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"Hey, Ivy—"
IV barely registered II's voice, too focused on his current life mission to process anything but the hum of II's voice. Other than his name.
Water.
IV hadn't had water since he got up this morning, and he had stupidly forgotten his water bottle on his way out of the house. Working out without liquids was not his smartest move, but at this point nothing would distract him from his undying need to drain the entire water supply in the mini fridge. II didn't seem to notice, given the fact he kept talking despite IV's lack of response. Even while IV was finally mid gulping down water and starting to process reality again, II still was speaking.
"— such a stupid fucking good boy."
IV's eyes widened, tensing and coughing hard as he choked. Desperately gasping in air in-between the suffering. He'd accidentally breathed in his fucking water after hearing that. IV's brain barely had the time to process what was happening around him and II called him that? What? IV's gaze shot over to II as his cheeks heated up, analyzing the smaller's face. II had only just looked up from his phone, given the fact IV was audibly dying. II raised an eyebrow at him, "Uhm.. You alright man..?"
Alright? How could IV be alright when his throat was screaming at him for daring to try to breathe liquid instead of air? Or when II just called him a stupid fucking good boy? The way II was looking at him was starting to make him think he had just hallucinated it. Maybe he had. How fucking dehydrated was he?
IV cleared his throat once he mostly recovered from his choking, blinking a couple times while taking a much more careful sip of water. "Uhm… What'd you say? Sorry.." IV asked nervously, trying to will away the semi in his jeans. Especially since all signs pointed to him wildly mishearing whatever II had just said to him. II gave IV a weird look but repeated himself nonetheless, "I said, 'I found this patch earlier on insta, it says such a stupid fucking good boy. I was about to say, 'isn't that funny,' but then you started dying." II huffed, still giving IV a weird look. IV's cock got harder against his will, despite the new, definitely not flirty, context.
Damn it..
"O-oh, ha. Yeah, that's.. funny. Sorry just.. drank too fast," IV forced a little chuckle before downing the rest of his cup. His heart was pounding, mind replaying II's voice over and over in a much sexier tone than reality had sounded.
Damn it…
"Right…" II muttered before looking back at his phone. IV let out a breath he didn't know he was holding before swallowing hard. He can not be reacting like this, II was his friend. Just a friend. His bandmate. But he couldn't just leave himself hard around him, not when it clearly wasn't going down without getting attention. Thank god his pants were dark enough that he wasn't completely noticeably hard. IV awkwardly excused himself to the studio's bathroom, thankful the other two hadn't shown up yet.
Now he just had to hope he could jerk off fast enough to not make II suspicious. Fast enough to not make Vessel and III wait if they did show up in the next few minutes. IV fumbled with his jeans, covering his mouth with one hand while the other fisted his length, head tilted back against the door. He couldn't believe he was doing this. Getting off imagining II calling him stupid, calling him a good boy.
Such a stupid fucking good boy..
IV could barely contain the moan that came out of his throat, muffled barely by his palm. His mind wandered, II degrading him, words never spoken spilling out of the beautiful lips IV so badly wanted to press against his own in that moment. Pathetic, worthless, adorable, precious.
Stupid fucking Mutt.
IV came hard, the cracking pleasure filled noises barely contained by his hand. IV panted hard when he started to come down from his high, eyes squeezed shut so hard it almost hurt. In his haze, IV somehow managed to at least wrap his hand over the tip. At least he didn't have to clear the already gross floor of his spill, but his hand was covered in cum instead which wasn't much better. IV cringed when he pulled it away from his length and glanced at the mess. Gross..
And yet II's voice lingered in his mind.
Good boy~
IV shivered at the thought, that II would be proud of him for getting off on this. On his own sick imagination. IV bit his lip before going to wash his hand clean off the disgusting mess in his palm before shoving his cock back into its confines, rushing back to his friends immediately after flushing the toilet to make it believable. The guitarist swallowed hard seeing all three of them together, waiting for him to finish 'going to the bathroom'. Fuck. He hoped he hadn't taken too long.. IV's heart pounded as he approached, cheeks warming as he glanced between them. III and Vessel were staring at their phones, showing each other what he could only assume was some stupid Instagram reels, while II at some point had gotten up to sit at his drum in favor of the couch, probably expecting IV to come out quicker. IV cleared his throat, all three looking up at the interruption.
III grinned, getting up off the couch upon seeing the smaller. "There you are, silly~ Now we can get started."
IV laughed shyly, nodding while going to grab his guitar out of its case. "Yeah… Let's get started.."
Anything to stop thinking about the deplorable things he'd just done.
It'd been weeks since the incident at this point. The group had ventured off into their next tour a few days ago, and IV could barely look at II without thinking of that stupid fucking patch he'd read out loud that was driving him wild even now. It didn't help that now they were constantly on top of each other, in close proximity no matter where IV could try to hide. It helped less that II was really fucking hot. In fact, all his band mates were somehow ten times hotter than he remembered, and it really really didn't help that they kept fucking kissing and sitting in each others laps.
What helped the least with his newfound pining over his entire friend group was finding a patch in his bunk, right before a show. A patch that hadn't simply been something he'd misplaced, found by someone on the bus. Wasn't just a patch one of his thoughtful bandmates got him as a gift to add onto his jacket innocently. No. No this was worse.
So much worse.
It made IV's heart stop, made his palms tingle from merely reading the words embroidered into the fabric.
Such a stupid fucking good boy.
IV knew who this was from. Knew that it couldn't have been anyone but that bastard drummer, who must've ordered it right before the tour started and held onto it until just now. Just left it there for IV to find. Right before a god damn show. Logically, IV could guess that II didn't intend for IV to be a bumbling idiot who somehow managed to forget something as simple as his mask on the bus. Obviously II didn't plan for IV to find it until after the show. But of course he forgot. Of course.
Of course it went straight to his dick.
Unfortunately, this time around IV had shit to do, had a show to finish prepping for. He didn't have the time to jerk off to his own perverted thoughts about someone who was his friend. IV didn't want to step on toes. Wiggle his way into a long established relationship, especially given that said relationship was directly linked to his paycheck. But fuck if II wasn't making that near impossible to avoid right now.
Suddenly IV tensed, nervous, sweating. Did II know? Know what he did? Surely not.. If he knew IV wouldn't be here, he'd be jobless. Again. They'd be disgusted if they knew. But what if II did know, and this was his way of telling IV.
IV swallowed hard, fingers curling into the patch before shoving it into his pocket and rushing out after grabbing his mask. He had to get back to them. There was a show to play. Rushing off the bus, making his way back to the fitting room to meet his friends again as quick as he could. They couldn't know, they just couldn't.. By the time he got back, they were all at least half painted and dressed fully. IV went straight to getting ready himself, catching a glimpse of II looking at him through the mirror. Pale eyes fixed on IV's blatantly flustered face. II naturally noticed, II noticed everything, always. The drummer smirked after a moment before averting his gaze acting like nothing happened.
Fuck.
How the fuck was IV supposed to take this.? This thing II was doing. That sexy fucking smug look plastered on II's face, the patch II had gifted him, the deafening silence. Did II know what IV had done, did he just want to mess with IV considering the reaction to the patch the first time he'd misheard II? No matter what II had intended for any of this to mean, II had IV's heart pounding hard enough he worried he might faint for a moment. IV couldn't even look at II. Hell he couldn't even look at anyone for that matter. How could he when Vessel was entirely shirtless, when III was fucking rubbing his hands up Vessel's chest and kissing his fucking neck? When II was still smirking to himself like the knowledge IV had found his 'gift' was some sort of game, all while pretending like nothing happened? It was like they all were trying to make his lingering hard on ten times worse.
He knew they weren't. He knew better than anyone that his friends were dating, that they were always all over each other like they'd die otherwise. IV knew that the only one being a perverted creep getting turned on by his friends was himself.
The guitarist took a deep breath before shakily sighing, silently painting his neck with a nervous hand. He needed to focus. In that moment, IV wanted nothing more than to be hidden behind the suffocating darkness of the stage and the grip of his mask.
Unfortunately, IV was nothing but a fuck up. Nothing could have gotten worse than the hypothetical disaster he put himself through, and yet he still managed to make everything worse. Because he had been late, IV was the last one to be ready and once again had to rush to try and be remotely on time with the others who at this point already were already waiting on his ass for the actual show. It got to the point that IV ran just to get to where he needed to be, and that was his greatest mistake. Forcing himself much faster than he had to resulted in him losing his footing and falling hard. Right in front of the trio. Great. Now II could add clumsy fuckup to the bands list of reasons to hate IV.
IV groaned as he sat up, blushing a little seeing III scampering over to him immediately after IV's not so graceful tumble. The right side of his face was on fire, cheek throbbing like hell. Fuck, that was gonna bruise.. What an idiot. Registering III's worried rambling over IV being alright or not was out of the question, not when IV's gaze was set on the amused looking II, leaning into a much more worried looking Vessel. IV's cheeks heated up more than they already were from the fall, stumbling as he stood back up while dusting himself off. Reassuring III he was fine barely got the bassist off his ass, only getting III to leave him alone by physically removing himself from the three.
Why did he have to make a fool of himself in front of II of all people. Why did that have to make his fucked up, perverted brain flow with even more disgusting words he wanted II to call him.
IV grinned to Vessel as he pushed past him when he asked if IV was okay, brushing off the worry with the only thing IV had going for him, charm. IV hated questions with obvious answers. Answers he'd never give true to anyone. It made him feel targeted, watched, perceived. IV just wanted to get this show over with already. Get this all over with so he could just have his life ruined already. No more games.
He had to ignore them all while finishing his rushed prep to get on stage
For the sake of his own sanity.
He had to..
IV had been so distracted by his own embarrassment he hadn't even noticed the bad nose bleed he had gotten from the fall until after the show. The inside of his mask was covered with dried blood, staining the lining. His face didn't look much better, an equally smeared trail of cracking dried blood running down from his nostril to his chin. IV had grimaced immediately upon looking in the mirror after the show, running his fingers along the gnarly bruise forming under his eye and cheekbone. He was almost so distracted that he only noticed II coming up because on the chuckle leaving him, making IV's ears ring. IV looked up at the shorter, II's arms crossed, smirking at IV. Smug asshole.
"God Ivy, you're so pathetic.."
IV's eyes widened, tensing up as he stared in shock. His heart sank, immediately assuming the worst. This was it, it was really over. II knew. He fucking knew. He was a disgusting creep, this was all just a game to play up to II telling IV that he was out. Dragged all the way out to America just to be kicked out. IV's life was over—
"Its so fucking adorable." II finished, earning an even more surprised look from IV. His lips parted as he lost his words, and II's went straight to his dick. Was… was II flirting with him? Surely not. "W..wha..?" IV barely managed to squeak out. He sounded pathetic.
II just chuckled, smiling fondly at the taller. "You literally fell on your face, I mean, look at that bruise. You look rough as hell. It's seriously adorable how hopeless you are, Ives."
IV blinked, gaping at him, completely taken aback by the blatant flirting. How hard did IV hit his fucking head, because surely he was hallucinating this. IV swallowed hard after closing his mouth, or rather, after II closed his mouth for him. II had literally reached forward and pressed up at IV's chin, forcing his mouth shut, and all IV could do was watch in baffled awe. IV knew II was right. He did look hopeless. Face bruised, blood cracking down his face, hair a total mess from taking the mask off, and fuck… Knowing II found that adorable made IV's heart soar. IV was so focused on II that he didn't even hear Vessel and III leaving the pair alone in the fitting room, hushed giggles between themselves at the situation playing out before them. II chuckled, rolling his eyes playfully at IV's baffled silence.
"I know you found my gift, Ivy. Judging by your reaction, you liked it a lot more than I expected. You should know, you're really bad at hiding your bulges, Ivy..~"
Fuck. IV's cheeks somehow heated up more, hands quickly fumbling to hide his apparently noticeable hard on. Much to his dismay, II grabbed his wrists before he could even manage to cover up.
"Ah-ah.. Don't hide it, Ivy. It's fine, I don't mind..~" II cooed, pressing forward and wrapping IV's arms around his waist forcefully. IV stared down at him, wide eyed as their chests pushed together, completely unsure what to do with his floating hands. II's muscles were much more noticeable like this, pecs firm against IV's softer build. IV was about to protest when he noticed II was also sporting a semi, their clothed lengths rubbing together in the forced proximity.
"II… I.." IV started, voice quiet as his pupils blew up staring as such a pretty sight against him. Soft blue eyes, just as dilated, locked with his. His heart was pounding, palms tingling once he finally set them in the crook of II's back.
"Don't lie. I know you'll try to." II started, tilting his head and grabbing at II's wrinkled shirt. "Are you into me, or are you just really into being called stupid and pathetic?" II hummed. It was blunt as hell, but maybe IV was a little thankful for that. No beating around the bush, just II wanting clarity of things before pushing IV's boundaries.
He couldn't keep his eyes on II, averting his gaze for a moment, unable to keep up with the unyielding stare of the drummer. IV was pretty sure if it was anyone else calling him such mean things, other than maybe Vessel or III, he'd be pissed. Not turned on to all fuck. IV remained silent, too embarrassed to speak, to ruin his friendships, his job, his life. II huffed, grabbing IV's jaw and forcing him to meet his view yet again.
"Look at me." II demanded. His eyes were dark with what IV could only assume was held back lust. Blue almost made black with how dilated they had gotten. It was almost scary seeing II like that, a look he wasn't used to seeing from the sweet little drummer.
"Use your words." II squinted a bit.
IV tensed at how… dominant II was being. His cock twitched with interest. IV swallowed hard before nodding. II glared and gripped IV's chin even harder.
"Words."
IV's breath hitched. Maybe it was the way II said it, maybe it was the fear that shot through him, but every fiber of his being was overwhelmed with the desperate need to obey.
"Yes— Yes, fuck-" The words shot out of him, though II still seemed unsatisfied with IV's answer, still glaring at him. So, IV continued, "I-I, uhm.. both? I think..?"
The clarification made II's eyes soften, smirk returning to his pale lips. His grip didn't loosen on IV's jaw, forcing him to stare deep into II's darkened eyes. "Yeah? Just me, or all of us?" II tilted his head while liking his lips. IV didn't like this question. It was bad enough liking one of his bandmates, let alone all of them. It felt like a trap. All of this felt like a trap.
"I.. don't know…" IV lied.
II frowned, taking his own turn to glance away now but only for a moment before continuing. "Listen… Ivy, I like you. Really, I do, but all three of us are together. We aren't good at monogamy mixed in- or well, they aren't. They're going to want you if you get with me. They already want you, Ivy. Are you okay with that..?"
IV stared, dumbfounded. Was it always this hard to fathom things like this..? IV wasn't sure. They all wanted him? Since when? IV's mind wandered to past encounters with his friends. The most obvious possibilities were moments on stage, but.. was that always more than just performative? IV did always get a weird thrill even things happened between them on stage, but IV never considered why. Was he really that blind to his own feelings? He never considered why seeing the trio together, kissing, hugging, being so in love, made him squirm. Never considered until a few weeks ago that feeling attracted to his friends, his bandmates, wasn't just friendly thoughts between mates.
IV was taking too long to respond for II's comfort, resulting in a soft sigh from him. "Ivy, I get it. Most people aren't into this.." II started pushing on IV's chest after letting his face go, trying to pry himself out of IV's hold. "You're a good friend and a great guitarist, I really don't want this to make things weird between us. Let's just… Forget this happened."
IV was still at a loss for words. His stupid brain just couldn't catch up to all of this information all at once and the wildfire of thoughts it brought. Too much noise to filter, too many emotions. By the time he caught up, II was already walking out of the fitting room.
"Fuck.." IV breathed out. He was such a fucking idiot. He'd just let II slip right through guess fingertips because his mouth just couldn't form words until II was already gone. Just because his dumb self couldn't fathom being so desired. IV let out a shaky breath before grabbing at his chest right over his heart. Pounding, aching in a way he could only attribute to his emotional desire. IV set his jaw, doing his best to calm down. He looked in the mirror again, still covered in paint and blood. IV didn't care.
He needed to fix this.
Much too late, IV ran out of the fitting room, glancing down the hallways to try and spot II. Nothing. IV cursed before running back toward the exit, to the only place he could hope to find the drummer: the bus. IV ignored the crew talking amongst themselves out front and beelined it to the bus. Thankfully, after hoping up the stairs he immediately spotted II. Right on the couch where IV expected him to be. Though, instead of finding him sulking to Vessel and III, he was just scrolling through his phone like nothing happened. Vessel and III didn't seem worried about him either. II only looked up when he felt IV's gaze on him, frowning as he watched IV walking up to him.
"IV, what are you doing, you didn't clean off. You're gonna make a mess of the-" II cut himself off as IV climbed onto II's lap.
"Mmph— Ivy, what're you—" This time, IV cut him off, pressing up against II. One hand on his chest, one fumbling with the patch in his pocket. A much needed reminder of why he was doing this, being so bold. Before II could finish his sentence, their lips were together. II was tense but kissed back, eventually relaxing into it and setting his phone down, hands moving to hold IV's waist. Vessel and III's voices had trailed off soon after the pair started kissing, IV knew they were watching. IV got a confidence boost when he thought about it, he welcomed them to watch.
It felt good being watched, knowing they all wanted him, yet held back. Allowed II to enjoy IV first. Allowed IV to have him. It made IV feel like he was in control, like he was the dominant one here.
That didn't last long.
IV moved to lick into II's mouth after deepening the kiss. But as soon as he tried, II growled. He fucking growled. A moan caught in his throat at the sound, followed by a yelp as II lifted the taller up off the couch without breaking the kiss. Carrying IV away from Vessel and III's prying eyes like he was weightless. Any amount of dominance he had was melting away as he clung to II, legs held up with the smaller's hands. IV knew II was strong, but fuck, he wasn't struggling at all. IV had never felt so small before.
IV loved it.
IV wasn't sure why but never would have pinned II as being dominant like this. Maybe it was just the size difference between II and the others, or if it was just him trying to ignore the attraction for so long that he'd ignored some signs pointing towards it. Regardless, IV was melting hard into submission that he'd never expected himself to experience. Given how II now had IV pressed up against the wall between bunks, still holding him up, IV wasn't even sure he could reclaim dominance even if he wanted to. IV whimpered when II's lips left his and his legs were set down, eyes fluttering open to see II fumbling with his own skinny jeans.
"You little shit, making me think I fucked up." II muttered, throwing his shirt off aggressively before grabbing IV's shirt, tugging it over his head. "I bet you're just too fucking daft to speak, huh? That's why you stared at me like a dumb dog… So pathetic you go nonverbal at the slightest attention. Adorable.." II grumbled, speaking most of this between kissing and biting at IV's soft neck. Much to IV's dismay, he was starting to think II was right considering all he could muster out was a whine. He was so turned on by how II was treating him that he couldn't even think. II chuckled, palming at IV, smirking at how hard he'd made IV.
"Mmm..~ Look at you. Do you think you deserve to get off, Ivy? Have you been a good boy for me, hm?" II cooed, smirking when IV nodded immediately.
"Yeah?" II tilted his head, moving to tug down IV's pants before pinning him again, their dicks rubbing up against each other again. Only now, IV could feel the length of it against his without the restriction of fabric. IV couldn't stop his moan at the feeling.
"I think you've been good too.. Poor thing, such a mess.. Just need to be taken care of, don't you? Don't worry… I'll take good care of you, puppy.." II hummed before kissing IV hard, though not nearly long enough as far as IV was concerned. A trail of spit followed as II pulled away, something that only made II's lust deepen in his eyes. "Fuck, you look so hot like this… Shame you need to wash up eventually. I liked you already, but fuck if realizing how dense you are doesn't turn me on more.." II rambled, staring deep into IV's eyes as he grabbed both their cocks, jerking them both off in time together.
IV whined, head tilting back against the wall as his hips pressed up, desperate for II's touch at this point. The shame he felt from being called shit that would normally hurt his ego only made this harder. II moaned deeply, free hand still pinning IV to the spacing. IV never wanted more than in this moment for II to just take him.
"P.. please..." IV managed to force out, breathy and weak. Panting hard as he adjusted his footing, barely able to keep up like this.
"Please what, Ivy? As much as I want to ravish you, I'm not doing more than this without permission."
IV whined, blushing hard at the mere suggestion of II fucking him like that. He'd never been fucked before, and II clearly didn't seem to be in the headspace to give up his control and be submissive right now. IV was a little scared II would be too rough if he did fuck him, given how wild he looked. IV felt like prey, trapped under a predator. Defenseless. II could do anything to him and he'd take it, even if it scared him a little. IV gulped, grinding up into II's hand and moaning. He had to force more words out to even respond, he really wished this was easier. So weak..
"W…want… you.."
IV must've made a face because II didn't move an inch and glared again. Damn it.. "But?" He asked, reading IV in a way he'd never get used to. "I've… I've never.." IV trailed off.
What was he supposed to say? That he'd never taken a dick before? That he was basically as good as a virgin in this situation? It was accurate, but he'd rather not say something so not sexy. Ruin the mood. He was good at ruining things, he didn't want to ruin this.
II filled in the silence with a laugh, "Is this seriously your first time?"
"With a man.." IV clarified after a nod, glancing away with a huff. II's hand shot up and grabbed his face again. IV's breath shook as he was made to look at II again.
II forcing him around was a lot hotter than it should be.
"Ah ah… Don't be shy… You need to tell me this stuff. Are you okay with this Ivy? I'm not going to force myself on you if you aren't ready to try bottoming right now, okay? I wont be mad. But you need to tell me what you want."
IV swallowed hard, II's stroking had slowed much to his disappointment, but at least now he could sort of think clearly. He wanted to try, he'd been experimenting with his fingers ever since he realized he might like men, more just curious than expecting to actually ever get fucked. It hadn't been bad, but a dick was longer than his fingers and II's was definitely bigger than his fingers.
"I don't have lube.." IV muttered, a little disappointed once he realized that. He wanted to try this, but not without lube. IV would rather come out of this with his sanity intact and not in severe pain he probably wouldn't enjoy.
II just laughed, letting go of their dicks and pulling away. IV slid some down the wall, leaning hard on it to keep upright as he watched II walk off to III's bunk. The drummer got on his tippy toes to reach into the confined space, making IV tilt his head in confusion. Though he was mostly too busy staring at II's ass to question him.
II eventually came back holding a bottle, lube. "Baby, we're all cis men. Of course we have lube. Do you really want to try this..?"
IV gulped before nodding, face burning in embarrassment for not thinking of something so obvious. He wished his mouth would move, that his vocal cords would form words instead of whines, but nodding would just have to do right now. He couldn't force out words anymore. Too shy. Embarrassed. II didn't seem to mind.
"Okay.. Get in my bunk on your stomach. Get comfortable, I'll be there in a minute."
IV complied immediately without question. II's bunk smelled like II. He supposed he should've expected that, but II rarely slept in here. He was immediately surprised by that fact, given how soft the sheets were, like clouds beneath his skin. IV melted into them, shoving his face into the pillow to enjoy the smell. IV was almost too distracted by the bliss this alone gave him to notice II crawling in after him, curled up some to fit in the cramped space, not really able to sit up fully. IV definitely noticed II grabbing his ass, though, pressing into his plump warm flesh with a hum. II's hands were cold, sending a shiver through IV.
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle. I want you to enjoy this… to want it again.."
IV let out a sigh of relief. II really must be a mind reader or something because he seemed to know all of IV's worries just by looking at him. Never even needing to hear it come out of IV's mouth. IV made a noise as II ran a pair of fingers over his hole, free hand spreading him some. IV hadn't even noticed he had put lube on them until he pressed them both into his entrance with ease. IV moaned into the pillow, gripping the sheets hard.
Cold. Wet. So tight..
"Breathe."
IV took a deep breath, fingers uncurling after he let it out, relaxing a lot easier with the instructions. II kept still despite that, pressed fully into him for much longer than IV expected him to stay still. Right as he was about to complain, II started to pull out. Slow. Agonizingly slow. So very careful, before filling him back up again in the same slow pace.
"That's it.. Good boy…" II praised after a few minutes of this, gradually increasing the intensity. IV whimpered, hiding more as the small amount of praise made his heart soar. He clenched around II's fingers from them. II spread them in response.
II chuckled when that made IV squirm, singing him praises as he stretched the poor boy out. IV felt like he had been fingered for an eternity by the time a third finger breached his body. The stretch hurt, but in a way that made him so much more turned on. He needed more, he needed II inside him already. To just fuck him. IV had never felt so needy before, and he couldn't even babble out the words to beg for what he wanted. He hated it, not being able to speak, but the more II praised him the less he could think. The more II called him pathetic for whining and squirming, the more his ability to form words left him. Eventually, the torture of what felt like ages of stretching, II pulled out his fingers. IV whimpered, chasing after the loss even if that made him even more embarrassed. Never in his life did he expect that he would want something filling his ass, but here he was. IV's breath hitched as soon as he felt II crawl over him fully, chest pressing some against his back. Lining up his length.
Oh.. Fuck...
IV wished he could see it, II shaded by dim lighting, hovering above him and teasing his hole. He could almost imagine it, II's light eyes darkened by lust, those tattoos filling his beautiful chest that IV so rarely got the luxury of seeing. He understood why he was put in this position, but fuck he wanted to kiss those pale lips all over again. II pressed the tip against him some more, so much bigger than fingers.. II's free hand rubbing soothing circles into IV's waist while he began to press in. Sharp pain, a hiss leaving IV as he clung to the plush sheets. IV didn't even notice the tears prickling at his eyes given how tight he was squeezing them. II leaned down, more weight on his back, gently shushing him.
"Easy.. Relax. Let me in, I know you can take it Ivy. You're going so good, just breathe for me, okay..?"
IV let out a shaky breath as told, trying so hard to just relax, to stop his body's natural reaction to intrusion. II wasn't even in him yet, even with the lube he clearly felt soaking II's tip. How the fuck was he supposed to—
IV cried out when II finally breached the tight ring that had been making him question his decisions, eyes shooting open wide as he did. Thankfully the noise was mostly muffled by II's pillow, but he knew Vessel and III probably heard it. IV panted hard as II immediately stopped, holding IV still in place as he gently kissed his back.
"That's it, such a good boy… I've got you. Just breathe for me… That's right, just like that.."
It took everything in him to calm his breathing, hugging and biting the pillow like it was his lifeline. Maybe it was. IV whined loud when II started slowly, so.. so slowly, pressing in deeper. IV saw stars, trembling underneath him as he squeezed the poor pillow. It didn't hurt nearly as much as the initial push, but II felt fucking huge. II's fingers felt like a tease compared to this. IV wished he'd looked at II's dick properly before making this decision because clearly judging his size purely by feeling it frotting against his own dick was inaccurate. It didn't feel much bigger than IV's when they were doing that. Is this how.. IV felt to others?
IV could barely think when he felt II's hips finally meeting his ass, but at least now he could breathe, gasping in breaths as his tears stained his cheeks. II was showering him with kisses, anywhere he could reach, mostly his shoulders and neck. Hands soothing him with soft massaging.
"You feel so good Ivy..~ Isn't this nice? Getting filled?"
IV nodded, still catching his breath.
"Mm.. I bet it is, isn't it? That's what dumb puppies like you love, ya know? Taking cock like good boys should." II mumbled against his skin, gently starting to pull out and press back in.
IV only noticed then that he was crying, a moan mixed with a sob leaving him. The stretch was a lot, but it felt so much better than IV could have ever imagined. Sure, he had experimented, but never did he expect getting fucked to feel so much better. He didn't know why he was crying, but II didn't seem to mind, or worry for that matter. Instead, II just chuckled, thrusting gently in and out of him, pressing into his back more with each time. IV could feel his breath against his cheek, face next to his ear.
"Whats wrong puppy? Do you want me to stop..~?"
IV shook his head hard, trying so hard to force out words. To tell him no, fuck, please no, but he just couldn't. That made IV sob harder, why couldn't he fucking speak? Maybe it was just the pleasure at this point, but it was pissing him off and starting to upset him. He didn't want II to think he didn't like this.
II kissed his cheek, a hand wrapping around his face before shoving two fingers past IV's lips. IV's eyes rolled back. "Poor thing, feeling so good you cant even speak, hm? That's okay, puppy. Just let me think for you, just let go. I'll take care of you, okay? I just want my puppy to feel good… Can you do that for me, Ivy?"
IV hesitated, trying to think before ultimately just whining around the digits. Mindlessly starting to suck at them. It sounded nice, not thinking, he could barely think right now anyways. All he could focus on was II, the pleasure, the lust in his voice, his body being used. This was his purpose. It had to be. IV relaxed suddenly, giving in as II fucked into him progressively quicker.
"Mm, that's it, puppy. Such a stupid fucking good boy for me, aren't you~?"
IV sobbed out a moan at that, those words that had been driving him wild for weeks. Finally hearing them in person, from the real voice. He loved II saying it, and meaning it intentionally this time. It made his head spin, made him fall so much harder for II. Made him fall…
II littered him with kisses, fucking him so good. Everything felt good. IV could barely keep his eyes open, melting into the sheets as everything just fell into pleasure. IV was almost upset he'd never considered getting fucked before if it was always this amazing. But he was also thrilled II got to take his first time.
IV didn't think he'd want it any other way. He was II's. IV could barely even think. He felt like he was in heaven, and II encouraged it. Gently thrusting his fingers in and out of his mouth, pressing on IV's tongue. He moaned around them, licking and sucking and falling. Every thought melting against II's words. IV felt so pitiful and he relished in it. IV barely even registered how close he was until II reached under him with his free hand and grabbed his cock.
IV's eyes rolled back, moaning on II's fingers as he bucked into II's fist. II ground into him in response.
Fuzzy. So fuzzy.
So
So good.
"Close puppy?" II purred, IV barely registered it. II didn't mind.
"Cum for me. C'mon puppy, be a good boy. No thinking, just cum like a good slut."
IV sobbed, biting gently on II's fingers. So close, so fucking close. He whined, desperately grinding into II's hand, back onto his cock, repeat. Need.
Need.
II growled, fucking him harder, cock throbbing, close as well. "Fucking cum, damn it,~ Stupid fucking mutt, cum on my fucking cock already!"
IV sobbed out harder, toes curling as he clenched around his length, he couldn't stop it if he wanted to. IV didn't want to stop. IV came hard, harder than he ever had in his whole life. Back arching, trembling as he fucked into II's hand. Any ounce of thought was overwhelmed by the pure bliss of cumming around II's dick.
"Fuck, Ivy—"
II came soon after, slamming hard into IV as deep as he could. It didn't feel how IV expected it, but he was too gone to care. Just knowing II got off on him made his own orgasm last longer. IV collapsed into the pillow once he came down, head spinning, vision blurry, tingling, floating. Completely out of it. Life was just him and II, breathing in time together, being one.
Was this what it was like to feel safe? Loved? IV had never felt this way before. It was scary, but II being there, whispering praises to him, made him relax quickly. II pulled his fingers out of IV's mouth, he whined at the loss but didn't move. He couldn't, too gone. IV whined louder when he felt II climbing out of the bunk, partially bringing him back. He glanced over, teary eyed as he watched II pulling his condom off. IV hadn't even noticed II putting one on, he was honestly a little disappointed he wouldn't get to feel the cum dripping from him.
IV whimpered, shakily reaching a hand out for II as his tears suddenly started falling harder.
"Mmph..? Hey, hey it's okay Ivy. I'm just getting you some water, okay?"
IV sniffled, why was he so upset? II wouldn't really just leave him like this right? IV hesitantly nodded, trying not to sob as he watched II leave him there. He knew II would come back.
He cried anyways.
IV didn't remember II coming back, crying too hard, he couldn't think. He barely remembered II helping him drink the water, barely remembered II lifting him into his arms again and carrying him into the back room of the bus for much more privacy given the situation. Given their nearing departure. He'd be thankful for it later, for not being seen like this, but in the moment it hurt. He felt inadequate, not worthy of staying in II's bunk. IV sobbed into II's neck as he carried him. II was so gentle, rocking IV in his arms as he laid with the taller in the back room.
"I'm not going anywhere Ivy, okay? Look at me, Ives.."
IV shakily obeyed, staring up at those beautiful blue eyes, so much softer than earlier. II felt safe, but worry was filling his mind regardless. Not to mention the crying and inability to speak. IV felt weak, pathetic, and definitely not in a good way anymore.
"I know you aren't used to this, I know the feeling, okay? I'm here. Breathe, focus on me. I promise you I'm not going anywhere 'til you're back… Relax for me, just let yourself feel safe. I've got you.."
IV whimpered, lip trembling as II wiped his tears. He just wanted to make II happy, he didn't deserve this. IV felt like such a burden. Crying, weak, nonverbal. Pathetic. How could II want him when he was like this underneath it all? Sure, II felt safe, but he'd never seen IV like this. IV had never been like this before. IV was strong, always. He had to be, he didn't like being weak, being vulnerable. Especially not with someone he liked this much, he didn't want II to see him this way, let alone Vessel or III. Yet, II didn't seem to care at all, rocking him gently, comforting him, treating him like he was important regardless of how strong or weak he was.
"Let me take care of you, Ivy.. Please…"
IV whimpered, staring up at him before hugging him hard. IV felt so vulnerable. It scared him, being this way around someone he cared so much for. With someone he had barely even gotten with. Was he even with II? What if they weren't? IV couldn't even ask and he hated that. II cradled him, kissing his cheek while holding him in his lap, wiping away IV's tears.
"Thank you for trusting me with this, Ivy.." II smiled softly, rubbing IV's cheek. IV furrowed his eyebrows, frowning. II just chuckled, amused by the confusion. "Trusting me. With this, you're being vulnerable with me. Getting like this usually takes a lot of work and trust, and you got there your first time with me. I'm glad I make you feel safe enough to let go with me for a while.."
IV shoved his face into II's chest, sobbing hard. II let out a little grunt at that before laughing. "Such a sweet boy. I've got ya.."
They sat like that for a while, II whispering nice thing to him, nothing but gentle with IV. Encouraging him to come back down gently. IV managed to settle into II's arms after a while, his head was still fuzzy but he at least stopped crying. IV just felt so… floaty. He never wanted to leave II's arms. Leave II's safety. Especially when outside was Vessel, III, the crew. He didn't want to be looked down upon by them, any of them. Especially not Vessel or III. IV sniffled, looking up from II's chest eventually. It was hard, but he finally managed to whisper out words.
"I… mmph… Tired…"
II smiled, petting him gently and playing with his hair.
"Okay," II hummed, picking IV back up and carefully bringing him back out to the bunks. He was about to set IV down in IV's own bunk when he whined loudly.
"N-no! No… y-yours…" IV curled up into himself after having yelled. He didn't mean to be loud, he just… really wanted to be in II's soft sheets again. Safe.. II was surprised by the outburst, but immediately pivoted to his own bunk upon request, gently setting IV into the fluffy sheets with ease. IV melted hard into the softness. II chuckled, reaching in to rub his cheek.
"Better..?"
After thinking for a moment, IV nodded, lazily smiling at the drummer. II allowed him back in his bunk, into his private space. It made him happy.
"We're gonna be leaving soon. Do you want me to stay..? I know you said I'm the first guy you've been with, so I understand if you aren't ready for the crew to know.. but I know you're also still out of it. If you need me to stay I will, but I don't want you to be uncomfortable if… y'know.."
IV frowned. He knew Vessel and III knew already, and naturally the crew knew about the trio dating. He hadn't ever seen anyone on the crew judging any of them for their relationship dynamic or sexuality. But it was still new for IV. Scary. The unknown. IV wasn't even sure how to explain the things he felt yet. Sure, he could guess he was probably bisexual but IV didn't know for sure, and how would he explain himself if he didn't know himself? IV wanted II to stay, to hold him, feel II's warmth again. But the fear was stronger than his wants. IV knew the crew wouldn't care, but they'd ask. That wasn't a conversation IV was ready for.
Sighing, IV curled into the plush sheets, now overly stained by his melting paint.
"I'll… be okay…" IV managed. Thankfully, II didn't seem offended, just rubbing his cheek before going to redress himself.
"Okay, love. Well, I'll be out front then, if you need me you know where to find me. Or you can always text me, ya? I'll come runnin'"
IV smiled, giggling before nodding. II smiled back before closing the curtain for IV, the heavy footfalls the only thing letting him know II had walked out. IV sighed, rolling onto his back and groaning at the soreness that now was beginning to register. The sleepiness was taking over too quickly for him to care.. For the first time in a long time, IV felt calm. Felt wanted, cared for. II hadn't judged him at all, II saw him and didn't run. Let IV let go, enjoy himself without disgust as his weakness. All the mean things he said, only fueled by love.
It was nice.
IV felt nice.
Smiling to himself as he drifted off, hugging II's blanket without worry. Worrying could wait.
Right now, IV was safe.
And that's all IV had ever wanted.
Safety.
II.
Sleep…