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It had started out innocently enough, at least in terms of their brand of humor.
David climbed onto the couch Kevin was lying on, bracketing Kevin's thighs between his own as he straddled his ass. The first moan Kevin let slip had been accidental, but he quickly recovered and followed up with a few fake ones, smirking to himself as he imagined how the fans would react. Playing it up for laughs also helped him ignore how good the pressure of David's weight bearing down on him felt.
Christian came closer with the camera, obviously delighted to be capturing a moment like this for the vlog. Kevin couldn't contain a small giggle after forcing another high-pitched parody of a moan out of his lungs, and above him he could feel David shaking with laughter as well.
They stopped after a moment, not wanting the bit to drag on to the point where it wasn't funny anymore. Kevin rested his head on his crossed arms and waited for David to stand up. When David didn't budge, Kevin began to squirm slightly. Now that he wasn't fake-moaning for laughs anymore, his mind wandered back to the pressure settled across his backside and his shoulders, where David was currently resting his hands. Kevin felt every slight movement David made to keep his balance atop his perch. Kevin felt something poking into the back of his thigh, and it was only when David shifted again that he realized it was the drummer's half-erect cock.
Kevin's mind drifted back, years into the past. He'd fooled around with David before, knew from experience how good David's dick felt. There hadn't been any fooling around recently, but Kevin would be lying if he said he didn't miss it.
David's hips began to rock forward against Kevin's ass. Kevin pressed his face into the pillow trapped between his arms to muffle the quiet groan that escaped him. He tried to rock back into David's hesitant thrusts, but with one knee hanging off the edge of the couch and nothing to cushion his hips, it was difficult to get enough leverage.
"Um...I think this is my cue to leave..." Christian chuckled awkwardly, already beginning to back up toward the stairs.
"Wait!" David called out sharply, causing Christian to freeze in his tracks. Kevin froze as well, glancing over his shoulder at David in confusion.
David's hands firmly massaged Kevin's shoulders as he leaned down. His warm breath ghosted over Kevin's cheek as he murmured, "I want him to stay and film us. Is that okay with you?"
An involuntary whine escaped Kevin at the thought of being filmed in such a compromising position. He nodded eagerly, feeling his cock harden as he let his gaze slide over to the camera Christian was clutching in his hands.
"And you?" David asked, and it took Kevin a moment to realize he was talking to Christian now. "Is it okay with you, too?"
Christian was quiet for a moment, as though he was contemplating. Then, slowly, he pressed record on the camera before lifting it back up to focus on Kevin and David.
David briefly stood up and hooked his fingers underneath the waistband of Kevin's pants and boxers, sliding both down to his knees. Kevin shivered slightly as the cool air from the bus's air conditioning hit his exposed skin. David's weight settled back onto him, this time a little lower, keeping Kevin's legs trapped in place as he slowly began to massage Kevin's thighs. Kevin let out a quiet groan at the feeling of David's fingers pressing firmly into his flesh. Fucking drummers with their inhumanly strong grip.
By the time David had had his fill of massaging Kevin's thighs, Kevin's cock was rock-hard, leaking precum onto the leather cushions beneath him. He barely had any time to feel guilty about the stains that would leave, though, because David had relinquished his grip on Kevin's thighs and was fumbling around for something in his pocket.
The click of a cap being opened made Kevin lift his head and shoot David an incredulous look. "Do you seriously just carry lube around in your pocket?"
David grinned as he squirted a bit of lube onto his fingertips. "Never know when you might need it," he replied before shooting a smug smirk at the camera.
Kevin had almost forgotten that they were being filmed. As he rested his head back down on the pillow, he couldn't stop his gaze from drifting back to Christian. Kevin couldn't see his face behind the bulky setup of the camera, but he could see the slight tent that was forming in Christian's pants. He smirked slightly and opened his mouth, intending to tease him slightly. But before he could get a word out, a surprised gasp escaped him as David's lube-slicked fingers slid between his cheeks and prodded gently at his puckered rim.
"A little warning next time," Kevin grumbled, but there was no real heat behind his words.
"Sorry," David chuckled, sounding equal parts apologetic and amused. He finally slid one finger inside Kevin, slowly and shallowly thrusting the digit in as he tried to open Kevin up. Kevin whimpered, arching his back slightly in an attempt to give David a better angle.
"M-More, please..." Kevin panted. "I can take it."
David seemingly agreeing with Kevin's assessment of his own readiness, complied eagerly. He slid a second finger into Kevin, and Kevin moaned gratefully at the stretch. It burned slightly, but not enough to be truly painful. The sensation only heightened his pleasure, and by now Kevin was sure that the cushion beneath him was soaked through with precum.
"Christian, come closer," David suddenly murmured.
Christian obeyed, stepping closer as he pointed the camera directly at Kevin's face. Kevin could feel his cheeks heat up, and he was sure his face was flushed a deep red. He tried to hide behind the pillow he still had clutched between his arms, but David used his free hand to grip Kevin's hair and pull his head up.
"Don't be shy," David cooed. "Let Christian film your pretty face."
Kevin groaned, but he couldn't deny that the camera lens being a mere foot or two away from his face as he was fingered by David was turning him on immensely. He rested his head on the pillow, making no attempt to hide behind it this time, and gazed into the camera, even feeling bold enough to smirk and wink.
Without warning, David crooked his fingers upward, pressing against that soft, spongy spot inside Kevin. A breathless whine was punched from Kevin's lungs as David began to mercilessly play with his sweet spot. He rubbed his digits over it before pressing down once more, grinding the tips of his fingers against it. Kevin's body trembled under the onslaught, every nerve alight with pleasure. High-pitched moans—real ones this time—were spilling from his parted lips. He couldn't decide whether he wanted to press back against David's fingers or grind his aching cock against the slick leather beneath him.
"David, I'm- I'm close," Kevin cried. "Please- please, don't stop, I... I n-need..."
His words drifted off into an incoherent, pleading babble as David continued to massage his prostate. Tears were gathering in his eyes and spilling down his cheeks from the intense pleasure burning through his body like an insatiable fire.
"You can cum whenever you want," David murmured as he managed to press a third finger past Kevin's rim.
Kevin whined pleadingly, driving his hips back in an almost frenzied manner as he tried to get David's fingers deeper inside him. His surroundings faded into a static blur as he felt his orgasm building, that hot wire of pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in his gut as the feeling of being stretched by David's fingers brought him closer to the edge.
A final nudge against his sweet spot and Kevin finally came, nearly sobbing at the relief his release brought. He sagged bonelessly into the couch, feeling so floaty in his post-orgasm haze that he hardly noticed his own seed sticking to his stomach. His vision was blurry from lingering tears of pleasure, and he blinked them away to focus properly on the lens that was still aimed at his face. He felt a goofy grin stretch across his face, and he didn't have the energy or the concentration to suppress it.
David gently eased his fingers out of Kevin and wiped the excess lube off on Kevin's thighs. Kevin grumbled and aimed a sluggish kick at him, which David dodged with ease. He chuckled and ruffled Kevin's hair affectionately.
"I'm gonna go sort this out in my bunk," David chuckled, referring to the very obvious tent in his pants. Kevin felt bad about the fact that David had gotten him off so selflessly and Kevin hadn't even returned to favor. But before he could offer to help, David shook his head fondly at him. "It's fine, Kev, I promise," he reassured Kevin. Kevin couldn't argue with that earnest tone, so he simply rolled over so that he was facing the back of the couch and relaxed, already beginning to drift off. He knew distantly that when he woke he would be disgusted with himself for falling asleep in his own jizz, but at the moment he felt too tired and too satisfied to care.
The last thing he was aware of before he completely fell asleep was a pair of footsteps shuffling off to the bunk area of the bus. David and Christian wasn't a pair Kevin would have bet on, but he supposed it was mostly just a moment of convenience, given the fact that they'd both had pretty obvious erections.
Once that thought had finished crossing his mind, Kevin was out like a light, dozing peacefully on the narrow couch with his pants around his knees and his cum drying into the fancy leather cushions.