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A hand slid up Roman’s chest, grabbing his face and turning his head forward instead of looking at Patton. “Pay attention, Roman,” Virgil said, his breath fanning over Roman’s ear and making him shiver. Virgil was dressed nothing like his usual attire; Logan tended to dress like this, but Virgil…seeing the anxious side wearing a tie and glasses made Roman’s stomach do flips inside him.

Roman swallowed thickly, doing his best to stay still. Virgil had stuffed him with a vibrator before they started the scene, and Logan had done the same to Patton, who was having a much harder time. Patton bit his lip hard, but it didn’t stop a whimper from leaking past. Logan’s gaze slid to the side, eyeing Patton up and down. “Problem, Patton?” Logan asked, deliberately putting emphasis on Patton’s name. Patton jumped, straightening as best he could, but his thighs were still rubbing together. 

“N…no, sir,” Patton stuttered. Roman smirked, but it was short-lived. Virgil slipped his hand down Roman’s chest and between his legs, palming over the tent in Roman’s pants. Roman gasped, his back arching as he struggled not to come just from the one touch. He’d been on the edge for what felt like ages, this wasn’t fair!

“Seems like our boys are having trouble focusing,” Virgil said, shaking his head. Logan sighed and pushed his glasses up his nose, Patton’s eyes tracking every movement. 

“It would appear so. Patton, approach the desk,” Logan ordered, beckoning Patton. Like an obedient puppy, Patton jumped up and bolted forward, standing in front of the desk with an obvious wet spot on the front of his jeans. Logan glanced down and clicked his tongue in disapproval. “It would be remiss of me to let you suffer like this…otherwise you’ll never pay attention.” Logan gestured for Patton to come around the other side of the desk, and when Patton obeyed, Logan took him by the shoulder and bent him over the desk. Patton yelped, bracing his hands against the desk and shivering as the coolness from the wood seeped past his shirt. 

Roman licked his lips at the sight, but he didn’t have time to watch long. Virgil had grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged, hard, making Roman tilt his head back with a whine. He looked up into Virgil’s eyes, shuddering at the smirk on the other man’s face. Virgil reached up, loosening his tie, his smirk widening when Roman’s eyes followed the movement. Roman felt his cock twitch at the sight of Virgil yanking the tie off. “Stand up,” Virgil said, and Roman didn’t dare hesitate. 

Once he stood, Virgil turned him around and tied his arms behind his back with the tie. Virgil wrapped his arms around Roman’s waist, rubbing his palm against the poor thing’s aching cock again and listening to Roman whimper. “I didn’t give you permission to make a sound,” Virgil said, smacking a hand against Roman’s thigh. Roman shut his mouth, face flushed. He could feel Logan and Patton watching them, and when Roman opened his eyes, he watched Logan easing the vibrator out of Patton. 

Logan unfastened his pants and fished out his cock, rubbing it against Patton’s slick hole. Patton’s mouth fell open when Logan started to push inside of him, a keening sound dripping from his lips, swollen from how much he’d been biting them trying to stay quiet. “Is that what you want, baby?” Virgil whispered into Roman’s ear. Roman nodded, moaning when he heard Virgil unzipping his pants. “Well, you’re gonna have to earn it.” Virgil took a seat in the chair and shoved Roman down onto his knees, making Roman wince. He looked up at Virgil with round eyes, panting. Virgil held his cock, giving it a stroke. “Open your mouth.” 

Roman complied, sticking his tongue out as he parted his lips. Virgil pushed the head of his cock into Roman’s mouth, rocking his hips to feed more of his dick down Roman’s throat. Roman groaned, the vibration in his mouth making Virgil shudder and hiss in pleasure. He opened one eye to watch Logan gently thrusting his hips against Patton’s, who wasn’t even making an effort to be quiet, now. Patton’s moans and whimpers bled past his lips, where he was clinging to the desk, Logan bent over him. He had a hand grabbing Patton’s jaw, and Patton flicked his tongue out to lap against Logan’s fingers. 

Glancing back down, Virgil drank in the sight of Roman’s flushed face, and the way his cheeks hollowed as he sucked on Virgil’s cock, doing his best to take all of Virgil into his mouth. Whenever Roman gagged, Virgil pushed harder, and Roman’s cock leaked onto the floor. His tongue laved over the underside of Virgil’s cock as he bobbed his head, almost touching Virgil’s balls. Virgil groaned, tightening his fingers in Roman’s hair. “Go on, baby. Touch yourself,” Virgil whispered, once he felt he was getting close enough, himself. 

Roman’s hand shot between his legs, pumping his own cock with hard strokes as he swallowed around Virgil’s cock. With a throaty groan, Virgil tilted his head back and bucked his hips forward, making Roman choke as come shot down his throat. He didn’t dare pull off though, not until Virgil was done and had let go of his hair. Roman pulled back with a wet pop, gasping in a greedy breath. Patton opened his eyes to watch Roman jerk himself off, whimpering when Roman spilled into his own hand. 

Logan felt Patton tighten around him and growled, pressing a series of kisses against Patton’s freckled shoulder as he reached his own climax. He could feel Patton shuddering, probably painting the desk white, himself. Logan rested against Patton for a moment as he caught his breath before he slowly pushed himself up, slipping out of Patton and making him whimper. “What a mess you made,” Logan said, smacking a hand against Patton’s ass and making him yip. 

Virgil stared down at Roman through half-lidded eyes. “I think you two have earned detention.”