Addiction~Prinxiety

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(TW~ Smut~ Teasing, Hands free, Praise kink) ( Roman is talking about one of his sex dreams with his therapist A.K.A Emile. I figured I would explain before the chapter in case it's something that would make you uncomfortable or too anxious to read)

"So our last session ended with us bringing up your dreams?" Roman shifted uncomfortably as he looked up to see Dr. Picani carefully writing in his notepad. "You mentioned how they were disrupting your sleep."

"I don't know if I can..." Emile just smiled as he clasped his hands together in his lap.

"Roman, it's alright. We've brought up many topics before this one. And just as I said with all of them... this topic is not dirty nor in any way make you a bad person. You've been through a lot and simply used it as a... a coping mechanism... a way to feel loved and cared for."

"I know. It's just..." Roman sighed as he started to bounce his leg anxiously. "It's not something I typically like talking about. Plus... If it... if it causes a 'reaction' I'd be embarrassed."

"I'm a therapist, Roman." Emile smiled sadly as he fixed his glasses a bit. "There isn't anything I haven't seen or heard. I'm a medical professional. I won't pressure you, but... We will need to be able to talk about this at some point, Roman. If it has a negative effect on your life than it needs to be addressed."

"I know." Roman groaned as he forced himself back till he was laying down on the couch. "I know. I'm just scared. I love him. I love him so much. I don't like how... pushy my own head is."

"It does not make you a bad person, Roman." Roman's eyes narrowed in thought as he heard the scratching sound of a pen to paper. "If you want... Why don't you start with whichever one your most comfortable with?"

"Hey there, Princey." Roman smiled as he glanced over to see Virgil just standing there in the doorway of the older room. He was smirking at him in a way that always sent fire to his veins. "Any plans?"

"Not anymore." Roman jumped off the bed, pulling Virgil in who laughed as he quickly shut the door. Roman reached over nearly stumbling as he locked it before Virgil started to tug him over to the bed. 

"Shirt." Roman laughed as he quickly pulled his off just as commanded, shivering under the youngers touch. Virgil let his hands ghost over Roman's chest and down his torso before moving to his back, pressing up against him, as he kissed him hard. Roman moaned lightly as his own arms wrapped loosely around Virgil's. The two just melted into each other and the moment. It didn't last long however, as Virgil whipped Roman onto the bed with a laugh. "Princey?"

"Yes, my love?" Virgil rolled his eyes softly as Roman laid back out of breath.

"Pants... Are you going to take them off... or do I have to do it for you?" Roman couldn't stop the moan that spilled out from his lips as he flushed a deep red. "I guess that answered my question... Huh? My prince..."

"Oh, Virgil..." Virgil chuckled as he leaned over the panting man, using one hand to undo the buttons of Roman's pants. He started to pull the pants down, never taking his eyes off of his prince.

"I can't..." Roman groaned as he pulled his knees in panting slightly as he flushed with embarrassment. "I just can't. I just..."

"It's ok, Roman. You're doing good." Roman frowned as he glanced over to see Emile giving him a supportive look. "So far this particular dream seems to just be about intimacy. Being with the man you love... It's not wrong to have dreams like this, Roman. Everyone has these types of dreams."

"But I don't stop having them." Roman whined as he gripped his head tightly. "Ever since I've seen him I dreamed about him. Now that we're together... they're nearly every night. It's bad enough dealing with my thoughts when with him."