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Ivy’s floating in that serene place, where matter doesn’t seem real, where he’s liquid soft and happy to doze off while Vess keeps playing on the piano, tapping out notes while he hums. It’s nice, being home like this, just the four of them, even though Two and Three have moved into one of the bedrooms.
It’s good, and exactly what Ivy needs to unwind from the tour. It was good, obviously, but this is better; home, in the flat, just four spots of hot magic, making Ivy feel safe and secure.
But Vessel’s stopped playing, and sometimes that’s not a good thing, so Ivy forces himself to sit up and look over at him. Vess is a little misty eyed, high as shit and slaw jawed, and when Ivy makes a questioning noise in his throat Vess looks over, blinking.
“Can you hear them?” Vess asks, eventually, licking his dry lips. Ivy can’t help the way his eyes shoot down to his mouth to watch, feeling a thick arousal starting to burn through his gut, because now that he’s listening he can - hear them, that is.
Three isn’t the quietest fuck in the world, but Ivy knows he isn’t putting on a show - Three’s just like this, his deep groan rattling through the wall, sinking into Ivy’s body like a shadow he’s familiar with. Feels his thighs and hips starting to tense, because fuck, Three had spent most of the evening stinking of hot desire, is it any surprise that he’s affected the rest of them?
He and Vess share a look, until Two’s needy moan seeps through the flat, then they’re in motion: Vessel scrambling over the couch, crawling onto Ivy’s lap and taking his face into his hands, and Ivy’s nose bumps against his when they kiss. It’s open mouthed and sloppy, Ivy’s moan trapped in his throat as Vess puts all his weight onto his legs, the hard length of his cock pressed against Vessel’s thigh.
“Let me suck you off,” Vess breathes out, rolling his hips against Ivy’s and turned on as fuck, and Ivy’s always had trouble saying no to him, so just nods. Vess smiles, his perfect lips curved upwards, and his eyes are shining bright, dusty but beautiful.
Ivy let’s Vess slink down his body, his long legs trapped under his body, pressing his burning mouth against Ivy’s skin as he pushes up his shirt, biting at the delicate skin on his abdomen. Fucking hell, but it’s nice, especially when Ivy’s hips twitch up into Vess’s chest without him meaning to, Vessel letting out a breathy chuckle that tickles Ivy’s gut.
He wastes no time in working on Ivy’s zipper, tugging it down and reaching in to curve his hand around the shape of Ivy’s dick, humming when Ivy rocks against his palm. Could probably get off like this, just having Vess talk him through it, but he asked, so nicely, and-
“Get on the floor,” Ivy pants out, words steady despite the shaking in his core, and Vess blinks up at him, before his eyes dilate and his whole face flushes, pretty and red, and he makes a punched out sound, like Ivy slapped him. “Please, Vess.”
“Yeah,” Vessel whispers, dropping to his knees when they reshuffle their bodies, so Vess is kneeling in between Ivy’s open thighs. His magic is a burning scent in the room, Vess’s hot hands stroking up Ivy’s legs, and holy shit, is this doing it for him? “Yeah, it is,” Vess says, and shit, Ivy said that out loud, fuck. “Come on, Ivy, I need-”
Sometimes it’s a fucking power trip, though, when Vessel lets himself be tugged around like this. He’s so much stronger now than he was when Three pulled Ivy into their group, that lithe young man that was unsteady most days, quiet on the worst ones. Vess isn’t anything like that anymore, so damn sure of himself now that they’ve made it, and Sleep helps, of course.
Ivy can barely hold himself together, horny and still high, leaning back against the back of the couch and spreading his thighs wider, watching the way Vessel’s eyes catch on the puddle of precum on his pants, the head of his dick peeking out. Watches Vess lick his lips, and when he helps shuffle Ivy’s pants down his hips, doesn’t say a damn thing as Vessel tugs on his briefs, until his cock is curving up against his belly.
Wonders, even with how the weed’s mellowed him out, if he could get up again, when Vessel leans forward and sucks his cockhead into his hot mouth.
“Fuck,” he hisses, feeling his gut grow taut, and doesn’t stop himself from fisting his fingers in Vessel’s hair, pulling him down the length of his dick. And Vess just goes with it, the blissful fucker, so damn happy as Ivy works his hips, sliding his cock over his wet tongue. “Fuckin’ hell, Vee, I could-” get off to this, fucking into your mouth.
Vessel’s answer is lost in translation, his mouth a hot heat that Ivy can’t get enough of, his jaw working. Ivy’s bigger than the others, not that it’s a thing he really cares about, but he’s made it his fucking mission to be as good with what he has to the others; cares about how he fucks them, how he makes them come.
Through the thick walls of the apartment Ivy hears Two’s moan rattling through the room.
“I’m close,” Ivy pants, rubbing a hand against Vessel’s forehead, scrubbing his hair. “I’m- with you, I wanna touch you, Vee, please-”
The groan that hums around is Ivy’s dick is fucking rapture, the kind of thing that makes Ivy’s toes curl in his socks. Vessel pops off, lips puffy and red, and says, “My mouth,” so fucking firm, like a leader. “In my mouth, Ivy, then you can have me, okay?”
Damn, but he makes it sound so good. “Okay,” Ivy says, gasping as Vess sucks his dick back into his mouth, closing his pretty eyes around the taste of him. “Fuck-”
His orgasm is thorough and exhausting, like Ivy’s coming apart at the edges, vibrating out of his skin. Snaps in his belly like he’s been punched, and the moan he lets out is nothing compared to the satisfied hum in Vessel’s throat, in his chest; like Vess is the one getting off.
Shit.
Ivy blinks, staring up at the ceiling of the room - fuck, Three’s right, the wood is interesting - feeling his hips moving, his legs shaking, when Vess drops his head onto Ivy’s thigh. He’s still holding Ivy’s half-hard cock, hand and mouth wet, and looking up at Ivy like he hung the fucking moon.
“Good god,” Ivy whispers, because he feels like he’s looking at an oil painting, a piece of art that belongs in a museum: Vessel’s hair messily draped but perfect, his flesh pink and soft, and his lips so fucking kissable and bruised, Ivy’s cum drying tacking around his mouth and nose. When he blinks up at Ivy - and he’s got the prettiest eyes, like the deepest part of the sea, a ripple in a receding ocean tide - his lashes are damp, like he’s been on the verge of tears, like he’s at confession. “Vessel, you’re- fuckin’ hell-”
Three’s groan fills the room, making Ivy blink around his arousal, Vess’s hand so damn warm against his dick.
“Yeah, you too,” Vess says, quick and cheeky, and presses a quick kiss to Ivy’s thigh, before he strokes his cock limply. The heat in Ivy’s gut comes back with a burst, like a bonfire newly lit, and even despite how mellowed out the weed has him, Ivy’s getting hard again. “Yanno, I’ve never said it, but your refractory period is kinda amazing.”
Ivy stares at him for a long while, lost, and says, “huh?”
Vessel laughs, so fucking beautiful, goddamn. “How fast you get hard,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and yeah when Ivy’s sobered up he might know what he’s saying, but right now all he can think about is the calluses of Vessel’s hand catching on his cock. “Ivy, babe, you here?”
Then he smells it, Sleep’s scent crawling through the floorboards. Ivy gapes down at Vessel, and says, “you cheat! You can’t just use magic to get sober!” Now Vess is properly laughing, having let go of Ivy’s dick to cover his face, giggling into his palms. Ew. “Your hand’s covered in cum, yuck.”
“It’s yours,” Vess snaps back indignantly, and - like he’s trying to prove a point - sucks his sticky fingers into his mouth. “And I like it!” Fuckssake, and he has the gaul to call Three a brat, when Vessel’s just as bad sometimes. “Besides, I needed to be a bit more steady while I was opening myself up.”
What? “When did you-” Ivy remembers the groan that had rattled his bones when he’d come, like Vess was the one- “fuck, are you- now, can I-”
Ivy paws at Vessel’s chest, dragging him up off the floor, and that’s when he finally notices that Vess kicked off his pants and underwear at some point, a tipped over bottle of lube next to him, and how hadn’t he noticed the slick glide?
“You’re pretty out of it, to be fair,” Vessel says, dropping onto Ivy’s lap and rubbing his ass against the stiffening line of his cock. “I wanna ride you, but are you sure you’re okay with it?”
“What d’ya mean?” Ivy asks, quickly, because all he can think about is planting his feet and pressing in, feeling Vessel’s body shudder all over.
“I wanna get a solid yes from you, babe,” Vess says, and pulls Ivy back to the present by gently holding his face, his hands warm and comforting. “Need me to-” gestures with his fingers, like he’s asking, magic away the fog?
Actually. Actually, he’s totally fine, but Vessel’s asking for his consent, and he knows better. “Please,” he says, and Vess breathes in deep and snatches up the tangles of Ivy’s high, nudging it along, until Ivy’s able to surface a little better. “Oh, oh shit, I didn’t realise how fuckin’ out of it I was.”
“Yeah, same,” Vess says, and drags his hands down Ivy’s neck, over his shoulders, settling on his biceps. “Do you wanna fuck me?”
Like he needs to hesitate. “Yes,” Ivy says, hard and with a nudge of his hips, so his dick catches against Vessel’s ass, feels the lube slick and wet. “Yeah, I do.” Then thinks better, and leans back even more, so he’s able to properly appreciate the view of Vess sitting on his lap, the curve of his pretty dick against his shirt. “You wanted to ride me?”
Vessel rolls his eyes, but it’s ruined by the beautiful smile spreading across his face. Damn, he’s such a sucker, but that’s okay, because so is Ivy. Vess kneels up to grab Ivy’s hard dick, pressing it against his ass while he carefully works his hips, his thighs flexing.
“Fuck, you’re big,” Vess says, panting, and Ivy can’t help preening a little. “My god, shut up.”
“What? I didn’t say anything.” Ivy says, trying for innocence, and overshooting it by a mile. Doesn’t really care, anyway, as Vessel’s concentration wobbles a little and the high from before comes crawling back through Ivy’s limbs, making him feel too much and not enough at the same time. He’s breathing heavier, more strained as Vessel slowly sinks down onto him. “Fuckin’ hell, Vee, please, I’m dying here.”
“Yeah, tell me about it,” Vess chuckles back, and sucks in a deep breath before he’s finally bottomed out, his ass flush to Ivy’s hips, rocking himself a little on Ivy’s cock. It fucking boils him inside, gets his blood pumping hard through his veins, and Ivy’s moaning loud and long, tilting himself so he’s curved deeper into Vessel’s body. “Oh, that’s nice, fuck.”
“Yeah, you are,” Ivy says, words slurring, and grabs a good chunk of Vess’s skin at his hips, dragging him up the length of his cock. “Fuck, Vee, you’re- Christ-”
“I don’t think he’s here, Ivy,” Vessel says, laughing, as he curls his hands over the hot heat of Ivy’s face, bending down to kiss him softly. “Just you and me, my love.”
Fuck, but that kicks Ivy into overdrive, makes him a little crazy with his want and longing. Vessel keeps up his steady pace, hips working hard, while he fucks himself onto Ivy’s cock. Presses their foreheads together, and Ivy has to grab Vess’s dick, stroking him hard and rough.
“Say you’re gonna come,” Ivy asks, begging, and Vess nods against his face, his mouth dropping open with a soft moan. “Good, good, fuck.”
Vessel’s orgasms are always something to be cherished, watching him come apart, letting himself be vulnerable, and it’s just as good this time as all the others, when Ivy finally pulls it from Vessel’s body. Feels his dick kick in his hand, one last time, before Ivy’s chasing his own pleasure. Plants his feet and grabs Vess by the middle, pulling him close as he fucks up into him.
“Ivy,” Vessel whines, hands scrambling for purchase, wrapping his arms around Ivy’s head. “Fuck, yeah, please, in me.”
Like Ivy needs permission.
Like Ivy doesn't always crave Vessel, all of them, all the fucking time.
When he finally comes, it’s explosive and wonderful, a perfect feeling spreading through Ivy as his body works through the orgasm. When he finally stills his hips Vessel’s purring, right there against his throat, mouthing at the skin and stinking of pleasure and sex.
“Take me to bed?” Vessel asks, into Ivy’s shoulder.
Ivy lets the consuming feeling of happiness suffocate him, feels it sinking its claws into his warm body alongside the high from the weed, and says, “yeah, of course, baby.”
-
Ivy’s the first one awake the next morning, and that’s not really a surprise. Unless Vess is on one of his Sleep benders, or Two is a man on a mission, Ivy’s always the first one to wake. It means he gets the flat to himself for a moment, so he usually spends it in the kitchen drinking tea, scrolling through his phone.
Three waltzes in almost ten minutes later, after Ivy’s already started on his second cup of tea and moved onto reading the news. “Mornin’,” Three says, and dips down to kiss him on the mouth. “How’d you sleep?”
“Good, thanks,” Ivy says against his lips, sniffing him. “You?” Three nods, agreeing. “Where’s Two?”
“He’s fucked out,” Three says, casual as can be, and Ivy rolls his eyes and shoves him away. “Help me with breakfast?”
Ivy snorts, says, “sure, after my tea,” and goes back to finish his drink.