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I blinked up at him from my place on the floor. I stood quickly, tugging my tunic down and then walked over to him. "Yes?" I asked in a quiet voice. He never said a word, just pointed down at the place next to him indicating I should sit but it was currently occupied by III's midsection, his long, lanky legs eating up the rest of the couch. III turned over on to his back and made a "come here " gesture with his hands and then patted his thighs.
I didn't know what any of them looked like unmasked. I didn't know if I considered III attractive or not, and I realized how selfish we were to judge someone on their appearance. They could all see me quite plainly and it obviously hadn't mattered to them. The stigma to be a "good looking" band was thrown out of the water when you took in their talents and the music they made without throwing their faces into it. For all I knew even Vessel could be considered ugly by modern standards. But it didn't matter here did it? There was freedom for them in anonymity.
III looked adorable though, to me. His antics on stage were so entertaining, with Vessel right along with him spasming and cockroach dancing the whole time. I smiled at them both and tried to peer through Vessel's mask "Is this alright with you III?" I asked politely. Vessel bore through my thoughts with a frozen gaze that I couldn't see. He nodded once as though I had asked him permission. I flicked back to III's solemn blue eyes and took a deep breath. I straddled III's legs just below his hips so as to remain decent. Vessel huffed at me in disaproval and motioned me further up.
III's hands gestured around my body as if he didn't know where to touch me first to help, his hands moving to touch my arm then pulling back unsure. I placed my hands on his chest, surprised at how thin he was. I used that leverage to adjust my position and scoot up so I was sitting in the cradle of his hips, my thick thighs holding me steady as I took in stock, afraid to sit down fully. My leg was against Vessel's stomach, his belt buckle biting into my skin was a cold contrast to the heat of his body.
A hand, Vessel's I presumed, rubbed encouragingly up and down my back. I hadn't realized I was trembling slightly in nervousness. I settled my full weight into III's groin, thankful that I couldn't feel anything. He wasn't aroused at all. Relief made sigh out a breath. "Am I too heavy?" I asked, prepared to move if so. I felt like I was crushing the poor guy.
His head shook back and forth vehemently. 'Oh no, not at all.' I could imagine him saying. The arm Vessel was using to rub my back came around to turn my chin and I shuddered at the strength in his fingertips. My eyes focused on what his partial mask revealed, shapely lips though they were thin, and a strong chin, all painted black. "You are perfect." He said to me, his voice low but clear. I loved his accent how his rs were softened, his consonants crisp. The pink inside his mouth and tongue was mesmerizing and I waited for him to say more but he didn't.
Then I realized what He'd just said and I looked down at my hands on III's chest, fighting not to blush at the approval I heard in his compliment. I was far from perfect, but adoration bloomed in my chest nonetheless. III nodded in agreement, his fingers tracing over the air above my face like he was afraid to touch me. Then he pointed at his mouth again, leaning up towards me asking with his actions 'Kisses, please?"
A laugh escaped me. "Oh, now you can stop with the begging. I'll kiss you." I said. His eyes implored me, and he made another motion to his mouth, his hands reaching for me again. Vessel reached between us to capture III's hands between his own. I admit though this was fun and cute, it had the potential to turn into a power play where I became a bystander instead of a participant which would have been so awkward for me.
Once III stilled and looked at Vessel for permission, I touched the mask covering III's face. I could feel the heat of his skin through it. My thumbs closed his eyes and I found myself leaning down, but not to kiss his lips. I nuzzled under his chin instead, tilting his head back and slipped my fingers underneath his mask to expose the sharp line of his neck and Adam's apple. III squirmed beneath me in what felt like panic, fighting to get his hands free from Vessel's grip.
"I'm not going to show your face, calm down." I ordered in a murmur against his throat. His fidgeting stopped, and I felt him take in a shuddering breath when my lips pressed against the pulse in his throat. I could taste the sweat on his skin, could feel the knuckles from Vessel's hands pushing into the softness just below my ribcage where they had a grip on III's to hold him in place when he arched against me.
I felt tethered to them both somehow, as though Vessel was using me as a tipping point for III to satisfy a need for comfort he wouldn't give. Was it punishment or reward?
I placed another soft open mouthed kiss on III's throat and raised up enough to tug his mask back down. I traced the shape of his mouth through the fabric, feeling the pant of his breath through it. I aligned my mouth just over his so that his bottom lip was tucked between my own. I bit down as gently as I could.
I heard a moan from Vessel in a pitch that sent chills down my spine. It was low, and full of want. I felt it then, the slow swelling between my legs as III became aroused. It took every bit of self control I had not to writhe against it.
My tongue traced the shape of III's top lip, grazing his teeth in the barest of motions, designed to tease and tickle.
I raised back up, horribly aware of the pressure against my pussy when I was seated once again. I didn't know if it hurt with all of my weight on his hips and even if he could adjust himself Vessel made no move to release his hands.
I felt III shudder beneath me, my world waving on it's axis as he thrust luxuriously against me. My breath caught in my throat and I felt paused in time looking down at III's masked visage, his jaw slack and face tipped back in offering, just waiting for me to tear him apart.
It wasn't in my nature, but I felt the need just the same.
As if in a trance that felt covered in something otherworldly, I turned my head to face Vessel. I tilted my head in silent question, unsure of what I was asking, my gaze pinned to his mouth in curious fascination.
I never had a chance to speak before those long fingers curled around my head and pulled me in.
His kiss curled lust inside the pit of my stomach. That mouth that had the power to create emotion in sylables was possessive. Teeth nipping and tongue tasting without asking. His lips were soft but the press of them was bruising. His fingers dug into my skull leaving me no recourse but to kiss him back just as frantic.
He tasted sweet, and faintly of metal. His teeth scraped against my own, razed my bottom lip, his mouth sucked on my tongue in a lascivious, suggestive way. His tongue swirled and flicked, thrusted and mated with my own.
I felt tears burning behind my eyelids before they streamed down my face. Surrender broke my emotional gates wide open.
I couldn't breathe fast enough and he stole every exhale from my mouth, pulled my soul from my chest, split my thoughts into kaleidoscope, taking the marrow from my bones like he was swallowing me whole. Devouring. Ravenous. Starving.
Inhuman.
I broke out in a cold sweat, feeling weak in the knees. I whimpered in fear, and he growled in satisfaction when I drug my hand up his chest. I was being consumed in a way I'd never felt before. Letting him in as though I had no doors for him to come through. I was just an instrument for him to take and take and take...and I was dying.
Vessel's hand moved to push my face away, I saw through his fingers that the paint on his mouth was gone. I knew it was smeared around mine like I had taken something from him and wasn't supposed to. He swallowed audibly before he whispered the words "Thank you."
I had a moment to regain composure.
III pushed his hips against me, reminding me that he had become a voyeur but was still there. And he still wanted me, too. He fluttered his eyelashes at me like he was unfased by the vicious make-out session that had just happened for his viewing pleasure.
"What do you want III?" I asked, not knowing how I was supposed to feel about any of this. I smiled down at him. He was just too adorable, and needy.
His index finger brushed against the paint drying on my lips. Then he pointed at his face, tapping his finger against his mouth in a rapid tattoo. 'Kisses, please?'