Your Anoying (Vessel x III)

3. Let me be the one to bring you to life.

One hour had passed after Vessel had gone to his dressing room to be alone. It was about time for the band to go on stage. Vessel got up and made himself presentable for the crowd.

On the other side of the door III was getting impatient, as he waited for Vessel to come out of the room. It took everything in him not to storm into Vessel’s dressing room and drag him out. No more excuses would be given, they shared a moment and he had to capitalise on it.

The rain was still falling and a cold wind had made its way through the city. III needed a cigarette, but didn't want to leave. The tension between himself and Vessel was enough for him to bite his lip, a wave of frustration washing over. He was done waiting.

Before he knew it, III had stormed into the singer’s dressing room and slammed the door shut behind them. Without a second thought, he grabbed Vessel by his arms and kissed him, his lips demanding as they forced the singer’s mouth open, his tongue exploring. All the restraint he's felt building up over the last few hours were poured into the kiss as their lips finally parted, the sound of rain hitting the roof drowning out their breaths as the singer’s back went against the wall.

"You can't keep pretending." III said out of breath.

"P-Pretending?..." Vessel responded Petrified of the sudden action.

"Yes, pretending. Don't tell me you didn't feel anything when I kissed you." He grabbed Vessel’s shirt and pulled the singer closer so their lips met once more, their tongues tangled in one another's mouths as III pushed Vessel further back and slid down the wall until they were sitting down. He let his hand slip under Vessel’s shirt and it slowly went further down.

"Let me be the one to bring you to life, Vessel." Vessel moaned at the sudden touch from the bigger male. III’s hand slowly went over Vessel’s excited cock and smirked when he felt that he had gotten a boner.

A dark smirk spread his lips as he pressed himself against Vessel, their legs touching and both breathless for the moment. III still wore his black shirt and jeans, the only clothing that was damp from the rain and his skin was dry. His lips explored Vessel’s neck and ear as his hand moved to the other's body.

"Vessel..." he breathed, his own moans mixed with Vessel’s. "Let me."

"W-We need to go on stage in 5 minutes..." Vessel said as he was shaking a bit.

"In five minutes, yes." III nipped Vessel’s ear and his eyes widened at the sound of Vessel’s moans, his hand moving to the other's underwear now as he had unzipped vessel’s pants.

"In the meantime," he breathed as their lips met once more, his other hand holding the singer’s throat gently, "let me help you warm up."

He pressed his hand against Vessel’s cock and caressed the skin as he watched Vessel shake. III had managed to make Vessel break character and he wasn't letting go. He smirked as his hand slid down the singer’s length, leaving Vessel panting.

"...C-Can y-you suck it?..." Vessel asked as he continued moaning loudly.

Vessel smirked as he pulled away from Saint and began to move towards his dripping cock. The bassist's hand squeezed the singer’s thigh and he leaned back against him, leaving the other's back against the wall. III pressed his lips along Vessel’s tip. "I can do more than suck," he breathed, his teeth grazing across the other's soft flesh. The rain still fell outside and their breaths intermingled.

"...F-Fuck, quickly we dont have l-long anymore.~" Vessel said out of breath as he placed his hand in front of his mouth, sucking at his own fingers.

"Shh..." He kissed Vessel’s tip again, taking his time with the singer, his fingers running down Vessel’s length. III was in control of the situation now. He had to remind Vessel how much he wanted him before they were both on stage for the performance. 

"Come on Saint, let me make you feel alive."

III had enough, pulling Vessel closer, grinding their bodies together, grabbing his neck. III grasped his jaw, pushing it open, shoving his thumb into Vessel’s mouth along with his tongue. Vessel didn’t know what to lick at, his thumb or his tongue, he chose both, alternately going between the two. He could feel the wet saliva running down his chin as III devoured him. He only loosened his hand on his neck, to run his fingers down his chest to stop at the rather very hard cock. Squeezing, and enjoying the rapid huffs of breath Vessel couldn’t keep in. When III started to break away, Vessel pulled him back, murmuring pleas in his ear.

When III didn’t move fast enough, Vessel pushed his hand on his own dick wanting more. III pushed his hand off and placed his hot hand back around him. Vessel was lucky he didn’t come just from his touch.

III brought Vessel’s dick up to his face as he locked his eyes with Vessel’s and extended his tongue, licking at it again to make it nice and wet. Vessel’s eyes fluttered closed, groaning, fuck III was so hot.

With a smirk, III pushed Vessel back onto his elbows, giving him more room. Taking his cock in his hand, he grasped the length, while his thumb played along the tip. Vessel felt his body convulse at the feel of pleasure. III watched him as he continued his ministrations. When Vessel’s eyes closed he leaned down to lick at the pre dripping from the tip. Vessel’s arm shot out to grab at III’s hair. 

“Fu-uck, III.~”

III didn’t stop, he engulfed his length in his mouth, running his tongue along the blue vein that ran along the back of it. He pulled off of him, placing kisses at the base, while his hand ran up and down.  

Vessel writhed on the container, lost in pleasure to what III quickly broke him apart with.  

“I don’t know if I want you to come in my mouth, or if I want you next to me so I can whisper in your ear.”

When Vessel didn’t respond and just continued to whimper, III pulled him up next to his body, rubbing his dick faster and faster, gripping with more pressure at the base like Vessel liked.

He knew Vessel was close, he could feel the tension on his abs start to pull, “Vessel, you're so beautiful, look at me as you come?”

Vessel’s eyes instantly snapped open and locked onto III’s eyes. Vessel’s brows pinched as he bit his bottom lip, trying to not moan. III smiled at him, “Beautiful.~”

Vessel’s body seized as he pictured their future union, his back bowing as he came with a small shout, not able to hold it in anymore. III worked him through his orgasm, stopping just short of overstimulation. Letting him sag against his body, their brows pressed together. III pulled his hands from his pants, looking at the cum pooled there, bringing it to his nose, inhaling his scent as he stuck his tongue out to lap up the contents. Vessel watched him, bringing his tongue to help III, moaning at his taste. When his hand was clean, III moved to his mouth, kissing his lips.

“Come now baby, we're late.“

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That was spicy....Till next Saturday i guess.