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Vessel has always had a habit of walking around half naked, whether it’s cold, hot, drafty, or sunny. He can’t use the excuse of tanning—his charcoal skin retains heat, but it doesn’t typically get any darker. The only explanation is that he just likes to be that way. He also has a habit of doing unnecessarily strenuous tasks, working up a sweat by reason of “getting in a good workout”. This is the reason why, when III pointed out that the lawn was getting too long, IV expected Vessel to take up the task.
He was wrong.
IV loves their little area. Well, little isn’t the right word. A manor built in the centre of acres of land including fields, forests, and a small lake (“How is that tiny thing a lake, III. That’s a pond.” “It’s a lake because I say it’s a fucking lake. What the hell do you know about lakes, II?). There’s so much room to explore. The boys haven’t even discovered everything on the land yet. But IV loves that there’s so much space to plant beautiful flowers and grow their own vegetables. He loves that on summer days he can step into the ankle-high creek right in their backyard and cool off. He loves that the area has a mystical feeling, like it’s someplace that’s not actually on Earth. Like you enter another dimension when you turn onto the road that is essentially a mile long driveway. The ethereal aura is probably thanks to Sleep. They are technically on sacred ground. But he loves it. He loves everything about it.
What he doesn’t love is how much fucking grass there is.
It took him hours to do the front yard before taking a 2 hour break. Then it took him hours to do the backyard. Even though it’s less space it took some very careful maneuvering to avoid the freshly planted flower beds, along with all the other shit that he and III had growing in there. They really should’ve sectioned off little areas.
Some time during his landscaping journey Vessel and III took off to go to the mall. III wants new jewelry and Vessel wants to look at clothes. He loves buying clothes too much for someone who never fucking wears any. IV thinks every time it’s brought up. By the time he’s done with the lawn, Vessel and III have been gone for an hour, and II is probably doing who-knows-what.
Top priority: take a shower.
He walks up the wooden stairs to his bedroom and lets out a sigh at the familiar peppermint-lemon scent of his favorite candle. Even when it’s not burning the smell lingers in his space, on his clothes, and in his hair—a fact that the others absolutely adore. He grabs a towel and is about to head into the bathroom when he sees a lump in his bed in the corner of his eye. Upon closer inspection, IV realizes that it’s II peacefully sleeping under the blankets. He subconsciously realizes that he’s too gross and dirty to get into his bed, but he can’t help but go over and look a little closer. II truly looks small in IV’s giant bed and under his overly plush duvet.
Seeing him so sleepy did something to him… so gentle, soft, and safe stirred something primal in him. He knows that this is the person that bends him over backwards when he steps out of line, and that when IV is under him, he looks so much bigger and meaner than he really is. But watching him peacefully rest in the middle of a giant bed with his little body…. It gives him fuzzy feelings that he can’t even describe. He sits on the side of the bed and runs his hands through II’s soft hair, gently waking him.
“What are you doing in here, love?” IV asks with a gentle smile.
“Missed you.” II groans. He flips his head to the other side so that he can see his boyfriend’s loving eyes and hear his soft chuckle more clearly. After the recent stress of putting together the new album and planning next year’s tour, II had been feeling uncharacteristically anxious. But being surrounded by everything that reminds him of IV immediately calmed his heart.
“I was only outside, sweetheart.” II’s breath hitches at the pet name. He usually doesn’t like them, never hesitating to shoot someone a glare when they make up an overly sweet nickname for him. He may or may not pretend that he hates it because he secretly likes it too much. And he knows that IV is slightly taking advantage of his sleepiness. It’s well known amongst the boys that II is more receptive to intimate gestures after he wakes up, which is why III often opts for morning sex.
“Still.” II responds simply, letting his head rest further into the plush pillows. More of IV’s natural scent floats up into II’s nose, making him sigh in content and he lets his eyes fall shut once more.
IV gives II a chaste kiss on the back of his neck and smiles against his skin. When II makes a questioning sound, IV responds with, “You’re just so adorable like this. Makes me want to get on top of you and squeeze you. Among other things.” II makes a sound that sounds a lot like a hmph. But when IV runs his fingers through II’s hair again, he relaxes, feeling safe and comfortable in the company of his boyfriend. He can almost feel the love radiating off of him. He wished he could express it in the same way.
IV thinks about how II never lets himself be adorable. They all joke that he’s just like a bunny because he’s small and soft and adorable for no reason. He has a thing for smells, which he just now realizes is probably the reason that he’s showed up in his bed. But when Vessel ruffles up IV’s hair or III hugs him from behind or II scratches his back and whispers about how nice his skin feels, he doesn’t trip about it. He doesn’t get defensive or insecure about being “cute” or vulnerable. He knows that it’s just the way his boys see him. They all treat each other like that. So why does II have a problem with the people that love him showing him love?
IV pulls the blankets down to II’s knees, exposing the mural of tattoos all across his body. He rests his hand on the small of his back, eyeing the way his fingers almost reach the whole way across. He lets out a small exhale which grabs II’s attention. He reopens his eyes, catching the dark dimensions that now resided in IV’s. He would’ve paid more attention to how his lids narrowed and his pupils dilated if he hadn’t caught sight of the once-loose t-shirt sticking to his chest and torso with sweat.
It was at that moment that he caught the scent of IV’s sweat, along with the ever present hint of minty citrus and he felt the tiny space between his hips and the sheets underneath him become even smaller. He eyes the outline of IV’s pecs and waist defined by the sweaty garment and is suddenly reminded of the reason why he had wanted to be all over that a couple days before when IVy had returned from a short run in the rain. His hair was adorably messed up and framed by his broad shoulders.
IV would’ve smirked if he’d noticed the objectifying gaze, but he was guilty of doing the exact same thing. As a self-declared “sucker for tiny waists”, he is constantly grabbing his boys by the sides of their bellies and running his hands over their hips. II’s not actually all that smaller than him, but he’s still tiny. Despite that, he has such a nice hourglass figure that IV just adores.
They make eye contact and before he knows it, II’s legs are being straddled from behind. IV rests his hands on either side of his, leaning down to kiss right in between his shoulder blades before going down the line of his spine. He grips II right in the divots of his waist and says, “These are such pretty little dips you have here.”
His voice rusted on the word.
II groans, loving the feeling of being held down, although he would never admit it. It uncharacteristically made him feel like he wanted to stay in this position forever, trapped in the embrace of his devoted lover. The feeling quickly disappears once he realizes that he can’t move. IV shifts his hips a bit forward so that the hardness in his center presses into II’s ass. He wants to be gentle in order to keep II in a nice headspace for as long as possible. He hardly ever gets into a kind of mood where he wants to be completely taken advantage care of. But he doesn’t want to be too gentle.
IV squeezes II’s soft, delicate waist before sitting back up and resting completely on top of the backs of his thighs. He reluctantly lets go when the drummer begins to squirm, instead running his hands up and down the shoulders of the man underneath him, almost like a massage. II groans again, this time sounding more awake and slightly sensual. He’s not used to not being in control whatsoever. Even when he lets the others top he at least has some semblance of it. But now he’s rendered almost completely immobile.
All he wanted was to take a nap.
“IV.” He breaths.
“Yes, baby?” IV responds in a rough whisper right in his ear.
”Let me up,” II says with a chuckle, trying to act ignorant. When IV doesn’t move he adds “Please.”
”Hmm…. I don’t know. I never get to see you like this. It’s so nice to look at you from up here. Especially from the back….” He runs his hands down the sides of II’s body once again and his ears turn red.
”Let me up, IV.” II demands, secretly getting anxious, wary of going into unknown territory. It’s not like he’s never bottomed before, but he feels like he has no control over the situation. When his brain is clouded by sleep he lets go more easily. It’s not that he wants to bottom more when he’s tired, it’s just that he’s less likely to get into his head about it when he’s brain fogged.
”Well, no, I don’t think I will,” IV responds, fingering the waistband of II’s sweatpants. “Not with that attitude, anyway.” He doesn’t know about the struggle going on in II’s mind, but he does want to try getting II out of his head enough to let himself be taken care of. What did he think would happen when IV found him lying half naked in his bed, laying on his favorite pillow, and looking so adorably cuddly? He should know by now that it makes his soft dom senses tingle.
II squirms as the man on top of him starts to raise his hips to pull the waistband under them. He feels the caresses on the swell of his ass attempting to calm down his fidgeting. Once IV finally gets the sweats low enough to expose the tops of his thighs, leaving II in mainly his underwear, he lifts himself up to turn the smaller man over. Now facing him is a slightly irritated II who is breathing faster than normal and attempting to glare into IV’s blue eyes.
”Come on, let me take care of you. There’s no one here, no one will see. It’s just me and you.” II just stared at him for a moment. “Or would you prefer me to shower first?”
”No!” II responds a little too fast and a little too loud, clinging onto IV’s shirt. He clears his throat, “Ahem, I mean…. That’s not necessary.” He once again eyes the tight shirt adhering to his masculine build, making his dick throb like crazy the tiniest bit more. IV smiles as if understanding why II is so eager to have him put off the shower. He takes a small risk, gently grabbing II’s wrists and holding them down on either side of him, splaying out his arms. He leans forward, pressing their foreheads together. Then, he gives him a peck on the lips before making direct eye contact.
He moves his hips forward the slightest bit, rubbing their dicks together. II takes in a sharp inhale in response and stares right back into IV’s eyes. They remind him of blueberries.
”IV, let me up.” No response. He deepens his voice. “I want to see you from that angle.”
This sentence, so simple, so forward, so nonchalant, actually almost made IV change his mind. He loves being on the bottom, even when he’s domming, so that he can see every intake of breath, every shift of muscle, and every contortion of pleasure in their faces. But then again… he can get that every other day of his life. In fact, he probably will later tonight. Vessel owes him one. But it’s almost a once-a-year opportunity to convince II to be completely submissive. But it’s so nice to be on the bottom. He can still top from underneath, right? But it would be much easier for II to take control if he’s the one on top….
II grins, clearly able to see the gears turning in IV’s head. The smirk on his face is actually what pulls the guitarist back into reality. “Hmm. And what would I get in return?”
“Dicked.”
”As lovely as that sounds, little bunny, it doesn’t sound like a fair trade to me.” II’s face drops at the pet name even though his heartbeat springs a little at the sound of it.
“Fine, go shower, then.”
”I’m just fine right here, thank you.” IV says with a sly grin. He grinds his hips into II’s once again, trying to distract him from his own stubbornness. II bites back a groan in an attempt to remain nonchalant, but he swallows, giving him away. IV bites his lip and applies more pressure. “Don’t tell me you don’t like it like this.” He whispers in his ear before nibbling at the lobe.
II tries to grapple with the fact that he most likely will not get out of this situation the way he wants to. He’s getting in his head again, but he doesn’t want to disappoint IV who he knows is trying to get him into this for him. And he does like it like this. The feeling of being so deep in pleasure that only comes with being completely safe and comfortable in your vulnerability…. He misses that feeling. He wants it. Unfortunately, it was ruined for him a while ago.
IV kisses him, bringing him out of the past and into the present. This is IV we’re talking about. He loves me. Even the fact that IV cares enough to notice that he might be a little uncomfortable in this situation is more than others have done. And II is always pushing the boys to get out of their comfort zone. He’s as gentle and understanding as he can be when they’re trying something new or something he wants to do that they’re unsure about. That’s what IV is doing for him now. So why can’t he let go?
II kisses IV back, trying his best to relax once more into the plush mattress like he did while he was napping. The man on top gently sucks II’s bottom lip into his mouth, which he knows that he loves. II groans and lifts his head up to push his mouth even harder against IV’s. If he could get any closer he would.
II raises his hips up, pushing his erection onto IV’s, groaning at the stimulation. He wants to wrap his legs around his hips so bad, but they’re still trapped by IV’s straddle. He squirms his arms and legs in a final attempt to escape, but IV is too strong. Or maybe he’s just too tired. Either way, he lays his head back on the pillow in defeat. In response, IV kisses down his neck, sucking tiny little bruises into the divot between his throat and his clavicle. II exhales, a moan catching in his throat. IV leaves open-mouthed kisses down, down, down, to his nipple, licking it to harden it before nibbling lightly. II finally lets out a pleasurable noise and his hips buck up into IV’s. After treating the other side the same way, the guitarist goes down, down, down to II’s crotch, mouthing over his clothed dick.
II lets out a throaty growl, closing his eyes. IV moans at the feeling of his hardness in his mouth. For some reason he finds something incredibly erotic about oral stimulation through underwear. He looks up at II to see his head relaxed into the pillow and his eyes closed in content. He lets go of his wrists slowly, making sure that the man under him won’t fight, and when he doesn’t, he slips off his boxers. Now that his partner is completely naked, IV sits back once more to see his beautiful body in its entirety, once again eyeing his lovely hourglass figure. He paws at his hips while licking a strip up II’s cock.
II moans in response. “Fuck. Just….” He cuts himself off.
”Hmm?” IV questions with his mouth full, sucking in small spots down his cock to his balls. He finally takes II into his hand and slowly strokes up and down. “What? You want this?”
II glares at him. He knows what he’s doing. II’s favorite thing to do is to make his boys uncomfortable by telling him exactly what they want. Vessel and III don’t mind it too much, always ones for humiliation. But II has always gone the hardest on IV.
II simply nods. IV releases his cock and looks at him expectantly.
“Use your words, little bunny.”
”I want it.”
”What do you want?” A moment of silence.
”I want you to touch me.”
”Where…?” IV requests patronizingly
II pouts. “On my cock.”
”Good boy. I knew you wanted thi—. Hang on. What is this?” Something glints in the light, catching IV’s eye. A shiny black gem just under II’s taint. He touches it, feeling the warmth it’s received from II’s body heat. IV eyes him and tries to hold back a smug smile. “You are such a needy boy.”
II swallows. Caught.
IV brings himself all the way back up to II’s lips. “I know you like to feel good, little one. That’s what all this is about, hmm?” He taps on the base of the plug which makes II’s breath catch. “Just relax and let me make you feel good.”
IV can see II’s internal struggle, but when II nods he exhales in relief. He gives him another peck on the lips before kissing back down to his cock. He spreads his thighs, gently kneading them, and slightly tugging on the plug. II tenses in suspense, but IV doesn’t pull it out. “Was really looking forward to getting my tongue on this. But you beat me to it, huh?”
II’s face turns red. “Fuck off.” Smack.
IV smacks the underside of II’s cock, not enough to really hurt him, but enough to hear the sound. And enough to startle II back into submission. “Now who do you think you’re talking to like that, little bunny? Are you moody because you haven’t been getting enough attention?”
II’s heart jumps at being spoken to in this tone. He hates it. And he hates that he’s right. All of IV’s attention is on him. He feels like his every reaction is being judged because he’s so obviously out of his element. Everything in him is telling him to call red, but he knows in the back of his mind that it might be worth it. IV doesn’t sense any of this.
”All you had to do was ask. You’re going to feel so much better after.” He licks a stripe up II’s dick once again, but this time he takes the tip into his mouth and suckles on it, tasting the precum on his tongue. II lets out a sigh of pleasure. IV takes it deeper and deeper into his throat, sucking and licking and loving every minute of it. One of II’s favorite punishments is suffocating his subs with his cock, holding it in their throats until they can’t breathe and then letting go for them to come back to him for comfort. This has never worked on IV. He loves it too much. II figured this out when he did it to him for the first time and, instead of tapping out, IV’s eyes rolled back in pleasure when his throat was closed up for almost an entire minute.
Therefore, it wasn’t surprising how enthusiastic IV was when he was finally able to have control. He choked himself on II’s cock on purpose and savored every little bead of precum that this prompted from him. He stroked and sucked and licked from his balls to his tip, moaning obscenely the entire time. It’s safe to say that this helped get II out of his head for a few minutes. The moans he was letting out were a bit higher pitched than he wanted them to be, but he couldn’t bring himself to care when IV twisted his hand over his cock while lapping closer and closer to his taint.
“Let’s get this out of the way, shall we?” He slowly pulls out the plug, enjoying the sounds of II’s little groans on the way. He raises his eyebrows when he realizes that it’s bigger than he expected. He tsk, tsk, tsks at the man under him when he finally reaches the end of the plug and tosses it to the side. “You love cock, don’t you, little bunny?”
II swallows but doesn’t say anything. That’s his tell. IV thinks. He decides not to push him too much further. His own cock is throbbing with need by now. He slips the waistband of his jeans down and strokes it a little to take the edge off before reaching into his nightstand to get the lube. He pops the cap and applies the cold gel to his fingers. “I don’t need that much,” II says.
“Don’t tell me how you need to take it.” With that, IV thrusts his fingers into II’s asshole. He, indeed, did not need that much lube, but IV didn’t care. He scissored and fingered him open with two and then three fingers before wetting his own dick with lube and lining himself up. He groaned at the tightness that he entered when he slid the tip in. There was still some resistance. There usually is with him and II. Before moving further, IV leans down and kisses II passionately on the mouth. “You’re doing so good for me.”
II doesn’t respond. Instead he drives his hips downwards in attempts to slide his partner deeper. He runs his hands over IV’s sweaty ass shirt before pulling it off and finally, finally, being able to view his masculine build. He caresses his pecs and his torso. But not in the way he usually does. Usually, when he’s domming, that is, he touches with reverence like he’s doing now, but he does it with purpose. So that his partner can feel everything he’s doing to them whether they like it or not. But now, II just needed to be close to IV. He just needed to feel the man on top of him. His eyes flick down to the crux of his middle and watches as IV thrusts into him slowly and perfectly. “Fuckkk..” II can’t hold in his pleasure anymore. He feels so full. Even more full than when he had the plug in.
”Is that good, sweet boy?” II nods, although he would usually be offended at someone else using his favorite pet name towards him. IV thrusts slowly in and out. He kisses II’s neck and moans in his ear. “You’re so tight. Why don’t you let me fuck you more like this? It feels so good. Doesn’t it feel good? Oh, that’s right, it’s so good.” IV eggs him on. Why doesn’t II let his boys fuck him like this more? He’s in heaven right now. And that’s not to say that it’s not heaven when they fuck in other ways. It’s always heaven for him. But this is different. This is safe and soft and pure pleasure. He can just let go and let IV do all the work. He doesn’t need to say anything or motivate him because IV is making him feel so good all on his own.
II squeezes IV when he realizes this. That IV loves him so much to fuck him good without getting anything in return from him. Is this what it’s supposed to be like to bottom? To be able to relax and put no effort and just feel as fucking amazing as possible?
IV speeds up his thrusts the tiniest bit. II feels so tight around him. He punches his hips a little bit harder, hitting his prostate and feeling the little moans of pleasure come out as breaths against his ear. He just wants II to feel good in a way that he usually doesn’t subject himself to. When was the last time he let himself get fucked without being in his head about what to do for his partner? He grips II’s thigh and pushes it a bit out to the side in order to get deeper. He watches carefully as II’s jaw drops in a silent scream and his face scrunches up in pleasure. “Fuck..” The sight makes his heart and his cock throb.
IV leans back to watch himself disappear in II over and over again. The sound of skin slapping against skin is music to his ears. II grabs IV’s hips to try to pull him back down. It feels cold without his warmth right on top of him. In response, IV pulls out, earning a disappointed and slightly offended look from II, before turning him around. He sets II on his knees in front of him and leans him back against his chest before lining himself back up again and pushing in.
”Ahh, fuck, IV. Oh my…” II moans as the new angle hits his prostate perfectly. His mind clouds from more than just the pleasure as IV thrusts slow and hard. The feeling of being up against IV fills his heart so much. He feels so safe. He hasn’t felt safe enough to be in someone else’s grasp like this in a long, long time—he loves doing it to the others and making them feel warm and loved specifically because he doesn’t feel that way.
IV is just as lost as II. He looks down at his little body, gripping his hips and watching himself go in and out, in and out. His hands fit perfectly in those little dips in his torso and he loves it. II is so strong, and yet so small that IV feels like he could break him if he wasn’t careful. But he would never do that. He doesn’t know what’s happened to II, but he does know that he never wants to make him feel like that. He wants to get as close as possible to his partner and wrap him up in a bear hug and protect him from every bad thing the world has to offer.
II moans loudly at a particularly sharp thrust and IV returns the favor. “You look so good…. God dammit, you’re so good. You fit so perfectly on me, baby. I love your chest and your little ass and your fucking hips.” He stutters on the word. “And your thighs and your belly—oh.” It’s at this moment that IV realizes that he can literally see the bulge of his cock in II’s stomach. This is what’s going to make him cum, he knows it.
He places his hand over the bulge and presses down, literally feeling his cock thrusting in from the other side. He has to look away to keep from cumming, but he can’t control the sounds he’s making. His volume helps II feel comfortable being louder, truly letting out his pleasure. He looks down to see IV’s hand on his stomach and he loves to see his big hands there, one wrapped in his waist and one pressing down right on the spot that his cock is currently bullying.
“Fuckin’ hell, IV. You’re so fucking…. Ahh. You’re so fucking big, it feels so good like this. Holy shit, that’s it, right there. Fuck, that’s so good. Ahh…uhh…uhn. Gods….” He inhales between every couple of words, trying to get as much air as he can since he physically can’t help how little he’s breathing. It’s just so good.
His words spur IV on, and he knows that he won’t last much longer. In order to save himself, he strokes II’s cock in time with his thrusts. “No…. No, I don’t wanna… I don’t wanna cum…. Please, fuck. Oh, I’m gonna cum.”
“Yes, baby, cum for me. Please, please, cum, I want to make you feel so good. Please, please, you make me feel so good.” The last sentence is primal. IV unwittingly takes the hand that is covering II’s belly and wraps it around his throat, not squeezing, just holding him close while his cum squirts all over his belly and chest. It gets so much height that it hits II just under the lip. He sticks his tongue out and licks it up into his mouth, tasting his own salty release. It pushes IV over the edge.
He thrusts hard and fast into II’s sore asshole as he cums, stringing rope after rope of cum into him. He releases II to hold onto his hips, and without the support II falls forward onto the bed.
”Oh, shit, I’m sorry! I’m sorry. Fuck…. Are you okay?” IV asks frantically, trying to catch his breath.
”Hmmmm…..” Is all II can respond with.
IV pulls out and lays down next to II, unaware that he’s still dirty and now even more sweaty then he was when he first walked in. II flips himself onto his back before cuddling into IV. “Thank you,” he whispers.
”For what?”
”I don’t know. Being you.” Silence. ”How did you know what I wanted?”
”Hmm? Oh, uh…I don’t know.” What is he talking about?
“I love you.”
”I love you too, bun.”
”Alright, that’s enough of that.”
”You’re going to have to be fully clothed, clean, and out of my bed before you can say that it’s enough.”
”Ugh…. I don’t feel like doing all that.”
”I know. Me neither.”
They both inhale and exhale at the same time, content to be in each other’s arms, happy to have satisfied the other. After a few minutes of IV being half asleep, II speaks up. “IV, baby?”
”Hmm?”
”You need to shower. Really bad.”
”Fuck, you’re right.” He reluctantly gets up and grabs the towel that he was supposed to have used before he was distracted by the cuteness that was II sleeping in his bed.
…
“What are you doing?”
“Saving water.”