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IV is lounging back on a pile of pillows propped up along the headboard of his bed. It’s late into the evening and he mulls over what to have for dinner, feeling far too lazy to actually make anything and contemplates takeout. An annoyed grunt pulls IV from his thoughts, the music that’s been playing softly cuts off for a second before it starts up again. IV’s focus falls to II’s back hunched over at the foot of the bed where the smaller man stares intently at his laptop open in front of him as it rests on top of his crossed legs. II’s usually impeccable posture is long forgotten in his huddled concentration, listening to the same section of new song over and over again trying to pinpoint what he isn’t happy with about it. IV has been watching II agonize over this for the last 45 minutes and he’s about to lose it if he hears the same 10 seconds of II’s already immaculate drumming one more time.
II pauses, huffs, and then loops the section again.
Exasperated and not for the first or even fifth time this evening, IV stretches a leg out and nudges II’s hip with his toe. It hardly gets a reaction. His nudge turns into an all out shove and finally II whips his head around to give IV a glare. But IV stares back at him unimpressed and unintimidated.
“What happened to leaving work at the recording studio?”
II sulks at this and turns back to his laptop as he dismisses, “I just want to get this part down so it’s ready to go for tomorrow.”
Seeing that II will require more coaxing, IV crawls to the other and drapes over his back as he wraps his arms around II’s middle. When II doesn’t protest, IV pulls him back and tucks him into the cozy lap and chest where he fits so perfectly. “Come on baby, put it away already and let’s unwind.”
II has to snatch his computer before it slides off his knees. “I’m almost done,” II reiterates, clicking play one more time and IV is at his breaking point.
“It already sounds done to me.”
“No, it's not right yet,” II sighs, eyes glued to the computer screen watching the track play like it will give him some sort of sign.
“Darling, your perfectionism is showing…” IV says as his hand starts to weasel its way into the waistband of II’s pants, the other sliding up under his shirt demanding II’s attention.
II squirms as the soft touches turn more bold, “Your whore is showing.”
IV lets out a bright laugh at this, but it turns into a little gasp when his hand lands on something hard in II’s underwear, literally, and not his prick. When IV immediately palms it, he feels the familiar bars of a cock cage and II really starts to get antsy now and finally tears his gaze away from the laptop. “Holy fuck, you are in a cage. Did Vess put you in this?” II nods as IV continues to play around with the chastity device over his briefs. Now that II’s secret is out he leans his head back onto IV’s chest giving into the distraction. “Oh yeah? How come,” IV asks, tucking II closer to him as he carefully uses his foot to officially close II’s computer for the night.
“I was feeling overwhelmed,” II admits softly. “He knew it would help.”
“Oh, baby,” IV whines, squeezing II tightly, trying to burrow down into him. “Why are you overwhelmed? The new album?”
II nods, “I feel like we have a lot to live up to with all of the success and stuff…”
IV certainly gets that and though he hasn’t been there from the start of the band it has easily become the most rewarding aspect of his life outside of his partners. He is certainly enjoying their success and doesn’t want it to end anytime soon, but he’s not feeling the mostly self-imposed pressure that II is. IV has always had a live in the moment and take life by the horns kind of mentality that complements II’s far more thoughtful and meticulous nature.
“Hmm. We just gotta stay authentic to ourselves, little one,” IV says and II melts into him at the use of his pet name as IV kisses the back of his head. “And not force it.”
II sighs at the reminder, “Yeah, well we have a deadline so…”
“No, we have a timeline. Those can shift and change as needed,” IV gently corrects.
“They won’t wait forever, IV.”
“Who, baby?”
“Everyone,” II groans, fully shoving his computer away as he turns and snuggles face first now into IV. After a moment of pressing his head into IV’s chest which bubbles with warmth, he elaborates, “The label…the fans…producers…we’ve come so far. I don't want to screw this up. I don’t want us to be forgotten.”
“Since when have you cared about capitalizing on the fame?” IV asks, running his fingers through II’s hair, both enjoying this easy comfort.
“It's not about fame, love. We wouldn’t wear the masks if it was. I just can’t let Vessel fall from such a great height as this. Not when we’ve come so far.” The from nothing is unspoken but IV hears it loud and clear in the quiver of II’s voice.
IV sees right through this and pushes back, “Vessel? Or you?”
With a weary groan II caves much quicker than IV expects when he says, “Both.”
“Both? And yet who put who in a cock cage today,” IV snickers not unkindly. “It’s okay to be scared about the future, baby. You don’t gotta hide behind Vess.”
At this II turns his face up to IV and his big blue eyes are wet with emotions, his brow furrowed. IV gasps lightly at seeing II drop his guard so quickly and how much of his vulnerability is fully on display. He cups II’s cheek and II leans heavily into it, opening up more as he replies almost in a whisper, “I don’t wanna let him down. I don’t want to let you or III down. So much is riding on this next record, but what if we already hit our peak?”
IV is taken aback seeing II so self-conscious, especially about the music, and he rubs his thumb across II’s cheekbone trying to calm him. “There is no letting us down. There is nothing for you to prove to us or anyone. We’ve made it. We’ve connected with so many people through your music. And if this is as far as you and Vessel’s passion project goes then so be it. We’ll all still be right here together to wade through the rest of what life brings.” II clings on to IV’s resoluteness and then perpetual optimism as he says, “But it won’t be it. It’s only the beginning, love.”
“You aren’t scared it’s all gonna go away someday?”
“I have all that I need right here,” IV says and II turns to mush despite how incredibly sappy this is. Or because of it, but he won’t admit that. IV smiles either way when II falls back into him with a sweet whine. He feels II teetering on the brink of a breakdown, needing a true distraction and some clear stress relief. “Now why don’t you let me take care of you? Turn that big brain off.” Then IV smirks as he asks, “Wanna be my mindless little slut?”
II’s breath hitches at the suggestion. Oh to be rendered down to a tool for IV. To be able to not think or fret for even a few precious minutes sounds like heaven. He revels in the idea of not having to make decisions but rather only feel and react. To just live in this very moment. II knows that’s what IV is offering him in his own crude way and it's exactly what II needs. II’s deepening blush tells IV so. But he doesn’t admit it yet. II’s shyness is far more endearing than it should be in this situation, but honestly, he looks more precious to IV right now than anything and he squeezes II tighter in silent encouragement.
“Is that a yes, my little love?”
II let out a shuddering, “Please.” And IV smiles again at how quickly II is letting his guard down and using his manners tonight, he must really need it.
“Then be a good boy for me and lay down on the bed,” IV prompts and II reluctantly uncurls from his cocoon on IV’s lap to obey. As he moves away IV also gets up and grabs II’s computer from the bed to go put it safely on his dresser. While there he rifles through his top drawer of toys and brings out a pair of wrist and ankle restraints. He holds them out as he walks back to the bed so II can clearly see his intentions for the night and II moans softly as he watches while propped up on his elbows. “No running or hiding tonight, little one. I’m gonna keep you tied up until I get to love on every bit of you,” IV promises as he kneels back on the bed and II whimpers beautifully, laying fully on his back in wordless consent. II’s eyes turn huge when IV leans over him and says, “I want that pretty head empty of everything except for me and all of the lovely ways I’m gonna make you scream my name. Sound good, baby?”
“Yes, IVy,” II groans deep in his chest as IV lays it out for him. And yeah, he wants nothing more than all of those sweet things right now.
Without another word, IV goes right for the hem of II’s shirt and works it up over his torso as II lifts his arms over his head to help pull the material away from him. II leaves his arms sprawled out on the pillows knowing IV will want them there soon enough. IV takes in II’s demure pose and bared chest for a moment before snagging a thin wrist and working the first leather cuff around it. He buckles it securely before leading II’s hand up to one of the slats in his headboard. Looping the other wrist cuff and small connecting chain around the slat, IV pulls II’s free hand over to meet it and deftly attaches it to II’s right hand. Now II’s arms are trapped to the bed overhead with very little wiggle room between his hands. The feeling of being controlled quickly started to consume II’s mind with wonderful longing rather than his previous worries. IV has to stop and savor this moment, never getting over the privilege of seeing II powerless and pliant beneath him.
“You are so lovely, II,” IV sighs out as he stares at the man with open lust, that strong chest rising and falling and showing off his tempting nipples, the concave of his stomach and the sweet trail of hair below his navel leading to the sharp protrusion of hip bones that IV wants to sink his teeth into. IV’s gaze follows along the deep v cut of II’s pelvis still tantalizingly covered by the obscenely low waistband of the man’s lounge pants. IV can’t wait to make him scream. Though with Vessel currently in a conference call on the other side of the house, IV thinks about the need for a gag.
II just blushes and squirms under the scrutiny, never being great as the center of attention even if he craves it at times. Seeing how much just his hands being tied is affecting II, IV decides to allow him some modesty and leave his pants in place for now. IV grabs II’s ankle and stretches his leg out to the side, but he won’t be able to reach the bedpost at his footboard, so he takes II by the waist and pulls him further down the bed, causing his arms to stretch out even further and the man to whine so needily at the smallest bit of manhandling. IV’s cock jolts at the uninhibited sound and works quickly to get the ankle restraint in place and shackled to the bed. Now II is really feeling vulnerable and his last free limb curls up into himself as he tries to turn over in a half attempt to cover up.
Cursing at this bashfulness, IV gently pulls II’s leg back out and towards the other bedpost. “I said no hiding from me, little one.”
“I-I’m sorry, IVy…” II gasps out, fidgeting but not pulling away as IV buckles the leather cuff to his ankle and starts to tug him spread eagle.
IV has to bite his bottom lip with how good II sounds right now. But he needs to check in, a little concerned with how quickly II is plummeting and he asks, “Color, my love?”
II takes a moment to take stock of his mental state, needing to dig his mind out of the welcomed fogginess his being restrained is bringing. “Green.”
“Look at me,” IV demands, not liking how glazed over II’s eyes still are and the command brings them sharply into focus.
II’s clear, big blue eyes meet IV’s and he nods as he repeats, “Green. My love.”
Feeling far better about this response and II’s tone, IV smirks at him as he gets II’s foot secured to the opposite post. The grin however turns to pure lust inspired awe at the full picture II paints totally restrained to IV’s own damn bed. IV drinks him in and II has nowhere to go but lay there and be enamored over.
IV runs his hands up II’s leg to squeeze at his inner thigh, further grounding him before IV moves away and off of the bed. “Now be good and don’t you go anywhere. I need to grab a few more things,” IV says as he stands over the bed. It takes every ounce of self-control to leave II tied up like this instead of crawling on top of him already. But IV knows it will be worth it in the end. Still, he has to hurry to the bedroom door to not let II just lying there tempt him. Though IV swears he hears a tiny whimper as he walks out.
With IV gone and II on his own with his thoughts again, he cools down a little bit, his subspace melting into more of a content buzz. He tugs on the restraints, testing the locks and their give and finds each one sound. With a sigh and continuous flutter in his stomach, all II can do now is wait for IV and what’s to come.
~
III walks through the front door and kicks his boots off. He drops his keys next to the collection of them on the tray at the entryway table and knows everyone else is already home. But the house sounds far too quiet at this hour for all of his partners to be there. Walking further into the house and still finding no one occupying the usual spaces, III pulls out his phone to double check his texts. But there is nothing new sent from II or IV or Vessel.
Shrugging and shoving his phone back into his pocket, III continues on his way to his bedroom, his long strides taking him down the hall and past Vessel and II’s room. The door is shut and III pays little mind to it. A few steps more and across the way is IV’s open bedroom. III barely glances in the direction of the doorway, when he doesn’t hear IV milling around in there. But just as he’s almost passed by, a moving lump catches the corner of his eye and he does a comical double take followed by a cartoonish step backward, his long neck and head peering into the room. Recognition strikes instantly but he still questions, “II?”
II’s veins turn to ice from the shock of the unexpected audience when he hears that familiar voice ring out. “III,” is all II says in an overtly bored tone trying not to relay how startled and nervous he is in his precarious situation.
The tall man’s eyes shift about looking for IV but finds the room otherwise empty and he quickly reroutes his way into the bedroom. II’s arms sprawled above his head turn restless as he watches III and the curious expression on that handsome face coming closer, “What are ya doin’ in here?”
II rolls his eyes at the pointless question and deadpans, “Relaxing after a long day at the studio…”
“Oh,” III replies as he comes to sit on the edge of the bed next to II’s leg. His cool eyes fluttering up and down II laid out like an offering just for him.
“Cut the shit, III, IV told you to come in here didn’t he,” II accuses and III looks genuinely confused.
“What? I haven’t even seen him, just got home,” III explains, eyes more openly roaming and now seeing just how vulnerable the man is, hands cuffed above his head, legs tied and spread wide to the bed posts. His gaze lingers on the telltale bulge in II’s flimsy lounge pants, it’s far too short and round to be the man’s erection. III knows exactly what it is and blunt as ever asks, “Have you been naughty?”
II narrows his eyes but shifts around as best he can in the restraints, “No.”
“Then why are ya in a cage?” III presses as his long fingers reach out to tease the hard metal over the fabric. II shivers and tries to bring his legs in again, but can’t. The feeling of helplessness grows by the second, which is exactly what IV wanted. That III just so happened to walk in on it is a happy bonus.
“Vessel put it on me,” II replies, already far more breathy than he means to come across.
III smirks, “Cause ya were naughty.”
“No! Because I asked him to,” II admits and III’s smile drops as worry darkens his face. II really starts to fidget now.
Hunching over II and eclipsing him, III starts to run his big hands over his bare chest leaving goosebumps in his wake, eyes searching II’s now blushing face, “Oh darlin’ what’s wrong? Are you okay?” II only asks to be caged when he’s feeling beyond stressed out.
With a little huff, II explains hopefully for the last time today, “I’m fine, just been a little overwhelmed lately.”
III nods, having seen II working late into most nights and being particularly hard on himself this past week. They have all been putting in long hours in the studio but it always seems like II somehow manages to put in double. III doesn’t push for further explanation and II is thankful for this, taking II at his word and knowing he’s at least tried to get ahead of any potential spiral by asking Vessel for help. And with whatever is currently going on in IV’s room. All of a sudden III’s smirk is back and II starts to fidget beneath him. III knows what helps II relax more than anything and it's not just a cock cage and it happens to be Vessel’s specialty. “That’s all Vess did? No way you come ta him askin’ ta be caged and that’s all he did.”
II turns scarlet and looks away from III, but III is having none of that and his long arm easily reaches over and grabs II by the jaw to force eye contact. The smirk has grown conniving and II’s heart rate skyrockets from seeing it. “Yeah,” II mumbles around the harsh grip as he unsuccessfully tries to turn out of it.
With a sharp bark of a laugh III says, “You are such a shit liar.” II frowns and fumes and III just keeps chuckling, his grasp softening as he rubs his knuckles against the stubble on II’s chin and along his cheek. “I wanna know he’s takin’ good care of ya…”
Warmth pools in II’s gut when he sees the sincerity behind III’s eyes amidst the teasing. II gives in way quicker than he normally would and tells III point blank, “He ate me out, okay. Happy?”
III is thrilled. “Before or after he put tha cage on?”
“A-after…”
“Aw your poor lil’ cock must have been drippin’ the whole time Vessy was drooling over ya, huh,” III says, knowing how much II likes to edge and deny himself. He’s pretty sure II likes it more than the orgasm that one of them will eventually rip from him. “Were ya makin’ a mess of yourself, lil’ one?”
II presses down into the bed mortified, this is why he was so weary of III coming in and finding him like this. His tallest lover has a way of quickly cutting II down to a needy whimpering mess and II is already feeling particularly out of sorts tonight. He’s easy prey right now for III who is nothing if not opportunistic.
But as if sensing this hesitancy and a fragile ego, III shifts gears a bit and leans down to nose at II’s ear, breath hot and heavy on the sensitive curve of cartilage. “Let me make ya drip too, please, darlin’?” III’s voice is so sultry and promising and II eats it right up.
“What, uh, what are you gonna do?” II asks with eager apprehension as if he would deny this man anything.
III licks up the shell of II’s ear, enjoying the quiver it brings, “I’m gonna unhook one of your ankles and then you are gonna ride my face.”
II gasps at the thought of getting his ass eaten twice in one day and whimpers heavily. III is trying to give II what he wants with a modicum of control over the situation, he can tell II isn’t quite ready to surrender fully to his submissive side yet, oh but he’s real fucking close. With one last nibble on II’s ear, III leans back to take stock of II who is squirming hard again beneath him. III now gets why IV likely left the pants on seeing II getting this flustered so easily. It’s too adorable. Especially when II turns his head away like he’s afraid to look when III curls his long fingers into the waistband of his lounge pants.
“Ya got no right bein’ this precious, doll,” III says, hooking his fingers around II’s underwear too and tugging them all down. He has to work the front a bit over the metal cock cage and II hisses with pleasure when his knuckles and the cotton fabric rub against the very needy dick trapped inside. “Lift up for me, that’a boy…” III murmurs as II hoists his hips from the bed to help III tug the last of his clothes over his ass and down to his knees. Somehow he looks even more sensual and depraved like this than he would completely naked. “I’m gonna fucking devour you.”
And with that admission, III’s composure is tossed out the window as he turns to quickly unbuckle the closest ankle to him, easily undoing IV’s hard work. III dives face first onto the bed between II’s obscenely spread legs and fights the pants and underwear a little lower as he tries to get situated. II ends up kicking out of one side of his clothes, the other still hooked around his shackled ankle. Now they both have much more room to work with.
The one free leg helps give II some leverage and he props it up as III turns onto his back now wedged between II's thighs. III physically lifts II's hips up so he can squirm under them, II's beautifully arched back giving III more room to worm his way beneath him. II can't quite ride III's face like they both would want while he's mostly tied to the bed, but they make it work. With one foot planted on the bed, II slowly lets his hips dip back towards III's face while III splits II's ass cheeks with his hands already nudging his mouth and chin between them. But III doesn’t want slow and careful so with one hand plastered on II’s hip and the other one finding his thigh, III tugs, forcing II to come crashing down on his face.
“Fuck, fuck! Holy fuck!” II yelps when the warm wet heat of III’s open mouth connects to such a sensitive part of his anatomy. The depravity of this never lessens for II, even having the pleasure of Vessel’s mouth a handful of hours earlier. II wants to reach down and grab at III’s hair and hold him in place but he can’t with his arms tied up and it just makes everything better. As are all of the muffled slurping and moaning sounds around his skin III is already making.
III loves this feeling of being smothered to the point of suffocation. He’s craving II’s ass like a fine delicacy but going at it like an animal. It only adds to III’s desire that Vessel was here first, and he believes he can still taste the other's saliva on II. As III starts to wiggle his tongue against and into the muscle surrounding II’s little hole, II thrusts down, moaning for more and more. III laves at him, the tip of his tongue just breaching II’s needy hole before he pulls it out to lick a wide stripe along II’s taint and up under his balls, his teeth nicking on the metal bar keeping II locked up. But the attention quickly drifts back to II’s clenching hole, II relaxing and pliant enough now that III can fully breach him.
“D-deeper, deeper please…!” II cries out, that devious tongue making him buck wildly and eyes roll to the back of his head. III’s enthusiasm while performing such an intimate act is enough to do II in already.
And that’s how IV finds them as he runs back into his bedroom, heart racing at hearing II’s cries from across their home, but the distress turns quickly to desire when he takes in the situation. Even half hidden and contorted around II, IV would know those long legs and ridiculous socks anywhere.
“I was gone for two fucking minutes, what the hell, III! I didn’t even know you were home,” IV says as he drops the candles and matches he went searching for onto his bedside table. III is far too occupied to respond other than briefly letting go of II’s thigh to give IV the middle finger. II is squirming and tugging on his restrained wrists and uses his tiny bit of extra freedom to grind down harder into III’s face. He can’t get the leverage he wants and his back will hate him for this later, but right now all II cares about is chasing III’s tongue. “He’s supposed to be my little slut tonight,” IV laments, though not actually mad at all from this turn of events. Especially seeing II so desperate and wild already.
While the two are busy, IV lights the couple of tall glass jar candles he brought so they will be ready to use as soon as he gets his turn to play with II. The warm smokey sizzle of the match gives way to the musky amber and sage scent from the warm glow of the black wax candles which are II’s favorite.
Hearing the cries getting louder, IV turns to watch the lewd display on his bed. The yelps are now getting hitched in II’s throat and IV knows III is really working his magic over the man. IV’s eyes catch on the metal flopping back and forth as II ruts on III’s face. II’s cock swells as much as it can while confined in his cage and just like III wanted he’s dripping prcecum all over the bars and onto his hips and belly. With how much he’s jerking about some flings here and there like dew drops and IV licks his lips tempted to chase them.
II’s attention finally falls to IV and he begs, “Ivy! Please, IVy, please, can’t…can’t take much more…it hurts…please!”
IV knows II is talking about his very red and angry looking dick trying to squeeze through the bars, “But you were the one who begged Vessel to be in your cage. And now you already want out?” IV condescends. “I don’t think Vessel will approve of that.”
Vehemently shaking his head now, II clarifies, “D-don’t wanna cum…in it… don't wanna cum yet.” And then he starts to actually cry when III’s mouth finds his balls and sucks one and then the other back and forth between his lips, tonguing each.
IV’s heart flutters when he hears how distressed II is and he grabs II by the hair and tells him, “Then you better not fuckin’ cum, boy.” This sends II into full blown sobbing and as much as IV loves seeing II fall to pieces, it’s far too soon for that. Not wanting II any more overwhelmed than he already is, IV taps at the inside of III’s leg signaling him to back off. III’s hold on II instantly relaxes and he pushes those dainty hips up and away from his mouth, gasping as he works to shimmy back out from under II’s treat of an ass.
Equal parts relief and disappointment are etched onto II’s puffy face as the tears still stream down it and he breathes just as heavily as III is, trying to come back down from the precipice of orgasm. His partners are just happy II is letting go and being unabashed with his own pleasure and needs tonight.
III comes crawling fully out from under II to sit next to him all red faced and covered in his own spit. His hair is an absolute wreck and the hooded eyes and half smirk make him look half deranged and fucked out. IV wants to shove him back to the bed and sit on that very pleased looking face next. But tonight isn’t about him, it's about spoiling II rotten until all that self doubt is ripped from his very thought process.
“Hi, darlin’,” III says all spacy and smiling at IV as he uses the back of his hand to wipe away the drool covering his chin. And IV is pretty sure he just fell in love with the man all over again.
“Hey yourself, gorgeous,” IV replies with his own smile, reaching out to thumb at a spot III missed on the corner of his lip. “I see you found my little toy for the night.” And II groans when he hears this.
III nips at IV’s thumb before it’s pulled away. “I sure did. Shouldn’t have left it layin’ out and ready ta go if you didn’t want me ta use it…” III chuckles and now II curses and squirms next to him at being talked about like an object to be passed around. When II’s free leg tries to bend and cover back over his current indecency, III snags his ankle and stretches II open again before slapping the inside of his thigh. II yelps and a red handprint blooms in the wake of the strike.
“Well at least be a dear and put it back how you found it,” IV chides, enjoying the little interactions with his lovers.
“Ah, yeah, sorry about that,” III says, pulling II’s ankle back towards the bedpost and reattaching the leather cuff to tie II’s legs spread eagle to the bed once more. II starts really tugging on the restraints with all of his limbs and III swats at his thigh again, adding another beautiful red splotch over the first making II buck and whine. “Stop that, you ain’t going nowhere, lil’ one.” This just makes II squirm more though, reveling in how powerless he is.
IV looks over to his bedside table at the candles. Checking them and finding ample melted wax he picks one up and turns to III. “Here, try this…” IV offers the burning candle out and both III and II’s eyes go huge when they see it, knowing the clear intentions.
Excitedly grabbing the candle, III immediately pours some of the liquid out onto the sensitive skin he had already struck, covering the red in black wax. II barely even had a chance to anticipate it and he hisses so beautifully, leg shaking under the intense burn on top of the sting of the slap, “F-fuck!”
IV picks up the other candle and kneels onto his bed at II’s side. “You are so pretty in black…” IV says as he holds the candle up high over II’s chest and slowly tips it. II looks like he’s trying to shy away into the mattress, breath heavy and eyes fixed on the wax about to bubble over the glass rim. A quick flick of the wrist and IV douses II’s nipple in searing hot wax, II arching hard as he cries out in pained agony. IV dribbles a line across to the other nipple and coats that one next and II starts to thrash, chest heaving as he fights the restraints even more. II’s mind is swimming in the sensations and being at the mercy of his lovers.
“I couldn’t agree more,” III says, scoring his own line of wax onto II’s other thigh, watching as it drips down the inside of his leg before it dries. II yelps and tries to kick out, eyes screwed shut and eking tears as he submits to these delectable whims. “Feel like I’m paintin’ him for a show.”
“Mmm could you imagine having to cover II in wax before every show. He’d be so sensitive,” IV adds, doing another pour in the center of II’s chest, watching the lines of black bleed down to his belly and II starts to thrash at the sweet burn.
II gasps out, “P-please…” as his whole body convulses, some of the hardened wax breaking off to reveal the pink burned skin beneath.
“Please what? You want more?” IV asks, running a fingertip along the hot skin and II shivers.
Not waiting for a reply, III pours out the rest of his wax onto any missing spots on II’s inner thigh, building up the black in places and II hollars and begs louder, whether for more or for it to stop none of them know including II. As the wax cools it retracts, squeezing the sore skin beneath and turns heavy. Blowing out the candle, III tosses it to the bed and starts to play with the now opaque mess, picking at it and further stimulating all of the well coated bits. II is still babbling and thrashing his head back and forth but as the pain starts to radiate into pleasure he relaxes some into the bed so IV puts his still lit candle back on the table. Watching III attempt to pick off the wax gives IV an idea and he’s off the bed and moving to his closet before anyone really notices.
“You are so lovely…and tiny.” III murmurs as he bends low to run the tip of his nose along the wax, breathing in the strong scent as he kisses around the abused flesh and II hisses in delight this time. III keeps kissing his way up to the gorgeous dip of II’s thighs, tickling the exposed area with his facial hair as he follows along II’s pelvis to nip and kiss at the bars encasing II’s heavy cock. It’s a tease for both of them and II can’t help thrusting up into III’s face even if he can’t get any satisfaction from it.
By the time III pulls away and sits back up, IV has returned to the side of the bed but now he’s got a black and red crop in his hands. III sees it first and groans which draws II’s attention who gasps. IV smirks and fingers the leather tip as he says, “Time to clean up your mess.” Like it wasn’t III and IV who put II in such a state.
“Oh fuck,” Is all II can say, squirming and tugging anew on his restraints, loving the feeling of being powerless to stop any of this. As if his eyes weren’t begging IV to hurry up and do his worst with the little whip already.
“Lookit how excited he is…” III says easily reading II’s body language as he sits back out of IV and the crops way. IV chuckles, slicing a practice swing through the air and II jolts only to let out the most desperate moan yet.
IV lines up the leather tip right over II’s wax covered nipple and taps it a few times. “You want a taste of the crop, little one?” II whimpers but doesn’t otherwise respond. “I asked you a question.” II shifts around and presses his chest up into the implement in obvious want, but still can’t ask for it. IV sighs and starts tapping harder, drumming at the sensitive area dulled by the wax, waiting with feigned annoyance. III watches on in anticipation, his hand grabbing at his own cock through his jeans as he watches II fight his own desires and stubbornness.
“Tell us, lil’ one, and it’s yours,” III presses softly. “Wanna give ya everything you want, love.”
At this II finally breaks and with a long whine he begs, “Please!”
“Please what?” IV demands, his wrist flicking just a bit harder and faster to encourage II further.
“The crop…want the crop…” II hardly has the words out before IV is whipping the asked for implement down. But instead of where he was teasing at II’s chest, the little strip of leather connects with the wax on II’s inner thigh where II isn’t ready or expecting it. A bit of punishment for II making them drag it out of him. And II all but screams and he tries to curl into himself but, as they have all night, the restraints prevent it. IV lets the initial shock sink in before he goes hard and fast at both thighs, back and forth making black wax fly out in every direction as he works to get at II’s skin beneath. And II loses it, jerking and thrashing and begging as IV gives him everything he hoped for. Once the wax is gone, II gets to feel the unrelenting sting of the leather as IV continues to whip his thighs, turning what was once black and pink to deep red and eventually purple when the bruises set in. II will be sore and remembering this for days to come and he welcomes it.
IV starts to pepper softer strikes to II’s chest, hitting only the wax off. He goes back and forth from those aching thighs so II never knows when and where the crop will sting him next. And to push II further, III is knelt between his legs to pin II down at his calves so any wiggle room he did have from the ankle cuffs is cut off. II fights the hold for only a few strikes of the crop before he surrenders completely. III curses when he sees it and IV finally pops II’s nipple as a little reward. II cries out but it’s full of nothing but bliss as he thanks IV over and over again. And IV continues to rain down the perfect blows to drive II deeper into his submission and subspace. II’s cock is dripping so much from his cage he’s collecting a puddle in the bowl of his pelvis and III wants to lick it clean so badly.
But any plans get promptly derailed as Vessel suddenly comes striding into the bedroom with such intense determination. III sees him first as IV has his back towards the open doorway and his breath catches as the commanding presence fills the space. Seeing II being completely overpowered by III and IV and crying out so unabashed under the crop has Vessel is tearing across the room like a summer storm. He’s in nothing but a silk robe tied off at his waist and lust dripping from his every movement and III is captivated, as always.
“You boys have been terribly distracting, I could hear this one hollering all the way from the office. That damn meeting couldn’t have been more painful to sit through,” Vessel declares, shoving his way past a startled IV and joining III on the bed, his sights clearly set on II and no one else. “And now I need to be fucked.”
The moment Vessel gets on the bed, II starts to babble desperately at him, “Vess, Vess, oh Vess, please, please!” II is also trying and failing to get closer to Vessel, pulling on his restraints like he means to snap them. And III and IV’s gut warms at seeing such a visceral reunion.
Shoving III off to the side so he can take his place between II’s thighs, Vessel coos, “I’m right here, I’ve got you, my little love.” Not wasting a second longer, Vessel reaches down to II’s trapped need and he unceremoniously unlatches the cock cage and pulls II from it. II’s prick fills out instantly in Vessel’s palm as the man shudders and whines now that he’s free. Wrapping his fingers around the very slick and hard length Vessel asks, “Are you learning the merits of your worth? Hmm…that you deserve to be picked apart and every inch of you cherished.” Vessel eyes the state that II is in, already well used and happily drowning in subspace. He wants to add to it and he pulls up his robe and shimmies until he is hovering over II’s cock. And II is staring up at Vessel like he’s offering him the world and not just sweet talk. Vessel holds the eager length and starts to descend over it as he continues, “That you have nothing to prove.”
But IV cuts the heated moment short before it can escalate any further as he calls out, “Whoa, baby, wait! Did you prep at all?” He knows Vessel just came from a meeting and even he’s not crass enough to play with himself while on a conference call. The dejected look Vessel gives him over his shoulder tells IV all he needs to know. He grabs Vessel by the waist and pulls him up off of II before he can get seated and hurt not only himself but II in the process. “Not even lube, really, Vessel?” IV sighs, reaching for his bedside drawer and rooting around for said lube.
II looks so distraught now that Vessel isn't over him and he’s still uselessly trying to tug out of his bindings. He needs Vessel’s tight heat wrapped around him like he needs air, yearning for it now that his dick is bobbing around in the warm air of the crowded bed. III and IV let him stew as they deal with Vessel.
“You greedy shit,” III growls as he snags Vessel by the waist pulling him off to the side of the bed with him. IV tosses the lube at them and III deftly catches it before it smacks Vessel in the back of the head. He pops the cap open one handed and douses his fingers in the sweet cherry smelling oil. Vessel hardly has time to be offended by III’s words before he’s grabbed again and basically bent over III’s lap. His robe is pushed aside as III hooks one and then two long fingers into him on practically the first go. “Don’t use tha lil’ one in sucha deplorable way. He needs a nice inviting hole ta cum in not a fuckin’ vice you pain whore.” III admonishes and Vessel groans at being told off while being forcibly prepped. He yelps out in true pain as III adds a third finger and is none too gentle about stretching him out. At the reaction, III’s free hand slaps Vessel's ass and he snides, “My fingers hurt that much, huh, what did ya think II’s cock would feel like?”
“F-fuck I just…hearing his needy cries all night got me so wound up. Just need him inside, hurry up III!” Vessel demands, now jolting over III’s lap with every harsh thrust or spank III gives him. And watching them play so close but just out of reach has II openly whining again.
But IV tisks, “So desperate for II’s dick, you can’t even wait for a bit of foreplay. What a damn cock whore. Maybe I should have put him in a gag after all if you can’t control yourself.”
Vessel’s head snaps in IV’s direction, snarling, “And deny any of us those sweet sounds of his, you wouldn't be so cruel.”
“Maybe you need to be in a gag, coming in here making demands like you own the place or my toy,” IV threatens Vessel for trying to take over the whole evening. At least at this Vessel does look a bit contrite and some of his pent up steam depletes as III pulls his fingers from his ass with an obscene squelch.
“P-please…” II’s soft, needy voice turns everyone’s attention back to the bound man and II jolts his hips up and out in their direction. Another tiny plea and everyone is cursing at how painfully adorable II is like this.
Grabbing Vessel by the front of the neck III pulls him back to sitting in his lap and up against his chest as he says in Vessel’s ear, “Itsa good thing I like ta hear you sing when you ride cock or you’d be in IV’s gag already. Now go fuck yourself and don’t stop until tha lil’ one cums. Got it?”
Vessel is more than happy to follow this order and he nods in the harsh grip, “Y-ye yes…”
“Good,” III growls out, giving that beautiful neck a good squeeze before shoving Vessel back on top of II.
II whimpers and Vessel catches himself before he faceplants into the other’s sternum. But oh the longing in II’s eyes as he stares up at Vessel, so vulnerable and ready for the taking. It’s been a while since Vessel has seen their littlest lover in so deep like this and his burning lust is turning into a frenzy. Sitting up on his knees, Vessel shifts closer in until he straddles II's hips once again. Reaching down for II’s dick steadily dripping precum he asks, “Ready to sing with me, darling?”
“Oh fuck, please,” II says and Vessel drops down on his cock, taking every inch of him in one demanding go that tears wonderful agony through his core even with III’s prep. The precum dripping down II’s prick is a poor substitute for actual lube but it at least helps with the initial penetration, Vessel’s slicked up hole doing the rest. But that ass is a perfectly tight cavern for II who arches into him and shouts to the ceiling as Vessel cries out his own need. And in no time they are moaning out their song of pleasure in tandem for the others to enjoy. Vessel rides him hard and fast, making them both bounce on the bed and II can do nothing but take and enjoy even as he fights the restraints wanting to get his hands on the beautiful man fucking himself like the whore they have all been teasing him to be. II can’t and doesn’t last long, not after the hours of teasing torture and Vessel setting a brutal pace on the first thrust. It’s far too soon but II is way too out of it to even think about being embarrassed when with a final shuttering gasp and harsh buck of his hips he’s cumming hard into Vessel’s ass. Everything inside of II clenches tight as the euphoria crashes down on him like a thundering wave and he bobs along in it, giving everything over to Vessel who keeps riding him through it.
“That’s it, flood me, darling boy, wanna feel you seeping from me,” Vessel groans before throwing his head back and running his hands sensually up his body and through his hair as he enjoys every bit of II pulsing inside of him. III and IV have to clutch at themselves just watching the two go at it. They are so erotic. And only when II goes boneless beneath him does Vessel lean forward, hunching over II. The other mewls when his spent cock pops free of that warm hole, leaking cum and lube on the bed and down Vessel's thighs. But Vessel just knees his way until he’s kneeling over II’s chest, his own needy cock bobbing inches from II’s panting face. Vessel doesn’t even have to prompt it for II to open his mouth wider and stick out his tongue, inviting him in with eyes blissfully heavy. “Fuck you are so beautiful, II,” Vessel sighs as he reaches down to grab II by the hair, angling his head back just a bit more and then he guides his dick down into II’s mouth. II’s tongue and warm breath welcomes Vessel in and he goes deeper and deeper, feeling II’s throat close around him. Seeing II so open to being used like this tips Vessel over quickly and it only takes a few thrusts of II deep throating him before he’s cumming next with a shuddering gasp.
“Holy fuck,” IV says when II swallows him down but Vessel quickly pulls off to rut and cum the rest of his release onto II’s nose and cheeks and lips. II whines through it, pressing his face into Vessel to give him plenty of stimulation. “Holy fucking fuck…” IV whispers to himself watching II get defiled while silently asking for more.
During their tryst, III found his way closer to the occupied pair and now he stares at II and the thick ropes of Vessel’s jizz making him squint and III wants to lick it all away. It reminds him of the wax they coated II in earlier, though this won’t be quite as fun when it dries. II licks his sticky lips and III can’t help dipping down to steal a kiss from them.
As Vessel rides out his high, IV is at the foot of the bed and starts to unhook II’s ankles. But II doesn’t seem to notice as he stays spread out still caught up in his own climax. III’s lips and Vessel being so evocative while sitting on his chest are also rather distracting. III pulls back, savoring Vessel’s taste mixed with II’s and now IV is nudging Vessel off of II and into III’s direction. Tired and fuck hazy, Vessel just flops down and III has to catch him and tugs him in close as they give II some space. Once II’s bottom half is free, IV grabs him by the hips and flips him unceremoniously onto his stomach. II’s yelp is suddenly muffled by the pillows and the unexpected turn twists his arms still tied above his head. IV is now joining the rest of them on the bed and as he does he hoists II’s hips in the air until II scrambles to get his knees under him for support.
“That’s it, you stay just like this, baby,” IV coos as he positions II so provocatively, spreading his knees out wider. II nuzzles his face into the pillows, covering them with Vessel’s cum and his own saliva as he’s manhandled around. Leaning over, IV snags the lube next to III who is cradling Vessel in his lap, both of them watching him and II like a hawk.
IV’s patience is wearing thin and he tugs his joggers down as he opens the lube to rub plenty on his own cock first before taking his slick fingers to II. As he grabs II’s already spread ass cheeks the man tugs on his wrist restraints in shock. But IV is far more gentle than III was with Vessel, and despite his own need, takes his time to sink his finger in and curl into that perfect spot to make II pant and spasm back into him. IV rewards him with a second finger and II bites into a pillow trying to keep his sounds at bay.
“Come on, open up for me, baby…you wanna be good for me, yeah?” IV purrs, steadily working a third finger in as II quivers. II nods into the pillows and presses his ass back into that wonderful hand and IV groans seeing him still so submissive.
III starts rutting against Vessel as they watch IV play with II’s ass. And Vessel eggs him on, pressing his thinly covered hips into III’s jean clad crotch. They both get off on the rough texture and III has to work hard to keep himself from getting too excited as he plans to finish II off himself.
It’s not long before II is begging loudly again, almost demanding IV fuck him already. It’s so hot and desperate and IV is more than happy to oblige II’s wishes. He pulls those squirming hips back into him, letting II feel how pent up and excited IV is for him.
“Please, I’ll be good, just fuck me,” II whimpers, looking back over his shoulder at IV.
III moans, “Tha lil’ one is so damn needy,” as he tucks Vessel in closer and nips at his neck as they rut.
“Never seen him so subbed out, you better fuck him good, IVy,” Vessel says all breathy as III now uses him as a teething toy.
And IV does just that.
IV is big and no matter how much prep II does it never feels like enough. But II likes that and so enjoys the burn as IV slowly pushes his massive cock inside. As it takes him, II is feeling overwhelmed again, face smashed back into the bed, ass up as he’s filled and all II can do is tug on his bound wrists and cry out his desires. It's mindless and it’s perfect. IV’s careful control doesn’t last very long when his dick is wonderfully enveloped in such gloriously tight heat. He starts fucking into II as hard and fast as he knows the man likes it.
“Such a good little toy, taking my cock so well,” IV growls and he swears he hears a ‘thank you’ amongst all of II’s moaning. It turns IV on impossibly more and he grabs II by his narrow hips and pulls him back as he trusts in even deeper. II throws his head back as the intensity ramps up and Vessel grabs hard at III watching their smallest lover getting lost in the moment. Without IV’s hold on him, II’s hips would have collapsed back to the bed by now he’s so out of it and he’s making the most delicious noises. It’s setting IV on a one way course to completion he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. “Fuck, yeah, baby…god you are so good…you feel so fucking good. Perfect for me.” At this, II gasps and clenches up and that’s all it takes to bring IV to his climax, collapsing heavily over II’s back as he ruts inside the willing body squeezing out every drop from him. And IV holds him right back, arms tucking beneath II’s chest and scooping him up as IV crashes onto his side next to III and Vessel, pulling II with him and untwisting his wrists as they go.
They are both panting as IV revels in his climax not willing to let go of II who has his eyes closed basking in both of their pleasure. II is hard again and they can all see his cock leaking once more onto his belly now that he’s turned to his side. Vessel slinks out of III’s lap and reaches over to start undoing II’s bound wrists. As he takes the cuffs off he sees they are red from all of his tugging and fighting and Vessel kisses all around the delicate bones to soothe any ache. This makes II whimper and squirm anew and IV finally starts to pull out of II’s ass with a wince at the cum he takes along with him.
Once IV is out of the way III is swooping in and flipping II completely onto his back again. II’s eyes are wide and longing as he stares up at III begging for more. He’s so red-faced and disheveled and III can’t wait for his turn to add to it any longer. He takes IV’s spot between II’s free legs as Vessel curls completely behind II, sitting up against the headboard so he can hold II’s back to his chest. Still buzzing from his orgasm, IV flops over on the bed excited for the next round as they all get situated.
III takes hold of II’s left leg and hooks the ankle at his shoulder, opening II up one last time for them. Seeing all of the crop marks and wax raw skin marring II’s thigh has III consumed with lust and he runs his fingers and nuzzles his nose into them making II moan deeply. III splays II’s other knee out wide and the man has never looked so provocative and small in his life, cradled by his large lovers. All of which are completely enthralled just as he is with them.
Between the mess that IV left behind and III’s own weeping dick, there is no need for lube and III is grateful for one less step as he lines up and pushes his cock right down into II’s waiting hole. “I fuckin’ love sloppy seconds, god you are so loose after IV’s massive dick,” III crassly comments when the penetration is so easy and fluid and he gets to start long languid thrusts from the moment he’s inside. II lets out such a long groan of satisfaction when he’s filled again, not quite as big as IV but long and reaching so deep inside of him.
Vessel is mesmerized and whispers in II’s ear, “That’s it, darling, take and enjoy every inch of him.” He’s rubbing his big palms all across II’s chest and nipples to further stimulate him and the extra jolts from this make III curse. Everything feels too good it’s almost hard for II to comprehend it. And then IV is sneaking his hand around II’s dick and starts to jerk him off and now II is seeing stars. II uses his free hands to reach out to III. And who is III to deny such a request? So the tall man leans down, folding II in half so he can grab onto III’s neck, pulling him closer. III uses the opportunity to nuzzle and nip any skin he can get at and with him so close Vessel runs his hand through III’s hair encouraging him. They all stay like that for the next handful of thrusts, holding and touching and feeling one another in this little cycle of love.
With II crunched in on himself, IV can’t properly give him a handjob but he can squeeze and rub his thumb over the wet tip and II starts to shake as he’s overwhelmed again, nerves shot at this point. Vessel keeps him pinned to his chest though and II feels even more trapped than he did in the restraints with all of his partners convening and pouring over him with so much affection. II’s second orgasm hits him like a shockwave and he goes stock still before letting out a hoarse cry. II's actual release is pitiful though, hardly coating IV’s hand any more than it already is. II is just too exhausted. But III moans loudly, feeling and hearing II’s pleasure all around him as his body reacts and III is quickly following behind. Those bony hips are thrusting hard and fast, needing so badly to cum inside of II, and with a sharp gasp III is filling him for the second time that night. And II clings to him through it. After a few restless pumps and stolen kisses to get every bit that he can into II’s ass, III releases him and sits back up with a content sigh as he pulls out. Now able to get his hand back, IV just brings the soiled fingers to his mouth and starts absent-mindedly sucking them clean as he leans over to root around in his bedside drawer again.
Now with some breathing room, II is crying tears of relief, overstimulation and bliss. Vessel holds him through it as III runs his big hands up and down II’s thighs and belly, helping to ground him. He lays there limp and weeps until he feels good and empty. “That’s my very good, love. Let it all out and let it all go,” Vessel says, kissing the back of II’s head, heart heavy with emotion as the man shudders in his arms.
“Yeah we got ya, lil’ one,” III reiterates, gently guiding the propped up leg on his shoulder back down to the bed so II can relax fully out.
But then IV is leaning back over them having found what he was looking for and grabs the discarded bottle of lube as well. IV holds out a blue glass anal plug that he immediately pours lube onto the tip of. The toy turns extra shiny and II’s eyes glitter staring up at it. IV says, “Now that you are filled to the brim with our love, let’s keep it in there. Would you like that?”
“Yes, please, yes IVy,” II doesn’t even hesitate and IV reaches the plug between III and then II’s thighs in blind search of his thoroughly used hole. III presses one of II’s legs up into his chest again giving IV more room to work as Vessel tries to hold down II’s excited squirming.
“Calm, my love. You will get what you need,” Vessel coos into II’s ear, still planting little kisses where he can reach and II finally holds still and gasps when he feels the blunt head of the plug pushing into him. Not that IV has to push hard at all, II’s ass is so wet and loose and draws it in like it’s meant to be there. II will tell you it is and finally remembering to breathe he really starts relaxing when he feels the big plug settle in place.
Releasing II’s leg, III grins, “Lookit him, so happy all filled with our cum.” Which makes II blush deeply, as he fully unwinds beneath his lovers. This is easily the best II has felt in weeks and all it took was being used and owned by his wonderful partners. And his sleepy blissful little smile tells them all how satisfied he is. The knitted eyebrows and anxious energy from today is replaced by complete contentment.
Letting II drift his way out of subspace, III and IV go off to fetch some aftercare. III goes for waters in the kitchen while IV heads off to the bathroom to get towels and wet wash clothes. Vessel stays snuggled up with II who seems in no hurry to move even a muscle after all of his attention tonight.
“How do you feel, my little love?” Vessel asks, fingers teasing through his sweaty hair.
“Weightless,” II replies.
“Oh yeah?”
Quietly, II adds, “And so adored.”
“Because you are,” Vessel says. “I love you. We all do so much.”
At this II makes a sweet sound of happiness, “I love you guys too. Thank you for this. I needed this so much tonight.”
Vessel nods, knowing very well how much II has been needing this sort of release even before he was caged this morning. “Thank you for telling us you needed it,” Vessel counters with how stubborn II can be about these things. Then he asks, “Would you like your cage back on?”
After everything II still looks sheepish and almost as embarrassed as he did asking this very man earlier for this very thing. But he turns to look up at Vessel and nods, “Please, V.”
“I hope you know by now I would do anything for you. You need only ask,” Vessel says and this makes II burn brighter. Vessel helps II sit up so he can get out from under the smaller man before coaxing him to lay back down on one of IV’s not disgusting pillows. “I’ll grab it, think it ended up on the floor…”
As Vessel gets off of the bed, IV comes back in looking freshened up and carrying a bunch of towels. By the time he joins II, III has made his way back in the room as well, though now in just a pair of new boxers and arms full of refreshments for everyone. Besides the waters, III also found a bowl of fruit slices which he brought too seeing as they fucked right through dinner. And then all at once II is being attended to left and right and he’s never felt so pampered.
IV works II over first with the wet washcloth that’s so warm it’s steaming and he methodically cleans every inch of II’s thighs and groin and ass before wiping down his chest. The rag collects any residual candle wax that wasn’t picked or whipped off of II along with the cum and sweat. He’s extra cautious around all of the pretty crop marks, not wanting to aggravate the skin further. And IV notices a couple of bruises forming high up on the inside thigh and he’s going to enjoy playing with those tomorrow. Moving up from II’s chest, IV cleans his face, his lips chasing every gentle wipe of the washcloth along his neck, cheek and nose.
While IV is bathing II, III is hand feeding him pieces of melon and grapes while alternating holding the bottled water for him to sip from. This soft gesture makes II blush again and he playfully licks or nips III’s fingertips as they pull away, making the man laugh. Vessel cleans off the cage with the towels IV brought but waits his turn to put it on and instead starts massaging II’s forearms which just further turns the smitten man into a pile of goo.
“You guys are gonna spoil me,” II groans even as he preens, looking at each of the men in turn showering him with such devotion and making him feel so cherished.
III smirks around his own bite of fruit, “Good, ya deserve ta be rotten.”
“You never let us indulge you like this,” IV says, moving on now to patting II dry with the towels before he gets too cold. “See how nice it is.”
II stays silent just basking in the touches until IV finds a ticklish spot around his ribcage and exploits it until II giggles uncontrollably and agrees with him, “Okay, okay! Y-yes, it’s nice now s-s-stop that tickles!” IV doesn’t torture him too long especially as this outburst seems to drain II of the last of his energy reserves and he flops hard to the bed.
As II lays there softly panting, Vessel comes in close again with the cage in hand and he’s quick to get it back around II’s cleaned, flaccid prick and locks it up tight in the metal bars. II whimpers feeling the familiar and calming weight of the device nestled around the base of his cock and scrotum. It feels even better with the plug stuffed up his ass and once more II turns into a limp mass of pleasured bliss. III leans down to kiss his pleased lips and enjoys the taste of melons on his tongue.
IV attempts to clean up what he can of his bed and II keeps yawning while watching him half asleep. It's adorable and infectious, making them all yawn in turn. Trying not to pass out himself, Vessel gets up and rights his robe then he helps collect toys and the lube for IV before grabbing a water.
III looks like he’s contemplating laying down next to II who can barely keep his eyes open but then reconsiders, “Do we really wanna sleep in here, IV’s bed is a fuckin’ mess.”
Handing a water over to IV, Vessel surveys the aftermath from a night of wax and cum and sweat and tears and he grimaces, “Let’s bring him to our bed.”
“Okay,” III agrees and leans down to get his arms underneath II, whose heavily lidded eyes hardly open or focus as he slips in and out of consciousness. It warms III’s heart to be able to pull II up and into his chest as he holds him bridal style with no complaint or sass thanks to how sleepy the man is. It speaks of trust that he’s so comfortable while this vulnerable and III never takes that for granted. “Tha lil’ one is already out,” III says as he carefully starts walking II out of the bedroom, trying not to jostle him.
IV gives up trying to clean any more of his pillows and resigns to stripping the sheets in the morning. As he watches III take II down the hall, IV walks over to Vessel who holds his hand out to him. Grabbing hold, they link fingers and IV smiles up at Vessel who tugs him closer for a kiss.
“You're not upset I kinda took over the scene you had going, are you?” Vessel asks, looking sheepish.
IV laughs, “No, of course not, baby. Are you kidding? You riding II like that was fucking hot, gonna be in jerk off fantasies for months.” He tugs a chuckling Vessel along, following behind III when he disappears.
“Okay, just hearing him from across the house so desperate…damn, I really couldn’t help myself,” Vessel says, his long strides easily catching pace with IV.
“Believe me, I get it,” IV snickers, those sweet sounds II was making will be engraved in his memories forever. And also a shining star of his future wank sessions.
As they round into the hallway Vessel adds on, “Oh, and no alarms in the morning. We wake up and get to the studio when we get there. I want to make sure II is able to sleep as long as he needs.” They all know he has plenty to catch up on.
IV nods in agreement and smirks up at Vessel, “Don’t think he’ll have much trouble sleeping tonight, we wore him out good.”
“Mmm plus plugged and caged, yeah we might not be able to wake him at all,” Vessel laughs. And just as they both pass the threshold of his and II’s room, Vessel stops IV for a moment as he becomes more serious, “Thank you, IV, for initiating this. I knew he needed it badly earlier today but even still he was on another level tonight.” Then he sighs, “I hate how busy we all are right now.”
Smiling fondly, IV grabs Vessel’s bicep and squeezes, “I’m glad we all got to be there for II, I’m hoping it will ground him some.”
“Me too,” Vessel agrees, knowing how caught up II can get in his own head and expectations. But as they walk fully into the bedroom they are greeted by III literally tucking II into the bed like a little burrito. II looks so cozy and content and IV lets out an audible aww.
“Shh, I’m tryin’ ta keep him secure,” III hushes, not unkindly. He sits on the edge of the bed staring so lovingly at II tucked in tight and fast asleep. The whole sight warms Vessel’s gut and he moves closer, reaching a hand out to III.
“Thank you for taking such good care of II.”
III looks behind him and says, "Wasn't just me." Then he grabs the hand from his shoulder, drawing it over for a kiss with a soft smile. But Vessel glides in for a real kiss, holding III’s jaw in his hands and they both moan into it. IV enjoys the sweet scene before Vessel cuts it short and pulls away, going off to his closet and bathroom to go get changed and freshen up for bed like the rest of them.
III isn’t left alone for long as IV comes in crowding his space and straddles III's thighs. IV is so caught up in III being a caretaker for II and the cute aggression overcomes him and IV slams their lips together and starts making out with him. III lets out a little shocked moan but happily gives into IV's demanding mouth and grabs IV’s plump ass in his lap. They stay like that as II’s soft sounds of sleep ring out amongst their raunchy lip smacking.
But once Vessel rejoins them, IV crawls off of III and fully onto the bed to claim a spot at one of II’s sides. III slinks his long limbs over to take II’s other side so Vessel slides in behind III to be the big spoon as he wraps an arm over to rest protectively on II’s chest. IV does the same and II seems to relax further beneath the bind, going into a deep sleep for the first time this month. III follows quickly after, snuggled up so perfectly and Vessel is next to pass out mid nuzzle into III’s neck. IV stays awake as long as he possibly can, just savoring the wonderful moment of having everyone together and right under his touch. He hopes II will allow them this privilege of thoroughly ravaging him to unconsciousness more often and not only when he’s hit a breaking point. But regardless, they will all be here for II however he needs and allows it.