She/her. Old enough to know better, young enough to not give a fuck. Multi-fandom erotica and original fiction. 18+ users only. Minors are not welcome and blank blogs get blocked. Other than that, happy reading! I DO NOT give permission for my work to be translated and/or posted anywhere else.
The sexually charged flirting mid-performance, the playful groping and pawing, the energy that seems to flow so naturally between them… just two band members in their element and keeping a crowd packed full of thirsty women entertained, right?
Not exactly.
The chemistry that flows between Ves and III, as you learned shortly after beginning your stint working as a makeup artist for the band, extends beyond the spectre of the spotlight. You naturally assumed them to be gay right at the start, until certain observances were made… III winking at you whenever you found yourself chatting to him, always finding a way to touch you in order to emphasise a point, his flirting becoming quite playful.
"Together is a strong word," he finally admitted, after the subject of him and Ves naturally occurred in conversation. "Think we're still seeing how it goes, y'know? We're both bi, obviously, but neither of us has ever openly dated a fella before, innit? Ain't that we're ashamed or nothing either, but it makes it a bit difficult, him being much more publicity shy than I am."
Ah, yes. The delicate logistics of their dynamic. III lives in a space where his identity is an open secret, recognised by fans but left unspoken. Ves, on the other hand, vanishes entirely the moment the spotlight fades. Bearing this in mind, the struggles the two might face are entirely understandable.
Their dalliance is somewhat common knowledge, but never broached by anyone close to them in as many words, the pair maintaining a distance around one another in the company of others. As the tour stretches on, though, you've found them becoming more open to the idea of relaxing that well-maintained distance around you, though.
"Oh, sorry!" you speak one afternoon, doing an about turn in the doorway of the dressing room after walking in on III sitting astride Ves, the two sharing a kiss. "I'll set up later, give you some alone time."
Ves shakes his head, beckoning you with his hand. "Darling, you're fine. Come in, we can calm this down a little."
III snorts against his neck, pressing a kiss there. "Speak for yourself. You've just been rubbing my cock through my jeans for the last five minutes. Ain't a lot of calming down I can do after that, unless you're planning on actually getting past the jeans, eh?"
"Don't mind me," you mutter, hunting around in your kit for a specific brush, your heart stilling when it hits you, your propensity for speaking thoughts you intended to leave solely within your head. Immediately, you feel the tell-tale tingle at your cheeks, inspecting the contents of your kit closer, able to feel their eyes upon you.
"Oh, voyeuristic, hm?" Ves speaks softly, a slight chuckle rippling his words. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't like the idea of that."
You just felt your heart leap into your throat.
"I did have a certain scenario in mind, though, should you be a willing participant?"
It's a calculated risk, effectively sexually propositioning someone in the workplace, especially in this current - and much needed - climate of vigilance against harassment. He's noticed you, though. Noticed the appreciative glances that have come from you towards him and his lover, never overtly, but this man, he always picks up on the details with a sharp eye.
You have been presented with a choice; stand there blushing furiously into the box crammed full of makeup paraphernalia, or straighten your damned spine, cease letting coyness override and march on over there discover the scenario he's ruminating upon.
Inhaling a fortifying breath, you turn and walk to them, your smile flirtatious. "This scenario…" you trail off, III shifting back a little on Ves's lap, his arm sliding to wrap around your thigh. Just the heat of his hand upon your skin sends pinpricks of pleasure rushing upwards.
"I sit here and watch," Ves nods, "while you play with him." He then raises an eyebrow. "Fair?"
Oh, the heat that begins to crackle deep in your belly, III's hand stroking the inside of your thigh where it hooks around from back to front, those huge, blue eyes stealing your gaze. Truly, you have never seen prettier eyes on a man, his eyelashes ridiculously long, like those of a baby cow.
Except the way he is looking at you holds none of the same innocence. "And of course, that'd extend to you being played with a little, too."
With his free hand, he pulls you to him, his height meaning you barely have to dip your head to capture his lips, the kiss softer than you expected. The chemistry in the air suddenly ignites as his hand moves up your leg without hesitation, fingertips brushing over your sex through your undies. You moan against his tongue, the rotation of his fingers effortlessly seeking your clit through the thin fabric divide making you spark, your own hand sliding down his chest and not hesitating in unfastening his jeans.
You can feel Ves's eyes upon you as you reach to pull his cock free, your heart fluttering to feel he's very well equipped, your hand starting at the base to pull up in a slow glide over that velvet encased steel. III's hips jolt forward, a grunt echoing his throat, taking your undies and giving them a tug.
"Take 'em off." The instruction, delivered almost gutturally by his already baritone-heavy voice, makes your tummy roll over pleasantly, pulling from the kiss to slide your pants down, leaving them at the side of your feet while III's hand pushes your thighs apart, fingers diving between your folds.
As soon as he feels how wet you are? "Fuck," he groans, turning to Ves. "You have to feel this. She's fucking soaked. It's lovely."
Without hesitation, a second hand reaches to join III's, the former slipping two fingers into the sopping clasp of your heat, Ves's exploring over your folds as your mouth returns to that of the hungry bassist, who kisses you with deep, fiery need.
You grip his cock a little tighter, feeling it bob against your palm as your hand massages his shaft, fingers wetted from the pearls of precum that trickle down. Feeling Ves's fingers move to rotate with the gentlest of pressure over your clit, III bends his fingers within the dewy clutch of you, his knuckles applying sumptuous pressure to your front wall. Right against the spot that has you seeing stars, and god, doesn't he know it as he chuckles against your lips.
"D'ya like that, love?"
"Fuck, oh!" Those words leave your lips on a sharp breath, III moving his kisses to your neck, teasing a soft bite that sends a bloom of pleasure over your nerves, Ves's mouth claiming yours as his other hand joins yours on III's cock.
You work him in tandem, a spit trail from Ves's mouth wetting him, their touch searing heat as they stroke you, the two men kissing one another in a needy blaze. The moans that pour from them both fuel your desire like a match being thrown into a tub of kerosene, III grabbing a nearby chair and moving it behind himself, shuffling off Ves's lap and pushing his jeans down further.
He removes his hand from you, grabbing your dress. "Off. I want you naked while you ride me."
Ohh? Ohhh… You can definitely oblige, your dress and bra removed, Ves hauling you to him greedily first with a needy kiss, his long fingers still stroking your clit rhythmically, mouth dipping then to suck your nipples in turn.
"Go get on him, love," he hums, pressing an open mouthed kiss against your chest. "I love watching when he has a beautiful woman fucking him."
You move astride III, still facing Ves, his eyes inking rapidly as he watches III take his cock in a firm grasp, positioning it at your opening as you slowly bring yourself down.Oh, god, how he fills you up entirely, his groan all grit as your soaking little cunt bathes his cock in that heavenly dew.
Beginning to bounce steadily, his hands grasp your hips, mouth planting kisses over your bare back as he groans, whispering cusses, his hands then shifting to splay your legs apart wider. Ves heeds the signal given, leaning forward, his tongue connecting with your clit and flicking, softly to begin with, the pleasure of it streaking up your spine like forked lightning.
It's reckless, it's all-out insanity, how quickly you caved to the desire of two men focusing in on your as their pleasure centre, your hands gripping in Ves's hair as he continues to beat his tongue quickly against your clit, III's mouth at your neck, his hands gripping beneath your thighs to steer you on his cock in the way he needs.
What he needs? Urgency. Hard, sharp upwards snaps of his hips fill and empty you possessively, and you wail at the deep punch of his cock sending sparks skittering through you. Your slick muscles begin to clench, the furnace of your release growing ever hotter, the embers gathering at the edges of your nerves and glowing… almost there…
"Fuck, yes! Ahhh!" you cry out, your legs locking, III fucking his cock into you boundlessly as Ves's lips latch around your clit, sucking with a throaty groan, sending you mindless.
"That's it, beautiful," he hums, "come for us."
You're close you can taste the colours of nirvana, biting your lip, throwing your head back as you begin to throb for them. That is, before oncoming voices suddenly growing louder have the three of you springing apart reluctantly, breathless and yearning, your clothes pulled back on rapidly, underwear snatched off the floor and speedily pocketed by Ves as II and IV enter the dressing room.
The timing!!
It's business as usual for the rest of the evening, yet the little glances the three of you exchange, unassuming as they may be, leave you feeling as if you have a forest fire burning unchecked beneath your skin. They had you so close to toppling for them that the persistent ache for release gnaws at you for the remainder of the night. So much so that you consider sneaking away to a quiet corner in order to get off.
Isn't delayed gratification the best kind, though?
A break in the tour means a night in a real hotel. Clean and refreshed, the band and crew alike cannot wait to trade their cramped bunks for proper beds. For the three of you, however, the night holds a far different appeal; a sultry promise echoing through your veins with the intensity of a battle drum as you imagine entwining as three once more.
A hurried performance was not enough for you. With them, you expect nothing less than a sexual symphony that lasts and lasts into the night. Luckily for you, this is exactly what you are about to receive, too…
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Case in point, this was an actual, genuine and completely sober tag I wrote on one of the pics - '#this look has me feeling like a feral dog that needs to be put down' - so yeah, having a normal one 😂
Bruh... do I need to send firemen to put out the blaze currently happening in your pants? Or do I have to get in my car and drive up there to take you out for some wines so you calm the hell down a bit?? xD
Nooo!!! Not to discredit anyone's kinks but am I really the only one who doesn't find dvp hot at all? Dp in a and v is what it's all about. Honestly the first option doesn't sound like a great time at all...
It does sound painful to be honest... especially since we know from certain evidence and comments that both of them are, well, true to the tall, skinny guy aesthetic (HUNG) so I might include a bit of both, then there's something for everyone!
Catching up with premiere interviews and oh LORD - 'injecting some new blood into an established structure...which is why couples role-play, right? I would assume, I don't know'
