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A sudden jolt of pain wakes V up. Eyes wide open. Ragged breath. His own naked reflection, the first thing he sees, almost makes him jump. Clutching at the vanity, his right cheek stings from the blow. His own hand, still in mid-air. He doesn't know why he's in his bathroom, and not in bed. He doesn't know why he's standing there, why he just hit himself. No, he didn't. That wasn't him.
"What the fuck, Johnny?" he asks the void.
They're losing control. They know that. Body responding to them both now, without rhyme or reason. His voice isn't his at times. His hands pick things he doesn't want to hold. His feet walk places he doesn't want to go. That's alright, usually. He's come to trust Johnny.
V hadn't realized the rockerboy was already standing at his sides. His brain doesn't even react to his presence anymore, since he can feel him pacing around his mind every second of every day for the past few months. He hadn't seen him, frozen a few steps away. Haunting gaze glued onto his host. His mouth opens, but nothing comes out but a hesitant sound. His shaking ganic hand reaches for the merc's cheek, fingers twitching against his skin as V's asked to look up into his dark eyes.
Couldn't feel you there anymore.
Johnny's words come out as broken, quiet, distant. As if the rockerboy's own mind couldn't form them.
"'s probably nothing," V chuckles, fully aware the dread he feels isn't his, "Maybe I was sleeping too deep or something."
Johnny only hums in reply. He doubts V's answer, but doesn't want to think about what his host's absence could actually mean. Johnny keeps stroking V's cheek. He doesn't know what to do with himself, doesn't know how to swallow back that lump of anxiety stuck in his throat that just doesn't want to budge. He doesn't know what to say, doesn't know what to do. His head's both so empty and heavy right now, filled with loud static echoing in V's mind.
"C'mere," his host calls, reaching for the back of his head and making him lean down until his forehead presses against his shoulder.
V wraps his arms around him, squeezing tightly as he kisses his temple. Johnny's throat bobs loudly, unsure if he wants to hug him back or push him away. Unsure if he wants this affection. They're already too attached, aren't they?
"Come back to bed with me, yeah?" V mutters against his ear.
The merc's tired, but it's not about sleeping right now. They both know it. Johnny nods, and V grabs his hand to lead him to the next room. The engram could just glitch on the bed and wait for his host, but he stays there, his fingers intertwined with V as he follows him. The rockerboy is gently pushed onto the bed, and his host comes crawling on top of him.
He kisses Johnny's forehead first. Softly. Sweetly. Trailing his lips against the tip of his nose, the edge of his cheekbone. Peppering his face with kisses, feeling the fear melt under the affection. The static gets quiet, and falls completely silent as his mouth finally reaches the rockerboy's. Too soft. Too sweet. A silver hand pulls him closer by the back of his head, deepening the kiss. A tongue laps at his lips before he parts them and feels Johnny slide in, grunting into his mouth, pressing him closer still.
They break the kiss as V drags Johnny's shirt up. His hands run across his torso and stomach. Fingers brushing the scars, fingernails raking against the skin. Johnny sighs against his throat before mouthing at his neck, his shoulder, his collarbone. His hands glide down his body to knead his naked ass. Soft, yet passionate embrace making them both heat up and let out lewd noises.
"I want you," V mutters into his ear, black-chrome hand hooked on the rockerboy's belt.
"Oh, I know," Johnny smugly replies, gaze drifting down at V's erect cock sandwiched between their bodies.
The engram could just glitch his clothes away, but there's something so intimate about feeling his host undress him. He kicks his boots off and lifts his ass as his pants get taken off. Once naked, V comes back to straddle him. He reaches for the lube on the night table, black-chrome hand holding onto Johnny's ganic shoulder. He uncaps the bottle, and lets it drip onto his fingers. He quickly works himself open on top of the rockerboy, keeping his grunts muffled by biting his lower lip.
Don't think I'll ever get bored of that sight.
"Heard that," V chuckles, now fully aware of Johnny's hungry gaze locked on him.
The merc wouldn't mind teasing Johnny right now. He'd keep pumping those fingers on top of him until the rockerboy breaks from the frustration and roughly takes him, blinded by his own lust. Despite how tempting that sounds, he wants to feel Johnny stretching him right now even more. He pulls out, and lets more lube drip onto his fingers before stroking Johnny's dick behind his back. The rockerboy immediately rolls his hips to thrust into his fist. His hands find V's hips, gripping them tight. He's trying to behave, trying to control himself and his impulses. He'd already impaled V on his cock otherwise, and fuck into him so hard they'd lose their shared mind. He doesn't. He'll behave. He can tell how much V wants it slow, caring. Loving almost.
He sinks onto his dick inch by inch until he's fully bottomed out. They let out the same blissful sigh as V fully sits on him, hands on his shoulders, looking down into his blown dark eyes getting hazy. He starts riding him in long, slow thrusts. His fingers dig into Johnny's skin and RealSkinn. Each drag sends sparks of pleasure run up his spine, nudging themselves in their shared brain for the both of them to feel, just like V can feel the lust pouring into Johnny's groin at the warm, tight friction. Johnny's hands grip his hips harder, moving them to pick up the pace.
V arches backward, shifting until Johnny's dick brushes against just the right place. He doesn't hold his voice, and fully lets out whines and moans. It feels so good; he needs Johnny to know that. He curses as the rockerboy's name leaves his lips. Johnny's dick twitches inside of him, filling him up so good, thrusting into him just the right way. V'd have enough with this pace, but Johnny's greedy for more. He sits on the bed, V still on his lap, and starts thrusting in earnest. The merc whimpers at the sudden change. Each thrust makes his own dick rub against the rockerboy's stomach. Wave after wave of pleasure hits him. He closes his eyes, mind going blank, until he feels Johnny's silver hand grab the back of his neck.
"Look at me," he orders in a whisper, pressing their foreheads together.
And V complies, purple gaze drowning in his warm eyes. Looking at Johnny with a mix of lust and devotion, an expression mimicked by the rockerboy. It's so much. Too much. The pleasure. The affection. The need. The want. All those feelings ricochet from one's mind to the other's, fueling each other. Growing bigger, and stronger. And V keeps looking into those pretty eyes as he groans and moans and whines and whimpers. He keeps his gaze on him as Johnny thrusts even faster and harder. Burning passion making V forget how to breathe.
"Look at me," the rockerboy repeats, though his words come out as mere grunts.
He rolls his hips to meet his thrusts, lips parting wider and wider as pleasure sparks in his lower abdomen. He comes, eyes wide open before Johnny's hungry gaze. His ass clenches tight as he reaches his climax, and soon after, he can feel Johnny's cum fill him.
They don't stop there. They can't stop there. Johnny doesn't pull out, stays hard inside V just to fuck him again. And again. And again. Until his host's nothing but a mindless limp overstimulated puddle of nerves below him. All blissed-out. Incapable of speaking or moving. When the rockerboy's finally satiated, V fights to keep awake. Mellowed out and tired, but he doesn't want to sleep. He wants to stay conscious a little longer, Johnny's weight on top of him as he pulls him for a warm, caring embrace. They don't talk about that nagging apprehension, slowly nudging itself back at the back of Johnny's throat. Anxiety that V keeps fighting against with sweet words and soft kisses on his face. Keeps fighting until he can't fight sleep anymore.