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“Stop squirming.” His voice cut through the air like a blade, making Vessel grunt softly.
He was completely at the mercy of III, the bassist’s rough hands leaving goosebumps in their wake as they trailed down the expanse of Vessel’s painted chest.
Vessel wanted to think that he didn’t have a clue as to how they ended up here, but he knew better. He always liked to push III’s buttons by choking IV out during Sugar, but maybe he’d gone a bit too far this time.
When he climbed on top of the guitarist, he hadn’t anticipated IV’s hyper squirming when he was straddling him, leading to Vessel subtly grinding on him. At least, he thought it was subtle. Apparently not to III, who’d dragged their singer offstage as soon as the set was over.
And now, III was busy rubbing his bulge against Vessel’s and smacking his hands away anytime he tried to reach out and touch III. They’d ended up in some random dressing room behind the stage, laid over the couch against the back wall.
III reached down to unbutton Vessel’s pants, roughly tugging his underwear down with them. Vessel’s cock sprang out, twitching in the cool air of the room and aching for attention, a small bead of precum in the slit of his cock.
III wordlessly wrapped his fingers around the man’s member, his thumb ghosting over the prominent vein on the underside. Vessel groaned lowly, trying to thrust up into III’s hand.
“I said stop squirming .” He growled, letting go of Vessel’s cock to pin his hips down. The singer whimpered and balled his hands into fists, fingernails digging into the skin as he tried to refrain from reaching out for III again.
Please, please, please. Vessel tried to beg with III through his eyes, hips wiggling under the bassist’s hold. III took one hand off of Vessel’s hips to unbutton his own pants, cursing under his breath as he fumbled with his belt.
Vessel reached out to help and III allowed him to, sighing with relief as he felt the singer’s painted hands brush against his cock, shoving his pants down and leaning over Vessel.
A synchronized moan emerged from their throats as their cocks rubbed up against each other, smearing precum on the other’s. III leaned further against Vessel, heaving chests pressed together.
III was unbothered by the dark paint rubbing off of Vessel’s chest and onto his own, a strange sense of pride filling him. For a moment he thought about pulling his mask up to mark Vessel with his teeth, feeling the need to show everyone, to show IV, who got to see the singer like this.
However, he wasn’t too keen on biting into paint and swallowing it.
He pressed his painted palm against Vessel’s throat, the question mark placed over his jugular. Vessel’s breath hitched as III applied more pressure, fingertips pressing into the sides of his throat. He started grinding against Vessel again, a satisfied sigh leaving him at the friction against his cock.
Vessel whined, pathetically thrusting up against III to try and ease the ache. III sighed playfully against Vessel’s chest, reaching down and slowly jerking the singer off. He moaned brokenly, back arching when III thumbed over his slit. He couldn’t contain his movements, squirming underneath III as he sped up.
“So sensitive.” III remarked as he pulled his mask up past his lips, capturing Vessel in a heated kiss and giving his neck a squeeze. Vessel moaned loudly and III swallowed it, jumping with surprise when he felt something spurt all over his hand, pulling away from Vessel’s mouth.
Now freed, whimpers flooded out of the man’s mouth, body twitching as he came down from his high. III looked down at his hand, a milky white substance now covering it.
“Did I say you could cum?” He murmured, sending a shiver down Vessel’s spine as he sobbed softly, trying to avoid the gaze of the man covering him. III brought his hand up from Vessel’s neck to his jaw, forcing him to meet his eyes. “Did I?”
Vessel shook his head quickly, panting heavily. His head fell back as III released his jaw, and he didn’t notice the man above him coating his cock with lube. He let out a confused hum as III folded his legs up against his chest and cried out when III suddenly thrusted inside of him. His hands frantically waved around, looking for purchase, struggling to grip the cushions of the couch. He’d bottomed out in Vessel in one thrust, leaving the man practically in shambles.
III pulled back almost all the way, only leaving his tip inside of Vessel and smirking deviously under his mask. He jerked forward, his hips slamming against the back of Vessel’s thighs and creating a resounding slap sound.
“Oh, fuck !” III threw his head back with a groan, pistoning his hips to thrust faster into Vessel, drawing moans from both men.
Vessel slapped a hand over his mouth to try and suppress his noises, only for III to grab his wrists and pin them against the cushion underneath him.
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Vessel’s mouth fell open, breathy moans and whines falling out like a song. III groaned lowly, burying himself to the hilt in Vessel and sitting still for a few moments and sitting up straight. Vessel whined lowly, picking his hips up and weakly grinding against III.
“I wonder if you even deserve this.” III murmured, watching Vessel with half lidded eyes, his cock hot and unmoving inside of Vesse.
I do! I do! Vessel choked out a sound halfway between a moan and a sob, leaning his head back and exposing his neck. His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed dryly, trying his best not to move under III.
“Are you going to be a good boy for me?” III whispered, leaning back down to hover his lips just above Vessel’s. A small whimper left the man as he nodded once, barely noticeable.
III smiled faintly, before picking his pace back up and fucking Vessel quicker than before. His cock scratched every itch in Vessel’s hole and the singer loved it . III released Vessel’s wrists and they immediately flew up to grip III’s biceps, using them as an anchor to the real world as his best friend focused on fucking the life out of him.
Vessel almost yelped as III’s cock grazed his prostate, his cock kicking with pleasure. He squeezed his eyes shut, teeth digging into his bottom lip and puncturing the thin skin, the taste of metal flooding his mouth. One of III’s hands reached down to jerk Vessel off, the other finding his neck again. Vessel moaned like a whore, almost thrashing under III as his zenith approached. He was so close, so close , he just needed a few more seconds—
“I don’t ever wanna see you doing that shit again.” III spat, his grip on Vessel’s cock tightening. The man sobbed as he struggled to orgasm in III’s restricting grip, ultimately failing as he was denied release. III pulled out, “the choking, I don’t care about, but don’t you ever-” he thrusted back in sharply, earning a cry from Vessel, then slowly pulled back out. “Try that shit-” he thrusted again, then pulled out. “ Ever again.” He released Vessel’s member while simultaneously fucking back into him harder than before, instantly pushing the man over the edge.
Cum spurted all over Vessel’s stomach, a stark contrast to the dark paint that covered the skin. III fucked him through his orgasm, not stopping when he cried softly and his cock twitched due to the overstimulation. Vessel shook his head back and forth and III hummed indifferently, swiping his index and middle finger across the streak of cum on Vessel’s stomach.
He slipped the fingers in between Vessel’s lips, the man gasping in surprise, then softly sucking on the digits.
“Nasty fucking thing.” Vessel moaned around the fingers in his mouth, his face hot with shame under his mask.
III chewed on his lip as his thrusts slowed down, becoming less animalistic and almost more sensual. Vessel moaned softly and reached down to his cock, desperate to feel that high one more time.
“Gonna cum again, you fuckin’ slut?” III huffed, feeling himself teeter closer to the edge. “Go ahead then, make a mess of yourself.” Vessel groaned with shame, eyes meeting III’s. Vessel’s glistened with unshed tears of pleasure while III’s burned with heat. “Gonna cum, too—fuck-!” He threw his head forward, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he chased his orgasm.
He could almost feel it, as if he could just reach out and grab it, his fingertips ghosting against it. He reached down to help Vessel jerk himself off, groaning loudly when the action made Vessel’s walls clench down on his cock.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” III moaned louder than ever as he came inside of Vessel, in turn making Vessel cum once again. He moaned almost pornographically, back arching as his cock kicked and spurted more cum, reaching his chest and even getting some on III’s v-line.
The two men sat still and silent for several moments, save for the heavy and exhausted pants that left them. Vessel’s head turned tiredly to the side, eyes fluttering shut as he tried to recover. III leaned down against Vessel, pressing a soft kiss to the bottom of his jaw.
“You’re my good boy.”