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In the morning, Vessel and III woke up far before II and IV. They let the two sleep in… which meant II was left unsupervised.
IV woke up to the sensation of a hot mouth around the head of his dick.
A tongue flicked over his tip. IV moaned loudly, uninhibited with grogginess. He reached clumsily and ended up grabbing onto short hair, which told him who it was.
“II…”
A soft moan around his dick. He pulled off with a loud, wet sound that made IV's hips twitch.
“Big boy…”
IV tried to hold back a whimper. He was too sleepy for II to be talking to him like that. He gasped when II licked the head of his cock, flat and hot and so soft, then just… kept licking, like he was having the best treat of his life. He held IV’s cock steady, lapping at him like a fucking dessert.
“T-II— ah, II—”
IV didn’t even get a chance to beg for his mouth. II shifted, and IV watched him settle right over his cock, slicking him with lube as IV tried to grab onto II’s thighs, his hips, eyes widening.
“Wait, II, you can’t—”
II shoved IV down by his shoulders. He was grinning at him. IV blinked, eyes locked onto the slightly dopey, cocky expression.
II was grinding IV's cock right between his ass.
“I was worried you felt left out, yesterday…” II's eyes trailed over IV's chest “... so I wanted to fix that.”
“Y…You don't have to… do that,” IV protested with absolutely no conviction. “I was more than fine yesterday, but thank you for… mmh… for thinking of me… You’re probably way too sore to take me again, so—”
“It wasn't a request.”
II was still high off of yesterday, but his dominant mood had returned, quite literally, overnight. IV really shouldn't be surprised.
II didn't even prep himself. He was still loose from so much training and succeeding last night. He just stroked IV until he was soaked in spit and lube and pre and then took IV’s cock while his thighs were already shaking.
IV loved this tiny fucking masochist so much.
II whined as he started rolling his hips. IV held on, amazed that II let him. The only reason he allowed it was IV's hands were simply moving along with him, not forcing or directing his pace.
The way II whimpered, covered his mouth with one loose fist, and tossed his head made IV burn to flip them over.
But he wanted to watch this. II was taking his pleasure from him, and it was enrapturing. II rolled his hips, and whatever he did must’ve been good, because the movement stopped and stuttered and II whimpered again, like he just couldn’t stop. He looked down at IV, cheeks flushing as their eyes met. II didn’t stop moving his hips. And IV didn’t stop staring. Neither of them could speak, too amazed with the other. The wet sound, the gasping, the soft moans, all overlayed the faint noises and laughter coming from the kitchen and television downstairs.
“IV…” II breathed his name, eyes falling shut.
“Beautiful, baby,” IV murmured. “You’re so soft inside… all stretched out for me, hmm?” II clenched immediately, but IV just kept teasing him. “You’re just gonna be loose and ready to be used all day, aren’t you? Could just bend you over anywhere… keep you full of cum so we won’t even have to use lube, fuck right into your wet little pussy…”
A chocked sob escaped II’s chest, and he trailed into a cute moan. IV grabbed II’s hips tightly, squeezing, rocking his hips up and timing it to rock Ii in his lap instead of thrusting properly. II’s eyes welled with tears, and he covered his mouth with one hand, muffling a broken noise. IV groaned, thrusting up into II properly now, yanking the man down against his chest so he could feel the slick drag of his cock in II’s ruined little hole.
The sensation broke II immediately. “IV… IV, I need…”
“Hmm?” IV asked over the sound of his cock breaking II open even further. “What do you need, baby boy?”
II whined, biting his own hand, nestled up against IV’s collar. “N-need… need you to touch...my cock… I.. f-fuck, I came twice yesterday but untouched and I… an’ I need…”
“You gonna ask nicely?” IV taunted, dragging his nails down II’s spine. It earned a tiny wail, and II tried to fuck himself on IV’s cock again, leaning up and shit II was so beautiful like this, IV wasn’t gonna last.
But thankfully, II was too needy to be stubborn.
“IV, please touch me, I can’t, I need— unnh, please touch my cock, please, I need you, please, I wanna cum…”
IV didn’t get to hear II beg often. And certainly not like this, all fucked out and gorgeous. He gave II what he needed, jerking his little cock fast and tight. He wasn’t surprised with how II cried out, hips bucking into his fist. II was so hard in his hand, aching for it.
It was the sound from IV that made II cum. The guttural, deep groan, the way IV's voice broke and pitched up into a gorgeous little noise, so overwhelmed and cute. It was the way IV so clearly loved how good II was making him feel, lost in his lingering sleepiness and II's body.
When II came, he made it all the way up to IV's nipple. IV gasped at the streaks of white heat falling across his chest. II didn’t usually get much distance at all.
IV was a little embarrassed at the snarl he let out. He yanked II down into his thrusts, bouncing him in his lap. II was so sensitive, and he kept falling down into IV’s thrust so hard. He covered his mouth a little, not even having enough coordination to do that properly. But II tried to ride IV harder, making him gasp, stilling his hips to let II do all the work fucking himself on IV’s coc— just as hard as IV needed. II did just for IV, ignoring his own soreness and soft cock bouncing helplessly on IV’s stomach.
“Please, please, please, please, please—!”
That was what made IV cum. Not only was II just using himself like a fucking fleshlight to get IV off, but the begging. Gods, IV hardly ever got to hear II beg like this, genuine and uninhibited and so bloody cute. The pleas were punched out each time II slammed his hips down. IV cried out, cumming quick and hard. He gasped and moaned, cursing under his breath.
“Yes, yes… yes, unhh, II… so good…”
II leaned down, still keeping IV inside him, and licking his own cum off IV’s nipple. IV bucked, shouting, only serving to make them both whimper as he fucked his softening cock into II’s oversensitive, very sore ass.
IV laughed breathlessly. “Y… you’d better stop before I get hard again...”
II merely chuckled. He was sucking hickeys into IV’s chest as he cleaned him up, leaving a trail of red bruises to mark where the streaks of his release had been. IV moaned deep in his chest as II branded him.
He went back to IV’s nipple, lapping over it like it was the best treat ever. “Want me to suck you off again in the shower?”
IV merely groaned, loud and long. II laughed, finally relenting and gently climbing off his lover. IV sat up with II’s help pulling him, and ended up with his face cupped in II’s strong hand, being kissed like he was a precious thing.
Which he was.
II pulled away, looking into IV’s eyes and smiling. It was… lighter. Relaxed, unweighted, free.
IV smiled back, stammering like a fool in the face of II's beauty. “G… good morning.”
“Good morning, love.”
Another kiss, this was warm but brief. II winced the moment he stood up. IV watched his legs wobble and sighed.
“Vess is gonna be pissed you fucked me when you were already sore.”
II pouted. “Vess is gonna be pissed when I so much as walk, today. He'll get over it.”
IV snickered. II smiled. “Besides,” he continued, “I don't hear you complaining.”
“About waking up to our little one using me like that? So pretty and tight even after taking two of us, yesterday?” IV asked incredulously. “No. Definitely not complaining.”
II blushed and grinned at the ground. IV’s cackles echoed down the hall, where Vessel and III were bringing them both breakfast.