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Sleep brings an omega to the house one evening, frail and blood-spattered with wide blue eyes.
III tumbles down the porch steps, lets Sleep curl happily around his shoulders, and pumps out calming pheromones toward the shivering man.
The man jolts back as III comes closer, and III croons at him lowly, and tells him he’s safe here.
The man watches him fearfully.
“We weren’t expecting you,” III says. “Sorry, so sorry.”
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17 Nov 2024
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III splashes his own face and neck with water, watching the sweat and paint vanish down the drain. He’s almost thankful the mirror in here is small and mostly fogged, because he’s sure he looks a mess, and he’d rather not see that. Almost, only because he feels Vessel’s eyes on him again before there’s teeth gently pressing to the side of III’s throat.
Fuck, he wishes he could watch the way Vessel’s experimentally nipping at his neck, barely enough to even be felt, a hand still tangled in III’s hair. At the same time, he can’t properly comprehend what Vessel is even doing. He’s pressed up against III’s back, mouth to his neck, one hand around III’s hip to steady himself. III wants, so badly and deeply it feels like a physical thing, but this is Vessel, and he wants to do things right.
Eloquently, he says, “The fuck are you doing?”
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III's new hair catches everyone's eye, but mostly Vessel's. They fuck in the venue bathroom about it.
(+ Polyvessels towards the end)
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- Part 2 of Ethan's Sleep Token Fics