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Prinxiety

Tags: Top! Virgil, Bottom! Roman, masturbation, dirty talk, handjobs, blowjobs, overstimulation, being caught (it's relatively kinky, beware)

Roman's POV

The prince groaned in annoyance at his late-night 'problem'. He was far too tired to do anything about it himself, but his boyfriend Virgil was probably asleep like the rest of the sides. He glanced over at his closet where the sex toys he'd secretly collected over the years were kept in a box, waiting to be used. 

After a bit of fumbling, Roman found his closet door in the dark room and opened it, rummaging around until he found his prize.

He lay the box on his bed and opened it carefully, considering his options. He pulled out a small vibrator, deeming it worthy of the relief he needed. He placed it on the bed and struggled to take off his clothes, every snap and shift of fabric alerting his ears. I swear to Disney, if someone hears me... He wasn't sure what would be worse; another side walking in on him riding a vibrator, or walking in on him as he took off his clothes next to a vibrator. He was oh so glad that it was late and no one would be up as he snatched the lube from his bedside table and got to work.

Virgil's POV

It was late, yes. But he was Anxiety for heaven's sake; he practically had the night shift. Virgil carefully closed his door behind him like he did every night and walked down the hall, staying as quiet as possible as to not wake his fellow sides. 

When he passed Roman's room, his brain did a double-take. Is that...moaning? Virgil's face and neck flushed, hoping to god the sound was simply a hallucination caused by all of the time he'd spent being Remus's prank victim.

There it was again. A muffled, pleasure-filled moan coming from the creative trait's door. There was no way he was hallucinating this. 

"V-Virgil..."

The dark side's eyes widened in shock, his instincts screaming at him to walk away and pretend he'd never heard. He did the opposite, turning the doorknob slowly until the medal let out a squeak of defiance. His boyfriend's moaning ceased, so Virgil abandoned all subtlety and whipped open the door.

And there sat Roman, his face flushed and his hair an unruly mess. He only had a red t-shirt on, the rest of him exposed to Virgil. They locked eyes, both of them knowing this could end either very badly, or...

"H-hi...?"

Roman hopped off the bed, wrapping a blanket around himself. Virgil watched him back up intently.

Roman's POV

Crap. 

"I can explain, I swear. I...why did you even come in? Why are you awake?" 

Virgil didn't answer. Instead, he approached him with a small smirk on his face. 

"I'm Anxiety. You think I ever get sleep?" 

Another step back. His back was against the wall. Why isn't he freaking out? Wait, why am I freaking out? He's my boyfriend. Roman stared at Virgil, confusion painting his face. They'd never done anything before. Did Virgil...want to? His gaze darted over to the abandoned vibrator lying on his bed. When he looked back, Virgil was smiling at him.

"What? You want to continue? Go right ahead, princess. I won't bother you."

Roman shook his head and took a sharp breath as Virgil closed the last few inches between them, catching the creative side's lips on his own. Roman opened his mouth, letting his boyfriend have control of the kiss. Virgil pulled away, his eyes dark with lust.