minors dni

If there was one thing Virgil enjoyed, it was kissing Logan. Despite his boyfriend’s rather general stand-offish behavior, he really knew how to loosen up when they were home, and even more when it was just the two of them. Roman and Patton were out, fetching groceries for the week, while Logan had stayed behind to help Virgil with a report for class. They were alone for all of five minutes before Virgil was being pulled into a breath-stealing kiss. 

One kiss turned to two, to three, and he didn’t even notice that he had moved until he pulled back to catch his breath. He found himself sitting on Logan’s lap, Logan leaning forward to kiss and suck marks onto Virgil’s neck, his hands sliding up under the folds of the dress Virgil had put on for the day. Virgil could feel his heart racing in his chest as a mark was sucked against his pulse point, and he let out a small noise from the back of his throat.

Virgil looked up from his phone as Roman appeared before him in his room, a frown on his face as he began to pace. Concerned eyes watched him for a couple seconds before Virgil stood, making his way over to stop the next lap past his bed, a hand coming up to gently rest on Roman’s chest. “Are you o-”

His words were cut off as Roman lifted his hands to rest on Virgil’s jaw, angling his head up and leaning down to press their lips together in a deep kiss. Virgil made a small sound in the back of his throat, but like every time they kissed, he found himself melting against his boyfriend, hands curling to hold on to his prince’s jacket and hold him close. He didn’t pull back until Virgil was kissed completely breathless.

It wasn't often Deceit would use his silencing powers on Virgil, even less often would he bring out his other arms. But with how little they have time to really see each other lately, Virgil wasn't surprised when he was pinned against a wall one day, lips claimed in a possessive kiss. He didn't fight it as he was stripped of his clothes and lifted up with strong arms. It was only when Deceit was pushing into him and his head hit the wall with a dull thunk, a low moan resounding in his throat but no sound coming out.

It was only then that he remembered that he hadn't shut the door behind him, the voices from the others loud as they debated for the movie they were going to watch tonight. He wanted to protest, or suggest that they go somewhere else, but the words wouldn't come, even if he could speak.

"Shhh love. Just enjoy it." The words were soft in his ear, contradicting the rough thrusts pushing into him, a small puff of air leaving him with each inward push but no sound to accompany it. Two of Deceit's arms were gripping his legs tight, holding him open so he could push in deeper, faster, harder. Another held Virgil's hands up over his head, the forth stroking in time to each movement. The last two gently cupped his cheeks, encouraging him to maintain eye contact as they traded kisses.

Virgil whined quietly in his throat, tilting his head to the side and pressing back further against Deceit. “Bite me… please… I need you..” He was so close… He just needed that flash of pain to push him over the edge and nothing was better than Deceit’s sharpened teeth marking him, claiming him.

Deceit hummed softly, thumb teasing the head of Virgil’s cock. “You’ve been so good for me darling.” He sped up his hand, delighting in the pleased sounds he was pulling from the smaller Side. “Come for me then.” He bit down hard on the juncture of Virgil’s neck, teeth piercing the skin and sucking a dark mark there. 

It wasn’t often that Veronica got in one of these moods, and Remus wasn’t the quick to notice. It took him longer than he’d like to admit, but she was being discreet at first. A brush of her hand against his, leaning on him a little more than usual, pushing up against him when he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. He just thought she was being a little more affectionate than normal, it’s been awhile since they’ve seen each other, so he didn’t think much of it.

It was only when they were at the pizzeria, laughing and joking with their friends, that it really clicked. She was sitting next to him, like she normally was, and she placed a hand innocently on his thigh. It was only when it started moving upwards that it clicked and he inhaled sharply when the heel of palm pressed down on the growing bulge in his pants. He turned his attention to her, heat twisting through him at the teasing sparkle in her eyes, and he watched as she slipped out of the booth, gaze tracking swaying hips to the bathroom in the back.

He counted to ten, as he was supposed to, before following after. Two sharp knocks on the door had her reaching out and pulling him in, and not a word was spoken as he pressed her against the wall, deep kisses being exchanged. He was idly aware of the lock clicking shut, but he had more important things to worry about. Like Veronica’s hands unbuckling his pants, pulling them down before she wiggled in the tight space to turn around, leaning forward slightly and presenting herself to him.

They didn’t have long before someone came looking for them, but practiced ease had the condom in his wallet out and on and, with one hand gripping her hip and the other against her mouth to muffle any sounds, he pushed in. The pace was fast, no time for sweet and slow, and he pressed kisses and bites to the back of her neck to muffle himself. Each push forward resulted in her pushing back, want and need building and twisting inside of them and it wasn’t long before they were both coming with muffled cries.

“Look at you.” Emile breathed, hands firmly fixed on Virgil’s hips and moving him up and down at a slow and steady pace. He was looking over Virgil’s shoulder, gaze locked on the pleasure clouding his lover’s face. “You’re so beautiful, so perfect.”

“I’m not -” His protest was cut off by a sharp thrust, a moan slipping out instead and his head dropped back to rest against Emile’s shoulder.

“You are.” Emile turned his head to press gentle kisses along Virgil’s shoulders, to his cheek, before gently nudging him to look again. “We’re going to sit here until you start seeing what I see. As long as it takes.”

A throat clearing had him turning towards the door, expecting to see his boyfriend. He couldn’t see anyone, but another sound made his gaze drop where Virgil was resting on his knees, a pair of cat ears perched on his head. He had stripped down as well and Patton raised an eyebrow. So it was going to be one of those nights then. “Hello pretty kitty. Are you looking for an evening treat?” He cooed softly, turning to face Virgil fully.

Virgil gave a little meow, shuffling forward on his hands and knees, coming to stop in front of Patton. He made his eyes wide and pleading as he meowed again, not reaching out to touch him, but letting his gaze flicker to what he wanted.

Patton hummed softly, reaching a hand out to gently card his fingers through Virgil’s hair, being mindful of the band holding the ears in place. “I suppose you do deserve a treat after being so kind to make us dinner earlier.” He smiled softly at the excited sparkle in Virgil’s eye, and he knew he could never deny him anything. Hands moved to undo his pants, pulling them down to free his cock. “Come get some cream kitty.”

Unfortunately for Roman, he had taken up to doing said yoga in the living room. Namely when he was trying to watch his shows and would snatch the remote from him every time to turn on his exercise dvd. It left Roman pouting on the couch with the option to either get up and leave, join him, or sit back and watch. He’d normally leave him to it, not wanting to get roped into joining, but he was a little curious to see Virgil in action.

Watching his boyfriend twist and bend and stretch his body like that was a lot more alluring that Roman initially though. His eyes traced over each bend and curve, settling on his rather shapely ass and the tights he was wearing that really clung to each detail. A hand pressed absently against the growing bulge in his pants, and he shifted in his seat, leaning forward slightly.

“Like what you see?” Virgil’s voice pulled Roman’s attention to his face, and he couldn’t even be embarrassed for having been caught staring. The playful look in his eyes wasn’t enough to keep his attention though and his gaze flickered back to the wet patch slowly growing between Virgil’s legs, arousal twisting in his stomach. “I normally do this on my own, but I’m sure we can figure out some way you can join me, if you’d like.”

“Virgil? How are you feeling?” 

Logan’s voice was low, the sound of it sending shivers down Virgil’s spine, and he drew in a slow, shaky breath. He turned his head to look at him, seeing curiosity in those blue eyes, and it took everything he had not to reach out to him. “Like I want you to touch me.”

A cool hand reached out to run fingers down Virgil’s back, and a low moan slipped out at the pleasurably tingles the action caused. Want and need twisted sharply in his stomach, fingers spasming on the blanket again and it took everything Virgil had not to whine. “Lo... please... I need you.” 

It hard started when he had been eating his breakfast, seated up on the kitchen counter has he usually did. Deceit had made a comment about it, about how he shouldn’t sit there because of it’s where the snacks went. Remus had popped in then saying that Virgil was a snack he would love to eat. A look was shared between them, one’s gaze playful, an eyebrow quirked in invitation, and that was all it took. 

The low voice was right in Virgil’s ear, and a small whine slipped past his throat. He turned his head to follow the sound, the blindfold over his eyes blocking out all light, but try as he might he couldn’t pinpoint Logan’s position. A touch of cool fingers trailing down his back made him arch forward slightly, heat pulling in his belly and he tugged uselessly at his arms, unable to tug them free from the binding holding them over his head. “Please...”

Logan hummed softly, footsteps coming to a stop in front of Virgil, and he heard him shifting to crouch down in front of him. “Please? What is you want, dearest?”

“Touch me...” 

A hand reached out to trail fingers along his face, tracing his jaw and down his neck, thumb coming to rest on his thundering pulse point. “Like this?” Virgil shook his head, opening his mouth to protest, when the hand moved further down, trailing along his chest to tease a nipple, pulling a light moan from him. “Or like this?”

“You know what I want.” Virgil’s voice was beginning to sound faint to his own ears, no matter how much demanding he tried to put in it. He shifted on his knees, pushing his hips forward with a small whine. “Please.”