Janus hates how weak he is for Patton, those soft eyes, gentle praises, rough hands against his thighs and hips as he pounds into him in the middle of the kitchen for goodness sake! He supposes his weakness for Patton and his high sex drive has gotten him here then, bent over the kitchen counter in the early hours of the morning, whining into his clenched fists trying not to make too much noise as Patton fucks ruthlessly into him.
"Quiet, baby," Patton coos, nails digging into Janus' hips, "don't want the others finding you spread out like a slut."
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Sanders Sides Drabbles #4
FanfictionThe fourth installment of mostly smutty drabbles for Sanders Sides. Find the previous parts on my profile.
