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IV loved kissing. He had always loved kissing people, be it random hook ups, his friends when they were drunk having fun, or his romantic interests.
He always thought of kissing as an art form. What could be more beautiful than seeing so many feelings being transmitted between two people through their lips and how the affection just lingers between them?
That’s what he thought every time he looked at II’s mouth. How soft would his lips feel? How good is he with his tongue?
Even though he thinks that about Vessel and III too, he just couldn’t help his recent obsession with II.
It’s been months and he could not, for the life of him, stop thinking about pulling II aside and just completely devouring his mouth, it just looked so pink and soft and inviting.
So one day he just decided to give it a taste, even though he didn’t plan that at all.
The air was particularly hot that night, the whole venue felt like a true collective as if everyone was somehow actually feeding them their energy.
They flirted and played around with each other, but tonight was different. He just witnessed Vessel straddling III and he could swear he saw him grind down on him for 2 seconds. What the fuck was going on?
It seems like everyone was tense today. He thanked god for his guitar covering up his crotch area, praying no one would notice the growing hard on and tried to cool down for the next song.
He remembers getting behind II in his platform just to tease him again at the start of The Love You Want.
He just wanted to do some harmless teasing, in his defense. He pulled II’s mask back but he expected the other to just laugh it off like the other times.
This time, however, II leaned even more far back and stretched his neck up, searching for his mouth. And fuck, really, who was he to resist that?
He guided II’s head in the right direction and pecked his lips through the mask, both with their eyes open, not breaking eye contact for one single second. II knew what he was doing, that fucking devil.
He turned on his bench towards IV and started singing some of the lyrics to him, and he tried to sing back and pretend he was not affected by any of what just happened. And even though that was the least expected song to get horny to, he somehow fucking managed.
When they got off the stage, his chest was bursting with so much adrenaline and unresolved tension that he had to pull II aside.
“IVy, wha-what’s going on?” II looked at their hands and how IV was gripping his so tight that he thought it would explode.
And there, looking at II in that dark lit hallway, both sweaty and buzzing, he decided he was going to taste him right then and there.
“II… don’t play coy with me, you little minx” he tried to come up with something better, he really did, but he also really didn’t know what to say at this point.
It was months and months of “harmless” flirting and shared looks with so much desire that they could melt each other.
Months of teasing and anticipating something that never came. Months of II serenading him to their songs on stage and IV trying to pay him back by touching his neck. But that would end today.
“IVy, what are you talking about?” II had to be playing dumb at this point.
“I’m talking about this, you idiot” He said, carefully removing II’s mask before doing the same to his own, and deciding that it was now or never.
He lifted his right hand and touched II’s cheek so gently that he could barely feel it, had it not been so warm.
He looked so fucking tasty. He still had the black paint around his eyes and neck and that only made him want to eat him whole even more.
The short disheveled hair only added to his desire to do unspeakable things to II right now.
His eyes were bluer than ever. He could see the brimming desire swimming inside them. How could they make him so weak to the point where he completely forgot any resemblance of any speech he could try to make?
Instead, his brain just made him move his eyes to II’s lips and notice how pink they looked even in the dark hallway. Always so fucking pink.
His other hand made it’s way to II’s shoulder and that’s when II decided to lick his lips and make them even shinier in the low lights.
Despite the initial theatrical confusion, II seemed to be falling into the obvious desire they had going on between them. He didn’t try to pretend, didn’t even try to move despite their chests being so close to each other.
And little by little, IV was losing any composure he was clinging tightly onto. But he could say that that absolutely flew out of the window when II lifted his right hand and put it on his waist, squeezing him while dragging him even closer in the most sinful way possible. He knew II was enjoying himself teasing him as much as possible, the sly little beast.
Like a deer caught in the headlights, II watched as IV got closer and closer to him. His eyes were wide but his mouth certainly welcomed him like he expected the contact eagerly.
He kissed a lot of people in his life but absolutely none compared to the feeling of II’s lips opening up for him. Thinking back at that moment, that was when he knew he was meant for him.
Their noses bumping was just the cherry on top, the testament to how both of them could no longer stand the feeling of not having their lips touching.
II’s mouth was warm, so fucking inviting. He tried to control himself, he really did. But the way II was tugging him closer really didn’t help. He tugged on his bottom lip and II pliantly opened his mouth enough that he could savor the inside of his mouth deliberately.
He used the hand that was cupping II’s cheek to orchestrate his head movements as he pleased, and II just let him. He just melted against him, and if he wasn’t crazy before, he certainly is now.
He could feel II’s beard against his chin, the taste of the diet coke he was drinking before on stage, he could feel how hard his heart was beating through his thumb on his pulse point at his neck.
II’s mouth was hot, sweet, and fuck him for being a good hell of a fucking kisser, goddamn. IV shivered as II’s hands made their way to his hair and he couldn’t help but let out a little whimper with how hypersensitive he felt.
If this is how he felt now, how will it be when they fuck? Or when he goes down on II? Fuck. His head was flying with all the possibilities.
II broke their kiss, leaving a sinful line of spit connecting their lips, and it took him a couple seconds to open his eyes.
“Is this your way of telling me you want to fuck?” He asked, with a small smile, moving his hand to IV’s face.
“I thought that was as clear as day, but I didn’t want to leave any room for interpretation” IV said, gripping II’s waist. II smiled, a wide and sly one. The look on his face was enough to drive him crazy.
“Well, it’s about fucking time” he laughed out loud and pecked IV’s lips.
He took IV’s hands, scanning the place for an empty room, and started dragging him in the direction of a storage room.
“A storage room? Really?” IV teased. A storage room of all places. “You know we’re acting like every cliche fanfiction couple right now, right?”
II dragged him inside and locked the door behind him. He honestly could not give a fuck about anything else right now except getting his mouth on IV.
“Shut up. I really want to suck you off so if you want to find somewhere else, be my guest.” He pushed IV to the nearest wall and started walking closer and closer. “But from what I see here, I don’t think you’re gonna be that patient, are you?” He looked down at IV’s pants and smirked.
He knew II was a mouthy one so he really just dug up his own grave, he thought to himself. “I think I might have bitten more than I can chew” and II let out the most genuine laugh ever.
“Love, you have no idea” he said, touching IV’s chest, then making his way to his throat, standing closer and closer.
“You think I don’t remember how you pulled my mask a couple days ago? Do you know how much I had to control myself then? How many times I had to jerk myself off thinking of your hands on my neck?” II spilled, his mouth a breath away from IV’s lips.
“Of course I know.” He answered “I know because I felt the same, and I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve came thinking of how my hands fit your neck so nicely”
II cocked his head slightly, snickering as he touched IV’s hips and pulled him even closer, keeping him squished between himself and the wall.
“Then fucking do something about it”
And of course he took the bait. He took II lips between his own, and he couldn’t get enough of the little gasps II was letting out.
He couldn’t remember the last time he got so dizzy just from making out with someone. He could feel the whole room getting hot as they moved their mouths together.
He flipped their positions so II was the one getting squished, and without breaking the kiss, he pushed his leg between II’s thighs and fuck, he was so hard already.
II was just gasping, a little breathless, despite the dominance he was displaying before. He guessed he should’ve expected IV to not bend so easily.
He couldn’t help but let out a whimper right at IV’s mouth, and that was music to his ears. IV took that chance to slip his hands inside II’s shirt, feeling his abs tightening, grazing his ribs slightly, going around his waist while II just kept whimpering for more. He really couldn’t get enough of IV’s hands on him.
He broke the kiss so he could drag his mouth through II’s neck, he could not give a single fuck about the residual black paint getting into his mouth.
He figured II’s neck was sensitive, but nothing prepared him for the moan he let out as IV dragged his tongue back up his neck.
“Fuck, II, they’re gonna listen” he warned him.
“I don’t care right now” his gaze was warm and slick as he said that.
“Ohh, I didn’t peg you for an exhibitionist” He teased, dragging his hands down II’s back. He stopped right above his jeans and kept dragging his fingers up and down, not going any further below, and that only made II arch into his touch.
“You’re about to find out a lot more about me, then” he smirked before taking IV’s lips again.
Oh IV was so, so fucked.
He dragged his tongue inside II’s mouth and couldn’t get enough of how he also tasted like redbull and mint pod essence.
II dragged his hands down his back and he could feel everything so vividly, jesus. His skin felt like it was on fire when II got his hands on his ass and pulled him towards himself so they could grind on each other better.
IV was dying at this point. He couldn’t think anymore, so he just let his hand make it’s way down and opened II’s fly, lightly feeling up his dick through his underwear still. When he got to the top, he felt something very uncharacteristic and intriguing. Something way too hard and round to be a natural part of his dick.
Before he could even begin to question what it was, suddenly, the room was filled with light and III’s head poked inside. “Hey guys, we are loo- oh jesus fucking christ I’m so sorry” he covered his eyes like that would help at all.
II broke their kiss, a little startled, but not at all freaked out by being caught sucking face with IV inside a random storage room.
“Oh you two dirty bastards” III couldn’t help but tease a little and also try to lighten the mood.
“Aw babe, don’t pretend you didn’t wish you were squished between the two of us right now” IV shot back, and even with the little light coming from the hallway he could see the pretty blush on III’s face.
“You shut the fuck up, let’s go, we have to go now if we want to be back home before dawn” he said, uncovering his eyes and getting out of the room, leaving the door open so they could follow behind.
“Fuck” II whined. “Let’s go before I lose whatever composure I have left” he said as he started walking out the room.
He stumbled a little, not expecting IV to grab his hand and pull him back towards himself. He grabbed II’s face with not much gentleness and dragged him close to himself.
“Don’t worry love, I’ll have plenty of opportunities to make you a whiny mess again” and kissed him hard.
He blushed a little as he broke their kiss, and not looking IV in the eye he took his hand and walked them out of the room, muttering something along the lines of “I fucking hope so”.
Well fuck, there it goes the chance to blow IV in a dingy storage room.