Adoption - Sanders Sides One Shots

Prinxiety- Heat in the Living Room

So this is heat, very heated. Written by my dear friend @SspaceAace . If you're an innocent cinnamon roll, just don't read. This isn't normal for my page, but again, my friend wrote it. Give all the credit to her. Anyway, enjoy:)

Virgil was screaming Romans name, pleading for him stop. It was too much. He couldn't handle it. The pain was so intense he though he was going to pass out any minute. Tears leaked out of the corner of his eyes as-

       That's when Roman slammed his computer shut. It was the tenth Prinxiety smut he had read that day. He was in too deep (that's what she said), but it was all he could do to pretend it had never happened. Also, considering he was lain out on the couch across from the other sides "watching" some documentary during their movie night that Logan had be fanning about for the past week, the circumstance was highly inappropriate.

       Suddenly, a hot breath curled around his ear, startling him enough to jump a little. Whipping his head towards the source of heat, Roman found himself face to face with a very amused Virgil.

       He could just make out the darker trait through the black of the room as he nodded towards the closed laptop with a knowing grin. "What's going on in there, Princey?" His voice came out as barely a whisper, but it was enough to make Roman blush a deep red, and uncomfortably shift in his seat.

       "Nothing of note, Doctor Gloom." Princey responded in a rushed tone, attempting to recover from his poorly masked bout of embarrassment.

       Virgil hummed, officially no longer paying any mind to the documentary the other sides were caught up in. Instead, his eyes became lidded and he began to slowly creep his hand along the back of the couch, out of Roman's eyesight.

       The flushed side only began to catch onto the game when he felt a long finger drag sensually along the back of his neck, and dip a finger under the lapels of his suit. A shiver ran down Roman's spine as he miserably failed at holding in his gasp. He had never before expressed his intense feelings for the depressing trait, and had resolved himself to looking onto his love from afar. So it came as a not entirely unwanted surprise when Vigil's hand started to climb lower, and lower, and lower, unbuttoning the upper clasps of his top before abruptly retracting.

      Roman blinked his eyes open, not having realized they'd closed in his moment of euphoria, and found that a pair of swirling brown eyes identical to his own staring back at him. What he didn't expect, however, was to see the desire pooling in his orbs.

       Virgil leisurely moved forwards towards the impossibly red trait sitting stiffly before him, making sure to brush his hand up against the other's thigh. He grazed his lips along Roman's ear, tempted to tease him a bit more by pulling the soft flesh into his mouth, but resisting when he felt the other man becoming fidgety with nerves.

       "I want you, Ro." Virgil murmured huskily into his ear, and without warning, threw his leg over the eccentric side's jean-clad lap, pressing himself into the man beneath him. This time, Roman couldn't hold back the breathy moan the maneuver extracted.

       It took a moment to register, but once he had realized that the sound had, in fact, come out of his mouth, Roman clamped a hand over his lips and frantically glanced over to where his other friends were sitting. Fortunately, they were too caught up in the film on screen, although Patton seemed to be dozing off, to notice the movement on  the other side of the couch.

       Virgil seemed to take the noise as a good sign, and let his hands drift back to the few undone buttons at the top of Romans jacket. However, he noticed that his flustered companion had begun to flick his eyes around the room as to avoid eye contact, and smirked. He placed a finger under the other's chin and tilted his head up as to force eye contact. At first, he was startled to see the hunger aimed back at him, but then settled the smirk back on his face.

       "So ready for me to unravel you, my prince." The dominant man growled lowly so that only the man under him could decipher the words spoken.

       Princey almost let another small groan escape him as Virgil tauntingly held his eyes, and once more began to undo the buttons on his shirt at a painstakingly slow pace. The moment the garment had been discarded, however, Virgil didn't hesitate to drag his long fingers along the newly bared chest.  Roman's breath sped up to a pant as he felt one hand slowly caress his flat stomach, while the other wandered down to drag across his thigh.

       What truly set him over the edge, though, was when Virgil began to palm at his growing hard-on. A loud moan escaped him, but was cut off by the feeling of Virgil's lips brushing along his jawline, leaving ghosts of a kiss here and there. The dark side glanced briefly over at Logan, who was absorbed in the television, before once more adding pressure to the sensitive man beneath him with his hand.

       Just as Roman began to wonder if he was dreaming, Virgil made his boldest move yet, albeit a bit shyly.

       The dominant man tangled his hand into Roman's hair and roughly pulled his head forward, smashing their lips together, and giving Virgil the opportunity to begin to grind his hips down onto the other man's evident erection.

       "Oh ahh m-my!", a whimper mixed with breathy need was drawn from Roman's lips once they both pulled away reluctantly, letting his eyes roll into the back of his head. He gripped onto his love' hips, securing him in place.

       Virgil, too, was having a hard time keeping his vocals quiet as pleasure ripped through his body and heat pool at his core. "Ro, you've gotta keep it down. You do want to keep this up, yeah?"

       The prince nodded vigorously, and gladly let the lust-filled man on top of him dominate his mouth once more.

       This time it was Virgil's groan that was lost into Roman's mouth as the later man started to rotate his hips upwards. For a moment, they just reveled in exploring each others mouths with wet tongues and sloppy kisses before silently agreeing that they needed more. Reluctantly pulling away, they began to move off the couch when the seemingly submissive trait placed open-mouthed kisses up and down Vigil's jaw, stealthily slipping his belt off as well.

       The loud moan it extracted unfortunately did not go unnoticed by the, apparently forgotten, people across the room, and prove to give them quite a shock when they turned to see a flash of red and black dash around the corner into the hallway.

       It did, in contrast, give way for a smirk to settle on Princey's face as he roughly kicked the door shut behind him as he entered his dark room, and resume pulling off his lover's remaining clothes. Then, he threw the dark side onto the bed behind him and crawled up to rest his lips by the other man's ear. As he spoke, he basked in the needy whine that he was able to pull from a pouting Virgil's lips and the painfully hard erection he could feel grinding against his own.

       "Did you think that dominance act would last long, lover boy?"