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As much as II loved touring, getting to worship their God through their music every night with hundreds if not thousands of devoted followers, and spending day in and day out with his three loves visiting places he never imagined he’d see, he almost could’ve cried at how good it felt to have another day off before they finished out the last few dates of that particular tour.
Sleep was, of course, ecstatic with how fast they’d grown and how many new followers joined the collective each day, but the difference was quite jarring compared to their previous tours and II wasn’t sure he had fully known what they were facing when they left the UK earlier that fall. Things in the US were always so different than they were back home, but their recent popularity boom took that to an entirely new level.
And why was everything in that godawful country so far apart? They were playing their next ritual in the same state as their last, and their estimated drive time was going to be over eight hours, even without any stops along the way. You could leave London, drive through two other countries, and arrive in a third in about the same amount of time to took them to drive through California, and that wasn’t even the entire state. The fact that they were driving all that way to play a festival and then driving back to almost the exact same area as days before seemed almost silly to II, but if it meant they had the days surrounding the festival off to account for drive time, he wasn’t going to complain about it.
They had left the hotel that morning early enough that they’d have plenty of time to make the trip, but late enough that they could sleep in a bit more than they’d been able to quite often lately. II met up with IV in the lobby to grab enough free breakfast for the other two as they worked on packing up the rooms, and he couldn’t help but cock an eyebrow at the other man when he saw the ridiculously content look on his face.
He bumped his shoulder against IV’s as he was loading a plate up with fruit and leaned in to whisper cheekily in his ear. “You two have a good night then?”
A slight shiver ran down IV’s spine from II’s tickling breath on his neck as he turned to give II a wicked grin. “Don’t worry love, we can tell you all about it later on. We have all day, after all.”
II laughed and shook his head, piling a plate with various pastries for them all. “Well III better be ready to make it up to me regardless; I had plans with you.”
That just made IV’s grin turn even smarmier, if that were possible. “Oh don’t worry, he has plans for you too.”
II leveled him with a blank stare over his shoulder. “I think I’m afraid to ask.” IV just laughed and skirted by II to grab a couple of bottles of orange juice for him and Vessel. II nabbed his and III’s coffees and stuck a bottle of apple juice in his jacket pocket in case Vessel wanted to make his weird tea and steamed juice concoction he sometimes craved after a string of back-to-back rituals.
Meeting the other two in his and Vessel’s room and dodging the array of packed bags spread across the floor, II and IV offloaded their full hands onto the dresser so everyone could just grab what they wanted.
It seemed like they all had the same idea that morning; each of them were dressed in their comfiest lounge clothes, ready to spend a whole day on a cramped bus. II briefly wondered if III would get too hot all bundled up in his favorite hoodie like he was, what with the unfamiliar heat of California, but then he realized the tour bus was likely to be just as cold as the hotel room was that morning and III’s spindly frame would be trying to hold onto as much heat as possible.
II chuckled to himself as he took a bite of a croissant, his thoughts running away from him already. ’I’m sure we could find a way to keep him warm.’ He tried to hide the flush he could feel rising to his cheeks behind a long drink of his coffee, but it was like III had a sixth sense for when II was thinking about him, because his eyes snapped over to him suddenly, looking him over contemplatively. II barely caught himself in time to stop from choking on the drink he’d just taken when III smirked, licked his lips slowly, and stared knowingly into his eyes. IV’s words from earlier echoed through his mind - he has plans for you too - and II just swallowed thickly under III’s heated gaze. They held each other’s eyes for a long moment, before a surprised noise from IV pulled their attention toward him instead.
Vessel had pulled IV into his lap, a shocked squeak jumping out of his throat as he held his hand out to his side to keep his sugary pastry away from knocking into Vessel’s face, and the taller man chuckled as he leaned down to capture IV’s lips in a sweet kiss.
III threw a balled-up napkin at the pair. “Oi, you’re cute, but we’ve got all day together on the bus. You’ll have plenty of time to be cute then.”
Vessel rolled his eyes and laughed into the spot he was nuzzling into on IV’s neck. “Spoilsport.”
II was less kind than III, aiming a small orange at Vessel’s face, which hit him square on the cheekbone before bouncing back onto the bed next to him. “You’re less cute when you’re being a brat, love. He’s right. We really ought to get ready to head out soon. You two can canoodle as much as you like on the bus.” Vessel knew II wasn’t being entirely truthful; he quite liked when Vessel was being a brat, but that was when they had enough time for II to thoroughly get under his skin, and that was certainly not one of those times.
Seeing the pout begin to form on Vessel’s lips, IV brushed a quick kiss over them before he tucked some of his hair behind his ear and he leaned down to whisper something that only Vessel would hear. Vessel’s eyes got wide as IV moved off of his lap, and he just nodded and let it happen.
III laughed and bit into his apple. “Bunch’a horny bastards,” he said under his breath, mouth still full.
“You’re one to talk,” IV muttered tauntingly from across the room, bent over to start gathering bags onto his shoulders.
II just rolled his eyes, affectionately watching his lovers banter around their last bites of breakfast. ’This is going to be a long day, I can’t already tell,’ he thought to himself, finishing the dregs of his coffee.
They were out of the hotel and onto the bus soon enough, and after their tour manager made his rounds, double and triple checking everything he needed to, they were back on the road; the small caravan of their bus, trailer, and van setting out for the first leg of their long drive.
By midday, everyone had truly settled in for the long haul, split off in their own areas throughout the bus. Most of the crew riding with them had taken up residence in the main lounge and kitchen areas, and those who weren’t there were tucked away in the bunks. IV had laid down to try to get a bit more sleep shortly after they’d gotten on the road, but he’d joined the other vessels in the back lounge a couple hours later. Vessel and III were very poorly playing a video game together, IV had curled up in one corner of the L-shaped couch reading some article on his tablet, and II was laying across the couch with his head on IV’s lap as he scrolled through some of their social media.
He was skimming through some fan footage of their last few rituals, and even though he had his headphones on to not bother the others with the sound, IV must have spotted the video clip II had just watched four times in a row.
“Oh damn,” II heard from above him, a bit muffled through the clip’s audio. He took off his headphones and looked up at IV, a question on his lips. IV was watching the screen of II’s phone with wide eyes, and it almost looked like his cheeks were starting to flush.
II chuckled and looked back down at the repeating clip of III putting IV’s mask in his mouth and taunting the crowd. He looked up at IV and asked quiet enough that the others wouldn’t hear, “Does that have something to do with why you were in such a good mood this morning?”
IV met II’s eyes, but it was clear his mind was at least partially elsewhere. “Uh, yeah. A bit.”
“Does it have anything to do with what he has planned for me?” II asked, locking his phone and turning to prop himself up by his elbow on IV’s knee.
He saw IV’s eyes dart in the direction of III and Vess before quickly settling back on II’s. “Actually no. That one is entirely separate.”
II hummed. “Interesting. And I take it you’re not gonna give me any hints as to what I should expect, are you?”
IV’s gaze turned almost teasing as he said, “Oh no. You get to go into this just as blind as I was last night.”
“Oh, so you two weren’t scheming after all.”
“Scheming?”
“Well, I definitely noticed you two getting a little handsy backstage as Vess and I took down the alter, and after seeing that move III pulled on stage from another angle,” he paused, holding up his phone for emphasis, “It just seemed like you two might have been in on something together, and that’s why III insisted on us switching rooms.”
A hearty laugh bubbled out of IV, jostling II enough that he just moved to sit up next to him instead. “Hey, III love?” he called out.
Not looking away from the screen and continuously mashing buttons on the controller in his hands, III threw back a simple, “Yeah?”
The smirk on IV’s face looked downright devious. “You wanna tell the boys what you meant when you said, ‘Sleep wills it’ last night?”
III’s head whipped toward IV, moments before the words sunk in for Vessel, who started darting his head back and forth between IV and III once it did. Out of the corner of his eye, II saw both of their characters get absolutely mauled by whatever monster they had been trying to fight.
“I’ve been meaning to ask about that,” II said, squinting inquisitively at III.
His long legs uncurled and he sat up straight from the previous almost pretzel-like position he was in, turning to face all three of his lovers. “Okay, so, I know no one mentioned it last night, but did Sleep talk to any of you at the alter at the end of the ritual?”
Vessel turned his confused gaze just to III at that. “No. He had nothing to say for us.”
II heard the low chuckle out of IV from his side, but the others didn’t seem to pick up on it. They all, however, caught the grin taking over III’s face as he said, “Oh how wrong you are. Sleep had a lot to say, at least to me.”
“He did?” Vessel asked incredulously. It was rare that one of the others got an individual conversation with Sleep after a ritual; it was typically either all of them, or just Vessel, hearing from their god.
“Did he ask you to keep this from us?” II asked slowly, hoping that wasn’t the case, but struggling to understand why else he wouldn’t have said anything to them at the time.
“No,” III said, shaking his head. “No, no of course not. If he had, I would still be keeping it from you. No, he just wanted me to surprise IV, so I didn’t tell you two about it either, just to make sure IV was suitably surprised.”
Vessel seemed to be struggling with what III was saying as well, leveling him with a completely confused look. “He wanted you to…surprise IV?”
IV snorted and III just chuckled. He put a hand on Vessel’s knee and said, “Let me just explain everything. It should make more sense in a minute.”
II leaned forward, propping his elbows on his knees and resting his chin in his hands as he focused on III.
He took a deep breath and let out an absurdly long string of word vomit. “Sleep told me IV liked what I did to him on stage last night, like he had a thing for it and wanted me to do it again, so – well, he started by telling me IV deserved praise and that he wanted to reward him himself, but was worried it would interfere with the tour – you both know how he gets when he says he wants to reward one of us – so he asked me to help him by rewarding IV for him in the meantime, and that’s when he told me IV liked the neck thing and the mask thing, and that I should use that to my advantage and really give IV what he wanted, and, okay I guess he didn’t specifically say to surprise IV, but it was implied, so that’s why I didn’t say anything last night.”
Vessel and II both seemed to be looking at III with the same wide-eyed blank stare, trying to take in everything he just threw at them.
II shook his head slightly and rubbed a hand down his face. “So, Sleep came to you at the altar and asked you to fuck IV for him?” It’s not that he didn’t believe III, it’s just that it sounded a bit uncharacteristic of Sleep to make a request like that at the ritual alter, and not literally any other time.
Sleep could speak to them through their mental bonds just like they could to each other. He didn’t need to pull them into the other plane of existence that he spoke to them in during a ritual; that was usually reserved for more formal conversations, specifically about worship and their followers.
III sighed. “Yeah alright, when you put it that way, it sounds a bit silly. But I promise, that’s what happened.”
“I believe you, love, I’m just a tad confused,” II said, sending a wave of reassurance through their bond. The last thing he wanted was for III to think that II actually thought he would lie like that about something relating to Sleep.
Vessel let out a quiet chuckle and just said, “Well that explains that then.”
All three of them turned a confused look toward Vessel at that.
“What explains what?” IV asked.
“Sleep was quite pleased when he met me in my dreams last night but had been sparse with the details. He simply told me that the night had gone wonderfully and that he was very happy with us and our dedication to serving him.” Vessel laughed and tossed an arm around III’s shoulder, stirring a slight wince from III that II noticed but Vessel seemed not to. “I’d wager he was also talking about how dedicated you were in fulfilling his wishes.”
Vessel squeezed his hand on III’s shoulder and III hissed in a breath between his teeth, eyes squinting against an even bigger wince. Vessel noticed that time and immediately pulled his hand back, concern in all six of his eyes.
III was quick to reassure him, “Sorry, you’re fine, I promise. Just a little tender there.”
II narrowed his eyes and got up to stand in front of III, catching his eyes as he looked up at II’s stern face. He was about to say something, likely to ask II what he was doing, but he cut him off before he could start by pulling at the neck of III’s hoodie so he could get a glimpse at his shoulder.
“Shit,” he breathed, taking in the smallest sliver of what looked to be a much larger system of bruising. He met III’s eyes again and simply said, “Take your hoodie off.”
He was solely paying attention to III at the moment, but he did hear quiet snickering behind him, so he knew IV was well aware of what they were all about to see. III’s cheeks flushed and he hesitated for only a moment before nodding and pulling the sweater over his head.
“Holy hell,” Vessel murmured beside them, seeing the full display of discolored skin for the first time.
II practically moaned at the sight. III’s shoulder was absolutely covered in bite marks and bruises, some already starting to change colors, painting III in purples and greens in between the smoky grey swirls of Sleep’s claim. He could see faint teeth marks over his clavicle, but the worst was right in the meaty bit where his shoulder met his neck, the dark ring of teeth marks so clear you could match them with their owner easily.
It wasn’t a conscious choice to reach his hand out, but II couldn’t have stopped himself from running his fingertips along the marks if he’d wanted to. A shiver rippled down III’s spine at the featherlight touches on the gnarly bruising and II could already see the first signs of his arousal sinking in, the flush in his cheeks inching its way down to his chest slowly the more attention II paid to his neck. In contrast to his reaction to the surprise grip of Vessel’s hand on his shoulder a moment before, III’s breath hitched as II started putting more pressure on some of the bruises, and when he held his thumb down directly over the purpled teeth marks, a breathy moan punched out of III.
“IV really did a number on you, didn’t he pretty boy?” II whispered teasingly, still holding his thumb down. “What did you do to make him maul you like this?”
III swallowed and glanced at IV still sat on the couch behind II, but quickly met II’s eyes again. “He was all worked up from my hand around his neck and pulling him by the mask around stage, so he put a plug in when he showered. He was, fuck, he was pretty desperate after I told him what Sleep asked of me and pulled him across the room by his neck.”
Vessel made a noise of approval from the back of his throat and ran a hand up the base of III’s head, lacing fingers through his hair. III was really starting to flush with the added attention, and II could practically feel IV’s stare burning into his back.
Without warning, II climbed into III’s lap, straddling his hips with his knees, and keeping his hand firm on his shoulder. He leaned in to whisper in III’s ear, “What’d you do with our good boy then?”
III wrapped his arms low around II’s back, just holding him there on his lap, and he let out another shaky breath. “I made him get on his knees and eat me out while I stood over him. I didn’t even notice the plug until I was about to cum.” II hummed in encouragement and leaned down to III’s unmarked shoulder, laying gentle kisses up and down as III continued. “Then I teased him with the plug while he rutted against my knee and, shit II.”
II pulled back from the rough bite he’d placed to admire his work. He would never get enough of marking his lovers up and seeing them claimed by each other the same way, and III’s skin just marked so easily, colors almost instantly blooming. “Keep going,” he urged, leaning back in to press more kisses into III’s long neck.
“Yeah, okay,” III said, tightening his hold on II minutely. II could see Vessel’s hand in III’s hair move ever so slightly, and the taller man hummed contently, telling him that Vessel was likely scratching his nails over his scalp. He also felt a large hand on his own thigh, and smiled against III’s neck as it started caressing gently. III took a breath right as II closed his mouth and sucked another new mark into his sensitive flesh, meaning his exhale was accompanied by a low groan. “I was playing with his plug and teasing him about why he brought such a big one –“
II nipped at III’s neck at the images playing behind his eyes, trying to picture which of IV’s plugs he’d brought with him.
“Ah, yeah and I-” he swallowed thickly. “I mentioned Vessel fucking him and filling him up and putting the plug in to keep it all in and keep him stretched out, and that’s when he bit my clavicle like that.”
Vessel’s hand on II’s leg clenched so hard II hissed, and he pulled away from the two of them to look over at IV. II’s eyes followed Vessel’s movement and he caught a glance of the heated look on his face as he pointed at the floor between his spread legs. “Come here, you.”
IV was onto his feet and standing in front of Vessel in no time, chest heaving like he was already breathing heavily. Vessel hooked his fingers into the pockets of IV’s sweatpants and pulled him forward as much as he could, IV’s shins knocking into the edge of the couch.
“Do you want that? What III said?” II and III both groaned when IV nodded.
Vessel’s pleased hum sent another wave of arousal through II, and he had to turn back to III’s neck when Vessel tugged at IV again, urging him to climb into his lap.
Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to start something like that when they were on their tour bus with half their crew, some of whom were in the bunks just on the other side of the door to the lounge, but II was quickly losing his ability to care. Most of the crew had stumbled upon things they shouldn’t have before; as long as they didn’t start making too much noise, they’d probably be fine, he told himself.
“Oh, but then,” III started, moving his hands down to cup II’s ass. He wasn’t doing anything more than that, but II felt a tingle of arousal settle in his gut at the suggestion of more. “Then I started teasing him about wearing the plug during a ritual –“
The sound of teeth colliding and the muffled moan from next to them told II that Vessel had hastily caught IV in a brutal kiss, and III huffed by II’s ear as he watched. II forced down a moan trying to work its way out of him and just hummed into the hot skin of III’s neck.
“Gods you should have heard him. He was so desperate for it, and making all these gorgeous noises as I fucked him with his plug. He was practically attached to my shoulder, marking me up all pretty like you are right now baby.” III squeezed II’s ass in emphasis, and II did moan against his neck then, going a bit boneless in his arms.
The bus had been driving pretty smoothly for the last hour or so, just small little jostles here and there from being in a moving vehicle, but before III could start talking again, they must have hit a pretty bad pothole in the road. The movement of each of the bus’s wheels running over it had everyone bouncing slightly, and if he wasn’t distracted by his own situation, II might have heard a couple curses from the front of the bus as people dropped things or hit body parts.
As it was, all four of them in the back lounge were making enough reactionary noises of their own. IV and Vessel were groaning into each other’s mouths as their erections ground against each other, and II and III were gasping and cursing as III lost his balance and brought II down with him as he fell back against the couch.
Panting, III took a moment to collect himself and tighten his grip on II’s ass before he continued his retelling of the night before. II was still working his way all over III’s neck and shoulder, doing his best to outdo the mess of color on the opposite side.
“Fuck, II. Ah, okay, but what took it all to another level was when I started teasing about IV playing a ritual still plugged full of Vessel’s cum –“ Vessel nearly growled against IV’s mouth, “–and how he’d be so distracted and trying to focus on playing when all he wanted was one of us to fuck his pretty little brains out.”
II shifted on top of III so they each had a leg between each other’s, and slowly rolled his hips down into III’s toned thigh, needing the friction against his dick. III’s breath hitched and he thrust his hips up against II, seeking the same.
“I was, ah hell – he didn’t know it, but I had two fingers in my cunt, getting them nice and wet as I was talking to him.”
II could hear IV whine, but he couldn’t tell if it was from what III was saying or from something Vessel had done to him. II was too busy picturing everything coming from III’s mouth and moaning around the bite he’d just placed.
“And I was telling him how we’d corner him in the green room after the ritual and bend him over the couch. We would – I said we would take the plug out and fill him up with something else, and I did that to him as I said it. I pulled out that big plug and shoved two fingers in his pretty little hole, and oh gods, he came so hard guys. And that’s what the big bite is from; he clamped his mouth down on me when he came, and he was making such pretty noises and fucking himself on my fingers too. Gods, it was so fucking hot.”
II and III were steadily grinding their hips against each other’s thighs and II could only imagine IV and Vessel were doing the same, if the quiet noises of pleasure coming from the two of them were any indication. Thinking III was done retelling their night, II had pulled back from his neck with the intention of catching him in a kiss, but III was still going.
“It was so hot, but it was nothing compared to Sleep keeping him hard so he could go again.”
A noise somewhere between disbelief and need punched its way out of II and he turned his head to stare at IV, propping himself up by his hands against III’s abdomen. Vessel had pulled IV’s head back by his grip in his hair, and both their chests heaved between them.
The idea of IV being able to get hard again and cum more than once in one night was so foreign to all of them, knowing full well his refractory period was so ridiculously long that it was near impossible for that to happen naturally. Thinking of Sleep making it so it was actually possible had them all reeling.
Vessel’s hands snaked under IV’s shirt, drawing it up with his hands as they drifted up his sides and across his back. “What did you think about that, love?” he asked quietly, holding IV’s gaze intently with all six of his eyes.
IV shivered slightly at Vessel’s hands on his skin. “I…fuck, I didn’t know what to think at first. But it was so good.”
Vessel trailed his hands down to slip under the waistband of IV’s pants, grabbing handfuls of his ass and encouraging IV to keep rolling his hips against Vessel. “And did he keep fucking you on his fingers? Using a plug like that must have meant you were practically begging to get fucked.”
A small whine worked its way out of IV’s throat as he ground his cock against Vessel’s. III’s hands were on II’s ass almost identically to Vessel’s on IV’s, but it wasn’t long before he trailed one hand back over his hips to tease at his waistband, fingers tickling against his belly. II was still focused on watching Vessel and IV, but he welcomed the continued attention from III.
“No, he –“ IV said, shaking his head a little and starting again. “Well, yes, he did, but that was later, after I’d cum the second time.”
“Fuck,” II breathed, eyes closing for just a moment as he pictured it. III’s hand was untying the drawstring of his joggers and his fingers dipped beneath the fabric as Vessel kept asking questions.
“So, what did you two do between your first orgasm and your second?”
IV’s eyes darted to III for a brief second, taking another to watch II’s reaction to III’s fingers brushing against his dick. He swallowed hard and turned back to Vessel as II tried to keep his eyes open against the rush of pleasure III was teasing out of him.
“Well first, I had him begging on my fingers, telling him how easy it would be to open him up to take both of us.”
Vessel groaned and dropped his head on the back of the couch, his hips grinding up into IV at the suggestion.
II felt like he was about to short circuit. They all knew that III really wanted to try taking both IV and Vessel at the same time, but they hadn’t gotten to the point where they had an actionable plan yet, so it wasn’t happening any time soon. The idea always slightly melted II’s brain anyways, knowing that he sometimes struggled to take IV by himself, and there was no way he’d ever want to try for both. But the thought of III’s cunt stretched out by two dicks at once always made his own throb.
III must have felt it against his fingers, because he leaned in to whisper in II’s ear, “You like thinking about me taking both our boys?” II just nodded breathlessly and gasped at the sudden pressure of III’s fingers on either side of his hooded dick, rolling them up and down to coax it to full hardness. “I know you brought a strap with you. You should fuck me with it when we get to the hotel.”
“Yeah, alright,” II agreed, as if doing so wasn’t already at the forefront of his mind after what IV had said.
IV groaned at another harsh grind of their hips but continued. “And then I pulled him down on my cock and fucked him so good he could hardly talk. But he was still getting a little mouthy, so I pulled him off and started teasing him until he was begging for me again and I fucked him until he came on my cock, and then kept fucking him until I came.”
II cursed under his breath and rocked himself against III’s fingers, half lost in trying to visualize everything IV was saying. He looked back at IV when he heard a hiss, but it was just from the surprise of Vessel shoving a hand down IV’s pants to wrap around his aching cock. He shuddered out a small moan and rolled his hips into Vessel’s hand, his eyes dropping closed as Vessel started laying kisses up and down his neck.
II could feel III’s fingers moving across the length of his small dick and felt his hole clench in need as those fingers started inching lower. III drug two long fingers over him, gauging how wet he was and collecting some of it on his fingers. II was always in awe at how wet III got over just about anything, because it took a lot more for II to get anywhere close to that point, but he was getting beyond worked up just hearing about his lover’s night together, let alone how well III knew to work him over to begin with.
Just as III slipped one finger into him, he leaned forward to catch II’s moan in a kiss, and IV started talking again. “But that wasn’t enough for him, so I shoved a couple fingers in next to my cock and kept fucking him until he was squirting around me.”
II’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as III devoured his mouth and rocked his long finger in and out of him. III didn’t squirt often, but that was something II had never even been able to do, so it always knocked the breath out of him when III did.
He heard IV’s breaths getting gradually shallower and could hear the slide of skin against skin as Vessel continued stroking IV’s cock and kissing along his neck.
“And even that wasn’t enough for him, so he used my thigh to get off again. That’s when he told me Sleep is planning on visiting me when we get back, and he told me all about what to expect from that. He told me what Sleep’s done to you guys too, and, fuck,” he gasped at the same time that II moaned into III’s mouth from the crook of his finger. “And then he rubbed himself against my soft cock and got his fingers back in me. Gods, I thought I liked it when you guys fucked me through the oversensitivity after I came, but after I came twice? Fucking - oh gods, I don’t stand a chance of staying coherent once Sleep gets his hands on me if he’s gonna keep letting me cum like that.”
II heard another muffled moan, so he knew Vessel had captured him in another deep kiss, and it soon became evident that IV was done talking, or at least that his mouth was otherwise occupied for the time being. He was distantly aware that the background music of the game III and Vessel had been playing before all of this started was still filling the room, though he was much more focused on the noises he and his lovers were all making.
III slowly worked a second finger into II, who was groaning into their kiss and tangling his hands into III’s long hair, pulling soft moans from him as well. He could feel himself getting closer, and if he wasn’t so worked up, he might have thought about trying to get III off as well, but his mind was too clouded with need to think that clearly.
He did, however, notice the bus slowing down and making a couple turns, indicating they had gotten off the highway for some reason. He pulled away from the kiss and looked through the window over III’s shoulder to see if he could figure out what was happening, and he saw the bus pulling into the parking lot of a restaurant. “Oh shit,” he whispered. “I think we’re stopping for lunch, guys.”
Vessel groaned, and as II looked his way, he knew it was out of frustration from the irritated look on his face. “Not exactly hungry right now,” he muttered, hand stilling on IV.
IV whined but said, “Me either.”
II looked at III, almost certain of his answer already, since he had not once stopped moving his fingers. III just smirked and said, “If everyone else goes and we stay, we can make as much noise as we want.” II practically whimpered at the suggestion and III shot a look back at the other two as he curled his fingers inside of II. “Vess, go tell someone we’re not joining them, but see if they’ll bring us back something,”
“Why me?”
III laughed and gestured between them all with his free hand. “Seriously? You’re the least conspicuous right now.”
Vessel grumbled, but helped IV off his lap gently, and adjusted himself in his pants as he stood. Not that it helped much, but with his preference for those loose flowy pants of his, Vessel looked like he had a boner at least half of the time anyways, so no one would likely think anything of it.
IV had been deposited right next to III and II, and as Vessel made his way to the main part of the bus, he propped himself up on his knees and placed a hand on each of their thighs. He smiled fondly at them and said, “I don’t know if I’ll ever get over how good you two look together.”
II tried to swallow his moan and immediately did it again when he glanced down and saw IV’s sweatpants still tucked under his balls, his hard cock hanging heavy and making II’s mouth water.
IV caught that look and wrapped a hand around himself, leaning close to II and whispering hotly, “Something you want love?”
III’s fingers finally slowed to a stop inside of him, both a blessing and a curse as II whined but tried to regain a little composure. He barely had a chance to catch his breath before III was leaning in on his other side and whispering, “If you want something, you’ve gotta ask for it. Isn’t that something you always tell us, sir?”
II’s eyes shut again and he groaned at the reminder of the position he had gotten himself into.
From the moment he saw III’s shoulder, II had planned on being in control and teasing III and IV about what they’d gotten up to the night before. He wasn’t entirely sure when that had gotten away from him, but somewhere along the way, he’d practically placed the reigns in III’s awaiting hands and slipped into a role he didn’t take often. III teasing at the title II asks them to call him when he’s domming had II clenching around III’s stilled fingers.
He shook his head minutely, eyes still closed, and mumbled, “Not sir. Maybe later, but not now.”
IV’s breath hitched at the admission, fueling the little voice in the back of II’s head telling him he should give up control more often.
III grinned slyly and placed a couple kisses along his jawline. “Yeah? You just wanna be our baby right now?”
II opened his eyes to look at III, feeling almost shy as he nodded and quietly asked, “Please?”
“Anything my baby wants,” III said sweetly, leaning back in for a slow kiss. When he pulled away, he kept eye contact with II but nodded his head in IV’s direction. “Now, I believe IV asked you a question.”