Roman didn't often find himself at sword point, himself carrying around his own sword for those very reasons but, well, having his own sword pointed at him is oddly arousing. He's stood stock still, Virgil's warm body behind him holding his wrists at his sides so he's unable to move, his lips pressing soft kisses against his skin between words both of praise and humiliation. And Logan is in front of him, face blank and holding Roman's own sword against his throat, the metal cool and...
"You like this, don't you? Being so close to danger at our hands," Virgil whispers against his ear, one of his hand's releases Roman's own and slides to the front of Roman's trousers, palming against his obviously hard cock. And Roman jerks against his touch, the metal of the sword pressing into his skin just a fraction making his breath hitch. He raises his gaze to watch Logan, a small smirk on his face, moving the sword so gently against his skin, determined not to press too hard.
"You do enjoy this, yes? Being held, vulnerable, against your own sword," Virgil utters, voice low and dangerous, "you're gorgeous like this, Ro, just for us."
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Sanders Sides Drabbles #2
FanfictionA collection of drabbles about the Sanders Sides. More NSFW than not. Part one: https://www.wattpad.com/530151779-sanders-sides-drabbles-hot-and-bothered-lamp Part three: https://www.wattpad.com/722223010-sanders-sides-drabbles-3-pet-names-logince
