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"I'll fix ye another drink," John said as he rose from his spot on the couch and made his way into the kitchen. He and Paul were intoxicated, chatting shit and occasionally flirting. All of this was going according to John's plan.~ He had Macca all liquored up and giggly.
The auburn haired man poured two shots of rum into Paul's cup, and dumped a can of coke into it. John hummed, reaching into his pocket to pull out a small white pill, and slipped it into his 'friend's' drink. It only took a couple of seconds for it to dissolve, only changing the color juuust a bit. No, this was not going to be some sort of date rape, John had much filthier plans in mind.
"Here ye go, cheers," John announced, walking back to the couch and handed Paul his drink.
"Thank ya, thank ya," Paul giggled, grabbing his rum and coke and took a healthy swig, not noticing the substance in his drink. "I think this is gonna be my last one for the night, love."
John chuckled, plopping down next to the bassist and took a sip of his own drink. "Yeah, we should head to bed soon, it's quite late innit?"
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Soon, Paul stumbled into bed, followed by John. They weren't quite comfortable cuddling yet, but John was feeling a liiittle frisky. Moments after they crawled into bed, John curiously wrapped his arms around Paul, spooning him. Startled at first, the ravenette settled into his arms. This wasn't weird, was it? He shrugged it off, not like they were going to remember much anyways.
Paul closed his eyes, beginning to fall asleep. However... John's hand rested on Paul's lower stomach, his fingertips right on top of his pubic area. Paul mumbled sleepily, paying no mind to John's hand. Sure it was a liiiittle too low, but it could be worse, right?
The only thing preventing Paul from sleeping was the fact that he had to pee, and the urge was growing. John was very aware of this fact, given Paul hadn't been to the bathroom in quite a bit. John pressed his hand against his stomach.
Paul felt... Definitely different from that, almost... Pleasure? He grunted softly, shifting around and tried to ignore the urge to pee. The older man continued this, causing the strange feeling in his pants to grow. He felt aroused, but it felt completely different.
The pill that John had slipped into Paul's drink was a pill that could turn his bandmates cock into a vagina. He noticed that something was off, given the fact he grew hornier as John's hand pressed against his stomach, right against his bladder. And the fact that he wasn't hard, rather... Wet?
"Mh... John..." He mumbled. "I feel weird," he bit his lip, pressing his legs together tightly. "And I've gotta use the bathroom-"
John tightened his grip, chuckling as he pressed his face into Paul's neck.
"Weird? How?" He asked, teasing the waist band of his bandmate's underwear with his fingertips.
"Um..." Paul paused, wondering how to describe it, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks. He didn't want to admit that this was turning him on, no matter how weird he felt down there. He had never been so turned on by holding his piss in-- In fact, this was the only time it made him horny.
"Tingly? Wet maybe?" John hummed, breathing against his neck. Paul froze, how did he know?
"Erm... Maybe?" Paul whispered.
John grinned widely, sliding his hand down Paul's boxers and ran his fingertips against his wet lips. Paul was soaked, his pussy pulsated and throbbed for more. He moaned, whining in protest.
"John! I gotta use the bathroom!" He shouted. John moved three of his fingers onto his clit, and started to rub vigorously. Paul's heart raced, holding in his piss was becoming much more difficult.
John's other hand moved towards his stomach, pressing against his bladder. "Piss yourself," he whispered into Paul's ear, running his tongue along the outside and down to his neck.
Paul squirmed, whining and moaning loudly. He thrashed in his bandmates arms, but John wasn't giving. Paul was definitely about to piss any moment now, his clit throbbed against John's fingertips.
John continued to rub his clit, forcing Paul's cunt to relax and release his piss. A warm wet spot grew through his boxers and onto John's erection.
"There ye go Paul, let it all out..." He rubbed his clit idly, biting onto his neck. Paul couldn't stop, creating a huge mess onto John's crotch. John rubbed himself against Paul's ass, grunting softly.
Paul panted softly after ruining his boxers, his face completely red. John was satisfied with this, keeping his hardon pressed firmly against his ass, closing his eyes.
"Night, Paul.~"