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Something my soul needs
Is you, lying next to me
And it's you, lying next to me
- keaton henson (flesh & bone)
Vessel has been dreamy all day. That’s the only way IV could describe him. Walking around nearly in a daze, making IV curious as to what’s gotten into him. Finally, Vessel joins him in the kitchen when he is getting his afternoon tea and drops the casual statement:
“I wish you could breed me,”
IV nearly chokes this time, hot tea burning in his nose as it flies out and hits the counter for the second time. Twice now he’s been asked random sexual favours while drinking hot beverages that nearly regurgitate out of his body. Twice isn’t a lot, admittingly, but still .
And once again, like III before, Vessel is sitting innocently on the ground, chin resting in his hand, dark hair pushed behind his ears. He is kneeling, having been fishing for a dish soap under the counter beforehand, watching IV make his tea intently. IV loves his tea.
“I am begging you both to stop saying stuff like this to me when I am drinking hot products,” IV sputters out and rubs his nose. Fuck, he’ll never be able to smell again after this.
But also, fuck Vessel for knowing IV’s kinks. Too fucking well.
It isn’t exactly something he would have normally mentioned, not even bringing it up a lot around II and III in scenes or intimacy, but he and Vessel often bounce their (too often) shared kinks around each other in private.
IV swallows hard and looks down at his pretty princess, immediately getting a darkened look in his blue eyes as his brain already goes spiralling into the possibilities and fuck, he is already starting to fill out just from the mere goddamn mention of it.
IV walks over carefully, leaning down, and taking Vessel’s chiselled jawline in his worn hands, running a calloused thumb over the singer's lips, making him whimper nearly immediately and his hips stir under his hand. He tilts Vessel’s chin, so they’re locked in eye contact.
“Say that to me again, princess. So I know exactly what it is that I heard,” IV says softly, his demeanour changing to the one Vessel wants immediately. When Vessel blushes, his grandiose confidence suddenly wracked. IV clicks his tongue firmly. “Come on, pretty boy. Don’t get shy now. Repeat what you said, I want to hear it,”
Vessel nods and swallows. “I– I wish you could breed me,”
IV smiles and leans forward, nosing him, still holding his hand on his jaw, thumb on his lips, keeping Vessel in place beneath him. “I knew that’s what I heard. Fuck, princess, you know what this does to me?”
Vessel blushes heavily, as he shifts closer to IV until the guitarist's body is holding him up. “Y-yeah, I know,”
“Yeah, of course you do. That’s why you said it, fuck . You know I am fucking desperate to see you bred. By me, only by me. Have you be so fucking knocked up, everyone who fucking looks at you would know you belong to me. You’d look so pretty, round and soft, just for me. Christ, princess. You know how badly I want that?”
Vessel whimpers. “I wanna be filled up by you so badly, please ,”
Yeah, IV is normally pretty composed.
Normally. But, Vessel… Christ, that gorgeous, beautiful creature, turns IV to putty in his long fingers, with just a few words. He knows it too, handsome bastard. With a far too-sweet grin, Vessel leans forward and stares at IV. “Breed me. Please,”
IV nearly drags Vessel up, almost running down to his bedroom. II has to jump out of the way to avoid a full head-on collision as he goes for a tea refill, snapping at them to be careful, but IV couldn’t care less (he’ll deal with II’s wrath later). When they get to the room, he slams the door shut. Vessel is just for him right now.
IV is quick to shed Vessel’s hoodie and sweatpants, leaving that glorious body for him . IV’s eyes darkened and he grabbed Vessel by the neck, pushing him down, not enough to make him choke uncomfortably, but enough to serve as a reminder.
“You’re fucking mine,” IV snarls before kissing him heatedly, making Vessel whimper under him, back already arched.
“Yours,” Vessel reminds him through wanton gasps. IV is crawling over him, eyes full, teeth practically barred. His breath comes fast, and he’s already tenting in his sweatpants.
Vessel flushes and moans. The sight of his sweet love so instantly aroused at their shared kink makes heat build in his gr.
“Say it again .” IV growls, bracing himself over Vessel on all fours, before sucking over his pulse point, making Vessel gasp and his brows scrunch together.
“I want you to give me a baby, IV, please ,”
Fuck, that voice is sinful.
“Tell me how you want me to do it,” IV goads on, his head swimming with lust already, as he pushes his sweatpants down, Vessel shivers again, suddenly feeling cold and very seen under IV’s intense gaze.
IV softens and kisses him, slowly, taking his leaking cock in his hands, pumping it slowly. “Hey, hey, don’t hide away from me, princess. You okay? Want to stop?” IV checks, and Vessel shakes his head desperately, for a second, unsure of what he needs at this moment. But, IV always knows.
“Do you need to be reminded how much I love you? How fucking gorgeous you are? And why, with only a few words, you managed to get me like this?”
Vessel whimpers under him, his hand rough and tight around him, and his hips buck into IV’s awaiting palm. But, the guitarist doesn’t move any further yet, and clicks his tongue. “I need you to speak, baby. I won’t continue unless you verbally tell me what you want,”
Vessel grabs IV’s hair and pulls him closer until their lips crash together. “Fuck, please, breed me- I want it so badly- I can’t even think straight, IV, please! Fill me up, I need it, need you-”
IV lets loose a guttural moan and presses down onto Vessel. His eyes fleet as he feels down around Vessel’s ass and as he looks down, he grins when he sees a shiny, jewelled ruby plug nestled against his pale skin.
“Fuck, princess. How long have you had that in?” IV murmurs, kissing over Vessel’s thigh as he grabs lube to begin removing the plug.
Vessel’s face twists and he whines again, head thrown back into IV’s pillow. “Ah- fuck - this morning. II put it in,”
“And did you tell him you wanted to get knocked up?”
Vessel’s face turns a matching shade of ruby when IV says that, and he shakes his head.
“Only told me, then?” IV says with approval as he finally gets the plug out, murmuring praises as Vessel gasps and squirms at now feeling empty, but he’s so open and ready for IV. Fucking desperate .
The heat of his cock is warm against Vessel's bare thigh, even through IV's joggers. IV's weight has him rocking his hips up, seeking friction, whining and even more. IV kisses his neck, quick, feathery things, barely on him for a moment and then goes to the next piece of skin. Vessel bends his head back, wanting more, and gets it.
He kisses down his throat first, over his collarbone, down his chest and belly. His kisses are feathery light, making Vessel gasp at the ticklish sensation.
Vessel whines and looks down, grabs at IV's clothing, tugs, and whines again. “Take them off… don’t make me wait,” Vessel complains and IV clicks his tongue again, before kissing him, and IV shifts just enough to tear it off, and soon, bare skin meets his.
IV angles in for a kiss and Vessel pulls him close, arms wrapping around IV's neck and IV's tongue licks into his mouth and slides along his own. IV's hands have moved, kneading at Vessel's ass. But, the singer takes time to appreciate IV’s body too. Fuck, he’s so soft. Stocky, thick thighs, and soft stomach, everything Vessel could dream of if he imagined someone perfect. It’s extraordinary he’s with II, III, and IV.
Vessel kicks his legs up, bends at the knee, and brackets IV's body with his thighs. He pulls back with a moan, as IV thrusts at the open cradle of his hips, slicked up his cock and looks at Vessel like he’s going to devour him.
“IVy, please- I want it,” Vessel sobs this time, eyes wet with frustration.
He is fully hard now, and his heart beats between his legs, pressed tight to IV's cock. IV grabs the base of Vessel’s cock, more so to make him stop whining than anything else. IV is panting and flushed, too. He tilts his head back as he drags his tongue along his lips. “You want my baby, princess?”
Vessel swallows his cry. “Yes.”
“You want me to breed you?”
“Yes!”
IV lifts Vessel's hips and forces his knees to his chest in the mating press nearly immediately. Normally IV and Vessel would have more for foreplay but also, neither are particularly known for their patience. “Then I'll fill you so full, you'll fucking taste me,”
Vessel's breath stutters and he nods, his head swimming with arousal and lust he can’t think straight. “Fuck- please !”
IV bends between his thighs and licks a long, slick trail over his hole before inserting a slick finger inside him. IV fingers him in earnest, and the finger becomes two, then three, and Vessel is moaning with every brush over his prostate. It’s not enough. Fuck, not just his fingers. Vessel whines again, and IV braces himself up over Vessel, one hand on the back of each of Vessel's thighs, tilting him further, somehow managing to shove his knees to the bed on either side of Vessel's head, making Vessel hiss. Fuck, he’s not as young and bendy as he used to be, but he doesn’t care.
“Keep yourself in this position, princess,” IV orders roughly, squeezing the undersides of Vessel's thighs before spanking his bare thigh. “It would make sure you got knocked up,”
Vessel is panting and nods eagerly, and finally, the head of his cock lines up with Vessel's hole, and the singer nearly sobs . He's aching, can feel himself twitching, wants IV inside him now and he’s making him wait! IV glances for a moment before he slides in with one push, bottoming out instantly thanks to the plug and his clever fingers, flush against Vessel's ass.
Finally.
Vessel throws his head back, sobs out with a broken voice, and convulses around IV- who groans.
“Fucking beautiful thing. Sweetheart, my princess- fucking Christ - you were made to be fucking bred by me,” IV cants, his thrusts already harsh and desperate on their own accord, and both are aware neither will last long.
IV fucks into him, never loosening his grip on his knees, keeping him folded and spread for IV only. Vessel drags in the air, only to have it knocked out again when IV speeds up, turning the air blue with curses.
Vessel is nothing more than a whimpering mess and he slurs praises into IV’s air “Come on, daddy ,”
Fucking hell.
IV snarls, nails digging into Vessel's skin. He is fucking primal. Vessel is shattering . He and IV have both talked about this specific kink of there’s, but it’s not something either indulges in often, maybe that’s why both were so eager for it today.
“Fill me up,” He begs, voice hoarse and reedy. “Please, IV, breed me- daddy-” IV pushes deep and Vessel clenches everywhere around him. He's so close. He wants everything. “ Knock me up, give me a baby, make me- fuck-!”
Vessel digs his nails into IV's back, drawing blood, and then Vessel spills between them, untouched . His spend goes between their bellies, smearing over the sweaty skin, but neither could care less .
“Fucking beautiful, princess. Fuck- gorgeous,” IV praises as Vessel shudders through the waves of his orgasm, and he lays on the bed with a blissed-out look in his gorgeous dark eyes. IV is shuddering too, slamming into him, breath staggering before he falters and stills, pushing as deeply as he can, making Vessel go harder inside the bed. “Fuck!” IV choked out, still keeping himself in place, making sure none of his cum leaks out.
The aftershocks from IV make Vessel cries out again, clutching to IV, twitching, more fluid, thinner now, dribbling from the tip of his cock between them.
All at once, IV slumps on him, chest heaving and his heart a jackhammer behind his ribs. Vessel's legs get released and they fall open to the bed as IV pulls finally out of him. It's soaking wet between his legs, and he can feel lube and cum spilling out. With dark eyes, IV takes his fingers, pressing them to Vessel’s hole, before grabbing the red plug again.
He takes his time putting it in, making Vessel whine and hiss on the bed at the overstimulation.
“Not wasting any of that, princess. You’re going to be full of me all day,” IV growls possessively, before hitting Vessel’s pale thigh, making him jump.
“Thanks, daddy,” Vessel finally chokes out with a mischievous grin.
This time, IV blushes. “Oh… don’t call me that,”
“Really?”
“Yeah…”
“It doesn’t do anything to you?” Vessel taunts.
IV’s blush gives him away before he leans forward and presses his hand on the slight swell of Vessel’s taut stomach, making the singer jolt. Then, IV kisses the same area tenderly.