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VESSEL SKETCH IS FINALLY FINISHED

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won't you fall for me?

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Yay reqs are back open! Could you do a Vessel x Reader (preferably fem but can be gn) where reader really wants to deepthroat Vessel but she/they are struggling a little so he helps them train the gag reflex away?

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PAIRING - Sleep Token Vessel X Fem! Reader

WARNING - NSFW! Gagging, Drool, Slight Spit Kink, Deepthroating, Oral Sex, Male Receiving, Slight Face Fucking, Whiny Vessel,

AUTHOR'S NOTE - Hey guys! I finally got around to doing this request and am slowly getting back into writing. I hope everything enjoys!

SUMMARY - After many nights of trying, you finally worked your way up to taking Vessel's cock all the way down your throat.

WORD COUNT - 1,799

Master List - Ao3

Your throat clicked wetly as tears gently fell from your eyes. Your hands were placed on his thighs as Vessel slowly tried to push his cock deeper into your throat. 

“That’s it sweet girl, breathe..” He moaned as he made eye contact with you. Those pretty tears drew his attention as did the soft panicked look on your face. 

Vessel knew what that look meant, knew it meant you were about to gag in the worst way possible. Your breathing had stuttered and your mouth had begun to water, forcing more drool to bubble out around the singer’s cock. 

As quick and gentle as he could be, Vessel removed his spit-wet cock from your throat. It twitched painfully from being removed from the wet heat of your mouth, though it didn’t seem to bother him as he cupped your face. 

“I’m- I’m sorry, I wanna try again, please!” You begged softly all while Vessel just wiped your tears away. 

“I know love, I know. We’ll get there, but slowly.” He tried to console you as best as possible. After all, you two have been at this little game for weeks at this point. 

It had all started when the two of you first started dating. You were pleasantly shocked after finding out Vessel’s size. He was thick enough to make your jaw ache and long enough that if you were not careful he could bruise your cervix.

The first time you tried to deepthroat Vessel didn't end well. You barely had half of his cock in your mouth before you started gagging and were forced to pull away. He did his best to tell you it was okay, but you saw the slight disappointment in his eyes.

Ever since then, you had made it your nightly mission to try and take him. Once Vessel understood what your goal was, it unlocked something in him. Now, he wanted nothing more but to train you to take him, force himself down your throat and use you.

So, when he cooed at you while moving his hands to grab both sides of your face, you were not shocked by his words.

"I love watching you struggle to take my fucking cock. Those pretty eyes tearing up as I push deeper into your throat.. Fuckk~ just take it, darling. Take. It."

Your eyes flutter shut as the tip of Vessel's cock is pushed back into your mouth. It was a struggle to focus on your breathing when he was spitting filth at you. There was no way you would be able to sit still, to keep your hands on Vessel's thighs. His words fucked deep into your mind, they rolled over your body as your cunt pulsed with arousal.

"Breathe." The singer's reminder waved over you as you opened your eyes. His masked eyes stared down at you, more specifically the way your lips stretched around his cock. "Tap my thigh if you need off, I'm going deeper..."

You hummed softly to both tease Vessel and to acknowledge what he said. Proudly, you had teased him making his hips twitch in restraint and he gasped sharply. Vessel's fingers twitched on your head as his eyes rolled back behind the mask. 

"Nasty girl." He chuckled as he pushed as deep as he was before. This time you relaxed, opening your throat for his cock, and breathed through your nose. There was still a bit of struggle on your end, but the deep moan that ripped from Vessel's throat was worth it all in the end.

Your grip tightened on Vessel as you took him half way down your throat. The feeling of your mouth watering with the urge to gag did not come back this time.. If anything, a sense of peace flooded your mind as you were only focused on taking the rest of his cock. 

It pleased the singer as he watched your eyes fall shut and felt your throat give way to his cock. Vessel wasn't sure if he should push deeper or if he should pull out to let you breathe, but it didn't seem like he needed to decide. "Baby- You- shit!"

You had taken it upon yourself to slowly sink down further on his cock, taking him almost all the way to the base. Your nose just barely touched his dark curly pubes.

This was the deepest you had ever taken him and the deepest his cock had ever reached inside someone’s throat. Vessel’s composure was breaking as he leaned forward and gripped your shoulder for balance. 

“Oh, fuck, baby.. fuck…” His moans were like a melody to your ears as you took another deep breath and pushed on all the way to the base. “Oh my god, oh my god.. your fucking mouth..!”

Now this was a struggle and your eyes watered heavily as the discomfort in your throat grew; drool now dripping down your neck and chest. Instinctively, you swallowed to stop the drool, but god, did it fuck Vessel over. 

The singer gasped sharply and bucked his hips, trying to grind his throbbing cock as deep as he could into the tight heat of your throat. 

“Do-don’t- do that again I will fucking come!” Vessel growled but quickly focused on the tapping against his thigh. 

His eyes widened as he gently pulled out from where he was buried. You gasped loudly, taking in deep breaths of the sweet air you had been deprived of. The world felt fuzzy as the string of spit connecting your lips to his cock finally broke. 

“I did it..” You wheeze proudly, voice rough and clearly fucked out.

Vessel panted softly and rubbed his thumb over your swollen bottom lip, wiping away the remaining spit. His chest heaved up and down in time with yours, cock an achy red as it throbbed for more. 

“You did great, beautiful, fucking hell, let me get you some water.” He praises gently and reaches to grab the water nearby. 

You smiled softly, face red and your eyes locked onto his cock even as he tipped your head back to drink. Vessel made you sip on the water, the coldness coating your throat causing you to moan softly.

Once you were finished with the drink, you carefully pushed it away to focus back on Vessel. He stroked your cheek gently, holding your face and staring down at you. 

Due to the mask you weren’t able to see his expression, but you knew it was full of love. “Can I continue..? I wanna make you come.” You spoke gently while pulling at his thighs. 

Vessel grunted and hesitated, worried he would hurt you. “Think you can take it? Me fucking your throat and filling it with my seed?”

Heat washed over your body and your clit throbbed in want. You barely even waited for permission before dipping your head to take his tip in your mouth.

Vessel hissed softly as he tossed his head back. The shock of how suddenly you took him in your mouth caused a thick bead of precum to drip on your tongue. 

“Fuck- baby, take it easy..” He mewled while running his hand through your hair, holding you there gently. 

But you didn’t care; didn’t care how much your jaw ached or how numb your knees felt. All you wanted was Vessel’s melodic moans as he came down your throat. 

You push yourself further, to the point you can comfortably hold him in your mouth. Slowly, you gathered as much spit in your mouth as you could before bobbing your head. 

Vessel groaned, twitching as he watched his cock sink in and out of your mouth. “That’s it baby girl, take that fucking cock.. I trained you so well, didn’t I~”

You moan at his praise, pulling back so you were on his tip. There, you hollow your cheeks, closing your eyes and tonguing at his foreskin. 

The singer jerks, cursing loudly as you play with the sensitive head. His grip tightens on your hair as he pulls you closer. Vessel’s eyes flutter shut and he moans. 

“Shit- please, goddamnit!” Vessel squirms as you take him in, your teeth gently scratching his cock as you purposely let the tip brush against your hard palate.  “Think you can take it deeper? Deepthroat this fat cock?”

You hum softly, relaxed as you take a deep breath to take Vessel into your throat like before. Your eyes prickle with tears again, now fully streaming down your face, but you persist. The musky scent and taste on your tongue clouding your mind as your nose brushes his pubes. 

Above you, Vessel panted and groaned out, chest heaving as he tried to contain himself and not come so soon. You didn’t care, you longed for those beautiful noises, they filled your mind. 

Pulling a trick Vessel hadn’t taught you, you shake your head side to side. His cock is lodged deep within your throat, the movement causing Vessel to gasp loudly. 

“P-pull off, oh fuck, I’m going to cum- baby, please” Vessel pleaded as you swallowed around him.

You didn’t pull off, no; instead you shifted your hand from Vessel’s thighs to his balls. You gently rolled them in your hand, squeezing and teasing him as you relaxed your throat. 

Vessel’s moan was beautiful as he jerked and curled over you yet again. His hands moved to grip tightly at your hair, pain lighting up your spine as the man above you sobbed in pleasure. 

“Oh, fuck yeah~ that’s my baby. That’s my girl…” Vessel mumbled as he pushed his cock as deep as he could down your throat. 

You closed your eyes, breathing heavily as you tried to suppress your gag reflex. Thankfully for you, Vessel’s cock kicked roughly in your throat. He twitched, whined and sobbed pathetically as he drained his balls down your throat. 

His body tensed roughly as pleasure took over. The tip of his cock was nestled deep in your throat, filling it and forcing you to swallow to continue breathing. “Shit! Shit! Fuckkk-“

He whined as he looked down at your beautiful face, all red and stained with tears. Vessel was lost in thought till he felt you tapping, signaling for him to pull out. 

Once he finally slipped his cock out of your body, his body went lax and sagged with relief. There was a soft, fucked out smile on his lips, pure bliss. 

As for you, your lips were swollen, your throat hurt, but in the best way possible. You were covered in drool but filled with pride. “I did it… Made you come.”

Vessel chuckled and wiped the leftover drool from your chin. Your eyes flick to his softening cock; it looked as beautiful as him. “You did amazing, baby… Think you can take IV next?”

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Vessel

Posted this on insta and tiktok also (sabbqj) Did this piece cause Sleep Token is 🪄🖤🪄 just perfecto. Around 50 hours of work cause of all the details. Hope u like it!

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A little II sketch

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here we go again

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PAIRING - Sleep Token III x Sleep Token Vessel

WARNING - NSFW! Attempted SA, First Time Bottoming, Loss of Virginity, Violence, Blood and Injury, Mild Dubious Consent,

AUTHOR'S NOTE - Woo! I finally finished this! It took me a while since I've been working on lots of things BUT! I hope to make this into a series in the future. Hope everyone enjoys this. I'll be watching with my popcorn. SUMMARY - Vessel had always been a loner, someone no one noticed even when he tried to stand out. But sometimes it takes giving yourself to a stranger who just saved you for you to actually be noticed.

WORD COUNT - 6,528

Master List - Ao3

“I’ll be fine really, no need to worry about me.” Vessel laughed softly as he ducked out of the record shop’s doorway. He didn’t need the concern from someone who barely even cared, he never did. It was just himself against the world, lonely and fighting through life. This wasn’t new to him, the pity and fake concern; after all that’s what he grew up with.

His boss had caught wind of his plans for the night and was “worried” about him. Vessel never knew if the older man was actually worried about him or if he was just concerned about his performance at work the next day. 

While yes, it did bother Vessel as he exited into the old streets many nights, he tried to never let it stop him from enjoying the local music scene at the bar. That was where he felt most at peace, among the music and alcohol.

Vessel had been thriving with the music scene and enjoyed basking in its glory, even though he would never taste the sweet flavor firsthand. He had gone to college for music and yet as soon as he was released from that hell, he was left empty-handed with nowhere to go.

So, he took it upon himself to get as close as possible to his desired dream. Getting a job at a record store had been his best bet at the time with the need for money. It barely allowed him to scrape by, but he wasn’t too upset with his situation. After all, he could at least relax and scribble in his notebook while also working. 

The chill of the wind brought Vessel back to the present. He stood in front of the bar with high hopes that his dreams would come true but he knew that would be crushed soon. Like they always are.

Vessel pushed through the door and was greeted by the sound of loud rock playing from the far corner. He grinned at the music he had grown fond of, the steady beat and vocals thrumming in his chest. This was one of the bands he knew frequently played at the bar. Their lead singer was talented but not passionate enough to want to go further. Though Vessel had always admired the drummer and his skills, he never dared approach him out of fear; not even the alcohol he often consumed could ease the nerves he felt.

The bar thankfully wasn’t as crowded tonight, since it was a Wednesday. Vessel chuckled to himself as the bartender he had grown fond of bounced her way over to him. 

“What can I get ya tonight? The usual or..?” She smiled and tilted her head softly. Her bouncy blond curls gently lay against her shoulders. Nearly nightly visits and tipping well would get you this kind of treatment.

“Just a beer tonight. Stout maybe?” Vessel shrugged and slid his card over for her to put on file. 

The bartender nodded while idly working her magic. She was bobbing her head in time with the music, something Vessel had noticed many times before. He couldn’t help but find himself tapping his fingers to the beat of the drums. 

The tall man turned to face the stage, taking in the appearance of the singer. He stood so proud yet bored with his music. A man who was comfortable with where he was,no matter the situation or crowd. 

Vessel envied the singer, envied how he was able to confidently be on stage with people who cared about him. Even with how little effort he put in, it seemed everyone loved him. Lucky bastard.

His attention was brought back to the bartender by the soft clink of his beer being set down. He offered her a soft smile before grasping the cold glass. There was already a little bit of the liquid spilling over the side but he couldn't care less, he just needed to drink.

It didn’t take long for the one beer to turn into multiple and those then turning into shots. The deep-seated need to erase the pain led Vessel to drink more than he could normally handle. He wished for more, but the concerned yet polite smile from the bartender screamed ‘no’. 

“Love, I think you’ve had enough, I'm cutting you off for the night.” She politely smiled and pushed his card and a receipt into his hand. 

While this was common for others, it still stung deep into Vessel’s heart. It reminded him of his mother’s gentle yet passive-aggressive words; “That’s enough [redacted], you’ve already done enough.”

His mother’s words echoed in his head as he stood on shaky legs. The once enjoyable atmosphere of the bar was soured by these old wounds. He tried to stumble his way out of the event, ignoring the way his legs wobbled and the world spun. The blond didn’t make it far before his stumbling turned into tripping over his own feet. Thankfully he was caught by a man before he could fall. 

A man only slightly shorter than him smiled at Vessel. His crooked smile looked sinister because of his jagged teeth. If he was sober, Vessel would have understood the twisting in his gut wasn’t the alcohol, but rather his intuition screaming at him. This man was bad news but the blonde couldn’t seem to truly understand that.

“Look at you sweets, can’t even stand on your own two feet,” The man teased and squeezed Vessel’s waist, “Need me to take you somewhere? Maybe the back?”

Vessel shot the man a confused look as he staggered against him. Why was this random man holding him? Oh, but it felt so nice to have hands on him, gently squeezing and digging into his side. Subconsciously Vessel nodded; maybe he did need to sit down somewhere quiet.

With how intoxicated Vessel was, he honestly didn’t notice all the pitiful looks he was gathering. Not even the random girl softly trying to grab his attention could help him anymore.They were probably because of how drunk he was. 

The hand on his back slowly guided him further into the bar, deeper into a section he had never seen before. It was shocking, to say the least; Vessel had been everywhere in this bar at this point, so where was he now?  “Where're we..?”

The man ignored Vessel’s question and opted to push his hand under the back of Vessel’s shirt. The cold hand made Vessel shiver and giggle softly. He liked the attention and enjoyed the small touch. 

“In here, no one will bother us, sweets..” The man opened the door and his tone deepened. 

Vessel tried to stagger his way into the private room but something pulled at him deep within his chest. A gut feeling finally hit him enough to turn around. “Hey... I don’t-“

Yet his words were cut off when the man shoved him against the wall and covered his mouth roughly. Disgusting brown eyes stared into Vessel’s watery blues. The man smelled horrible and he gave Vessel all the warning signs he should have listened to from the beginning.

“Listen here slag, you’re gonna go in that room and fucking like it,  got it?!” His attacker hissed out, his voice rising in volume with every word. To emphasize his statement, he shoved his knee between Vessel’s thighs and ground it upwards. 

The taller’s harsh cry was muffled against the hand covering his mouth, but it didn’t stop him from banging on the walls to bring attention to the situation. Vessel knew he couldn’t pull the man off of him, not in his drunken state.

The tears began to fall down his face as he realized this was his reality, this was exactly what he thought he deserved. The sobs from his mouth and banging didn’t deter his attacker from shoving him deeper into the room; but they did alert a man standing nearby.

Vessel fell to the ground in the disgusting room, his sobs growing louder as he tried to find an escape. “Please- I just- No!” 

He was frantic and hysterical as the attacker grabbed his leg to spread his thighs. “No no no! Fucking stop!” 

Vessel screamed and kicked at the man’s hands. It only angered him further and his grip tightened on his calf. The man’s body language was angry, realizing that  Vessel wasn’t going to be as easy as he originally thought.

“I don’t care what you want! You’re too drunk to know you don’t want me! Bitches like you always want-“ The balding man cursed loudly at Vessel, the anger in his eyes shocking fear through Vessel’s system. 

He didn’t get to touch Vessel for much longer as a looming figure with dyed red hair came up behind him. Vessel’s eyes widened as he curled his legs up to his chest, his attacker snarling with anger. “Fucking bitch, just give it to me!”

“He’s not giving you shit.” The red-haired man stated, stone cold. 

His attacker whipped around so quickly that he stumbled a little. “Who the fuck are you!?”

The taller man tilted his head in anger as he grabbed Vessel’s attacker by the shirt collar. “No one.”

He didn’t allow the disgusting human being to speak more than an angry growl. The redhead was not playing around as his fist made contact with the attacker’s face, breaking his nose with a sickening crunch. 

There was a deranged look in the taller’s eyes as he dragged the man towards the wall to bash his face against it repetitively. Though the attacker did get a few punches in, they did nothing more than cause him to smile with blood now pouring down his clearly broken nose.

All Vessel could do was sit in shock as he listened to the sound of flesh hitting flesh and pained screams. He sat up slowly as the sounds grew louder. For a moment, he feared the red-haired man was going to kill his attacker, maybe Vessel wanted that.  Vessel sniffled and wiped his face as dry as he could, the tears and snot soaking into his hoodie sleeve. 

“Who do you think you are, getting off on drunk people!” The redhead screamed before he was roughly shoved into the hallway. 

Vessel flinched as he peaked around the corner to watch the violence unfold. He shuddered at the amount of blood covering both parties. It was akin to a blood bath, blood smeared on the walls and their clothes. Vessel couldn’t help but think it was beautiful.

But the sobering truth set in as security guards started rushing towards them; they were going to be kicked out. Vessel panicked and gathered all his strength to stand on still shaky legs. His nerves were high as the guards ripped the two men apart, got even higher as the next guard turned to focus on him. 

“You! Out! I don’t care who started it! We’re ending it! All three of you out!” One of the larger guards yelled while roughly grabbing Vessel’s upper arm. 

His breath hitched as he was escorted out of the back of the bar, being thrown out alongside the red-haired male with great force. He stumbled and let out an embarrassing whimper, his whole body aching after the treatment. Vessel’s savior, if he could be called that, wrapped his arm protectively around his shoulders as the attacker stumbled deeper into the alleyway. His pained groans and spitting fury could be heard. Serves him right.

A beat of awkward silence passed over Vessel and the other man. He quickly ripped himself away from the man and took a deep breath to calm his nerves. 

“Fuckin hell..” Vessel mumbled while rubbing at his thighs to self-soothe, hands trembling.

The redhead chuckled and leaned against the wall with a soft smile. “You okay there?”

Vessel flinched and looked up, the height difference making itself evident as his blue eyes met the other’s. “Fuck, no… But thank you uh…”

“[Redacted], but you can call me III.”

III smiles softly as he offers his hand to Vessel. But once he sees how bloody his hand is he curses under his breath and quickly pulls it away. “Shit, sorry, I’m covered in that dick bag's blood.” 

“And your own,” Vessel points out as a fat drop of blood drips onto III’s shirt. 

He watches as III’s shaking hand wipes the blood away, the man’s soft hiss loud to Vessel’s ears. 

“Shit, sorry, I just- Fuck, that hurts..” III pouts softly while wiping the blood onto his skinny jeans. Vessel’s eyes drift down to follow the movement. How the hell did he even fit in those?

“Uh… Do you live nearby..?” Vessel awkwardly asked and shuffled his feet out of nervousness. God, he needed better social skills.

III softly chuckled and shook his head, the red locks beautifully framing his face. Vessel came to the conclusion this man had to be a heartbreaker. “I’m way out, came here for a friend.” 

The blonde wrapped his arms around himself and nodded; of course this would be the case. “I don’t live far, maybe a couple of blocks. I can take you there, patch you up..”

III hesitated for a second before nodding and allowing Vessel to lead the way. Vessel himself wasn’t sure why he did it, but he grabbed III’s hand and began pulling him towards his house. His gut feeling from before didn’t scream, so he had to be safe right?

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His hands shook hard as he unlocked the door to his shitty small apartment. Once unlocked, Vessel dropped his keys onto the table by the door. 

“I guess, go sit on the couch?” Vessel asked more than stated as he walked to the bathroom where he stored the first aid kit. Why is he allowing such a man in his house? His safe place? He isn’t so sure but he can’t seem to stop the pull he felt for the other. 

“Jesus, you're nervous.” III joked as he plopped himself on the couch, stretching out and relaxing into the furniture. 

Nearly tripping over his own feet, Vessel kneeled down to grab the kit from under the bathroom sink.Though he was mostly sobered up the adrenaline caused his body to shake and tremble.. He let out a shaky sigh while righting himself. Damn, adrenaline made it harder for him to stand without the fear of falling over.. His knees and ass ached from the rough treatment. Vessel was fucked, but he couldn’t back out of his promise of taking care of III.

Making his way back to the man, he dropped the small box on the coffee table in front of him. “Let me fix you up since you helped me..”

Vessel doesn't give the man a chance to protest before he steps between his legs to sit on the table. III watched with a slightly shocked expression, eyes curious and playful. 

"So, you're gonna play nurse now?" He teased while leaning forward to give Vessel a better angle to his clearly swollen nose.

Vessel rolled his eyes and gathered a wet wipe to clean the blood away. He hesitated at first, nervous about getting close to the man in such a way. Would III hurt him if he did anything wrong? 

III noticed the distant look on Vessel's face, the way Vessel worried his teeth over his bottom lip. He gently rested his hand on the scared man's thigh in a comforting manner. "Hey... You don't have to do this."

They stared at each other for a quiet moment, just taking in one another. Vessel's eyes traced over III's features, his mustache, the soft blue ocean that he calls eyes, and the crusty blood from his busted lip and nose. He was attractive in ways Vessel had never expected anyone to be.

Vessel chuckled and carefully moved to wipe away the dark blood. "It's okay... Just don't have liquid courage in me anymore."

The redhead hissed at the sting of the wipe before staring deeply into Vessel's eyes. He was lost in thought, lost in the concentrated expression of his little nurse. 

In truth, III didn't think he would have stumbled across anyone like this, ever. He had just gone to the bar for a few drinks after a stressful day with his friend. But, something pulled him to follow Vessel as he was being dragged away by the other man. It had tugged deep in his chest, the urge to stand up for the other man. 

III never did agree with situations like that, predatory men searching for drunken people to have their way with. It rubbed him wrong, it should rub everyone wrong. Yet no one but III had actually put in the effort to prevent anything from happening. Everyone had sat back and watched as Vessel stumbled while being dragged to the back. No one stood, no one moved. They had all just shot him pitying looks like they knew..

“I- I need to reset it..” Vessel mumbled softly after he finished clearing the blood. 

“Yeah, go ahead, I’ll be fine, doll,” Vessel blushed at the nickname, the sweet red color reaching the tips of his ears. Beautiful was all that III could think, the man in front of him was beautiful.

III braced himself with his hands on Vessel’s knees, his little nurse’s shaky hands gently resting on his face. “Take a deep breath, and please don’t punch me..”

If III could have laughed, he would have, but the sickening feeling of Vessel forcing his nose back in place made him gasp. “Son of a bitch!” 

His grip on Vessel tightened almost painfully as the blonde shot him a sympathetic look. ‘Sorry, just need to…”

Vessel’s apology did little to bandage over the fact he had to push again. But, oh, those soft blue eyes filled with worry did. They soothed the dull, throbbing pain and sent warmth into his stomach like no other.

“Damn... How did you- how do you know how to do this?” III relaxed once Vessel released his face. 

The shorter man squirmed under the question, under III’s glaze. “My ex needed his nose fixed so... I had to learn...”

III doesn’t pull away, in fact, he gets closer under the guise of letting Vessel look at his handy work. “So, you got me fixed up then?” 

Vessel hummed softly and tilted III’s head, inspecting the slight dip where the nose had been broken.. “I suppose. Might hurt to breathe for a bit, but you can handle that... Right?”

The redhead smiled softly, the cut on his lip stretching slightly as he did. “Yeah... I’m a big boy, pain for someone pretty like you is fine.” 

The flirting caused Vessel to gasp slightly, his eyes flicking down to III’s lip out of instinct. Yet III continued while slipping his hand to the back of Vessel’s neck, gently playing with the hair there.

“Tell me if it’s too much…” III mumbled while smirking softly. The soft moan that Vessel let out encouraged him to continue. 

“Your eyes… They’re beautiful. Can’t get enough of those pretty blues.” III chuckled softly as he brushed his lips against Vessel’s. 

III’s slightly chapped lips, the scent of blood lingering on him, it all overwhelmed Vessel in the best way. So, he was the one to initiate the kiss. Vessel timidly pushed his much softer lips against III’s, whimpering softly and hoping what he had done was okay.

III was shocked the other kissed him first but he happily returned it. At first, it was awkward, the angle forcing them into a position that was edging on uncomfortable. It left much to be desired as neither of them were truly able to kiss the way they needed.

But as Vessel shakily reached for III’s shirt, something in III was tipped over the edge. He carefully drags Vessel into his lap, holding the other close to him. 

Vessel whined softly, his whole body aching and shaking with nerves; fuck, III’s lips tasted good. They tasted faintly of beerand blood. The bitter iron taste became more apparent as III’s cut lip oozed against Vessel’s.

Yet III needed more, he tilted Vessel’s head back as the other shifted over his spread thighs. The change in angle caused Vessel to moan softly as III guided him through short, deep kisses. 

The pathetic man in III’s lap squirmed as he felt his cock filling, hardening from the simple kisses. It was exhilarating to have a man he barely knew kiss him so passionately. He wanted to take him apart and have him whining just from small touches. The same man that had just nearly killed someone for him. 

“Fuck, sugar, you taste so good..” III whispered softly before diving back into another kiss. The confession made Vessel’s head spin, his grip tightening on III’s shoulders to slowly grind himself on the other’s lap.

It was so much, almost too much yet not enough for Vessel. The hands on his thighs traveled to his ass as III grabbed a handful of the soft fat. At the same time, the redhead changed the pace of the kiss, having grown tired of their tongues just barely touching one another. III needed to taste inside of Vessel’s mouth, to feel their tongues rubbing against one another. He needed to know the soft sounds Vessel would make as he tongue fucked his mouth.

He growled softly as Vessel finally opened his mouth, allowing him to have what he truly wanted; the taste of the blonde’s mouth. It was bitter with the beer he had consumed yet faintly sweet after the first taste passed.

Neither of them seemed to be able to get enough of one another, their kiss turning into pure tongue and saliva Vessel’s whines got more frequent as his body vibrated with need. 

It made III chuckle softly as he kissed Vessel's cheek, “You sound as beautiful as you look…” 

Vessel twisted his fist in III’s black shirt, his voice soft and airy. “And you tease too much..”

III kisses down Vessel’s neck, nipping softly to tease even further. He bucks his own hips up, grinding his half-chub against Vessel’s ass. He groans softly at the slight friction, now groping Vessel’s assmore as he pulls Vessel to grind against him. 

“Aah fuck..! O-oh god!” Vessel moaned at the bucking and grinding, but he craved more than just this; his hole ached to be filled like never before. 

The thought of taking III’s cock as his first caused his own to twitch in his skinny jeans. Vessel had never touched anyone sexually, hell, this was his first make-out session since high school. Yet he was willing to hand III anything he could offer, and right now he was offering his virginity.

III shifted them, his hands running up Vessel’s sides to grip him tightly. In one swift movement, he flips them so Vessel’s back is on the couch. “You need it, don’t you? Need my prick?”

Vessel let out a soft gasp as he was manhandled for the first time. His body shuddered as he keened out for more. He quickly nodded, his blonde hair splayed out on the couch cushion. Almost instinctively Vessel dropped his thighs to spread wider to accommodate III between them. It made him feel dirty, but in the best way.

The man above him groans and quickly gets up, leaving Vessel confused and worried he did something wrong. "I'm not going to fuck you on your couch. Sorry, but if you haven't noticed, we're both tall."

III chuckles softly and offers a hand out to Vessel, which is quickly taken. He looks at the other, eyes traveling down to the prominent bulge in Vessel's pants. "Bedroom...?"

"O-Oh, yeah, this way..." Vessel mumbled while pulling III to his bedroom. Once they entered the room, it was cozy and clearly lived in by a depressed person. But III didn't pay any mind to it as he backed Vessel into the bed.

The shorter was confused and scared, but despite that, aroused and ready. When the back of his knees hit the bed, he sits down and slowly crawls to the top. Once he rests against the pillows, III kicks his shoes off and crawls between Vessel's legs with a predatory smirk. The look makes Vessel whimper softly, cock twitching slightly in his pants.  

The redhead carefully takes Vessel's shoes and socks off, his eyes never leaving Vessel's as he tosses them to the floor. His intense gaze caused Vessel to shiver and his blush that had faded to quickly return. "You don't have to look at me like that..."

The awkward man mumbled softly as III ran his hands up and down his thighs, squeezing them gently to drag a soft moan from him. Vessel tried to shrink away, tried to bury himself further into the pillows. Fuck, he was nervous enough that his hard-on softened slightly. 

He wasn't sure if III noticed or not, but it didn't seem to stop him from leaning down to catch his lips in another heated kiss. Kissing was something he could do even though he was clumsily trying to match III's movements. Once he was able to, he couldn't help the soft needy whines escaping his mouth. 

III's hands pushed up to the button on Vessel's pants and he groaned against the other's lips as he unbuttoned them and found Vessel wasn't wearing any underwear. 

"Fuck... No underwear?" III whispered softly as he reached into Vessel's pants, cupping his leaking cock in his large hand. 

Vessel arched into III's hand, shook his head and covered his face out of embarrassment. "Hate boxers..."

III groans softly and squeezes Vessel's cock gently before pulling his hands out of his pants. His eyes are full of lust and want as he carefully removes Vessel's pants, dragging the denim down his legs and purposely giving the shy man goosebumps.

It pulls a soft whine from Vessel and he closes his legs once his pants are removed. III brushes it off and carefully pulls Vessel's arms away from his face. The soft smile makes Vessel's heart flutter softly, the other man comforting him so easily. 

"Here... Let me take your shirt off and then you can take mine off, deal?" III said softly while pulling the hem of Vessel's shirt over his head.

With his shirt off Vessel sits there quietly, chest flushed and softly rising with his deep inhales. His blue eyes are wide as he looks up at the man between his legs. This is the furthest he's ever been with anyone and fuck, did it make him needy. 

III gestures to his shirt with a raised eyebrow, "Do you still wanna..." 

Vessel sits up slowly, his hands shaking when he grabs III's shirt. He bites his lip as his hand makes contact with III's hot skin, "Jesus..."

"What..?" III questions as he leans down to help Vessel take his shirt off. He was confident in his body, the thick trail of brown curls leading to his cock, the soft plush that covered his muscles. His body oozed sex appeal that the blonde wanted nothing more than to drink in, so he did.

Vessel shuddered as he ran his hands over III's chest, just taking the redhead in. "You look good..."

That earned a chuckle from III as he pushed Vessel's hand to unbutton his pants. "Thanks beautiful, but I can't compare to you… So fucking sexy."

The teasing caused Vessel to stutter, to struggle with the button of III's jeans, a soft whimper escaping the virgin as he got more desperate. His cock kicked at the thought of getting to feel III more than just over his pants. Noticing his struggle, III took it upon himself to undo his own pants.

He carefully pushed his pants and underwear down and with a little effort, III was naked just as Vessel was. They sat in each others' presence for a moment; III's cock standing heavy between his legs, twitching slightly as Vessel moves to lay down. 

Watching Vessel lay down for him snapped III out of the trance he was in, his eyes darting to the bedside table. "Lube in there?" He asked while reaching for it. He barely even had to get Vessel's answer before he found the mostly full bottle.

III wanted to make a comment about how full the bottle was but decided against it, focusing instead on the soft whine Vessel let out. He had to bite his lip as Vessel slowly spread his legs, his cock flushed red with need. 

"Hurry up..." Vessel whined softly; he couldn't help but reach for his prick to slowly stroke it. He teased himself to stay hard, the nerves slowly weaning as III touched him. 

"I need to prep you, Jesus... Needy bottom." III joked while squirting some lube onto three fingers. 

Vessel's heart rate picked up as he watched the man above him warm the gel that was going to go into him soon. He sucked in a deep breath and looked longingly into III's eyes.

"Only for you..." The blonde sighed softly when he felt the gentle touch of III's calloused finger against his rim. 

His words earned a groan from deep within III's chest, his cock drooling at the thought. "Yeah? Not gonna let anyone else fuck you like this?" III spoke as he slowly slipped a single finger inside of Vessel.

The slight stretch wasn't uncomfortable but it still drew a gasp and Vessel shook softly. It felt weird till III slowly crooked his finger repetitively to stretch his walls.

"Sh-shit... Feels so good." Vessel mumbled and gripped the sheets under him, his hips slowly grinding down to feel more of the finger.

"Needy thing, so fucking cute." III laughed and he replaced Vessel's hand on his cock with his own, adding in the second finger.

That stretch made Vessel's eyebrows knit together for a moment; it burned yet it was enjoyable all the same. "Can't help it, need it so fucking bad."

III shifted his fingers, pushing them upwards while slowly stroking Vessel's cock. His breathing hitched as Vessel let out a loud, pleasured moan. He couldn't take his eyes away from the sight of Vessel's slightly open mouth, panting and squirming because of him.

"One more finger and then you can have my cock, yeah?" III tried to reason with Vessel, carefully pushing the third and final finger into Vessel's gently stretched hole.

"Please! Fucking hurry!" Vessel whined and panted. The soft moans and squirming brought a smile to III's face when he realized why Vessel was reacting so beautifully.

He pushed his fingers against the soft spot again, targeting it while cooing softly. "Is that your bitch button? Your sweet little prostate getting milked?"

Vessel arched his back, a silent scream ripping through him as his body quivered in pleasure. "III! Stop- Stop- I'mma cum!"

"Perfect..." III mumbled and continued to focus on Vessel's prostate, his hand now covered in the other's precum. Just as Vessel's cock kicks, ready to cum, III grips the base roughly, preventing him from cumming. 

"Wait, no, please.. please, wanna cum so bad!" Vessel whimpered, squirming and grinding down against III's long fingers. 

"No baby, not yet. I want you to cum on my cock..." III stated while slowly pulling his fingers out of Vessel's stretched rim.

The punched out whine Vessel let out nearly broke III’s heart. His flushed face, glossy eyes, and leaking cock drew III in even harder. If it were possible, he would love to ruin this man for anyone else. 

Quickly, III grabbed the lube once more and squirted a generous amount onto his cock. The cold liquid made him shudder but it quickly warmed up when he started to stroke himself to spread it.

"Fffucckkk!" Vessel whines at the lewd image before him, aching for the cock that was about to go inside him to ruin his hole..

III’s soft chuckle and shifting as he lined himself up with Vessel's hole alarms him and he began to quiver. The anticipation was worth it as III looked into his blue eyes with a smirk.

"You ready..?" The redhead asked while rubbing the tip of his cock over Vessel's well-lubed hole.

Vessel whined nervously and looked away as reality hit him; he was about to have sex with some random guy he met at a bar... The same man who saved him from an attacker. 

III took Vessel's little whine as a yes and slowly penetrated his virgin hole. They both gasped out in pleasure as the thick head of III's cock popped inside.

"Holy shit, you're tight..!" III groaned loudly while gripping at Vessel's thighs to keep them spread open.

Instinctually, Vessel clenched down around the cock inside of him, hot flashes of pleasure and pain washing over him. His own forgotten cock drooled thick globs of pre. 

III grunted and wrapped his hand around Vessel's cock to hopefully relax him so he could push in further. "Breathe baby... Gotta relax to take it. Don't you wanna take it like a good boy?"

It was a struggle to breathe through the pain, but III's assuring dirty talk and the grip on his cock helped. He was able to take a deep breath and willing himself to loosen his hole.

"There you go... Fucking yeah, that's it." III moaned in sync with Vessel as he pushed deeper. 

The lube made a wet squishing noise as III finally bottomed out inside of him. Vessel moaned loudly and his back arched. He had never felt so full in his life, III's cock taking up every inch of space inside him that he never even thought could be filled.

"O-oh my god.. Oh fuck, oh fuck..!" Vessel keened as III carefully rolled his hips to begin thrusting. 

Vessel drooled and squirmed as III laughed quietly at his pleasure. "Acting like you've never been fucked this good before; like having cock in your arse,love?"

III never got an answer because Vessel reached for him, making grabby hands at him so he'd lean down. The blonde's eyelashes were wet with tears of pleasure as he whined for III to kiss him.

The taller can't help but take Vessel's lips with his own, the kiss sloppy with spit as they moan into one another's mouth. 

"F-Ah! Faster!" Vessel practically screamed when he pulled away from the kiss to throw his head back.

And faster III went, deciding against restraint and snapping his hips faster into Vessel's pretty hole. He could feel it sucking him in, clenching and begging for him to ruin it.

III growled in pleasure while grabbing Vessel's legs to push them over his shoulders. He leaned down, forcing out a scream from Vessel as he was folded in half. "God, I could get used to this tight cunt."

All Vessel could do was reach between them and just barely stroke his cock while being forced to take the rough thrusts. 

"Take it! A-ah! It's yours!" Vessel moaned out as III shifted his hips perfectly to hit his prostate.

III took what was his by pounding his thick cock into Vessel over and over again. Their moans of pleasure filled the room as they got closer to their orgasms. 

Vessel’s cock was sensitive and throbbing with the need to cum, thick tears running down his face. He was sobbing with pleasure as his prostate was targeted by III’s girth. 

But the taller man just kept thrusting, ruining and gaping Vessel’s hole to make room for himself. 

“Pretty boy gonna cum for me? Cum on my cock?” III groaned as Vessel clenched around him, “Fuck, please- Would feel so good having you milk me!”

Vessel shook his head as he sobbed, sensitive prick jumping as his orgasm took him by surprise, untouched. 

“F-fucckkk!!” He keened loudly, cum quite literally being fucked out of him as III’s hips stuttered against his. 

The redhead gasped as Vessel’s hole fluttered around him, clenching and twitching to take him in. The tight, wet hole forced III to grit his teeth in an attempt to stave off his orgasm. 

Unfortunately for him and fortunately for Vessel, III was unable to hold back his orgasm with Vessel whispering filth in such a watery tone. 

“Gimme your cum, please, please, oh shit, oh shit..!” Vessel sobbed as III groaned with one final rough snap of his hips.

The shock of Vessel’s unexpected orgasm causes III to tense up, his groan slowly turning into a loud moan as his brows knitted together in confusion. "Jesus fuck... Did you just-"

III bit back a soft whimper as he continued to fuck himself gently through his orgasm, cock kicking and spilling thick ropes of seed into Vessel. He kept the angle of his hips the same so he could focus on hitting Vessel's prostate, causing the smaller man to cry out from overstimulation. 

"Oh! Goddamnit! Pleasepleaseplease!" Vessel sobbed out while gently pushing at III to try to get him to stop. His prick was weeping, drooling and still coming as III fucked him.

The redhead's abdomen tensed as his hips weakly stuttered from the clenching, quivering wet mess that was Vessel's hole. They both whimpered as III's cock gave its final desperate kick, yet neither of them moved. The soft sounds of their heavy breathing filled  the room before III broke the soft atmosphere with a laugh of disbelief.

"You came fucking hands-free." He teased while rubbing his thumb gently over Vessel's softening cock. 

The poor man tensed up, whining as he tried to push III away with a soft, pathetic glare. It worked and the cocky man inside of him pulled his hand away. Vessel let out a sigh of relief as exhaustion began to set deep within his bones. 

"Fuck, that was so good..." The blonde mumbled as he threw his arm over his face.

III just mumbled an agreement and pulled out of Vessel's well-gaped hole. They both hissed softly as they separated, III’s cum slowly oozing out as Vessel’s hole tried to clench up.

Vessel had expected III to get up, clean himself up and then leave when he felt the man move from the bed. Yet he was pleasantly surprised to feel the other’s weight settle back on the bed.

“What are you-“ Vessel tried to speak but he cut himself off with a sharp gasp; III had gotten a fresh, clean rag to gently clean up the mess of cum oozing out of his abused hole. 

The man hummed softly, eyes still focused on cleaning Vessel. “Cleaning you up, duh. Jesus, relax.” 

III had stayed to clean him up? It puzzled Vessel but he decided to just accept it for what it was. The exhaustion was too much to handle anyways, leaving his mind full of questions as he slowly drifted off to sleep. 

“Cute…” III spoke softly after tossing the rag to the side and laying beside Vessel. 

He wrapped his arms around the smaller man, pulling him closer to his chest while looking at him. “Yeah, I think Imma- imma keep you..”

[sak-supernatural]

You know Vessel, sometimes I am just not emotionally capable of listening to Blood Sport. I love it, and it's such a powerful song, but sometimes I need to keep the vibe a teensy bit less deeply emotional.