Logan's cock continues to hit his prostate, and as his hand continued to quickly work over his own sensitive cock. The room is filled with Patton's moans and occasional dirty words, and Logan's own pathetic whines and moans. They continue, before Patton's coming again with a high cry, once again making a mess of Logan's chest and face.

This time, Logan can't be bothered to care, as he's too busy tugging against his restraints "Patton- Pat, please, I need to come," Logan pleads, as Patton sinks down fully on his cock yet again, continuing to grind against it, and letting out whines as he does so.

Patton doesn't answer him at first, before he leans down and bites Logan's earlobe, murmuring "come for me" lowly into his ear. Logan's back arches as he comes into Patton yet again, Patton groaning as he's filled with more seed, before he rises off of Logan's cock, and sits to the side for a moment, catching his breath. Then, he unties Logan, who rubs his wrists but otherwise doesn't move.

"You okay?" Patton asks, and Logan nods in response, before he fixes his glasses, and tugs down his shirt.

"We should clean up," he responds, pushing himself up and grabbing Patton's arm. Patton chuckles lightly at Logan's cleanliness priority, but he understands where he's coming from. Logan helps Patton off the bed and to the bath, where the two of them wash up, mutually taking care of each other, before going back to Logan's bed (that he makes sure is clean enough for the two of them to sleep on), before Patton crawls in and pulls Logan in with him. Despite being a tad shorter, Patton takes on the role of the "big spoon" this time, holding Logan close to his chest, and placing soft kisses along Logan's bare shoulder and neck.

After a bit of silence, and comfortable cuddling, Logan finally lets out a noise displaying that something is occupying his mind. "Hmm..."

Patton has an educated guess on what it is, but he still asks "what're you thinkin' about, Lo?"

"You," the logical side admitted. "The behaviour you displayed today was unusual."

"Did you not have fun?" A slight bit of worry seeped into Patton's voice, which causes Logan to furrow his brows and turn in Patton's grip, leaning his head against Patton's chest.

"That's not what I'm implying in the slightest," Logan assures him. "I'm just pointing out that you're not typically dominant in a sexual setting." He hums, before adding "not usually in a romantic setting, either."

"You always let others take the lead; I honestly didn't even know you were capable of doing what you did today," he says. Patton listens, continuing to softly kiss Logan's head, which further proved Logan's point. Patton always had a tendency to be rather soft.

"Maybe I wanted to try something different."

"Was that the case here?"

Patton chewed the inside of his cheek, before admitting "partially."

Logan hummed again, before prompting Patton with "tell me all of it." And Patton, knowing Logan's curious and persistent nature, sighed, and kissed him a final time, before he gave him a recount of what had happened that led to all of this.

***

Soft kisses and encouraging words were exchanged between Patton and most of the others over the next few days. By now, everyone, excluding Remus, knows about what Patton had done and was planning.

Janus continued to feed Patton information, while the others, excluding Roman, provided Patton with a plethora of ideas.

Some of which sounded extreme, but upon further thinking about them, Patton realized they were all things that had been done to him previously by the others. That reminder caused him to turn red in the face, which of course caused them all to coo over how cute he is.

He ends up spending those few days cuddling with each of his boys, and the six of them hanging out together and watching movies or playing games.

Almost a week goes by without any sex, and everyone's fine with that. They're all too wrapped up in each other's loving embrace to even care, and that's what Patton adores the most.

But, that doesn't men he isn't plotting something. The more time that passes, the more he catches Remus whining about his high sex drive to the others. He goes to Janus, who promptly turns him down, passing it off as not being in the mood. Then to Virgil, who refuses, and instead offers cuddles (which Remus bitterly accepts). Then Logan, who claims he has too much work to do, but at least lets Remus cockwarm him, at the least. That's not enough, though, and that's what Patton was counting on.

Eventually, Patton got a knock on his door. A contrast to the way things have usually been going.

Patton, guessing who it was, hops off his bed, before sticking his leg under there to double check that the box was still where he had hid it. His foot eventually hit it, and he smiled, before walking to the door.

He opens it, and was greeted with the man he expected, Remus.

Remus was swaying back and forth on his feet, grinning happily. "Heya Pat!" he greets, shoving his way into the room, and pushing Patton off to the side in the process. Remus grips Patton's wrists and tugs him after him seconds later though, hardly giving Patton time to react.

He pulls Patton into his bed, pushing him onto his back before Remus crawls over him.

"Patty cake," he purrs, before pressing kisses to the side of Patton's face. "I wanna play."

Patton giggles, wrapping his arms around Remus's neck. He pulls Remus in for an actual kiss, one that's short and sweet, and definitely more Patton's style. Remus happily returns it, before placing more kisses over Patton's face.

"Is that a yes, Pat? Can I play with you?" Remus presses more kisses, this time trailing down Patton's neck, as if that will help persuade him. "I want to fuck you so bad, Pat." He practically moans out the statement, hands gripping tight to Patton's waist.

And, finally, Patton says something. With a sweet look on his face, he responds with "no."

Remus immediately whines as Patton pushes him away, landing on his back in the space next to him. "What do you mean 'no!?' Why not!?"

It's Patton's turn to grin, as he sits up, before quickly climbing over Remus, pressing their lips together before Remus has time to question it. When Patton breaks the kiss, much to Remus's dismay, Patton finally answers him, clarifying "because I want to play with you instead."

Remus can't help the shiver that courses through him, and he lets out a weirdly pleased giggle. "Oh? Is that so? Well come on then, Snackcake. Show me what you got."

There's a challenging tone in his voice that causes Patton to narrow his eyes. Clearly, Remus doesn't believe he can do it, which, admittedly, Patton expected as well. He was, after all, the one who started this whole thing.

Patton giggles again, pressing another quick kiss to Remus's lips as he does, before he climbs off of him and to the side of the bed. He leans down, so he can reach under it, giving Remus a nice view of his (unfortunately still) clothed ass. Remus licks his lips as he stares, propping himself up on his shoulders so he can appreciate it a little more, before Patton sits back up, holding a pretty pink box covered in puppy stickers.

Remus snorts, shuffling closer to Patton. "What's in there, Patty?

Patton smiles sweetly, as he opens the box, tilting it to show the contents to Remus, who's grin quickly faltered as he stared with wide eyes. Cock cages and long, thick black rope; fluffy green handcuffs that Remus could imagine being locked around his wrists. There were gags and strips of cloth, preferably for blindfolds, and a plethora of vibrators and dildos that made one of Remus's hand trail down to his crotch, as he started palming himself with excitement.

Smiling at Remus's reaction, Patton sets the box to the side, moving back over to the intrusive side.

"Are you getting excited, my dear?" Patton coos, voice still sickeningly sweet. "I've been collecting these. The others offered me plenty of toys, but I felt like these would excite you the most."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Patton smiles, grabbing the handcuffs he caught Remus staring at minutes earlier. "We won't be able to use all of them today though," Patton's voice suddenly drops as he grabs Remus's face and tilts his head to the side, allowing Patton to whisper into his ear. "Although it'd be rather cute to hear you cry and beg as I make you come over and over and over again. Don't you agree?"

"Fuck," Remus mutters, as he nods eagerly. "Hell yeah I do."

Patton chuckles lowly, pressing a soft kiss to the side of Remus's face, as he murmurs "good boy," before pulling Remus in for rough kiss. His hands are quick to push Remus down, and he makes quick work of cuffing Remus to the headboard, which Remus grins at. Patton breaks the kiss in order to grab something from the nightstand. Remus assumes it's lube, but he gasps when Patton pulls out something else.

He turns to Patton with wide eyes, clearly excited by the object in his hands. His legs kick in delight, as he couldn't exactly flop his hands around, and he smiles with glee.

"Ooo, goodie! A knife!" he cheers, watching it with complete attention as Patton runs his finger along the blade, grinning down at Remus with newfound hunger in his eyes. Such a stare that Remus bites his lip in anticipation. "You gonna cut me, Snackcake? Slice my stomach open and cause my organs to spill out? Did you know that most people can survive for a while after that happens? Sometimes even for day- mmph!" Remus is suddenly silenced as Patton sticks his fingers in his mouth, desperately trying to silence his grotesque thoughts.

Remus doesn't seem to mind all that much, however, as he quickly works his tongue, eagerly licking over Patton's fingers and attempting to suck them down his throat, moaning when Patton shoves them deeper, while Patton moves the knife under Remus's "pajama shirt" (although it wasn't much of a shirt; more like a crop top). Remus shivers as he feels the cold blade tease over his skin.

He knows he has to be still, so he doesn't get hurt, but he honestly wants nothing more than to just arch into the blade and feel it puncture his skin.

Maybe he would, if he knew Patton wouldn't stop after seeing his blood and guts, but alas, he would, and then Remus wouldn't be getting that sexy sex he had been craving.

Patton keeps his fingers in Remus's mouth for a few more seconds, before he pulls them out, Remus licking his lips afterwards.

Patton looked at his fingers, before scoffing, wiping the spit off on Remus's own face. "Slut. Eager to suck on anything I give you, huh?"

"Uh-huh." Remus is quick to nod, toes curling as he ever so carefully leans up into the knife. It doesn't do much, other than cause the knife to press into him a little bit further, but the anticipation makes him bite his lip.

Patton smiles at Remus's agreement, but honestly expected nothing less.

He teases the knife up his stomach, before suddenly slicing upwards and cutting Remus's shirt apart. The blade just barely drags across Remus's chest as Patton does so, and he groans as he feels that light sting from it.

"Fuck, Patty, you do not mess around," Remus says, grinning as Patton snorts. "I woulda thought you'd need some time to practice before you did something like this! Not that I'm complaining."

Now it's Patton's turn to grin. "Who's to say I haven't already taken the time to practice?"

Remus looks confused for a moment, as his himbo brain tries to process what exactly Patton means by that, before his face lights up in clarity. "You were the one leaving all those marks over everyone! I knew- I knew they were saying that they were from each other, but they looked wrong!"

"Playing detective, were you?" Patton teases, and Remus wiggles his eyebrows.

"Not at the time," he says, before winking. "But I'll always be willing detective for you, Snackcake."

"I'm sure you would."

They both laugh, amused at each other's playful nature. And, while, Remus's was more flirty and Patton's was more teasing, they still surprisingly bounced well off of one another.

Patton leans down to kiss Remus, deep and passionate, and Remus immediately parts his lips to allow Patton access. As much as he'd love to be a brat, he was interested in Patton's dominance. That, and he was eager to just be pleasured.

Patton trails the knife back down Remus's chest, the blade never cutting, but pressed down firm enough so that there was the chance Patton could at any moment. He circles it around Remus's nipples, before he sets the knife back on the nightstand, instead pulling back and attaching his lips to Remus's nipples instead.

He licks and sucks over them, teasing them with his hands as well, before he moves his lips down Remus's body. He kisses and nips where he can, teasing the waist of Remus's pants with his hands, before he moves them away again, much to Remus's dismay.

He was never patient, although that was already known, but he couldn't do much while handcuffed. Nothing more than wrapping his legs around Patton's waist.

"Patty, why do you make me wait?" Remus complains, obviously being overdramatic. Patton snorts, before kissing Remus's neck.

"Complain anymore and I'll make you wait longer," the moral side threatens in response, voice low as he speaks, before he suddenly bites down on Remus's neck, puncturing his skin and drawing blood. Remus squeals at the action, before Patton laps up the blood and sucks on the mark, creating a hickey, and causing Remus to moan.

"Oh fuck, Pat, do that again! Please," Remus begs, tilting his head to allow Patton access. "Mark me up and make me your whore, Patty." He tries to grind up on Patton's leg, but Patton grabs his hips and hold them down, earning a whine.

"Shh, baby," Patton says, kissing the hickey he just made. "You'll get what you want soon enough. Now, can you tell me the safeword?"

"Red, now can we-"

"Ah, ah, ah," Patton cuts in, eyes sparkling. "And if you can't talk?"

Remus shudders. "Snap my fingers three times."

"Good boy. Make sure you can for me." He watches as Remus snaps his fingers three times, before giving Patton a proud smile. Patton smiles back, placing a sweet kiss to his lips, before going back to attacking his neck.

And while it's not exactly what Remus wants, he's willing to take whatever Patton's willing to give him.

Besides, he'd be more than happy to parade around in little clothing in order to show off all the bites and marks Patton was going to leave. He'd adore each reminder that he was Patton's whore.

Patton continues to mark up his neck, leaving bites along his shoulders as well. Remus happily lets Patton mark him up, moaning and whining loudly (as well as occasionally asking Patton to touch him elsewhere, which just earns him rougher bites), as he squirms under Patton's hands.

He keeps trying to buck his hips, desperate for friction against his hardening cock, but each time is to no avail thanks to Patton's hands.

"Mmm, have I ever acknowledged how strong you are? Because I'm strong, and you're stronger than me, which is really fucking hot, but also super annoying," Remus says, talking fast and occasionally being interrupted by gasps and moans, as Patton doesn't stop marking him.

"Not my fault you're impatient," Patton mutters, and Remus pouts.

He eventually obliges however, as his hands ease up around Remus's waist and travel to his waistband instead, where he quickly makes work of tugging down Remus's pants, unsurprised by the lack of boxers and by Remus's hard cock springing to attention.

Patton tosses Remus's pants to the side, before running his thump over the slit of Remus's cock. He pulls it away and raises an eyebrow. "Leaking already?" he asks, rubbing Remus's precum on his sheets. "Pathetic."

Remus whines at the name, but spreads his legs, inviting Patton to do with him as he pleased.

"Can't help it," he whines out. "You're hot."

Patton snorts, before he works to strip himself of his clothes, slowly uncovering his body. Remus was quick to stare, eyes hungrily scanning over Patton's thicker build and half-hard cock. He licks his lips as he stares at it.

Patton then goes to reach for the nightstand, before he hesitates, and he turns his attention back to the box he had gotten out instead. He moves some things around, before he pulls something out. Remus whines when he sees it. A cock ring.

Afterwards, Patton reaches into the nightstand and pulls out his lube. Remus is momentarily distracted by it, and snickers when he sees it.

"You still haven't used all of that?" Remus asks, a mix of surprised and amused. Although it made sense Patton would use it the least, based on each of their libidos, and his tendency to prefer sweeter things over sexual ones. Patton just shakes his head at the question, smiling, as he uncaps it.

"You don't need to be prepped, right baby?" Patton asks, knowing that Remus would probably stretch easily around his cock. "You're so much of a whore that you can take my cock with ease, can't you?"

Remus nods, attempting to spread his legs further. "Uh-huh! I can take you big cock, Patty. God, I want you fuck me so bad!"

"Patience, baby," Patton coos, as he quickly lubes up the cock ring. He slips it onto Remus's cock, Remus whining and muttering "evil" at the device, before Patton worked to quickly lather up his own cock. Remus watches him eagerly as he did so. Why would he miss the opportunity to watch Patton stroke himself, especially when that meant he was getting fucked soon?

Patton grips one of Remus's thighs, pushing it further, so that his knee is touching his side, sending a pleasurable pain up his thigh. He moans at it, loving any sort of feeling he's given.

Patton teases his cock at Remus's entrance, grinning as he feels Remus attempt to push back on it, eager to be filled. He pushes in slowly, both of them groaning at the action. Remus tugs on the handcuffs, whining.

"Fuck, don't wait," Remus begs, rolling his hips down on Patton's cock. And Patton hardly hesitates, instead going straight to pounding into Remus, eliciting a moan from him. That is, until, Patton's hand wraps around his throat and squeezes almost immediately, cutting off Remus's air supply and causing him to choke out a cry.

"P-Pat," he barely manages to say, mouth open in a silent moan as Patton continues to pleasure him. Patton just leans down to kiss him, which doesn't go that well considering Remus can't breathe, but they both try. Patton eases up his hold on Remus's throat, Remus immediately sucking in a breathe, before he tilts his head up and deepens the kiss. Patton's tongue is inside of Remus's mouth, both of them engaged in a sloppy battle that they both adore.

Patton's hand that was previously around his neck moves down to Remus's other leg, pushing that one up as well and lifting Remus's hips off the bed, allowing Patton a better angle, and he begins to thrust directly into Remus's prostate, causing the intrusive side's back to arch and him to moan.

"Fuck! Right there!" Remus cries out, eyes rolling back into his head as his toes curl, Patton's hands moving from his legs to his waist, allowing Remus to wrap his legs around Patton's waist, Patton groaning as he thrusts deeper into Remus.

"Baby, Remus, God, you're so hot," he moans out, pressing quick kisses to Remus's face and bending him further in the process. And, God, Patton just kept pushing his flexibility and sending more jolts of pain through his body that only works to increase the volume of his moans.

"Fuck- fuck Patty I'm close," he cries out, head thrown back in pleasure, loving the way Patton so easily moves him around, and hardly gives a second thought about what he's doing to Remus.

A low growl escapes Patton, as does a scoff. "Already? Pathetic. I would have expected a whore like you would have longer stamina. Even Roman lasted longer than you did."

"Can't-" Remus is interrupted with a cry as Patton's hand wraps around his cock. "Can't help it! You just make me feel so- so good! God, I love th-this. I love being used like your toy, Pat!"

"You are my toy," Patton grits out, stroking Remus cock fast and in tune with his thrusts, only further working against Remus's favor (or, in it, depending on which way one chose to look at this) and brings him even closer.

Especially as he heard Patton's groans evolve into increasingly desperate moans. At least it was sweet to know Patton was enjoying this as much as he was.

"Ah! The ring, Patty, please- t-take it off!" he begs, bucking his hips, which only causes Patton to release his cock, Remus crying out in displeasure. Patton's hand goes back to his throat, squeezing it tightly.

He pants as his other hand digs into the skin on Remus's thighs, scratching his skin and leaving marks Remus would obsess over for days to follow. "Shh, baby," Patton coos, squeezing tighter around Remus's neck. Remus's tongue hands shamelessly out of his throat, drool running down his chin. "You'll get to come eventually." His promise has an undertone of malice that would make Remus moan if he could breathe.

Patton continues to abuse Remus's prostate, very rarely easing up on Remus's throat in order to hear his raspy breaths and broken moans, only to tighten his grip once more.

Remus clenches around his cock, causing Patton to moan, his hips stuttering as he suddenly comes into Remus. Remus arches back and moans, a tear falling down his face as Patton releases his neck.

"Pat- Patton- Patty," Remus chants, begging with every nickname for Patton he could think of. "The ring- take the ring off, please." Patton doesn't answer at first, keeping his cock buried inside Remus, as he slowly lowers hi body back fully onto the bed. Remus keeps his legs around Patton's waist, as if that'll convince him to take the ring off, or at least do something.

And, well, Patton does do something. After a moment of relaxing, Patton suddenly starts his thrusting back up again, going hard and fast and hardly giving Remus a breather.

"Patton!" Remus cries out, back arching, as he tugs rapidly on the handcuffs. "The ring! T-take it off! Please!"

"Don't tell me what to do," Patton growls out, hand wrapping around Remus's cock once more, stroking it fast as he did previously. Remus whines, more tears falling down his face.

"Please! I need to come so bad," he pleads. "I've been a g-good toy, Patty! I'll be your good little toy forever, I swear, fuck you make me feel so- so good!"

Desperation is clear in his voice, it cracking and shaking with each and every word. Despite feeling like heaven, Remus being prevented from coming was pure hell. He needed release so bad, and Patton refuses to let him have it. Evil sexy dilf.

Patton groans, connecting his and Remus's lips in a messy kiss, as he nips at Remus's lip, before he feels Patton slip the ring off, his hand moving faster than before.

"Oh fuck- Patty, can I come? Please? Please?!"

Patton nods, murmuring "come for me, slut," and Remus comes with a high cry of gibberish, before Patton finishes in side of him for the second time.

Remus groans when Patton pulls out, Patton quickly working to unlock the handcuffs around Remus's wrists. The moment his hands were free, Remus shifted his position in order to shove two fingers inside himself. Patton raises an eyebrow, before the idea clicks in his head, and he looks back at the box. He digs through it again (tossing the ring and handcuffs inside in the process), before pulling out a butt plug.

Patton quickly lubes up the plug, before slipping it in after Remus pulls his fingers out.

"Fuck, I love being full of your come, Patty," Remus purrs, rubbing his stomach as he licks his lips. Patton gently smacks his head.

"I gave you a pass during sex, but watch your language," Patton says, as he grabs his shirt from the floor. Remus tosses the the rest of his cut shirt onto the floor, as Patton wipes Remus's come off his chest, before peppering his face in kisses.

"Cuddles?" Patton asks, significantly softer now that they're out of a sexual setting, and Remus lets out a weirdly pleased giggle at the question.

"Of course!" He pulls Patton close to him, happily curling into Patton's chest and wrapping his arms around Patton, his hands coming to rest (after squeezing a few times) Patton's ass. Patton doesn't say anything, respecting Remus for the perv he is, as he resorts to running his own fingers through Remus's hair in order to sooth him.

Patton was proud of himself. He was also extremely satisfied. And, judging from Remus's snores, he was too. 

(Thrust Count : 16,000+. Thank you to my pogchamp who wrote this, its another request something about Patton topping everyone.)