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God, he had been waiting for this for so long.
III was quick to shove IV against the wall, his large hand splayed out over the guitarist’s chest. He could feel the other’s heart beating, the pace quickening. It was dark backstage, the only light being from the other end of the room, though it was just fine for the two of them.
For practically the entire show, both III and IV had been teasing each other on stage. It started with gentle nudges, to the occasional, intentional brush against their bodies, to playful pecks on the other’s cheek, and eventually, to barely-subtle hands moving to touch each other when the cameras weren’t pointed at them. Of course, it didn’t look like anything past fan service and the usual jokes, but behind the masks, they had been getting worked up. But now, finally, they were alone, and they had been waiting for long enough.
IV’s hands found the taller man’s shirt, tugging III closer, until their bodies were flush against one another. His chest heaved with breath he took, his body hot as he stared up at III through his mask. His eyes were dark, need and lust in the blue pools.
“Goddamn, finally.”
The thought passed III’s lips before he had ever realised it, his own heart racing inside his chest. Their teasing and banter onstage had been driving him crazy, and it didn’t help that IV was so goddamn beautiful. The way he played and rocked that stage had made the bassist ache with the desire to just claim the guitarist as his. Now they were alone, and III had every intention of satisfying that want.
He leaned in closer, his chest against IV’s, their bodies flush against each other. His hands moved down to the guitarist’s hips, grabbing and holding them with a tight grasp.
IV shivered at the sound of III's deep voice, a soft sound escaping his lips. He hated how III was always able to have him coming undone with a few words when he was already needy and desperate, and yet, he loved it all the same, craved it, even.
His fingers tangled in III's hair, his fingers tugging lightly on the dyed locks, pulling the bassist close. III’s head was right next to his, and he could feel his breath ghost over his neck.
“Shut up…” he muttered, his head falling back against the wall. His brows furrowed, glancing over at III through his lashes.
III chuckled in response, the sound low and deep and all too sensual. He loved how quickly IV came undone just from the sound of his voice. It made his heart thump a little harder, his grip on those slender hips tighten.
As IV leaned his head back, III wasted no time in taking off his mask. He set it aside, onto one of the road cases next to them. He pressed his lips to the bare skin of the guitarist’s neck. The feel of his soft, pale skin against his mouth was delicious. He nipped the skin softly, his voice a quiet, growling mutter.
”Make me, pretty boy.”
IV bit down on his bottom lip, stifling a soft groan. Of course, III couldn’t help but tease him. His expression shifted, letting out a quiet scoff, as if annoyed. His hand went down to grab the front of III’s shirt once more, pulling him down. He moved slowly, his eyes locked with III’s as he guided the tall man down to his knees on the ground in front of him. III chuckled and allowed himself to be brought to his knees. His hands still on the guitarist’s hips, he looked up at IV with a smirk. He was never opposed to being on his knees for the shorter man, even if he usually would give him a little fight.
He watched IV with dark eyes, his gaze hungry and full of desire. He knew what the guitarist wanted, and he was all too ready to give it to him. His fingers toyed with the button on IV's pants, tugging it playfully.
"You're so needy, aren't you?"
III's tone was a mix of teasing and lust. He knew damn well what this was doing to the guitarist, knew that the other was practically begging for it.
He leaned in, nuzzling his face against IV's crotch, taking in the scent of the guitarist with a low, satisfied hum. He teased the man by pressing a soft, brief kiss right over his clothed groin. He watched IV with those lust-filled eyes, his voice a sultry rumble.
"Look at you. So desperate, and we've barely even started."
IV let out a low sound, though he kept himself from reacting, for the most part. Despite that, he was clearly affected, the tent in his trousers still visible as day, even in the blanket the shadows created around them.
He reached up, removing his mask, and settling off beside III’s. His face was revealed, showing off the jewellery adorning his features. III knew IV had a thing for piercings. And so did he. There were spiked, silver snake bites in his lip, along with an Austin bar piercing, and a vertical eyebrow piercing on his left brow. His ears were covered with different piercings, some helixes, rooks, and lobes. There were all a matching silver, some connected with a thin chain, others simple studs.
IV crossed his arms, still staring down at III, almost expectingly.
Damn, those piercings would be the death of him. III had to stop himself from groaning when he laid eyes on the other's face. The guitarist was unfairly pretty, with his sharp features and stunning blue eyes, and the piercings only added to that beauty. The silver jewelry glittered in the light from the end of the room. He found himself wanting to touch and explore and kiss and taste, but he had to hold back to tease the other just a tad more.
He pressed a kiss to IV's hip, his lips just above the waistband of his pants.
"Tell me, princess."
The word rolled off III's tongue with a smirk. He knew the effect it had on IV. Even when the other tried to deny it, III was fully aware that the shorter man was a brat who secretly enjoyed being called that. His hands slipped down to IV's thighs, gripping the flesh there, his fingers digging softly into the skin.
He looked up at the guitarist again, his gaze unwavering, his tone a taunting purr.
"Tell me what you want, pretty boy."
IV bit down on his lower lip again, trying to keep himself quiet, trying to hide the way that single word affected him. He did not have a thing for being called princess, damn it, even if his body said otherwise. He knew that III was all too aware of the effect it had on him, and he hated it, yet still yearned for it.
He reached out, slender fingers tangling in III’s locks and giving a slight, firm tug. The action seemed to be equal parts a form of retaliation and a way to urge to get III to touch him.
"You know damn well what I want,” he huffed. “So give it to me.”
III chuckled. He knew damn well the effect his words were having on the guitarist. The way his breathing quickened, the sharp intake and shiver when he had called him princess, the way he tugged on his hair, trying to get him to touch him. God, all of it made his own body ache for the other. He let his hands move up those slender thighs, sliding up towards the waistband of IV's pants. In the back of his mind, he was well aware that someone could walk backstage and find them like this. The idea sent a shiver down his spine.
III's eyes flicked up towards IV's face, drinking in the sight. God, the man was so beautiful. His eyes, the piercings, the flush on his cheeks—it all made him look so damn kissable. A low, throaty growl rumbled in III's chest, and he gave into the overwhelming urge to give IV what he wanted, what he craved. With deft fingers, he undid the buttons and zipper on the front of IV's pants, his hands pulling them to just above his knees in a quick motion, leaving the guitarist in his boxers.
"You look so good, princess."
IV only watched intently.
He reached into his pocket, fishing out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. He pulled a cigarette out, slipping it between his lips, before flicking the lighter on, igniting the tip, before shoving the two items back into his pocket. He took a puff from it, exhaling the smoke into the air.
He looked back down at III.
“I know,” was all he said.
Damn, did IV have to look so hot when he did that?
Smoking. There was something about the way the shorter man held that cigarette to his lips, the way he inhaled the smoke, the sight of him exhaling it... It was a sight that always stirred up something within III. He loved seeing IV so at ease, yet so damn seductive.
III watched the other exhale the smoke, his gaze a mix of hunger and desire. He let his hands trail up the inside of IV's thighs, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on the sensitive skin.
"So damn pretty..."
His hands traced higher over IV's slender thighs, getting dangerously close to his boxers.
His gaze was unwavering, eyes fixed on IV's face. Watching him as he smoked that damn cigarette. It was both a beautiful and seductive sight. III had half a mind to stop him from smoking, to kiss him instead. But he knew the shorter man enjoyed this too much to let go.
"Those piercings… those pretty little things all over you, the damn way you smoke… you know what it does to me, don't you, princess?"
“I do.”
IV leaned down, just enough to bring his face closer to III’s, his legs still against the wall. He brought the cig back up to his lips, taking another drag. Slowly, he blew the smoke towards III’s face, his eyes hinted with the slightest bit of amusement.
“Now,” he began, “get to work.”
A subtle, low growl rumbled in III's chest, his eyes darkening at the command. God, that tone IV used, the way he blew the smoke in his face… his pretty boy was testing his patience. III found himself both annoyed and turned on. He wanted to tease him, to get some kind of reaction out of him, but he knew what IV wanted, and he had every intention of giving it to him.
He reached out, taking the cigarette from IV's mouth. He brought it to his own lips, taking one last drag. Exhaled. The smoke left III's lips in a soft huff, disappearing into the air. He set the cigarette aside, back into IV’s hand, not giving himself a chance to take another drag. His attention was focused solely on the other man, and he was determined to give him what he wanted.
His hands shifted, one on IV’s upper thigh, the other on his hip. He looked up at the guitarist, his gaze hungry and dark.
"So damn impatient, princess," he muttered, a hint of annoyance and a lot of lust in his voice. "Don't worry, you'll get what you want."
With that, III leaned in and pressed his lips to IV's bare stomach, just below his navel. His hands gripped the other's hips, holding the man in place. Slowly, he planted kiss after kiss on the soft skin. His lips trailed over the guitarist's hip bones, sucking the skin there. He moved lower, his teeth grazing the V line that disappeared beneath those damn boxers. He felt the shorter man shiver under his touch. He chuckled against IV's skin, his hands moving down to the inside of his thighs once more. His mouth kept moving lower, nipping and kissing at the sensitive skin on the inside of IV's thighs. His fingers toyed with the fabric, tugging it softly, slowly pulling them down.
"You’re so pretty, princess. So goddamn pretty…"
III left a few more kisses on IV's inner thighs, his lips so close to where the man wanted him. He was deliberately ignoring the growing need between IV's legs, his lips and tongue teasing, getting so damn close to where he wanted them but not giving in yet.
IV only let out another scoff at that, his expression hardening, the longer III teased him.
Thankfully, however, it wasn’t long before IV’s briefs joined his trousers, bunched up around his lower thighs as he leaned against the wall. His cock was fully erect, almost aching from the denial of proper attention. As familiar as the sight was to III, he was quick to notice something in particular, something that had been different than the last time they had been together.
“Well?” IV asked, still smoking whilst observing III’s reaction. “Do you like it?”
The guitarist’s member had two pieces of silver in them—piercings— that immediately caught III’s eyes. A dydoe and frenum piercing.
III was speechless for a few moments as he took in the sight in front of him. IV looked so damn beautiful, the silver of the piercings glinting in the dim light.
God, he was obsessed with them. The way those little pieces of metal made him look even more pretty, and the fact that IV had gotten them… The way those damn piercings looked, the realisation of what the other had done, it made III's mouth go dry. He had been waiting to see this.
He reached out once again, his fingers running over the silver. His touch was soft, his fingers brushing against the piercings, feeling the metal on his fingertips, the way the skin moved around those damn pieces of silver. III swallowed hard as he looked up, his expression almost breathless.
"You're trying to kill me, aren't you, princess?" he growled, his voice low and raspy with a hint of amazement. "You knew what this would do to me, you goddamn brat. Getting all pretty for me."
III's fingers traced over one of the silver barbell piercings, feeling the coolness of the metal on his skin. He swallowed hard, his breathing becoming slightly laboured.
God—how the hell was he going to keep himself from ravaging the guitarist right there and then? Those damn piercings, the way he looked so pretty, so damn perfect…
"How long have you had these, princess?" he managed to choke out, his gaze never leaving the new additions. His hands shifted, moving to hold onto IV's hips, his fingers grabbing and gripping the skin.
A sly smirk curled on IV's lips, a low chuckle in his chest. He was proud of himself. He was fully aware of the way III was reacting, and he loved it. The fact that he was able to affect the other man with such a simple act, simply by getting a few little pieces of metal in his skin, made him feel so powerful. He took a puff of his cigarette, the smoke leaving his mouth before he spoke.
"Two or three months," he replied, his voice slightly teasing. "I wanted them to be a surprise for you.”
"Jesus," III groaned, his grip on IV's hips tightening.
Two or three months. The thought that IV had this little secret, that his pretty boy had kept this surprise for months, all to give III a pleasant surprise… The fact that he let them heal, let himself feel whatever pain that came with the piercings, all to surprise him with this… the thought made III even more obsessed than he already was with the guitarist. He let out a soft, frustrated sound, his thumbs pressing into the dips in the short man's hips.
III leaned in to IV's body again, his lips finding the other's hips, leaving gentle kisses on the sensitive skin. He nipped and sucked, marking the soft skin with small, dark spots that would fade, but for the moment, he wanted to see them there. He wanted a reminder that the guitarist was his, that IV had those damn piercings for him.
His hands shifted again, finding their way to the inside of the smaller man’s thighs. He gave an almost teasing squeeze, his teeth grazing the skin.
"Were they sore?" his voice was quiet, almost a murmur against IV's hip.
IV nodded, the hint of a smirk still on his lips. He took another, slow drag before responding.
“Very,” he confirmed.
His free hand went to III’s hair, stroking through the strands.
“So you better make it worth it.” His voice carried a somewhat playful tone, through it was spoken with a slight edge, as if telling III to get on with it. IV was getting impatient.
A low growl rumbled in III's chest.
"I'm gonna make it so damn worth it, princess," he muttered against the other's hips, his voice low, a hint of a warning in his tone.
He loved the feeling of IV's hand in his hair, fingers running through, messing them up. He could almost purr at the touch, and for a second, he considered taking the time to tease the other. But he could tell he was getting impatient. He could hear it, feel it in that damn tone of his.
He pressed one last kiss to IV's hip, a soft sound in his throat, before pulling away. His hands left the guitarist's hips, instead finding a firm, possessive grip on his thighs. He looked up at IV, drinking in the sight of the shorter man, the sight of those damn piercings glinting in the dim light. He reached out, his touch feather-light on those little silver barbells, his fingers tracing over them, his gaze never leaving IV's face. The look in his eyes was nothing short of hungry.
"You have no idea what you do to me, do you?" he growled, a mix of amazement and desire in his voice.
He could feel the need in his chest, the need to claim, the instinct to mark his territory, to show who the shorter man belonged to…
He shifted, moving his head down, his face level with those damn piercings. He couldn't help himself. He had to get a closer look. His tongue darted out, just a quick, teasing touch against the metal of the barbell. He could hear IV quietly groan.
"These are so hot," III muttered, his voice a low, husky whisper.
He leaned in even closer, his hands moving from IV's thighs to the guitarist's hips. His mouth found those piercings again, his tongue tracing the edges of the metal. He felt a shiver under his touch, heard the soft gasp from the other.
He was obsessed. Those simple pieces of metal had him almost drooling right there and then.
"God, you're so damn pretty," he groaned, his fingers gripping and holding IV in place.
A tingle rippled down IV’s spine, his hips shifting under III’s grasp. His fingers tightened around the cigarette, which was almost completely burnt out by now. IV took one last, long, draw from it, before snuffing out the cigarette into the road case next to them. He held in the smoke for a few seconds, his eyes closing as he leaned his head back against the wall, before finally letting it out, opening his eyes to watch the smoke disappear into the air.
His now-free hands moved to III’s head, urging the other man closer.
“Keep going,” he mumbled under his breath, a glimmer of impatience shining in his eyes as he stared down at III.
God.
The sound of IV's voice, that hint of impatience, the way he urged him closer—all of it sent a shiver down III's spine, his grip on the other's hips tightening.
"You're so damn needy," he growled, a hint of amusement in his tone.
He loved when IV got like this. When the shorter man was needy, impatient, desperate for him. He was so used to the guitarist's smug, bratty attitude, but when he acted like this? When he wanted him that badly? It was irresistible.
He continued his ministrations, his tongue and lips working over those damn piercings, his mouth wrapped around the head of IV’s member. He could hear the other man breathing, feel the heat radiating from his skin, the way he shivered and whimpered when he moved his mouth just right. He loved every second of this. The way IV looked, the sound of his breathing, the feel of him in his mouth, the way he tasted, the way he reacted. He'd spent time doing this before on many occasions, but this was different. This was new. IV's piercings added a whole new element to everything. Each one made III thrum with desire, made his already overwhelming need for the guitarist spike even further.
He paused for a moment, just long enough to look up at the other, his voice low, a mix of huskiness and hunger.
"You like that, princess?" he asked, his tone almost cocky.
He knew damn well that IV liked it, that he was getting off on this just as much as he was—he could see it, feel it, taste it… He could see the way the man's body was reacting, the way he was already so wound up just from his mouth alone, but he wanted to hear the confirmation. He wanted to hear the whimper, the soft moan and gasp, that little yes from his pretty boy.
The words almost caught in IV's throat.
"… don't stop." The command came out as a quiet plea, the words barely a murmur.
The way III was looking up at him, the sight of the other's mouth on him, the feel of his tongue on those piercings, the low sound of his voice… it was a lot. And he didn’t want III to stop.
His hands tightened their hold in the other’s hair, once again tugging him forwards, encouraging him to take more of him.
Those words were like music to his ears. God, he loved when he managed to get IV to drop that bratty, confident act. The way his voice went from that smug tone to a needy plea, just by what he was doing with his mouth?
It was addictive.
He gave another low growl, his own need for the shorter man only growing, his lust only increasing as IV tugged him closer.
He obliged, taking more of him into his mouth—more, but not all. Oh, no, he was going to make him work for that. He wanted IV to lose it, to squirm and writhe and whimper for him, to be a pretty, desperate mess because of him and only him.
He continued to tease, his tongue working over the piercings, taking only as much as he wanted, but avoiding the spots he knew would make the shorter man fall apart. He looked up, his dark eyes watching IV's face, his hands gripping and holding the man in place so he couldn't move. He knew that this would probably drive the guitarist insane.
The sight of IV, the sounds he was making, the desperation in his voice and face… He could've kept going like this forever. The taste of him, the feel of him, those piercings making everything even more intense…
But as much as he was enjoying himself, he wanted more. He wanted to see IV completely undone. He wanted to see those pretty eyes roll back, and that smugness replaced by pure, raw, need. So he moved, finally giving the guitarist what he wanted. He took him fully into his mouth, his throat moving around him, his hands gripping tighter at the other's hips, his eyes locked on his face. He could feel IV trembling, the man's breathing growing more laboured, his mouth open, his eyes shut tight, his fingers tangled in III's hair, holding onto him like a lifeline, like he was the one thing keeping him grounded. He could feel the way his body was reacting, his voice caught in his throat, trying and failing to form any coherent words.
God, he was so damn pretty. He was beautiful like this, so pretty, so damn beautiful.
Beautiful..
That one word felt like a massive understatement.
There was no better sight in the world than seeing IV like this. The way he was falling apart, the sounds he was making, the way his body writhed under his touch, the way his voice was caught in his throat, the way he whimpered, pleaded and gasped… everything about the shorter man was beautiful like this. And he was the one who caused it. He was the one who made him feel like this.
And he would worship at the altar of IV's body a thousand times over.
III continued to move, his mouth continuing his assault, his tongue working over those piercings, knowing they were making everything even more intense.
He heard a quiet whimper from above, which made him pause for a moment. He looked up, his lips just around the head, his gaze meeting IV's. He could see how wrecked and needy the guitarist looked just by this. He knew how much IV wanted it, how desperate he was for more.
III waited a moment, his eyes watching the other man's breathing, the way he trembled, how he whimpered… before he decided to give in. He started up again, moving more quickly, harder, taking him deeper… He could feel himself growing more and more desperate, the need to watch the shorter man come undone becoming almost overwhelming. He moved his hands from the other's hips, to his thighs, holding his thighs firmly, his fingers digging into the skin, a silent command to keep him in place. He wanted him to stay there, to stay still and let him do this.
God.
He could feel himself getting lost in this, in the way IV felt, in the way he reacted, the way he fell apart under his touch, the way he gasped and whimpered and moaned. It was intoxicating, the way it filled him with a rush of power. He knew he was already close. He could feel it in the way the shorter man's body moved, could hear it in the sounds he was making, could see it in the way his breath was coming out in soft, desperate gasps and moans. He didn't care. He was going to make IV come.
His eyes locked onto IV's face, his gaze dark and intense. He could see the way the shorter man was on the edge, the way his body trembled, the way his breathing was coming in short, sharp gasps.
He moved harder, faster, his tongue working over those piercing, knowing they were driving the shorter man crazy. God, the sound of those whimpers and gasps was like a drug, the sound of his name on those pretty lips… every sound was like a shot straight through his spine. He could feel it in his chest, the way his whole body was tense. God, he could spend eternity just like this, on his knees, worshipping this man, listening to those whimpers and gasps and the way his voice was strained and desperate as he tried not to say more. He could feel the way his body was shaking, he could hear the quiet, needy sounds spilling from his lips.
He knew, he could tell that the shorter man was close. He could see it in the way his chest rose and fell, in the way his thighs were tense, in the way his hand was still clinging, buried in his hair.
III felt an intense sense of satisfaction at the sounds coming from the guitarist, the sight of him so needy, so desperate, so beautiful. He knew he was close, and he wanted to push him over the edge. He wanted to make him lose all control, to make him fall apart, he wanted to hear him whimper and beg and gasp his name. He wanted to feel him come, feel him trembling against his tongue… He wanted to worship him, to make him feel so good, he couldn't think of anything else.
He could feel the tension building, the need and hunger growing stronger. He wanted this, he wanted the shorter man's release, he wanted to feel it and taste it, he wanted to see him fall apart. He moved harder and faster, his tongue swirling around the head while he looked up at IV's face.
The look in his eyes, that whimpering, needy expression… He looked so damn beautiful like this. So wrecked. So desperate. So damn perfect.
IV groaned, his hands trembling as they tightened their grip on III’s hair. He tugged the other man closer, using enough force to make III take him even deeper.
The heat was building up now. IV was getting impatient, and it was clearly showing. He let out low whines and breathy gasps, his blasé facade peeling away as his body grew hotter, the heat pooling in his stomach. The piercings, and the way the sensitive skin around rubbed against III’s mouth was almost too much to bear, and IV had to squeeze his eyes shut, leaning against the wall behind him for support.
III could sense the change in the other man's body, the way his breathing was starting to get more ragged and uneven. He could tell that he was close, close to losing control, close to that delicious precipice. That thought alone was enough to drive him wild. God, he loved seeing IV like this, the way he was whimpering and squirming, the way he was clinging onto him, holding tightly. He knew that the guitarist was close, he could sense it in the way his body was tensing, tight and taut like a string ready to snap.
He kept going, moving faster, harder, his tongue moving over those damned piercings, determined to push the shorter man over the edge. Those whimpers, those gasps and moans, the way IV’s body was trembling and quivering under him, the way he was trying to keep himself together… It was beautiful. His own body was aching, desperately needy, but he ignored it. For now, he was focused solely on the man in front of him, the man who was now starting to fall apart under his touch. He had never seen IV so needy, so desperate, so damn beautiful… he loved every moment of this, and he would keep going until the guitarist was completely and utterly spent.
God, he couldn't wait. He couldn't wait to see IV fall, to see him come undone, to feel it and taste it… it was driving him crazy.
He moved harder, faster, his tongue moving in ways he knew would drive the other man insane. He felt the tension in IV's body, the way his thighs were trembling, the way his fingers were gripping his hair so tightly, so clearly on the verge of climax. IV was close. III could feel it in the air, in the way his breath was coming in sharp gasps.
And then, finally, IV let out a sound that was so purely needy. A whimper, more pleading than anything else.
"Oh, God, III…”
And before either of them knew it, IV came, hard. His hands yanked III closer, even closer than before, his back arching against the wall, as he came right into the other man’s mouth. Meanwhile, his head remained thrown back, a low, drawled moan slipping out his mouth as he bit down on his bottom lip. Waves of pure bliss crashed over him, and he let his mind go blank, allowing the pleasure to take him.
The sound of IV coming like this almost sent III spiraling over the edge, but he managed to hold back, not quite ready to give in to that release at the moment. He didn’t swallow just yet, instead taking the time to admire the way IV's body quivered and shook beneath him. He pulled back, taking a few moments to catch his breath, to stare up at the other man, taking in the aftermath of his work.
He was gorgeous.
And for now, he was his.
He watched as IV slowly came back down from his high, his breathing slowing, his body relaxing, his eyes slowly opening to look down at III. IV was a sight to see like this; his chest rising and falling with his heavy breaths, the sheen of sweat on his skin, the way his eyes were still half-lidded, still lost in the afterglow. III could look at him like this for hours, could watch him come undone like this over and over again. He felt a surge of possessive satisfaction, seeing IV like this, seeing the marks he left behind, and the impact he had on the other man.
As IV started to regain his composure, he found III getting up from the floor. He opened his mouth to speak, but was met with the taller man immediately crashing their lips together.
IV let out a soft moan, his hands promptly tangling in III’s hair once more. However, to his surprise, he felt something hot and thick enter his mouth. It took him a split second to recognise the salty flavour, and his face heated up just slightly, as he realised what III was doing. It was a bit degrading, in the guitarist’s opinion, but he couldn’t care less right now. He was caught up in the moment, and eagerly swallowed down what III had given him.
III felt the heat in the pit of his stomach burn hotter as he deepened the kiss, his tongue twisting around the other man's, the salty taste of IV's own release mixing in their mouths. He felt a surge of satisfaction at the realisation that he had completely taken apart the guitarist, had made him come undone with just his mouth.
He pulled back from the kiss, looking down at the man he had reduced to a trembling mess. IV was still panting, still trying to catch his breath, his face flushed and his eyes still a little unfocused. III couldn't help but feel a rush of satisfaction at the sight; the knowledge that he had reduced this normally cocky, stubborn, arrogant man to a mess with just his mouth…
He was used to seeing him like this, and yet, every single time felt like the first.
"Well, princess…” he murmured, his tone teasing yet possessive. “You liked that?"
The response he received was a little, mumbled hum—a begrudging confirmation from IV, who turned partial of his focus to pulling his trousers back up, fixing out the wrinkles in his clothes.
The sight of IV, trying to fix his appearance after what they just did, made III smirk. He took a step back, watching as the shorter man, so beautiful in the aftermath of his release, trying to look as though he wasn't completely and utterly wrecked.
It was adorable, and III loved it.
He watched as the guitarist zipped up his pants, still trying to fix his appearance.
"Come here, princess."
There was a hint of a command in his voice, something firm, and yet somehow still affectionate.
IV paused, his eyes flickering up to meet III's, the hint of a defiant glint in them once more. He paused, his hands still on the now-done zipper of his pants, before slowly making his way forward, towards III. He stopped in front of the other man, his hands coming up to rest on his hips.
"What?" he asked, the hint of a challenge in his tone, his usual attitude returning.
Ah, there he was.
The bratty attitude had returned, and so had that defiant glint in his eyes. III let out a low chuckle, his smirk spreading across his face, his eyes drinking in the sight of the shorter man in front of him.
"Don't try to act all sassy after coming apart so easily like that."
He raised a hand, his fingers lightly tracing the other's jaw, before grabbing his chin and tilting his head up, forcing IV to look up at him.
"You came apart so hard for me, princess. You're so damn beautiful like that, you know that? Completely falling apart… and yet you still want to act like a brat."
His other hand came up to caress the side of IV's face, his thumb rubbing over the other man's bottom lip. He couldn't resist letting out a smug little chuckle when he saw the look of irritation flash across IV's face.
God, that defiant little attitude…
He was going to make the guitarist lose it again.
He only offered a smile, before gently yet firmly grasping IV’s hand, leading him to one of the nearby storage rooms.
“You know… I think I’d like to see those piercings again.”