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   “Come on, let’s go to that one,” IV exclaimed, dragging III along behind him. The taller man let out an amused huff, following behind his bandmate.

   The two were at the mall, having spent about an hour wandering around already. And they had only visited about five stores. IV, being the overeager man that he was, insisted that they went into every store they passed by. He and III had gone there to shop for some clothes, as they were about to leave for a tour somewhere extremely hot, especially compared to what they were typically accustomed to. So far, III had gotten a few t-shirts and shorts for both himself and Vessel, seeing as they were about a similar height, and IV had picked out a few pieces of clothes for II, though easily got sidetracked and had yet to buy himself anything that was relevant to why they were here.

   III walked after IV, laughing a little as the pair made their way inside yet another clothing store. Looking around, he took note of the items that caught his eye, but he also stayed close to IV, knowing how easily distracted the other man could get. As they wandered through the aisles, he found himself pausing at a rack of shirts, his eyes scanning over the different designs and colours. After a moment, he picked up a hanger with a soft cotton t-shirt in hand. It was a simple design, but it was thin and seemed comfortable enough. He held it up for IV to see, a slight grin on his face.

   “Hey, what do you think of this one?"

   IV didn’t respond, standing a few metres in front of him. The guitarist was staring at something further into the store, though it wasn’t clear exactly what. III followed IV’s gaze, trying to see what he was looking at. He couldn’t quite see what had him so enthralled, but he had a feeling that it probably wasn’t anything related to shirts. With a weary sigh, he took a few steps closer to the shorter man and bumped him gently with his shoulder.

   “IV? You still with me, mate?” he said, amusement present in his voice.

   “Huh-“ IV seemed to have snapped out of it. He quickly glanced over at III, before shaking his head. “Yeah, no, I’m fine,” he mumbled, unusually quiet.

   They stood in awkward silence for a moment, though IV soon stepped around the other man, making his way towards the rack of tops III had been skimming through. III watched as IV moved away, his expression shifting to one of slight confusion. It was rare for the usually loud and confident man to become so quiet and distracted. His gaze followed him over to the rack of clothing, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied IV’s face. He turned back to look in the direction IV had been staring in. It took him a bit of searching, but III eventually found what he believed IV had been looking at.

   Further back into the store, past all the normal, everyday clothes, was a drawn curtain, the lights a bit dimmer there. But as III peered past the shadows, he spotted the items the store sold back there. There were more mature products being sold, like some toys and accessories, though what caught III’s eye was one of the mannequins, this one standing next to one of many counters, a dark, maroon-coloured clothing lying atop the table in neatly folded piles. The mannequin was pale, contrasting the clothes it was wearing, and highlighting the lack of ‘skin’ said clothes covered. Adorning the mannequin was a matching set of that same, deep red clothing. It was some sort of lingerie, consisting of a bra and panties, both decorated with lace. The material was sheer, barely covering anything.

   Normally, III wouldn’t have cared that much, though what made it all more interesting, was the fact that the mannequin that wore those effeminate garments was a male one.

   III, being both a curious and mischievous man by nature, took a step forward, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. He glanced over his shoulder at IV, who was still ‘browsing’ through the shirts. He knew now what had the guitarist so entranced now, a fact that was both amusing to him and maybe just a bit interesting.

   “Hey, IV. I think I know what you were looking at,” he called out in a slightly mocking tone. The other man’s face burned bright red, clearly embarrassed. IV was silent, only letting out a quiet huff in response, attempting to mask his sheepishness with annoyance.

   “Okay, and?” IV scoffed out, unconsciously forcing an irritated smile on his face. He didn’t look up at III as he spoke.

   III noticed the rosy hue of embarrassment that tinted IV’s cheeks and almost laughed. As much as the shorter man tried to hide it, III knew better. He walked over to IV, leaning against the rack of shirts beside him.

   “And,” III started, his tone still holding that mocking lilt. “I think I know why you were staring at it.” A smirk found itself on his face. “You wanna wear it, don’t you?”

   IV visibly tensed at III’s words, though he tried to maintain his composure. He let out a scoff and rolled his eyes, though the redness in his cheeks gave him away.

   “What? No. No way. Why would I?” he answered, still refusing to meet the taller man’s gaze. III let out a quiet chuckle, his smirk growing.

   “Oh, come on. Your face is a dead giveaway, IV. You know I can tell when you’re lying.“ He leaned closer, his arms crossing. IV’s face flushed an even deeper shade of red at III’s words and how close he was. Despite his embarrassment, the smaller man still stubbornly tried to play it cool.

   “Shut up. You’re just making stuff up.” He attempted to sound annoyed, but III could hear the quiver in his voice. He chuckled again, amused by IV’s futile attempts at hiding his interest.

   “Oh, am I now?” III smiled. “So you’re telling me, if I asked you right now if you want to try that outfit on, you’d say no?”

   IV opened his mouth to respond, to deny the claim that III had made, only for complete silence to fall from his parted lips. He slowly closed his mouth, his brows furrowing slightly as he turned his head to the side to avoid the other man’s eyes. Internally, he knew III was right, but… he couldn’t admit that. He didn’t want to. It was embarrassing, in IV’s opinion, and just plain shameful, for a man to even consider wearing something like that. He wasn’t supposed to, but he couldn’t quite deny it. IV was stuck, unsure of what to even say or do.

   III watched as IV struggled to respond, his smirk only growing at the sight. As much as the smaller man tried to fight it, III was right.

   “See? Your silence is all I need,” he mused. His tone was still slightly mocking, though it was growing a bit softer as he watched IV. “You’d look so pretty in it, you know?” III chuckled. He was teasing him, trying to see if he could fluster the other man even more. “The red would look good on you…”

   At III’s words, IV’s cheeks flushed a darker shade of red, a mixture of embarrassment and a hint of… excitement? Despite the guilt and shame he felt, there was a small part of IV that wanted… wanted what III was suggesting. Wanted to know what it’d be like. But at the same time, he was scared. This was wrong in a sense, wasn’t it? Men weren’t supposed to want this, let alone wear these sorts of things. IV was conflicted, torn between obeying the norm and giving in to an unfamiliar—yet compelling—desire.

   III could see the inner battle in IV’s expression, the struggle between wanting and guilt. He softened his tone, leaning in closer.

   “There’s no shame in it, y’know,” he said, gently. “It’s just clothes, after all. And like I said, you’d look pretty in it..”

   III noticed how IV avoided his gaze, as if unable to face it. He reached out, gently tilting the other man’s face towards him, his touch light.

   “IV, look at me.”

   IV's heart skipped a beat as III spoke, his voice a gentle, soothing sound. The words hit him like a bolt of electricity, igniting a spark of temptation deep within. He tried to resist, but the allure was too strong. He slowly turned his head to face III, his cheeks still flushed with a rosy hue. He met III's gaze, his eyes wide and vulnerable. He couldn't bear to hide his conflicting emotions any longer, not when the other man could see right through him. It was a strength III had that IV cursed him for. The bassist could always tell what was on his mind. He tried to form words, to respond, but all that came out was a strangled sound. III smiled softly at IV’s response, his heart rate picking up slightly. The way the other man looked, it was almost too much. To see him so flushed, so vulnerable… III had to admit, it was a good look on him. He gently cupped the other’s cheek in his hand, tracing his thumb over IV’s lower lip. The touch was light, almost reverent.

   “You’re so pretty when you’re flustered,” he said under his breath, the words barely more than a whisper. “And honestly… I think you’d look even prettier in that red set..”

   IV was quiet for a moment.

   “You… you really think so?” he mumbled, leaning into the warmth that was III’s hand. He paused for a second or two, staring up into the taller man’s eyes the entire time, looking for any hint of a lie, though he found none. “Isn’t it… wrong, though?”

   III gently shook his head, his gaze never leaving IV’s.

   “No. There’s nothing wrong with it, love,” he murmured, his thumb still tracing over IV’s lip. His other hand moved to hold the smaller man’s chin, tilting his face up a bit more. “It’s just clothes, that’s all. Clothes you’d look beautiful in..”

   He then paused for a moment, his next words just a little quieter.

   “And… I want to see you in them.."

   IV swallowed, still staring up into III’s eyes. The other’s words were like honey, sweet and tempting. Every syllable was a step further into his desires, closer to succumbing to the curiosity that had been plaguing him. He let out a shaky breath, closing his eyes.

   “But… what if someone sees?” he said, his eyes fluttering open. His voice was soft and timid, a contrast from how he usually sounded. “What if- what if they notice?”

   III chuckled at IV’s words, his expression softening.

   “Trust me, nobody will notice,” he assured, gently. He then leaned in, close enough that he could practically feel the other man’s breath. “And if they do… let them.”

   He pressed a soft, fleeting kiss to the corner of IV’s mouth, almost teasingly.

   “Let them see how lovely you are in that red set, how pretty you look with it on.”

   IV let out a small sigh at III’s words, at the way he was speaking to him. The way III was touching him. It always comforted him. The mixture of guilt and shame he’d been feeling moments before was slowly fading, replaced by a growing desire… curiosity. He closed his eyes again, his chest heaving with each breath.

   “Maybe…” he mumbled, his voice small and shaky. “Maybe I… do want to wear it. Just… just to see….”

   III chuckled again, the sound more of a soft huff this time.

   “See? You want to try it on. I knew you did,” he murmured, his voice almost proud. He could see the internal battle in IV dying out, his curiosity taking over. “And you’d look so good in it. Especially a pretty set like that..” He cupped IV’s cheek again, gently rubbing his thumb over the skin. “And I’ll be right here while you try it on. Would you like that, love?”

   IV quietly nodded his head, the action hesitant and nervous. III smiled at IV’s response, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes.

   “Perfect. Let’s go, then.”

   He gently took IV’s hand in his own, lacing their fingers together. With a firm yet gentle grip, III led the shorter man over to the area of the store that was draped off with a curtain.

   As they stepped behind the curtain, they were met with soft lighting, accentuating the colours of various clothings and accessories. The area was quieter, secluded from the rest of the store. III led IV past all the racks of clothes, all the way to the back of the area. He stopped, staring at one of the mannequins. It was the one wearing the red set, the same one that had gotten IV so entranced.

   III turned to look at the shorter man, a sly smile on his face.

   “Here it is,” he said, a slight teasing lilt to his voice. He then motioned to a small room in the corner. “There’s a changing room over there. Go try it on.”

   IV followed where III had directed him to look at, his gaze landing on the few stalls that waited not too far from where they were standing. He turned around to face the other man.

   “… you won’t let anybody see, right?” he inquired one last time, concern flashing across his face. His hand tightened around III’s, almost unconsciously. III shook his head, his hand gently squeezing IV’s back in reassurance. He understood the smaller man’s hesitation, how nervous he was.

   “No one will see, love. I swear it,” he said softly. “It’ll just be you and me back there.” He then gently released IV’s hand, only to reach up to brush a strand of hair out of the other’s face. “You’re safe with me. I promise you that. Now go try it on. I want to see you in it.”

   IV just stared at the other man for one last moment, before reluctantly releasing III’s hand. He found himself picking up two garments—one bra and one pair of panties—both labelled with an ‘S’ for the size. He held the pieces of lingerie close, as if he was afraid of someone potentially seeing what he was holding. He glanced back over at III, who just gave him a kind smile, before walking off into one of the vacant stalls. III watched as IV disappeared into one of the stalls, his heart fluttering slightly in anticipation. He knew how vulnerable the other man was feeling, how nervous he was. He wanted to ease those nerves as soon as possible. He leaned against the wall nearby, patiently waiting for IV to change. He hummed to himself softly, drumming his fingers against his thigh as he waited. He was itching to see his bandmate in that set of lingerie.

—

   Inside the stall, IV set the clothes onto the small bench that was placed against one of the walls. There was a full-body mirror to his left, and some hooks on the door. He shrugged off his hoodie, hanging it on one of the hooks. He then stripped his t-shirt off, folding it in half and letting it sit on top of his hoodie, on the hanger. His trousers followed suit, now hanging on the hook next to his hoodie and top. He was left in his undergarments, just a plain pair of boxers. He hesitated briefly, his eyes nervously flickering to the scarlet clothes, but he forced himself to look forwards, at the mirror. His thumbs hooked into the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down and dropping them onto the bench.

   He finally turned to the lingerie, his breath growing a little ragged, and his heart pounding in his chest. He felt so anxious, so uncertain. Though, as he closed his eyes and replayed the comforting words III had spoken to him, he let out a deep breath, opening his eyes, and began to pick up the bra from the set.

   He slipped his arms through the thin straps, lining the thin lace up, and closing the clasp at the back in place with a small snap. He grabbed the panties from the bench, putting them on as well. They fit quite well, hugging his body perfectly. He could feel the cool air hitting his bare skin, brushing against far too much than he was used to.

   He had kept his gaze to the floor the entire time, his body growing warm as he finally tilted his head up. He was met with his reflection. He flinched at the sight, and was tempted to look away. But he didn’t. As apprehensive as he was about wearing the clothes, he couldn’t deny the odd, almost content feeling he received as he examined himself in the mirror. The bra lacked padding, highlighting the flat plane of his chest. The panties were thin, and his package could easily be seen through it. It was odd, seeing himself like this. Never in a million year would he have imagined himself in the position he was in today.

   IV turned away from the mirror, staring at the door now. He felt his breathing pick up, and his hands began to fidget with themselves. He was extremely embarrassed, but he inched closer to the door, a hand reaching out to grab the handle. And, slowly, he opened it.

—

   III’s eyes had been trained on the stall, waiting patiently for IV to emerge. And when the other man finally opened the door, his breath caught in his throat. His gaze wandered over the shorter man, taking in every detail of the sight before him. The crimson set of lingerie fit IV like a glove, hugging his slim body in all the right places, accentuating his slender frame. The contrast between the scarlet fabric and his pale skin was almost sinful, causing III’s heart rate to pick up.

   He let out a long, shaky breath.

   “God… you look so good…”

   III pushed himself off the wall, coming to stand in front of IV. His gaze was still fixed on the other man, taking in the way the lingerie looked on his body. He couldn’t take his eyes off IV. He carefully pushed the door open, just a but more, before gently placed his hands on the smaller man’s hips, his touch light and soft.

   “You’re stunning, love,” he murmured, his voice low. “You’re so goddamn beautiful…”

   As III ran his hands over IV’s waist, he couldn’t help but let out another shaky breath. The smaller man looked so vulnerable, so beautiful. His hands moved up, tracing the lacy bra that adorned IV’s chest.

   “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to see you like this…” he whispered, his voice filled with desire. “Wanted to see you all pretty in something like this… And you did it for me… you’re so good, love. So damn good.”

   III’s hands continued to roam the other man’s body, exploring every inch of skin that the lingerie exposed. He gently guided IV backwards, into the stall again, to one of the mirrors, positioning him in front of the glass. He stood behind the other man, his chest pressing against IV’s back. He leaned in close, his voice a low, rumbling whisper in the other man’s ear.

   “Look at yourself, sweetheart. See how gorgeous you are? See how goddamn stunning you look?”

   As III pressed himself against IV’s back, the smaller man met his gaze through the mirror, his cheeks still flushed a rosy red. IV was still clearly embarrassed, but there was an air of arousal growing in his chest. He swallowed thickly, keeping his gaze locked on the mirror. His eyes flicked over to himself, taking in the way the scarlet lingerie looked against his pale skin. How the thin material clung to his body, highlighting the curve of his waist and the dip of his hips. His breathing was growing more erratic, his heart beating rapidly in his chest.

   III pressed his face into the crook of IV’s neck, nuzzling the skin there before leaving a trail of slow, soft kisses. His hands gently traced over the other man’s hips, his touch gentle but possessive.

   “Look at you, love…” he murmured, his mouth pressed against IV’s skin. “You’re so damn perfect. You’re so gorgeous. You look so good in those, all for me…”

   His words were slow, slightly slurred. He could feel the desire coursing through him, the hunger for more. He moved his mouth up towards IV’s ear, his teeth gently nipping at the lobe. He wanted more. He needed more. He wrapped his arms around IV, holding him flush against his body.

“You’re mine, love,” he whispered, the words a possessive growl. “You’re all mine and you look so damn good in that. So damn beautiful. You’re perfect.”

   He let his hands wander again, feeling the material of the lingerie under his fingers. His touch was still light, but the desire in his eyes was growing stronger. IV let out a soft whimper, his head tilting back slightly, giving III more access to his neck. He could feel the other man’s kisses, the light nips of his teeth against his skin, and it sent a shiver down his spine. He looked back up at the mirror, watching as III’s hands roamed his body, gently caressing every inch of exposed skin. It was so overwhelming, but in such a good way.

   “Wait, III…” he suddenly murmured, his voice barely a whisper. “W-we shouldn’t do this right now, the… the door’s open…”

   III grumbled slightly at IV’s words, his lips still pressed against the shorter man’s neck. He was so caught up in the moment, he had nearly forgotten that they were in a public area, that anyone could walk in and see. He stopped, pulling his mouth away from IV’s skin, and gently spun the other man around, pinning him against the wall. He stared down at the other man, his gaze dark and hungry.

   “You’re right... We shouldn’t…” he agreed, his voice slightly strained, “but you’re making it so damn difficult…”

   He continued to look down at IV, his gaze roaming the man’s figure, the way the lingerie hugged his body. He took in the way the maroon garments contrasted against his fair skin, all the lovely curves and dips of his body. It was practically driving him insane. He let out a slow, shaky breath, trying to compose himself, to restrain the desire that was coursing through his veins. He placed his hands on either side of IV, effectively pinning the other man against the wall.

   “God… you’re such a tease…” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. IV let out a small gasp, the sound involuntary. He could practically feel the bassist’s body heat from how close they were. His eyes flitted, briefly, from III to the ajar door of the stall, peeking over at the outside, as if to check if anyone was walking by at the moment, before meeting III’s gaze once more.

   “The door, III…” he quietly pointed out again, his words bordering on a plead, by this point. He felt so embarrassed, wearing clothes that were supposed to be work by women. He didn’t need anyone else seeing him, much less someone catching him in them whilst he was ‘busy’ with III. III’s gaze flicked over to the door, his heart rate picking up again. It was still open, even just a little bit. Someone could see them. The thought of it made excitement pool in his stomach, but he quickly pushed away the desire, focusing on IV instead. He knew how nervous the other man was, how exposed the situation made him feel.

   “Yeah, you’re right…” he agreed once more, though he still made no move to fix the situation. He only kept IV pinned against the wall.

   He looked back down at the other man, his gaze roaming IV’s body once more. III’s fingers gently traced over the edge of the bra IV was wearing, his touch light but possessive. He couldn’t deny that the whole situation was extremely hot, but he knew he needed to get a hold of himself. He gently lifted IV’s chin up, looking him in the eyes, his gaze dark with desire.

   “You look so goddamn pretty, sweetheart… It’s taking all of my self control to not pin you down and just take you against this wall right now.” His words were soft, but the hunger was evident in his voice. IV let out a quiet whimper, his eyes wide, his cheeks flushed. His heart was racing, his mind a mess of nervousness and desire. He couldn’t deny the way III’s words affected him, how he was simultaneously wanting the other to carry out his threat, and to escape the stall. He could feel III’s eyes roaming over his body, taking in every detail, and he could feel how tense the other man was.

   “III… we-“ he tried to speak, tried to get the words out, but he kept getting distracted. The feeling of III’s touch on his skin, the sound of III’s words echoing in his head… it was all too much for him. III’s touch was becoming more urgent, his hands roaming over IV’s body with an increasing hunger. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against IV's, his breath coming out in short, ragged gasps. He couldn’t help himself, he was going crazy. The way IV looked in that pretty, scarlet lingerie… the way he sounded, so breathless and needy. It was pushing him to the edge of his self control. And the fact that they were in a public place, where anyone could just walk in and see them… it just made everything even more intense. III’s hands moved to the waistband of IV’s panties, toying with the elastic band.

   “You’re driving me insane…” he whispered, his voice strained, barely managing to hold himself back. He wanted the other man so badly, it was becoming impossible to resist. “Can you feel how much I want you right now?”

   He pressed himself against IV, his body flush against the other man’s. He could feel IV’s heart pounding, the way his chest rose and fell with each ragged breath. Meanwhile, IV gasped, feeling something stiff and familiar prodding against his hip.

   “Do you feel how hard you make me?” III whispered, his lips brushing against IV’s ear, his body pressing even closer against the shorter man’s. IV let out another soft whimper, the sound low and desperate. He could feel how hard III was, the proof of his desire, and it only heightened his own need. He was drowning in a sea of want and embarrassment, unable to deny the effect III had on him.

   “III… anyone could walk in…” he managed to gasp, his breath coming in short, ragged pants. He was finding it harder and harder to form coherent sentences. III’s grip on IV’s waist tightened, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He knew IV was right, that they were taking a risk, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He just wanted the other man, needed him, badly. His body was on fire, his desire growing with each passing moment.

   “I know… I know, but I want you so goddamn badly right now.” His words were coming out in a strained growl, his voice thick with hunger. “I don’t care who sees us. I don’t care who walks in.”

   His hands moved to cup IV’s face, pulling him into a rough, desperate kiss. He poured all of his want, his desire and desperation, into the kiss. His tongue darted out to swipe at IV’s lower lip, silently asking for entry. He was teetering on the edge, barely holding on to his composure. The feeling of IV in that lingerie, the way he looked, the sounds he made… III was losing control, and he couldn’t bring himself to care anymore. He just needed IV, now. IV melted against III, his body and mind becoming overwhelmed with the sensation of the kiss. He couldn’t think straight, couldn’t form coherent thoughts. He let out a needy whine, his mouth parting to give III access to his mouth. He felt the taller man’s tongue slip in, exploring his mouth with a rough, desperate insistence that only fueled his desire.

   III’s hands moved, sliding down to the other man’s thighs, holding him tightly, gripping the lacy material of the panties. He pulled IV’s body flush against his, lifting him up slightly, pressing the shorter man even harder against the wall. IV gasped at the sudden change in position, his legs instinctively wrapping around III’s waist in response to the movement. He could feel III’s hardness grinding against his clothed crotch, the friction creating a wave of heat in his lower abdomen. He let out a strangled moan, his head lolling back against the wall, his eyes fluttering shut.

   “God, you’re so pretty,” III murmured against IV’s neck, his lips leaving an array of hot, open-mouthed kisses against the pale skin. He could feel IV trembling in his arms, his whole body trembling, and it only fueled his own desire. He could feel IV’s erection growing, pressing up against his stomach, and he couldn’t help but press his hips against the other man’s to elicit a reaction. He bit down on IV’s neck, his teeth leaving a mark on the skin. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now…”

   The moan that left IV’s throat was embarrassingly loud, betraying his growing desperation. He held onto III even tighter, his body growing hotter with each passing moment, his own desire growing with every passing moment. He pressed his face into the crook of III’s neck, his breath coming out in stuttered bursts. He knew someone could walk in and see them. So he had to be quiet. But all he could think about was III and the way he made him feel. He felt so vulnerable, so exposed, but it was intoxicating. III, as if reading his thoughts, let out a low, possessive growl. His hands roamed over every inch of IV’s body, tracing over the lacy lingerie with an almost desperate urgency. He could feel how sensitive IV was, how every touch left the man trembling and moaning against him. He wanted to make him come undone, he wanted to hear III’s name spill from his lips.

   He moved his lips up to IV's ear, his breath hot against the shorter man's skin, before nipping at the lobe. His hands continued their journey over the other man's body, finally resting on his ass.

   "I want to hear you say my name," he murmured, his words a gruff command. He wanted to hear that pretty, desperate voice, wanted to hear IV pleading for him. “Can you do that for me, sweetheart?" He continued to grind his hips against the smaller man's, applying just enough pressure to make him whine. "Say my name."

   IV's whole body was on fire underneath III's touch, his mind barely able to form coherent thoughts. All he could focus on was the feel of III's hands on him, the way he was grinding against him, and the sound of his voice, low and commanding in his ear. IV's mind was overwhelmed and he felt so damn needy. He just wanted, needed, more.

   "III..." he gasped out, his voice low and breathless. "Please..."

   III’s heart skipped at the sound of IV’s voice, the desperate edge to his words driving him crazy. He had barely given him any more than touch and a few kisses, and he was already a whimpering, needy mess in his arms. And it was glorious. He lifted his head to look at IV, taking in the sight of the shorter man, all breathless and red-faced, wearing that pretty lingerie. He had never seen a more beautiful sight.

   “Please… what?” He asked, his hands still gripping the other man’s ass. IV's cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red at the question, his mind muddled with desire. He couldn't focus on anything but the feeling of III's body against his own, the way his own chest heaved with each ragged breath. He could practically feel III’s hard cock through their clothes, and it was driving him insane.

   "Please... I- I want-" he stuttered out, his voice catching in his throat. He couldn't find the right words, his thoughts and emotions too muddled with want. His hands clutched at the fabric of III’s shirt, his knuckles turning white with how tightly he was gripping the material. III let out a small hiss at the feeling of IV’s thighs gripping him tighter, his fingers digging into the flesh of the smaller man’s ass. He could feel the tension building in the other man’s body, could see how overwhelmed he was, and damn it was so good. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against IV’s ear.

   “Use your words, sweetheart…” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. “I need you to ask me nicely.”

   His words were like a command, and IV felt like he was drowning in a sea of want, his own need growing with each passing moment. He let out a whine and buried his face in III’s neck, his body trembling against the other man’s.

   “Please,” he managed to gasp out, his words coming out shaky and desperate. “Please, I-I need you… I need you so much….”

   His hands clutched at III’s shirt even tighter, his fingers clinging to the fabric as if he was afraid he would fall if he let go. III could feel himself growing impossibly harder at the sound of the smaller man’s voice, the pleading tone sending a shiver through his spine. He wanted to hear IV beg for him, he wanted to see the man a complete, incoherent mess, desperate and needy for his touch. And judging by how IV’s body was trembling against his and the way the other man was whimpering in his ear, he wasn’t so far from that.

   A small, victorious smirk graced III’s lips.

   “That’s a good boy. You have no idea how good those words sound right now.”

   III’s hands moved again, gripping IV’s thighs even tighter than before. He could feel the tension in the shorter man’s body, could sense how desperate IV was for him. He let his lips brush against IV’s earlobe, his touch both gentle and possessive. His voice was a low, heated growl in the other man’s ear.

   “Do you know how good you look, like this? All pretty in those lace panties, all flustered and begging for me?”

   He gave IV’s earlobe a quick nip, his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin, before pulling away to look at the other man, his gaze roaming over IV’s figure. He could see how wrecked he was, how needy and desperate he was for him.

   “God… you’re so goddamn beautiful…” He let his gaze linger on IV, his eyes lingering over the scarlet lingerie, the way it clung to the other man's body, highlighting his every curve. "And all mine.”

   His hands moved, running over the smaller man's body, their touch growing more possessive. His fingers traced over the lingerie, the thin fabric of the bra, the soft material of the panties, the lacy patterns. He could feel IV trembling under his touch, his breath coming out in gasps. III let out a soft chuckle. It was so satisfying seeing him like this.

   "You look so pretty, sweetheart. So goddamn perfect."

   His fingers found themselves hooked under the elastic of the waistband, beginning to tug them downwards.

   III let his eyes linger on the other man, taking in the flushed cheeks, the parted lips, the way his chest was rising and falling with each ragged breath. He pushed the panties down, letting them bunch around the man’s thighs. His hand then quickly moved to his own trousers, hastily undoing them and pushing them down. His cock sprung free and he let out a soft hiss. He was throbbing and aching, his need for the other guy overwhelming.

   “Goddammit, sweetheart… the things you do to me,” he said, his voice low and rough. He pressed his body against IV, letting him feel how hard he was. He could see the effect it had on the smaller man, the way he whined and trembled, and it only fueled his own desire.

   His hands were roaming over IV’s body once again, touching him everywhere, his touch growing more urgent. He could feel the other man's heat against his skin, could smell his arousal in the air. He wanted to consume him, to claim him completely.

   “Look at you, sweetheart. So eager for me.” He reached down and grabbed IV’s thighs, his fingers roughly gripping the sensitive flesh. His eyes met IV’s, his gaze intense. "You want me, don’t you? Don’t you, love?”

   IV opened his mouth, about to respond, only to be cut off by a sharp gasp, followed by a moan. He winced, quietly squirming as he felt something beginning to push into his entrance. He clasped a hand over his mouth, the other hand grabbing and tightly squeezing the fabric of III’s shirt.

   “I-III,” he panted out, his words muffled by his own hand. IV was trying his best to be quiet, the embarrassment clear as day on his face, though it was obvious that he was already having a hard time doing so. III felt a shiver run down his spine at the sound of his name leaving IV’s lips, his heart rate picking up. He pressed his face into the crook of IV’s neck, biting down and leaving a mark on the pale skin.

   “Sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice rough with lust and want, “you’re so goddamn tight… god, you’re so good for me..”

   He let his lips trail over the other man’s skin, tasting the sweat that had begun to form on his neck. He felt so overwhelmed, so consumed by the need to claim the shorter man. He carefully pushed further into IV, slowly, letting out a low moan against his neck. He was going slow, taking his time to stretch him out, to savour the feeling. The way IV was trembling against him, the way he was letting out these stifled, breathy moans… It was all too much for him.

   “You’re so gorgeous, sweetheart. You’re doing so well… ”

   IV let out a low whine, his fingernails grazing against the back of III’s shirt. He could feel the other man slowly pushing into him, could feel his own body beginning to stretch around him. It was both painful and pleasure all at once, the sensations overwhelming him. He bit down on his lip, desperately trying to muffle the sounds escaping his mouth. He couldn't risk someone hearing them.

   “Oh, god… III, please…” he whimpered, his words coming out ragged and broken. “Please… I-I need… I can't-“ He trailed off, unable to find the words. The only thing he knew was that he needed more. He needed III to fill him completely, to be wholly consumed and claimed by him. He didn’t care if he woke up covered in bruises and bite marks. He didn't care how much the other man's rough, possessive touch was going to ache in the morning. He just needed him. Only III could satiate him in the way he craved and desired.

   III felt something primal, animalistic, deep within him stirring at the sound of IV pleading for him. It only egged him on, made him want to hear more, made him want to claim the man entirely.

   “I got you, sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice low and rough against IV’s ear. “I’m going to give you everything you need. Just let me take care of you, love.”

   He began to move then, his thrusts slow and deep, but growing increasingly more desperate. He wanted to see IV come undone, to witness him lose his composure, to watch him completely fall apart in his arms. He began to move faster, harder, his thrusts growing more erratic. He could feel IV clenching around him, could see the other man’s head thrown back, could hear his moans growing louder and louder with each thrust, despite the hand covering his mouth. III leaned down, leaving a trail of hot, open mouthed kisses down IV’s neck.

   “You feel so good, love,” he murmured against IV’s skin, his words coming out ragged, breathless. “You’re being such a good boy for me… taking me so well… all nice and tight… you’re so goddamn perfect."

   His hands grasped IV’s waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of the shorter man’s hips. He could see the way the laces of the panties were riding up his legs, the material looking so goddamn good against IV’s skin. With each roll of his hips, III could see IV’s body squirm, a desperate attempt to keep himself quiet.

   III continued, his thrusts growing faster, harder; each one seemingly seeking to go even deeper. He let his hand travel lower, pushing one of IV’s thighs up, using the leverage to go even deeper, hitting the spot that made the other man let out a strangled cry. His lips were against IV’s neck, whispering soft praises and sweet nothings into his ear, all the while keeping a fast, rough pace. IV tried to keep his voice down, to keep from crying out. It proved to be very difficult, though. The way III was moving, the way he was touching him, taking him, it was all driving the smaller man absolutely wild. He could feel the heat pooling in his abdomen, could feel himself teetering on the edge of his release. He needed more, he needed to be closer to the other man.

   “III… mngh, III, p-please,” he gasped, unable to form a coherent sentence. His mind was a dizzy, incoherent mess. He just needed more, needed to feel more of III. IV’s pleading was music to III’s ears. He loved hearing the smaller man’s desperation, his need. It only pushed him to go faster, deeper, rougher, driven by a primal desire that he couldn’t remember ever feeling before. He could feel himself getting close, but he wasn’t going to give in just yet. He wanted to see IV come undone first, to push him to his limit.

   He continued his relentless assault, his thrusts growing more urgent by the second. With every snap of his hips, IV let out a ragged moan, the sound muffled and stifled, though was growing louder and louder. III’s grip on the other man’s waist was borderline bruising, his fingers gripping the smaller man so hard that he was probably leaving marks all over him. III leaned down, his lips moving up to IV’s earlobe, his breath ragged and hot against his ear.

   “You’re taking it so well, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. "So damn good. You look so goddamn beautiful underneath me.“

   IV was on the edge of the precipice, the sensations and the feelings becoming overwhelming with each passing moment. He could barely even think straight, no longer able to focus on the still-open door, the only thing on his mind was the need for release. He wanted to let himself go, to give in completely to the pleasure. He just needed another push.

   “Please…” he whimpered, his words still coming out muffled by the hand over his mouth. There was an edge of desperation in his voice, a need that could only be satisfied by one person. “O-oh god, III-“

   III let out a low, rough growl at hearing his name falling from IV’s lips in such a desperate, needy tone. He couldn’t hold back any more, couldn’t hold himself together. He needed to see IV come undone, to hear him cry out, to see him collapse completely. He shifted his position, his hand moving to the back of IV’s thighs, holding them tight, his grip tight like a vice.

   IV’s eyes screwed shut, his free hand gripping the other man's shirt in a tight, desperate grip. His words left his mouth in a broken, ragged moan.

   “Yes- ah, please- III-“

   And, with that, IV found himself gripping III’s shirt as tightly as he could, twisting and pulling hardly on the fabric. His back arched, as his body tensed up, tightening around III’s length. His face contorted into one of pure ecstasy, as the waves of pleasure washed over him. He let out a moan, this one drawled and unable to be kept back by his hand. His member shot out a white fluid, the liquid spraying all over himself—his stomach, groin, and upper thighs—and even onto III’s shirt.

   The sight and sound of IV falling apart in his arms was too damn much to handle. III’s body shuddered, his hips snapping forwards with one final, erratic thrust, his body tensing as he spilled himself inside the smaller man, the waves of pleasure overwhelming him. He could feel IV clenching around him, milking him dry, leaving him panting and dizzy. He slumped against the smaller man, trembling, his own chest heaving. III let out a low, ragged moan, his face buried in the crook of IV's neck, trying to steady his uneven breathing. His hands were still gripping the other man's thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of his legs. He could smell the scent of sweat and musk in the air, mixed with the lingering scent of the other man's arousal.

   "God... you're so goddamn beautiful," he whispered, his voice still thick with desire. He lifted his head, moving to look at IV, his gaze roaming over his spent, trembling form. He took in the sight of the man in his arms, the way his skin was glistened with a thin layer of sweat, the scarlet lingerie clinging to his body so goddamn beautifully, his thighs trembling from the aftermath of his release.

   He gently cupped IV’s face with a hand, his touch tender and soft.

   “You don't know just how goddamn perfect you are," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "You're so damn good for me, sweetheart."

   He let his hand move, tracing over the edge of the bra, his touch gently, reverently. His eyes lingered on the dark red lingerie, his gaze hungry.

   "You look so damn good in these," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "So pretty for me. So sexy."

   He leaned down, pressing his lips against IV's neck, leaving a light, soft kiss on the sensitive skin. He let his hand trail over the smaller man’s body, his touch like electricity, leaving a trail of heat and fire in its wake. It stopped when it landed on the waistband of the panties.

   “Let’s get these, yeah?”

Chapter Text

   The drive back home was quiet, but comforting. III held IV’s hand the entire time, which helped him forget about the odd stares and looks they received when they left the store.

   After a few minutes, they got out of the car, finally separating hands. Though, as soon as they picked up the multiple bags, it seemed as though their hands found each others’ once more.

   “We’re home!” III called out as they entered the house. From where they were standing, the two could see both Vessel and II, watching something on the television. It seemed a movie was playing. Vessel had an arm around the drummer’s shoulder, whilst II rested his head on the taller man’s chest. They both had glanced up upon III and IV’s arrival.

   “Hey, welcome back,” II greeted as he looked over at the couple. A small, knowing smirk played at Vessel’s lips, his eyes roaming over the two briefly. His gaze lingered on the shirt III was wearing, which he could clearly recall that the bassist hadn’t been wearing when they had left, before switching over to the state of IV’s clothes—messily put on, as if he had been in a rush to do so. IV could feel the heat rising in his cheeks at the sight of the other men. He could tell that they both knew. It was embarrassing. II raised a questioning eyebrow in a silent query, but said nothing more. Though his gaze lingered on IV for a moment, a small smug smile curling up at the edges of his lips. III, to his credit, was completely unfazed by the other men’s stares. He was used to the drummer’s questioning gaze and the vocalist’s knowing smiles. He simply wrapped an arm around IV’s waist, hauling him closer to his side. He could sense the other man’s embarrassment, and he found it endearing, adorable. He let his hand run over the smaller man’s hip in a gentle touch, a gesture meant to both soothe him and reassure IV that he was there. He couldn’t help but recall how IV looked, wearing the damn lingerie.

   “Find anything good?” II asked, his tone nonchalant as he looked at the television screen.

   “Just a few t-shirts and shorts,” III responded. Meanwhile, the bassist’s fingers were on IV’s hip, gently tracing along just above the waistline of the other man’s pants, feeling through the t-shirt. He knew how embarrassed IV was at the moment, and all he wanted to do was tease him more. Vessel’s gaze flickered back to III, his eyes following the other man as he and IV walked over to the counter, setting the bags down. He took in the way the other man’s arm was wrapped around IV’s waist. He could see the way his fingers were moving, the way he was holding himself. He knew exactly what had happened and it was rather amusing. He knew how IV reacted to embarrassment, and it was pretty easy to tell that the man was currently very embarrassed, if the way his cheeks were flushed and his eyes averted from the others were any indication. It was honestly a bit cute how shy he was after moments like this, he knew he would have to tease him about it later. Perhaps when they were alone.

   He felt a small smile tug at the corner of his mouth as he watched the men in front of him, before his gaze turned back to the movie.

   IV let out a shaky breath as he set the last of the bags down, trying to avoid the eyes of the other men in the room. He could feel the heat creeping up his cheeks, and he cursed his lack of control over his emotions. He knew the other men could see it, could tell what had happened just by looking at him, at III, at how the other man was holding him. He could feel III’s hand stroking over his hip, his thumb tracing soft circles over the clothed flesh, and it was both comforting and torturous. III couldn’t help but smirk at IV’s flustered expression. He leaned in, resting his chin on the smaller man’s shoulder, his hands still on his side. He knew exactly what he was doing, he wanted to see just how flustered he could get this usually-confident man. He was being intentionally affectionate in front of the other men just to embarrass him further. He liked acting possessive, and god was he enjoying this.

   He could feel II’s gaze lingering on the pair of them, and he knew the drummer was just itching to say something.

   “Hey, you guys,” II called out, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity.

   IV felt his heart skip a beat, his eyes immediately fixed on the drummer, his cheeks growing even warmer. He knew what was coming, he knew exactly what the other man was going to ask. III, however, remained unphased. He simply continued to lean on IV, his fingers still tracing circles on the smaller man’s hip. He gave a small hum of acknowledgement, a gesture for the drummer to continue.

   “So...” II began, his eyes moving from III to IV and back, a coy smile on his face. “You guys had a good time at the mall, I take it?”

   III let out a low chuckle, his thumb still tracing circles on IV’s hip. He could tell exactly where this was going, and he was enjoying every moment of it. IV, meanwhile, desperately wished he could just disappear into the floor. He could feel the drummer’s gaze on him, could feel the other man’s knowing.

   “Yeah,” III responded, his tone casual. He let his fingers travel lower, his touch now grazing the edge of IV’s ass. He could feel the other man shiver under his touch, and it only fueled his desire to tease him even further. “We got what we needed.”

   II’s eyebrow raised once more, his smile growing a bit wider. His gaze flickered to III’s hand, noticing the way it was inching lower, before returning to IV.

   “I see…” he said, his voice carrying a hint of slyness. “Looks like you had a lot of fun,” II added.

   IV felt like his face was on fire at this point. He was painfully aware of the fact that he and III were both currently wearing different clothes, and it was more than obvious why. He was sure the other men were aware of that, and it was beyond mortifying. III let out another laugh, nodding in agreement. He pressed himself even closer to IV, his body flush against the other man’s, his hand now fully palming the smaller man’s ass.

   “Oh, we had plenty of fun.”

   IV let out a small squeak as III’s hand gripped his ass, his face growing even hotter. He could feel Vessel’s gaze turn towards him once more, and he knew the other men were noticing the way he was reacting, he was sure of it. He could practically feel their gazes on him, staring at the way he was practically melting under III’s touch.

   “I… I’m gonna go put these away,” he muttered, grabbing the bunch of clothes from one of the many shopping bags.

   “Yeah, go… ‘put those away’,” II teased, his voice carrying a clear, knowing tone. His eyes followed IV as the guitarist wandered off, noticing the way he awkwardly walked, his smile only growing bigger. III, being the shameless person he was, chose not to give a verbal response. Instead, he had simply tightened his grip on IV’s ass, his hand giving a possessive squeeze for good measure. Vessel let out a soft chuckle, his gaze fixed on the others. He was also aware of the situation, and he couldn’t help but find it both entertaining and cute.

   Once IV was out of earshot of the other men, III finally spoke up. He leaned even closer to II, his words soft, yet carrying a hint of a challenge.

   “You wanna see something funny?”

   II smirked at the question, an eyebrow raised in curiosity.

   “What d’ya mean?” he asked, his tone curious.

   III’s eyes briefly darted upward, towards where IV had disappeared to, before returning his gaze back to II. He gave the man a smirk.

   “IV’s wearing some pretty interesting things underneath those jeans,” he responded, a small chuckle escaping his lips.

   II let out a surprised laugh, his eyes widening in shock. He obviously wasn't expecting that response. He leaned forward on the couch, his gaze now suddenly more interested.

   "What, you mean like, girly underwear or something?" he asked, his tone teasing.

   III chuckled in response, a sly smirk spreading across his face.

   "Oh, you're close," he replied, his voice low. "But it's even better than that."

   II leaned forward once more, his eyes narrowing in curiosity. He couldn't help it, he needed to know exactly what III was talking about.

   "Well, I need more than an implication, man! Spill the goddamn beans!"

   III chuckled, a sly grin still on his face. He leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest.

   "Nah... I think I'll leave it up to your imagination."

   II groaned in frustration, flopping back against the couch, his head leaning against Vessel’s shoulder, who just turned his head to look over at the other two. II hated not being in the know. It was practically torturous for him.

   "You're a real pain in the ass sometimes, you know that?" he muttered, a small huff leaving his lips.

   III merely chuckled again, raising his hands up in a gesture of surrender.

   "What can I say? I like to mess with you a bit."

   II simply rolled his eyes in response, mumbling something under his breath. Despite his annoyance, his curiosity still lingered, and it was evident in the way he kept stealing glances up the stairs. He wanted to know what was hiding underneath IV’s pants, needed to know.. Vessel, meanwhile, was watching the interaction with an amused expression. He could tell II was growing impatient, and he found it both entertaining and endearing. He knew III could be a bit of a tease, and it seemed like he was reveling in the opportunity this time around.

   "Come on, man! Just tell me!" II's irritation was evident in his voice, his gaze still shifting between the stairs and III. He was becoming increasingly annoyed by the other man's refusal to give up any clues. He couldn't shake off the thought of what IV could be wearing, and it was driving him insane.

   III chuckled once more, clearly enjoying the drummer's predicament.

   "I already told you, mate," he responded again, his tone nonchalant. "Use your imagination."

   II let out a frustrated groan, burying his face in his hands. He was a patient man when it came to some things, but when it came to unanswered questions, it was an entirely different story. He was starting to lose his patience, his frustration growing by the minute. Vessel couldn’t help but smirk at the display, his eyes flickering over to III. He had a feeling the bassist was having fun with this, enjoying the fact that II and, by extension, all of them now, were dying to know what was going on under IV’s jeans.

   III caught Vessel’s gaze, their eyes locking for a moment before the vocalist raised an eyebrow, a small smirk gracing his face. He could see the silent agreement in each other’s eyes, the understanding that they were both, to some extent, amused by II’s increasing irritation. II, however, was oblivious to their subtle exchange, to the fact that they were both enjoying the spectacle of him growingly frustrated. He was too distracted by his own thoughts.

   “Dammit, III,” he murmured, huffing as he stood up from the couch. “I’ll go find out myself.”

   He looked over at Vessel.

   “C’mon, Vee.”

   Vessel let out a soft chuckle at II's insistence, shaking his head slightly. He was enjoying the situation way more than he should have been, but he couldn't help it. The dynamic between III and II was rather entertaining, after all.

   "Alright, alright," he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. "But promise you won't explode once you find out what it is."

   II rolled his eyes, already ascending the stairs.

   "Oh, come on, how bad can it be?" he called over his shoulder, a look of determination on his face.

   III stifled a laugh at the drummer's naivety, leaning back against the couch.

   "Bad, my friend, very bad," he called back, an evident smirk on his face.

   II just rolled his eyes again, flashing III a smile, before quickly making his way up the entire flight of stairs.

   Contrasting to the small man’s eagerness, Vessel took his time, even taking a moment to stop next to III.

   “Don’t worry,” he said, “I’ll keep an eye on him, darling.”

   He leaned a little closer, gently pressing his lips against III’s cheek. He pulled away, following after II. III chuckled softly, a small smile tugging at his lips.

   "Do what you can, dear," he responded, his gaze following Vessel as he walked.

   Meanwhile, II was rapidly approaching the door to IV’s room, his mind occupied with a variety of scenarios. He was certain that he would soon know what mystery the other man was hiding. He quickly found himself standing in front of the door, his hand firmly grasping the handle. He quickly turned it, the door swinging open with a small creak.

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   For the past little while, IV had spent his time cutting off the tags from the clothes, and putting the tag-free clothes into the hamper to wash later. However, it wasn’t long before IV got sidetracked. He found himself standing in front of the full-body mirror in their shared bedroom, his outer clothes entirely gone, leaving him in nothing but the set of lingerie III had bought for him.

   He stared at his reflection. The man in the mirror stared back at him. It was silent for a very long time, with IV examining himself. The bra outline his lean physique, emphasising his smooth chest. The panties were sheer, almost teasingly so, hugging around his body perfectly. There were hickeys and love bites marking his neck and shoulders, covering the pale skin with splotches of purple-reds and blues. He was still trying to get used to the sight. He felt much better now, nowhere nearly as embarrassed and ashamed as he once was before, back at the store. He almost felt… happy, seeing himself like that. He felt like some sort of inexplicable weight had been lifted from his shoulders, for whatever reason. As obscene as the clothes were, he felt… free. Happy. It was such a strange thing.

   His train of thought, however, was cut short as he heard a noise.

   II pushed the door open, not anticipating the scene he’d walk in to; seeing IV almost naked, his body adorned with crimson red lace. His mouth dropped open. The creak of the bedroom door was audible, the sound of it being pushed open even more so. Despite having heard the quiet sound, IV was still very much caught off-guard. He froze in front of the mirror, his face flushing in an instant.

   “Oh… fuck me."

   It was quite the sight to behold. The way the crimson silk clung to IV’s lean frame was mesmerising, the small scraps of fabric leaving little to the imagination. His milky skin contrasted nicely against the rich, deep red of the lingerie, a stark and erotic display. And, of course, the very noticeable bites covering his neck seemed to make the rest of the image even more provocative.

   "Oh... my god…" II uttered, staring at the other man.

   IV could feel the way the drummer’s eyes roamed over him, and it only made him feel hotter. He wasn’t sure whether the heat was of embarrassment or arousal, or a combination of the two, but his heart pounded harder, his ears feeling hot. In the back of his mind, he wanted to run and hide, to hide himself away from this gaze. Yet, he found himself unable to move, frozen in place like a deer in headlights. He felt exposed, vulnerable, and, above all else…

   He felt good.

   II was completely hypnotised. He couldn’t bring himself to look away, no matter how hard he tried. This was the opposite of what he had expected to see. It was like getting hit by a freight train of emotions and arousal at the same time. His mind was going wild with a never ending line of thoughts.

   He took a step forward, the sounds of his boots on the floor barely loud enough to be heard.

   "You look… damn… you look good… so damn good…"

   IV could feel the heat in his cheeks intensify as II stalked towards him, like a panther on the prowl. He had to resist the urge to run away, to bury his face in the ground and refuse to look at the drummer ever again. But, to his own surprise, he found himself unable to move from his position, unable to look away from the other man. He could see the desire in II’s eyes as he stopped just within arms-reach of him. He could feel his gaze roaming over his body. IV’s lips parted, a sound not unlike a whine leaving his mouth. The sound IV just made was sending waves of arousal through II’s entire body. His gaze was glued to the other man, drinking in every single detail of the image in front of him. The way the light bounced off of his skin, highlighting the smooth skin, the bite marks. The lace and silk hugging the man’s body. It was beautiful, downright erotic.

   He brought his hands up, his fingers tracing the edge of IV’s waist, his touch light, almost feather-like against the other man's skin.

   “Look at you…” he murmured.

   The sound of another pair of footsteps entering the room could be heard.

   Vessel, upon seeing the scene in front of him, froze. His eyes, much like II’s, glued to the image of IV. This wasn’t what he had expected. Neither of them had. The sight of him in the crimson lingerie was absolutely beautiful, like a Greek sculpture brought to life. The way the lace laid across his body, outlining his slender form. He was breath-taking. Vessel could feel a rush of desire, need, filling him, just looking at the smaller man in front of him. This was... beyond what he had expected. Even his most wildest thoughts couldn’t even come close to the reality of the sight before him. IV was wearing lingerie, looking absolutely captivating in it. Vessel needed a moment to just stand there, just to take in everything his eyes were seeing. It was almost like staring at a piece of art, but better. And it was all for them.

   “Oh my…” he breathed. He let his gaze wander over every inch of IV’s body. “You look… incredible, mon cheri.”

   IV could feel his knees growing weak, the way II looked at him with a gaze that was almost feral, and the way Vessel looked at him like he wanted to take him apart and eat him alive. It was all too much for him, all too overwhelming. His head was spinning, and his legs were shaking, as he desperately tried to keep himself from just dropping to the floor. IV’s eyes widened as he noticed the two men moving even closer, the drummer’s breath was hot against his neck, whilst the vocalist circled around him, approaching him from behind. He could feel the heat creeping up the nape of his neck, his chest, all around him. II’s fingers were roaming over the smaller man’s torso, gently, reverently. The feeling of the smooth silk against his calloused fingertips was so different, and he found himself wanting more.

   Vessel was circling behind the guitarist, his eyes roaming over every inch of the smaller man's body. He let his hands reach out; his fingers lightly tracing over IV's sides, skimming over the silk and lace, up and over his slender shoulders until his fingers began to toy with the band of the bra, his breathing growing uneven, his touch growing almost desperate.

   The room was thick with tension. It was silent for a few seconds. Nothing but the sound of breathing, a hand running over smooth fabric. The air was electric, so thick one could almost choke on it.

   IV’s own breathing was ragged and uneven. The sensations against his body was overwhelming him, and he was having trouble thinking, barely able to concentrate on anything; his mind was too consumed with the two men before him. He felt trapped, surrounded, like the two men were predators and he was the prey. An undeniable warmth began to build in his gut as his mind made that comparison.

   II was the first to speak; although he was speaking through gritted teeth.

   “Fuck, you have no idea how goddamn good you look… do you?”

   He pressed his lips against the other man’s neck, his hands gripping IV’s waist. He could feel his own body reacting to the sight before them.

   Vessel was next, his words soft, yet still managing to reverberate through the room.

   “Absolutely stunning, mon ange.”

   God, this was getting so goddamn hard to handle. IV’s mind was spinning, desperately trying to keep up, trying to form a coherent thought. He was failing miserably. The drummer’s words in his ear, the vocalist’s touch, the way their hands felt against his skin, the way they were both pressed up against him, making him *feel* the effect he had on them. IV trembled, the sound of his whimper filling the room, his knees turning to jelly. He could feel the heat pooling in his lower stomach, his head starting to spin.

   II’s lips were leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along IV’s neck, his hands starting to grow impatient. His fingers were tracing over the fabric of the lingerie, desperate to feel more of the other man, to touch the soft skin hiding underneath. He began to walked forwards, pushing IV backwards. Vessel, meanwhile, took a few steps back. He had his lips against the shell of IV’s ear, a low hum of approval leaving his lips at the sight before him.

    “Mon cheri, you’re driving us insane, looking so good for us… it’s almost unfair.”

   The room was a haze of desperation and desire.

   The three of them hit the edge of the bed, with all of them collapsing onto it. IV was sitting in Vessel’s lap, and II was on top of the guitarist. II’s body was pressed up against IV’s, his tongue leaving hot, wet marks on the smaller man’s skin as his lips were trailing over his neck and jaw. He felt like he was losing control, caught in a tidal wave of desire. Vessel was struggling to keep his composure, struggling to restrain himself. He couldn’t help but get consumed by the urge to claim the man in front of him, to mark IV up and make him cry out.

   “Oh, angel, I don’t think you know what you do to us,” Vessel murmured, his words almost a groan as he watched his lovers. He kept his hands on the smaller man’s waist, his gaze roaming over the two men in front of him, unable to look away.

   IV’s voice was a mess of moans and whimpers, not really capable of forming a coherent thought. II’s hands were still roaming over the guitarist’s body, like he couldn’t bear to slow down. He just wanted more, to touch more.

   “Look at you,” Vessel whispered, his gaze fixed on IV. “You’re desperate for it, aren’t you, mon cheri? Just begging for more.”

   His eyes drifted down, taking in the sight of the red lingerie. He could see the way II was touching him so desperately, the way his lips were against the skin of IV's neck, the way he was breathing heavily. It was all just so beautiful, seeing IV completely undone, at the mercy of their touch. There was a moment where II's hands went to the back of the lingerie, his fingers desperately trying to find the hook to undo it. He was growing rougher, his movements more urgent, more desperate, but he just didn't find it. He let a frustrated huff. IV was trembling in his lap, his breathing growing ragged.

   Vessel gave a dark chuckle at the scene.

   “Need some help, ma petite chou fleur?” he purred.

   II nodded, his eyes not leaving IV’s.

   Vessel’s gaze was burning, his eyes never leaving the scene in front of him. He couldn’t take his eyes off of IV or II. It was like an addiction, watching the way the other two men were unraveling, as if IV was their drug. He shifted, moving closer, his hand coming up to rest on the red fabric. He found the clasp, undoing it with one smooth motion.

   "You're lucky I'm here to help, or this pretty little thing would be lying in shreds on the floor.” He spoke gently, his voice thick with desire. He settled the bra to the side, letting it sit on the bed next to them.

   IV was completely coming undone. He felt like fire was coursing through his veins, his breath caught in his throat. His whole body was trembling with need, he didn’t think he could handle very much more. Both Vessel and II were like a drug to him, and he desperately craved the high that only the other men could give him. Every touch, every caress, every word from either of them made him shiver in anticipation. He felt alive, like he was glowing, and he never wanted it to end. Without even realising it, IV’s body began to grind downwards, onto Vessel’s lap, creating a delicious friction between the three of them.

   II let out a groan, his hands gripping IV's hips, trying to keep him still.

   “Fuck, Ivy," he murmured, his voice ragged. "You gotta stop, I can't... I can't hold back if you do that."

   At the same time, Vessel let out a low moan, his hand on the smaller man's waist tightening its grip. He had to resist the urge to just push him down, to bury himself inside the other man, completely make his claim on him.

   The sound of the other two men’s voices, the way they sounded so lost in the pleasure, like they were losing control, only drove IV further. He wanted to push them past their limits, wanted to drive them over the edge. He wanted to feel their hands on him, their bodies against his, in him. He wanted to be marked, used and filled up by the two men. He wanted to be theirs completely, wanted to be completely shattered by desire. In that moment, that was the only thing he could think about, the only thing that mattered to him. His body moved of its own, continuing to rock against both II and Vessel’s crotches, drawing out a few desperate sounds from himself as he did so.

   The way IV was grinding against them, the sounds he was letting out... It was too much.

   "You're so desperate, aren't you, mon cheri?" Vessel spoke, his voice a low, rough whisper, almost growling in the back of his throat. "You need us, don't you? You need us to put you back together. To fill you up."

   At that same moment, IV could feel II's mouth on his neck, hot and wet, his hands gripping his hips so tight now he was certain he'd be bruised.

   “Is that it, babe?” II added. “You need us?”

   IV couldn’t even form words, his mind was a mess of sensation and desire. He was completely lost in the moment, completely lost in the haze of pleasure. And he loved it. He could only nod, his entire body shaking as he nodded. He felt like he was on fire, like he was about to lose his mind. He was a trembling, needy mess, completely helpless against the two men. His own hands were grasping desperately on to the other men, one hand clutching Vessel’s shirt, whilst the other was tangled in II’s hair. His body was pleading for more, for something, anything to ease this burning desire flaring up within his core. II let out a sharp intake of breath as IV's fingers twisted in his hair, the sound quickly shifting into a ragged, throaty moan. The sounds IV was making were enough to drive both of them mad; they were addicted.

   Vessel's eyes darkened, as he tightened his grip on IV's waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, his own body trembling with need and desire.

   “Look at you,” he murmured, his gaze roamed over IV's trembling form, his eyes tracing every inch of exposed skin. “You're a wreck.”

   “So desperate,” II added, his voice rough and ragged. “So goddamn needy. Tell us what you want.” He pulled back, just enough to look IV in the eyes, his gaze hot and heavy.

   IV's heart was pounding, and he had to fight to get the words out, desperate to communicate what he wanted.

   “Please,” he whispered, his voice shaky and barely more than a murmur, though reached both II and Vessel’s ears. “Please... please, I... I need you, both...”

   The two men gave out a deep, low groan at IV's plea. They were both so overcome with need, with desperation. The sound of IV's voice was so damn needy, like hearing him like this was a gift from the gods themselves.

   “We’ve got you, angel,” Vessel whispered, his hands moving to the waistband of IV’s panties. “Don’t worry, we’re here.”

   II was nodding in agreement, as he ran his hands up and down IV's side, trying to soothe him.

   “That's it, babe. We've got you.“

   Vessel began pulling the last of the fabric from IV’s body, throwing it to the side with the rest of the clothing, leaving him completely naked between the two men. He could feel II shiver as the sight of him bare, and he could see the desire in his eyes.

   “Goddamn, you’re gorgeous,” the drummer murmured, his voice low and reverent. His hands were roaming over the smaller man’s body, his touch feather-like, tracing every inch of the man’s slender frame. He leaned closer. II placed a soft kiss at the crook of IV's neck, his gaze flickering up to meet the other man's eyes. “All ours,” he breathed.

   Vessel gave a nod in agreement, his own eyes roaming over the smaller man's body. He had to suppress a gasp, the sight of him was almost too perfect. His hands gripped the outside of IV's thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, wanting to claim, to mark, to take.

   IV was a trembling mess. He was feeling so much, so much desire, need, heat. He whined, his eyes pleading and desperate. He needed these two men to touch him, to do something, anything, to satisfy his need. Every touch, every kiss, just fuelled the fire in his stomach, and the way they were looking at him like he was something to be adored, it was driving him crazy.

   “God... p-please-” he whimpered.

   Both II's and Vessel's breathing was heavy, ragged, as they took in the sight of IV, so vulnerable, so perfect. The sound of IV's pleading went straight to their cocks, and they could barely hold themselves back.

   “You’re so beautiful like this, you know that? So desperate, so needy, so ours,” Vessel murmured, moving to nip at IV's ear. “You want us that badly, angel?”

   IV's head was spinning, his mind hazy with desire. He wanted these men, god he wanted them so bad he could barely breathe. He felt so exposed, but it only fuelled his need even further. He nodded emphatically, his words coming out in a desperate mewl.

   “Yes, yes, please-” he gasped, his entire body trembling. “Please, I need you, I need... both of you...”

   II chuckled at the smaller man's insistence. He was so damn adorable.

   “Don't worry, babe,” he murmured, his lips leaving hot kisses on IV's neck. “We’re right here.”

   Vessel's hands roamed over the smaller man's thighs, moving to the inside, gently coaxing them to spread. IV was quick to oblige.

   “That's it, love. Show us how desperate you are.”

   Slowly, Vessel began to lay down on the bed. His hands moved along IV’s body, silently urging him to turn around. Once the other man had complied, the vocalist’s hands travelled over to the belt around his trousers. Vessel's fingers quickly undid the belt, then set to work on the button on his trousers. He could feel the way IV was looking at him, the way he was staring. He could see the fire in his eyes, feel the way he was trembling, hear the desperate tone in the way he spoke. It wasn't often he got to see the other man so gone. He wanted, needed, to touch, to taste, to claim.

   “Come here.” His voice was soft, commanding. He could see the way the other man obeyed immediately. IV crawled towards Vessel on his hands and knees. He could hardly think clearly at this point, his mind and body both completely overtaken by the need for the other two men to touch him, to take him, to claim him entirely. He felt alive when he was with them, he felt so damn good. He stopped when he was on Vessel’s lap, straddling the other man. II was sitting behind him, his gaze roaming over the smaller man's body as he moved. He let out a low groan, the sight before him so damn enticing.

   Vessel's hands were on his hip, grabbing at the flesh, gripping him tight. He reached up, cupping the smaller man’s face, his touch rough, possessive.

   “You’re ours, you know that, right? All ours.”

   He pulled IV closer, their chests pressed against each other, their bodies flush. IV could feel the other man’s heart beating against his own chest, fast and hard. He could feel the heat radiating off of II behind him, his presence like a fire.

   And he wanted to burn.

   Within a second, IV could feel something pressing against his entrance. He gasped, his face flushing a bright red. His body had already been loosened, thanks to III, though he still found a little bit of resistance, getting it in. A shaky moan left him, as he gradually let himself settle onto Vessel’s lap. His breaths were laboured, a mix of arousal and anxiousness. His trembling hands found themselves on the vocalist’s chest for support.

   II's hands were roaming over IV's body, as he watched the man sink down onto Vessel's lap. His eyes flickered over the smaller man's expression, the way he was trembling, the way he looked so damn perfect.

   “You're doing so good,” he murmured, his hand finding its way up IV's back, his touch soft and gentle. Vessel, meanwhile, let out a soft groan. He was still trying to restrain himself, trying to not simply take and claim what was his right then and there. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and ownership as he watched IV. He lifted IV's chin, forcing the man to look at him, his gaze heavy with lust and a hint of possessiveness.

   "You're good. So good. Letting us do whatever we want with you like this. You just need to be filled up, don't you? Need to be owned by us."

   His words had an effect on IV. A shudder ran down his spine, and his warm walls clenched around Vessel's length, almost too tightly. His eyes squeezed shut, before opening as he let out a shaky breath.

   "Oh... ah, f-fuck..."

   Vessel's head had lolled back, his lips parting in a soft moan. This man was going to drive him insane.

   "Goddamn," II cursed, his hand running up IV's back. "He's so eager, so goddamn perfect..."

   The two men could feel the trembling of IV's body, the way he was gripping on to them so tightly, like he was desperate for more, like he wanted more than what they were already giving him. Vessel's hand came up to grip his hip, the other coming up to keep IV's chin, keeping his head in place.

   "Look at me," he instructed. It wasn't much of a request; more of a command. "Open your eyes."

   IV, like the good boy he was, did as he was told. He lifted his gaze, the look in he gave Vessel absolutely breathtaking. Vessel felt his breath catch in his throat at the sight. There were tears forming in the corner's of IV's eyes, making them glisten. His face was flushed, his gaze was hazy and desperate, he was trembling like a leaf. It was almost too damn hard to resist the urge to take, to claim him as completely as he could.

   "You're beautiful," Vessel murmured, "So pretty like this, mon ange." He brought IV closer, capturing his lips in a desperate, hungry kiss. II's hands were roaming over IV's back and thighs, as he watched the two men kiss. He felt a sudden sense of possessiveness, he wanted to mark and claim the smaller man as well. He couldn't wait any longer, he needed to touch. He slipped a hand under the mattress, pulling out a small bottle of lube. He was quick to open it, spilling its contents onto his hand, before liberally lathering it onto his erect length. He leaned closer, his hands snaking to hold IV’s hips again. II then proceeded to press his hips forwards, pushing his cock into IV’s entrance as well.

   IV's entire body went rigid, as he moaned into Vessel's mouth. It was almost too much, almost too overwhelming. He pulled away from Vessel's kiss, letting out a shaky gasp as he felt II inch deeper and deeper inside of him. It was a struggle, but he could feel II slip inside of him, alongside Vessel.

   "Oh, oh god," he whimpered, his head lolling back. His back arched, his legs spreading, and his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Usually, he could take one well enough. But two? That was a different story, even with the help of the lube. He couldn’t keep any sounds in anymore. His hands landed on the sheets underneath them, clenching them tightly in his grasp as more moans, gasps, and cries of both pain and pleasure escaped his mouth. It hurt so much, feeling himself being forcibly stretched out. Tears began to well in his eyes, his vision growing blurry. Though at the same time, he couldn’t deny the euphoria that same feeling brought him.

   Vessel's breathing grew heavier as he felt II push into the smaller man, his face leaning into IV's neck. He left quick, hot kisses along the other man's neck, his fingers gently toying with the smaller man's hair. He was trying to keep himself together, trying to not just lose grip completely.

   "You okay, mon ange?" He murmured against his neck, his tone thick with desire. IV only responded with a loud groan, nodding rapidly. II was holding himself back with all his might. The tight heat surrounding his dick was almost too much. He was having trouble holding back, he felt so damn overwhelmed by everything. Seeing IV like this, so desperate, so good.

   He forced himself to take a deep breath, his grip on IV's hip tightening.

   "Easy, easy," he mumbled through gritted teeth. "Damn, you feel amazing."

   He lifted his gaze to meet Vessel's eyes. They shared a quick, silent look. Both of them were struggling to hold themselves back, to not just take right then and there. They wanted to make this last.

   A mixture between a moan and a whimper left IV as he was filled to the brim by the other two men. He had never felt anything like this before in his entire life, the feeling of being this full, this pleasure. It was almost too much, he could feel himself losing the very last remnants of his mind's control. His breaths came out as nothing less than pants, and his eyes were hooded and glazed over with a teary gaze of pure lust and desire. His mouth was open, his tongue peeking out, and his hands were shaking, yet firmly gripping onto the bedsheets for any sort of purchase.

   There was a moment where both II and Vessel both stilled for a moment, giving the smaller man a moment to adjust, to get used to the feeling of the two men inside of him. He was trembling like crazy, but there was clearly no sign that he wanted it to stop, just pure, unbridled pleasure and desperation. He was shaking so bad that he was barely able to support himself, his legs too damn weak. He would have fallen over if it weren't for the pairs of hands gripping his waist, their touch steady and strong.

   Vessel took a moment to assess the smaller man; the tears flowing down his face, the red flush of his cheeks, the fact he was trembling uncontrollably. He looked so damn perfect, it was like a divine sight. He felt a deep, possessive sense of pride at seeing this, seeing him trembling, helpless in the hands of him and II. He was being so, so good to them.

   And he was all theirs.

   All theirs.

   "Are you ready, angel?" Vessel murmured. "Can you take us?"

   IV nodded frantically, his face flushed and his body trembling. He was unable to speak, his brain no longer able to form words. He was nothing more than a trembling mess of pleasure, completely at the mercy of the other two men.

   "Good boy," the vocalist murmured, his voice a low, rough whisper. He gave a nod towards II, who nodded back. The drummer lifted him ever so slightly, and then he began to move.

   It was as if IV had never felt anything as good as this in his entire life, a guttural moan escaping his lips. They started with a slow yet sensual pace, their hips moving in tandem, shifting in and out of IV. Just feeling both Vessel and II inside him felt insane; it was better, way better than IV’s imagination had ever been. He felt so full, so loved, so desperate. so wanted. The sounds that left his lips were like a melody. His mind was in a daze, completely overcome by the sensations he was feeling. They sped up, only slightly, but enough to make IV absolutely go crazy. The overwhelming sensations were driving him insane, he had no idea such a thing could feel so damn good. He found himself following the rhythm, pushing himself up and letting himself down. A hand moved into his hair, gripping it tightly. He was completely powerless under their touch. He felt so damn weak, he felt more vulnerable than he ever had before, and it was the best feelings he had ever had. It was like he was floating on a cloud of ecstasy, completely lost in the moment.

   II was trying to hold back, he was trying to keep himself together. He was gripping onto IV's hip tightly, the other hand gently tangled in his hair. Every moan, every whimper, every shudder and shiver came directly from the smaller man beneath them, and they were the most satisfying sounds II had heard in a long time. He and Vessel kept a steady pace, their thrusts in perfect sync. IV was like a damn drug, driving them both crazy. Vessel's eyes were locked on III, never leaving his face. He was watching the smaller man so intently, trying to take in everything. The tears were streaming down IV's face steadily, his eyes unable to focus on anything. He was completely overwhelmed with pleasure, it was all just so goddamn much. Every time one of the men hit that spot deep inside of him, he saw pure white, letting out a guttural moan, whilst his hands trembled in the sheets.

   Vessel and II kept the pace up, the sound of heavy breaths, noises of pleasure, and skin against skin filling the room. The sight was damn near ethereal, with IV's skin glistening from the tears and sweat, with Vessel and II's hands roaming all over him, holding him, touching him, claiming every inch of the smaller man. It was like he was a piece of art; they were worshipping him in the purest, most animalistic form possible. Every thrust hit the spot inside him just right, his eyes practically rolling to the back of his head. It was almost too much, he didn't know how much longer he could last. He felt like he was burning from the inside out. Every touch felt like a scorching fire, and he was completely at the mercy of the other two men.

   His own body was trembling, his hands trembling as he tried to reach out for something, anything, but he just couldn't bring himself to move. He was completely and utterly helpless, completely lost in the moment. It was almost overwhelming, but it was so damn perfect.

   Vessel could see that IV was beginning to reach his limit, his body quivering uncontrollably as the tears continued to stream down his face. With one hand still gripping at the man’s hip, he brought his other hand up to cup the smaller man's face, his thumb gently wiping away a fallen tear.

   "You're doing so good, mon ange," Vessel murmured, his voice a low, gentle tone. "You're doing so good. You look so beautiful like this. Like a work of art."

   His words were gentle, but had an effect on IV all the same. The younger man's breath hitched, he let out a soft sob in response to the words, overwhelmed by the praise, the sensations, everything.

   "P-please," he managed to murmur, his voice trembling. "Please, I can't... I can't take it much more-"

   Vessel couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at hearing IV begging like that. It was a beautiful sound, that ragged, desperate tone. It made him want to keep going even longer, to see just how much more he could take. But, he knew they were close. They all were. So, instead, he leaned a bit closer, his voice soft, but with an authoritative edge to it.

   "You can take it a little bit more. You’ve been good, haven’t you? So good for us."

   II's grip on IV's hip tightened, his own breathing growing more ragged. He knew he was close as well, his mind completely overcome with desire. One of his hands reached down to the sheets, tightly gripped the discarded bra from earlier. The silk underneath his fingertips elicited a low growl escaped his lips, his pace becoming more relentless, more desperate. He couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at hearing IV's begging, how he was coming undone under his touch, under their touch.

   "You can hold on just a bit longer, right? You're being so good for us.”

   With the two men's words, IV felt a shiver run down his spine. He nodded, wanting to be good for them. He wanted to make them happy, to please them, to be good. He could feel the pleasure building up within him, the tension coiling in the pit of his stomach. The tears were falling down his face profusely, the overwhelming sensations all consuming him. He couldn't take much more, he didn't know if he could hold on for much longer. But he was going to try, he was going to be good and try to hold on. Because they told him to.

   The way IV was trembling beneath them, the sounds he was making, the tears streaming down his face and the way his hands trembled in the sheets were the most beautiful sights, sounds, and sensations the two men thought they'd ever witnessed. Both II and Vessel could feel their own climaxes building, but they held back, wanting to prolong the moment. The room was heavy with the scent of sex, sweat, and desperation. It was like they were trapped in their own bubble of pure, unbridled pleasure.

   "You're doing so good, angel," Vessel murmured again. "… almost there, don't give up on us just yet.“

   Vessel could feel himself getting closer to the edge, his hand gripping the other man's hip almost brutally now. His free hand, like II’s, soon picked up one of the pieces of lingerie, almost as if on instinct. He rubbed the lace material, a heavy sigh leaving him in return. He just couldn't bring himself to stop, even for a brief moment, not yet. But IV was getting desperate, the tears rolling down his face freely now. He needed to touch, just a little, anything to find some sort of release. His hands started to reach up, instinctively wanting to grab onto himself, but II quickly pinned them back to the bed.

   "Be patient," II grunted, his voice thick with desire. "You're doing so damn good, just hold on a little longer, okay?"

   IV let out a strangled sob in response, unable to do anything but nod weakly, his eyes screwed shut as he tried to hold on for as long as possible. It was like the other men had complete control over him, and he couldn't do anything but surrender to them. He was completely at their mercy.

   "That's it, you’re doing so good, so good for us." Vessel’s tone was rough, but soft. He could see just how close the other man was, and he wanted nothing more than to push him over the edge. "Just a little longer."

   IV's mind was a haze of pleasure, his thoughts drowning in the sensations courming through him. He felt like his mind was going blank, unable to think, unable to do anything but just feel. The tears were still streaming down his face, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as he moaned between words. He wanted to hold on a little longer, but he was getting so close, he could feel it.

   "Please," he managed to whimper, his voice cracking. "Please, c-can I please…?"

   Both men groaned at the sound of IV’s desperate plea, their own desperation almost overwhelming. They were getting so close, they couldn't hold back much longer.

   "You're doing so well, love," Vessel murmured, his voice strained. He was clearly nearing his climax, his grip on IV’s hip and panties growing tighter by the second, though he kept his voice soft. "You're such a good boy."

   ”Mngh, that’s right," II agreed, his tone rough, having a harder time holding back the desperation and desire in his tone. His pace grew faster, the rhythm from earlier breaking a bit. "You've been such a good boy for us, haven't you? Just, ah, a little longer, angel. You can do it."

   IV was getting so close now, the sensations becoming too much for him to handle. He couldn't keep up anymore, both men's words and touches were overwhelming him. They were pushing him right to the edge of his limit, and he was starting to lose control. He was letting out a string of high-pitched, desperate moans, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably, his fingers clenching and grasping desperately at the sheets. He needed more, he needed something, anything that would tip him over the edge.

   “Please," he gasped, his voice hoarse and almost pleading. "Please... please pleasepleaseplease…”

   The sounds that IV was making was like music to the two men, driving them both wild. Both Vessel and II could feel his body trembling uncontrollably, and they knew he was close. They were desperate to finish him off, to drive him over the edge, but they needed to hold on just a little longer.

   "Almost there, sweetheart" Vessel grunted. “Hold on a little more for us, just… just a little more."

   It was getting harder and harder to keep himself together, the sensations almost too overwhelming. He was getting so close, he could feel it starting to take over. He could feel the tension coiling in the pit of his stomach, the fire inside him getting closer and closer to exploding.

   "Please,” he managed to gasp, his body trembling uncontrollably. “Please, I can't hold on anymore, I need, I need-”

   And then, he couldn't hold it back. He was just too far gone, there was no turning back now.

   His body jolted up, his pleas cut off by a strangled, desperate cry. His tensed up, his muscles taut and trembling as his nails dug into the soft mattress. He couldn’t help but clench around the other two men, the pleasure blinding him and sending him into an abyss of pure ecstasy. He came, orgasming over his own crotch and Vessel’s chest, coating both himself and the other man’s shirt with a milky-white substance.

   The sight and sound and feeling of IV completely losing control was enough to drive both of the other men to the edge. They both came almost simultaneously, their bodies trembling and shaking, and their breathing became ragged, as they followed after the other man. Their climax filled IV up to the brim, before pulling out. A quiet, drawled-out mewl came from IV in return.

   All three men stayed in their positions for a moment, trying to catch their breath and come down from the high. II was the first to move, gently releasing his grip on IV's wrists, giving them a gentle rub to ease the tension from his muscles. He set the bra to the side, on the bed, moving to turn around, now sitting on the edge of the bed, his legs hanging off the mattress. He felt the other lean back against him, exhausted and spent. Vessel then shifted his position, supporting his body with his forearms and elbows. He reached up with a hand and fondly cupped the side of the smaller man's face.

   “Are you okay...?" he whispered softly.

   IV wasn't able to respond. He was worn out, feeling nothing less than completely shattered. But, he managed to nod his head weakly. He leaned into the touch, slowly laying onto the mattress beside the vocalist. Vessel gave him a small smile, rubbing soft circles on his cheek.

   “Good..." he murmured.

   He stayed still for a moment, just admiring IV's face. His cheeks were flushed, there were still tears streaming down his face, and he looked so damn beautiful. Vessel reached up and gently wiped away some of the tears, before giving his face a soft pat.

   "You did so good, mon ange..."

   “Mmm…”

   IV tried to muster up a response, but his brain was still completely fuzzy. The only thing he could really manage to do was make a soft little noise, as he leaned into Vessel's hand, his eyes half shutting. Both II and Vessel exchanged a soft look, and both of them couldn't help but feel pride courming through them as they looked at the man between them. He looked so damn good like this; completely spent, completely theirs.

   The silence persisted in the room for a few more seconds, before the sound of the door creaking open broke the quietude.

   “Well,” a voice said, breaking the silence of the room. It was a low, familiar voice, and it was followed by a soft chuckle. “Am I interrupting something?”

   Vessel, II, and IV lifted up their heads, their gazes landing on the bassist standing by the slightly opened door. He was leaning against the doorframe, his gaze fixed on the three men who were still laying on the bed.

   “Not at all,” II answered. He let out a soft, tired huff, as he sat back. “We're just... catching our breaths.”

   III nodded, a smirk curving his mouth. He pushed off of the doorframe, casually walking over to the bed. He gave IV a quick once-over, and he couldn't help but chuckle at the sight.

   “Sure looks that way," he murmured. "Looks like you've worn him out completely."

   There was a pause, as he took in all the marks on the smaller man; the tears in his eyes, the trembling in his body, the way he was still panting, desperately trying to catch his breath.

   “He looks damn good like that,” he commented, his eyes roaming over IV's trembling form. He gave a low whistle, his gaze roaming over the man's exposed chest, the marks on his skin. Then, his gaze moved to both Vessel and II, who were also on the bed around the smaller man. He chuckled again, his gaze settling on the vocalist. "And you two don't look too bad yourself."

   Vessel gave a tired, weary chuckle.

   “I’m guessing you heard us from the other room?”

   "Oh, I heard plenty," III answered. "You lot were a little loud."

   There was a slight teasing edge to his tone, and he gave a small smirk as he spoke.

   "I guess it's no surprise, though. IV is a bit of a screamer."

   IV, who was barely even able to form a coherent thought, felt a small wave of embarrassment pass over him at III's words. His cheeks flushed pink, and his shoulders tensed slightly. He only dipped his head down, staring at the bedsheet below him, too damn exhausted to even try to properly hide his face. Both Vessel and II let out soft chuckles, noticing the blush covering IV's cheeks. III, seeing IV's reaction to his words, couldn't help but smirk. He leaned closer, tipping the man's chin up with a single finger, forcing him to meet his eyes.

   "Oh, don't be embarrassed, sweetheart," he murmured, his tone almost teasing. He leaned down to be at eye-level with him. "There's no shame in letting the whole building know how good you're feeling."

   A strangled moan escaped from IV's throat, his cheeks still flushed and tinted pink. He shifted a little on the bed, his eyes still locked on III's. Both Vessel and II watched the exchange, both of them slightly amused at how quick III was to tease the younger man. III was grinning now, his gaze roaming over IV's face and down to his neck. His eyes lingered on the red and purple marks that lined the smaller man's neck and collarbone, taking pride in seeing the proof of his and their work displayed so beautifully on the man's skin. He moved his body, getting onto the bed beside the other men, with IV sandwiched in between him and Vessel. The guitarist instinctively scooted closer. III then glanced over at II, who was still at the edge of the bed.

   “You, too, sunshine.” He quietly chuckled, extending an arm out invitingly. “C’mere.”

   II's eyes glanced at the hand extended towards him, before a smile of his own graced his face. He quickly moved over to where the rest of the men were. He joined the pile of bodies lying on the bed, situating himself somewhere between Vessel and IV. III, who was still right next to IV, wrapped an arm around the other man's waist as he felt II come close. III's other hand absentmindedly traced circles on IV's skin, his gaze shifting to the man's face, observing the way he was still trying to recover from the aftermath of their earlier pleasure.

   "You've got such a damn pretty face," he murmured, a low, ragged tone. "So damn beautiful, aren't you?"

   He continued running his hand over IV, the tips of his fingers tracing feather-light circles on his skin. The action was, both, gentle and possessive, almost as if he was leaving his mark on the other man, as a sign of his claim.

   "So damn pretty," he repeated, his voice soft, but rough around the edges. "You're ours, aren't you...?"

   IV was struggling to even form even the smallest of words by now, his brain still fuzzy and mind completely blank. He wanted to answer, to tell him that he belonged to them, and only them, but all he managed to do was to give a small, weak nod. III chuckled at the response, his grip on the smaller man's body tightening. He leaned closer, his lips grazing the shell of IV's ear.

   "That's right," he murmured, his tone rough and possessive.

   “You're ours. All ours. Ours to take, ours to mark, ours to claim… 

   … and ours to adore.”