Dalton : Revenge is best served by giving your boyfriend exactly what he asked for.

Sorta sequel to the Orgasm Denial fic as requested a while ago by an anon, but this time with Logan being the one teased. And then it kinda switches, except not. Rough!Sex, also probably unrealistic multiple orgasms. But this is Fanfiction, so it works. I’m also going to go hide in a hole now, because I really just don’t even know what happened here.

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When Logan woke, he immediately knew something was off. Not an alarming off, but just… off. His first clue was that he couldn’t move his arms, and after he woke a bit more, he realized it was because they were tied to his headboard. The second clue was the warm weight between his legs - his bare legs, which was another tip-off because he was pretty sure he had pajamas on when he went to bed last night. The final clue was the the low, familiar chuckle that sounded from the weight between his legs, and a wet tongue licking cat-like at his cock. Which was hard, and already leaking pearly fluid down it’s length. What?

“What?” Logan asked, voice rough from sleep. He blinked up at the ceiling, enjoying the feeling of Julian’s tongue swirling around his cock, lapping up the trail of pre-come to the head and toying briefly with the slit. The sensations made Logan moan and sink back into the mattress, letting the shorter brunet have his way. For now.

“Morning, your highness,” Julian said, leaning up with one last lap at Logan’s dick, sliding slowly up Logan’s body until he was laying over the blond, head pillowed on his arms atop Logan’s chest. “How are you this morning?”

“Confused?” Logan said, the end of the word lilting up in a half question, his brow creasing as he looked down into Julian’s eyes. “I’m in no way complaining, but, what?”

“So, you remember that time where you put that cock-ring on me and didn’t let me come until, like, three hours later?”

“Yes,” Logan said dreamily. Oh, did he remember. The brunet had been a mess by the time Logan finally let him come, and had passed out for the remainder of the night, waking bleary and confused the next morning, unable to leave the bed because his entire body was sore. It had been a good day. “I remember.”

“I can tell,” the brunet said, voice dry. He pushed up from the blond and straddled his hips, Logan’s cock brushing against the crevice of his ass briefly and making the prefect groan. Smirking down at Logan, the actor rose up onto his knees and leaned forward to kiss Logan messily, open mouthed and all tongue while his hands slid a condom onto the blond. “Just reminding you because this?” Julian said as he pulled away, slightly breathless, and suddenly there was something around the base of his shaft, not tight enough to hurt, but definitely there. Julian sent him an evil smile as he finished, “Is retribution.”

Then he sat back, a breathy moan filling the air as he filled himself with Logan’s cock, not stopping until he was full of the blond. Logan swore, jerking at the bonds around his wrists and straining against the bed, pushing his hips up against Julian, who laughed, a breathy sound as he shifted his weight to keep from being knocked over. The brunet licked his lips and watched Logan smugly, grinding down and smirking when Logan swore again. Still watching Logan through his lashes, Julian started moving over the blond, slowly sliding off Logan until only the tip of his cock was still inside the brunet, then easing back down just as slowly. Logan groaned again, glaring up at Julian, who just smiled brightly down at him and continued to fuck himself on the blond, picking up the pace just a bit. One of Julian’s hands moved to stroke himself slowly, the other slowly trailing up his thigh, to his stomach then chest, moaning softly as he briefly played with one of his nipples before continuing up to his mouth. Logan watched, entranced, as Julian played with his lips before his tongue darted out, licking over the top and sides of his fingers before licking down them as he pushed them into his mouth with a moan, eyes still boring into Logan’s.

Pulling sharply at the binds, Logan tried to sit up and growled when he wasn’t able to, a flash of anger shooting through him that he wasn’t able to touch. Julian must have seen the emotion in his eyes, because he laughed again, pulling the fingers from his lips and trailing the saliva-slicked digits down his stomach to his balls, rolling them carefully in his hand as he sunk back down onto Logan. “Aggravating, isn’t it? To be so helpless to the whims another, not able to come until they want you to?” He laughed again when Logan snarled up at him, still struggling against the bonds. “I think it’s fair that you don’t get to come until I’m satisfied, don’t you? After all,” he said, voice dropping to a low whisper, a dark smile forming on his face as he leaned forward, bracing the hand that was teasing his balls on Logan’s chest so he could nip at Logan’s jaw. “That’s what you did to me.”

Throwing his head back against the pillow, Logan groaned loudly, cursing that he had a vengeful boyfriend. “Julian,” he ground out, “I do believe that you agreed to the whole thing. In fact,” he said, panting through a smirk, “I believe you were begging for it.”

Julian hummed in agreement, licking a stripe across Logan’s jaw before straightening, an amused smile on his face. “Well then Logan, do you want me to stop?”

Glaring up at the ceiling, Logan didn’t say anything, clenching his jaw when Julian laughed, knowing exactly what his silence meant. Hearing the brunet moan again, Logan finally tore his eyes from the ceiling, swallowing thickly as Julian stretched his arms over his head, entire body arching languorously into the stretch, muscles shifting slightly under smooth skin. Relaxing again, Julian left one arm bend over his head, forearm resting against his head, fingers curling absently while his other hand smoothed back down his body to start stroking himself again. Tilting his head to the side and watching Logan with lazy eyes, the pupils blown wide so only a faint brown ring was visible, Julian licked his lip then bit it, quickly rocking up and down Logan’s cock.

“I really did like it, though,” Julian said, eyes fluttering closed for a second and arching his neck, his breath hitching as he shifted slightly, allowing him to sink deeper onto Logan. “I - hmm - I love it when you do things like that - tie me up or hold me down, not let me come until you want me to. The first time you did I wasn’t sure, but now…” Logan closed his eyes tight, breathing harshly though his nose and pushing up into Julian as best he could. Gasping at the movement, Julian leaned down again, splaying his hand over Logan’s stomach and whimpering as Logan thrust again, the muscles under his hands tensing and rippling. “Now I think about it all the time. I just - just wish -” he kissed Logan, licking at his mouth until Logan allowed him entrance and tangled their tongues together, drawing moans from them both. Julian pulled back just enough to pant against Logan’s mouth, and the blond was torn between kissing him again and hearing what he had to say.

Licking once more at Logan’s mouth, Julian continued, “I w-wish we didn’t have to use the goddamn condoms. I know -” he gasped again, keening softly at Logan’s soft growl of his name and grinding back against the cock inside him. “I know we ha-have to but jesus Lo,” he said with a breathless moan, arching his back when Logan started to suck at his neck, “I would have been so wet, and so - so full of it. Can you even imagine? Fuck, with how many times you came it would have been running down my thighs, and I - Logan,” he mewled, shuddering above the blond. “Logan.”

Logan moaned loudly as Julian came above him, his channel constricting nearly painfully around him as he jerked and whimpered through it, spilling warm liquid all over his and Logan’s stomach. Panting harshly, he pushed himself up on a shaking arm, kissing the blond again, and whimpering softly when Logan dominated the kiss, biting his lips and forcing his way into Julian’s mouth with his tongue to lick the top of his mouth and behind his upper teeth. Julian pulled back to push himself up to sitting, Logan still deeply inside him. He chuckled down at Logan, who knew he probably looked wrecked, panting through his teeth and eyes nearly crazed from desperation. But fuck if Julian’s words didn’t have an affect on him, and he suddenly wanted it, too; wanted to mark Julian in a way that no-one had before, to come deep inside him in the morning so Julian would go about his day with it leaking out of him, no-one but the two of them knowing why he was squirming all throughout class.

“Julian,” he said, trying not to loose control. “You’re playing a dangerous game, here.”

The brunet just laughed at him, still slightly breathless as he recovered from the orgasmic high, running a shaky hand through his hair as his eyes danced with laughter. “I’d be afraid, Logan - but you’re completely at my mercy right now.”

Grinning shark-like up at the actor, Logan braced himself against and thrust up hard, making Julian yelp and fall against his chest, letting Logan get the freedom to bend his knees and brace his feet flat against the bed for better leverage. “You sure about that?” he taunted, bucking up into Julian again and making the shorter teen wail, slightly over-sensitized.

“Y-You bastard,” Julian gasped out, eyes wide from shocked pleasure, moaning low in his throat and pushing back onto Logan.

Logan laughed, pressing his head back into the pillow as he bucked up into Julian again, smirking at the cry it wrung from his boyfriend. “You’re the one who started this, Larson. Don’t make me out to be the bad-guy.”

“Oh, but you are,” Julian said back, stroking his again-hard cock slowly, shuddering. “You have this, this habit of d-doing exactly what you’re not supposed to. It always makes things interesting.”

“My father wouldn’t agree,” Logan said, smiling despite himself. He loved the things Julian said that unwittingly went against everything he’d been told.

“Well, I’m quite obviously n-not your father,” Julian replied dryly, raising his eyebrow at Logan. “Why y-you’re thinking about him right now is, a-actually, rather worry-”

“Shut up, Jules,” Logan said, pushing up into him to stop whatever he had been saying.

Julian whimpered and arched his back, biting his lip as he quickly jerked his cock, hips beginning to twitch as he neared the edge again. “L-Lo, I’m -”

“So you like it when I don’t do what I’m supposed to, huh?” Logan asked, grinning mischievously. “Good.”

Julian looked confused for a brief second, before Logan twisted his wrists sharply, breaking free of the soft binds holding him to the headboard and rolling Julian over onto his back and pressing in deep, nuzzling into Julian neck to bite the soft skin there hard enough that Julian yelped and, with another thrust against his prostate and pull on his cock, came for a second time, crying out as Logan manhandled him onto his knees and pushed inside again, starting up a bruising pace as Julian whimpered beneath him.

“L-Logan - ah, ah - w-what -?”

“So what you were doing was retaliation, you say?” Logan said, voice low and dark as he murmured the words into Julian’s ear, grabbing the brunet’s hips in a tight grip and forcing them to tilt back into his thrusts. “Well then, princess, as my revenge,” he growled, smirking as Julian shuddered and mewled at the words, “I’m going to give you exactly what you want.”

Leaning back up, he kneed the brunet’s legs apart to fuck him deeper, ignoring the whimpered wails Julian was making, oversensitive from two orgasms in a row, but to weak and, Logan thought with a smirk as he saw Logan’s hand moving near his groin, enjoying it too much to make Logan stop. Keeping the unrelenting pace, Logan moved one hand up to Julian’s neck, scratching lightly at the hairline. Julian bent his head down, resting it against his arm on the bed, moaning lowly and continuing to jerk his cock, half-hard and steadily getting harder. Logan smiled and sucked and bit bruises across Julian’s back, scratching all the way down the smooth skin with his blunt nails, making Julian curve his back down and whine, hips stuttering against Logan’s. Grasping Julian’s hips again, Logan rested his head between the brunet’s shoulder-blades, beginning to loose himself if the brunet’s tight head, the need to come burning in the back of his mind. But not yet, he decided, gritting his teeth and groaning. Not yet.

Dragging himself away from the mindless haze of need, he noticed that Julian was crying out with every thrust, and he realized he must have found the brunet’s prostate and had been pounding it for the last few minutes. Logan just grinned sharply into the skin of Julian’s back, Logan moved one hand to rub his thumb against Julian’s hole, circling the pink opening and making Julian scream. Leaning up to bite behind Julian’s ear, he murmured to the teen, “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To fuck until you were wrung out, only then letting me come?”

Julian nodded, breath hitching and whimpering when Logan went back to sucking a dark hickey behind his ear, knowing the skin would be tender for the next couple days. He wailed when Logan’s thumb moved down to press into her perineum, rubbing ruthlessly against the sensitive skin then scratching it softly, and he was shuddering once again, almost sobbing as his cock twitched and he came, thrashing against the blond on top of him as he was fucked through it, Logan’s pace never slowing though Julian struggled beneath him, clawing at the sheets in an attempt to make it stop.

“Logan,” he sobbed, “Logan please, oh, oh god -”

“Can you do it once more? One more time?” Logan asked, knowing before Julian nodded that even if the brunet didn’t think he could, he would try. When the brunet let out a choked sob again, fisting his slowly-hardening cock with a shaky hand, Logan grabbed his wrists, trapping them down on the bed to either side of Julian’s chest, squeezing them hard enough that there’d be bruises matching his own. “No, no babe. Not this time. No touching this time.”

“L-Logan I can’t - I can’t,” Julian wailed, twisting his wrists in Logan’s grasp and writing against him. “God, Logan, please -”

“You can,” Logan snarled, the need to come making him loose control, and he knew he was going to feel bad about being this rough the next day but god if it didn’t feel good right now. “You can, and you will, Julian. I know you will, my Julian,” he said, dark and possessive in a way he’d never let himself be before. “You will because I want you to.”

Julian froze beneath him, and then, with a strangled scream, came one more time, faster than even Logan thought he would. But it was exactly what Logan had wanted, so he reached down and ripped the leather clasp off and pushing in one more time, deep enough that Julian let out a small cry and came, biting sharply down on Julian’s shoulder, copper bursting over his tongue as he broke the skin and groaned deeply, pulling Julian as close to him as he could as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through him, and fuck he could understand why Julian was so exhausted if it felt like this when he’d finally come.

After what felt like hours, Logan’s mind cleared and he found himself laying on top of Julian, probably crushing the smaller teen into the mattress. But when he tried to shift, Julian let out an unhappy whine that, along with his un-cooperative muscles, made him sink back down against him. Licking his lips, he tasted blood again, and kissed the bleeding mark on Julian’s shoulder gently. “Sorry,” he muttered to the brunet, feeling slightly guilty about what he’d put the brunet through. But not as much as he thought he should.

“If you ever apologize for this night again,” Julian said, and he sounded dreamy, like he wasn’t all there, “I’ll break up with you. Or something.”

Logan blinked confusedly at the back of the brunet’s head, finally finding the strength to roll off him, slipping the condom off and throwing it, once tied, in the direction of the trash, not caring if he hit it or not. Julian had let out a soft hiss when he’d pulled out, and Logan carefully parted Julian’s ass - ignoring the brunet’s annoyed sound - to make sure he hadn’t hurt him. When there was no sign of any blood - though Julian looked like he’d be quite sore the next day - he relaxed into the bed and pulled Julian close, spooning up behind the exhausted teen and kissing his shoulder again.

“Hmm, love you,” Julian muttered, already sounding half-asleep.

“We’ll see about that when you can’t move tomorrow,” Logan muttered back. “But I love you, too.”

Julian hummed once more, then settled back against him, breath evening out into sleep, and, pressing one more sleepy kiss against the brunet’s shoulder, Logan followed.