#thomas sander

I will be trying to write this drawing from cannon only however I have been in the Sander Sides fandom for quite some time and so not all of my characterization will be completely accurate, I am aware that Remus and Roman did not have conventional childhoods with parents as they are only metaphysical but due to the nature of humans dysfunctional sibling relationships occur within a greater family and society with all that said and done let’s get into the meat of it.

A “glass child” is a term used for a sibling of someone with higher needs than themselves and thus the glass child receives very little of the caregivers attention leading to them feeling see through like glass. Glass children most often have medically complex siblings but in cases where a child’s behavior is so dangerous or undesirable that preventing it or limiting damage takes allot of focus and effort from the adults around them the sibling will often end up being neglected, in some cases the glass child will have to assist in caring for their sibling. Roman is very clearly desperate for attention from the other sides, he wants to be praised and looked at and admired. His ego is very fragile perhaps do to his being put aside in order to deal with Remus. When guardians are trying to protect the glass child they may end up keeping things from them because “they are too young to know” or leaving them out of the conversation. We see this in Roman in the beginning of “Dark Side Of Creativity” desperately asking his fellow sides to tell him what is happening and then refusing, he is then knocked out and unconscious for the entire discussion including its resolution, and at least on screen no one thinks to clue him in as to what all happened with his brother.

Sibling abuse is often dismissed and a rivalry or spat but when one sibling has more power over the other out of age, strength or, fear it is known as abuse. Sibling abuse like any other abuse can be Mental, physical, emotional or, sexual in nature and because society doesn’t recognize most cases of sibling abuse the protections in place for abused children let victims of sibling abuse fall through the cracks. Many of sibling abuse cases are what’s called “out of parental control cases” meaning that the parent is not the abuser and cannot stop the abuse easily. These cases are a conundrum because most often putting one or both siblings into foster care would only traumatize them more and so children are forced to remain in unsafe homes, “doesn’t sound like a very fun house” as it was put. Growing up with an abusive sibling we couldn’t discuss what happened during there episodes for fear of the guilt triggering another episode and so I was left out of the loop as Roman is through the episode. Logan wasn’t seriously hurt by Remus while Roman was not only because of belief but because Remus has power over Roman, Roman is cannot be safe from his brother the way the other sides are and with that in mind who do you think Remus takes the frustration of not being able to hurt the others out on? It’s no wonder Roman is so scared of becoming like his brother, is so desperate to rip off anything he has in common with Remus, even though they are family, due to their nature they have more in common with each other than they do other sides and that fact haunts Roman.

Patton prefers Roman. Roman is praised more often in “ The Dark Side of Creativity” more often than most any other episode in the series, but most of those compliments are just because he’s not his brother. “Roman is good!” Unlike Remus “Roman is brave!” Unlike Remus “Roman’s function is important” unlike Remus’ Roman is desperate for praise and yet the strongest praise he gets is when he’s asleep and used to hurt his brother. Roman is the favorite because Remus is the least favorite.

Logan doesn't wait for the water to warm up before he steps inside, quickly working to scrub the come off of him the moment he’s under the water.

All the while he was internally debating back and forth with himself.

'Why did I do that?' he wondered, pleased to see the come was all washed off his chest, and then worked instead to wash his hair.

'Money?' came the answer, but Logan shifted his weight from one ache-y leg to the other. Did Remus even give him any money? Not that Logan could remember.

Ugh, he didn't just get scammed out of his virginity, did he? He'd message Remus after school if he had the time.

He quickly finishes showering, not wanting to run up the water bill too high, before grabbing a towel and wrapping it around himself.

He heads back into the living room in order to grab his phone, but when he clicks it on, he's flabbergasted at the fact it reads "2:23am." He stares at the time for a moment, eyes wide, before he groans, falling back onto the couch.

Great, he's extremely late to work. He should probably still go, but, honestly, he didn't feel like going. There was hardly a point, and he'd end up getting scolded for it anyway. Might as well just wait until tomorrow.

He sets his phone to the side, holding his face in his hands for a moment, before he swallows the thick spit in his mouth, face scrunching up afterwards. He needed to brush his teeth, but he could probably use a cup of water first.

With a sigh, he stands back up and goes to get his cup of water from yesterday, planning to rinse it out before getting more, before he pauses, mouth agape on what it's sitting on.

Holy shit...

He picked up the stack of bills with shaky hands, quickly thumbing through them in an effort to count them, before he gasps. There's over four hundred dollars here. What the fuck?

Is that normal? Are they supposed to give that much?

And while it's not a lot compared to the cost of everyday life, it's more than Logan's ever had all at once.

He stares at it for a moment, not being able to process it, before he shakes his head. A part of him doesn't believe it, but logically, this is reality.

And, rather sadly, the first thing his mind goes to when he sees the money is food.

He heads to his room so he could get dressed, before he checks the time again. He knows a couple restaurants, his included, that are open at this hour, but out of habit, he thinks of something cheap.

He takes a one-hundred dollar bill (as that’s what Remus had completely paid him in) and tucks it into his jean pocket, before tucking the rest of the bills into the top drawer of his nightstand. He didn't have a better place for them, so that would have to do for now. Maybe he could buy an actual wallet or something eventually.

He grabs the one jacket he owns, a thin and tattered navy blue one, and quickly pulls it on, before grabbing his phone and heading out. His stomach growls at the idea of food, which reminds him to thank Remus when, or more specifically if, he sees Remus again.

He walks to the nearest fast-food place, before strolling inside. It's practically empty, except for a couple sitting in a corner booth and the surprisingly chatty staff, but Logan hardly pays that any mind. He's more focused on the fact his stomach rumbles the moment he walks inside and gets hit with the strong scent of meats and fried food.

Not the healthiest meals, but it's what Logan could normally afford, and what was near where he lived.

He ordered something cheap, and admittedly small. Just a hamburger. At least it came with vegetables on it.

He pays with the large bill, before tucking the change he receives back into his back pocket, before standing to the side and waiting for his food. His foot taps rhythmically, as his eyes look around. He mostly focuses on staring through the large windows around the perimeter of the restaurant, looking out at the night sky.

It's cloudy, but peeking through the grey clouds are bright clusters of stars. If he looks hard enough, he can pick out specific constellations, before they're hidden by the clouds once again.

Logan busies himself with staring at the sky, before his order is called. Then, he grabs the upsettingly light to-go bag and leaves. He'd rather eat in the comfort of his appointment. Since he wasn't at work currently (due to him sleeping in) he decided he could squeeze in some study time before he had to head to school.

Granted, that was hours away, but time was always scarce in Logan's mind. His life for the past year has consisted of going to school, studying for a couple hours, going to work, and then going to school, and the cycle just repeated and repeated.

He walks home slower than usual, deciding he'd take some time to really appreciate the cool air that lightly shakes the trees around him, and the how the moon peeks through the clouds, occasionally gracing him with tranquil light.

The smell of his food causes his stomach to flip, nauseous due to going a few days without eating, but still extremely hungry. He decides to pick up his pace for that reason, determining that he really wants to get home and eat.

He quickly walks the rest of the way back to his apartment, sucking in a few deep breaths of fresh air while he walks.

When he gets back to his apartment, he tosses his bag of food onto the couch, before he quickly opens up all the windows, allowing a nice rush of cool air to cycle through the small space. Normally, he'd be hesitant to do so because of bugs, but he decided that he wouldn't worry about that tonight. He settles himself on his couch, grabbing his wrapped hamburger out of the bag.

Before college, he'd probably gag at the idea of eating greasy processed food, and would favor cooking with his parents instead.

And yet, here he was now, relieved to be eating at all.

He devours the burger in just a few bites, and is admittedly still hungry afterwards, but he tosses the empty bag and wrapper into his trash and doesn't even think about going out and getting more food.

In his mind, he still can't afford it.

Even though he now has quite a bit of cash. He obviously remembers he has that, as he passes his nightstand on the way to his bed, but he can't think of using all of that at once.

He does have bills coming up, and he'll need to buy new college supplies soon, so he'll probably save that for those. With that in mind, he dumps the change from his pocket into the nightstand.

Afterwards, Logan collapses onto his bed, which is just a mattress on the floor with some old sheets and a comforter he brought from his parents house. He has a couple blankets to layer up with when it gets cold, but he might want to wash the one laying out on the couch before he thinks of using it again.

He figures he should probably do that tonight, but he's already lying down, and his eyes burn despite the fact he was asleep earlier.

The moment they close, he's out. He never quite realizes just how exhausted he is until he gets to sleep. His body finally has time to rest, and it desperately needs to do so.

He wakes up with a start the next morning as he hears his alarm blaring.

He knew it was smart to constantly keep it on.

Normally, he'd already be walking from his job to school, but he actually got to fall asleep at home for once, so that means he'd be a bit closer to school anyway and have time to freshen up beforehand.

He pulls himself out of bed, before trudging over to his closet. He's still extremely tired, but he knows that he'll wake up somewhat in due time.

There's still an ache in his legs, and the bruising on his hips feel uncomfortable against his jeans. There's not much he can do about either of those problems, though.

With a sigh, he changes into fresher clothes, before taking his dirty clothes and dropping them on the couch on top of the blanket he had been wrapped in the night before. When he got back from school he'd wash it all.

Logan grabs a glass of water, before grabbing his bag and leaving his apartment. He's filled with a bit more energy than usual, and ends up getting to school fairly quickly (although, that may just be due to his acquired skill of speed walking).

He gets to school still surprisingly early, the only factor proving he's there at a different time being Janus, who's usually never there before him.

When Logan sits down, Janus hums, before turning to look at him.

"You look better than normal," he comments, taking the time to stare down Logan. He had changed clothes, which he did try to do daily, but more often than not Logan wore the same clothes for a couple days out of exhaustion. The bags under his eyes had lightened up ever so slightly, and he seemed to be just a bit more energized.

"I ate this morning," Logan explains.

"You look like you slept, too," Janus adds, scratching the side of his face with vitiligo. Admittedly, Logan had been curious about what the unusually light skin felt like, and after he and Janus talked a bit more, he let him feel it.

Unsurprisingly, it felt like normal skin, even if it looked unusual.

"I did," Logan admits. "I... napped after school," he says, technically telling the truth. "And after I woke up I was already late for work, so I just stayed home and eventually went back to sleep."

"Huh. That's... unlike you."

"I suppose it is." Logan pushes up his glasses, shooting Janus a typical, evaluating glance, as if attempting to determine whether or not Janus was going to make any more remarks.

Coming to the conclusion that Janus wasn't, Logan pulls his notes out of his bag and reviews them, just like he does every morning.

Janus shrugs it off, assuming Logan just had a particularly good night, and even though he knows Logan was probably initially upset at the fact that he fell asleep and was late for work, it was probably a miracle in disguise. God knows that Logan hardly sleeps as is.

They're quiet after that short exchange, as per usual, as both of them wait for class to start in their own ways - with Janus on his phone and Logan buried in his notes.

The professor walks into class sometime later, and Logan flips to a new page in his notebook in order to take today's notes.

He's already filled up a notebook from this class last semester, but he wants to make sure he gathers all relevant information (even if that means acquiring some unimportant information along the way as well). You win some, you lose some.

Although, about halfway through class, his mind starts to wander.

It's due to the ache in his legs, and the constant reminder of what he did last night. He felt the need to stretch his legs, but he wasn't given much room to do so.

He slides a finger down the waistband of his pants and quickly runs them over the marks on his hips in order to give them a break from the painful jean material rubbing against them, and while it helps momentarily, the minute he stops it's back to feeling uncomfortable in a moment's time.

His uncomfortable movements are only noticed by Janus, who doesn't say anything out of respect.

The rest of class was spent jotting down notes, only occasionally stopping to mess with the waistband of his pants to ease the pain caused by their pressure, before class eventually ended.

That's when Janus finally decides to ask about what's going on. Having watched Logan fidget all of class, he grew increasingly curious, and while he usually leaves Logan to his own things, all the moving and uncomfortable facial expressions were just way too unlike him.

"Are you okay?" Janus asks, as they pack up their stuff.

Logan hums, shooting him a confused look. "Yeah? Why wouldn't I be?"

"You kept moving," Janus says, with a shrug. "You seemed... uncomfortable."

"Oh, that." Logan slings his bag over his shoulder, before checking his phone for the time. "I'm sore; it's nothing to worry about. I'm sure I'll be fine in a few days."

"That's fair. Why are you sore? You don't seem like the type to have time to work out," Janus says, gathering his own stop before he and Logan leave the lecture hall. "Or do much of anything."

Logan rolls his eyes at the all-too-real implication he doesn't have any free time.

"For your information, I have a couple hours of leisure time in between school and work," Logan informs him. He doesn't bother telling Janus why he's sore, simply just assuming he didn't really want to know.

His previous question seemed more rhetorical, and like a set up to playfully insult him, instead of an actual question.

There's no more words exchanged after that, Janus just shrugging before he walks off to his next class, and Logan doing very much the same.

Despite the ache in his hips, Logan ends up being able to fully push Remus out of his head throughout the rest of the day.

He manages to focus solely on school as he usually did, before he heads home after school is finished. He's mentally writing an apology to his boss as he slowly walks back to his apartment building; his mind never taking a break.

He probably wouldn't want to mention that he skipped it because he accidentally fell asleep after sex, seeing as that'd be a very weird thing to tell your boss, so he'd probably just vaguely mentioned he napped after school and then apologize for it.

When he gets home, he settles into the corner of the couch as per usual, going over the work he had to do for school. He didn't have much, considering he's rather efficient at getting stuff done in class, but occasionally he has some leftover work to do.

He opens his computer, giving it a moment to connect to the internet, while he works to pull out his notebook and workbooks from a few other classes.

He turns back to his computer after a moment, realizing that he left it on the sugar daddy tab. After it had connected, his profile had loaded up, and a multitude of alerts had gathered in a chat-esque feature.

Curious, he clicked onto it, being met with a plethora of messages from none other than Remus.

'heyyy baby'

'looooogan'

'logan :(((('

'oh shit dont you have school'

'my bad'

'baby message me back when you see this, mmkay??'

Logan can't help rolling his eyes at Remus's persistence. They talked once, fucked in the same night, and now he was acting overly clingy. Was this normal?

'Hey,' Logan messages, before he even thinks about what he's doing. He felt an... obligation, almost, to respond. Especially after yesterday. 'Convenient you messaged; I actually wanted to talk to you.'

Remus responds almost immediately, although Logan finds that he isn't that surprised.

'oh?' Remus says, and Logan narrows his eyes slightly.

'Yes,' he replies. 'I wanted to ask if the amount of money you left was typical. Is that how much clients usually get paid?'

'if by 'clients' you mean 'sugar babies' then it depends'

'How so?'

'it's all business talk with you, huh,' Remus says, and Logan figures it's said playfully, but he's unsure of how to respond at first. He doesn't have to, though, as Remus continues. 'texting probably isnt the place to talk abt this, so how bout i come over later and we can talk then ;))'

Logan shifts in his seat at the reminder of the last time he talked with Remus.

'If you're also implying we copulate, then I would prefer if we 'talked' at a later date. I'm sore.'

He's not against it, of course, seeing as he did sign up for this (and was sure he could opt out at any time) but he couldn't stand to do it again so soon after. Especially since he already missed working yesterday, and he couldn't guarantee that if he and Remus had sex today, he wouldn't miss work again tonight.

Remus doesn't seem to mind Logan wanting to wait a bit though, as he says 'over the weekend, then?'

Over the weekend would definitely be the most convenient, considering Logan would have a lot more free time until work. He had every other Saturday off, and...

Logan pulled out his work schedule with a hum (which he also kept tucked into his bag for complete convenience - it had both his work schedule and class schedules). He scans over it, before seeing that this happened to be the weekend he had Saturday off.

'Yeah, this weekend works,' he replies. 'Specifically Saturday.'

'nice, saturday works <333'

'i can explain everything to you then, and then ofc if youre feeling better we can mess around ;))'

Logan rolls his eyes, going to open a new tab, before Remus sends one final message.

'also, we should probably exchange numbers. itd be easier to talk that way tbh'

Oh. Logan honestly expected another silly message or something, but that actually made logical sense.

'Yes,' he replies, after a moment. 'I suppose we should.' Deciding that he totally trusted this man he'd talked to once, he sent his number to Remus with little hesitation. Remus is silent for a moment, before Logan's phone buzzes, no doubt a text from Remus himself.

He checks his phone, seeing '<333' pop up, and he sighed. He responds with 'Hello, Remus,' before quickly inserting Remus's contact into his phone.

Surprisingly, that short exchange, if it even qualifies as a genuine exchange, is the end of their entire conversation. Remus leaves Logan alone (for the time being), fully allowing Logan to do his work (and finally close out of the sugar daddy website).

He manages to do so without any more interruptions, and since he and Remus had a set date (with no official plans/means of transportation/decided place they'd meet), Logan was able to push it out of his mind.

They could always discuss specifics at a later date, but for now Logan really had a lot to do.

That's what ends up happening. Logan does his schoolwork, goes to his job, and then goes to school right after, and that cycle loops through the rest of the week.

Mixed in with a few texts from Remus now, of course.

They end up deciding that Remus will just come over to Logan's house again, as Remus wanted to make sure they were somewhere Logan was both familiar and comfortable with, as well as to save them the inconvenience of Remus going from his own house, to Logan's apartment, and then back to his house (even though he wouldn't mind doing so; it was more so Logan who found it impractical).

By the time Saturday actually rolls around, Logan has stopped by the fast food place near his house a couple more times.

He always orders something small, but it's enough for him.

He sleeps in on Saturday, as it's one of the only days where he has time to rest and regain all of the energy he lost during the week.

Granted, only sleeping one night a week wasn't healthy by any means, but Logan managed.

He wakes up a bit before noon, and decides to lay in bed a while longer. His body had healed quite a bit from his and Remus's last interaction, and the soreness had eased considerably.

His eyes close once again, before his phone buzzes, prompting Logan to sigh and turn in bed, grabbing his phone. He brings it to his face, sitting up slightly as he grabs his glasses, before opening the message he received.

'text me when you wake up and ill come over, kay? wanna make sure youre awake and all that <333'

Logan rolls his eyes, responding with 'I just woke up; give me an hour.'

It was near noon already, but Logan wanted to shower, and would honestly just need some time to fully get himself out of bed as is.

Remus responds positively, and Logan groans as he drags himself out of bed. He leaves his phone to the side, as he heads into the bathroom. He quickly showers, before getting dressed and brushing his teeth.

His windows have been kept open all week, allowing fresh air to cycle through and help to dry out his hair just a bit quicker, although it's still damp by the time there's a knock on his door.

Having been previously lounging on the couch reading (and honestly just awaiting Remus's arrival), he's quickly able to open the door when Remus arrives.

"Hey there, Logan!" Remus greets him, walking inside without a second thought. Logan shuts the door behind him, before he's once again pulled into Remus's arms, and specifically into a kiss.

His face flushes out of surprise, which just prompts Remus to snort when he pulls away.

"I've forgotten how cute you are," he comments, prompting Logan's face of surprise to fall into something more neutral, rolling his eyes.

With a hum, Remus wraps an arm around Logan's waist and leads him to Logan's room. Logan would question how he knows where it was if he hadn't already assumed that's where Remus grabbed his blanket from.

"You know, this is hardly a room," Remus says, rather bluntly, as he pulls Logan onto his rather sad excuse for a bed. No supports, no headboard. Just a mattress on the floor.

Logan doesn't respond, just raising an eyebrow, almost as if silently asking Remus what he gains by criticizing his room. Remus stares at him in silence for a few seconds before he snorts. "Sorry," he says, sitting up and pulling Logan up, who was now seated on his lap. He was apologizing for speaking without thinking, which he does quite a lot.

He hoped Logan didn't take that as him being rude; he was just being honest. Brutally so.

He'd have to buy Logan and actual headboard and such... probably a whole new mattress, considering the one they were currently on was rather stiff and uncomfortable.

"Don't be," Logan responds, with a shrug. Remus has a point; his room is bland aside from his drab bed, a trashcan, and single nightstand. He had a few books stacked to the side of the mattress (all gifts from his parents), but they had no genuine place. Therefore, they stayed on the floor.

There's silence for a moment, neither of them really knowing what to say, before Remus clears his throat.

"So, you asked about money the other day," Remus says, with a hum, pulling Logan a bit closer to him. "The amount of money that a sugar baby makes is honestly completely dependent on the daddy."

Remus's hands are rubbing Logan's hips, which is more distracting than it should be to Logan, but he still stares at Remus, listening to what he's saying.

"Babies can make anywhere between... like... one-thousand to five-thousand dollars monthly. There's a lot it depends on."

"Such as?" Logan inquires, prompting Remus to grin.

"Such as, what the baby is willing to do, and how often they'll do it." Remus's hands snake around and grab Logan's ass, prompting him to jump and grip Remus's shoulders, face red, as he narrows his eyes. "The kinkier you are, the more you'll get paid, usually. And while everyone should be respectful of each other's boundaries, people will pay more if you do more extreme things."

He sounds like he's speaking from experience, but... not as a sugar daddy.

"Is that how you operate?" Logan asks. He doesn't know how far he'd be willing to go just for money, but he is pretty desperate.

Remus laughs though, and his hands momentarily still. "No, no. I understand you're new to all of this; we can go slow for as long as you need."

"The last time we had sex was considered 'slow?'"

"Well... not technically, but it is vanilla."

Logan frowns now, seemingly confused. Remus can tell he wants to ask something, but he's clearly hesitant to ask it.

"I might seem very uneducated by asking this," Logan says, prefacing his question, "but what do you mean by 'vanilla?'"

"It's a term in the BDSM community," Remus says, casually, as if that explains anything. Seeing Logan's confused face at that, he hums, before continuing. "BDSM is more extreme sexual things. Like... handcuffs, and whips, and a whole bunch of different things." Remus doesn't miss the way Logan's eyebrows crease as he tries to think of how handcuffs and whips can be used sexually, before his face bursts into flames as he seemingly realizes. Remus can't help snickering.

"But the term 'vanilla' specifically references someone who isn't kinky, and doesn't do more extreme things."

"Oh." Logan's avoiding Remus's gaze at this point. "That makes sense." Especially for him. He didn't have that much experience, so it'd make sense that he's rather... vanilla.

"Of course," Remus continues. "We can always work our way up to kinkier things." His voice drops. "I'd love to tie you up in different positions. Or cover you in pretty marks. Doesn't that sound fun, Logan?"

Logan still can't specifically picture being tied up, seeing as he didn't know what that was like and he hadn't experienced it, but he could imagine it was new and exciting.

But the marks made Logan shiver. Remus had left a few hickeys along his thighs last time they fucked, and while uncomfortable afterwards, Logan did enjoy them.

"Yeah," he eventually stutters out, his composed nature once again disrupted by Remus.

Remus snickers, pressing a kiss to Logan's cheek, before he says "well, I can do that then. Provided I have your consent."

And Logan takes a moment to be thankful for how considerate Remus is, before nodding and saying "yeah." Remus immediately buries his face in Logan's neck, before Logan suddenly says "wait."

Remus hums, pulling away with a small pout, but otherwise just looks curious.

"If I'm uncomfortable, you'll stop, right?"

Remus stares at him for a moment, softening slightly. "Well yeah, duh," he answers, as if that was the clear answer, before he presses a short kiss to Logan's lips. "This reminds me that we should set up a safeword, though."

"A safeword?"

"It's literally what it sounds like," Remus says, with a snort. "You say it during sexual instances, or even just normally affectionate ones, if you want to stop."

"Oh. That seems useful."

"It is, and it helps to make sure both partners are constantly comfortable, seeing as both can use it."

Logan nods. "That's smart. What's the safeword?"

"It can differ from relationship to relationship, but I choose to use the stoplight system. It's simple and easy to remember."

"Okay, explain that to me."

Remus snickers. "I am, give me a minute." He clears his throat, before explaining. "The stoplight system consists of three words, or three colours. Green, which said mostly when prompted. It means everything's good and that you want to keep going. Yellow, which is said when you're uncomfortable with something and that something needs to be changed. And then red, which is said when you're very uncomfortable and want to stop something we're doing, or stop engaging completely."

"That seems easy enough to remember," Logan says, with a hum. "And it works."

"Good," Remus says, pressing a final kiss to Logan's lips. "Remember to say them the moment you feel uncomfortable, or bad, or in pain in a not fun way. I'd love to hurt you, but I'd hate for you to not enjoy it."

Excitement courses through Logan's body simply at Remus's words, and the implication he wanted to hurt Logan (he assumed in a sexual way), even though he didn't understand why he was so excited by the prospect.

He doesn't question it, though, instead just nodding and mumbling "yeah, fair," which prompts Remus to kiss his cheek, before going back to Logan's neck.

He presses a few kisses to the pale skin, before he bites down suddenly, earning a beautiful gasp from Logan.

He snickers as Logan obediently tilts his head to the side, giving Remus more access, which he definitely takes advantage of. He sucks over the mark he just made, pressing a kiss to it afterwards, before he finds a different spot to suck a hickey into.

Each bite drew more noises from Logan, and by the time Remus has left a suitable amount of hickeys over Logan's neck (that suitable amount being Logan's entire neck was covered in marks), Logan was red in the face and squirming.

He's hard in his jeans, uncomfortably so, and slightly embarrassed because of it.

He never knew he liked being bitten so much. They'd be hard to hide, though, but he wasn't really thinking about that at the moment. He was too busy focusing on Remus's hands that were sliding up his shirt, before they eventually worked it off of him.

Remus's mouth is back on him without a second thought, kissing over his shoulders and nipping at them teasingly.

"Remus," Logan breathes out, voice shaking slightly, and Remus grins.

"Yes, baby?" Remus asks, voice teasing, but his hands never cease. They run over Logan's sides and up his chest, feeling over his nipples, before coming back down to his legs, squeezing his ass and thighs. All of the groping just increases Logan's arousal, and he ends up tucking his face in Remus's neck in a matter of moments.

Remus grins again, pleased with how flushed he could make Logan, but also finding it extremely cute with how worked up he was due to just simple touches.

Remus's hands find their way to Logan's waist, where they work to push him back onto his bed, Remus leaning over him. A familiar position, and one that reminds him of the last time they had sex, which causes him to blush.

He doesn't know why he's blushing; he doesn't feel necessarily embarrassed, but he is hot and horny and Remus's lips are kissing over his chest.

He's tempted to ask Remus to take his pants off at least, shifting uncomfortably as the constricting material rubs against his cock.

Unfortunately, he can't really speak in between his pitiful whines caused by Remus sucking over his nipples, so he takes it into his own hands, quite literally, as he moves his hands down in an attempt to undo his jeans.

However, he's stopped quickly, one of Remus's hands grabbing his wrists and pinning them above his head.

And Logan's shocked to say that being completely pinned down excites him.

"What are you doing, baby?" Remus asks him, voice low, and Logan shivers, as he sees that Remus expects him to answer.

Logan clears his throat. "I was trying to take my pants off," he says, still squirming under Remus's hold. "It's uncomfortable with them on."

Remus hums, a smirk creeping onto his face. "You could have just asked, Lo," Remus says, releasing Logan's hands, while his own slowly tug down Logan's jeans. "I'll never deny an opportunity to undress you."

Logan feels the blood rush to his face, as he props himself onto his elbows, getting to watch as Remus slowly pulls his pants the rest of the way off of him, before settling between Logan's legs.

He spreads Logan's legs easily, holding his thighs apart as Remus presses kisses and bites over those as well. He kisses over each new hickey he creates, slowly moving inwards with his marks.

Logan whines, as Remus gets closer to his aching cock. "Remus, please," he whines out, earning a chuckle from Remus himself.

"Please what?" Remus shoots back, half teasing and half genuinely asking. He pulls away from Logan's pretty legs in order to look at his face, momentarily worried Logan might ask him to stop. Instead, however, Logan's biting his lip and watching Remus with eyes that are shining with anticipation.

He opens his mouth to answer, before closing it again and whining. Remus clearly knows what he wants; Logan doesn't understand why he's asking.

Remus stares at him for a moment more, before sighing.

"You're too cute for your own good," he says, offhandedly, before he leans back in between Logan's legs. He mouths at Logan's cock through his boxers, causing Logan to buck his hips, while Remus reaches into his pocket and pulls out another condom and some lube.

Once the condom and lube are out, Remus pulls away, and tugs down Logan's boxers with a lot less patience than before.

Remus is clearly excited himself, and Logan's pleased to see so.

Logan's cock is hard and leaking against his stomach, but Logan is preoccupied with once again watching Remus undress.

Remus is quick and quite careless when it comes to pulling his own clothes off, quickly ridding himself of his shirt and shorts. Logan's surprised to see he's not wearing any boxers.

Did he wear boxers the last time he was over?

Slightly unhygienic, but Logan didn't have much time to think about that, as Remus is quick to grab the lube and squirt some over his fingers. Remus doesn't have to spread Logan's legs apart this time, as he spreads them on his own, already knowing what Remus is doing now.

He's eager to get this moving along, but he supposes that being prepped is a necessity.

At least, while he's still new to this.

Remus immediately gets to work stretching him out, seemingly just as excited as Logan was to get to sex. Remus quickly stretches him out, moving from one finger, to two, and then to three, drinking in the whines that are pouring out of Logan's mouth.

After making sure Logan was completely stretched out, Remus wastes no time quickly opening the condom and rolling it on, before lubing up his cock as well.

Then, Remus asks "colour," which reminds Logan of the system they had set up before all of this.

Logan's confused for a moment, before he remembers, and responds with "green," which Remus smiles at. He leans over briefly to press a kiss to Logan's lips, which Logan happily returns, before pulling away.

He lines up with Logan's hole, reminding him to relax, before he slowly pushes in.

Logan moans, head thrown back as Remus pushes into him, before Remus is fully inside. He pauses for a moment, allowing Logan to adjust to his size. While they both wait, Remus places kisses over Logan's chest, dragging his teeth over Logan's chest and nipples, mostly just to hear the way Logan's breath hitches and his gasps.

After a few moments, Remus asks "can I move?" Logan looks confused, before realizing that Remus is (obviously) asking if Logan is okay enough to allow Remus to fuck into him.

He nods, breathing out a "yeah" afterwards, and Remus needs no further prompting. His rough hands are back on Logan's waist, as he pulls his cock out, before sharply thrusting back in, the contrast of how soft he was in the beginning the first time they had sex and how quickly Remus was getting rough now was like black and white, but Logan adored it.

Remus still wasn't going as hard as he could go, and Logan could tell from the way he bit his lip and gripped Logan's waist that he was holding back, but he was still being rather rough.

Remus's hands squeeze Logan's waist, while he bends back down to leave more hickeys over Logan's chest.

"Remus, please," Logan moans out, although he hardly knows what he's begging for. Remus goes to say something, before Logan's back arches, and he suddenly cries out "Remus!"

Remus just resorts to grinning instead, as he holds Logan tightly and roughly abuses that spot, eliciting louder noises to spill from Logan's mouth.

"Fuck, baby," Remus groans out, as Logan stares up at him, mouth agape as moans pour from it. "You're so sensitive. So cute, too. Seeing you all covered in marks and drooling," his just rambling on as his thrusts speed up, repeatedly nailing Logan's prostate and constantly making him whine.

Logan was, in fact, drooling, and he tries to wipe the spit away, but is quickly stopped by Remus, who takes both of his hands yet again, more firmly holding him down. Logan can't fight back, and he frankly doesn't want to, instead just whining and letting Remus do with him as he pleased.

"Remus," he whines out, eyes screwed shut in pleasure. "I'm so close! Please- please don't stop!"

"Oh, I don't plan to, baby," Remus replies, with a grin, further increasing the roughness of his thrusts, and tightening his hold considerably on both Logan's waist, while the hand holding Logan's wrists move to stroke his leaking cock.

Logan moans, babbling out complete nonsense, before he comes with a loud cry of Remus's name over his chest and Remus's hand.

Remus releases his cock afterwards, silently admiring how cute Logan looked all red and covered in come, before his thrusts grow sporadic, and he's coming into the condom with a groan.

He stays inside Logan for a moment, catching his breath, and watching Logan do the same. Logan's eyes are still shut, but when Remus leans down to kiss him, Logan happily kisses back.

"Don't fall asleep, okay?" Remus says, voice significantly quieter than before. "Where's your bathroom?"

"Room on the right," Logan mumbles, bitterly cracking an eye open, as he decides to focus on catching his breath in order to distract him from the exhaustion creeping through him.

Remus nods, pulling out, before quickly tying the condom off and tossing it in the bin. He leaves Logan momentarily to head to the bathroom, and minutes later Logan hears his water running. He curses under his breath, shakily propping himself up in order to be ready for Remus to return.

"I started a bath for you," Remus says, when he comes back, earning a displeased whine from Logan.

"Don't," Logan says, weakly, although he can't really stop what Remus has already started. "I showered this morning and bath's waste too much water."

Remus frowns slightly. "You can't waste too much water. There's so much on the planet."

"I meant-" Logan groans, as he sits up fully, trembling slightly. Remus crouches down next to him, wrapping an arm around Logan's back in order to support him. "I meant, it runs my water bill too high. If I use too much, I can't pay it."

Then, Logan catches Remus rolling his eyes. "That's a stupid reason, especially now that I'm here. I'll pay your water bill, dummy," Remus responds, gently flicking Logan's head, which prompts a frown. But before Logan can argue, and he was definitely preparing to argue, he's scooped into Remus's arms.

"Hey, unrelated, but you should let me take you out to eat sometime," Remus says, as he dips his foot in the water, before humming, setting Logan in the bath afterwards. He then gently pulls Logan's glasses off his face, and sets them to the side, on the counter.

Despite protesting about it earlier, Logan sighs happily at the warm water surrounding him, immediately sinking into it. Although, he looks towards Remus, confused. "Why?"

"Just to be nice," Remus responds, with a shrug, as he kneels down next to the bathtub. "And you need to eat more." He pokes Logan's thin stomach in order to prove his point, and Logan quickly smacks his hand away.

"I can't afford it," Logan replies, with a roll of his eyes, before Remus snickers.

"Wow, do I just not exist?" he jokes, before lightly knocking on Logan's head. "I'll pay, dumbass." The rude word causes Logan to roll his eyes again. "The only condition is I get to have a taste of you afterwards, because you look like the finest snack I've ever seen." Remus winks afterwards, but Logan just stares at him blankly.

"That doesn't make sense," Logan says, after a moment, Remus's flirtatious joke completely missing the mark. "I'm not a snack; I'm a person."

Remus sighs slightly, before muttering "and I thought I was dumb" which just causes Logan's frown to deepen, gritting his teeth. "It was a sex joke, Logan. Seriously, though, let me take you out to dinner one of these days."

Logan stares at him, as if considering it, before replying with "maybe."

And, he doesn't really know if he ultimately wants to accept or decline, but Remus sounds hopeful, as he says "okay! That's a good sign!"

He helps Logan wash up, considering he swayed slightly just sitting up, before helping him dry off and pull on some comfortable clothes. Remus doesn't bother cleaning himself up much, settling for just a quick wipe down with Logan's dirty towel. After that, he pulls on his own clothes, before turning back to Logan, who had collapsed in his bed and was seemingly already asleep.

Remus didn't bother double-checking that. He looked like he needed more sleep anyway, so he might as well let him rest. Just like he did the first time they spent time together, he leaves a handful of bills on top of Logan's nightstand.