A/n: Prompt where Logan's the dom and Virgil's the sub, and While Logan's out running errands, Virgil isn't allowed to use the bathroom until Logan gets home and gives him permission. Or doesn't.

Saw this prompt on tumblr, decided to write! : D

✨TW✨

•smut. No explicit sex but kinky activity is going on

"Please" Virgil whimpered, begging to Logan with a strong whine in his voice (which he clearly wasn't trying to hide)as he squirmed in front of the toilet with a look of pure need on his face. His legs stood beneath him uncrossed, his hips swaying side to side. He was trying his hardest not to piss all over the tiled bathroom floor. At least, until he was given the permission to do so.

Logan let Virgil's plead sit in silence for a moment, pretending as if he was actually considering letting him go. "No." He said simply over the phone, denying his lover's need.

See, Logan and Virgil were playing a little game, in which Logan had to run some errands, and Virgil was to not use the restroom unless permission was given while Logan was gone. He had been gone for a little over five hours now, and the effects of all those drinks he was told to have were really kicking in. Virgil knew he wasn't allowed to go, and that just made him need to pee even more.

Logan had told him he was on his way home, and Virgil, quite literally, couldn't wait.

Logan had some cameras set up inside the house for security, but for today, it was purely just so that while he was out, he could see everything. Every beautiful squirm, every leg cross, every time Virgil looked longingly towards the bathroom door, his eyes filled with nothing but desperation.

And that lead to where Virgil was now. Logan had called him, and told him to go inside of the bathroom, and stare at what he couldn't have, even though it was right there, taunting him. Virgil stared at the porcelain toilet bowl as he was ordered not to hold himself.

He stood with his thighs inches apart, his full bladder feeling as if it was sagging deeply below him, forcing his trembling shoulders to hunch over.

"P-please, sir!" Virgil groaned, shifting from foot to foot, "can I at least cross my legs?!" Virgil had a panicked, rushed tone to his voice. Logan knew what that meant. They'd played these games before, and Logan knew Virgil's limits. Virgil was so close to losing it.

"Of course, baby" Logan said, smirking as he watched the cameras from his car. He was only allowing this because he didn't want Virgil to wet without him.

Virgil quickly crossed his legs, jamming his hands between his thighs, and doubled over. He felt dribbles leak out without his permission, and he shouted out in shock.

Then, Virgil heard the slamming of the car door. Logan had finally made it home, clearly taking his time to park. Virgil was bouncing on his toes, waiting for Logan to hurry up and come inside so that he could finally get some relief.

But Logan had an idea. An awful, evil idea.

He smirked.

"I'm home, baby!" He called out, barely able to contain his excitement.

And Virgil sighed in relief.

"Why don't you Come help with the groceries, pet?" Logan asked, smirking slyly.

And Virgil's tear filled eyes—which he was pretty sure wasn't even tears at this point, but piss—widened to their full extent. He knew Logan was cruel, but this was a different kind of torture.

And the sight before Logan, a squirming, begging, completely fallen apart mess that was Virgil—well, it was beautiful. Everything he'd ever dreamed of. Everything he'd been fantasizing over the past few nights. No matter how many times he saw him with that faint blush, downcast, embarrassed eyes, and trembling form, it never got old.

Virgil hobbled his way out of the bathroom, and outside. He wouldn't dare disobey his Sir. Every step was jostling and jiggling his bladder uncomfortably, but Logan would always get what he wanted from him. He finally made it outside, and grabbed an armful of groceries, practically running back into the house as Logan slowly grabbed the rest.

Virgil was bouncing off of every wall, his member clamped tightly within his grasp. His breathing was erratic, his breaths sharp and jagged. With every breath he took, another spurt leaked as his bladder jabbed painfully.

And Logan was completely aroused.

"Oh, pet...so pretty...so pretty for Sir...So desperate" he whispered. Virgil whimpered, a small gasp escaping him as Logan lead them to the bathroom, "so, so good for me."

Virgil stood in front of the toilet as Logan directed him to, bouncing up and down, biting his lip, and crossing his legs. He had to go so badly, but Logan clearly wanted to drag it out a little longer than usual. Virgil could curse himself for being so sexy like this. He was going to fall apart if he wasn't granted permission very soon.

Logan turned the water faucet on, not to it's high setting, but to where it made a few loud drips at a time. He put the toilet lid down, and sat on it in front of Virgil. He could practically see the confusion on his lover's face, and hear the way his heart dropped. Logan found that almost laughable—Virgil couldn't have possibly thought that he was getting out of this dry, could he?

"Sit in my lap" Logan commanded.

Virgil gave him a look of understanding, almost feeling stupid for not figuring that part out himself. And sitting in Logan's lap, their faces mere inches apart, his legs spread wide open, and the faucet dripping...well, it was too much for Virgil. Way too much, but he couldn't go unless he was given permission. That was how it worked. That was how he liked it.

He made a few high pitched noises of arousal and discomfort, and looked right into Logan's eyes. And Logan knew that he was silently begging to be allowed to let go. His bladder had been abused far too much that day.

And Logan just smirked, straddling his lover, their faces mere inches apart, and he whispered, "no."

And as Virgil's eyes widened and his mouth went dry, he knew it was a part of the game. Logan wanted to feel Virgil squirm on him, he wanted to see every which way his hips rocked to dismiss some sort of discomfort. He wanted Virgil to rut against him to try and relieve some pressure.

He wanted to see every squirm, every movement, and hear every single whimper.

And squirm and whimper Virgil did. Loudly, and hurried. He was bursting to the point where he was sure he could flood the Earth with the amount of piss inside of him. Maybe that was a little dramatic, but he didn't care. There was no amount of begging that he wouldn't do to be able to go right now. He could be in public, in the middle of a store, or, hell, on a stage in front of thousands of people, and as soon as Logan granted the permission, he would let go immediately. It took everything he had to hold on.

Virgil was so excited, though, because he knew that no matter how much begging and crying he did, Logan would never give him any permission to go. It was only a matter of time though, before the dam broke, and the flood gates were released.

And that's what Logan was counting on. For Virgil to just not be able to hold it anymore, for the man to just fall apart in front of him and lose control.

Virgil whimpered, breaking down in quiet sobs with his face against the crook of Logan's neck, "color?" Logan whispered. He knew Virgil had a hard time using the systems or safe words, as he didn't want to disappoint. But Logan didn't want him to push himself, despite how amazing this was. Besides, Virgil had been so well behaved for him. Following his rules even when he wasn't there, holding on despite the heavy pit weighing his bladder down.

"G-green..." Virgil whispered. Logan nodded, and they continued.

Virgil held on, for a glorious five minutes. Five minutes of squirming, strangled breathing, and whimpers. Five minutes of the most arousing thing Logan has ever seen in his entire life.

But what was even better than that was when Virgil's tear filled eyes widened a considerable amount, and Logan heard it—oh, god, did he hear it. The hissing of Virgil's light blue jeans was so incredibly audible.

Logan was sure that if he hadn't of wanted it so bad, would have fainted on the spot. But no, he didn't want to miss a second of this.

Virgil cried out as soon as he began to release. His quick breathing slowly evening out as streaks of piss cascaded down his thighs, and onto Logan's. The stain grew around Virgil, slowly seeping down his legs and eventually leaking heavily onto Logan's front.

 
In a matter of seconds, Virgil's piss had completely soaked his ass, and a pool of urine began to surround them, and Logan was hard in his pants. As Virgil's breath evened out, Logan's increased.

The hot, sharp stream of piss was constant, and Logan thought it would never end. They were both completely soaked, and Virgil's stream was still going hard, dripping off the side of the toilet and forming small puddles. Virgil had a look of complete and utter bliss on his face as he sagged against Logan, relaxing a considerable amount as the piss flowed out of him. There was so much, and he was still expelling liquid heavily, to a point where Logan was starting to feel fucking guilty, thinking he'd pushed him too far.

"Jesus Christ" Logan whispered after a few more minutes as Virgil's heavy flow eventually dismissed to long, slow spurts as his bladder attempted to completely empty itself.

He finished pissing. And hot damn, they were high on arousal. The piss was warm and wet, dripping heavily from the toilet seat to the floor. And the smell—it smelled so rancid, in the way that both of them loved so much.

He rubbed soothing circles on Virgil's back as he began to cry, "i-i'm so sorry Sir..I thought I could hold longer, I—"

Logan shushed him before he could slip further into sub space. He called him by name in an attempt to pull him out, "nonsense Virgil. My love, you did wonderfully. How about we start the aftercare, hm? You and I can sit under the warm spray of the shower and relax. How do cuddles and movies sound afterwards?"

Virgil sniffled and nodded, and Logan found it quite adorable how a blush crept up on his face when surveying the mess, "w-woah."

Logan laughed, "Yeah. Woah. That wasn't too much for you, right? It's no wonder you couldn't hold on any longer. But it is a wonder how long you were able to hold in the first place."

"It was a lot, but it was perfect" Virgil told him, wiping his eyes, "emotionally taxing. Painful. But perfect."

"I'll pop the clothes in the wash really quickly and clean the mess up while we wait for the water to heat up" Logan told with a small smile.

"Thanks Lo" Virgil smiled.

Once they had stepped in the shower, they both noticed that they had large boners.

"I'll take care of yours if you take care of mine?" Virgil suggested with a smirk.

"A-are you really up for it? I know today was a lot" Logan told him.

Virgil smiled gently, "this doesn't have to be a sub dom thing, Lo, this can just be two boyfriends sucking each other off."

"Okay then" Logan chuckled.