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What You Need

Synopsis: 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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Part Eight

Masterlist

"Damn, Logan... are these the hibachi leftovers from two weeks ago?" Remus asks. He's not trying to be insensitive - he sounds more like he's in disbelief - but his comment has Logan nervously rubbing his arm.

"It was a lot of food," Logan mumbles.

Remus grabs the styrofoam box and pulls it out of the fridge, much to Logan's dismay. Before Logan can ask him to put it back, Remus is opening the box, and looks immediately disappointed to see there's a little less than half left.

Looking between Logan and the box, the questions start.

"Did you not like it?"

Logan stands up from his couch. "No, no. It's not that. It was really good."

"Did it not taste good reheated?"

"Remus-" Logan sounds a bit more tense. "Remus, it's fine. I just... haven't been that hungry."

Remus rolls his eyes, clearly not believing Logan's desperate defense. Keeping Logan's food on the counter, Remus looks through Logan's empty freezer, then digs through his bare cupboards, and looks more and more annoyed with each barren space he discovers. Empty.

"Logan," Remus begins, voice firm, but softens when he sees Logan staring at him, visibly uncomfortable. Sighing, Remus repeats "Logan," but a bit quieter this time.

"I know," Logan mumbles. "I know. It's probably gone bad by now. But it's... but it's good, and I felt bad eating it all at once." Stepping towards Remus, Logan gently grabs Remus's arm and pulls him a few paces away from the kitchen.

Remus lets himself be brought back to the couch. "How much have you been eating daily?"

"About a bite," Logan admits, but rushes to explain "it was good, but it was expensive. The idea of eating all of it at once after you paid so much made me feel... weird."

"You don't have any other food."

Logan chews on his bottom lip. "My work gives me food sometimes. And Janus occasionally cooks."

Remus stares at Logan in an indecipherable way. Logan would assume it's a look of judgement, but his eyes are too empty of any emotions to be judgement. Not a raised eyebrow, no thinly pressed lips. Just a stare. As if he's studying Logan.

But a few moments later, Remus's bottom lip is jutting out in a dramatic pout.

"If you don't eat, then you won't gain any weight," Remus complains, as he reaches to grab Logan. In one swift movement, he's pushing Logan down against his couch and nuzzling his head into Logan's midsection. "And then I won't get a free, easy-access pillow!"

Remus's hands squeeze Logan's hips, thumbing firmly over Logan's hip bones, while the side of Remus's face presses against Logan's stomach. When Logan's stomach growls, it makes Logan flush in humiliation, while Remus just gives Logan a disheartened look that quickly morphs into a smug smile.

"Sounds to me like you're hungry," Remus teases in a sing-song manner.

Logan slowly wraps his arms around Remus's shoulders, sliding his fingers through Remus's thin hair. It's knotted, but is brushed apart by his petting. "I am. But that isn't really a big surprise to either of us."

Remus's eyes flutter shut. "I guess not. You could reheat your leftovers, though."

Logan glances towards the counter, staring at the white box sitting atop them. What he ought to do is put it back in the fridge, and continue the trend of taking a singular cold bite per day. But he doesn't know how much longer he can do that before he manages to get food poisoning, or before his stomach begins to eat itself out of starvation. He was really hungry, but he'd been working less in order to see Remus more. Which meant less free meals from work, and more money in his drawer that Logan felt sick whenever he looked at it.

He wasn't used to having so much money at once, and while it is nice for rent, he just feels so strange and guilty at the idea of using it for anything else, including food.

Besides, he doesn't have a car. He'd have to walk all the way to the store and all the way back with an armful of groceries, which he doesn't think would be very fun while hungry.

"I can't," Logan eventually murmurs in reply. "You're laying on top of me."

Remus snickers, before suddenly he's pulling away and sliding off the couch. Logan goes to huff and complain, only to be grabbed and hoisted up before he can, slung over Remus's shoulder and carried the short distance back into Logan's open kitchen.

"Remus-" Logan begins, though he's unable to suppress a laugh. "Remus, you're being dramatic. I could have just stood up."

Remus's big hand promptly slaps Logan's ass at the comment, making Logan yelp and flush.

"I like holding you," Remus replies, groping shamelessly over Logan's rear. "Especially like this. I get a good view, you probably get a good view."

As though encouraged, Logan's eyes sneak towards Remus's ass, but there isn't much there but ill-fitting, tie-dye shorts that reveal hairy, pale thighs. If it weren't for the studded belt wrapped around Remus's waist, Logan's sure Remus's pants would fall right off his body.

"Yeah, no," Logan replies, but that just has Remus gasping in mock offense before setting Logan on the counter. His hands linger around Logan's waist, before slowly pulling away as he reaches for the hibachi leftovers instead.

"Did you know that most foods - especially soups - are said to taste better after they've been in the fridge for a night?" Remus says, as he casually pushes the styrofoam box into the microwave. "Even chefs claim that it's because the food is given an opportunity to marinate and mix with the other flavors. I personally think it's because of extreme bacterial growth that's invisible to the naked eye, but I'm not a cooking expert."

Logan snickers. "I don't think that's how bacteria works."

Remus leans closer to Logan, grinning happily. He hadn't shaved in a while, giving his mustache and stubble an opportunity to grow out, and a few stray hairs stretch over Remus's lips. "There's bacteria on everything," Remus argues, smiling wide, "who says there isn't some form of bacteria that makes food taste extra good after a night of chillin'?"

Despite rolling his eyes, Logan's lips are stretched into an amused grin, though it falters when his microwave beeps.

Remus turns away from him in order to grab the leftovers, and then digs through Logan's drawers to find a fork, and carries the box to Logan's coffee table. He pokes and stirs the food around with his fork, letting Logan observe the steam wafting off of it as he scoots off the counter and makes his way to Remus, who's pulling Logan into his lap as soon as Logan's within arm's reach.

Then, Remus is twirling up some noodles with the fork, blowing on it, and guiding it towards Logan's lips, who parts his mouth and allows the food to be pushed against his tongue. It tastes just as good as it did the night they all went out for hibachi.

Logan's eyes flutter shut, before snapping back open as another scoop is being pressed against his lips before he's even finished swallowing what was already being mashed between his teeth.

As Logan bites some veggies off the fork, he mumbles "slow down."

Remus pouts dramatically, before smiling once more. "Sorry," he apologizes, but he doesn't mean it in the slightest. "I just like it when you eat. Do you think if we see each other long enough you'll begin to get a nice, thick stomach for me? Don't get me wrong; a body is a body is a body that's fun to fuck, but you'd look like... ten times hotter if you weren't about to die of starvation."

Logan swallows. "I only understood about half of that."

Remus shrugs, and Logan watches some more of his rations being forked away from his leftovers and fed into his mouth.

As a bit of soy sauce dribbles down his chin, Remus shamelessly leans forward to lick it away, before tonguing over Logan's mouth, and effortlessly inside of it as Logan hurries to gulp down his food and part his lips.

With the styrofoam box being crushed between them, Remus is pushing himself against Logan, rubbing their chests together as he kisses Logan messily. He's so firm with the way his tongue licks into Logan's mouth that Logan's sure Remus can taste the food he'd just eaten. As Remus's knee grinds into the box and almost topples it off the couch, Logan pulls away.

"Remus!" Logan breathily exclaims, having to push Remus back slightly in order to save the leftovers, which are teetering on the edge of the cushions.

Remus lets him grab the box, and set it on the coffee table, before Remus is grabbing Logan's hand and pressing it to the couch beneath him.

"I want you," Remus breathes, making Logan flush a dark red. "It feels so good getting to kiss you. I haven't gotten to kiss you since we went out to dinner."

"That was just a couple weeks ago," Logan mumbles. "I've been busy."

"I've been desperate."

Logan tries to hold eye contact with Remus, but eventually breaks it by turning his head to the side. Remus stares at him with such intensity; Logan doesn't know how to process it.

Remus continues to hold him against the cushions, before backing off a bit. He whistles a short tune.

"You should finish eating," he says, kicking his feet up on Logan's table, with his soles thudding loudly near Logan's leftovers. "Then afterwards, I can take you back to my place. I have some stuff for you."

"For me?"

Remus's eyes twinkle with excitement. "It'll benefit both of us, really, but they are gifts to you."

As Logan scoops the box back into his hands, and begins eating the cooling food, he can feel Remus watching him. It's not judgemental; Remus was anything but judgemental, but Logan can tell he's itching to ask a question. When Logan finally spares him a glance, he sees Remus scratching his stubble, and smiling when Logan catches his eye.

He decides to seize his opportunity to shoot once he has Logan's attention.

"Where's your collar?"

Logan chokes on a stray piece of shrimp, and has to hit his chest in order to dislodge it. Remus laughs outright at the display, before leaning against the back of the couch, turned sultrily towards Logan. He's expecting an answer.

Gulping, Logan stabs his fork into his food, messing with it. He's visibly embarrassed, though he tries to keep his voice steady in order to avoid showing it. "I have school and stuff..." Logan answers, as his prongs poke stray pieces of rice. "And work. I can't wear it constantly."

"You could wear it now."

Logan, red in the face, takes another bite of his dwindling food.

"You could wear it to my house."

Logan doesn't even realize he's sped up his eating; gone are his desires to savor the expensive meal, having been replaced with intense curiosity and need. He doesn't realize, but Remus does, and watches with half-lidded eyes and cheeky smile as Logan scrapes the last of his hibachi down his throat.

Logan then turns to Remus expectantly, and is quick to stand up and toss the styrofoam into his trash at Remus's simple command of "go grab your collar."

He shuffles into his room, thumbing through his drawers as though he doesn't know exactly where his collar is. His heart is beating faster as he nears his nightstand, and he already feels himself sweating as he pulls it open to see the collar buried underneath the loose cash. Logan brushes the bills away and grabs the accessory, clicking it around his neck with clammy hands, and then giving it a slight tug, having to bite his lip in embarrassment immediately afterwards.

As he makes his way back out into the main room, he sees Remus has stood from the settee and is swinging car keys around his index finger. He wolf-whistles at Logan.

"Fuck. You're hot!"

Logan shrugs off the compliment, ignoring the way he stands a little taller at the appraisal. "I look the same as I always do."

"Nah. Now you look like you're mine." Remus slots his arm around Logan's waist, and Logan subconsciously moves closer to Remus, nestled against his slide.

When they get outside, however, Logan raises an eyebrow, even slowing his gait when Remus leads him to a sleek Rolls-Royce Sweptail. In Logan's opinion, it's not the most attractive looking car, but he knows it's an expensive one. Though when Remus unlocks it, Logan finally pulls away from him.

"Since when did you learn how to drive a car?" he asks, used to the limo and chauffeur Remus was typically accompanied by.

Remus gives Logan a funny look. "Well, I've been driving since I was like fourteen, but I got my license six years ago. So... I learned a while ago." Playfully winking, Remus adds "I learned how to drive the motorcycle first though."

"What about the limo?" Logan inquires, as Remus leads him around the car and pulls open the passenger side for him. Remus gets in the driver's side, before starting the car.

"It's at the house," Remus responds, shrugging. "My chauffeur needs days off, too. And it'd be weird to have him drive me here just to sit out in the car and bake in the heat. Unless you were planning to welcome him inside as well."

Logan rubs his hands uncomfortably against his thighs. He mumbles "that makes sense," but nothing else as Remus pulls his car away from the curb. Suddenly the collar around Logan's neck feels like it's suffocating him, and he slides his pointer and his middle finger between it and his throat in an attempt to give himself some space to breathe. In his peripheral, he sees Remus glance at him, before he feels Remus's hand stretching over the center console in order to grab Logan's hand.

Momentarily pulling his other hand from the steering wheel, Remus cracks every window, filling the car with fresh air. He squeezes Logan's palm as he slows at a red light.

"You okay?"

Logan turns to look at Remus, and lets out a breath previously caught in his throat. Remus looks normal. Remus looks neutral. Remus squeezes his hand again, and this time Logan squeezes back, sucking in a mouthful of cool wind and exhaling slowly.

"I'm okay." Logan shifts in his seat, and can't help but breathe in deeply when Remus's hand slides shamelessly down to his thigh. "I didn't mean to imply that..." Logan's struggles to find a way to phrase his accidental implication - he had just been asking a genuine question, albeit one that had a logical answer if he were to think about it for more than a few seconds - but Remus is shaking his head almost immediately, not giving Logan the opportunity to finish his apology.

"It's fine," Remus says, with a shrug. "I didn't think you were being an ass or anything, if that's what you're worried about." As Remus makes a turn, he looks over at Logan, and studies his face for a moment. "I've just been around people who don't seem to think that people like my chauffeur are people though. I know that's not what you meant, but it's what it reminded me of."

Logan nods. "That makes sense. Thank you for explaining."

Again, Remus stares at him. This time, the silence between them lasts longer, before Remus smiles, squeezing Logan's thigh. "You're weird, Logan," he proclaims, though his words sound sickeningly endearing.

Logan doesn't know how to respond, but can't repress a rather pleased smile that spreads across his face at the comment.

As they pull into Remus's house, they both get out and head inside. Remus's house is big, and yet as Logan steps inside he can already tell it's empty. It just feels empty.

"Janus and Roman not here?"

"Roman's out. I don't know if Janus is with him or not."

Remus's hand slings around Logan's waist and guides him up to Remus's room, seemingly bouncing with every step. Logan could guess why. This wasn't the first time Remus had claimed to have gifts for him, and Logan's fingers run over his collar as a reminder of what those gifts typically entailed.

Remus guides Logan to his bed once they're in his room, and kicks his door shut behind him. As Logan pulls himself onto the mattress, Remus heads to his closet, and pulls out a bag, full of tissue paper and everything. He drops the bag onto Logan's lap, and then cuddles up to his side, settling his chin on Logan's shoulder as Logan holds the bag on his thighs.

"You seem more excited than I am," Logan murmurs, which has Remus snickering softly.

The tissue paper crinkles as Logan's fingers pry into the bag, pulling it out and handing the filler to Remus who carelessly tosses it onto the floor, until Logan pulls out a new long leash, decorated to match his collar. He drapes it over his fingers, and then looks at Remus, admittedly a bit confused. He already has a leash after all.

But Remus - ever helpful - takes the leash from Logan's hands and immediately clips it to Logan's collar, tugging on it and making Logan choke briefly.

Flushing dark red, Logan looks up at Remus with wide eyes.

"Keep going," Remus says, grinning wide. "There's still more."

Logan reaches back into the bag until he feels something soft and fuzzy - almost fur like - before lifting it out of the bag. Unlike the leash, he understands what this is immediately.

It's a black tail - akin to that of a dogs' - attached to a thick anal plug. Logan goes bright red as he stares at it.

"Isn't it cute?" Remus asks, as he impatiently digs his hands into the bag and lifts out Logan's final gift. "I even got a matching headband!"

What Remus is holding is indeed a matching headband. Both the band itself and the dog ears atop it are black, with the ears being fuzzy similar to the tail. Without warning, Remus is pushing the headband onto Logan's head, and cooing once they're fitted.

"I was so smart getting ears that matched your hair," Remus says, running his fingers through Logan's black locks. "You look like a real dog-man."

"How wonderful," Logan murmurs, both amused and embarrassed. He rolls the plug in his hands between his fingers, staring down at the tail and attempts to repress the sudden rush of arousal he feels while looking at it by pressing his thighs together. Remus's attention is still focused on his head for now, but it's only a matter of minutes before Remus is grabbing Logan's chin and forcing Logan to face him.

"Is dressing up like a dumb puppy something you might be interested in?" Remus asks, wiggling Logan's head back and forth. "Is acting like a dumb puppy something that sounds exciting?"

"Yeah," Logan breathes.

Remus thumbs over Logan's lips. "I couldn't quite hear you, puppy. What'd you say?"

"Yes," Logan repeats, louder this time.

Remus grins wide. "Yes what?"

That has Logan looking at him a bit surprised, before stating. "I'm not sure I understand."

Kissing him promptly, Remus's mouth presses all over Logan's face before he says "that's okay. You're still new to this. But puppies have rules! You like rules, don't you? You look like you would."

Swallowing the spit in his mouth, Logan nods. "Yeah, I like rules."

"Good boy! And good boys follow rules." Remus stands up and guides Logan off the bed, and a step or two away from the mattress. "Rule number one is that puppies aren't allowed on the furniture. They stay on their knees, on the floor, where they belong."

As Remus lets go of Logan's wrist, Logan stares at Remus for a moment, watching as Remus loops the leash still attached to his collar around his palm once, and then twice, and then stares at Logan expectantly. Slowly, Logan sinks down to his knees, and immediately finds himself being praised by Remus.

"Good boy! So smart. What a smart, good puppy. Are you my good boy?"

Remus's hands cup Logan's cheeks, squeezing them together and muffling the "yeah," that comes out of Logan's mouth. Logan's face is bright red, and after affirming Remus's statement he just gets pet over more. He's still holding the tail plug, and he feels as Remus runs his hands through his hair and even over the headband as though believing the ears to truly be a part of Logan's head.

"Rule number two is that puppies don't wear clothes. So go on. Strip."

Remus leans back against the bed, legs spread as he watches Logan with amused eyes. Despite having been nude in front of Remus many times, this situation just felt way more dehumanizing, and Logan understands that's the point.

He feels his cock twitch in his trousers as he temporarily sets the tail plug to the side and pulls his shirt over his head, being careful not to knock off his headband. As he undoes his jeans, he hears Remus digging through his nightstand, and once Logan's nude a bottle of lube is being tossed to him.

"Give me a show, baby," Remus says, shamelessly palming himself through his shorts. "Stretch yourself out for me, and when you're done I'll help you put on your cute little tail. Or, more accurately, put in your cute little tail."

Logan lets out a shaky breath as he fumbles with the lube in his hands, before pouring some into his hand. He leans back, struggling to find a good position to put his fingers in, before beginning to slide them into his hole.

He has to lay back in a weird position in order to make it work, but once he gets his fingers inside of him he can't help but moan.

It doesn't feel as good as when Remus does it, which - after sneaking a glance at Remus - Logan thinks Remus knows, but he obediently spreads himself open anyway. His fingers slowly push in and out, before he adds a third, with his head tucking into his shoulder to hide the way he bites his lip and whimpers. But Remus just coos at him and nudges Logan's ankle with his own foot.

"Let me see you, baby," Remus says, caressing Logan's foot with his own. "Be a good boy and let me see you."

Logan whimpers and raises his face to make eye contact with Remus, who's stuck his hand down his pants to rub himself more intimately.

"Good puppy. Do you feel stretched out?"

"Mhmm," Logan whines, pressing his fingers deeper into him. He's nodding quickly as he fingers himself, doing it less to stretch himself out and more to give himself pleasure as Remus watches. Remus lets him for a few moments, before standing up, and Logan immediately slides his fingers out of his hole to give Remus easier access.

Remus sinks to the floor, spreading Logan's already open thighs further apart, before grabbing the lube. He's generous with his application of it to the plug, before he circles the slick tail around Logan's hole.

"You ready to be my puppy, baby?" Remus asks, watching as Logan squeezes his eyes shut out of humiliation.

"Yes," Logan whimpers, already preparing himself for penetration. He was excited, albeit impatient, and when the plug still isn't pushed into him after a few moments, Logan cracks his eyes open.

Remus seemed to have been waiting for this, and cocks his head to the side once their eyes meet. "Rule number three. You'll say 'yes sir' whenever I ask you a question. Got that?"

Logan's face flushes dark at the command, but slowly nods his head. "Yes... yes sir."

"Good! Good boy!"

And then Remus is pushing the tail into Logan, Logan moaning as he clenches around the plug, before Remus pulls away.

"That feel good?" he asks, as he flips Logan without warning onto his stomach.

Truthfully, it feels foreign. He's never had something just casually in his ass, and the hair brushing against his cheeks and lower thighs is a bit weird, but it's not bad. Just new. Guided by Remus, Logan lifts himself onto his hands and knees, biting his lower lip as he feels dehumanized at the position as Remus plays with the tail just a bit, making Logan whine every time he feels the plug shift and twist inside of him. And then Remus stands up.

"The tail isn't just for looks,," Remus states, as Logan rolls himself back onto his backside, sitting up slightly in order to get a good look at Remus. He watches Remus dig to the bottom of his gift bag and pull out a small remote with a large dial on it. "It can do one other thing. Would you like to know?"

Logan already has a guess. He licks his lips and mumbles "yes, sir."

Remus hits a small button on the side of the remote, before slowly turning the dial, causing Logan to gasp as he feels the plug inside of him begin to softly vibrate. He moans quietly as Remus keeps the dial at a low setting.

"There we go," Remus purrs, "let's not overwhelm you too soon."

Logan's head falls back in casual pleasure, panting softly as he adjusts his hips to wiggle the plug inside of him, only for his breath to suddenly hitch when he feels Remus's socked foot snake between his legs and press against Logan's hard cock.

"You look pretty," Remus says, rubbing his sole along the length of Logan's shaft. "Pathetic too, of course, but that's a given."

Logan whimpers at his words, but rut his hips up into Remus's foot. Remus rubs his cock in response, but does so torturously slow. His own hand down his own pants move much quicker, but Logan knows Remus has much more stamina than him.

"Can you bark for me, puppy?" Remus then suddenly asks, and that has Logan's back falling flat against the floor as his arms gives out under him, surprised by Remus's request.

He scrambles to push himself back up, but scoots a bit away from Remus, putting distance between his cock and Remus's foot as his thighs press together. His headband sits crooked on his head due to how quickly he moves. "What- what?" he asks, shocked.

"Bark," Remus repeats, softer this time. "You know what that means, don't you? Or are you too much of a dumb puppy to understand such a simple command?"

"Remus..."

Remus stares at Logan for a long minute, before asking "colour?"

Logan sits up fully, pulling his legs to his chest. He's sitting uncomfortably on the plug, pushing it deeper into him. He stifles a moan, before saying "yellow. I just... I don't understand. Are you actually treating me like a dog?"

Remus huffs out a quiet bit of laughter. "Is that what you want?" he asks, before sarcastically adding "I guess you could go piss in my backyard, but I figured that was a bit too much for your first time doing this."

"That's not-" Logan licks his lips, his mouth feeling dry, while averting his eyes. "I'm just... barking?"

"It's supposed to be a humiliation thing," Remus explains, still snickering softly. "Because humans don't typically bark, and dogs do. Just sort of a degradation thing. You don't have to if you don't want to, but if you'd like to try, I'd love to hear it." Remus pushes his foot closer to Logan's legs, and softly caresses Logan's toes, making Logan scrunch his nose up at the weird bout of affection. "If you don't like it, we won't do it.

"But I can try?"

"You can try. Do you want to bark for me, puppy? Bark for your sir?"

Logan hesitates, before deciding he'll try it. Dehumanizing? Absolutely, but Remus was assuring him it was a humiliation-kink thing, and he supposes it goes hand-in-hand with the fact he was dressed up like a dog. He could at least see if it did anything for him.

But when he goes to do it, he feels shame swelling up in his chest, and his breath gets caught in his throat before he can even make a sound.

He looks away from Remus, back at him, and then away again, both surprised and embarrassed at how humiliated he feels even attempting to bark. His body feels hot.

"Come on, puppy," Remus encourages, as though knowing that Logan's struggling with it. "I'll even give you a little reward if you do it." Remus waves the remote in front of Logan's face, letting him observe the way Remus's thumb caresses the dial just gently enough to keep it from moving. "How does that sound?"

Logan shifts his hips, and moans when the plug inside of him shifts. But this action just has Remus tsking at him.

"Come on, pup, don't tell me your brain is already melting out of your holes," Remus chastises, wrapping Logan's leash more firmly around his hand, and then yanking suddenly, choking suddenly as Logan's pulled forward and onto his chest, head at Remus's feet.. "I asked you a question, and I expect an answer."

"It sounds good," Logan moans, looking up at Remus. However, Remus just presses his foot against the side of Logan's face, and pushes Logan's face firmly into the ground. It's careful enough to not hurt, but hard enough for Logan to feel pressure.

"It sounds good what."

"It sounds good, sir," Logan whimpers, pressing his thighs together in a desperate attempt to try and stimulate his cock.

Remus hums, before smiling once more. "Now bark."

Drool seeps from the corner of Logan's mouth and onto the floor, as he tries to make any sort of sound at all. And finally, basically forcing himself to get over the pure, hot shame he feels, he barks.

Immediately, Remus's foot eases up on his face. "Good boy!" he praises, as he uses his toes to tilt Logan's face upwards. Logan briefly adjusts his glasses before he sees Remus's hand turning the dial slowly up notch by notch, and suddenly cries out when Remus impulsively turns his plug all the way up, stimulating Logan's ass with intense and fast vibrations.

"When you're good, then you get rewards! Does that make sense?"

"Yes-!" Logan moans, his ass pushed up in the air. He's humiliated, and he loves it. "Yes!"

"Yes what?"

"Yes, sir!"

Logan's fingers dig into the ground as he's overwhelmed by sudden and intense pleasure, but much to his excitement he watches as Remus tosses the remote aside and slides off the bed, landing on his knees in front of Logan. He wraps the leash thrice around his fingers until it's length is barely a couple inches, and pulls Logan up by his throat.

He hooks his arms around Logan's waist and ropes Logan into a sloppy, spit-soaked kiss, with Remus's free hand snaking around Logan's waist until his fingers dip down Logan's crack and mess with the plug inside of him, Logan having to break away in order to moan.

Remus holds him so that they're chest to chest, both of them kneeling and keeping close to each other as Remus slowly pushes the plug in and out of him. He makes sure to never pull it out fully, and then pushes it in roughly.

"You sound like such a slut, my pet," Remus whispers into Logan's ear right as Logan moans again. "What would your peers think if they saw you dressed up like a dog and leaking pre from that pathetic little cock of yours?

Logan pants as Remus pushes the plug further into him, tucking his face into Remus's neck, before suddenly Remus shoves the plug against his prostate, and Logan's back is arching as he cries out in pleasure. Much to his delight - or his dismay - Remus leaves it nestled there.

"Good puppy," Remus coos, as Logan whimpers against him. "You're just fucking pathetic, and that's okay! Do you like acting like a puppy? Like a dumb, whimpering slut?"

"Yes, sir!"

Logan's pressed so firmly against Remus's body that his frames feel uncomfortable against his face, with his cock being trapped between his own abdomen and Remus's front. Remus's hand caresses his back, before Logan's being moved back down, so that he's back on his hands and knees. His body shakes as he tries to keep himself up - the repeated buzzing against his prostate has him fighting back overwhelmed tears - but he watches as Remus undoes his shorts and pulls his cock out, before he yanks on the leash causing Logan to fall forward, his arms giving out beneath him.

With his chest against the floor and his ass in the air, Logan can only guess he looks ridiculous, but Remus pets through his hair as he guides Logan closer to his cock.

"Do you want a treat, puppy?" Remus asks, as he rubs his cock along Logan's cheek. Logan's face is bright red as Remus grinds against him briefly, before positioning the tip of his cock against Logan's lips.

"This is a treat?" Logan asks, quietly.

Remus chuckles at the question. "Sure it is, if you have the right mindset. I'd definitely consider it a treat, but it's mainly just to embarrass you further."

Logan swallows the spit in his mouth. "It's working."

Remus grins wide. "Good. Now thank me for this treat."

"Thank you, sir," Logan breathes, as his eyes fall from Remus's face to his leaking cock. "Thank you for the treat."

Remus's hand strokes through his hair, petting around the headband, before grabbing a fistful of Logan's locks and guiding Logan down his cock, Logan moaning as Remus makes quick work of thrusting his cock against the back of Logan's throat, and moaning shamelessly at the gag he gets in response.

Logan's fingers press into Remus's thighs where his shorts have scrunched up, holding firm to them as he's forced to deepthroat.

"Fuck," Remus groans, as he moves Logan's head up and down, using him without a second thought. "You've gotten good at this. Have you been sucking off other men?"

Though he's hardly able to answer, Logan lets out a negative, muddled moan of "mm-mm!" as he shifts his weight on his thighs. The plug inside of him moves slightly, and Logan's eyes roll back into his head at the pleasure.

"Good." Remus tugs hard on Logan's hair, eliciting a rather flustered cry from him. "Otherwise I'd get jealous."

Pre pours down Logan's throat, and Logan's own pre drips against the floor beneath him. His nails dig into Remus's legs as he gags and chokes and tries to fuck himself back on the vibrating tail inside of him. With his constant movements as he tries desperately to give himself pleasure it almost looks like he's wagging his tail!

That though only furthers Remus’s praise, as Remus continues to blab “you’re such a good boy, Logan. You do exactly what you’re told. Such a-” Remus bites his lip hard as he groans, shoving Logan down hard on his cock, “such a fucking slut.”

“Are you happy, puppy?” Remus pants, his head falling back as he lets words just fall out of his mouth and into the room. “Happy when you’re sucking cock and being pleased? Needy, messy, puppy.”

Logan whimpers around Remus’s shaft, tears in his eyes. To say he was feeling humiliated was an understatement, but to say he was feeling merely happy was grossly underestimating just how intensely pleasured Logan felt. With a plug against his prostate, Remus pulling his hair, and the cock using his mouth like a toy, Logan’s almost worried he might come untouched.

He tries to beg Remus to touch him, but he can’t say anything with his mouth occupied, and so works on sucking feverishly to bring Remus to an orgasm solely for his own selfish desires.

He was truly thinking like a puppy, with rabid thoughts of “please,” and “need to be touched,” bouncing around his head until it’s all his mind was filled with! His cock needs stroked. He needs to come.

Remus cusses again, with a very breathless moan of “shit, Logan,” that has Logan groaning needily around Remus’s cock. When Remus sits up slightly to look at him, he grins, amused.

“You’re holding out longer than I thought you would,” Remus pants, half-lidded eyes looking past Logan’s sloppy, spit-soaked face and towards his ass in the air. “I’m training you well.”

Logan whimpers.

As Remus pushes Logan’s head down fully on his cock once more, he cocks his head to the side slightly, and laughs outright when he sees Logan’s dripping shaft. “Oh- oh! I see why you haven’t come yet! Poor, poor puppy! Am I neglecting you and that pathetic little cock of yours? Do you want to be touched? Huh, mutt?”

Logan’s hips jerk, rutting against nothing, and he moans lewdly. Remus continues using his face, but doesn’t say much else other than a few more degrading comments uttered with a smile.

And then, without warning, Remus is coming down Logan’s throat.

Logan goes wide-eyed, choking at the stream of semen that’s squirted into his mouth, but is luckily given the chance to pull away quickly when Remus releases his hair.

Logan moves up, coughing, only to be caught off guard by Remus hooking his arm around Logan’s waist and pulling him closer, pushing their mouths against each other’s before Logan can even comprehend what’s happening. As Remus’s tongue slides past Logan’s lips, scooping out a mouthful of his own come, Logan recoils and pushes him away.

“Gross!” Logan splutters, wiping away the mess on his lower chin as he tries to swallow what was left in his mouth.

Remus - with his mouth full - goes “don’t be greedy! Don’t you agree I taste delicious?” before gulping down his own semen, which has Logan shivering in a mixture of disgust and arousal.

“Now beg for me, puppy,” Remus immediately continues, giving Logan little time to recoup, all while licking his lips. He resumes their earlier position with Logan pulled to his chest and one of his arms around Logan’s waist, but this time one of his hands wraps around Logan’s neglected cock and squeezes it hard. “Beg your owner to let you come.”

Cheeks red, Logan swallows the last of Remus’s bitter come down his throat before shakily going “please, sir, please. Let me come.”

“More.”

Whimpering, Logan tries to fuck his cock into Remus’s fist, but is unable with Remus’s hold on him. Tears rolling down his chin, Logan’s voice cracks as he pleads “please. I need it, I need it, I need it.”

Remus licks one of the tears from his face. “You’ve gotten so much better at begging for me, baby. Do you remember the first time I asked you to beg? You’re such a good learner; such a good dog, learning new tricks! You’re so, so good at doing what you’re told.” Remus bites Logan’s cheek, before kissing the corner of his mouth, his mustache tickling Logan’s upper lip. “Can you do one more thing for your sir, puppy? One more little, itty-bitty thing?”

Logan nods, before looking up at Remus, his glasses askew and nearly fogged with all the heat in the room. “Anything,” he replies, desperate.

“Bark.”

Once again, Logan’s body is overwhelmed with intense humiliation and pleasure, but he needs it.

He needs it. And so, he barks.

Suddenly, Remus’s hand begins working his cock hard and fast, working quickly to bring Logan to his climax. And Logan reaches it embarrassingly fast, only taking a couple seconds before he’s giving in to his release and coming over Remus’s hand, clenching around the plug inside of him and holding tight to Remus as Remus works him through his orgasm. He’s pumped throughout it, and even a bit after, until Logan’s wiggling away out of oversensitivity.

Luckily, Remus guides him softly to the ground, and then finds the plug’s remote and dials it all the way down, with the vibrator going still inside of him. With a soft warning, Remus is pulling it out of him, and carelessly chucking it aside.

“My good puppy,” Remus praises, so soft Logan’s unsure if he’s actually saying it or not. As Logan lays against Remus’s floor, Remus rubs his back, helping him steadily his breathing before the headband is being knocked away as well, and Remus is undoing the leash.

Steps recede into Remus’s conjoined bathroom, before Remus reemerges with a lukewarm rag, which he uses to wipe the tears from Logan’s face and the sweat from his brow.

Moving Logan with ease, he cleans Logan of their mutual messes - though most of Remus’s was swallowed - before Logan’s being lifted and tossed onto the bed. As Logan lays there catching his breath, he’s suddenly startled by fabric pelting him in the face, making him yelp. As he throws it to the side, he looks up to see Remus laughing.

“Pajamas,” Remus explains, pulling his own shorts off his body.

“It’s the middle of the day,” Logan responds, though he’s already pulling Remus’s boxers and soft pajama pants up his body. They hardly fit him. He likes that. “What do you mean ‘pajamas?’”

“We can lounge, can’t we?” Remus responds, slipping on a loose pair of shorts. “I would prefer to do it nude, but in case you need water or something I’d rather not have to keep stripping down and getting dressed back up. And I think I’d traumatize a few maids if I walked around in the buff.”

Logan snorts, before propping himself up on Remus’s pillows as Remus gets him a shirt.

As Logan pulls his head through the collar, Remus crawls onto the bed, handing Logan his phone before wrapping his arms around Logan’s midsection and rolling over with him until they’ve spun from one side of the bed to the other, crushing Logan as they flipped but making him smile anyway.

“Careful,” Logan scolds, voice light. “My glasses were expensive.”

“I’d just replace them,” Remus says into Logan’s ear, nibbling his earlobe from his decided position, spooning Logan from behind. “I’d need you to see just how pretty I am. I’m rather egotistical, you know.”

“Oh, believe me. I’m aware.”

Remus snickers, before resting his chin in the crook between Logan’s neck and shoulder. He hums as he holds Logan, before whispering “I’m going to turn on National Geographic.”

“Delightful,” Logan responds, holding his phone between his thighs, and using his free hands to affectionately pat Remus’s fuzzy arms. “Find a good one about the ocean, won’t you?”

“Whatever you want, sexy.”

Again, Logan snorts, only half-listening to the documentary that begins playing on Remus’s television. Remus isn’t watching it either, as Logan instead feels him bury his face in Logan’s back, biting lightly at his spine rather affectionately, and squeezing at Logan’s stomach. As he’s held, his attention drifts back to the phone between his legs. After a few minutes, he grabs it.

He scrolls through his minimal contacts before landing on one titled very simply “Boss”. He clicks on the chat.

‘Hey,’ he types, hesitantly, though he gets more and more sure with each letter he presses. ‘We need to talk.’

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