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III reached toward Ivy, fingers itching to catch on the edge of his mask and tease the skin of his neck as he did each night, his mind already running through how he would pull the shorter man across the stage, a sly show of the other’s beautiful submission that he couldn’t resist during Rituals. The smirk on his lips behind his own mask fell, however, when the Fourth took a step back, tilted his head away.
Shock and frustration shot through him, following the other and reaching again, only to be stopped with the guitarist's hand closing around his wrist. He felt a sharp amusement from the link they shared, radiating off Ivy, and he growled as he stepped in close, flipping his hand quickly to fit his long fingers around his partner’s neck with practiced ease. He leaned close enough to see the mischievous glint in deep blue eyes, and suddenly decided enough was enough. He squeezed, hissing out, “Think you’re fuckin’ funny, huh?”
Ivy, the brat, only tilted his head back, subtly pushing into the hold, and III could feel the vibration of his laugh against his palm. His astonishment only grew when the smaller man leaned in for a kiss after that display.
Now it was III’s turn to lean away as he pulled him forward, walking across part of the stage with him, eyes burning into the Fourth’s. He mentally bore down on their connection, summoning every ounce of command as he could in his silent voice.
Won’t be laughin’ when I get my hands on ya later, Princess.
He smirked at the way Ivy’s eyes widened, felt him swallow against his hand. He squeezed once more, a warning, before switching to pull at the hem of his mask as usual. He pulled Ivy closer as he tucked it into his mouth, easing him down onto his knees as he pressed more and more into his space, inhaling the scent of him deeply with a soft, pleased sound. The roar of the crowd faded for a moment as Ivy’s hands found his neck, the impression the color green and excitement flowing from him. He hummed in understanding, the okay given for him to take the other apart later, and slowly stood and watched as the other man composed himself and they parted ways.
He could feel a buzz in his mind from all three of his partners, a staticky, nervous excitement pushing on to him from the Fourth, brushes of soft curiosity from Vessel and II. And heat from all of them, unsurprising after the tone he took with their lover. He ignored it for now, choosing instead a simple statement.
Sir, Vee, you’re invited to stay for the show.
The rest of their Ritual passed in a blur, III’s mind filling with plans for his Princess. It wasn’t often the shorter man would behave so bratty, only truly when he was craving a firmer hand. So III had to really make the most of this opportunity to be a little…creative.
By the time they had made it back to the hotel room, he had all sorts of devious plans, careful to guard his mental connection to the other three so as not to spoil the surprise, even if the tension and arousal ramped up higher and higher with each hour, a vicious feedback loop of hunger between the four men. It reached near boiling point by the time they all settled into their positions for the evening, Ivy, beautiful and trembling slightly with anticipation as he laid out on one bed, II and Vess curled around each other on the other, their own excitement practically tangible in the room.
III stood at the end of the bed between Ivy’s spread knees, shirt and mask tossed to the pile of bags, alongside Vessel’s own robes and mask, and II’s as well.
He took his time before starting, arms crossed as his eyes wandered along the smaller man's form in front of him. His slightly heaving chest, wide, already needy eyes pleading up at him to do something without speaking before III was ready. Pride warmed his chest that Ivy had followed his usual rules perfectly, still in his stage outfit and mask, with the exception of having removed his shoes.
Nothing else comes off until Daddy says.
His gaze flitted over to the second bed, where the six eyed, burning red and gold gaze of the First and the icy, piercing blue eyes of the Second were watching him intently, and he smirked to himself as he took in the obvious arousal between Vessel’s legs.
All eyes in the room on him, and his own arousal burning like a fever between his legs, he exhaled, preparing to settle into his role as he looked down at Ivy, arching a brow.
“Do ya remember your safewords, Ives?” Ivy nodded, reciting them easily. “Green if I’m good to keep going, yellow if I need a break, red if I need it all to stop.” III gave him a fond, proud smile. “And nonverbal?” Ivy demonstrated this one, pushing images of reds, stop signs, alarms into his mind. III nodded in approval, taking a deep breath before slowly letting it out, rolling the tension out of his neck and shoulders.
Time to begin.
“Alright…start stripping for me, Princess.” A rush of breath left the man below him with a hushed yes, Daddy, hands coming up to touch the hem of the mask still wrapped around him at first. But III tutted a bit, stopping him with a raised finger.
“No no, you wanted to keep that where it was so bad earlier, sweetheart, go ahead an’ leave that on for me.” He smirked some, enjoying the soft moan that Ivy let out at that. The smaller man nodded, moving his hands instead to start ridding himself of his other layers.
III watched on hungrily as all the skin was exposed before him, strong arms, soft stomach, the navel ring III had personally picked out catching the light, and finally, finally, his thick hard cock was freed from the last layer of the tight boxers Ivy peeled down his legs. He could feel a pulse of aching want in his core at the sight of how it laid up against his stomach when Ivy moved back into position, heavy and flushed deep red, but he pushed that need aside for the moment. Instead he took the time to rid himself of his own pants and underwear, settling between once again spread thighs. He rubbed his hands along the soft skin there as he hummed in feigned consideration of what to do next.
He had his plan. And he wanted to draw this out, could feel it in his bones that it was what his pretty little lover needed.
He sighed softly, slowly raising his gaze to meet Ivy’s. “Y’know Daddy doesn’t like it when ya don’t let him play with ya. I just want to show ya off.” He readjusted, shuffling up, and straddling plush thighs, feeling the heat radiating off Ivy’s throbbing cock against his cunt with how close he now was. “I’m sorry Daddy…” Ivy’s voice was low, sweet, his eyes round and soft behind his mask.
“Hmm…I just don’t know if I can believe that yet, Princess.” His voice was soft now, dripping with honey, but an edge of promise cuts it. He put on a sweet smile, his hand patting Ivy’s cheek below him. “But you will be. When we’re done.”
He didn’t wait for a protest or response, dropping his weight down to press his bare cunt against the hard line of Ivy’s cock. Ivy hissed below him at the first brush, and III hummed softly, letting his hips move in a few fluid rolls. Fuck, it felt divine. He’d been wet since he first gripped his Princess by the throat, the slick glide against the smooth heat and ridges of his partner’s thick cock sending goosebumps along his skin, and another moan slipped past his lips before he could stop it. Ivy was already panting below him, head tilted back into the pillows and hands scrambling for purchase on his III’s thighs.
So fucking cute.
He let them be for a moment, closing his eyes and letting himself just feel the man below him for a few more languid rocks of his hips before looking down at him again, tapping his hands and grinding down harder now. “Hands up, Princess. Keep ‘em there y’rself..” He fought to keep his tone under control, a satisfied smirk coming over his face when the younger did as he was told, gripping the pillow with a breathless, ”Yes Daddy, s-sorry Daddy..”
“There we go…so ya can listen to Daddy, hm?” He sped his movements some, Ivy’s pretty features contorting beneath the thin, damp fabric of his mask. “Wouldn’t know it by how ya acted earlier.” He knew this was hard for the other, getting to feel the wet heat his cock was usually buried in without the full relief of it, the friction that was almost, not quite enough, knew how whiny and needy his Princess became each time he did this to him.
He was counting on it, ready to ruin Ivy tonight.
He kept up a slow, harsh rhythm, unable to fully keep his own moans quiet as the slide became slicker with his own mess as well as the pre already drooling from the tip of Ivy’s cock. It had been a while since he’d done this, enjoying the slow drag and the smooth heat against him, his hole fluttering with want of letting Ivy’s cock slide in, stretch him open and hit so deep….but he held off, letting out a slow breath as he kept up the sensual roll of his hips. “Tonight, Princess…since ya wanted to deny Daddy…I’m gonna deny you.” He grinned at the gasping whine that earned, watching the guitarist’s hands slowly go slack in their grip, inching further down.
Good, good…just a little further…
The air was thick around them, a low hum that he could feel against his skin, making everything feel intense, heady.
Sleep always did love when all of Their vessels shared themselves in pleasure.
His hands splayed on Ivy’s chest now, switching to quick dirty grinds that rocked the bed below them, and gods, the sounds his lover made below him set his blood on fucking fire, a groan tearing from his own lips as his orgasm began to creep up on him.
Just a bit more…
He glanced beside them, a white hot flash of heat shooting straight to his cunt when he saw the way Vee and their Sir were now bare, coiled together, Sir biting into the sensitive skin below the taller man’s ear and toying lightly with his cock. Beneath the flowing haze of Vee’s hair, one bright blue eye was visible, trained on the scene before them.
His gaze turned back to the whining man below him as he reached out into the connection, shuddering slightly with the desire he felt in each branch between them, a heady feeling that threatened to pull him over that edge if he lingered too long.
The grip once again returning to his thighs brought him out of it and he grinned, sharp and predatory, “Ya close, honey?” Ivy’s hips jerked below him with a reedy whine, nodding his head quickly, “Yes, yes Daddy, please, ple–” But III cut him off with a tutting of his tongue, slowing his hips once more. Ivy whimpered, hazy eyes snapping fully open with a pleading look.
“Ah ah, Ives…ya couldn’t even keep your hands where I told ya, now could ya? What makes ya think ya get to cum yet?” He shook his head in mock disappointment, having fully seen this coming, planned on it, even. He needed an excuse for the next stage of the scene he’d created for his love.
He pulled on the bond with his Sir, a silent request for Vee that was quickly given.
With a smirk he turned to the other men once more, catching the gaze of the First’s fluttering lower eyes. “Vee? Be a dear and come hold Ivy’s hands for me, won’t ya Doll?” His tone really left no room for refusal, nor did the nudge their Sir gave him.
He could practically feel the way Vee melted under it all, quickly getting up to take his place by the headboard. He tucked Ivy’s head into his lap, his dark, Sleep stained hands gently pulling Ivy’s from their grip III’s thighs as the other whined softly, knowing there was no way to pull from their leader’s grip. Vee, the softie, shushed him gently, pressing a quick, barely-there kiss to the back of one before he held them in place on either side of his head.
III grinned at him, keeping the slow, smooth rhythm of his hips as he leaned forward, reaching one hand to cup Vee’s cheek. He ran his thumb under the lowest eye there before leaning close enough their lips brushed as he spoke, feeling Ivy’s desperate gaze on him throughout it all. “See? Vee’s bein’ so good for Daddy…Doin’ just as I want him to..” The skin beneath his palm heated with a flush, all six, half lidded eyes trained on him, the bottom set flickering down to his lips and back up. III shivered, a rougher grind disrupting his rhythm against the Fourth’s cock as the arousal shocked through his system.
“An’ good boys get rewarded…don’t they?” He didn’t wait for either of his boys to reply, pressing his lips against Vee’s in a kiss that started sweet, a gentle press, but it devolved quickly to filth when Vee moaned against him, pressing his pierced tongue into it with hunger. He couldn’t stop the groan he gave in return, sliding his tongue easily past the other’s lips as well, running it along sharp canines and along Vee’s own. Ivy’s hips bucked into his own with a wordless, desperate plea, sending the ridge of his cock just fucking right over III’s clit, and he parted from Vee with a soft gasp, thighs squeezing on either side of his partner’s hips, a warning to keep still.
“Mmm, fuuck…” He drawled, low and heated. “Ya want a kiss too, Princess? Go on, use your words..” He gave one more peck to Vee’s lips, taking in how much the display just in front of him was really affecting the man with, not missing the way his lowest eyes slid down his body to watch the filthy, wet grind of his cunt against Ivy’s thick cock. He smirked knowingly at him before he rolled his head to look down into Ivy’s eyes finally. The blue was nearly swallowed by the black of his blown pupils, his flush visible through the small sliver of skin III could see around them beneath already damp fabric. Satisfaction twisted in his gut as he took it all in.
“Please, Daddy..m-may I have a kiss too?” III let out a slow, rough breath to keep his control at the sweet, needy tone, the way his lashes fluttered up at him, all of it so earnest.
Fuck, Ivy really was too perfect for his own good.
He didn’t keep him waiting, leaning down to press his lips over Ivy’s right through the mask. He knew it wasn’t enough even without the way the man practically sobbed against him, pressed back helplessly. He cooed a little at him, letting his tongue slip out in an obscene slide against the material separating them, just a tease of what the other wanted. His eyes stayed trained on Ivy’s, watching them squeeze shut with a whimper as he felt his body tensing below him. The way he jerked slightly in a futile effort to pull his arms free from Vee’s iron grip caught his attention, feeling the cock trapped under his wet cunt twitch against him hard…
He was close again.
He let his tongue lave over the fabric once more, nipping at the plush lip beneath it and curling his hand around Ivy’s neck, just below his jaw, “Oh, Princess is ready to cum again, yeah?” Ivy nodded quickly, his breath hitching as he trembled and choked out, “Y-yes, Daddy, yes, yes–”
His words twisted into an anguished cry, as III lifted himself off of Ivy’s body all together, the only point of contact the hand now tightening, tilting his head up. His tone was harder now, commanding. “Eyes up, now. Look at me.” He heard Vee’s sharp intake of breath, felt the pride practically oozing through the mental branch between himself and Sir.
Watery blue eyes opened immediately, desperation making them wild in a way that made III’s heart pound in his chest, a dark satisfaction humming through him. He slid his free hand down his sweat slick abs, lower, letting out a shivering moan when his fingers swiped across his throbbing clit, the mess between his own legs. He shushed the sob that racked the smaller man gently, “S’okay baby, doin’ so good for Daddy so far, takin’ your punishment beautifully.” His hand sped, a shivering sigh falling from his lips.
“But…Ya haven’t earned it yet, Princess.” He moved his fingers quickly through the slick heat, breath coming in pants as he worked himself over, his eyes never leaving his sub below him. Fuck, he was close, rocking into each pass of his hand, letting himself feel it, soaking in need radiating off the smaller man as his grip tightened a fraction more around his throat.
Sleep’s presence hummed in the room, faintly dancing across his nerves and down his spine.
“So–fuck–s’ya get…to watch Daddy have all the fun…” He was breathless, finally letting his head drop back as the heat swelled into sweet, all consuming relief, eyes rolling shut as he shouted out his pleasure.
His fingers flew over his clit, his empty, aching hole pulsing over and over as he gushed over Ivy’s twitching cock. Choked off groans and whimpers were forced from his throat with each exhale, each wave of it, thighs squeezing tight to ride out the way Ivy bucked below him, his shaking sobs and Vee’s groaned swearing distant in his ears. He slowed his hand to a stop once he crept towards the line of too much, too much, taking a moment to breathe through the racing of his heart and lazily opening his eyes.
As soon as he tilted his head forward, he was met with Ivy’s teary, needy eyes, and the slightly glowing gaze of Vee’s six eyes, both fixed on where he stroked through the wet mess on Ivy’s stomach. He shivered, heat already swelling within him again. He almost was tempted to deviate from his plan, just him and his sweet little playthings…but instead he set his sight on Sir. Those sharp eyes immediately met his, and without a word spoken, he felt an agreement in the link between the two of them.
III grinned, a sated, lax look, but with an edge of mischief.
“Colors?” He looked from Vee, down to Ivy, tone gentle for a moment.
Ivy answered first, shaky, wrecked, but without hesitation. “Green, so green, holy shit..”
He glanced up at Vee again now, who nodded, breathing out a soft, “Green, please continue.”
Good, back to it then.
He hummed a little, eased himself off of Ivy, slow and languid, and settled next to him, close enough to feel the heat radiating off the two men. “Do y’think you’re learning your lesson, Princess?” Ivy let out a little hiccuping sob, nodding quickly. “Yes, Daddy, please, I-I won’t do it again…” III’s heart fucking melted, arousal pooling low in his gut quickly again. He ran his hand down Ivy’s side, then cupped his cheek and leaned in, looking right into his eyes lovingly. But when he spoke, deceptively sweet, it wasn’t to Ivy, or even Vee, eager and needy as he was as well.
“I don’t know, Sir…” Ivy’s eyes widened, snapping to the other bed as Vee tensed above him. “What do you think?”
His thumb stroked at Ivy’s cheek. Sweet Ivy, trembling as he looked up at their Dom, his cock kicking against his stomach in excitement. III’s body heated when he pictured how truly wrecked he would be by the end of the night. He didn’t look away from him until Sir stood behind him, his presence undeniable, demanding all eyes in the room once he joined.
Sir took his time answering him, his gaze calculating and dark in a way it only was in a scene, sweeping over Vee, the grip he had on Ivy’s hands, then over Ivy himself.
“I think…that the Pup might need more incentive to behave.” The whine Ivy gave was beautiful, high and warbling.
Sir’s hand trailed up III’s back, and he leaned into it, pressing an idea of what he had planned to him, and that hand quickly found his hair, gripping it with a barely audible intake of breath. His lips formed a cheeky grin, eyes going half lidded at the sting as he looked back and up to him, “Couldn’t have said it better myself, Sir.”
Before he could even blink, Sir's lips crashed into his, tongue invading his mouth without needing permission. III groaned into it, leaning more up on his knees and ignoring the awkward angle of his neck as he dropped his jaw more, letting the other man dominate his mouth easily. The grip on his hair tightened as Sir let out a pleased growl at how III opened up so easily for him, a litany of filth and praise pushing at the edge of III’s mind.
The kiss let up just as he started to get lightheaded, a little dazed when Sir suddenly let him go, already setting himself on the bed and giving III an expectant look. Giggling softly, III stroked Ivy’s cheek once, his other hand sliding teasingly close to his cock. “You’re gonna be good and watch Daddy, right Princess?” Ivy whimpered, swallowing hard and nodding. “Mm, I know ya will...Vee? Go ahead and get him a little more comfortable for the show…I think your lap should do. But keep his hands where they should be.” Vee nodded, breath quick and excited as his top eyes moved from him to Sir and back. He winked up at the taller man, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips, then whispered into the First’s mind, Doin’ so good for me too, Vee, just a lil bit longer and you can have his mouth.
The moan Vee gave against him, deep and rolling like soft thunder, made his cunt ache, spurred him to pat his cheek gently and make his way to their smallest lover.
Sir’s hands were on him immediately, pulling him into his lap and tucking his long legs where he wanted on either side. III preened a bit at the desire evident in each touch, biting his lip when calloused fingers rolled the piercings through each nipple, trailed his sides, down to his hips. He turned his head to make sure the others were ready, not bothering to hold back the moan Sir’s teeth digging in just below his jaw pulled from him as he took in the sight of Ivy splayed over Vee’s lap facing them, hands held securely against his thighs. III rolled his hips down against Sir with a sigh, eyes lingering over Ivy's weeping cock, flicking up to meet Vee's hungry gaze before turning his attention back to their Dom.
You're doing so well with him, such beautiful control.. Sir's voice was like velvet in his mind, and he was relaxing into him with a soft moan before he knew it. One hand slid from his hip to delve between his legs, sliding through the slick smeared over heated skin before cupping against III's cunt, making him squirm and groan softly. He slid his arms around Sir's shoulders, tilting his head to make room for the marks the other trailed down his neck.
“I think Pup needs to remember fucking such a sweet cunt is earned…” III grinned at the low tone, spreading his thighs more and pressing into the warm palm.
“Mm, yeah? Well maybe he'll remember how to behave if ya show him what he's missin’, Sir.”
His lips dropped on a trembling moan when two fingers slid as deep as they could into his dripping hole, slowly but without hesitation, and a calloused thumb teasing at the jewelry just above the slit of his cunt before it tucked up firmly to his clit. He rocked into it and buried into Sir’s shoulder with another soft moan, feeling the chuckle in the chest pressed against his before Sir’s hand started moving, expertly fucking talented fingers deep into III at a pace that had his toes curling.
Still such a good little whore for me, though, aren’t you, Slut? Spreading your legs and letting me play with your pretty little cunt.
III’s eyes nearly fucking rolled at the words passed silently to him, whimpering when the fingers inside him curled as his thumb began flicking across his clit. “Oh fuck, just like that, shit…” He panted into Sir’s skin, rolling his hips in time with the unwavering rhythm the drummer kept, taking him apart nearly methodically. The noise his cunt made was obscene, and he knew he had to be dripping, making a mess of Sir’s Sleep-stained hand and the bedding below. He turned his head just enough to look over at Ivy and Vee, a teasing twist to his lips when he saw the two of them watching with rapt attention, Ivy’s hips twitching and Vee’s rocking slowly, minutely against Ivy’s back.
“Mm, go ahead Doll, ya don’t have to be shy, use my Princess, b-being so good holdin’ him just how I asked…let him feel that thick fuckin’ cock he can’t have yet.”
Vee moaned, pressing his forehead to the top of Ivy’s head as he moved with more purpose now, the sinful, graceful rolls along with the reverent, Thank you, Daddy that was breathed out on a groan had III’s cunt fluttering around Sir’s fingers. The title was not one Vee took with him often. It set his nerves alight, his eyes slipping shut as he ground his own hips down to meet Sir’s movements more fully, and when the hand on his hip tightened his grip, his heart raced, knowing that was a tell-tale sign of his Dom’s growing arousal.
“Sleep, you’re fucking soaking me…” Sir murmured against the damp skin as his teeth released, and III just knew there would be deep reds and purples already blooming, covering skin that had not yet darkened with Sleep’s touch. III felt a hot tongue lave over the shell of his ear, Sir’s voice low and heated, only for him, when he demanded, “I’m getting a taste of you. Lay on your back for me, Slut.”
He didn’t wait for III to follow instructions, using his grip to push him where he wanted him anyway, the room spinning a moment before he found himself flat on his back and tugged down a bit to keep a good view on the two men beside them. The thrill of being moved so easily and the loss of those maddeningly good fingers made III whimper, a sound he quickly bit back as he readjusted his legs to frame Sir, whose gaze was trained only on him as he lowered himself between them. The blue of his eyes was a smoldering heat, the muscles in his shoulders moving enticingly beneath tattooed and Touched skin in a way that made III’s mouth water as he tucked III’s slightly trembling thighs up and over them.
So good with them both, my good Slut, always know just what they need, don’t you? Sir’s tongue swept across the slick dripping down his inner thigh with a deep, pleased groan, eyes never leaving III’s as he spoke into his mind. Don’t slip up now, stay focused while I make you cum on my tongue. III swore under his breath, already panting, barely managing to push his Yes, Sir the other man’s way before his thighs were gripped and spread apart, a warm, wet tongue sliding through his folds in one relentless glide from his hole to his throbbing clit.
III couldn’t hold back the cry he gave, his back arching a little as his hands found purchase in short blonde hair as Sir got to work, his slick tongue quickly picking back up the rhythm where his fingers left off. Fuck, he loved when Sir ate him out, having all of that devious focus solely on his cunt, his pleasure…it drove him crazy.
Sir tightened his grip with a moan so deep III could feel it in his fucking toes. He buried his face into III's cunt deeper before sealing his lips around his clit, sucking hard enough to pull a gasping whine from him, his head falling back as he panted through a string of swearing. “Fuuuck, yeah yeah, like that, Sir, holy shit…”
He let his eyes slip shut, letting himself get lost in the feeling for just a moment, his hips twitching closer to the heat of the smaller man's mouth as more sounds spilled past his parted lips. He was pulled out of it with a light slap to the side of his ass, Sir pushing into his hazy thoughts, Focus, Slut.
His head turned to the others biting his lip and catching Ivy's wet gaze as he arched more, moaning long and low, “Your m-mouth feels so bloody good Sir…” His thighs twitched to close, breath catching when the next roll of Vee's hips rocked Ivy, made his cock bob against his stomach as he let out a wrecked little sob.
The sound went straight to III's cunt, fluttering against Sir's tongue as the man licked into him with a fervor that had him shaking. He watched all of Ivy's reactions as he moaned out his pleasure, expecting every tremble, every whine. He knew how much his Princess wanted to be where their Sir was now, how much he loved it.
What he didn't expect was Vee's presence nudging his mind, his eyes snapping up to meet the First’s gaze.
Please…let me touch him, he's being so good for you, I promise, I won't let him cum.
III's lips twisted into a smirk around his next moan, You know how to ask me properly, Doll.
Vee shivered behind Ivy, the glow of his eyes brighter for a moment at the name.
Please, Daddy. Please, let me give him my hand.
III groaned from his chest, toes curling as two thick fingers pushing back inside at the same time Vee's beautiful begging filled his mind. He could only manage a nod to Vee, gripping into the hair between his fingers harder with a choked off whine. Vee's hand was moving instantly, letting go of Ivy's wrist to wrap his fingers in a loose fist around his cock and give it a slow pump.
Ivy’s back arched as he cried out, twisting in Vee's hold and gripping onto his forearm, his eyes locking into III's rather than staring longingly at Sir working his cunt. III grinned at him through the sounds Sir pulled from him, watching as Vee cooed in his ear and teased his long, dark fingers along the flushed skin.
“Don’t cum, Princess…Be–Be good and hold it.” He managed to get out, the feeling of Sir’s fingers curling and thrusting against every sensitive spot inside him barreling through his senses. His gaze wandered down, meeting Sir’s hungry eyes between his thighs with a soft whine as he crept closer to that edge again. “Fu-fuck, Sir…” He couldn’t look away from the intense stare, lips trembling around a cry when a third finger slid in and that talented tongue slid up through the wet mess of him before flicking across his clit quickly.
His eyes slammed shut, rutting into his mouth a few times and letting out a few desperate whines, losing himself to the dripping wet glide of Sir’s fingers and the unwavering pace of his tongue, the way his moans vibrated through III’s core. Fuck, he was close, trembling with each swipe, each thrust...
He tugged Sir’s head closer, one hand moving to grab at one of the hands bruising tight on his thigh, eyes rolling back behind closed eyelids.
That’s it, I can feel how close you are, sucking my fingers in, so tight…fucking dripping all over me, messy Slut, so desperate for it yeah? I know you’re going to cum for me, aren’t you?
III keened, breath coming out in thick pants and obscene moans.
Go on, keep it up, take what you need..
His hips were moving without a thought, listening to Sir with no hesitation as he ground into the welcoming heat of his tongue. Sir didn’t falter, didn’t stop, just kept that perfect fucking combination, spilling filth into his mind. His voice climbed higher, he was right there, right there…
You’re going to cum for me, then you’re going to take care of the needy Pup. Now, Slut, let it out, show me how your Sir fucks your pretty pussy like no one else can.
III's body obeyed the command immediately, the Sleep-given strength of the Second holding him in place as he cried out. His release gushed wetly over his Sir's face and hand as he tossed his head back, his back bowing off the bed. It consumed him, Sir’s voice filling his mind as the pleasure crested through him, out to his fingers and toes, the urgency bleeding through their shared psychic link and the unmistakable vibration of their God in the air around them bringing tears to his eyes.
He hiccuped around broken whines when crept up on too much, but the other man didn’t let up, drawing it out for another long moment before pulling back with a heated groan.
You come back to me when you’re done. I’m not finished with you.
III lay there a little dazed for a moment as he nodded, thighs slowly sliding down Sir’s arms as the man sat up and back. When he finally peeled his eyes open, those blue eyes were trained on his, bright and excited as he licked some of III’s own mess of his lips. He shivered, a trembling going through his thighs and a faint ringing in his ears. Sir’s eyes flicked over, and he was suddenly aware of the way Ivy sobbed, his own eyes following the sound.
His smaller body was bowed in Vee’s lap, one hand still clinging to the First’s forearm and the other was reached back, tangled in the smoke-like haze of his hair, blackened fingers trailing along his dripping cock still, near absently. The top set of Vee’s eyes were glowing bright, roaming over all of them in a way that III knew meant They were watching, the thought sending shivers down his spine. The other sets were trained on III, and looking down, watching the way Ivy’s body writhed against the barely-there pleasure.
III was righting himself quickly, exhaling low and long as he re-steadied. His Princess needed him. Leg tingling orgasm and literal God in the room aside.
“Mm…did ya enjoy the show, loves?” He grinned at the two, slowly making his way closer. “I think that’s enough, Vee.” He gave a pleased hum when the hand on Ivy’s cock slid away immediately, Vee sliding long fingers covered in pre into his mouth with a groan at the taste as their little lover whimpered with the loss. His head rolled forward from where it was tilted onto Vee’s shoulder, eyes still slightly unfocused when they landed on his Dom. The fabric of the mask was damp from sweat and the tears still beading at the edges of his eyes, evidence of how far gone he truly was. The needy, adoring look in those deep blue eyes pulled at III’s heartstrings, and he was cooing, crowding in and cupping that sweet face in his hands.
“Oh Princess…” He sighed, pressing kisses everywhere. “There ya are…you’ve learned your lesson, yeah?” Ivy only whimpered, nodding in his hands. “Good, good boy…” He glanced up at Vee, nodding his head toward the bed, in a lay him down gesture. Vee carefully shifted, helping III get him on his back before III’s fingers slid against Ivy’s neck under the mask.
“We’re almost done Princess, just need ya to help Vee, okay? He’s been so good to ya, don’t ya wanna thank him?” He slowly eased the mask up and off his lover’s face, moaning softly as he looked over the state of him. Ruddy cheeks, glassy, blown eyes, and his curls matted to his head.
Perfectly ruined, just for him.
III captured his lips in a frantic sort of kiss, praise spilling from his lips as he moved to his cheeks, dropping more kisses and letting his tongue slip out, licking up the salty tracks of his tears.
“Just a little more, Princess, know ya can do it…” Ivy moaned against him, tilting his head for another kiss that III took greedily. He pulled away with a nip to that trembling, plush lower lip, sighing softly and sitting back. He leaned to capture Vee’s lips next, murmuring into his mouth, “Next to him, Doll, it’s your turn.”
He felt the noise that Vee made more than he heard it, something not quite human that had him groaning, his gut clenching with arousal at the sound. He moved back fully, scooting to take his place atop Ivy’s thighs once more as Vee moved into position next to his head, already stroking his thick cock as he gently guided the other’s head towards him.
Ivy whined softly, big blue eyes searching for III and pleading for permission. III grinned, nodding his head. “Mm, such a good boy waiting like that…go ahead, get your treat, love, wanna watch him cum down that throat.”
III sat back, biting his lip as he watched Vee stroke his cock a few more times, a hand on top of sweaty curls guiding Ivy onto his cock with a heavy sigh, middle eyes slipping shut as the bottom set stayed trained on the man below him when he slid into his mouth. Ivy gave a shuddering moan, dropping his jaw to let Vee’s hips work his cock deeper and deeper into his mouth with slow thrusts, the sight making III’s mouth water and his cunt throb. He slid a hand up Ivy’s shaking thigh, wrapping long fingers slowly around his cock and relishing in the muffled moan the man gave around the cock pushing down his throat now, and the way Vee’s head tilted back, his rhythm stuttering as he groaned breathily.
“Fuck, look at ya, my beautiful boys…” III hummed, stroking slowly along Ivy’s hot, heavy cock as he watched them hungrily, the slick noise mixing with Vee’s quiet moans in a combination that went straight to his core. “That’s it, Princess, just relax, just let that pretty mouth do what it’s meant for…Fuck his throat, Doll, you’ve earned it.” Vee groaned outright, adjusting the grip he had on Ivy’s head before he began thrusting in earnest, nearly whimpering out, “Thank you, thank you…he feels so good…”
His grip on Ivy’s cock tightened slightly, stroking a little faster, and Ivy writhed under the direct pleasure after so long of being teased, his hands shooting down to grip onto III for the second time tonight. III let him, making an encouraging sound, “Mm yeah? He’s taking ya so well, too…”
Sir was suddenly leaning into their space, his hand trailing along the obscene way Ivy’s throat bulged around the thick intrusion with a pleased sound, before tucking his hand along the back of his head to help him meet each roll of hips. “Fuck, he really does.” Ivy’s eyes rolled shut, desperate little whimpers slipping out whenever Vee pulled back. “Awe, look at the little Pup…cock drunk already, aren’t you? Such a good little sleeve for Vee’s big cock, can’t get enough of it, I know…”
III groaned at their Dom’s words, his half lidded gaze looking up to watch Vee. His lowest eyes were still intent on the man below him, lids fluttering as sharp white teeth dug into his bottom lip in a way that made III wanna kiss him stupid. His top eyes were shining, looking over the scene in front of him before they turned, locking on to III. He gasped softly as a shiver raced through him, Their gaze like a burning physical touch on his body wherever They looked. He forced himself to look away, focusing back on the scene and the way Vee’s abs flexed, muscles tightening as his breath quickened.
“Fuck, are ya close for us Doll?” III inched up Ivy’s body, pumping his cock faster as he prepared for what came next, grinning when Ivy choked out a moan around the cock bullying his throat. Another one of those strange, so fucking arousing sounds left the First as he nodded, hips thrusting faster as his grip tightened in Ivy’s hair. Sir leaned up on his knees, keeping one hand guiding Ivy’s head as he gripped Vee’s jaw with the other and tugged him down into a filthy kiss, all teeth and tongue, that had III groaning just watching. After only a moment they parted, Sir shaking his head with the hold on his jaw just slightly to get all of those captivating eyes on him as he demanded, low and absolute, “Cum.”
Vee growled, the sound inhuman in his pleasure. It settled in III’s bones, giving him fucking goosebumps, each of his six eyes glowing as he bucked into Ivy’s mouth one more deep time, and III lined Ivy’s cock to his dripping entrance, watching as Sir leaned to murmur heated, filthy praise in his ear as he took Vee’s load down his spasming throat. He didn’t wait, dropping down and taking the entire length at once just to see how his eyes rolled, feel how blunt nails dug into his thighs. An obscene groan was pushed from him, the stretch of Ivy’s thick cock making him tremble, leaning down and steadying himself on his love’s chest as he swore through his panting.
Ivy was quickly pulled off Vee’s softening cock, swallowing thickly before whining loudly. His eyes found III’s quickly, more tears spilling in relief when III’s hips began rolling down, the perfect pace to have Ivy gasping, bucking up to meet him. He was vaguely aware of the others moving off to the side, but Ivy had all of his attention now, his sweet, perfect Princess, who let him ruin him and put him back together so easily, so willingly, the way his cock filled him up just fucking right. He couldn’t resist, leaning down to take his lips once more, moaning deeply at the taste of Vee’s cum lingering when his tongue pushed inside.
“Thank you, D-daddy, thank you, thank you..” Ivy babbled between kisses, and III shushed him gently, fucking himself onto Ivy’s cock harder, faster, toes curling at the delicious drag against his fluttering walls. “Such a good fuckin’ boy, took it all so well, so fuckin’ well, just take what ya need now Princess, Daddy won’t stop ya, waited so well–” He broke off in a trembling cry when Ivy’s hands slid to his hips, bucking up into him desperately, and it was all III could do to just…take it.
One hand slammed into the head board for balance through the rough thrusts, the other gripping tighter to the smaller man’s sweat-slick chest as the thick head of his cock pounded deep. His eyes fell shut, jaw dropping when the slight change had his clit grinding hard against Ivy’s abdomen with each thrust. “Fuck! That’s it, fuck, c’mon baby…” Ivy’s broken moans pitched up, his grip tightening. All he could feel was Ivy, his hands, his cock, the heat of their shared breath as he rocked together, all he could hear was his panting cries, his beautiful begging, “Please, please, Daddy, wanna cum–”
III forced his eyes to open, meeting the adoring, desperate gaze of his sub.
“Now Ives, fill me up.”
And oh, how beautifully the Fourth broke for him.
III watched how his brows pulled in, eyes squeezing shut and mouth falling open around fractured cries, gorgeously flushed. His hips ground up, desperate, mindless, is thick cock twitching as he spilled deep inside III’s cunt, his hands sliding up to cling to his back, nails digging in to drag lines across his skin that III hoped lasted for days. III himself gasped and moaned through it, rocking slowly to help milk his cock, his own pleasure in the back of his mind in the moment Ivy worked so hard to be good for.
He eased his hands around Ivy’s face as he slowed to a stop, hiccuping and crying openly now. III kissed his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, a few gentle ones pressed to his quivering lips as he shushed him lovingly. “Shhh, you’re alright, Ives, breathe for me sweetheart. I’m here, you’re okay…” He stroked through sweat soaked hair, careful not to move in a way that would overstimulate the poor man. After the heaving of his chest subsided, and III’s own panting calmed, he carefully, slowly lifted from his cock, biting his lip at the feeling of Ivy slipping free, warm cum trickling down his thigh. He cooed soothingly at the way the other whimpered, petting through his hair and down his cheek gently.
Vee was suddenly at his side, touching his back, his voice soft in his ear, “I’ve got him...but They say one is left unsatisfied, and They will see it done.”
The air in the room shifted, vibrating along his skin as if agreeing.
III sat up fully, smirking a little when arms slid around his middle from behind, sharp teeth nipping at the unmarked side of his neck. “Mmm, I figured as much. Don’t worry Sir…I haven’t forgotten about ya.”
One arm tightened around him, the other slipping under his legs to scoop him up quickly, the show of strength making his toes curl just slightly, giggling as he was dropped onto the other bed. He grinned up at Sir as he crowded in, raising his arms up by his and teasingly cocking an eyebrow up at him, biting his lip. “All yours…whatcha gonna do with me?”
He swallowed a bit when Sir leaned down close, one warm hand gripping the bottom of his thigh and pressing it up against III’s own chest, a dark smirk of his own twisting his lips. He kept his eyes on III’s as he settled himself between his now obscenely parted legs, straddling the leg still against the mattress and letting out a slow breath when III’s thigh brushed across his cunt. III’s teeth dug harder into his own lip at the heat of him, breath picking up and eyes going a little wide when he caught on to Sir’s plan. “Hmmm, after watching the show…I think I’m gonna fuck that grin right off your face, Slut.”
III couldn’t hold back the moan that poured from him, grinning wider as his arms wrapped around Sir’s shoulders, “Yeah–shit, please do.”
He could feel the tension in corded muscles along his back and shoulders, see it simmering in his eyes as he took his time looking over III below him, his hands trailing the leg pushed to his own chest, along his side. He felt like prey, pinned under that impressive gaze and waiting to be devoured.
III never really was the patient type…especially not after being split open on Ivy’s cock only moments before.
He dug his nails into the smooth skin below his hands, pressing his thigh up to Sir’s core almost teasingly. He only got to enjoy the feeling for a split second before that hand shot from his side to his neck, Sir’s growl filling his ears as he quickly closed the space between them with a hard jerk of his hips, their cunts meeting at last and fuck, it was perfect. III whined at the first grind, his eyes rolling back at the wet heat against his own, the piercing through Sir’s hood right against III’s clit, just pressing, driving him mad.
“Stay. Still.” III shivered, swallowing hard beneath the pressure of Sir’s hand. “You had your turn. Your only job now is to take. What I. Give you.” He punctuated with hard thrusts against III’s cunt, forcing whimpers from the taller man’s throat. He looked up to his Dom’s eyes, a retort quick on his tongue…but when his mouth opened, all that came out was a short cry when the other started rocking into him at a fast, relentless pace.
Fuck, III couldn’t even think past the hot, wet grind, clinging to Sir as he fucked against him. The slick sound of skin on skin was pornographic, the mess of his own cunt and Sir’s making each movement smooth enough that his eyes rolled back as he fought to keep them open. He was desperate to watch the way Sir’s head rolled back, his brows furrowed as he groaned, his cunt throbbing at the knowledge that he made his Sir feel like that. The hand on his leg tightened, pushed harder down as Sir rolled his shoulders and dropped his head down, readjusting and thrusting harder into III’s cunt with a soft growl of pleasure.
III’s back tried to arch when Sir’s passed over his clit more directly with the change, crying out and letting his head fall back. “Fuck! Oh fuck don’t stop, don’t stop–” The hand around his throat tightened, his eyes nearly crossing as they rolled shut, the constant grinding pressure and the shaking groan Sir gave in his ear feeding the heat and arousal flooding his senses.
“Shit, that’s it…just fucking take it, Slut, so wet for me, so perfect…You might like to play at control with the others…but you know this is where you belong, don’t you? Under me–used by me.” His forehead pressed to III’s clavicle, panting as he worked his hips, and III could hear how much wetter his cunt got at the words, his body shaking as he dug his nails into Sir’s arms with a shattered whimper. He could only do his best to nod, too overwhelmed with pleasure, with Sir to get a word out.
Sir groaned against him, releasing his throat to tangle his fingers in III’s hair, fully pinning him in place with the hold and fuck, III was exactly where he wanted to be. Sir leaned up a moment later, capturing his lips in a filthy kiss, all teeth and tongue and heated moans. He licked into III’s mouth in time with his thrusts, and III was hurtling toward the edge faster and faster with each wet grind against his throbbing clit and dripping wet hole.
Close, close–Sir, please–
It was all he could do to press his frantic pleas into his link with the other man, clinging tighter to him as his mouth was dominated by the kiss.
Sleep’s presence hummed louder, prickling his skin, unmistakable and heavy.
You can cum. But that doesn’t mean I’m stopping.
The whine he gave was swallowed by his Sir, and it wasn’t much longer before the forceful thrusts and the way that strong hand tightened in his hair before he was tensing, jaw dropping against the other’s mouth as he nearly screamed with the force of his orgasm ripping through him. Sir swore and nipped his lip, leaning back and grinding right into his clit to drag it out further, his intense blue eyes never leaving III’s face as he murmured encouragement, low and filthy. The pleasure climbed higher, higher, his eyes tearing up as he choked on a sob and twitched against the torturous drag before Sir finally took pity with a mean chuckle, hips tilting to grind his cock against III’s twitching hole before picking up his relentless pace once more.
His heartbeat rushed in his ears as he gasped for air, the pleasure simmering just beneath the surface as Sir kept fucking him, never letting him truly come down. He was drowning in it, unable to keep quiet now as he was rocked by each thrust, unable to look away from Sir above him, flushed and groaning. His eyes were half lidded, a furrow in his brow and his lips parted as he watched their cunts slide together again and again, and gods, III had never found him more beautiful.
He floated on the high of it all, losing himself to the pleasure, the heat of Sir surrounding him and the drag of slick flesh against his own, nothing else mattered but making his Sir feel good, letting go and submitting to him after calling the shots all night. He only fluttered his eyes open when the pace became more urgent, the grunts and moans more tense above him.
He could tell the other was getting close, the fine tremor in his arms and the increasing sounds he let escape giving him away, his tight control slipping the smallest bit as he began to speak.
“Gods, your pussy was made for this…” His voice was rough, hushed. “So fucking good beneath me, so fucking willing to be used…making such a fucking mess just for me…you’re mine, mine to fuck, mine to ruin..” III keened, his head dropping back as his leg was tugged up, hooked over Sir’s shoulder and pressed to his strong chest as he groaned low, near constant as he bucked harder into him. III’s voice climbed higher, dangerously close to cumming again, his mind buzzing with the string of mine, mine, mine Sir pushed into their bond seemingly without intention.
“Fuck, gonna make me cum…” His fingers dug into the pale skin of III’s leg, and III was babbling, pleading, begging before he could think, “Yes, yes–Sir, please please wanna feel you cum against my pussy, please, please–” He broke off into a gasping cry when Sir bit into his calf, growling out a near inhuman sound into his skin as he pressed his body down into his once more, hips twitching and eyes squeezing shut. He felt the pulse of Sir’s orgasm against him, and he sobbed when that feeling threw him into another himself, nails dragging angry lines down his lover’s biceps as his toes curled with the force of it.
Sir groaned and rocked into him a few more times before releasing the flesh between his teeth with a grunt, leaning back and pulling away just enough to fit a hand III’s cunt, slipping three fingers in and hooking them just fucking right. He fucked them into him quickly, precisely, and III arched, shook, another ruined cry spilling from him as his his cunt clenched around them until he was gushing once more, teary eyes rolling shut as Sir forced wave after wave from him until his throat went raw from his cries.
After what felt like an eternity Sir finally pulled his fingers free, giving a breathless chuckle as he slapped his soaked fingers lightly against III’s aching cunt. III whimpered at the stimulation, panting and trembling as he tried to close his legs, though the other’s body blocked the movement. “Nooo…” He whined petulantly, covering his flushed, sweaty face with one arm, the other pushing weakly at the other’s hand, “No more, you broke it, asshole…”
The tension of the scene melted away when II laughed, softer now, as he stroked along III’s stomach gently before easing his long leg down against the bed once more. “Sorry, couldn’t resist. Every inch of you is just so spankable.” III glared weakly from under his arm when his thigh was lightly pinched, his heart slowly returning to a normal pace as the other man stood slowly from the bed with a content sigh.
III eased himself to sit after another moment or two of getting his brain back online, pulling a slight face at the soaked sheets below him before he looked over to the other bed. He couldn’t help the grin at what he saw, Vessel’s broad body cradled around Ivy chest to back, one hand stroking through his hair as he met III’s gaze with a smile of his own, the faint glow gone from his topmost eyes.
Very good, They said you both did very well.
He raised an eyebrow, his grin cheeky and proud, but going softer when he looked at their smaller love. He found him already looking at him, a light blush still on his face but looking content. III tilted his head some to meet his gaze more head on, smiling growing. “Hey there, Ives…ya back with us?” Ivy giggled softly, nodding and curling up more, reaching one hand out in a grabby motion that melted III’s heart.
They settled into their usual aftercare routine, III sliding into bed to hold Ivy against him sharing kisses and smiles, as Vess slid off the bed to go run the bath, II stripping the sheets from the mattress he and III had been on and finding the extra set they’d requested to put on it. III watched him fondly as he stroked along Ivy’s back, a happy sigh leaving him before he closed his eyes, enjoying the contentment and love he could feel winding its way through each connection of their bond in his mind, the steady heartbeat of the Fourth against him.
He dropped a kiss to the top of his head, squeezing him a bit, “Ya did so good for me tonight, Ives…is that what you were wantin’? I know ya said not to go easy next time ya bratted, but…” Before he could even finish voicing his concerns, Ivy was leaning up, cupping his cheeks and pulling him into a sweet kiss.
It was perfect. Thank you.
III grinned against his lips, feeling the bed dip as II curled up to Ivy’s other side, cupping his chin to pull him gently from III’s lips to his own. III’s heart fluttered at the sight, content to watch them in this moment, feeling the silent conversation between the two, words of love and praise passing between them.
Vessel came from the bathroom to his side, smile soft and eyes gentle as he leant down, kissing III so lovingly his chest ached, then turning to their other lovers, kissing them each the same before they made their way to the bath.
When they were clean, dry, and in soft clothing, they piled into the bed, Ivy curled between Vess and III, II and III’s back. Whispered I love you’s and soft kisses exchanged, III fell asleep with a smile on his face, satisfied, exhausted, and surrounded by the ones he loved most in the world, safe and warm in their embraces.