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“You’re clearly not,” he retorted. He would’ve found it funny that you were checking him out, but the need was so overwhelming, and he had to bite his lip to stop himself from throwing you onto the nearest surface.

“So… no need to be sarcastic. M’ just trying to control myself.” He muttered under his breath, crossing his arms and keeping the distance between you. “Can’t say the same for you though, sweetheart, ‘cause I can see ya gawkin’.”

“Yeah, just quit it, you look like a five star buffet. A girl can’t help herself when she’s drugged up on an aphrodisiac.” You groaned, dabbing your sweaty-ass neck with a towel, not able to help the way your eyes hungrily drank in his chest. “I’m makin’ do with the view I’ve got while my pussy’s yellin’ at me right now.”

“Christ, darlin’.” He muttered. He felt all fuzzy inside when you said that, he hated how hungry the damn pollen made him for you, for your body. Dean’s eyes darkened, taking in the way you kept looking at him, how you were yearning for him like he was with you. His fingers gripped on the chair he was sitting on, and he leaned forward— he needed to stay on the damn chair.

“And what kinda things is it tellin’ you, hm?” He asked, voice lowering, growling almost. His cock was telling him to go over there, moan in your ear as he thrusted into you, that’s what— but he had to deny himself of such luxurious pleasures. How great.

“To throw away all sense of modern feminism and let you fuck me hard on the floor.” You breathed, moaning softly at getting the words out. “Or letting you bend me over the table. Eat me out on the bed, take me from behind on said bed.” Another desperate moan.

Shit.

Dean almost groaned out loud, damn you. You were going to be the death of him. He was so damn hard right now, and he gripped even tighter on the chair, he would break it if he wasn’t careful.

“Sweet girl, I know you’re not talkin' about feminism when you got your hungry eyes all over me right damn now.” He bit out, clenching his jaw. Dean couldn’t help the fantasies that were running through his mind, especially when you let those moans out.

“I know.” You murmured, nodding, levelling the playing field and taking your shirt off too, leaning back against the bed’s headboard. Shit. Your skin that glistened with sweat, glowing more in the shitty motel light, tits now on display for his hungry-ass eyes. Your head tipped back, eyebrows pinched together tight, lips parted ever so slightly. Shit.

“Goddamn it,” he muttered, eyes drinking in that perfect body of yours like a man who hadn’t had a drop of water in years. He’d seen you in a bikini before and almost lost it, but this view, this view was a sight for sore eyes. One that he was now staring at shamelessly.

His mouth hung agape as his eyes traveled from your chest to your face, he was desperate — all for you. “What’re you gettin’ at?” He asked, voice low and ragged.

“That I’m hot too. A woman can exist with her shirt off.” You scoffed, thighs rubbing together for any friction. C’mon, fuck, you got nothing— guess Dean’s cock was the answer, but not fucking your friend was the first cardinal rule of maintaining a best-friendship. “Oh, I’m gonna kill those witches even if they’re in the afterlife. I—” You let out a small whimper of frustration, the ache building. “God damn.”

“Damn right you’re hot, sweetheart.” he muttered, eyes locked to your thighs, practically drooling— maybe he wasn’t talking about the heat both of you were burning under. Dean’s tongue darted out and wet his dry lips, watching you as you rubbed your thighs against one another for friction. Damn it, it should be him being that friction, if that even made sense— he didn’t know, his brain was sludge. “I know, baby girl, m’ feelin’ what you are, I get it.”

He wanted to reach out and touch you so bad, but he had to get a grip. Sam could come back with a cure— maybe. Could he wait that long? Probably not.

You, however, simply did not have the patience nor the fucks to deal with Sam and his annoying lateness— you needed your best friend, he needed you, you had two holes he could put his dick into — you weren’t doing ass stuff on the first fuck — so it’s a win-win. “Dean, fuck this cure.” You whined, breath hitching as you yanked your sweats down, panties going with, pussy leaking and aching and so very empty. “Can’t wait, I can’t— c’mere. Fuck me, c’mere.”

Ok— yeah— yes, ma’am.

The sight had his eyes getting dark, nearly feral as he quickly stood up from his chair. The chair fell backwards and made a loud thud against the floor, but he couldn’t care less— not when you looked so damn delectable on the bed in front of him. Dean took quick steps towards you, practically ripping off the rest of his shirt.

He kneeled on the bed in front of you, practically pinning you to the bed. He couldn’t help himself. “M’ here, I’m here. Tell me what you want.” He huffed out, hips already bucking against the bed, moaning at the friction as he kissed over your bare tits and up your neck, licking up your neck, sweat on his tongue— yes, it’s disgusting, but he’d ponder on that in retrospect, right now he felt like an animal.

You guided his hand between your legs then kissed him, hotly, hungry, your lips devouring his, hand on the back of his head keeping him there. It was like a dam had broken, your breath harsh and heavy against his lips.

He grunted into the kiss, eyes slipping shut against the onslaught of your lips against his. His hand easily found its way down to you, the second you pushed him where you wanted him. God, his hand ached to be between your thighs.

“M’ here,” he breathed in between hot kisses. “M’ here, sweetheart, I gotcha.” The words were muffled, breathless, as he pushed your thighs apart, finding your wetness, his eyes nearly rolling back into his head. God, he was starved for you, as you were for him, it felt frantic, hazy, like relief that he was finally touching your skin that would go away instantly, as it wasn’t enough. Your scent had his eyes actually rolling back for a second, a pant and a whine leaving his mouth in quick succession as his free hand pushed sweaty hair out of your face, his own spiky from your hand running through it.

He ground his cock against the bed, feeling himself leaking — as were you — and these touches alone honestly had him feeling like he could embarrass himself right here, and come in his pants like a teenager before even getting the chance to fuck you properly.

You nodded against his lips, practically gone and inattentive to anything but him, leaning more of your body weight back against the headboard and pulling — yanking — him with you, panting, desperate. “Need you, baby, please.”

Oh, he needed you too, baby girl.

“Need you too, gorgeous.” he panted, letting you push him around between your legs and wiping sweat off his forehead briefly, wiping that hand on the sheets— shit, that left a pretty dark mark. He bit down on your bottom lip, groaning into the kiss. God, you looked so pretty, so needy and desperate, and you were all for him. He needed to mark you in some way, make you his in every possible way. He needed to.

“You need me inside this pretty pussy, baby?” He asked, his hand already gliding over your slickness, his eyes locked on yours. His fingers pushed inside you, a moan leaving both your mouths as he felt the lack of resistance on your cunt’s part, and how it sucked his fingers in — fuck, you were tight — and he worked your bra off so he could suck and flick his tongue against your nipples one at a time, moaning against the softness of your tits— mmh, that felt so good.

You nodded frantically, cause fuck yeah, moaning, lips still pressed to his as the pressure had you whimpering in relief. “Yes— yes, baby, d-don’t you stop, ok? God, feels so good.”

“I won’t, wasn’t plannin’ on it, baby doll.” he grumbled against your lips. He didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon, not when you felt this good around his fingers, when you sounded so damn pretty.

“Christ, I need you.” His words were nearly a whisper as he pushed down his jeans and boxers. He was so hard, so desperate for you, that he couldn’t hold back anymore. “You ready, baby?” Well, he certainly was, let’s put it that way. He’d been grinding on the bed the whole time he was on top of you.

“So ready.” You nodded, kissing him desperately, hotly again, panting, whimpering, the works. God, you felt like you were on fire, like it wouldn’t stop until you had him— it felt almost primal. Why wouldn’t you be ready, though? You weren’t a woman if you didn’t get soaked for Dean Winchester.

“M’ gonna take care of you, baby girl, I will.” He muttered against your lips, taking deep breaths. The words came out in a near growl and a grunt, he was hungry for you, starved, so he’d let you kiss him breathless, and he’d kiss you back just as fiercely as you.

He needed to give you the relief you needed, the pleasure, the release. He still rubbed at your pussy, all while he continued kissing you, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip.

You moaned against his lips, nails raking down his back, leg hooking over his hip— fuck the cure, fuck Sammy (though the poor guy deserves more credit), you just needed this right now, you felt like you could explode. Spontaneously combust. Lit match to gasoline. “God, don’t wait.”

“I won’t wait. Not anymore.” He grunted as he felt your nails dig into his skin, and your legs wrapped around him. He was so desperate to be inside you, and the sight of you just beneath him, the sounds coming out of your mouth, they just made him throb.

“I got you, I’m gonna take care of you baby doll, m’ gonna take care of you real good.” He panted against your neck, biting down on the skin as he slid into you, his mouth dropping open at the pure relief.

Your head fell back, a long, drawn moan leaving your mouth— you swore it felt like a cooling balm had been slapped on your bodies, or ice cold water. It just felt like a splash of pure relief, and you couldn’t stop chasing it, it felt like euphoria. “Shitfuck.”

“Oh, god,” he groaned, groaned, eyes squeezed shut. He hadn’t felt relief like this in so long, and your moans were like a damn symphony to his ears. He nearly felt like he was in heaven, that you were an angel.

“You’re so perfect — perfect.” He panted against your skin, placing kisses against your neck, your collarbone, your shoulder, as he found a pace. “Feels so good, darlin’, good girl.” It took all the effort in the world for him to not just lose himself and start pounding into you, just to say.

Good girl? You could’ve come right there. Squirted, even.

But no. Your leg hitched higher on his hip, clutching at his shoulder and at the headboard, your forehead pinched, eyes closed as you just felt it, couldn’t stop feeling, desperately letting shameless moans slip past your lips— as if you could control those.

“Yeah, that’s it — give it to me, baby.” he panted, his eyes taking in the sight of you, how you were falling apart. “Take it, take it all, just let me do all the work, yeah, good girl.” One of his hands trailed down your body, to the back of your thigh, holding it up, using it as leverage to push into you.

He wouldn’t last long, he couldn’t. Not with the sounds coming out of your mouth, the way you looked. “You’re so damn pretty when you give it up, baby.”

“Dean,” You couldn’t help but moan, over and over, paired with the occasional shameless “yes”, eventually bringing him in for a hungry, sloppy kiss, feeling the pendant on his necklace cool against your skin.

“Ah—” he groaned against your lips, his kisses almost violent, more teeth than tongue than anything else. God, his name on your pretty lips was sinful, but he wanted to hear it again and again.

His hands continued to touch you everywhere they could, not missing a curve or angle, and just taking in the pure ecstasy of it all. “You look so perfect like this — all for me.” he panted against you, the coolness of the amulet was almost refreshing against his over-heated skin, he’ll had to admit, and seeing it between your tits? God, another bonus.

Ooh, an idea. You used your leg hooked around his waist, plus some hunter training, rolling you both over, immediately gripping the shitty-ass fabric and plush of the pillow so you could begin to move up and down, hitting that angle without missing a beat. “Sh—Shit.”

Oh, oh wow, he had to take a few deep breaths. He didn’t expect you to suddenly roll the two of you over but he certainly wasn’t complaining. You looked so damn perfect on top of him, like a goddamn dream. He gripped onto your hips, helping you move, a moan leaving his lips as you kept up the pace.

“That’s it baby doll, good girl—“ he couldn’t help but babble. “Can’t keep my hands off you.” He panted, staring up at you. “Doing all the work, look at you— I ain’t gonna last, sweetheart, please tell me you’re almost there.”

“M’ almost there.” The sentence came out as a moan, seeing him in his glory, amulet on his chest, all ridges of muscle and soft skin, your other hand gripping the headboard as you moved, assisted by his hands on your hips, calloused pads of his fingers pressing into your skin. “P—Please, baby, a—almost there, so, so close—”

“Just— just come with me, please— please—” He panted, his hands gripping your hips so tight, he knew that he’d leave marks, but he’d deal with it later. Right at that moment, he was just lost in the feeling.

“Come on, give it to me, baby, I wanna see it, wanna feel it.” He was desperate, but a gentleman, he wanted you to reach it first. You were absolutely too gorgeous for words, and he was nearly going feral— his mouth went dry. “Good girl, good girl, good girl, c’mon — oh, c’mon—”

The coil in your stomach snapped as you came, pure, unbridled euphoria and uninhibited ecstasy, your eyes rolling back, hips stuttering and pressing into his hands as your thighs shook, but you kept on to get him there. “O-Oh, baby, c-c’mon, Dean, please— please—”

Sweet mother of god.

Your voice, your movements, your face, it all just pushed him over that final edge, and a loud moan tore out of his throat as he rode it out. “God, baby doll, god—” was all he could manage.

He didn’t even realise his eyes fluttered shut. He was panting heavily, his chest rising and falling, the amulet resting gently between his pectorals. “Oh god, baby girl, c’mere— come here.” He muttered, hands gripping your hips, pulling you down. He just wanted to feel you against him— wait, what? The burn wasn’t going, it just wasn’t.

“Dean.” You whined, letting out a frustrated moan. “S’wasn’t enough, I can still feel it. Still feel it, baby.” You panted, keeping yourself up. Well, of course this thing wasn’t a one-and-done. You already broke all the cardinal rules of friendship without compunction, but now you had to do it again? Wow. Great going.

“I know sweetheart, I know.” He breathed, eyes opening, and looking up at you, the corners of his lips slightly turned up. He could feel it too, it was like something was missing, and he didn’t know what it was.

He pulled you down, and held you against his chest as he caught his breath. One of his hands moved to the side of your face, and he gently guided you into a soft kiss, the other hand moving down and squeezing your ass. “God, I need you so goddamn much.”

“Mhmm. Need you too.” You whined, your kisses becoming more insistent, needier— ok, don’t blame you, it seems to affect women more. “Can you— need you t’ take over, Dean.”

A small smirk appeared on his lips as you began to become more needy. “Don’t mind if I do, sweetheart.” He growled against your lips. He pushed you off of him, and rolled the two of you over, so you were now beneath him again, and his body was above yours.

“You want me to take over, huh?” He questioned, his lips moving to your neck, leaving nips and open-mouthed kisses over the skin. “You want me to take care of you?” His hips started snapping against you, a groan leaving his lips, cause oh, Jesus.

Woah, ok, you could get used to this. Especially with how you moaned, nodding desperately, leaving red marks on his shoulders and arms, his amulet touching the valley of your now bouncing tits with every thrust again, head tipping back as his cock brushed your cervix, hearing his grunts and pants in your ear mixed with your moans.

He couldn’t help the smirk that stayed on his lips as you clawed at his skin. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you? You like it when I take care of you?” He questioned, his mouth against your neck, his hips snapping against you, desperate to hear the pretty sounds leaving your lips.

“Tell me how much you like it, baby girl, go on.” His words were punctuated by a sharp bite to your shoulder, the other hand gripping your hip.

“Love it, Dean, fuck.” You gasped, your eyes rolling back, the knot in your stomach coming faster this time, scratching at his hips, the hot-ass dip in his back— anything you could reach, really, you weren’t picky.

“That’s it baby girl, there you go—“ he panted, his hips thrusting against yours, just pushing you closer and closer, his mouth against your skin still, leaving open-mouthed kisses and harsh bites.

The sounds you were making were just pushing him closer and closer, he was just desperate for you, and he couldn’t control the words that blurted out of his mouth. “God, you look so damn perfect baby, so damn pretty, so much better than I ever dreamed—“ Sure, he just revealed that he’d thought about this, but he still put your legs over his shoulders, leaning forward, splitting you in half and thrusting into you.

The new angle made your mouth fall open in a perfect ‘o’, and the feeling just overwhelmed your brain, made your body go positively wild, and you could swear some drool dribbled from the corner of your mouth. “D-Dean—”

Christ, he’s never seen anything so pretty.

He groaned as he took in the sight of you, your legs over his shoulders. “You like that, huh? You like it when I—“ his words were cut off with a strangled moan, you were just so perfect, he was never going to be able to get enough.

He managed to make a few more noises, some of them resembling your name, before he just dropped his forehead to your shoulder. “Baby— baby, need to come again in you, can I?“

You made a noise that sounded like a moaned yes, and you’d never known that being split in half by a guy would ever feel this good, your hands braced on the underside of your thighs. Well, that was a confirmation.

He groaned as he felt you nod against his shoulder, words being lost on him after that. That was a yes, a good, proper yes. He didn’t even know what he was saying, all that he knew was that he needed to give you it. So he just gave it to you hard, and fast, not letting up an inch. “Good girl, good girl, you’re doing so good, taking it so well, baby doll—” all the while, he panted against your skin.

He groaned against your skin, his mouth pressed to your shoulder. Hearing that, feeling you around him, he was done for, he was gone— “Yeah, baby, oh, you’re so good, so good, feels so damn good, I’m coming baby, I’m gonna—“

He let out a strangled moan, and his arms wrapped around you, holding you tight as he rode it out, burying his face into the crook of your neck, panting, grunting, smoothing your hair back as he spilled into you with a low moan.

You stroked his hair, helping him come down from it, feeling tired out— I mean, at least the pollen’s fucked out, right? Just… you hated witches now. You get Dean’s point— you didn’t before, but now you do.

He let out a weary groan, breathing still laboured and his skin was still flushed. When he came to and registered that you were stroking his hair, he let his head fall onto your chest, his head against your tits. Mm, like a pillow, feels s’nice.

“God, that was intense.” He whispered against your skin. “You okay, sweetheart?” He was spent, absolutely boneless and limp, and just content to lay there and bask in the aftermath of what you’d just done.

“Better than before.” You breathed, nodding, rubbing your cheek. “S’ not as sore as I thought it’d be, if I’m bein’ honest. But now I get why you hate witches.”

He let out a chuckle, which just sounds more like a quiet scoff, and he lifted his head up to look at you, a slight smirk on his lips. “Oh yeah? You get it now, huh?” His head returned to its original position after a few moments, and he nuzzled against you, an arm wrapping around your waist. “Not sore, huh? I didn’t go too hard on ya, did I?”

“No, but, uh…” You grinned cheekily. “Being carried to the bath would be much appreciated.” Oh, the little shit.

Of course.

He lifted his head to look at you, an entertained and amused look on his face. “Oh, you’re gonna be real cute, aren’t you?” He questioned, and then in a quick movement, he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and holding you against his chest.

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Virgil is sitting with them, headphones in since they both induced one another for a little bit to show that it was in fact the two of them. That neither was Janus, since he was sure either of them doing the induction would have him going under quite easy right now and that’s not exactly wanted at the moment. He just wants to see how it looks from the outside

“Listen to my voice, watching my finger as I tap onto my hand. Count if you’d like” Pattons voice is soft and lulling, he lets out and soft sigh as Patton continues with the induction and small bits of praising as it slips from his mind what he had been doing in the first place with counting , having lost his place multiple times already

Roman is taking notes as Logan is pulled into a blank headed comfort

It goes unnoticed for a little bit but as praise is said more and more, they all see how squirmy he’s getting. A smile plays at Pattons lips “oh my love..” he says with a quiet laugh “give a clear answer on what you want done now then. We can continue just the praise, and comfort..or anything you want, babydoll I promise”

Logan’s face flushes “I..dunno” his slacks feeling uncomfortably tight, uncharacteristically he gets a little shy, covering himself with his hands but wanting to cover his face too

“You can think of such as we continue the praise and comfort, don’t worry, love” he tilts his head to the side “that sound good?”

He nods “mhm”

“Our smart boy, so good for us. Do you like having your mind so blank for us? Being so pliant with our wants?” He coos scooting closer, nodding giving the go ahead to talk

“Yes, sir” his mouth keeps going slack “please- I-“ he stops, even induced he’d realized his hands had absently started moving. He could feel the wet pre soaking through his pants already

“Please what, my love” his voice a low purr, sitting next to him now ready to pull him into his lap, or guide him to his knees

“Touch me please” he whines “please” it’s become slightly uncomfortable how hard he was

“Take your hands away from your lap then, babydoll” he gently touches Logan’s hands pulling at them gently as Logan sets them to his sides

The gentle touches and the softness in his purring voice sends electricity through his arms making his cock twitch

“good boy”

Logan can barely focus as it is. He flexes his hands at his sides “You’re doing so well, my love. Just continue to do your best to relax I or we can take care of you. Do you want us all to be here?”

He shakes his head yes “please” he barely says above a whisper “ju-just watch” air knocked out of him as the zipper was undone

“alright baby, you’re doing so well”

-

Patton is adoring this, Logan. Although barely saying a word, is being more vulnerable than he’s seen in a while. He gets up, and on his knees “you’re doing incredibly well, my baby. It must be difficult to talk huh? You seem like you’re overwhelmed..”

When he gets a nod of confirmation that he is a little overwhelmed he asks why

“Din wear- my clothes” *god his whiny voice is so beautiful*

“Would you like them taken off by any chance?”

-

Logan nods his head yes “please ‘s too much c’n feel” he takes a moment to take a shaky breath “..’s jus that my thighs and my nipples are sensitive” his words starting to slur slightly with his mind off at the moment he’s forgetting things temporarily like swallowing so there’s already a string of drool from the side of his mouth but he can barely bring himself to care

Patton continues cooing praises “such a good puppy for telling me” he starts gently pulling down his pants, lifting him effortlessly to get them more easily eliciting a small noise from Logan. He can’t help but notice the twitch of his cock as he does so

“Mmm do you like being lifted babydoll?”

His breath hitches “mhm- yessir”

Patton gets in his lap “mm you’re doing so well baby, just another second” he gets in his lap, relishing in the way his hips twitch up hearing a quiet whine. He’s a little tempted to take care of this himself too with this.. feeling the strain of his own pants

As if on cue with that thought “could- with me?” He looks up at Patton as his shirt is pulled over his head, his hands going to Pattons thighs but stopping, pulling his hands back last second

Patton wants him to continue though too. “Please” once he realizes he’s almost slipped into sub he comes back “yes please, puppy” his voice back to the soft purr from before

“Mm sir wanna slip into sub too? C’n ask one of the others I’m sure they’ll help..” Logan says with a head tilt, hands gently sliding up Pattons sides. Tugging at his shirt “or..jus help one another..?”

Patton shakes his head no, and Logan nods in response

“Such a good puppy for thinking of me but I’m quite alright, babydoll” his cold fingers still send shivers up his body though and the suggestion lurks its way into being tempting anyhow

“Mm” *good puppy* he repeats in his own head, practically melting into a puddle. The slow gentleness of this whole thing has had him nearly forgetting about what they were doing for fleeting moments now and again, what brings him back is when the slightly cooled fabric is peeled gently away, the last place unexposed

“Fu-hah..” his hips would’ve twitched up more had it not been for Patton being in his lap “mhnn cold” he whines quiet, but still keeping his hands at his sides

“I know, just a moment, love” and he nods, hand coming to his mouth to cover and that’s when he notices finally that he’s been drooling a little making his face flush as he wipes it away

Patton notices “I think it’s nice that you’d relaxed this much” he purrs starting to kiss down his body as he goes to kneel on the floor

“Mhmmnnn fu- hnnn” it’s easy to get him riled up again and again, back to the point of desperation. And he feeds off of it, adores it

He kisses past the place he’d want touch the most, eliciting a quiet whine, his hips twitch up. Breath catching in his throat “Pat- please” he whines

“Just a second, you’ve been doing so well puppy, let me savour this” his voice is intoxicating, bringing him deeper into being in a blank mind, mind only on the fact he wants to feel whatever’s wanted to be given

“Good boy..” his voice low and a purr again, sitting back a little to unzip and pull his own pants down just enough to pull himself out of his pants and gets a quiet whine from Logan “hmm?”

“Wan nh- wanna make you feel good too sir please” tears pricking at his eyes, all touch felt like so much like he’d been starved of it for long enough. Even the gentle kisses to his sensitive thighs was doing more for him than he’d like to admit but the way he’s been leaking pre? How easy it’s been to get him to the point of panting and whining again says it all

Patton shakes his head “this makes me feel good, puppy” hearing the way Logan’s breath stutters is enough for him to know it’s exactly what he wanted and needed to hear

“Al-alright” nodding, and Patton goes back to kissing his thighs

“Such a sweet thing, listening so well. Usually you’re quite bratty. What’s got you like this Hmm?” The quiet chuckle and his rolling eyes

“I- hh” he tilts his head back onto the couch “mhmnn jus need this, sir. Bein nice is a good way to get what you need is it not?” The vibration from Pattons laugh on his thigh sends a shiver up his spine and goes straight to his cock “wh-“ he covers his face

“Oh honey.. don’t be like that” he coos kissing at his thigh again “it’s just I’ve never known you to be so desperate before” he starts kissing up the underside of his cock, hearing him whimper at that and seeing him try to not buck his hips up. His delicious sounds are something he can see himself wanting to draw out for hours but.. he wonders if he should take pity on him. Wonders how long he’s needed this, or if it’s just him that’s the reason why he’s like this

“How long?” He coos, Logan is gasping for air before he answers and this is almost confirmation enough but..

“I- a.. while dunno how long but a while” the flush going from his face all the way down to his chest now, he can’t help but let his hips twitch up “fu- sir” he gasps out being taken in, in one swift movement

Patton stays at the hilt for a moment, swirling his tongue nice and slow. Swallowing the pre that comes out as he does so, moaning quietly palming at his own cock through his underwear. The taste, the whines and breathlessness of Logan are definitely getting to him

Logan is arching his back doing his best not to let his hips twitch up. A low buzz of what feels almost like numbness “hh- ssir I dunno how long I’ll last please” tears of pleasure rolling down his face

Patton pulls himself up, giving a teasing lick to the head “I know you know how to hold back my love” he coos, rubbing at his thighs nice and gentle circles knowing where gets his cock to twitch the way it does when he’s this deep in. Right above the middle of his inner thighs and a gentle touch is best for him. The slight discomfort in his face at his suggestion is enough “you don’t have to, puppy I promise”

“I- I can jus dunno for how long feels so good, sir you make me feel so good”

The breathlessness is what does him in, along with how immediate his response was.

“Please.. jus.. continue” the way his hands are gripped at the pillow, him doing his best to pull away when he knows he wants nothing more than to let his hips buck into his touch and mouth. The full body flush

“Please..” his voice sounded far more wrecked than he wanted to let on and fuck it got to Patton, so of course. He continued, this time slow and less teasing. Cause he really did want to keep this going as long as he could

The gasping moans he gets in response though.. he knows this isn’t going to last all that long, unless Logan can keep that type of control and by the way he’s doing his best to steady his breaths, he really is doing his best to do as asked.

The slow swirl of his tongue up and up the shaft, light teeth grazing near the tip. There’s no way this is lasting as long as he’s said

Logan’s kinda dizzy from it all, he’s doing his best “please ssir ‘m tryna do as asked Fu-“

The quiet hum sends electricity through his body “m-mmm” he just gets in response, it’s getting harder and harder to hold back

“Mmh- please- please I can’t” he’s already getting close and he was told to hold back

“Alright..” his head was so fuzzy he barely noticed that he’d stopped

“A small break then is in order, gosh Lo whas gotten you so worked up?” He can’t help but laugh quietly laying his head on his thigh

“I-..” he almost goes to cover his face “m’love I haven’t- in.. a lil bit” he goes a deeper red now

“Mm poor thing…” he coos getting a scrunched nose back and a gentle push to the forehead

“Shut up” with of course no real bite behind it “mhnn I haven’t had time alright?” He does cover his face this time with both hands giving Patton an idea

“Keep your eyes covered, sweetling” he coos

Logan almost goes to uncover them to question why but when he feels the cool air be replaced by heat enveloping him he knows why and can’t say anything as he’s gasping for the air he’s just choked on, his legs go to clamp around his head automatically. Reflexes from everything “fu- Pat- I ssir I” he takes a few panting breaths “I do-don’t know that this will get the re-sults”

his back arches off the couch doing his best to not buck up into his mouth, a surprise whimper comes and he’s gasping for air again as Patton wraps his arms around his waist taking him to the hilt “fu- hh you want me to fail huh? Li-like the thought of me losing the control I do over my own body?” He teases

“That why you wanted the slight sensory deprivation?” He chuckles quietly getting a hummed confirmation in response, a longer one this time. Without expecting it at all “hh- fu- please sir can’t-“ gasping for air his back arches from the couch and he’s done his best to hold back but his orgasm punches him in the gut, his legs are shaky from doing their best to not let them clamp around Pattons head too much

He continues, nice and slow lapping his tongue up and up and swirling it back and forth on the way down. Drinking in the whimpering moans, loving the way it seems to be taking everything in Logan to not let his legs clamp around his head too hard, feeling his feet flex at his back “sir-“ he gasps the overstimulation starting to become too much as tears streak down his face but he doesn’t go to stop him

Patton comes up with a lead pop, as he’s softening making his cock twitch a little “gods you did so well, puppy it must’ve been so hard huh? To hold back..”

The soft kisses to his thighs and gentle massages to how he’s assuming they’re going to be a little sore “mhnn.. yeah you- your- I-“

“Shhh don’t worry, I didn’t make it easy to on purpose. You did so well sweetling, and do you want out of or..”

“Mmn ‘m pretty sure I came out of it part way through cause ‘s not blank head jus fuzzy”

“Mm alright, anything I can do differently next time to keep you under or did you like that?”

“It was nice to become more aware of the feelings” his breath is becoming more even now again

“Alright, you can say too when you wanna stay under, I’m sure Janus or now Roman would be more than willing to do this for you hmm?” Logan nods and finally notices he’s kept his eyes covered. Uncovering them he notices the lights have already been turned out and Patton is still massaging his thighs. The other two are gone..?

He furrows his brows

“Don’t worry, love. They’re just getting things ready for aftercare” he’s gotten the reassurance straight away after a moment of wondering, how’d he get so lucky..?

They bring him a robe of Romans, one of Virgil’s plushies, and Patton puts his shirt on him. Kissing his forehead before going to take care of himself before continuing the aftercare

“Here you go, baby” Roman has peeled a mandarine orange and is holding a slice to him “if you want, of course” Logan can’t help but laugh quietly opening his mouth for it with the offer, the sweet tang making his mouth water

The hearts in his eyes, the logical side being so pliant right now makes it easier for them all to effect him, making his own face flush. Smiling to himself

Virgil is getting the tv set up for a movie, and he notices how there’s already snacks he likes set up. A small smile adorns his lips as he lets himself slide down, his sensitive senses makes it easy to smell all of them on the items given to him and he gladly lets Roman feed him more

Patton sets up a nest of blankets, pillows and plushies on the floor. Roman easily picks Logan off the couch settling him in

“So, whatcha wanna watch, LoLo?” He tilts his head looking to Logan

“Mmmn on any normal day I’d go with Big Hero Six but I’ve been wanting to watch this list of things.. Nimona being one of them, and this Dungeons and Dragons movie..?”

“Alright what do you prefer?”