#intrulogical sugar daddy au

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What You Need (Intrulogical)

Two days without eating and three without sleeping sounded like the normal schedule for college student Logan Berry. He’s in class all day and works all night just to barely pay off his rent every month. Constant bills leave little room for bare necessities, and it’s clear that his current lifestyle is very damaging. While looking for solutions, he comes across one that seems… mediocre at best, but he’s desperate. What is this solution? A sugar daddy.

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This is part five.

Masterlist

Logan's leg jumps under his seat, bouncing anxiously as he attempts to listen to the professor in front of him. There's an uncomfortable pit in his stomach that's been there for the past two weeks, as Remus hadn't reached out to him at all.

Granted, Logan made no effort to initiate conversation with him either, but after leaving Remus stranded in his limo outside of his work, Logan didn't really feel it was his place. He made the assumption that if Remus wanted to continue their working relationship even after Logan refused to quit his actual job, he'd say so. But that sort of mindset was making Logan feel horrible as Remus's silence was all he was met with.

A hand on his shoulder causes him to jump suddenly, which is met with laughter from Janus.

"Why so jumpy, L?" Janus muses, though it's an actual question. Logan isn't typically one who'd be described as "easy to startle." He was normally too aware of his situation to be caught off guard, unless his mind was caught up in some sort of dilemma.

And, if it was, Janus wanted to know what said dilemma was about.

However, Logan just sighs when he sees it's Janus, before turning back to the professor. "It's nothing," he insists, but his leg is back to bouncing. "I'm just... thinking."

"About what?"

"About a problem." Logan's vagueness earns an unamused look from Janus, who's looking Logan up and down, clearly expecting something more than that. Catching Janus's eye, Logan sighs again, and thinks for a moment.

"Would you..." Logan begins, before hesitating. He rewords and adjusts the sentence in his mind, before trying again. "Would you sacrifice assured safety for surplus financial security? Even if it was risky, and you had no clue how long that financial security will last?"

Janus stares at him, before going "you want my honest answer?"

"Preferably."

"Yeah." Janus checks his nails, before adjusting his fingerless gloves. "I would. A surplus amount of financial security spent correctly can ensure future success. If you have enough to get a car, and then you lose your source of income, you'll have a whole new pool of jobs accessible to you just because you have a car." Janus glances back up at Logan, who's raised eyebrows and slight nodding seem to be the latter agreeing with him. "It's all about spending wisely, or ensuring you don't lose your current source of income, whatever that source may be."

Janus sounds like he's speaking from experience, and suddenly it hits Logan that he's never asked Janus his occupation, but before he can ask, he feels his phone vibrate.

His heart jumps, and it's embarrassing how quickly he goes to grab it. He hopes it's from Remus, but he has no idea what he wants Remus to say. Does he want Remus to call it quits, and solve Logan's work dilemma? Or does he want Remus to state that it's fine if Logan keeps his job and have everything go back to normal. Or, as normal having sex once a week could be.

Granted, it's not like they had sex every week, they've really only engaged sexually four times, with about an average of a week between those rendezvous. However, at least Remus would message him to fill the gaps. In the two weeks it's been since Logan climbed out of Remus's limo, he hadn't heard anything.

He unlocks his phone, and sure enough, it's Remus.

'whats ur favourite candy?'

Logan blinks at the question. Is that... is that it? Remus texts him for the first time in two weeks, and it's about candy? Logan doesn't know whether he should laugh or scream. So he does neither, taking a deep breath instead and willing away the excess amount of emotions that are building up inside of him.

'I don't have one.' Logan types out, and he hesitates before sending it. It's the truth, but was Remus looking to try and make small talk? If so, Logan's response wasn't going to make it easy for him.

But, he doesn't want to lie. There was no point in doing so, he believes, and so sends his message.

There's silence on Remus's end for a few minutes, before the response of 'really?? not one single candy??'

'I don't eat it much,' Logan replies, honest. 'I was always advised of the health concerns, and I don't have the money to buy some anymore anyway.'

With his mom being a doctor, one would think he was scared into believing candy was bad for him, but that simply wasn't true. As far back as he could remember, his mother was honest with him about the benefits and concern that come with candy consumption. She made sure to illustrate both the pros and cons, and when Logan would participate in trick-or-treating, she let him decide what to do with his candy.

Normally, he gave it away.

'well, are there any candies u dont like? asking for a friend'

Logan stares at the message, and then blinks as another one pops up stating 'im not really asking for a friend. its all for my benefit. and maybe urs later today ;)'

Wait- today? Logan chokes on his spit and quickly puts his phone down in his lap, turning quickly to cough into his elbow. He attempts to clear his throat and fails, and coughs again, tears pricking his eyes as he hits his chest once or twice and then clears his throat again.

He peeks at Janus who's staring at him, amused. Logan then turns to the professor, who makes direct eye contact with him, before shaking his head, and going back to scraping chalk against the board.

Holding his phone between his legs, in an attempt to hide what he was doing, he quickly types and then sends 'Today?' Logan had no time to prepare for this! He knows he doesn't look the greatest right now, especially because of the horrendous shift he worked the night before, but he also didn't have enough time to shower this morning. As someone who values proper hygiene, Logan feared Remus smelling the cheap grease and french fries on him, though he's somewhat assured by the fact Remus is already so strange, he might not comment on it.

Deep breath, rationalize. There's no need to catastrophize; this wouldn't be the first time Remus had seen him looking particularly disheveled. After all, Remus saw him after sex, and Logan believed he couldn't look any worse than he did after that.

Logan isn't sure how to respond, but luckily Remus sends another message before he can. A simple 'as long as ur okay with that.' And Logan can't help staring at the message.

Sure, Remus had stated from the get go that consent was important to him, but it still managed to surprise Logan every time he enforced it.

'Yeah, I'm okay with that.'

The reply is honest, and obviously over a message, but Logan can't help the flush that creeps onto his face as he sends it. Just the idea of seeing Remus was already getting him excited, even though he had no idea when he was coming.

Perhaps he'd pick Logan up from school again? That caused quite the spectacle that time, though Logan found he didn't mind all the attention on him. Or, on the contrary, would Remus pull up to Logan's shitty apartment, just like their first meeting?

Would neither happen and they go to Remus's mansion again?

There's a snap into his ear, and Logan turns to look at Janus, who's leaning in close. When he sees Logan's eyes are on him, he sighs, and falls fully back into his chair.

"You missed an entire page of notes," Janus says, waving a hand towards the professor, who's currently taking an eraser to the chalkboard, wiping away words Logan swore weren't there moments ago.

Logan just stares, confused and upset, before Janus continues with "don't worry, I took a picture of them. I'll send it to you. It's not like I study anyway."

"Thank you-"

"But what's going on with you today?" Janus is quick to interject again, not wanting Logan to fall back into his blank state. "You're normally not this... inattentive."

There's silence, before Logan merely shakes his head in responds, dismissively replying "It's nothing."

Janus clearly doesn't believe him. "Nothing?"

"Nothing," Logan reinforces, with a slight shake of his head. He needed to talk to Remus on how confidential they were supposed to keep this relationship. But, honestly, even if Remus says he can tell everybody he wants to, Logan would much rather keep it secret. Not that he's ashamed of his position or anything, but he'd rather not be looked down on for being desperate by his one friend.

Not that he believed Janus would necessarily judge him, but he did sometimes make awfully off-colour jokes, and Logan didn't really think he'd find jokes regarding his own living struggle funny.

Janus stares at him for a few more moments, before resolving himself to Logan's answer, slumping back in his chair. A glance his way shows he's typing on his phone, texting someone, on that shiny new phone. A sudden irritation hits him, as he realizes Janus has other friends, but he attempts to shrug it off.

He doesn't talk to Janus outside of school, what should.he care that Janus has other companions?

Maybe the pit in his stomach wasn't irritation so much as it was a surprise onslaught of loneliness.

As class is dismissed, Janus spares him a wave before walking off, leaving Logan on the curb outside of the building. He's unsure of whether or not to walk home, but as people clear out and either begin the walk back to their houses or get into their cars and speed off, he decides to begin the walk back to his house.

While walking, he hears a loud revving behind him, and Logan turns just in time to watch a motorcycle pull up beside him. It's lime green in colour, and has a large front wheel, with silver spokes acting as accents to the otherwise black and green colour scheme.

Logan does need the helmet to be able to tell who that tall, lean body belongs to (nor the horrible fashion sense), but there's still a bit of surprise that overtakes him when the large helmet is pulled off, revealing Remus, grinning wide.

"I figured this would be less obvious than pulling up in a limo," he explains, before Logan even has the time to get a question out. "I also wanted to give you time to get away from the crowd."

Logan doesn't respond, looking between Remus and the motorcycle.

"I also have a gift waiting for you back at my place," Remus adds, leaning against the handlebars now, his eyes half lidded but a grin on his face. Logan has no idea how to interpret it.

"A gift?" Logan finally manages to inquire, taking the smallest step closer to Remus's bike. He's scared to touch it, but he desires to run his fingers over the no doubt smooth texture of the metal. Honestly, Logan's fingers twitched to grasp the handlebars and drive it, but he has never ridden any sort of motorbike before, and could logically assume that'd end up horribly.

But, Remus notices, and laughs.

"Yes, a gift," he responds, adjusting his position and sitting up again. "And if you want it, you've got to hop on." He scoots forward, and fishes deep into his short pockets, before pulling out a pair of sunglasses. He puts them on, and then tosses Logan the helmet.

Logan stares at it, before he seems to process what Remus wants, and he quickly pulls it over his head.

Getting onto the motorcycle is a bit awkward, but Remus doesn't rush him, and after Logan's settled on the seats, he hears a muffled, but amused "hold on!" Before Remus cranks his wrist forward and the bike starts, pushing the kickstand up with the back of his ankle, and then the bike slowly accelerates, moving forward, as Remus leans ever so slightly to get them onto the road.

Remus's motorcycle has a big enough seat for both of them to sit comfortably, and a bit of back support that curls around ever so slightly, allowing Logan to lean back and keep his hands off of Remus if he so desires. But, Logan doesn't, and instead keeps his hands locked together around Remus's waist, front of the helmet pressed against Remus's back.

His eyes were wide open, though, and he watches as the trees and curb pass by in a blur, only slowing once or twice due to a few red lights.

When they finally turn down a newly-paved street, Logan's met with tall, sculpted fences lining what feels like miles worth of land separating one large house from another. If the buildings could even be described as houses.

Logan believes they look more like modern day mansions, giant buildings with pillars, nice landscaping, and a large road leading up to the front of the estate. The bike slows as they near they largest house on the street - if it can even be called a street - with the most space separating it from the other mansions.

Momentarily, Logan wonders if he screamed, if any of the other people living in this neighborhood would be able to hear him.

Remus slows almost to a stop as he inputs an absurdly long code on a box connected to the front gate, and then Logan watches as it slowly opens inwards. He expects to hear a creak or something, but there's nothing. Remus's hand reaches behind him to gently pat Logan's calf, before he accelerates forwards, up the solidly paved road leasing up to the building.

Logan sneaks a glance behind him and watches as the large gates slowly shut themselves.

Remus parks the bike outside, behind a nice, slick black car, and next to the limo Logan was becoming all too familiar with. Remus shuts the bike off, before taking his sunglasses off and swinging his left leg over, hopping off the bike. He then carefully pulls the helmet from Logan's head, and muses at his messy hair, while hanging the helmet from the handlebar. Then, without warning, his hands plant themselves on Logan's waist and suddenly he's picked up, and promptly thrown over Remus's shoulder.

"Wha-" Logan exclaims, face turning bright red at how easily he was picked up. For someone so scrawny, Remus was surprisingly strong.

"I can walk, you know,' Logan states, though he makes no move to even wiggle in Remus's grasp, staying slumped. He hears Remus laugh, before a hand gently rubs over his thighs. Turning a darker shade of red, Logan stops talking entirely, instead twisting his hands into the fabric of Remus's shirt.

The hand only moves once the front door is being pushed open, and they're walking into the mansion Logan's not so sure he'll ever be used to seeing.

Remus kicks the door shut behind him, and keeps walking, his hand coming to rest on Logan's ass this time, patting it affectionately before squeezing out of nowhere, which earns a surprised squeak.

As they progress through the halls, Logan starts to hear muffled voices and laughter, which only amplifies as a door is pushed open. Bright, golden light stings Logan's eyes, but what he's more so focused on is what's said as they walk in.

"Oh, hey! You brought the cutie back!"

Despite the one interaction Logan's had with him, he can easily tell it's Roman, a mixture of genuine surprise and teasing flirtation in his voice. Logan didn't know whether or not he liked the fact that with this angle, Roman was staring at his ass. Or that he could identify Logan based off of it.

"I was wondering when you were going to bring him by again," Roman then adds, followed by what sounds like something slapping fabric, and a dramatic "what? I'm not good enough for you?"

That causes Logan to freeze, going completely still. He recognized that voice; it's even more familiars than Roman's is.

"Anyway, Remus, you finally got another baby?" That question is more genuine than his previous statement, and Logan's bitterly reminded that Remus has had other sexual partners before him. But he's unsure why that reminder irks him so much.

He's drawn out of his thoughts with a harsh slap to his ass, which makes Logan yelp and his face to go red, more so now that he knows exactly who he's standing in front of. Before he can even respond to anything, though, he's being gently maneuvered off of Remus's shoulder, and set flat on the ground.

He's facing Remus's chest, but he can hear one of them sit up, and he feels a wave of humiliation rush over him as he awkwardly turns around, and ends up face to face with Janus.

The latter is staring at him, unsurprised, but otherwise unreadable. There's silence, for a moment, before Janus just groans.

"Fuck, of course!" he curses, leaning back onto Roman's chest, who happily wraps his arms around his body. "I bet Virgil money you were a stripper!"

"What?"

Finally, Janus cracks a grin. "I'm joking. Not about the bet, that was real." He waves his hand dismissively, before continuing with "I should have expected this, though. When both of the twins gushed about Remus's new, submissive nerd, it sounded too much like you, so much so I'm surprised you weren't my first thought."

Logan stammers, struggling to process this. Roman and Remus both talk about him, they've talked about him to Janus, and Janus agrees with the consensus he's submissive?

"I'm...." Logan sighs, arms wrapping around his midsection. "Overwhelmed."

There's immediate silence, and for a moment Logan worries if his honesty just ruined the playful mood everyone else seemed to be in. He didn't regret it, of course, as he knew that expressing the way he felt was healthy, but he was starting to doubt whether or not this was an appropriate situation to do such in.

Remus's hand lands on his lower back, though, as he states "okay. That's okay. We can stop with the teasing if you want. What can I do to help you?"

"I just need time. And space. To process... this." He can't even manage a smile at Janus, so he looks away from him altogether. He didn't feel judged or anything; Janus was a non-judgemental person. Additionally, he seemed to he in the same situation Logan was in! It was merely the fact Logan didn't expect this. He couldn't predict it. And now he was caught off guard by the variables suddenly (and metaphorically) slapping him in the face and reminding him that people have lives outside of his.

How come he had never bothered to ask Janus more about his personal life? They were friends, after all. Is that what friends did?

He doesn't process Remus is taking his hand until he's gently tugged to the side, and Logan lets himself follow, only turning his head back upwards once Janus and Roman's quiet voices fade completely, and they're back at Remus's room.

"Thanks for announcing your feelings," Remus says, as he closes the door behind them. Logan expects bitterness, or at the very least annoyance, but Remus just sounds genuine. "I wasn't aware y'all knew each other. If so, I probably would have warned you before we went inside."

"It's fine. I'm not uncomfortable with him anyway."

Remus flops down onto the bed, and Logan hears a crack coming from him, followed by Remus pulling the now-snapped sunglasses out of his pocket and pouting. He tosses the pieces to the floor after a moment, however, and then turns back to Logan. "Feel free to sit wherever. On the floor, on the bed. On my face." He winks while saying that last part, and while normally Logan would explain that there'd be no reward doing that for either of them while fully clothed, he stays quiet, and crawls onto the bed next to Remus.

Remus smiles at him, before going "so, if you're fine with Janus, why are you overwhelmed?"

Logan stares back at him, watching intensely as Remus rolls onto his side, and then onto his stomach, before pulling himself closer so his head is on Logan's lap.

He tilts it upwards in order to stare Logan in the face and await his answer.

Thinking for a moment, Logan's silent, before he attempts to vocalize his thoughts. "I'm not exactly sure," is his preface, just in case what he says doesn't make sense. He's never really been good with feelings, and while negative ones were a lot easier to express, they were harder to analyze and further explain.

"But," he continues, a hesitant hand coming to rest in Remus's hair. He very slowly runs his fingers through the messy strands, but upon Remus's eyes fluttering closed, he becomes more confident with the affectionate motions. "But I guess I just wasn't expecting him to be here. It caught me off guard. I could deal with Roman, because he's your brother. I've met him. But Janus? He never told me he was a sugar baby."

"Well, did you ever ask?"

Logan's mouth goes dry, but he defensively states "I didn't even know what that was until about a month ago!"

Remus smiles.

"And then- and then hearing that you guys talk about me? I'm not surprised, I guess it's a uniquely common profession between you and Roman, but why is it that Janus has heard about me, and I haven't heard anything about him?"

"Roman's got a big mouth." Remus's response is somewhat joking, but he does push himself up so that he and Logan are sitting face to face. "And I did mention Janus. I just didn't say his name."

"Or any defining character traits."

Remus laugh, and repeats "or any defining character traits. What was I supposed to say? He's got vitiligo and he's an asshole? I'm sure that describes a handful of people."

Logan huffs, before sucking in a deep breath. Remus was right, he did mention Janus, and in a situation like this he could understand why they wouldn't say Janus's name with him around. They clearly didn't say his. Maybe some sort of confidentiality agreement?

Logan briefly wonders if he should have signed a contract or something.

"Do you want your gift now?" Remus then blurts out, staring at Logan wide-eyed. "I understand you're overwhelmed, and maybe a bit upset, and I'm sure you can talk to Janus alone about all of this shit later, but how about we turn that big brain of yours off for a bit, and we have a little fun? That might help distract you."

"That was an awful segue."

Despite criticizing Remus's horribly poor initiation skills, Logan doesn't push Remus's hands away when they fins his hips, or when he's being kissed. It's a lot gentler than Logan expects it to be, and with all the softness, Logan has to pull away, touching his fingers to his upper lip where Remus's mustache hairs were tickling it.

Remus snickers, before he reaches behind Logan to his nightstand, opening up a drawer. He ends up pulling out a small box, and a bottle of lube.

The lube makes Logan blush, as everything even remotely having to do with sex seems to do, but he looks at the box curiously. It's wrapped up in black wrapping paper, and tied with blue ribbon, and after a few moments of staring at it, Remus pushes it towards him..

Taking the hint, Logan unties the ribbon, before pulling the lid off the box. He's confused, for a moment, about the contents, but it seems to click in his head seconds later.

"Oh..." he breathes, as he feels the blood rush to his cheeks. He can't even spare a glance in Remus's direction, too flustered to be able to handle the no doubt proud grin donning Remus's face.

"Do you like it?" Remus asks, as his fingers dip within the box to pull the object out. Its a thin black collar, adorned with silver accents, and a cute blue bell attached to the front. There's also a small, but noticeable silver box at the end of the collar that'll be pressed against Logan's neck when it's put on. Not enough to be uncomfortable, but enough to be noticeable.

"I know you enjoyed the idea of a collar, as evidenced by the last time I saw you," Remus explains, as he also pulls a long, black leash from the box. Using the loop on the collar, Remus fastens them together, and then shows it off. "So, I decided to splurge a bit and get one custom made for you." Remus flicks the bell, causing a high pitched jingling sound to ring from it.

Unfastening the clamp in the back, Remus holds it up to Logan's face. "Do you want to try it on?"

Logan can't find his voice for a moment, but he finally clears his throat and answers "sure," unsure of how to properly express the pleasant knot swelling in his stomach.

Remus's rough hands slide over his throat as he works to fasten the collar behind Logan's head. He sticks a finger between the band and Logan's neck, and the thing becomes tight enough for Logan to let out a gasp.

Seemingly satisfied, Remus moves away, and then tilts Logan's head up with his fingers in order to inspect the way Logan's slender throat pushed against the collar.

"It's cute," Remus comments, before swiping at the bell and listening to it jingle, releasing hold of Logan's chin. "Don't you agree?"

"Yeah," Logan stupidly responds, hand shooting up to press against the collar. He's speechless. When Remus said he had a gift for him, he definitely didn't expect this! But, as Logan's brain finally catches up, he realizes Remus looks a little concerned.

Worry? Skepticism? Did Logan spot insecurity those reddish-brown eyes?

"I'm serious," Logan then adds. "I do like it. And, though I believe the definition of 'cute' relies on the perspective of the observer, I'd say that, at least in my eyes, the collar can be defined as such." He doesn't know why seeing Remus look doubtful unnerves him, but after he speaks, that little bit of vulnerability seems to be gone. Whether or not it was being masked or was actually soothed by Logan's words was a puzzle Logan couldn't quite figure out.

When Remus smiles wider, Logan feels a little bit of tension melt from his shoulders, before Remus's fingers slowly travel down the expanse of the leash. Logan watches, almost entranced, before Remus is planting a hand onto his chest and shoving him down.

The steady hold keeps him there, but then Remus loops the leash around his knuckles to shorten it, and then tugs. Hard.

Logan feels his neck be lifted ever so slightly off the bed, but his head falls back. There's pressure on the sides of his neck, and there's that strangely good feeling of Logan's blood flow being interrupted. Maybe it's the sadistic gleam in Remus's eyes, or the feeling of being totally out of control, but something about the situation induces a lewd reaction from Logan, his thighs pressing together to hide his growing arousal while he lets out a pathetic, choked off moan.

Remus looks delighted.

"God, you're so hot," Remus states, as he loosens his hold on the collar, watching the way Logan head falls against the bed, rattling the bell which chimes eagerly. "You don't even have to try. You just exist at a constantly desperate state, huh? You want to be hurt by me, don't you? Want to be touched?"

"Yes," Logan moans, eyes fluttering shut as he sucks in deep breath after deep breath. They shoot open, though, when Remus's hand slips under his shirt, pushing it up enough to show off his nipples.

Remus then leans down, and trails his tongue up Logan's body. Logan watches with flustered eyes as Remus stops at his nipples, before wrapping his lips around one of them.

His tongue swipes over the bud, and he seems pleased by the soft moan Logan lets out in response, though the bit of squirming it earns him is surprising.

"Remus-" Logan gasps, hands finding Remus's hair, and it feels as though Logan is trying to push him away. "Remus, wait." He sound's breathy and whiny,

Remus pulls away.

"You okay?" he asks, licking his lips, before watching as Logan's hands come to cover his nipples. Logan just lets out an embarrassed whine in response, but Remus can already tell what happened, and he's more than thrilled.

"What's your colour?" Remus asks, and upon hearing a pathetic "green," Remus gets right into the dirty talk.  "Are your nipples sensitive? Must be from all of those years of deprivation. How good does it make you feel when they're sucked on, huh? What if I were to bite them?" Logan moans loud at the idea, while Remus teasingly traces his finger down to circle around Logan's bulge.

The scene pauses for a moment, though, before Remus goes "Logan, I need you to answer me honestly. Can I degrade you?"

At this, Logan dares open his eyes, mostly to just make eye contact with Remus.

"Degrade? Like... disrespect?"

Remus laughs, before pressing a kiss to Logan's stomach. "Actually, more like insults. But mainly sexual ones. It'd be mean and completely untrue, but some people are into vulgar words being thrown at them,"

Logan hesitates, and Remus rubs his thigh comfortingly. "We don't have to do it. You're allowed to day no-"

"I want to try it."

Remus stops, immediately silenced by Logan's proclamation. He's smiling, but just to make double check, he asks "are you sure?" That earns a desperate "yes," from Logan, and Remus internally muses at his little experimentalist.

"Alright slut," Remus begins, as he forces Logan's arms back above his head in order to properly get his shirt off. His hands then work their way down to Logan's pants, rather impatiently tugging them down and tossing them away. Logan's boxers follow suit.

"Aw, is your pathetic cock leaking already?" Remus coos, as he reaches his hand forward to gently smear Logan's precum down the expanse of his cock. "You must have really liked me playing with your nipples."

Logan's hips buck into Remus's hand, only for Remus to pull it away, momentarily depriving Logan of touch.

"Ah-ah," Remus tuts, as his hands find themselves on Logan's waist, both moving to support him. "Silly pet. You only get pleasure when I say you get pleasure. Do you understand?"

Logan moans, and suddenly Remus is yanking the leash again, drawing a pleased cry from Logan's mouth. Wrapping the leash around his knuckles repeatedly, he uses it to pull Logan's head off the mattress, momentarily admiring the drool running down Logan's chin and that excited gleam in his eyes.

"Do you understand?" Remus repeats, voice low, and Logan moans again.

He chokes out a "yes! yes, I understand," which is immediately acknowledged by Remus cooing at him, petting his hair and placing a kiss to the corner of Logan's mouth.

Remus then flips Logan around, adjusting the collar and then shoving Logan's face and chest into the mattress. He raises Logan's ass into the air, squeezing his upper thighs, before his hands pull away.

When Logan lifts his head to try and see what Remus is doing, his face is promptly shoved back into the mattress. So, clearly getting the message, Logan keeps it there.

He has to turn it to the side at the very least in order to breathe, but after hearing the sound of a cap opening, he knows what to expect.

He sucks in an excited breath, as if bracing himself, hyper-aware of the way the collar rests against his throat. It's tight enough to be constantly noticeable, and enough to prevent him from sucking in breaths that are too deep, but Logan found that aspect rather attractive. More so than he probably should have.

Something lukewarm presses against his hole, and Logan's surprised to feel not the familiar press of fingers, but instead the wider tip of Remus's cock.

"No prep?" Logan asks, curious.

"You really think a slut like you needs prep?" comes Remus's scratchy reply, slapping the side of Logan's thigh surprisingly hard. Logan flushes. "You've taken my cock enough times that I bet you'll spread like a whore for me."

"Are you sure?"

Logan's unconvinced response causes Remus to pause, before he's leaning over Logan and pressing a kiss between Logan's shoulder blades.

Whispering, Remus responds "I'm sure. I've also used extra lube. If you feel any pain at all, just tell me, okay?"

Logan relaxes almost instantaneously, sighing out "okay." Remus has had sex more times than he had, so it was enough assurance that Remus believed he'd be okay for Logan to ultimately trust him. Surely, he'd know what would be okay. It'd be bad business to horribly injure your client, after all.

One of Remus's hands settle firmly on his waist, while the other once again loops the leash around it.

"Ready, bitch?" Remus grunts, though he doesn't wait for a response as he proceeds to push into Logan immediately after. Admittedly, he goes slow, but that doesn't stop from jolting Logan, who grips the mattress tightly, moaning loudly.

"See? I told you you could take it," Remus then muses, as he pushes himself all the way in. He squeezes Logan's thighs so tightly it hurts. But, Remus was right. Aside from a little anxiety, Remus's cock slides into him embarrassingly easily.

Luckily, Remus waits a few moments to allow Logan to take a few deep breaths, before suddenly the leash is being yanked, forcing Logan's head up with a moan, as Remus's thrusts suddenly start up, fast and brutal.

It's rougher than anything Remus has done thus far, but it feels so good, so much so Logan's eyes roll back into his head, drool dripping down his chin.

"Are you liking it, whore? Huh?" Remus asks, pulling tighter on the leash. Logan's unaware of the dumb smile he has on his face, choking out a barely audible moan, but that's not good enough for Remus. "Answer me," Remus then grits into Logan's ear, fully aware of the fact Logan's unable to.

"Ye- yes," Logan just barely manages to get out, followed by a surplus amount of coughing and gasping as Remus eases his hold on the leash. "Please, fuck," Logan curses, as he proceeds to shove his face back into the mattress. His legs spread further, drool smearing nastily over his chin.

Tears grace his eyes as Remus thrusts into his prostate, crying out pathetically as his eyes squeeze shut. Calculated yet sporadic, Remus was a sexual contradiction, an oxymoron in physical form, and a powerhouse of pleasure when it related to assaulting Logan's inexperienced body. The pleasure was intense, more so amplified by the fact his blood flow could be cut off at Remus's will. It was unexpected; it was completely outside of his control. And while, normally, he'd attempt to understand and work to control every variable around him, he found he didn't mind giving up control to Remus as much as he thought he might.

There was just something so appealing about someone so unpredictable being in control of Logan's well-being.

He feels Remus's nails dig into his waist. "Am I making you feel good?" Remus taunts, though he sounds sure of himself as he speaks. A groan seeps into his voice, and Logan moans at the fact he's making Remus feel good too.

"I must be," Remus then adds, with a grunt, "if your noises are any indication."

Logan let's out an incoherent whine, arms outstretched as his nails dig into the mattress. Warmth twists in his abdomen, and sweat forms on his forehead, as Remus leans over his back. His hot breath fans across Logan's neck, before soft kisses are being pressed to the skin, staying weary of the collar.

"So pretty," Remus coos, into Logan's ear. "What a gorgeous, pathetic slut." Remus's hand wraps around Logan's body, fingers curling around Logan's length. He pumps Logan's shaft quickly, grinning as Logan cries out in added pleasure, momentarily tightening around Remus's own cock.

"Say that you're close," Remus then commands, nipping at Logan's earlobe. "I want to know how quickly your sensitive body gets worked up. How good at sex am I? Good enough to have you coming within minutes."

That was a bit of an exaggeration, but the hyperbolic insult directed specifically at Logan's low stamina makes him acutely aware of the fact he was moments away from coming.

"Please," Logan begs, gasping in a throat-full of air. "I'm so close."

"Tell me you need to come."

"I need- I need to come!"

Remus is silent afterwards, and Logan's unsure of whether or not he's supposed to. God forbid he disobey Remus, though his overwhelming desire to attain release is pressing, but moments later Remus is huskily whispering "go on. Make a mess of yourself for me," and Logan's coming hard over Remus's fingers.

Before he can even process it, those same fingers are then being shoved into his mouth, and Logan cringes at the bitter taste.

But at Remus's command of "suck," Logan finds himself listening, whining as he drags his tongue across Remus's digits, cleaning his own sexual secretions off of Remus's hand. He lets his eyes flutter closed once more as he works to clean the fingers off completely, whining with each thrust that continues to stimulate his oversensitive body, before Remus is pulling out and Logan feels his come suddenly splatter against his ass and thighs.

The idea of milky-white come painted over his body makes him whine again, before Remus pulls his fingers out.

With a soft chuckle, Remus gropes Logan's thighs a final time, before encouraging him to slump onto the bed.

"You okay?" Remus murmurs, as he lays beside Logan.

Panting, Logan shoves his fingers between the collar to try and distance it between his neck, before shifting as he feels the leash tickle his back.

"Can you take the leash off, please?" comes Logan's response.

Remus doesn't answer, but Logan feels the rough drag of Remus's finger padding drag across his neck, though it's clear he's attempting to be gentle, before the leash unhooks.

Carelessly, Remus tosses it over the side of the bed. "Is the collar okay, or do you want to take it off too?" he then asks, voice gruff as he attempts to be quiet. Logan is surprised by how much he finds he likes it.

"The collars fine," Logan whispers, and he blinks slow. "Are we going to shower?"

"No."

"But... we're dirty."

Remus snickers. "No, you're dirty. And you could use a nap, or just time to lounge for a bit. We can shower after." There's silence for a moment, before Remus adds "besides, I like how you smell after sex. Sweaty, musky; you don't smell like heavy soap. It's less artificial. Plus, you smell like me."

Logan feels his face heat up. He didn't understand the appeal of being sweaty at all, and he's positive any normal person would appear that smelling cleaner was preferred. But Remus wasn't normal, and Logan found he appreciated that Remus not only didn't expect perfection, but didn't seem to like it much either.

Relaxing, Logan lets himself lay carelessly in Remus's hold, as Remus's fingers pet Logan's front.

It's comforting, and admittedly, Remus's distraction worked. As Logan drifts off into a heavy slumber, he doesn't even realize that Roman and Janus are the last things on his mind. And he doesn't even bother thinking about how he's going to handle it when he wakes up.

#intrulogical smut #sanders sides #sanders sides smut #not safe for sanders #intrulogical #intrulogical sugar daddy au #sanders sides fic #ts sanders sides #agp smut #agp fic #roceit #creativitwins #intrulogical fic

[bennyyrabbit]

#intrulogical #prinxiety #moceit #sugar daddy au #logan sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #sanders sides

[rats-shitlab]

AU MASTERLIST

Main AUs

(AUs that are highly developed and have lots of lore and/or art!)

Deus Ex Machina/New Terra - deintruality, analogince - #DEM

Legends AU - intruality, loceit, prinxiety - #legends AU

Chilis AU - deintruality, logince - #chilis AU

Glitch AU - intruality, loceit, prinxiety - #glitch au

Supernaturalist's Guild AU - intruality, loceit - #sg au

Freak AU - dukeceit, logicality, prinxiety - #freak au

Living Weapons AU - intruality, loceit, prinxiety, junea - #weapons au

Reclaimed/Wonderland AU - intruality, loceit, prinxiety, remile - #reclaimed wonderland

Magical Realism AU - intruality - #magical realism

Borrowers AU - intruality - #borrowers

Ymir AU - undecided - #ymir

Other AUs

(Aus that, whether developed or not, are much looser and flexible, with less lore and art<3)

Memory AU - intruality, analogical, loceit

Apocalypse Mermaid AU - undecided

Arranged Marriage AU - loceit, intruality, prinxiety

Zombie Apocalypse AU - intrulogical, moceit, prinxiety

Pirate AU - logince, intruality, anxceit

Hotel AU - intruality, loceit

Adam's Family AU - deintruality, logince

God AU - intruality, prinxiety, loceit

Vampire AU - intruality

Yandre-ish AU - intruality, loceit, prinxiety, intrumile

Cursed AU - intrulogical, royality, anxceit

Highwayman AU - intrumoceit, logince

Warrior Cats AU - intruality, loceit, prinxiety, sleepmile

Fusion AU - unspecified

Ghost Museum AU - undecided

Camboy AU - dukexiety, moceit, logince

Reunion AU - intruality, loceit, prinxiety

Souls AU - loceit, intruality, prinxiety

Hedonist AU - undecided

Band AU - undecided

Beauty and The Beast AU - intruality, loceit, prinxiety

Parent AU - intruality

Dancer AU - intruality, prinxiety, loceit

Truman Show AU - intruality, moceit

Hunger Games AU - intruality, prinxiety, sleepmile, loceit

College AU - logan/remus/patton/emile, janus/remy/roman

Avatar Kiddos AU - undecided/platonic

Lawyer AU - intruality, anxceit, logicality

Red Riding Hood AU - undecided

Star Trek AU - intruality

High School AU - intruality

Wasteland AU - intrulogical, moceit

Gem AU - intruality, loceit, prinxiety

Fae AU - intruality

Series of Unfortunate Events AU - none

The Good Place AU - royality, analogical

Chaos Theory AU - intrulogical, moceit, prinxiety

Sewer Animals AU - undecided

Animal Shapeshifter AU - undecided

Klaus AU - dukeceit, prinxiety, logicality

Condoms and Pastries AU - intruality, logince, anxceit

LOVEMUFFIN AU - Intruality

Whore AU - undecided

Descendants AU - intruality, loceit, prinxiety, remile

¿Centaur? AU - intruality, anxceit, logince

Russian Doll AU - intruality

Sugar Daddy AU - intruality

My Love Forevermore AU - dukeceit, logince

Rot is as Rot does AU - intruality, loceit, prinxiety

Corruption AU - intruality, roanxceit

Robot AU - analogical, royality, dukeceit

Arcane AU - intrulogicality, anaroceit

Deadpool AU - intruality

Family AU - Dukeceit

Beastie AU - undecided

#aus #sanders sides #sanders sides au #au masterlist #masterlist #rats shitlab #long post #DEM #legends au #chilis au #glitch au #sg au #weapons au #reclaimed wonderland #magical realism #borrowers #ymir #freak au

[greenninjagal-blog]

currently vibing in a two-week lockdown, can you share some of your favorite fics? i need some new things to read, and I've got too much time on my hands-

Aw man, same! The rest of my actual Spring Semester got turned online… Let’s see…..Fic recs for the pseudo End of the World (Courtesy of AO3, arranged by most prominent ship!) Keep in mind that my descriptions are shorter and written mostly for comedic effect than the actual fics, so if something looks interesting Click it! Get more info about it! Don’t just take my word! I tried my best to get a lot of variety of fics and topics and tropes, as well as authors that might not be as well known! Uhhh here are the links to lists I’ve already made for various other reasons check out my Fic Rec Masterlist!

I also am including various of my fav authors masterlists for funsies!

jungle321jungle’s || Max-isTired’s || TrashficParlour’s || Lefaystrent’s || Mine!

Completed Fics

A Deal in which Virgil tries to summon a familiar and gets a Circle King instead. And he’s really pretty. (Anxceit)

Love Like You in which Virgil decides to give up looking for a romantic partner and considers adopting instead. He finds more than he’s looking for with a set of twins and the man who watches over them (Anxceit)

A Dragon’s Tail in which Logan is cursed to be a Dragon by his best friends stepmother, Virgil is struggling to learn a power he can’t control, Patton who’d rather marry a servant than the Prince, and Roman has no clue what is going on but the Prince he’s supposed to be saving can probably kick his ass. (Logicality, Prinxiety)

A Game of Vice in which Remus kidnaps Roman and turns it into a game of who can come save him from his lonely tower. (Logicality, Prinxeity) 

double down with the paradigms in which Logan tries to explain away his own OCD while dealing with the emotions he has for a certain Pre-Vet. Excellent depiction of OCD, made me cry, 300/10 would read again. (Logicality, Prinxiety)

It Takes Two to Tango in which Roman begs his brother, Logan, to let him go back in time to meet a famous dancer. Falling in Love was not part of the plan. (Prinxiety, Logicality)

A favorite star in the heavens in which everyone has at least one soulmate. They’re luckily enough to have three each. (LAMP) 

Forgotten Forests and Magnified Myths in which Logan finds out very suddenly that he has the passive ability to talk to dragons. (DAMP, Remilie)

Sense5 in which five people in different countries are suddenly psychically linked together and uh…yeah fun times. (DLAMP)

Stray Hearts Are Subject To Change in which black cat hybrid Virgil plans to die very heroically in an alley and Roman completely messes up that plan by being a decent human being. (Prinxiety, Logicality)

Hidden In Shadows in which Virgil is the boogieman every adult warned you about but he doesn’t actually enjoy being scary. Good thing the three Sanders kids aren’t scared of anything. (Not so good for their very confused Dad who isn’t sure what to do about their new imaginary friend)

Paved with Good Intentions in which the dark sides agree to send Virgil to the light sides as a way to get Thomas to listen to them more. Now if Virgil can just get along with the Light sides enough to actually start making some progress…

Absent Gods and Silent Tyranny or: How Logan Learned to Stop Over Thinking and Love Everyone in which Logan is a morally grey scientist who just works for supervillains because they pay well. He doesn’t expect someone like Virgil to change that.

Series

Clouds and Moss AU in which the sides are gods and its very gay and very good. (Intrulogical, Roceit)

Colors in which Logan is an excellent Dad, Virgil is an amazing son, and the world is very colorful. (Logicality)

Labeled in which Logan is a famous superhero, Patton is a doctor, and they adopt the would-be super villain and everything is soft and lovely and I cry at the purity. (Logicality, Remilie)

Fbi!au in which the sides work for the fbi and I diligently reread these series of oneshots for a daily dose of serotonin!  (Logince, Moxiety)

Growing Old is More Fun with You in which Patton is a PTA dad and so is Deceit and they have a “rivalry”. (Mociet)

Gilded Cage in which Roman is forced to dance for the fairy queen whenever she wants it. (Prinxiety)

Renegades! in which the sides live in a dystopia and fight the government while being completely in love with each other. (Prinxiety, Logiciality) 

Love and Other Fairytales in which a couple decides to keep their changling and their actual son, a child is cursed gifted a voice that makes people do whatever he says, a boy makes a rotten deal for the sake of his friend, and centuries before any of this, a fae prince is tricked into an endless sleep by his brother. 

The Vampire Hunting Vampire in which Virgil was turned into a monster and LPR slowly convince him he’s not as bad as he thinks he is. Through cuddles. (LAMP, DLAMP)

Wasteland, Baby! in which there are things in the woods and Patton gets,,, intimate with them. On purpose! (LAMP)

Destined in which Damian has successfully ignored his Soulmates for five years and he planned on doing it for much longer but on his twentieth birthday fate intervenes with a second soultrait that forces him to come face to face with all of them. (DLAMP)

Old Gods in which Gods sometimes walk the earth and Remus is pleased to hear that people are still making offerings to him– wait that is not a goat. And other fun stories!

Sit back and watch the world go by in which Virgil is a human abducted by alien smugglers, befriends Patton, breaks out, and everyone fears humans as space orcs, almost as much as Virgil is afraid of them. 

Teaming the Pieces Together in which Thomas is a pokemon trainer and eevees just…click with him.

Tales from the Dark Sides in which the author provides a lovely hub of works where Virgil is abused by OC dark sides and DLMPR are there to help patch him up.

Uncle Emile and the Super Nephews in which Emile gets custody of his six nephews and tries to bond with them. They in turn try very hard not to tell him they have superpowers.

Cuffed Universe in which Remus is a cop chasing after a hacker, Logan breaks the laws and Virgil would just like tO KEEP ONE JOB WITHOUT ONE OR BOTH OF THE OTHERS DRAGGING HIM INTO THEIR SHIT. (Analomus)

Ongoing Fics

The Origin in which space travel via Thomas Sanders’s ship SS Revelation gets more complicated when the Planets themselves turn out to be entities who aren’t all on board with humanity spreading to the rest of the solar system. (Remile) 

Delicato in which Logan and Patton are music professors with very different conceptions of music, and Virgil and Roman are students in both their classes who just want them to kiss already. (Logicality, Prinxiety)

Coming out of The Shadows in which a small mutant child Virgil is treated as subhuman because of his uncontrolled ability to manipulate shadows up until a scientist buys him. (Royality)

Falling Stars At My Command in which Roman wishes on a star and Patton reaps the benefits while Logan unfortunately gets dragged along for the ride. (Royality) 

Sugar in which Patton has three sons and no free time to bother with a relationship while he’s trying to manage bills. At least until Roman walks into his life. Sugar Daddy anyone? (Royality) 

A Man, a Snake, and a Rat in which Logan, Deceit, and Remus become college roomates (Intruloceit) 

a.s.h.es, ashes (We all fall down) in which after Logan almost dies during one of his recuse missions, him and his partner start to dig into the superhero agency they’re employed by and stumble into something far bigger than they expected. (Logicality, Prinxiety, LAMP? LAMP)

Keep him safe in which Detective Logan falls for the owner of his new favorite bakery while his partner Roman falls for the gang member they’re chasing. Ft: emotions, a pet rat, dealing with delusions 101, trauma, and family so gooey it literally makes me melt whenever it updates. I love this fic so much. (Advertises as Logicality and Prinxiety but theres so much LAMP I can’t not put it down here)

Multitudes in which Virgil works at a coffeeshop, pines over the customers that come in, and wonders why they all tip him so well. (LAMP)

Songbird in which the only thing keeping Virgil’s parents alive is his voice: the moment the (new) King gets tired of listening to him its off with all their heads. And Virgil’s okay with that, he is…. Until three visiting nobles leaving him wishing for his freedom for the first time since he was ten. (LAMP)

Shatter in which Logan gets fed up with not being listened to, and takes some poor advice from Rage, which ends with the entire Mindscape being turned upside down and inside out. Now its up to Deceit fix it all. (aka the author decided it was about high time Deceit got some love and appreciation and I’m out here living for it.) (DAMP)

Incredible Cosmic Power in which Virgil awakens some genies by accident and they refuse to let him go back to living a relatively normal peaceful life. (DLAMP)

Plea for my New Self in which Vampire Virgil decides he wants to start over again, and goes back to college to work on coding. There he proceeds to do reckless good with his absurd amount of wealth and a “fuck it” attitude. Actually one of my favorite things ever okay. I love this one so much. (DLAMP)

Your Wish Is My Command in which Thomas accidentally rubs six lamps and becomes the glorified babysitter to six jinn who definitely don’t trust him. But its fineeee. (DLAMP)

6 Dads in which Deceit, Emile, Remus, Roman, Thomas, and Remy make a relationship work and their children aren’t sure how but go along with it anyway.

Rebel Rebel in which Thomas, a well respected man, visits the Imagination, for some pleasure business as a one time thing. Except that he keeps coming back. Maybe maybe falls in love with one, two, thr– all of the men who work there. 

A New Kind of Experiment  in which Virgil runs away from home, and ends up kidnapped by merman, and somehow he doesn’t mind that much.

Becoming His Own Hero in which everyone has to juggle their superhero lives with their regular lives and sometimes…its just hard.

don’t wanna be a tragedy in which brothers Roman and Remus get a house and subsequently find out its totally, completely, 100% haunted.

Don’t You, Forget About Me in which the author recreates Breakfast club and does it spectacularly.

Heart’s Heroes in which Patton may be a villain but that does not mean he wants to see the child heroes of the city dead.

Mortals and Fae in which Deceit barely escapes the wrath of his town when they all turn against him. Dying, he stumbles into a fairy circle hoping that with his name the fae make his death short and sweet. Big Shock for him when he wakes up with a Fairy Prince swearing to protect him.

Sanders Family in which Thomas adopts six kids and has no regrets about it.

How Not to Go About an Important Inspection in which after a devastating betrayal the crew of the USS Bifrost is docked for repairs and the crew just wants to go back to being a normal family but Command is insisting on an inspection to ensure nothing so…drastic occurs again.

Symbiotic in which certain Vampires have a vemon that leaves with victims craving getting their blood drunken. Deceit, one of these Victims, continues to burn bridges because that’s easier than admitting he might need help dealing with this. 

#greengabs #fic recs #Lockdown 2020 list #god this took me like eight hours to put together #I hope this helps

[living-on-the-virge]

Introduction Post

Alright so, as you might realise, my blog is now empty. I’ve cleared everything out and will be reposting all of my fics from here and everything will finally have a tagging system to make it all easier to find. So since I’m starting over, here’s an introduction to me and what I do, and then other information you should know about the blog.

I’m Felix, I use he/him or ze/zir pronouns. I’m a trans guy and queer as fuck. My favourite TS ships are intrulogical, roceit, intruloceit, moduke, moxiety, sleepmas, remile and visleep (?). I’ll write any ship, but those ones are my favourites to write. I also really like unsympathetic Patton content (If I write it, it’ll always be properly tagged).

Other Information

My AU tags will be the following:

Delphiniums & Desire (Remile sugar daddy AU)

My Love Isn’t an Act (Roceit fake dating AU)

Opposites Attract (Moduke college AU)

First Dates Fluttering Hearts (Roceit human AU)

Cafe Pup (ThViSleep Coffee Shop AU)

NOTE: Cafe Pup also has an ask blog! @thvi-cafe-pup :D

Tag Lists

If you wanna be tagged in anything I write, just let me know. I write fluff, smut, angst, and any ship, so make sure to specify what you wanna be tagged in.

#felix talks #// #delphiniums & desire #my love isn't an act #opposites attract #first dates fluttering hearts #cafe pup #/ #sanders sides #sanders shorts #cartoon therapy #- #character thomas #remus sanders #deceit sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #emile picani #remy sanders

[anxiousgaypanicking]

What You Need Masterlist

“Two days without eating and three without sleeping sounded like the normal schedule for college student Logan Berry. He's in class all day and works all night just to barely pay off his rent every month. Constant bills leave little room for bare necessities, and it's clear that his current lifestyle is very damaging. While looking for solutions, he comes across one that seems... mediocre at best, but he's desperate. What is this solution? A sugar daddy.”

- Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven

#intrulogical smut #intrulogical sugar daddy au #intrulogical #sanders sides smut #not safe for sanders #ts logan #ts remus

[anxiousgaypanicking]

What You Need (Intrulogical)

Two days without eating and three without sleeping sounded like the normal schedule for college student Logan Berry. He's in class all day and works all night just to barely pay off his rent every month. Constant bills leave little room for bare necessities, and it's clear that his current lifestyle is very damaging. While looking for solutions, he comes across one that seems... mediocre at best, but he's desperate. What is this solution? A sugar daddy.

Taglist: @witchesgetstitchesblog @book-limerence @romans-dull-creativity

This is part four.

Masterlist

"What foods do you like to eat?"

Logan shrugs, responding with "I don't have much of an opinion on food," as he lets Remus search the expanse of his living room. They had moved out there with the promise they'd be undisturbed and could watch a movie or something, and Remus was currently looking for the remote to his giant, flat-screen television.

To Logan, it was no surprise that Remus couldn't find it, considering the overly decorated, and incredibly large room; it was stocked with art, an absurd amount of furniture, and weird décor that ranged from vases to marble statues.

Although, Logan's opinion on the hoard of decoration may be biased, considering he was raised in a minimalist household.

And now lived a literal minimalist life, considering the fact he only had about twenty-ish possessions to his name; his clothes included.

"Well, what do you eat?" Remus then rephrases, hoping to at least get something valuable out of Logan. Something that'd give him more insight as to what foods Logan liked.

"Uh... there's this burger joint about ten minutes from my house," Logan answers. "If I have the money I'll buy a burger from there. Sometimes two, but that's only on special occasions."

Remus frowns as he listens to his answer, before sighing dramatically. "Now, that simply won't do!" Remus picks up his phone - Logan's eye was caught by the sparkly green case and high quality screen, and realizes the type of phone was similar to the one Janus owned - and clicks on an app, before handing the phone to Logan.

"Here's a variety of high quality take out places!" Remus exclaims. "It'll be delivered here quickly, mostly because I tip well and they all know me." He winks, and nudges Logan's arm, who's staring wide-eyed at all the choices presented to him, before he goes back to searching the expanse of the room for the remote.

He's never been offered such a variety, and he gulps as he inspects the prices of each individual meal, and even the sides.

No, he couldn't. This was all way too expensive! He wouldn't be able to afford any of this-

"Hey, Logan, you're looking a bit worried," Remus says, with a raised eyebrow, although there's a grin plastered to his face. "No need to fret, my newfound prince of panic-" Logan's brows furrow at the nickname. He didn't panic anywhere near enough to be dubbed such a thing, but he supposes he'll let Remus do what he wants. "-I'll pay for everything on the menu!"

"But-"

"We've discussed that I can pay you in other ways," Remus says, shutting Logan up before he can say anything about this ordeal. "And you deserve to be paid for sucking me off. Especially because you did it so well." He winks, and Logan rolls his eyes, although his face is flushed.

He quits complaining, for now, though, and instead looks through everything on the menu. He lands on the cheapest thing - a bowl of chili - and hands the phone back to Remus.

"That looks good," he says, and Remus hums, raising an eyebrow.

"You know, chili always seemed to remind me of human stew," Remus comments. "Like... stew made from human parts. Just the colour and the variety of texture."

Logan doesn't seem fazed at all, as he responds "absurd. Human's would have a wildly different taste and texture. Resources state that human meat tastes more reminiscent of pork, instead of beef, therefore comparing it to chili would be inaccurate."

Remus stares at him, a mixture of surprise and adoration on his face. "Huh," is all that he says, as if in minor disbelief. Logan raises an eyebrow, confused as to what he was so stunned by, before Remus finally says "not many people know that. Although, I wasn't referring to the taste. The colour is what really reminds me of it. That deep red, you know?"

"Human blood would be darker when gathered into a bowl," Logan states, matter-of-factly. He then changes the subject, deciding he was more curious as to what Remus would eat from such a place. "What are you going to order?" he inquires, watching as Remus stops his search momentarily in order to scan the menu.

"Probably some steak..." Remus says, after a moment, continuing with "although, they have good filet mignon, too. Maybe I'll spoil myself a bit and get both."

Logan couldn't imagine doing such a thing; would Remus even eat both? Logan knew that if he happened to be presented with two meals, he'd try to make the food stretch over a week, or maybe even two, so that he could save some of his money to pay rent, and maybe even spoil himself and order a ride to school or something.

Logan doesn't respond, and Remus doesn't seem to be expecting a response, as he places the order with a hum, and then tosses his phone to the side. He moves his search to the couch, and upon pulling up a throw pillow, he finds the remote and his face lights up in a pleased smile.

He collapses on the couch himself moments later, and then without hesitation he turns to Logan. His hands grab Logan's waist and hoist the man into his lap. Remus's chest presses against his back, and an arm is wrapped securely around Logan's hips, keeping him pressed tight against Remus.

Remus's breath fans against his neck as the man obliviously clicks on the television, scrolling through the multitude of apps he'd subscribed to in order to find one that would carry a decent amount of movies for the two of them to watch.

"What movies do you like?" Remus asks, his chin coming to rest on Logan's shoulder. "Any particular genre? Horror, comedy, romance?" His face scrunches up when he says 'romance,' and noticing it out of the corner of his eye, Logan quietly snickers.

"Documentaries, preferably," he then answers, honestly. "I haven't watched any in a while, though." He hasn't had the time to do so, considering he lived on a strict schedule that required sticking to, but even if he had more free time, he didn't have the money to pay for something else to run up his electricity bill, or the channels that he'd have to pay for in order for some menial entertainment regardless.

It just wasn't worth it.

Remus hums as he sifts through documentaries, before finding one about a certain serial killer. "What about this?" he asks, hoping it'd be something that could interest them both. "It talks in detail about his murders, and pays genuine respect to the victims, too."

"You've seen it before?"

Remus shrugs, stating "I have a lot of free time. It's not like there's much to do around here, anyway."

Logan turns his head to stare at Remus for a moment. His expression is somewhat puzzled, and somewhat cold, as he's reminded that Remus is absurdly rich (although it's not necessarily easy to forget). It's almost as if he's evaluating Remus, and Remus is oblivious to it, just looking between the television and Logan with a happy smile.

Must be nice to not have to work, or go through school, or to spend all of your time doing something. He couldn't imagine not being busy, and he shifts his position slightly on Remus's lap as he's reminded that right now he isn't busy. He knows he will be in an hour or so, and that thought tires him more than he remembered it doing in the past, but Remus didn't have to do anything for himself.

Born into money, had people to clean for him; he didn't even have to make his own food. He was either out of school or didn't continue into college, so he didn't have the stress of achieving things academically weighing him down either...

"Hellooooo," Remus sings, bringing the remote up in order to lightly tap it against Logan's head, effectively drawing Logan out of his head. "You never answered me. What are you thinking about, huh? Is it... sex?"

"It's not sex," Logan replies, with a roll of his eyes. "And it's not important, either. In regards to your question, it looks fine. We can watch this."

"Shame," Remus comments, as he clicks play on the documentary. "I'm always thinking about sex, especially because you look pathetically hot when you're being fucked by me. The amount of things I've thought about doing to you in the short time I've known you is nearly enough to drive to drive me mad-"

A rattle at the door is what cuts Remus off, much to Logan's relief. Blood had begun to rush to his face at Remus's words, and he couldn't help wondering what Remus had imagined doing to him, but he dares not ask out of fear of figuratively dying of embarrassment.

Remus himself looks confused, pausing the documentary despite the fact nothing important had really started to play, and turns to the door with a raised eyebrow. After a moment, though, the door swings open revealing a man in a red jacket holding multiple bags. There's another man with him, this one dressed up formally, also carrying bags, as if they were some sort of servant.

"Take those up to my room for me," the man in red orders, before dumping all the bags he was currently holding onto the other, stretching moments after. "Those too, please. Thanks!"

Oh, so he was a servant.

Logan watches the formally dressed man walk off, before he hears Remus state "I thought you weren't supposed to be home until around ten." At most, Remus sounds a bit annoyed, but otherwise it's a genuine question.

As the man in red walks closer, Logan gets a better look at his face.

He looked... identical to Remus. It was the exact same face, without a mustache, and as Logan's eyes trailed down the figure, he could see that the two had near matching body types as well, although this one definitely had a bit more muscle to him.

He ends up staring right back at Logan, before he answers "my baby cancelled on me, so I took a shopping trip instead. I was still out for a few hours." He scans Logan the same way Logan did to him, before clearing his throat. "Who's this?" he asks, approaching the couch and sitting near Logan moments later, leaning closer to him. The man's curious green eyes seemed to be studying Logan in less of a logical manner, and more of a romantic one.

"This is Logan," Remus says, smiling from where his chin is resting on Logan's shoulder. "He's my sugar baby."

Remus then shifts his position slightly and holds Logan a tad tighter, as Roman grabs Logan's chin without a second thought and effortlessly tilts Logan's head side to side.

"Logan, this is Roman. He's my brother, as I assume you've already figured out," Remus then says, eyeing Roman closely as he looks over Logan's face.

Finding his voice, Logan clears his throat and states "I didn't know he was your twin," before he gently tugs his face away from Roman's hand. Roman very clearly pouts at the action, seemingly enjoying being able to move and stare at Logan's face as he pleased. The expression radiated a feeling of entitlement that made Logan both curious and spiteful.

"Unfortunately," Roman utters, but Remus hears and snickers as he shifts his position on the couch in order to kick Roman's thigh, which earns a pout in response.

He scoots closer regardless, though, almost as curious about Logan as Logan was about him. Remus doesn't keep Roman from trailing his pinky and middle finger over Logan's neck, and ends up pulling down the turtleneck to reveal a bunch of clear hickeys.

"Looks like you get enough use out of him," Roman comments, playfully. Despite the sexual meaning of his words, he sounds surprisingly lighthearted.

Remus, on the other hand, drops his voice low, as he states "it's hard to resist using someone as pretty as him," which flusters Logan more than it should. He glances away, but Roman's fingers find his chin again, and move Logan's face back towards his, seemingly wanting to stare into Logan's eyes.

"I can see that," Roman hums, leaning a bit closer, before his eyes flicker towards his brothers. "I'm having trouble resisting him too. The plight I'm currently in is nothing less than heart-wrenching." His words are spoken dramatically, as if Roman was reciting them from a play, but Logan feels Remus's nails dig into his sides, awfully reminiscent of the hold Remus would have on him during sex.

"Back off, Roman," Remus grits, glaring at his brother. "You didn't let me play with your baby; you don't get to play with mine."

"But that was different!"

Remus rolls his eyes. "If anything, this situation is different. Logan's never even met you before! Besides, I don't want to scare him away just yet. I still have a lot to introduce him to."

Logan hardly has the time to ponder what implications that statement has, before Roman juts in with "really? Knowing you I would have figured you would have gotten..." Roman's face flushes, much to Logan's surprise, as he continues "interesting with him by now." Interesting? All the descriptive words to choose from, and somehow Logan felt as if that described the least.

'Interesting' had a plethora of meanings. It had both good and bad connotations. The amount of things that could fall under the category of 'interesting' is almost overwhelming.

Remus scoffs. "Do you really think that lowly of me? Honestly, Roman, I may suck, but it's primarily dick." His joke makes Roman roll his eyes, but it surprisingly makes Logan's shoulders relax. He didn't know what to think of this situation; the attention from Roman was making him blush, but Remus's hold on him was primarily overtaking his mind, but the two brothers seemed to be engaged in a conversation that Logan couldn't determine as lighthearted or serious.

Curse his lack of social skills; he should really learn how to read situations better.

"I wouldn't start him off with things that are so rough. I got to train his pretty body first..." Remus's flirtatious tone is back in a matter of seconds, and the hands that were previously holding tight to Logan's waist now ease up considerably, and instead Logan feels them slip just barely under his shirt.

His fingertips tease the skin above the waist of Logan's jeans, and Logan semi-wishes he'd tucked his shirt in after getting dressed.

He's not uncomfortable with the touch, though. More so.... embarrassed that Remus is still doing such a thing, even in front of his brother. Even if the action wasn't inherently sexual in itself, Logan still wasn't touched like this normally, and it felt amplified to him. Intimate, in the sense that it was supposed to be personal, but a part of him liked the fact Remus was so casual with touching him whenever.

Admittedly, he quite liked the affection he'd received during their few meetups, and now wasn't any different.

"You should let me help," Roman says, with a pout. "After all, I was left alone today. It's a nice act of kindness."

"You forget who I am," Remus replies, with a shrug. "Now go choke on the makeup you bought and leave us be. We're in the middle of something." Remus is intent on kicking Roman out, clearly wanting his alone time with Logan. After promising him such, Logan assumed Remus was just trying to hold true to his words, but it's not like Remus could have anticipated Roman's meetup would be cancelled.

Roman pouts, but sighs regardless. "Fine, just don't have sex in here, please. I don't want to smell sweat while trying to enjoy my shows." His face is scrunched up at the thought, and Logan realizes that both of the twins are quite animated with their expressions.

It's a clear sign about their inner feelings; Logan couldn't imagine being so expressive; The amount of vulnerability that comes with expressing was scary.

Roman stands up, and blows a kiss towards Logan that Logan can't help but blush and look away at, before he walks off, pulling out his phone as he does so. Logan can hear his loud voice echoing as he presumably calls someone, before it eventually fades away, leaving him and Remus alone again.

"I'd say sorry for him, but I'm pretty sure he was getting me back for flirting with his client," Remus states, completely serious with his words. "He usually leaves me be, mostly because he doesn't like to be seen with me. Especially out in public."

Logan stays silent, but internally he tries to picture Roman and Remus side by side. Roman was in the red, sleeveless turtleneck he'd walked in with, and the tight white jeans that showed off his leg muscles, and Logan couldn't help picturing Remus in the attire he'd first met the man in. Side by side, Roman did, in fact, look rich. On the other hand, Remus looked basically homeless. There was clear juxtaposition between the two, and Logan happened to like that a lot as well.

To each their own type of style, though, and Logan honestly liked the way Remus dressed.

Remus then turns back to the television, unpausing the show and diverting all of his attention back to that. He shifts their position once more, laying back on the couch and bringing Logan to lay against his chest; their legs were entwined, while Remus's arms wrapped around Logan fully. One rested casually on his ass, while the other slipped up the back of his shirt, gently rubbing the skin and occasionally dragging his nails ever-so-lightly down Logan's spine, earning shudders from the man that Remus would smile at.

However, the predictability of his actions and the surprisingly gentle nature of them seemed to relax Logan, and before he could stop himself, his eyes were drooping.

The documentary was interesting, but he couldn't focus on it. He was reminded of how tired he was once his eyes stayed closed for a few seconds, because when he tried to re-open them, it took a lot of effort. The slight ache in his eyes almost seemed to be them begging to be closed again - begging for Logan to get some much needed rest.

He closes them again, with a relaxed sigh, head pressed to Remus's chest. He hears Remus's steady heartbeat, and it only serves to lull him further into sleep.

He doesn't realize he actually passed out until he's gently being shaken awake about a half an hour or so later. The smell of food wafts through the air, and Logan almost starts drooling at how delicious it smelled.

He blearily blinks opens his eyes, wanting to search for the source of said smells, only to find that everything's blurry. He goes to question as to why he can't see, before Remus is helping him sit up and then carefully sliding Logan's glasses back onto his face.

"I took them off when I realized you were asleep," Remus explains, noticing Logan's confused look. "I didn't want you to be uncomfortable, or accidentally break them by moving. Roman did that once and he was blinded for like two weeks because he refused to admit to our parents that he'd broken them, even though they could have ordered him a new pair that would have arrived in a matter of hours."

Huh, rich privilege must be nice.

"Our food just got here," Remus then states, motioning to the bags filled with cheap Styrofoam containers. "I had one of the butlers bring it in for us so I didn't have to move you."

"Thanks," Logan mumbles, covering his mouth as he yawns before he maneuvers himself off of Remus's lap. He notices Remus's bottom lip jut out in a pout, but the man doesn't say anything.

Remus moves to grab the bag of food, carefully pulling out containers and setting them on the table. He sets Logan's cylindrical container, presumably full of chili, in front of him, and moments later tosses a plastic spoon and a couple napkins near it too. While he pulls everything out, he jokingly says "If the documentary was boring you, you could have just said so." He's grinning, and he shoots Logan a playful smirk.

Logan can tell by the tone of his voice that Remus is teasing him, but he still feels the need to correct him. "I didn't find the documentary boring," Logan says, staring at the objects Remus pulls out of the bag. He wants to grab his chili, but he doesn't want to seem... ill-mannered.

He's also still trying to wake himself up fully, despite the overwhelming urge to lay back against Remus and fall asleep once again, and doesn't want to risk accidentally making a mess over Remus's furniture. "I was just tired. I enjoyed the parts I watched, though," Logan then continues, watching as Remus grabs one of the other to-go boxes, and opens it, revealing a steak, fries, and even a side of cooked vegetables.

Logan's stomach grumbles at the mere sight, and he flushes in embarrassment as he looks away.

He didn't watch much of the show, truth be told, but he always enjoyed a good documentary. He momentarily considers asking Remus if they could watch it again sometime, so he can fully watch and process everything that was happening in it, but he doesn't want to bore Remus by having him watch the same thing yet again, or practically invite himself over to Remus's house.

However, Remus appears to be reading his mind. As he cuts up his steak, he says "you didn't sleep through that much of it. Just a lot of the exposition. We can always watch it some other time, preferably when you're a bit more awake." Remus is snickering quietly to himself as he stabs a piece of his steak with his fork.

He finally glances back at Logan, and his smile temporarily falls from his face, as he instead raises an eyebrow and glances between Logan and his food on the table.

Admittedly, Remus didn't think the chili would be enough to completely fill Logan up, but Logan hadn't even reached for it yet. Surely he must be hungry; even if he'd eaten this morning, which Remus should have probably asked about, it's been hours since then.

"Logan?" Remus asks, and Logan, who was previously resting his head in his hands, snaps up, almost as if he was jolting awake.

Remus quickly takes a bite of his steak, before setting the fork down and turning to face Logan entirely. "Are you still tired?" he asks, mouth still full. At least he resumes chewing with his mouth closed after speaking.

Logan shakes his head, although he covers another yawn.

"You haven't started eating yet," Remus points out, and Logan narrows his eyes as he stares ahead at the table, before shaking his head slightly. He then scoots forward, until he's sliding off the couch.

Once seated on the floor, he grabs the container of chili and pops open the lid, grabbing the plastic spoon moments later. The smell of that makes his stomach grumble again, so he hardly hesitates before digging his spoon into the food and wolfing down a few bites in a matter of seconds.

He's momentarily distracted, though, as he watches Remus slide off the couch and next to him out of the corner of his eye.

Logan quickly wipes his mouth before glancing over at Remus. "What are you doing?" he asks, curious as to why Remus had seated himself on the floor when he could have instead had the entire couch to himself.

"What are you doing," Remus counters, in a playful tone. "You're allowed to eat on the couch, you know."

"I didn't want to risk spilling any food on it," Logan responds, stirring his spoon around in his chili. "Especially since I'm still in the process of waking myself up."

Remus hums in response, before Logan continues, saying "you could have stayed on the couch, though." He would say that he's sure Remus would be more responsible with his food than Logan would, but glancing over at Remus's face made quite the opposite statement.

Juice from the steak was practically dripping down his chin, and he had already managed to stain the shirt he wore.

At least he didn't have to worry about buying a new one; Logan could only imagine how many sets of clothes Remus already had strung up in his closet.

"I'd rather sit next to you," Remus sings, before taking another bite of his steak. He's smiling as he chews, and Logan doesn't respond, not quite knowing how to match the excited energy.

Logan doesn't see what difference it makes whether Remus sits on the couch or next to him, but Remus seems happy, and Logan decides he's too hungry to really care about Remus's reasoning for doing the things he does. Instead, Logan turns his attention back to his chili, eating rather fast out of habit.

The container of chili is quite small, but that was sort of the point. Logan wanted something cheap, as that's just what he was used to getting, but by the time he finishes it, he's still hungry for more.

As he sets the now-empty container down on the table, he sets his other arm over his stomach, hoping to suppress any other crude noises that his stomach might make that would give away the fact he isn't entirely satisfied.

He's still in the mindset to not ask for more, automatically assuming he doesn't have the ability to pay for more, even though Remus paid for everything.

A couple minutes go by, the silence only being cut through by Remus's occasional chewing, before suddenly Logan's being nudged. He glances Remus's direction, and sees Remus cutting off a piece of his steak, before he holds his fork out to Logan, with a piece of steak stabbed on the end of it.

Logan stares at it for a minute, before glancing up at Remus with a raised eyebrow.

"I don't understand," he states, and watches as Remus rolls his eyes, before hurriedly chewing and swallowing the food in his mouth.

He clears his throat after it's down, before stating "eat it."

"What?" Logan asks, hoping for a bit more clarification. Without hesitation, Remus jabs Logan in the face with the piece of steak, smearing juice over his cheek and making Logan recoil with surprise.

"Eat it," Remus repeats, tilting his head to the side slightly, as he wiggles his fork in a potential attempt to seduce Logan into eating the piece of meat. "I bought two whole meals for myself, and there's no way that small bowl of chili filled your cute little body up. Eat some of mine."

"But- but you bought it for yourself," Logan counters, puzzled as to why Remus would want to share his food - the food that he bought for himself and has been eating.

"Then I can share it with whoever I want," comes Remus's confident reply. "And I want to share it with you. You'll be a good boy and eat it for me, won't you?"

Will he? A blush rises to Logan's cheeks at Remus's words, and it was a silly thing to get overly flustered by, especially since Remus was using the affectionate term to try and persuade Logan to eat some of the steak he'd bought for himself, but he couldn't help the way his body reacted.

Swallowing the spit in his mouth, Logan leans forward and bites the steak, sliding it off the fork and into his mouth, before he looks down and chews it, his face getting hotter by the second.

By the time he swallows it, another piece jabs at his cheek, and it becomes increasingly clear that Remus plans to feed quite a bit of this to Logan.

Piece after piece, Logan's fed steak, fries, and even some of the vegetables that Remus has, and once Remus gets bored of that, he opens his container containing the filet mignon, and cuts into that next, before offering the first piece to Logan.

The food is unlike anything Logan can recall eating throughout his entire life. The last time he had a home-cooked meal already seemed so distant, but high-quality restaurant food was something he'd hardly experienced throughout his life at all.

He was never given the luxury of eating juicy steaks and drinking fancy wine; his parents worked a lot so often Logan was left to scrounge up whatever he could around the house.

The money they made was spent on giving him a good education through private schools, for fixing up the house they lived in, and for the ever persistent bills.

He momentarily wonders how they were doing now that they stopped paying for his schooling. Has their financial situation gotten better? Logan could only hope so; he was reminded that it'd been forever since he'd even last spoken to them. Maybe he'd consider giving them a call sometime soon.

He's pulled out of his thoughts as he hears Remus snicker and say "that's the last of it. We sure finished those up quick." His intonation is playful, but as Logan's eyes flicker over the now-empty containers, he's surprised by how much he and Remus have eaten.

More specifically, him, considering he'd ingested his entire bowl of chili, and was probably also fed half of the food Remus had originally gotten for himself.

And yet, he feels weirdly good. Satiated.

"I'm glad you were here to help me eat the rest," Remus continues, as he grabs Logan and pulls the man into his lap. "Truth be told, I got two meals on purpose. I was looking for an excuse to get you to eat more," he then admits, hands groping over Logan's upper thighs and hips. Logan knows there isn't much fat to squeeze, and Remus almost seems to be pouting over that fact, but he's not surprised that this was Remus's true intention the whole time.

Surprisingly, Logan actually finds it kind of amusing.

"Plus, now we've finished just in time for me to take you to the lame second job you still have because you like to deprive me," Remus adds, with his bottom lip jutted out. He sounded like he was whining.

Logan eyes snap open though, and he hurries to grab his phone so he can check the time. "Oh, God," he mutters under his breath, sighing as he rubs his eyes beneath his glasses. "I forgot about work."

Luckily, he wasn't late, but they needed to leave now.

"We have to go," Logan states, standing up. "Apologies for leaving this mess behind." He brushes himself off as he stares at the containers left on Remus's coffee table.

Remus just waves his hand dismissively, however, stating "it's fine; the maids will take care of it." He seems casual about leaving messes, and Logan supposes it's because he'd never had to pick up after himself before.

Remus stands up after him, and wraps an arm around Logan's waist, leading him to the front door. He asks Logan for the address, as he waves over a man outside, who Logan believes to be the chauffeur. Remus then relays the information Logan gave to him to the man, and then he opens one of the limo doors near the back.

Logan climbs in, thanking Remus as he does so, and Remus enters after him, shutting the door behind him.

Just like on the way to Remus's.... mansion, Remus pulls Logan into his lap, seemingly determining himself to be a safer seat than the actual seats. That, or he really liked holding Logan for some reason. Logan honestly couldn't guess why Remus would enjoy doing such a thing, so he assumed the former, even if that was illogical.

"I still don't understand why you haven't quit yet," Remus says, as he brings his mouth to Logan's neck, placing kisses over the expanse of skin he could reach, before huffing through his nose and pulling Logan's turtleneck down a bit, in order to expose more. "Most babies quit the moment they get a daddy."

The word 'daddy' makes Logan shiver uncomfortably, but he shakes it off, instead saying "I guess I just don't want to quit." He doesn't; he still needs the income. He doesn't know how reliable a service being a sugar baby is yet, either.

Sure, he'd made quite a bit from the couple instances he and Remus had been sexual together, and maybe Remus had splurged on food for him tonight, but Logan was still reasonably worried that that money wouldn't last him forever.

Bills were constant, materials for school were always needed, and he knew that if he let himself get lazy and comfortable, he'd be metaphorically smacked in the face with debt and hunger sooner than he could even predict.

And if he quit, he wasn't sure he could land another job that was close enough to his apartment after Remus ultimately decided to get rid of him. That's what usually happens to sugar babies, right? Logan should honestly do more research on them; he did basically jump into this headfirst.

He can feel Remus's pout against his skin, right before Remus starts mindlessly sucking marks into the already purple area.

He makes a few, teeth lightly grazing the skin as he does so, before he pulls away again.

"I don't understand you," Remus says, sounding completely serious, although his mouth is quirked up in a grin that reads the exact opposite. "Everyone else I've been with quit almost on the spot. Everyone Roman's ever been with, too."

"How many people have you guys been with?" Logan asks, shifting nervously on Remus's lap. He doesn't know why that question makes his stomach churn uneasily. Of course he couldn't expect Remus to have never been with other clients before, but it still feels like something Logan is scared to know the answer to.

Remus shrugs. "I can't speak on behalf of my brother, but I've only been with three. One fresh out of high school, who was less of a sugar baby and more of a boyfriend that I tended to spoil. Another that came right after I started being a sugar daddy; they were around for a couple months before they ended up leaving for a different sugar daddy, and then the one before you stayed around for about half a year. He was pretty chill, but he ended up doing the same thing as the last one."

"Why would clients just... move on like that?"

Remus is silent for a few moments, before he answers "some will pay more with you having to do less, and others just see better opportunities. Or hotter men. The two actual clients I've been with have liked me because I'm young, but once I start wanting to do more, they usually move on."

Logan purses his lips, going silent himself, before he quietly says "do you force them to do more?"

His question earns a pained look in Remus's eyes, but physically, Remus just shakes his head. "Of course I don't. I told you from the beginning that I value your consent. I won't make anyone do things they don't want to." Remus proceeds to awkwardly scratch the back of his neck as he snickers slightly, adding "I think it was just the nature of the ideas I proposed that scared them off. People accept this job thinking it'll be all vanilla, but I propose a collar and a leash once and suddenly they're out the door."

"Oh."

Logan can't respond with much else than that, instead distracted by Remus's words. He was reassured by the truthful tone of Remus's statements, and the actions Remus had exhibited previously that backs up those words, but... a collar and a leash? Logan's hand involuntarily comes up to his neck, and he hears Remus chuckle quietly.

It draws Logan's attention back to him, and he sees Remus grinning at him with half-lidded eyes that let Logan know Remus can tell what he's thinking.

"Don't tell me you're into that," Remus says, voice low, and Logan swallows the spit in his mouth.

"I wouldn't know," the younger man responds, avoiding Remus's eyes. "Obviously."

He was a virgin until he met Remus, and he doesn't have any other sexual partner, so if Remus hasn't tried it out on him, then obviously Logan wouldn't know.

The thought of wearing a collar, however, flustered him for a reason Logan couldn't comprehend.

"I guess we'll have to find out, then," Remus says, moving away from Logan's neck, as one of his hands slides up Logan's shirt, and the other runs over Logan's clothed legs, squeezing and groping his upper thighs. "I'll get you a high-quality collar that'll choke your pretty neck just right."

Sliding his hand out from Logan's shirt, he instead brings it up to Logan's neck, very lightly grabbing it.

"Logan, be serious with me real quick," Remus then states, his change in tone drawing Logan's attention back towards him. Confirming he has Logan's full attention, Remus continues. "Can I choke you?"

"I- I don't know," Logan stammers out. He doesn't know how that would feel, or if he'd like it. Remus doesn't look too pleased with that answer, though.

"Logan," he begins, voice soft, but stern. "I need a clear yes, or a clear no, okay?"

Logan nods, his own hand coming to rest atop Remus's around his throat. He had to think about this; did he trust Remus with so much power? With the ability to cut off Logan's ability to breathe indefinitely?

Unfortunately, yes. He does.

"Yeah," Logan answers, after a moment. "Yeah, you can." He still seems somewhat unsure, so Remus leans up slightly in order to kiss him, which Logan can't help leaning into.

"Okay," Remus breathes, when he pulls away. "If you're uncomfortable, don't like it, or want to back out, tap my hand three times, okay?"

Logan nods again, verbally repeating "okay," before he watches Remus relax, and a smirk reappear on his face. Remus's confidence reassures Logan, and he relaxes moments later. Seeing the anxiety melt from Logan's shoulders, Remus pulls Logan in for another kiss, this time pulling him in by his throat, and as they kiss, Remus's hand slowly tightens around Logan's throat.

Logan can't help gasping as Remus's fingers squeeze his throat, and Remus takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into Logan's mouth.

As Logan attempts to rock his hips against Remus's thigh, his eyes basically roll back into his head. Arousal is practically coursing through his veins at the power Remus holds with his hand on his throat, and Logan adores it.

Remus eases up the pressure all too soon, and when he pulls away from the kiss, he grins at Logan's flushed face and spit-soaked lips.

"Imagine-" Remus starts, allowing Logan to take a few deep breaths before his hand is squeezing Logan's throat again, Logan's head falling back in a choked off moan, and Remus can only stare with half lidded eyes as he continues, "-a collar wrapped around your neck like this. Choking you constantly."

And a constant reminder that Logan was owned, just like a dog is owned. The thought sends blood straight to his cock, and he tries to grind against Remus's leg again, this time Remus noticing the action.

"You like that thought? What about a leash hooked to it, and me dragging you around like my cute little pet. I'd make you crawl, and if you hesitated, you'd get pulled along anyway."

Remus's hand grasps tighter around his throat, and drool is actively dripping down Logan's chin. His free hand works quickly to undo Logan's pants, wanting to play with him before they arrive at Logan's work.

In Logan's mind, work had already been discarded in favor of sex, and as soon as Remus frees his cock he's choking out incoherent begs. Remus eases up on his throat just enough for Logan to suck in another breath, before he's working to get his own cock out.

He pulls Logan closer, before he grabs both their cocks with one hand. He doesn't hesitate to start stroking them together, Logan's hands finding his shoulders as Remus's hand tightens on his throat yet again. Pathetic moans spill from his mouth, sounding gargled as he chokes on his spit, and he loves it.

He's figuratively stuck between reality and fantasy - a new place for him to be - feeling the very real touches of Remus's hands around his throat, choking him expertly and stroking him all the same, and he doesn't hold back from rutting his cock against Remus's which earns low moans from the man. But on the other hand, he can't help but do exactly what Remus said to, and imagine a collar choking him as he's dragged around Remus's mansion, stared at by his staff, and forced to crawl all the while.

"Re- Rem-" Logan stutters out, raspy due to the little air he could suck in, and Remus eases up pressure again allowing Logan another breath of air. "Remus- close, please," he then whines, rocking his hips again, desperate for any sort of release. His body was still sensitive from earlier, and Remus laughs lightly at how quickly he got close.

"Already, baby?" Remus coos, teasing as ever. He pulls Logan in by his throat for yet another kiss, rougher this time, biting at Logan's lips as Logan gasps and lets out short pants and whines against Remus's.

The car pulls to a stop, and Remus pulls away with a curse. He lets go of Logan's throat, and Logan in turn bends over fully, resting his head against Remus's shoulder as Remus strokes them both faster.

"Please, please," Logan cries, nails digging into Remus's back as he continues to rock his cock against Remus's, almost pleading with the pleasure he's providing in hopes Remus will let him come.

He doesn't know why he's asking, or why he wants Remus's approval before doing so, but when Remus eventually grits out "come, now," Logan can't help but obey.

Luckily, his come splatters over Remus's hand and his clothes, and manages to miss dirtying Logan up at all, and after he comes Remus pushes him back slightly so he can quickly finish himself off, making himself into more of a mess.

Logan's panting heavily, and Remus is drawing in deep breaths of his own, before there comes a knock on the car door from the outside.

Remus snickers, as Logan flushes, and works to quickly get his cock back into his pants. "At least he knocked," Remus jokes, before pressing a kiss to the underside of Logan's jaw. "You can open it!" he then shouts, presumably to the chauffeur. The door cracks open, despite the fact Remus is very much covered in their come and his limp cock is still out, seemingly having no shame whatsoever regarding the sexual nature of the situation.

He uses his clean hand to guide Logan's turned head back towards him, so he can pull him in for one last final kiss. "You don't have to go," Remus reminds him, voice quiet, as he pulls his wallet out of his pants. With one hand, he maneuvers it open, and pulls out a wad of cash, hardly caring about the amount. Logan gulps as he takes it, before he splits up the cash, folds it, and stuffs each half into each of his back pockets, not having any other suitable place to put it.

He feels a ball of anxiety knotting in his gut as Remus speaks. "You can skip," Remus says, almost as if he's pleading.

"Remus-" Logan attempts to interject, sliding fully off Remus's lap and shuffling while bent over towards the open door.

"Maybe they won't even fire you!" Remus continues, sounding increasingly desperate, and Logan sighs as he steps fully out of the car.

Awkwardly glancing away, Logan folds his arms over his chest. After a few seconds, he takes a breath, and looks back at Remus. "You have my number," he states, taking a step backwards, and one step closer to his workplace. "Bye, Remus."

And with that, the chauffeur closes the door, and Logan gulps as he stares at the ground, watching as the wheels slowly roll along the road, and the limo speeds away.

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What You Need (Intrulogical)

Two days without eating and three without sleeping sounded like the normal schedule for college student Logan Berry. He's in class all day and works all night just to barely pay off his rent every month. Constant bills leave little room for bare necessities, and it's clear that his current lifestyle is very damaging. While looking for solutions, he comes across one that seems... mediocre at best, but he's desperate. What is this solution? A sugar daddy.

this is a sugar daddy story. that means there will be sex. kinky sex, especially further on. im not going to put a warning at the beginning of each chapter so heres your warning for the entire book. each new chapter will most likely have a different smut scene, so read with caution

Also! This is a copy of my story from wattpad that im posting here because i want to get into using tumblr :DD so... pog!

Part 1

"You look like shit," Janus comments, taking a seat next to Logan in their lecture hall. Logan can hardly muster a groan in response, leaning uncomfortably over his notebook in order to review the notes he had taken the day before.

He looks up at Janus, giving Janus a good look at the bags under Logan's eyes, no doubt from him being forced to stay up all night working.

"Another night shift?" Janus questions, and Logan nods.

It's all he could take, due to the fact he had school in the mornings and studied for a bit after school. But, he had to make money somehow, seeing as getting evicted and/or starving was out of the question.

Janus sighs, kicking his feet up onto the table in front of them, earning a glare from Logan.

"That's not proper classroom etiquette, you know," he grumbles, which earns a grin from Janus.

"And? What are you gonna do about it?" Janus asks, sass clear in his voice. When Logan rolls his eyes and sets his head down on the desk, Janus laughs. "That's what I thought. Absolutely nothing."

"Why do I put up with you again?"

"Even I don't know the answer to that question." Janus snickers, as the room slowly fills up. There's not many kids, so they're all spread out in the hall. Most people sit apart; hardly any of them even have the energy to become acquainted with each other.

The professor walks in minutes later, announcing his presence with an over-exaggerated "good morning class" that makes both Logan and Janus groan.

Logan picks his head up off his desk, rubbing away the drool that had pooled on the front of his notebook, before he opened it up.

The professor spoke way too fast, and Janus didn't even try to listen, while Logan's tired brain tried to keep up with everything that was being said. Janus went back and forth between zoning out and musing at Logan's determined attitude.

Despite the fact it was early, and Logan was clearly tired, he still valued his education and everything the professor said.

After this class, they had another one. In fact, their entire day was filled with classes, as that was the way school worked.

What a shame.

Janus and Logan had very different classes, with their morning lesson being the only one they shared, but that tiny bit of social interaction was enough to keep them from living their college life in complete solitude, so it was enough.

Logan went through today like he went through every day; a groggy mindset and the school's free, cheap coffee being both his source of hydration and the thing keeping him awake.

He participated when he could, but that wasn't often. More often than not he had his face buried in his notebook, frantically scribbling down notes in an attempt to keep up with his professors, and jot down his own thoughts.

Normally, he could work fast, but it's hard to focus on so little sleep and sustenance.

After school, Logan sluggishly walked home, as per usual. He'd have a couple hours to study (or sleep) before he had to head to work.

And normally, he would do either of those things, but upon walking into his dinky apartment, grabbing a cup (which was one of the two he owned - flatware is expensive), and filling it with some questionable tap water, he decided he really had to look into more ways to make money.

With a sigh, he set his cup down, moving to his tiny couch instead. It was uncomfortable to sit on; stiff to the touch. He pulls his computer out of his backpack; it was one of the nicer things he owned, and his parents helped him buy it seeing as he needed one for school.

It was old, and very outdated, but it worked, and that was enough.

He patiently waits for the search engine to load up (understanding that his apartment's cheap wi-fi ran slowly, but he didn't have the money for his own router so this would have to do) before typing in "what are quick ways to make money?"

He was provided with a bunch of job options that he didn't even bother looking at.

He already had a job; he definitely didn't have time for a second one. Not with his already full schedule.

So why was he even looking? Did he want to gamble? Or join some sort of pyramid scheme? Maybe he was just looking to make sure there was nothing better out there.

And that's almost the conclusion he came to, until he came across a site that had "sugar daddy" in the URL. A sugar daddy...? Logan, surprisingly, didn't know what that was.

He clicks the link, opening a new tab as well to look up what a sugar daddy was while the link loaded.

He scans over the definition.

"A rich, older man who lavishes gifts on young people in return for their company or, more typically, sexual favors."

His face scrunches up. Money in return for sex? Isn't that... isn't that prostitution? Isn't that illegal?

Surprisingly, no. It's one of the few exceptions to that law. And Logan stares at that link for a few seconds, considering it.

Well...

He sighs, closing his computer, as he sinks deeper into the uncomfortable couch. He lets his eyes rest for a second, momentarily soothing the burning that's always there nowadays.

He can't let himself fall asleep, though, as he knows there's always the possibility he'll sleep through his alarm, and he can't even risk getting fired from his job. That was currently his only source of income, which helped him pay bills and get some food every once in a while.

With a sigh, he reopened his eyes, and his computer, bringing him to a sign in page on the sugar daddy website.

Was he actually considering this?

...yes.

He quickly types in his name and age, as well as inputting his gender, and inserting a profile picture (albeit a very awkward one), before typing up a short bio.

"I just don't want to starve."

Yeah, mood.

Afterwards, he's brought to a Tinder-esque screen, showing other profiles with a red thumbs down and a green thumbs up on the bottom of the screen. When Logan hovered his mouse over them, they lit up, showing they were buttons.

"Hmm," he hummed, pushing his glasses up as he scans over the first profile, already cringing at the age. "67." Yikes.

Well, he'll do what he has to, but maybe with someone a little bit younger... if there even were any younger people on here. Logan honestly was hoping for a miracle, unrealistically so.

But, he pressed the thumbs-down button nonetheless, deciding he'd at least try.

"58." Eh.

"49." Getting better...

"23."

Woah. Twenty-three? This fucker was only a couple years older than Logan was.

Logan quickly skimmed over their profile. The profile picture was blurry, and normally Logan would take that as a bad sign, but he was desperate.

"Remus Prince, 23

here for a fun and sexy time ;))) will treat my sweet lil baby right ;000"

Well, it was childish, and Logan found himself slightly annoyed with the usage of emoticons and the improper capitalization, but, he really would rather sleep with a younger man.

With one final re-evaluation of this decision, he clicks the thumbs-up button, taking him to a chat feature. Oh, interesting.

Logan, who was pretty socially stunted, hummed, as he tried to figure out an appropriate way to start this conversation.

'Hey.'

Well, that was a good start. He set his computer to the side, standing up to grab his cup of water and carry it back to the couch. When he sat down, he saw he already had a reply. Damn, did people just have constant free time?

'hey there cutie ;))'

'i take it ur lookin for a daddy <33??'

No, Logan was just on this website for fun. He rolled his eyes, and then cringed at the idea of referring to this man as his 'daddy.' Ew. He'd stick to Remus for now.

'In a sense, yes, assuming your referring to the 'title.''

He had to be sure.

'pfft- nerd'

';) just joking'

'and yes, that is what i meant smh. so when do you wanna meet, baby?'

Logan frowned slightly at being called 'baby,' not being able to properly identify how it made him feel. Weird, definitely. Ugh, this was all confusing and, God, he couldn't believe he was actually doing this.

'Tomorrow,' Logan answers. before providing the time after he'd be out of school. They could talk in the few hours Logan had before work, and perhaps he could get a better sense on what being a sugar baby was going to be like.

Remus accepts (adding many unnecessary emojis and emoticons along with a simple "that works"), and Logan sighs as he shut his computer yet again.

He discards it in favor of pulling out his notebook and reviewing the notes he had taken today.

School took his priority until his job started, and provided a good distraction from the now looming concept of meeting his future sugar daddy.

Wow, he still couldn't believe he actually resorted to a solution like that. This option is.... mediocre at best.

It was so unlike him, but desperate times called for desperate measures, he supposes.

In order to distract himself, and also kill some time before he has to head into work, he studies the notes he had made, repeating and re-writing in an effort to burn them into his memory. He does this for a couple hours, up until his phone rings. It's an alarm, labelled "get ready for work."

He ends up doing just that, combing through his hair and quickly scrubbing his face in order to look more presentable. He then fixes his clothes, smoothing out the wrinkles and trading out his tie for his work apron. He didn't put it on right away, as he still had to walk to work, but he did fold it neatly over his arm.

He speed-walks to his job, and works throughout the night.

Of course, he was aware of the recommended eight-to-ten hours of sleep people were supposed to get in order to be healthy, but Logan had been functioning just fine on the three hours of sleep he got daily (if even that).

Logically, three hours was a complete sleep cycle. It's just recommended by doctors that people get three cycles.

But Logan didn't have the time to sleep for nine hours a night. Not unless he wanted to drop out of college and move back in with parents (both of which he definitely did not want to do).

He completes the tedious tasks his work gives him, hardly socializing with any of his co-workers, all of which looked equally as tired as he did, before heading home. Perhaps one would be more afraid of walking home alone in the middle of the damn night, but Logan knew the sun would rise in half an hour or so. That, and at least kidnappers would give him a temporary relief from work and school.

And murder would permanently relieve him from both! There was no downside.

When he gets back to his apartment, he folds up his apron and puts it away, before packing all his notes and supplies back into his bag. He checks himself in the bathroom as he slings his bag over his shoulder.

The purple bags on his eyes were growing increasingly prominent. That wasn't great.

He checks his phone after a moment, before humming as he trudged back into the living room and slipped on his shoes, deciding that he'd try and sleep after school today-

Nope! He groaned, as he remembered his meeting with that sugar daddy. What was his name again? Logan tried to think back to it, before his phone rang, the alarm for school going off, distracting him. He dismisses it, adjusting his bag, before heading out the door. Curse morning classes.

He ends up in the lecture hall earlier than most everyone else, as per usual, although Janus is already at his seat. Legs kicked up on the table. As per usual.

"Good morning," Logan greets him, setting his bag down and pulling out his notes.

Janus hums in response, scrolling through his phone. His phone that Logan had never seen before.

"Is that a new phone?" Logan questions, raising an eyebrow. He knew Janus had more access to money than he did (as he often came to school with new rings or fancy tailored clothes) but there was nothing wrong with his old one.

Janus looks at Logan, momentarily confused, before he blinks in realization of the question. "Oh, yeah. It looked cool, and my old one was a bit slow."

"Ah."

Logan couldn't even imagine just spending money carelessly on himself. His phone, while outdated and cracked, could still call, text, and set alarms. If it wasn't broken, why would he need a new one?

With that short exchange, both of them went back to their own devices (literally, in Janus's case) as they wait for class to start.

However, Logan finds that he can't focus, instead thinking about what this afternoon's meeting would have in store for him. The sugar daddy - who Logan had remembered was named Remus - seemed flirtatious over text (although Logan was bad at identifying romantic social cues due to lack of exposure, so he could have just been really friendly), but Logan couldn't picture meeting him.

The unpredictability of the event annoyed him, and what annoyed him even more was that he didn't even know what Remus looked like! His profile picture was blurry and extremely hard to make out.

Guess he'd discover what he looked like upon meeting him, as that wasn't dangerous.

He tries to focus throughout class, once again leaning over his work and scribbling rapid notes, but his mind can only listen to the teacher for so long before he's thinking about the meeting again.

Ugh, if he knew he was going to be this distracted by an interaction that hasn't even happened yet, he would just not have scheduled the meeting at all.

Janus seemed to notice that Logan wasn't focusing solely on the class as he usually would, but didn't ask about it. He didn't want to intrude, and he knew Logan would probably give a vaguely concerning answer anyway.

So, instead, Janus left Logan to sort through his own problems alone, like any half-decent friend probably would.

Logan ends up being distracted throughout the rest of the day. Funny how one instance can absorb all of one's mental energy. He still paid attention as well as he could (as he would have otherwise been upset with himself), but near the end of the school day, he finds himself rather antsy. He's not nervous, despite the fact he has fair reason to be. No, he's overly curious, and eager to live through a new experience.

Even if he was unhappy about how his life had managed to come to this. Not that there was really anything he could do about it, without throwing his life out of order.

At the end of the day, he walked home as quickly as he could. He needed time to himself to prepare for Remus's arrival. Not physically, as he looked presentable enough in that regard, but mentally.

When he gets back to his apartment, he checks his phone for the time, before tossing his bag near the couch. There's still about ten minutes until the time Logan requested meeting Remus at, but he's anxiously awaiting his arrival nonetheless.

Those ten minutes pass, and Logan has pulled out his schoolbook, reviewing equations for the upcoming exam in his science class. Another ten minutes go by as Logan gets immersed in the material, before there's a knock on the door.

Logan blinks, drawn out of his finally focused state, before he checks the time. Ten minutes past when he and Remus had scheduled.

Was he late? If he was, that wouldn't be the best start to a first impression.

Logan got up and opened his door, revealing a tall, thin man with pale skin and messy brown hair. He was wearing a pale green tank top and cargo shorts, and had brown eyes that seemed almost red when the light hit them right.

He also had a thin mustache gracing the space above his top lip.

The man grinned and leaned against Logan's door frame.

"Heya there, babes," he greets, before just walking inside. Logan's too stunned to really say anything, so all he can do is shut the door behind him. "You're Logan Berry, yeah?"

It takes Logan a moment to find his voice, so jarred by the young man in front of him. He looked younger than Logan. And not as rich or as fancy as Logan had pictured him. He honestly expected a well-groomed man in a regal suit to show up to his door.

Yet, he was greeted with... this.

"Yeah," Logan answers, after a moment. "I take it you're... Remus."

"Bingo, baby!" Remus says, with a grin, as his hands find Logan's waist. That, mixed with the nickname, made Logan feel weird.

An unidentifiable way, but mostly just hot.

Remus snickers. "Man, you're cute. I really lucked out, huh?"

"Uh, I guess," Logan responds, standing stiff in Remus's hold. "You look younger than I expected."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

Logan averts his gaze and shrugs, feeling awkward and inexperienced in this situation. And everything was moving very fast; Logan had no time to process and retain a lot of the information being thrown his way.

"Yeah, that's fair. I just know some people have a kink for age differences. Although, you're the same age I am, so I guess that wouldn't make much sense."

Logan listened to him talk, eyebrow raising slightly at the age kink comment.

He knew what the definition of a kink was, but an age kink...?

"Ah," Logan says, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head. There's silence for a moment, before Remus snickers again.

"Wow, you're really awkward."

"And you're really blunt," Logan counters, knowing that Remus is right. He doesn't know what to do here; he's never been in this situation before.

Remus laughs at Logan's words though, pulling him closer, which causes Logan to flush at the contact. He... he had never been this physically close to anyone before.

"Are you blushing?" comes Remus's voice, and Logan just sighs.

"Clearly."

Remus backs up a bit, his hands moving from Logan's waist to his face, cupping it, before tilting it this way and that way. Logan looks confused, and still unsure of what to do with his own hands.

Remus's peppy face falls for a moment, looking like he was studying Logan, before he clears his throat.

"Have you ever had a sugar daddy before?" he asks, and Logan wonders if it's really that obvious. He would have brought it up at some point anyway, because he's confused as hell, but this works.

"No."

Remus hums. "Have you ever had sex before?"

"No."

"Have you ever been in a relationship before?"

Yes, platonically, but Logan could tell that he meant romantically, which prompted Logan to answer "no."

Remus laughed, his face lighting back up. "Damn, you're new to all of this then! This'll be fun."

Fun? What did that have to do with Logan being new to this whole ordeal?

"So, you do at least know what having a sugar daddy means, right?" Remus asks, as he pulls Logan to the couch via an arm around his waist.

He expects to sit down next to him, but he ends up getting pulled into Remus's lap before he can even process what's happening.

However, Remus does finally take the time to ask "you're comfortable with this, right?"

"Having a sugar daddy?"

Remus snorts, his hands rubbing Logan's thighs. "Well, partially. I was more so referring to me being all touchy. It's technically part of the job, ya know, sex for money and all that, but since you're new to this, it's worth making sure."

Logan has to think about that for a genuine minute, because he is indeed new to this, and it's making him feel weird, but he decides it's a good kind of weird.

So he nods. "Yeah. I suppose I'm comfortable with this. It's just new to me."

Remus grins, his hands sliding back up to Logan's waist and pulling him closer. "Are you comfortable with kissing, too?"

Logan's face flushes involuntarily at the question, and at the sight of Remus smirking at him with hungry eyes.

"I- well- I've never kissed anyone before."

"Virgin in all regards, huh? Don't worry, I'll teach you all there is to know. Perks of the job." Remus cups his face, his voice lowered. "Provided I have your consent, of course."

Logan gulps, his face hot, as he nods.

"Verbal consent, Lo."

"Yeah- yeah you have my consent."

Remus smiles, before leaning it fully, pressing his lips against Logan's. Logan still feels awkward, and unsure of what to do, but he guessed the best way to learn would be to just do what he thought he should.

So, he moves his own hands, which were previously laying lax in his lap, onto Remus's shoulders, and Remus grins into the kiss, before tilting his head and deepening it. His tongue slips past Logan's lips, before Logan suddenly pulls away.

"What was that?" Logan asks, before Remus has the chance to ask if he's okay.

Remus looks puzzled for a moment, before he grins. "That was french kissing, silly. Man, despite looking like a nerd, you're really clueless."

Logan frowns, which prompts Remus to kiss him yet again.

"I just don't understand this. I need to do more research on it, it seems," Logan says, mostly muttering to himself. Perhaps it would have been better if he researched kissing and sexual techniques. Maybe then he wouldn't feel so inexperienced in this situation.

However, Remus seems to disagree. "What you need," he begins, his hands on Logan's waist suddenly tightening. "Is for me to take care of you." He suddenly changes their position, pinning Logan to the couch, while Remus smirks over top of him. "Lucky for you, I'm surprisingly good at that."

Logan's face is dark red, and he's speechless yet again. But he doesn't need to talk, as Remus's lips reconnect with his, and Logan closes his eyes and lets himself relax into it. His normally stiff shoulders ease, and his arms slide back around Remus's shoulders, subconsciously pulling him closer.

Once again, Remus deepens the kiss, but this time Logan was at least expecting it. What he wasn't expecting were Remus's hands untucking his shirt and sliding up it. He shivers at Remus's hands running up his chest, before moaning when they reach his nipples.

Remus snickers, as he breaks the kiss. "Damn, you're really cute, Logan."

"Uh-huh," Logan responds, arching his chest into Remus's touch, as they pinch and twist at his nipples. "You've said that already."

"I'm gonna keep reinforcing the idea," Remus says, sticking out his tongue. Then he helps Logan take his shirt off all the way, fully exposing Logan's chest.

"Wow, you're very thin," Remus comments, hands lightly running over Logan's ribs, which were way more prominent than is healthy. "How often do you eat?"

"I'm not the best at reading social cues, but are you sure this is the best time to ask that question?"

Remus stares at him for a moment, before shrugging. "Not necessarily, but after this I'm buying us dinner."

"What?" Logan says, as he sits up slightly. "Why?"

Remus looks at him if he's stupid, before remembering that Logan is new to this. "Okay, so, this is probably not the best time to give a lesson, but sugar daddies pay their sugar babies for sex. I thought you'd at least know that."

"I did. I thought that was money."

"Well, it can just be money, but they also get paid in other things. Like jewelry and clothes, or food. Necessities and gifts."

"Oh," Logan says, as he pushes up his glasses. "I suppose that makes sense. You don't have to though."

"Don't have to do what?"

"Buy dinner."

And once again, Remus looks at him as if he's stupid. "Logan, we're literally about to have sex. This agreement - the one between daddies and babies - is we have sex and then I pay you. Me not paying you would sort of defeat the whole purpose."

Logan blinks, before just nodding. Yeah, that seems fair.

Remus seems happy the conversation is over, as his attention turns back to Logan's chest. He leans down and licks a stripe up it, an action that Logan would cringe at if he didn't find it weirdly hot.

Remus's mouth then latches onto one of his nipples, tongue messing with it, before he sucks lightly around it. Logan's hands gripped tighter at Remus's shoulders, his nails accidentally digging into his back, and he lets out a moan that makes him slap a hand over his mouth afterwards, his face dark red.

It's not his fault his body was so sensitive. Remus's touches just felt so good. And the way he was eyeing up at Logan made him flush darker.

Logan had to look away, tucking his face into the crook of his elbow as Remus moved away from his nipple and turned his attention to Logan's pants instead. He quickly makes work of unbuttoning his cheap jeans before tugging them down and tossing them to the side, hardly hesitating before pulling Logan's boxers down as well, his embarrassingly hard cock springing up at the action.

He feels strangely vulnerable under Remus, as he's now naked and on display while Remus is still fully clothed.

And Remus is eyeing up and down, licking his lips, as if Logan's his next meal.

"You sure you're okay with this?" Remus asks, and Logan gulps and nods.

"Yes, I'm sure," he says. It's for the money; that's why he took the offer in the first place, but now he found himself extremely curious about the situation he had gotten himself into.

Remus nods at his answer, reaching into the pocket of his shorts, before pulling out a small bottle and a small, square package. Noticing the curious look Logan gave the bottle, he hands it to him, before working to pull off his own clothes.

"Lube," Logan states, while reading the bottle. Unsurprisingly, he didn't learn about safe gay sex in school, because all they teach, if they teach sex at all, is straight sex.

Which is stupid, considering not everyone is straight, but whatever.

"You need it," Remus explains, pulling his shirt off. "It's to make sure you don't feel pain while I fuck you. Also to keep your asshole from tearing. It's a necessity for anal sex."

"Oh."

"Yeah," Remus hums, working to unbutton his pants. "I always carry a bottle considering some people just don't have it lying around, and nothing else should be used as a substitute."

He snickers as Logan reads over the small print over the bottle.

"Like you, for example. You look like you've never seen lube in your life."

"I haven't."

"Yeah, makes sense."

Logan hands the bottle back when Remus reaches for it, only then fully realizing that Remus was just as nude as he was.

He takes a moment to scan over Remus's body. He's thin, as Logan could tell when he first arrived, but he's also paler underneath his clothes. He has a few scars littering his chest, arms, and legs.

Logan would ask what they were from if Remus didn't immediately snicker.

"See something you like?" he asks, playfully, earning an eye-roll from Logan.

"Not necessarily."

"Ouch, you wound me, Logan."

Logan rolls his eyes again, before going back to evaluating Remus's body. Mainly, just trying to study it enough to commit it to memory, while Remus works on squirting some lube onto his fingers.

Logan's eyes shamelessly look towards Remus's cock, eyes widening slightly at the sight of it.

His own cock was a little above average, but Remus's was definitely bigger than his. That thing was going to go inside him?

The thought made Logan shiver and blush involuntarily, but Remus didn't seem to notice, instead grabbing Logan's thigh with his clean hand and lifting it up slightly.

"What are you doing?" Logan asks, still propped up on his elbows, as Remus grazes his teeth over Logan's thigh.

"I'm going to stretch you," Remus says with a hum. "Since you're new to this, and specifically a virgin, it's important to prep you before you take my big cock." It's said semi-seriously and semi-flirty, but Remus's tone is enough to make Logan go red in the face.

He himself couldn't believe he was blushing at some flirty words and a few sensual touches, but alas, he was.

"Okay?" Remus asks, drawing Logan out of his thoughts. Logan nods, before responding with "yeah, okay."

Remus smiles, before slowly easing one finger into Logan. Logan gasps at the feeling, hands grasping the stiff cushion beneath him.

It felt... weird. Not bad, but definitely strange.

Remus slowly pushes the finger in and out of him, before sliding another finger in him, scissoring him open. Remus seems pretty focused on making sure Logan's properly stretched, but he also takes the time to nip at Logan's thighs, earning a few gasps and grunts from Logan.

He'd leave a few hickeys over his body, but he wanted to make sure Logan was comfortable with sex before he did anything a bit more extreme. He'd have to ask Logan about some of his kinks and boundaries when they weren't literally about to fuck so he could plan ahead.

Remus ends up pushing a third finger in, steadily pumping them in and out of Logan, before Logan tries to roll his hips down involuntarily, feeling the urge to get more pleasure.

Remus grins at this, before pulling his fingers out, earning a whine from Logan.

Remus shushes him with a quick kiss, wiping his fingers against Logan's couch (not like Logan noticed anyway) as he quickly tears open the condom package. He doesn't break the kiss as he spreads Logan's thighs apart, one of them being smashed against the vertical cushions, and the other was practically dangling off the couch.

"You gotta relax for me, okay baby?" Remus says, voice smooth, as Remus quickly works to lube the condom up as an extra precaution, before he lines his cock up with Logan's entrance. Logan nods, not sure what he's about to feel (assuming it'll feel at least similar to Remus's fingers) so he's partially unsure of how to brace himself.

He's surprised, however, as Remus's cock slowly slides into him, and he tenses as his hands tightly grip the couch.

"You okay?" Remus asks, hands slowly massaging Logan's thighs. "You're not in any pain, right?" He sounds slightly concerned, although he really still just seems casual.

"No- no pain," Logan breathes out, biting his lip. "It's just... weird. I'm not used to it."

"You'll get used to it eventually," Remus responds, with a grin. "Provided you wanna stick with me."

Logan rolls his eyes, as this was definitely not the right time to even mention that, considering Remus's cock was halfway inside of him at this moment

Remus is still for a moment though, giving Logan a moment to adjust and to completely process what was happening.

After a minute or so, Logan finally nods his head, his body relaxing completely.

"Good?" Remus asks, his hands sliding until they reach Logan's hips. His hands grip there a bit firmer, and Logan shifts slightly, before answering "good."

Remus's hands hold tight to Logan's waist, as he manages to slide his cock in fully.

Logan lets out a whine as it's fully inside of him, his hands moving to tightly grip Remus's shoulders. Remus rubs his hips, before leaning down to kiss over Logan's collarbone.

He still wants to bite down, and he doesn't hesitate to drag his teeth over the unhealthily prominent bone, but he resists biting. For now, at least.

When Logan starts shifting a bit to get more friction, Remus smirks, and he slides his cock halfway out, before thrusting harshly back in, causing Logan to let out a high moan.

Remus's smirk grows, as Logan bites his lip, his nails digging into Remus's shoulders.

"Remus," he breathes out, head laid back against the cushions, silently begging him to do that again. He'd verbally ask himself if not for the weird feeling inside of him that sent blood rushing to his face, which provided a pretty sight for Remus.

Remus obviously understood (he'd had enough sex to understand cues), as he pulls out again, almost fully this time, before slamming back into him, causing Logan's back to arch, as he cries out Remus's name, his legs closing instinctively around Remus's waist, effectively pulling him closer.

Although, Remus didn't seem to mind that much, as he connects their lips for a messier than usual kiss, as Remus had begun thrusting into Logan at a steady, albeit slow, pace. And while it wasn't as extreme Remus could go, or wanted to go, it was a lot for Logan, especially all at once and so suddenly in his life.

But, it's not like he could exactly complain in between all the pathetic noise involuntarily spilling from his mouth. Babbles of nonsense, as his body is introduced to more and more exciting stimulation.

Then, Remus suddenly hits something inside of him that shoots pleasure up his spine, his eyes rolling back into his head as his toes curl, as he whines out Remus's name.

"That spot feel good, baby?" Remus asks him, and Logan can only nod in response, his eyes now screwed shut in pleasure as Remus continues to thrust into that spot, earning loud moans and pitiful begs from Logan.

"Fuck..." Remus mutters, his nails digging into Logan's hips, puncturing the skin slightly. Logan would complain about how the germs from Remus's hands could potentially cause the very small wounds to become infected, if he wasn't too busy drooling and moaning.

"You close, Lo?" Remus grunts out, earning a gasped out "yes!"

Remus chuckles lowly, as one of his hands releases Logan's hip and instead grabs hold of his red cock, stroking it fast and irregularly compared to his thrusts. The action had Logan moaning, before he comes across his chest with a whine of Remus's name.

Remus, however, doesn't stop the assault on his cock, continuing to stroke it and thrust into Logan mercilessly. Logan whines at the overstimulation, laying lax against the couch as he continues to let Remus please himself, before Remus's nails dig hard into him and he groans, coming into the condom.

He stays inside of Logan for a moment, both of them catching their breaths, before he pulls out, sliding the condom off and tying it shut, before he gets up to go find a trashcan to toss it in.

When he comes back to the couch, Logan's eyes are shut, glasses askew on his face.

"Logan," he says, as he grabs his clothes and starts sliding them back on, ignoring the fact he was covered in sweat and had just gotten done having sex.

He receives no answer, so he gently pokes Logan's cheek after gathering all his stuff. "Logan?"

Still nothing. He hums, before shrugging. If he was tired enough to sleep, might as well let him sleep. He did end up stalking around his small, and rather poor looking apartment though, in search of a blanket. He finds one, neatly folded on the edge of Logan's bed, and he smiles as he brings it back into the living room. He pays no mind to the fact Logan's covered in come as he drapes the blanket over him.

Then, he pulls out his wallet, and sets multiple bills on the table, placing a half-full cup of water that was sitting on the table already on top of it, to keep it in place.

Then, whistling a strangely eerie tune, he walked off, making sure to lock Logan's apartment door behind him, for Logan's sake.

And, damn, this would be one hell of a thing to wake up and remember.

 Part 2

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What You Need (Intrulogical)

Two days without eating and three without sleeping sounded like the normal schedule for college student Logan Berry. He's in class all day and works all night just to barely pay off his rent every month. Constant bills leave little room for bare necessities, and it's clear that his current lifestyle is very damaging. While looking for solutions, he comes across one that seems... mediocre at best, but he's desperate. What is this solution? A sugar daddy. Taglist: @witchesgetstitchesblog @book-limerence @romans-dull-creativity

This is part three. 

Part One

Logan doesn't answer Remus when he first wakes up.

He doesn't do much after he wakes up, actually, but eventually he has to drag himself out of bed. He shuffles to the bathroom, mostly just to check the aftereffects of sex this time.

He stands on shaky legs, tilting his head to the side and inspecting the marks that were littered over his neck. He tugged down the collar of his shirt in order to see more of them, before sighing.

They were definitely fun to receive at the time, and even now he enjoys the mere sight of them, but he doubted his boss would enjoy seeing them.

He sighs, as he trudges back to his room, quickly digging through his short stack of clothes to find material that would cover practically his entire body. After shuffling through his clothes a couple times, he finds a turtleneck. He only owns one, but he'll probably end up wearing it until the marks fade away significantly.

When he checks his phone for the time (trying to determine whether or not he needs to get dressed yet) he discovers it's two in the morning. Again, he's woken up in the middle of the night. He groans, pulling out a pair of jeans and tossing them next to his bed, before he heads back to it. As he does so, he notices cash on his night stand.

He counts through it again, before swallowing the spit in his mouth. Again, he was given more than he's ever been given at once. He quickly opens the drawer on his night stand and shoves the bills inside, deciding that he'll think about this tomorrow.

With another sigh, he takes his glasses off, setting them on his night stand, before collapsing back in bed. He rubs his face a few times, before shifting uncomfortably in bed. No matter how he laid, there was always a bit of pain.

Unfortunate, but the truth, so he just tries to get comfortable as best he can before quickly heading back to sleep.

He ends up waking up significantly later in the day, which is what he was genuinely hoping for. That, and to get a bit more rest considering he had originally woken up and still been tired.

He honestly still feels that way when he wakes up again, but he knows that if he goes back to sleep there's a chance he'll accidentally sleep through his alarm and miss work. Again.

He checks the time, and it's a little past noon, so he pulls himself out of bed. His stomach grumbles, but he ignores it momentarily in favor of filling up a glass with some water and taking a few sips. It quickly soothes his dry throat, and nullifies his hunger for a few moments, which is always a plus.

Logan carries his water back to his room, setting it on the nightstand before he changes into the clothes he tossed to the side yesterday. After that's done, he looks back to his night stand.

His eyes flicker to the drawer full of cash, and his stomach grumbles again, which causes him to groan. Stupid money making him think about purchasing legitimate necessities. He huffs slightly, grabbing his cup of water and taking a large gulp. His hunger could wait a bit longer - he just ate the other day! That was good enough.

Even though he knew it definitely wasn't, but he was still hesitant to spend any of the money due to his previous saving habits. If he didn't save, he couldn't pay the bills, and he couldn't risk getting kicked out of his apartment.

He downs the rest of his water before leaving the cup back on the table. He grabs his laptop and sets it up on his bed, before he settles back and decides to continue looking for better ways to make money.

Sure, he had a sugar daddy now, but he didn't know how reliable this was, and honestly how safe this was either.

Remus seemed nice, a bit weird, but nice, but one never knew for sure.

Logan ends up browsing the web for a while, all of that time which then proceeds to amount to nothing considering he didn't find any other better options. He sighs, as he shuts the lid of his laptop and sets it to the side.

He checks the time again, seemingly antsy to head to work, even though he has no reason to rush. He just... isn't used to having free time. He's like this every weekend.

His stomach grumbles again, and he sighs once more, before standing up. It was still a bit too early for him to head to work, but he decided he'd quell his annoying hunger. He grabs the smallest bill he can find (which ends up being a ten dollar bill that was given to him as change on his last visit) before deciding to take a trip back to that nearby fast food place.

It wasn't the one he worked at, but this one was closest to his apartment, and not out of the way of his job. After he finished eating, he could just leave and head to work. It was efficient, and planned, and the fast food scent on his clothes afterwards would blend right into the atmosphere around him anyway.

He takes the time to enjoy the walk to the fast food place. He walks a lot, considering he can't afford his own vehicle and bus tolls are worth more than he can risk. He always finds joy in walking, however, so he definitely isn't complaining.

There's a light breeze which feels good in contrast to the hot sun. He knows later it'll probably be colder, but that would be a problem for future him to deal with.

He walks into the same fast food restaurant he went to the other day, his stomach grumbling at the sheer smell of the place, and orders the same thing he did that night. It's busier than it was then, but that makes sense considering what time it currently was. He gets his and eats at the restaurant, for once, deciding he still had some time to figuratively kill before he had to work.

He sits at a table near the windows, before unwrapping his singular hamburger. He quickly takes a bite, before chewing rather slowly. The food tasted disgustingly processed, and Logan was always reminded why he disliked fast food whenever he ate it, but it tasted gourmet to his starving self, and so he let out a hum of approval as he chewed.

Light chattering, something he normally disapproved of due to the fact it was hard to understand anyone and he enjoyed understanding, made him feel a tad less lonely.

Even if none of them were directly talking to him.

He didn't need their socialization though. He talked enough with Janus in the morning and now with Remus whenever they spent time together, even if it was just for sex. It was human contact nonetheless.

Thinking about Remus now made him shift uncomfortably in his seat, fingers tugging at his turtleneck. His face was light pink, unbeknownst to him.

He quickly finishes the rest of his food, before wiping his face with a napkin. He stays seated for a while, his stomach swelling slightly at the processed food, but it was the best he could offer his body at the moment. Or, at that's what he thought, even though he could probably afford better at this point. He just hadn't eaten well in so long that he's forgotten what it's like to even get decent food.

After a few moments, though, he stands, and tosses his trash into a nearby garbage can. He checks his phone, revealing he's still got plenty of time before he has to work, before he sighs.

No rule saying he can't come in early. Besides, he could choose to walk slower than normal just to waste some more time.

That's actually what he ends up doing. He leisurely strolls to his place of work, paying no mind to the few people he passes on the sidewalk, and instead takes the time to appreciate the slowly falling sun. The sky was painted pretty hues of red and orange, and it reminds Logan how much he enjoys being outside.

Despite the annoying bugs that flitted by, Logan found there was much to adore about the outside. The breeze, the fresh air, and the way the sky looked. Dark greys, bright blues, or the midnight navy that allowed stars to shine through and the moon to illuminate the roads and buildings.

When he finally shows up to his work, he's slightly upset by having to go inside.

At least he'll get to be outside again when he walks to school in the morning.

He pulls at the collar of his turtleneck yet again, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, as he waits momentarily outside in order to take in one last breath of the fresh air. Then, he walks inside, and towards the back.

He gets a few comments towards him being there early, but he just shrugs and tells the person he's switching with that they can leave early. They don't complain, seizing the opportunity to leave earlier, while Logan immediately takes the job over.

He works efficiently, as per usual, honestly enjoying the mindlessness of working. Normally he'd prefer more complicated tasks in order to challenge his mind, but this was a nice break from school and studying (even though he admittedly enjoyed both of those as well).

Throughout the night, Logan works hard, as per usual. He's not one to slack, despite the fact it'd be reasonable for him to do so considering how much he gets paid.

When his replacement comes in, Logan lounges around for a bit, doing a bit of extra work, and nobody stops him. Occasionally he'll thumb the waistband of his pants or adjust the collar of his turtleneck, as they pressed uncomfortably over his hickeys, but otherwise he spent some time doing a bit of cleaning.

Then, he leaves with a short goodbye towards the guy who came in for the next shift, before heading to school, as he usually did.

He's there just a tad later than normal, Janus being there before him, but being the only one there. He has a beanie Logan's never seen before on his head, taking the place of his normal, worn black beanie.

This one is black as well, but clearly made of a finer material, and has a yellow, two headed snake embroidered on it.

Janus catches him staring at it, and snickers. He's not surprised; Logan has always been attentive.

"I like your beanie," Logan says, sitting down next to him. "You presumably got that over the weekend, right?"

"Right," Janus says, with a hum. He goes to say something else, before a kid walks in and calls out to Janus, momentarily distracting him. Janus turns to the other kid - some guy with dark purple hair, and the two of them start talking.

Logan turns his attention towards his bag, focusing on pulling out his materials, almost immediately tuning out the conversation Janus is having.

That class is normal, as it is every day, but after class is when Logan feels his phone buzz. He doesn't keep it on silent because he doesn't get notifications from really anything, and nobody contacts him anyway.

Startled by the sudden buzz, though, Logan pulls his own phone out, curious as to what he got a notification for.

Oh, it was Remus.

'did u make up ur mind on dinner plans??' he asks, and Logan stares at the message. He'd honestly forgotten about the fact Remus asked if he could take him out to dinner sometime.

'No,' Logan answers, as he continues walking to his next class. 'And, for the record, I'm at school.'

'lame,' comes Remus's immediate response. 'for the school part. u and i can talk about the details after school if u want ;))'

'Too sore.'

'i didnt say we had to fuck.' Remus's bluntness makes Logan flush. He'd assumed that Remus would want sex, as he had the other two times the two of them had met up. Before he can even think about the two of them just simply talking, though, Remus sends 'there are other things we can do besides sex ;)'

The implication those words held made Logan shutter in anticipation. He knows that having sex isn't the only sexual activity out there, but he honestly kept forgetting that he was in an overly sexual situation now. He was going to have to learn to do things other than just fucking (and even then, he was really just letting Remus have complete control over him, because he didn't know how to do anything else).

'wheres your school?' Remus then messages, and Logan stares at the message somewhat confused, as he sits down in the next lecture hall.

'Why?'

'gonna pick u up afterwards'

'take you back to my place'

'u dont mind right?'

Did he mind? No, actually. Logan figures he should have more caution going home with someone he hardly knows, but there was a... somewhat established working relationship between them, and those often came with a certain level of trust.

So, Logan sends the address of his school, and then pockets his phone when the professor walks in. He plans to ask what Remus drives so he can look out for his car when he arrives, but he can do that later. He'd rather not interrupt class by talking with the guy he was having sex with. School was more important to him than Remus was.

But... that didn't keep his mind from wondering what Remus could have possibly been implying.

He should definitely research a list of kinks or activities in his own time, but he doesn't really have much time to himself. Maybe he can do that this weekend, provided he doesn't get dragged somewhere else with Remus.

He could always just ask to keep the weekend to himself, but he didn't know what declining an offer from Remus would mean in terms of their working relationship. A part of him assumed Remus would want to move on if Logan wasn't always willing to satisfy his needs, despite being assured previously that he wouldn't.

However, with Logan's knowledge towards jobs, he knows that you can't really refuse to come in for work, and he applies that logic here.

He goes through the rest of the day tempted to grab his phone and question Remus on what he meant, but he doesn't want to disrespect his teachers, so he gives them his full attention and attempts not to focus on the itch to ask.

By the end of the day, he's somewhat relieved. Getting to see Remus in person means he can ask what they're going to do.

When he walks outside, he's reminded that he didn't ask Remus what his car looks like, but he quickly discovers that he didn't have to. Students were all gathered near the side of the road, most of them staying back on the grass, but some others crowding over the sidewalk.

Curious, Logan walks closer, and sees a long, black limousine, and he sighs. After a few moments of standing there, one of the doors near the back of the limo swings open, and Remus steps out. Logan would be more surprised if he didn't already know Remus was rich.

"Logan!" Remus exclaims, and the students quickly glance around to see who this "Logan" character was, but Remus quickly grabs Logan and pulls him out of the crowd.

Logan sighs. "Hi, Remus." He can hear incoherent whispers coming from the many students packed behind him, but he can't find it in him to care, too distracted by Remus grabbing his hand and pulling him to the door he stepped out of. They both climb into the car, neither Remus or Logan sparing the pack of students a second glance as Remus shuts the door behind them.

Internally, the limo is lush. The seats are comfortable and definitely high-quality. He didn't know what he expected when climbing inside, but looking around, it was a lot. He'd been walking everywhere for the past year - being unable to afford a car and too antisocial to make friends and ask for a ride, he had no other choice, but he was sure they all didn't look like this on the inside.

"Do you drink?" came Remus's voice, drawing Logan out of his thoughts. He turns to look at Remus, who's looking back at him with amusement shining in his eyes. It was clear he'd been watching Logan curiously inspect his surroundings.

After a moment of processing the question, Logan shakes his head. "I haven't before."

"I have some wine." Remus leans over Logan, a hand placed gently on the younger's waist to keep him steady, as he opens a mini-fridge. Seriously? A mini-fridge?

Remus pulls out a bottle of red wine, and swirls it around in front of Logan. The bottle's half empty, presumably because of Remus drinking it, but Logan wouldn't be surprised if he's offered other sugar babies he's been with some of it.

"Want a sip?" Remus then asks, opening the bottle with a grin. Was he planning to just drink it out of the bottle?

Logan doesn't answer. On one hand, he's never drank before, and he doesn't know how much he trusts Remus offering him alcohol, but on the other hand, it's just wine....

Logan shakes his head. "No thanks," he says, ultimately deciding he'd rather not right now. Potentially later, but that depended on how he felt then.

Remus shrugs at his answer. "Suit yourself Lo." He happily takes a long swig of the wine himself, before licking his lips and screwing the cap back on. He then casually tosses the bottle into the seat beside him, seemingly uncaring of the fact that at any sudden turn, the bottle could roll off the seat and onto the floor, promptly shattering and staining the floor of the limo.

Didn't Remus care that he'd then have to spend money getting the stain removed?

Apparently not, considering he doesn't look back at the bottle again, instead setting a hand on Logan's thigh. He rubs it soothingly, and Logan shifts every time his hand trails inwards and presses down harder. Remus's fingers rubbed against the hickeys, clearly wanting a reaction, and grinning every time Logan let out a pained whine.

Eventually, though, his hand trails further up, and Logan gasps as Remus begins palming his cock through his jeans.

Logan's face flushes almost immediately, one of his hands grabbing Remus's wrist, while the other shoots up to cover his mouth.

"Are you okay?" Remus asks, his hand not stopping. It was more so an ask to make sure he wasn't uncomfortable with what he was doing. "What's your colour?" he then adds, knowing that'd be easier to answer.

Logan responds with "green" behind his hand, and it's all the encouragement Remus needs. He doesn't hesitate with leaning over and grabbing Logan by his hips, easily pulling him off the seat and into Remus's lap. He's straddling one of Remus's thighs, and before he can even complain about the fact that this is an unsafe way to ride in a car, Remus pulls him into a kiss.

His tongue slips past Logan's lips, and one of his hands tangle in Logan's hair, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. His other hand is rubbing Logan's waist, occasionally trailing over the side of his thigh and squeezing the muscle.

When they part, Remus trails a few kisses down the side of Logan's neck, before whining as he sees the collar of the turtleneck. He pulls it down best he can, before placing a kiss to Logan's neck.

"Why'd you cover all your pretty marks?" Remus asks, voice hushed. He knows Logan wouldn't want to show them off at school, but he's still allowed to complain.

"I had to work last night," Logan answers, his voice breathy. Remus was amused at how worked up he got from just a few simple touches and a couple short kisses. "Didn't want my coworkers to see and risk losing my job."

Remus is quiet for a moment, and he pulls away from Logan's neck. "You probably don't need to keep that job. This is technically a job, and I bet it pays more."

"Are..." Logan begins, pushing away from Remus slightly. "Are you implying that I should quit?"

"Kind of," Remus admits, with a shrug. "Jobs suck anyway. Except for the fun ones where you do something you love. Like becoming an artist, or sucking dick!"

Logan stares at him blankly. "Neither of those sound like they'd pay all that well."

"Well, you can relate to the latter. Are you implying that I'm not paying you well?"

"I've never had to suck your dick before!" Logan refutes crossing his arms over his chest. "So technically I can't relate to it."

"Would you?"

"Would I what?"

Remus is grinning at him, a sparkle in his maroon eyes. "Would you suck my dick?" It's a very forward question - straight to the point and blunt. Logan is honestly thankful for that, but the question catches him off guard.

"I..." Logan trails off, lowering his head in order to watch Remus's hands untuck his shirt, sliding up his chest moments later. "I never have before," he finally responds. Remus obviously knows by now that Logan is still new to sexual things, and he figured (rightfully so) that Logan has never given head before.

"I can teach you." Remus grins at him, one of his hands sliding further up Logan's chest and thumbing over one of his nipples. "You do seem like a nerd, and they like to learn, don't they?"

"If you're referring to the stereotypical portrayal of a nerd in modern media then yes, they're passionate about learning. And while I am too, I'd hardly call myself a-" Logan's cut off with a gasp, as one of Remus's hands suddenly plants itself on his waist and pulls him forward, causing Logan's half-hard cock to grind against Remus's thigh.

He immediately attempts to hide his face in Remus's neck, hands gripping his shoulders rather tightly, earning a soft laugh from Remus.

"You're cute, Lo," he mumbles, his other hand sliding out from Logan's shirt in order to take hold of Logan's hip as well. He guides Logan's hips over his thigh, now purposely having Logan grind against him. Remus didn't seem to care they were in a car, more interested in the pretty noises that were slipping out of Logan's mouth.

After a few moments of leading Logan's hips, Logan seems eager to grind against Remus on his own, speeding up his hips as his nails dig into Remus's clothed shoulders.

With his face being buried in Remus's neck, and Remus's hands running over his body, he's reminded of the hickeys over his own body, and is suddenly filled with the urge to get some payback.

He does what Remus did, and places a few kisses along Remus's neck, before he bites down (albeit lightly) and then sucks a mark into the place.

However, he suddenly felt a hand tangle in his hair, before his head is sharply tugged back. He immediately lets out a yelp of surprise, followed by a moan, his hips rolling against Remus's thigh. His eyes are only shut for a brief moment, snapping back open to stare at Remus, and Remus is staring back at him; a mix of concern and surprise shone clear in his eyes.

"I was going to apologize for impulsively doing that without asking," he begins, as his previously surprised face relaxes into more of a grin, "but it seems like you enjoyed that. Mind if I do it again?"

Logan just stares at him for a moment, his face dark red, before shaking his head. Remus doesn't waste time, immediately pulling at Logan's hair again, tugging the strands back and exposing the upper half of his neck that had been revealed due to the collar of the turtleneck slipping down. Logan moans again, hips once again rocking against Remus's thigh in an attempt to pleasure himself more.

Remus's grin widens, before he lets go of Logan's hair altogether. His hands come back to rest against Logan's hips, stilling his movements all together. Before Logan even has time to complain about it, the car stops.

The door is opened for them, someone clearing their throat outside. Remus kisses the side of Logan's head, before gently moving him off his lap, and getting out of the car. He briefly chats with someone outside, before leaning down and looking back into the car, tilting his head as he looks at Logan.

Logan knows he expects him to get out too, but his thighs squeeze tight together at the implication of having to get out and allow someone else to see how aroused he is.

Admittedly, he isn't ashamed that he's hard. A lot of people get turned on, and he's one of them. The issue is the idea of someone else seeing how turned on he, and more so the fact that the idea of that happening excites him.

Seeing Logan hesitate, Remus sighs, and turns back to the person outside the car door. After a few more words being exchanged between the two of them, Remus turns back to Logan.

"I asked him to leave," Remus says, holding his arms out. Logan waits a few more seconds, before awkwardly shuffling out of the car, only to be immediately swept up by Remus. A steady arm was wrapped around his waist, keeping him in place, although he kept his legs wrapped tightly around Remus for extra measure. Remus's free arm shut the door, before he turned to grin at Logan.

With the way he was being carried, his hard-on was being pressed against Remus's chest, effectively hiding it, and provided him a little bit of friction in the process. He attempts to subtly grind against him, desperate for his pleasure to continue, before he's distracted by Remus opening his front door.

He's carried inside, and immediately feels small compared to just the entryway of the house. The entrance was lined with pictures of a formally dressed man and a woman, neither of which looked that happy. The walls were a dark red, accented with gold and silver. The ceilings were high, with expensive lights brightly shining down onto the dark, wooden floor.

Remus doesn't set him down as he hums a low tune, carrying him past large room after large room, until eventually he heads up a flight of stairs. He walks down a hall lined with patterned dark green wallpaper, and near the end of it, Remus opens a door.

Logan's tossed onto a big bed moments later, squinting in an attempt to look through the dark room. After a moment, Remus flips on a light, and the room is lit up. Logan realizes it's giant. He'd hardly be exaggerating if he said this sole room was as big as Logan's entire apartment.

The bed Logan's on is about the size of a king, and the frame is made with dark wood. It's a canopy bed, but the fabric that normally would drape over the sides had been ripped up, as if by a cat.

Over the walls were a variety of paintings, some were weird and abstract, and others were very clearly porn, but the one that caught Logan's attention was one that was framed next to the door Remus walked through. The frame was black, and the picture appeared to have been painted. It looked like Remus, but a couple years younger. It had also been very clearly vandalized with marker, over-exaggerated eyebrows tilted forward to indicate an angry face, while a mustache and beard had been scribbled on. Logan momentarily wondered if beneath the marker, Remus had any hair on his upper lip at all.

"Is this your room?" Logan asks, and is met with Remus's eager nodding.

"Yes! It is," Remus responds, with a hum, as he casually jumps into bed next to Logan. "This is actually my whole wing of the house."

"You have a whole wing?"

"Mhmm!" Remus rolls over Logan, his forearms on either side of Logan's head, and Logan can't help flushing at the position. He presses his thighs together, reminding himself that he's still very hard. "My brother has the east wing, and my parents share the north wing."

"You have a brother?"

"I do," Remus responds, one of his hands moving down to gently cup Logan's face. "He's out with his own sugar baby at the moment."

"He also has a sugar baby...?"

"We have a lot of money to spare." Remus's hand trails down lower, tracing down his jaw and over his neck, pulling down the collar of the turtleneck as much as he could to expose Logan's neck. "And a lot of urges that need to be satisfied."

Yeah, that made sense.

Remus's hands run under his shirt, before pulling it off of Logan. When he goes to pull off Logan's jeans, Logan says "yellow." He had memorized the colour system, knowing that Remus found it important, and he himself knowing that it was for the best he knew it too.

Remus stops immediately, looking at Logan with a raised eyebrow. "Are you okay?"

Logan shakes his head. "Just confused. I said I didn't want to have sex."

Remus smiles at him, genuine. "And I said there were other sexual activities we can do besides sex. I just figured you'd want to get undressed considering you don't have an extra pair of clothes here and would preferably not want to ruin these."

"That's... smart," Logan responds, propping himself onto his elbows. Remus can't help staring at the pretty bites and hickeys covering Logan's neck and shoulders. "But what else were you thinking?"

Remus's fingers slide under the waistband of Logan's pants, not making any move to pull them off, but just teasing the idea. "What I mentioned in the car." Ironic That Remus would diminish the reputation of a limousine by referring to it as just a car, but that was beside the point.

"Do you mean sucking your-" his face flushes and he cuts himself off before he finishes, clearing his throat and looking away. "I suppose that isn't sex. But I still don't know how to do it."

"Oh, I can show you!" Remus says, pressing a quick kiss to Logan's lips. "That's what I planned on doing, silly. You think I'm just going to have you blow me and not do anything to ease the boner you've had since we've been in the car?" Remus snickers as Logan's eyebrows furrow, no doubt flustered at the fact he had in fact been hard the whole ride to Remus's house.

Logan doesn't answer, just shifting slightly on Remus's bed, and Remus grins in response.

"So... can I take your pants off now?" he asks, lightly tugging on the waistband of Logan's jeans. Logan mutters out a "sure," and Remus is quick to pull them down, taking Logan's boxers down with it. He tosses those clothes to the side as well, instead spreading Logan's legs apart. Logan watches him with rapt attention, figuring that the best way to learn how to do this was to watch Remus.

Remus spends some time kissing over Logan's thighs, teasingly tonguing over some of the hickeys he'd left over Logan's thighs, and earning soft gasps and short grunts, occasionally moving his thighs away when Remus would nip over at the marks.

"Baby," Remus says, voice soft. The tone of his voice made Logan sigh almost involuntarily.

"Yes?"

"Can you beg for me?"

Logan would be more flustered at the question if he understood why Remus was asking. "Why?" he asks, genuinely confused as to why Remus was asking him to beg for something Remus was going to give him anyway.

"Because it's hot," Remus replies, grinning. "Now come on, baby! Beg for me. Beg for my mouth around your leaking cock."

Logan's face heats up just at Remus's words, but also due to the fact he didn't know how to properly beg. He understood the concept, of course, but knowing how to do something and actually doing it are two different things.

"Uh.... please put your mouth around my leaking cock...?"

Remus snickers. "You'll get better at that the more you do it," Remus says, one of his hands coming to lightly stroke Logan's cock, earning a soft whine. "So... you'll get better at it soon. Maybe you'll even start begging on your own! Boy, that'd be a hot and pathetic sight."

While he fantasizes about their supposed future, his hand speeds up on Logan's cock. His rambling is ultimately cut off, however, when Logan's hips buck suddenly, drawing Remus back to the present.

He slides his hand down to the base of Logan's cock, before leaving it there, earning a whine from Logan.

Moments later, though, Remus's mouth envelops the tip of Logan's cock, his tongue running over the slit and licking up the precum leaking out. Logan throws his head back in a moan at the new, weird feeling.

He had to remember to watch Remus to learn what he was doing, and Remus was looking back at him, eyes shining with amusement, seemingly drinking in Logan's reaction.

Popping off Logan's cock momentarily, Remus grins. "You don't actually blow during a blowjob," he says, as if he's genuinely teaching Logan something. "If it's not apparent, you suck. Or have your jaw go slack so someone can fuck your face with minimal resistance."

"Oh..." Logan says, somewhat understanding what Remus was saying. Noticing Logan's hesitation, Remus snickers.

"Don't worry baby," Remus says, before winking. "You'll have plenty of time to experience it all, and I'm more than willing to indulge you in doing so."

Before Logan can respond, Remus's mouth is back on his cock, tongue licking over his shaft, before he takes the head back into his mouth, humming around it as if it was delicious. Honestly, Remus seemed to think so, somewhat pleased himself just from barely sucking Logan off.

He was giving Logan the impression that giving blowjobs pleased both sides, and Logan supposed that if someone was really into giving head, then that would probably be the case.

Remus's head bobs down further, swallowing around Logan's cock. Logan moans, tempted to just lay back and allow Remus to do what he pleased, but he was dead set on watching and learning through viewing.

After bobbing his head, Remus suddenly deep throats Logan's whole cock, tonguing around the shift and humming in order to keep from gagging (which Remus honestly didn't even need to do, but he knew it felt good), which in turn sent pleasant vibrations up Logan's cock and draws a pathetic moan from him.

"Remus-" Logan whines, bucking his hips up into Remus's mouth, and flushing at the fact Remus seemed to moan at the action.

It felt so strange and so new, and Remus was eagerly bobbing his head and moaning around his cock, eliciting more pathetic moans from him.

After he got over the initial feeling of it being new and strange, he actually really liked it. His hands were twisting into Remus's high-quality bed sheets, unsure of what to do with them other than that, while Remus's hands kept his thighs spread apart in order to have better access to Logan's cock.

Logan doesn't try to keep his hips from bucking, and Remus encourages it with the moans he lets out every time Logan does so, before eventually Logan gasps out "close!"

Remus would grin if his mouth wasn't preoccupied, and ends up focusing his mouth on the head of Logan's cock, licking over his slit and sucking around it, while one of his hands comes to quickly stroke Logan's shaft. Logan's back arches as he comes, letting out a lewd moan of Remus's name.

Logan's breathing heavily, and he watches as Remus pulls off his cock and swallows Logan's come, licking his lips afterwards to make sure he got it all, causing Logan to flush involuntarily (as if his cheeks weren't already red).

"Feel good, baby?" Remus then asks, not actually expecting an answer as he pulls Logan closer by his waist, before pulling him into a kiss that Logan couldn't help cringe at. It was rather unhygienic, but there was something weirdly hot about tasting his own semen on Remus's lips.

After they pull away, Logan can see that Remus is clearly hard. He didn't know why, considering he didn't derive any sort of friction while sucking Logan off, but he seemed to enjoy it nonetheless. Logan was somewhat flattered that Remus got that worked up over sucking him off.

But, Logan knew what was going to happen next the moment Remus shifted on the bed.

"Think you know what to do?" Remus questions, as he spreads his own legs, keeping one hand cupping Logan's cheek, while another works to unbutton his old, seemingly worn shorts.

Logan stares as Remus pulls out his cock, and doesn't bother to get undressed aside from that, leaving Logan to feel weirdly exposed, although he definitely isn't complaining.

He clears his throat, before answering "yeah. I'm sure I can do at least a decent job." He'd watched Remus do it; how hard could it be?

Remus slowly strokes his own cock, his hand on Logan's cheek moving back to Logan's hair and giving it a teasing tug that makes Logan gasp.

"Do I have permission to tug on your hair while you blow me, baby?" Remus asks, thinking back on how Logan reacted in the car. He'd been tempted to pull on his hair since then, but he had to make sure Logan was completely comfortable with him doing so.

Logan doesn't have to think about that question for too long, instead just nodding. Remus raises an eyebrow at him, so Logan swallows the spit in his mouth before verbally responding with "yes, you have permission." Remus smiles at that, tugging teasingly on Logan's hair almost immediately.

"Okay, great," Remus responds. "Now, if you want to stop and you can't pull off, tap me three times. Okay?" His voice was serious, as it was the other times he'd instructed Logan on what to do if he was ever uncomfortable.

"Okay," Logan responds, verbalizing that he understood. Remus immediately softens, smiling down at him, before running his fingers through Logan's hair.

"Good boy."

Logan shifts excitedly at the praise, before adjusting his position altogether, awkwardly getting onto his knees, before bending forward. One of his hands rests against one of Remus's thighs, while the other takes over stroking Remus's cock. He's somewhat unsure of his movements, but Remus leans back, staring at Logan with a smile that does quite a bit to encourage him.

Filled with newfound determination, and a desire to attain a new experience, Logan leans forward and reluctantly licks up Remus's cock, Remus's hand tightening in his hair at the action.

Taking that as a good sign, Logan takes a deep breath, before taking the head of Remus's cock into his mouth. Remus moans quietly, which is a sound Logan finds himself liking far too much, as he sucks on Remus's cock.

He pulls off after a moment, shifting slightly on the bed, before re-wrapping his lips around Remus's cock, this time swallowing around it as he tries to take in more.

It feels weird taking something into his throat that he wasn't planning on chewing up, but this did weirdly excite him.

He takes Remus's cock deeper into his mouth, earning a low groan, before he gags around Remus's cock. Instinctively, he goes to pull away, but Remus's hand in his hair keeps him in place.

"You okay?" Remus asks, despite the fact he was keeping Logan from answering. "Remember to tap me if you need to pull off. Otherwise, I'd prefer to have your throat constricting around my cock."

Logan moans at that, which in turn causes Remus to curse under his breath, and tug a bit harder at Logan's hair. Waiting a few seconds to make sure Logan doesn't tap out, before Remus slowly pushes his head farther down.

And Logan can see why Remus likes this so much. He's forced further down, attempting to swallow and tongue around Remus's cock as much as he can. Remus made it seem so easy, and yet Logan was struggling to get used to his throat squeezing around Remus's cock and the precum dripping down his throat.

Eventually, his nose hits Remus's skin, and Remus coos at him. "What a good boy," he says, gently combing through Logan's hair. "You're doing so good, taking my cock so well. You look so cute like this, you know. Gagging around me. Is my cock really that big?"

Logan can't do much aside from moan, so that's what he does, earning a swift tug to his hair in response.

His thighs are pressed together in a meek attempt to keep himself from getting hard from this. He wasn't even receiving much pleasure (aside from his hair being pulled, which sent blood rushing straight to his cock), so he didn't know why this aroused him so much, but apparently it did.

And Remus seemed to know that.

"Awww, does this turn you on?" Remus asks, although it's not meant to be much of a question. "If it excites you this much then I'll have to start having you suck me more often. It'll be more practice for you anyway."

Logan isn't too opposed to the idea himself, and he swallows around Remus's cock, before raising his head slightly, mimicking what Remus was doing earlier. He slides up to the tip, before slowly lowering his head back down, gagging yet again, but forcing himself to go back to the base regardless.

When he brings his head up again, he remembers that Remus hummed. He seemed to take in Logan's whole cock effortlessly. Perhaps the two things were related...?

Deciding to test out this theory, Logan hums as he sinks down again, Remus tightening his hand in Logan's hair due to the pleasant vibrations being sent up his cock. And Logan finds that his theory was correct, as he doesn't gag while deep throating Remus's cock this time.

"Fuck, baby," Remus groans out, as he pulls Logan's head up by his hair, before bucking his hips into Logan's throat, Logan's thighs squeezing tighter at the action. "Such a good mouth. I'm going to have fun using it over and over again." Logan moans at his words, tears pricking his eyes as Remus's cock repeatedly hits the back of his throat.

He hadn't assumed Remus was going to fuck his throat on the first time he gave head, but he definitely wasn't complaining. Remus especially seemed like he was enjoying this, which filled Logan with a weird sense of pride knowing that he was doing a good job (even if all he was doing at the moment was moaning around Remus's cock).

Remus's hips stutter, before Logan's suddenly shoved all the way back down his cock, Remus coming down his throat.

He lets go of Logan as he chokes on the come, allowing Logan to pull his head away from Remus's cock, while Remus himself gets off the bed and heads to a room off to the side. Logan does what he saw Remus do earlier, and swallows the bitter liquid, although quite a bit of it drips down his chin. He coughs afterwards, swallowing again in an attempt to clear the ache in his throat from choking.

Before he can even wipe the semen from his chin, Remus is doing it for him, using a washrag he presumably grabbed from the side room. Afterwards, he tells Logan he'll be right back, before he leaves the room.

Logan swallows again, before scooting to the edge of the bed and grabbing his clothes, pulling them back on. He was thankful they didn't get dirty, despite the fact he'd smell like sweat until he showered tonight.

Remus comes back moments later, holding a water bottle. He seems slightly displeased to see Logan clothed, but he doesn't verbally express it.

He hands Logan the water bottle. "Drink up," he says, with a hum, as Logan hurries to get the cap off and down the beverage. It did wonders to cool him down, as well as wash the unpleasant taste from his mouth.

Swishing some of the water around in his mouth, he hands the bottle back to Remus.

"Have you eaten today?" comes Remus's next question, and Logan doesn't have to think much about it, before answering "no."

"So...." Remus then begins, and Logan sighs, already knowing where this conversation is going. "Does that mean you'll let me take you out to dinner?"

Logan can't do much other than awkwardly sit there, attempting to sort through his feelings in order to come up with a clear answer. Remus doesn't push it more than that, waiting patiently for Remus to answer on his own.

After a few minutes though, Logan shakes his head. "No," he says, brushing some of his hair out of his eyes. Remus seems somewhat surprised by the answer, letting out a small "oh," in response.

Then, there's silence.

Neither of them like it very much, but there's not really much else to do here. That is, until Logan clears his throat again.

"Uh, thanks for picking me up, I guess?" he says, rubbing the back of his neck. "Do you mind taking me home now?" Remus did give him a ride here, and it seemed like their entire interaction was finished for the day. He went to school, went to Remus's, and will go home with presumably more money.

"Do you want to go home?" Remus responds. "I was honestly hoping you'd stay a little longer. My brother will be busy all day, so the house is free. Aside from the maids."

Maids. Of course Remus could afford maids. Despite the fact it was clear Remus had a surplus amount of money, he still found himself incredibly surprised by every new thing Remus revealed to him.

"I don't really know how to 'hang' with people... you know?" Logan replies with another shrug.

Remus stares at him for a moment, before grinning, slinging an arm around his shoulders. "I'll teach you that too, then!" he exclaims, overly cheery. "Plus, I can order us dinner that way. Then you don't have to go out."

That wasn't Logan's issue with getting dinner, but he has to admit, the idea of eating made his stomach growl. Remus grins at the noise, playfully teasing "your stomach seems to like the idea," which earns him a glare from Remus.

"My stomach can't think for itself, seeing as it's an internal organ," Logan responds, before sighing. "Fine. As long as you can take me to work later."

"You are at work."

"My actual job," Logan counters. "I have to work tonight, and I have school tomorrow."

"Ugh, school," Remus groans. "But whatever. I promise I'll do what I can, so long as you remind me, because honestly I will probably forget." Logan can't help snorting at that, and Remus smiles in response.

Well, it wasn't exactly the night he wanted to have with Logan, genuinely hoping he could convince Logan to eat more, but perhaps ordering take out was fine too. At least he'd get to see that Logan was eating something.

And Logan wasn't entirely against the idea. He just hoped that things wouldn't be too awkward between them, and that the night would go... at least somewhat smoothly.

#intrulogical #intrulogical sugar daddy au #sanders sides #thomas sanders #sanders sides smut #intrulogical smut #logan sanders #remus sanders #ts logan #ts remus #agp fic

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Nobody is even considering that the sugar baby could be Patton or Virgil (Honestly hopping for Patton since I'm a sucker for Royality)

SERIOUSLY YALL ARE MISSING THE FACT THERE ARE TWO CHARACTERS THAT HAVENT EVEN BEEN MENTIONED AT THIS POINT

this does raise a funny joke tho bc in my ao3 comments, people have sort of headcanoned that virgil is pattons sugar baby and patton works for the mafia?? or is like an ex member which is why hes rich, and hes super protective, and basically they wrote like a whole mafia subplot and it was great

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while i work on the next chapter of what you need, does anybody have any questions/comments about the story thus far? also i will not be spoiling plot so you mfs will only get vague answers if you ask

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Theory for the Sugar Baby Story: Janus is obviously Roman's sugar baby (and I can't wait for that reveal 😜) 💖💛

oh, to say you might be disappointed is an understatement or an overstatement or a completely absurd statement im making for the sake of keeping an aura of mystery ;)

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i don't have a question about the sugar baby story, I just want to tell you that I LOVE IT IT'S SO GOOD THANK YOU FOR WRITING PAL

BVBHJK< THANK YOU

i think i put the most of my effort into it, mostly because ive had an issue committing to stories in the past, so ive been working to make sure that doesnt happen here, because i really want to continue it and the support ive been getting is incredible

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Well, I'm pretty sure Janus is someone's sugar baby, even if it's not Roman, I don't mind 😉

bro what if janus stole the gucci

mf would. he would. hed steal that shit so fast and he wouldnt bat an eye. hed singlehandedly destroy the capitalist market because fuck the government

he doesnt have to be a sugar baby... but it sure would be fun if he was ;)

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oml your Intrulogical What You Need fic is so, so good

as always, you should write whatever you want

and if you chose to write more of that story... oh you would make your readers so very happy!

the passive aggressive-ness dripping from this post is fucking amazing /srs

anyway im smiling like a dork because the way you worded this is just. amazing. but the next chapter is actually all planned out. issue is i lost like thousands of words when my wattpad account got purged so ive had a lot of struggle getting the energy to restart the chapter

... if anyone has NON-SPOILER questions about the story tho id be happy to answer them while the next chapter is in the works

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I just read your whole intrulogical sugar daddy AU and I’m OBSESSSEDDDDDD. I love the implication that Roman is Janus’ sugar daddy. Would you ever consider writing a chapter/interlude focusing on them 🥺

while im neither confirming nor denying that janus even has a sugar daddy, know that the story will really only follow logans experiences, although hell learn about both of those characters through interactions and theyll change the way they act as the story progresses too.

i probably wont do a chapter solely focusing on them or their sugar baby/sugar daddy (again, neither confirming nor denying roceit to be canon in this story) to be a part of the main book series, but maybe ill make a smutshot or something down the line that takes place in the same universe. who know, though

#intrulogical #intrulogical sugar daddy au ask #roceit isnt canon at this point in the story guys smh #i know yall want it #but will yall get it? #sanders sides #sanders sides fic