v's boything

Warning(s): vampire johnny, top johnny/bottom reader, blood loss, almost loss of consciousness, implied johnny silverhand x reader x v Word Count: 2132 AO3 LinkMasterlist

You're stirred awake by cold hands slipping under your shirt. You recognize them even in the haze of sleep and halfheartedly try to pull away, grumbling when their grip on you only tightens and you're pulled into an equally cold body.

"Johnny," you mumble, grabbing his 'ganic wrist through your shirt. "What are you doing?"

Lips press against the back of your neck in a kiss, and you already know what he wants from you. "What do you think? I'm hungry," he says, sharp teeth scraping across your skin. It makes you shiver.

"You can wait till morning," you still tell him, 'cause you're tired and the last time Johnny woke you up to feed, you hadn't been able to go back to sleep. It'd pissed you off and you weren't in a rush to go through that again.

Johnny makes a pained sound, halfway between a whimper and a groan as he presses closer to you. He's shaking, you realize then. He normally ran cold, as most vampires did, but you're suddenly aware just how much colder he felt then.

You let out a slow breath, trying to fight the agitation threatening to boil over. It was too early for an argument. "When did you last eat?"

"Couple weeks ago," Johnny mumbles in response. His arms tighten around you, his nose pressed to the skin under your ear. "V forgot to give me some before he left."

You puff out another quiet breath. The likelihood of V forgetting was slim, slimmer than Johnny not reminding V to feed him. You'd bet real money Johnny had either planned this or he'd forgotten he needed to eat. You would've seriously debated telling him to wait for V if he wasn't due home for another week and a half.

When you don't answer fast enough for him, Johnny squeezes you a little. "C'mon, I'm starving," he insists. Then, a little desperately, "Please."

That little plea quickly tears down the wall, however flimsy it was in the first place, you'd tried to put up. Johnny rarely, if ever, asked nicely for things. You're vaguely aware that Johnny was probably just putting on a show just to get you to give in, but at this point, you couldn't find it in yourself to actually care.

"Fine. You can take some."

Before you'd even finished your sentence, Johnny was rolling you onto your back and crawling over you. Like this, you were able to get a good look at him. He looks a lot paler than normal, pupils blown unbelievably wide, with his lips parted in harsh pants despite not needed to actually breathe. In a way, he looked good. That hungry, wild look in his eyes makes your dick twitch.

He leans over you, presses a chaste kiss to your lips, before dipping down to your neck. The only warning you get is a light kiss before teeth sink into your neck. A sharp pain shoots through you that makes you gasp, makes your back arch up off the bed as you clutch at his shoulders. The pain melts to pleasure when Johnny laves his tongue over the punctures and starts sucking.

You can hear every mouthful of blood he swallows, his satisfied groans as he fills his stomach. Underneath that, your own harsh breathing reaches your ears. Johnny's mouth and body feel good against your skin, both slowly warming as he feeds. Your cock is achingly hard, but when you reach down to palm yourself, he slaps your hand away.

You're damn near ready to curse him out for it, for denying you when he'd been the one to wake you for this, before his 'ganic hand cups your cock, palm grinding against the bulge. Your hips lift off the bed into the touch and your head falls back as you moan, granting Johnny more space that he eagerly takes. He presses closer, palms you harder until you start squirming underneath him.

This time, when you reach down to shove your sleep pants down and off, Johnny lets you. His fist closes around your cock as soon as it springs free and you do nothing to stop the moan that spills from your lips. Johnny lets you fuck his fist. You're aware of him rubbing up against your thigh, of his cock hardening against you. You want it. So bad.

You tug on his hair to get his attention. He growls like a dog being denied food, squeezing your dick hard enough to make you hiss in pain. "Fuck Johnny, easy," you rasp, flushing at how hoarse your voice sounds already. "Just want your cock, c'mon."

The explanation seems to sate Johnny, and gets him moving again. Pulling away from your neck, he shoves his pants down to his knees and a grabs a bottle of lube from who knows where. You know he has to stop touching you, but you still whine when he lets go out of your cock. It's leaking, leaving a smeared, tacky mess on your tummy. Fuck, you didn't remember this feeling this good last time.

Johnny seems as impatient as you as he pours lube over his hand. He spills it everywhere—on the sheets, your dick, your tummy. At least you were planning on washing the sheets today anyway.

His mouth returns to your neck as he shoves two fingers into you. You can take them, but the sudden intrusion makes you jump, makes you clench hard around his fingers. Johnny groans against your neck.

You think it's the fastest he's ever prepped you. Two fingers turn into three, and then they turn into the head of his cock, steadily pressing into you while you try to relax. Johnny's mouth migrates from your neck to your lips, and he licks into your mouth, not caring that he was making you taste your own blood as he kisses you. He swallows your moan as he bottoms out.

His 'ganic hand moves to your neck, where his thumb drags through the blood still trickling from the bite. He makes a real mess, smearing red all over your neck and up to your chin. You're sure he stains your—really it was V's—shirt when he hooks his fingers into the collar of it.

Johnny sits up, bringing you with him, and still kissing you. For a second, you're confused. Until Johnny's hands move to your hips and he, somehow without removing you from his lap, gets you to straddle him.

"Asshole," you puff against his lips when the realization settles. He wanted you to do all the work. Wanted you to ride him like he was the one who deserved a favor for doing this.

Johnny smirks against your lips. "You wanted it," he says, squeezing your hips before his hands slide down to your thighs. The lingering coolness of his chrome makes you shiver. "So take it."

Johnny's hands support you a little as you lift yourself halfway off his cock before rocking back down on him. You do it again and again and again until you've got a shaky rhythm going that you know you won't be able to keep up. But Johnny's cock feels good, and his mouth is back on your neck, licking up the tacky smears he'd left earlier. This time, all you can hear are your shaky moans as you ride him.

"You're shit at this," he says behind a chuckle.

You fist a hand in his hair to hold him against your neck. "Shut up," you grumble, grinding down on him when you take him in again. You tug hard at the strands when Johnny opens his mouth again, and whatever he was about to spew turns into a low groan.

He mouths at the front of your neck, teeth scraping across your skin just hard enough to make you shiver. You wanted him to bite you again. Just the thought makes you clench around him, makes you squirm in his lap. You tug on his hair again and he lets you drag him back to his original bite. His hips jerk up into yours as he sinks his teeth in again, re-opening the wound.

This time, there is no pain that shoots through you. Embarrassingly, you feel your cock jump and your balls get tight and you know you've already made a mess of Johnny's shirt. Not that Johnny seems to care. If anything, he seems pleased that you already blew your load.

He grabs your hips and forcefully stills you. You grumble and whine a little, squirming some more because you definitely didn't want this to be over yet. You wanted him to keep fucking you, really wanted his cum. Johnny doesn't bother to pull away from your neck when he tells you to stop moving, that he certainly wasn't done with you yet.

Johnny was strong. You'd always known that. He could lift V real easy even with all his of merc chrome. It still surprises you when Johnny starts moving your body himself, pulling you off his cock and pushing you back down onto it, using your body like he would a toy or something. You flush at the thought, your slowly softening cock twitching weakly where it's trapped between you.

His mouth never leaves your neck, even when you tuck your face again his when your pleasure starts to melt into overstimulation. You're panting and moaning against him, nails digging into his back where your arms are wrapped around him. Johnny doesn't seem to mind, at least. He lets you claw and scratch at his back, lets you start to bite at his neck. It was only fair that you got to leave him with some marks, after all.

The longer Johnny feeds, the more you can feel. His cock, his mouth, his hands. You feel every drop of blood as it leaves your body, every inch of his cock as it slides into you, every callous on his hand where he's holding you. At first, you think the lightheadedness was coming from Johnny's cock still pumping into you, brushing against your prostate every time he pulled you into his lap. It takes your brain a lagging second to realize that Johnny's been feeding for an awful long time.

You try to push at his chest, but your arm feels a lot heavier, like you're trying to move it through water. You think Johnny takes the attempt as you feeling him up, because he only sucks harder at your neck. When you try to pull away, Johnny only follows, growls at you to stay still.

It takes an embarrassingly long time to find your voice. "Johnny, stop," you manage, words slurring together as you teeter on the edge of consciousness. "Too much."

As much as Johnny liked to take and take and take, he must notice the strain in your voice. He pulls back, eyes narrowed as he takes in your face like he was suspicious. Whatever he sees must backup your words, 'cause he gets an almost embarrassed look to him. You don't think you've ever seen him like that before.

He doesn't apologize, not that you really expect him to. He doesn't stop bouncing you in his lap, either. What he does do is pull you down to rest your head on his shoulder. It's nice, kind of. You let your eyes flutter shut as Johnny uses you, weak moans still catching in your throat.

Johnny's 'ganic hand keeps your head in place, holding you against him as he rocks you onto him. His lips press against your head, and you think you might feel a thank you mouthed against your scalp before he pulls you flush to his hips and fills you up, finally giving you what you wanted. Feeling Johnny's cock pulse inside you makes yours twitch again, though you know there's no way you're getting it back up.

Johnny holds you for a long time after that. Long enough that you start to doze off again. You're roused when Johnny shifts, his now soft cock slipping out of you as he lays down with you. He's missing his shirt and pants now. You don't remember him getting undressed.

Johnny pulls the comforter over the both of you and wraps his 'ganic arm around you to keep you close. You hear yourself mumble his name, though he's quick to shush you, to tell you to go to sleep. "You'll feel better," he tells you.

Warning(s) : remote control butt plug, public/semi-public sex (using the toy in public, mentions of overwatch/sojourn, bottom hanzo/top reader Word Count : 1038 AO3 LinkMasterlist

Hanzo sits across the table from you. You're in some boring meeting regarding new Overwatch recruits. You can certainly say your attention is not on Sojourn, but rather the archer across from you.

To an untrained eye, nothing was amiss. Hanzo's shifting could just be him trying to get comfortable, or simply readjusting the way he was sat. But you… you knew the true reason. If only 'cause you were the one with the remote in your pocket.

You'd been going easy on him, the toy only on the second setting. It still proves to be a little too much for the man. A red flush dusts his cheeks, and he's not said a word in the almost hour the meeting has been going for.

Your fingers brush against the remote, and after a second of thought, you bump it up two notches.

Hanzo nearly doubles over, one hand flying to his mouth so he can bite down on one of his fingers. Like this, he must look visibly uncomfortable, because Sojourn finally glances in his direction.

"Hanzo, are you okay?" She asks, concern underlying that slight annoyance in her voice.

Hanzo shakes his head. "No. It seems I am.. unwell." He lies well enough, at least.

He gets dismissed by Sojourn. Hanzo stumbles as he walks and Sojourn gives you the honor of helping the archer to his room.

Wrapping a helpful arm around Hanzo's waist, you take him back to his room.

"You're insufferable," he hisses at you when you get to his door.

"It's why you like me." You grin at him before pushing him into his room. He stumbles again, but catches himself just as quickly. He puffs his chest as you close the door behind you, though all his bravado leaves as soon as you bump the toy up another two notches.

Hanzo's legs turn in on themselves, and he's pliant when you start corralling him towards the little dresser shoved against a wall. His back hits it, and your hands start working his clothes off.

You lean in to kiss him as fabric hits the floor. His lips tremble under yours, hands clutching at your shirt. "You held out longer than I thought you would," you tell him between kisses.

"Do you believe me to be that weak-willed?" Hanzo scoffs even as you smile at him. You nose at his cheek until he turns his head and you can kiss down his neck.

"I didn't say that.." You reach behind him as you mouth at the skin of his neck, easily finding the base of the toy. Hanzo tenses, whatever he was about to retort with dying as he sniffs sharply. The plug is still vibrating as you ease it out halfway, pausing at its widest for a moment before you start fucking him with it.

You can feel the fabric of your shirt begin to dampen where his cock is pressed up against you. He's panting softly, hips pushing back against the toy every time you pull it out. His pants turn back into moans when you turn the toy up again. You grin against his neck, giving it a sharp nip before kissing back up to his mouth.

Licking into his mouth, you press the toy fully into him again. Hanzo grabs at your shoulders in advance, just in time to catch himself as you turn the toy up to its max.

Your name and a curse tumbles from his lips as he lurches forward, only kept up by reflex with a little help from your arm around his waist.

His hips jerk helplessly, cock rubbing against the fabric of your pants as the toy vibrates against his prostate. You kiss the corner of his mouth as you hold him, relishing the gasps and moans spilling from his pretty lips.

The remote gets pocketed so you can wrap your hand around his cock. It's hot in your hand, twitching when you start to jerk him off. Pre eases the glide, and Hanzo rocks his hips into your grip. He turns his head to catch your lips, moaning into your mouth when you grant him the kiss.

"Come on, archer," you tease against his lips. He nips sharp at your lip for that, and you taste copper. It makes you laugh quietly, licking filthily into his mouth so he could taste it too.

Hanzo's grip on your shoulders tighten almost painfully, and his hips shoot forward as his cock pulses against your palm. You feel it hit your shirt and pants, his cum seeping into the fabric and cooling your skin underneath. It makes your own cock twitch.

You jerk him through and past his orgasm, until he hits you lightly in the chest to get you to stop. He sags when you turn the toy off and pull it out of him, grumbling when you then start pushing him towards the attached bathroom.

His legs tremble like a fawn's. It has you snickering, giving his bare ass a little slap as you walk behind him.

Hanzo turns on you, shoving his finger in your chest and looking every part an angry old man. The look doesn't wipe the grin off your face, though his words do.

"I won't let you touch me again if you keep up with this childish behavior."

"You don't mean that!" You accuse, scurrying after him as he turns heel to storm into the bathroom. "Hanzo, babe, c'mon," you whine when he doesn't answer.

Hanzo glares at you pointedly, at your pouting face and puppy eyes that he ignores real well. He turns away to start the bathtub, leaving you to mope in the doorway for a whole five seconds.

When he finally looks back at you, he rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest and looking you up and down. "Are you going to bathe in your clothes?"

You don't think you've ever undressed faster. Your forgotten cock beads in the humid bathroom air, twitching when Hanzo steps close enough to flick your tip. Your hips jerk into the pain rather than away. It makes the archer smirk to himself.

Warning(s): threesome, bottom kerry, bottom + top johnny (he tops kerry you top him), face slapping, little bit of verbal degration, friends with benefits type relationship, pre-canon, voyeurism, probs ooc johnny Word Count: 6067 AO3 Link Masterlist

It wasn't really a secret that Kerry liked to sleep around. Anyone in the scene had probably slept with him or knew someone who did. Kerry liked sex. He had from the time you met him.

When you started sleeping together, he was adamant that it wasn't exclusive. You had no qualms with that, having no interest in an actual relationship yourself. You liked the friends with benefits thing you had going with him, and couldn't think of a reason to ruin what you had. A little sex never hurt a friendship anyway, right?

Kerry liked to drag you to any gigs he had, whether it was with Samurai, his solo gigs, or the combined tours with Johnny. Besides the sex, that was the only consistent part of your relationship with him. You never complained; the music was good, and Kerry was amazing on the guitar. It was worth it just for that. Kerry's lean hands dancing across the strings, that crazed smile on his face as he plays. You could see why so many people wanted in his pants.

Though, you do think your favorite part of his gigs were when he dragged you backstage, to whatever he was using as a changing room, to fuck off the adrenaline of being on stage. Sweaty, horny, and demanding. Kerry was just as good as fucking as he was playing guitar.

During his solo tours, you'd started meeting him in his dressing room. On the rare occasion that he brought someone back with him, there was a fifty-fifty that he'd give you the boot, or you'd have a threesome. Neither you were too bothered with. If he told you to scram, you could find someone to fuck fairly easily. Though, Kerry did have to tell his no-name lay of the night that no, you weren't his input, you were just fuck-buddies.

When he started touring with Johnny, he stopped bringing people back with him. You didn't think much about it. Kerry went through periods where he was more focused on his music than his dick, and he was generally more comfortable talking about music with you than the random people he picked up. So, you figured that's what that had been about.

It's the last day of one of his tours—back in Night City because that's how both Johnny and Kerry ended their tours, and you're sitting in Kerry's changing room. It's an actual changing room, something that was a lot more common nowadays since his name actually meant something now. You're lounging on the couch in the room, scrolling idly on your phone while you wait for Kerry to come back.

The gig had ended maybe twenty minutes ago, but Kerry liked to linger and talk to fans for a bit. It'd been killer, so you know Ker was gonna pounce on you as soon as he gets into the room.

You don't bother to look up from your phone when you hear the door open. "Hey, Ker," you greet. When you don't get an immediate greeting back, you look up. Just in time for Kerry to grab your phone and toss it on the little coffee table in front of the couch, and crawl over you to cage you under him.

He grins at your surprised face, before leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips. "'ey, babe. Thanks for waiting."

"'Course," you say against his lips, pushing up to your elbows to chase him when he tries to pull away. He laughs, clearly amused, but presses back in to kiss you again.

His hands run up your sides while you drape your arms over his shoulders as he deepens the kiss. He tastes like cigarette smoke mixed with a little of that beer he likes. It's good, familiar. He still smoked and drank the same brands after all theses years.

His hair is soft when you tangle a hand in it, tugging gently at the strands. Kerry groans into your mouth. You untie his little bandana, tossing the fabric somewhere behind you. You'd find it later. You lick into his mouth, swallowing the moan he lets out.

Kerry shifts on top of you to straddle one of your thighs. He grinds against you, and it's not long before he's breaking the kiss to pant against your cheek as he all but humps your leg.

You lean back to watch him. Kerry's eyes are closed in bliss, his lips parted, shiny with a mix of his and your spit. Your hands move to rest on his hips, thumbs slipping under his shirt to rub along his skin. "Gonna get off like this?" You ask him, half teasing and half curious. He's done it before, rode your thigh and then ate you out in return. It's not really what you were in the mood for, but you'd suck it up for Kerry.

Lucky you, though, Kerry shakes his head, grinning shakily at you. "Nah, jus' buying time."

That makes your eyebrows shoot up. "Yeah?"

"Mhm." Kerry moans a little. He bites his bottom lip, sucking in a breath as he slows the drag of his hips. "Got somethin' good today."

Kerry's version of good differed from day to day. But, he rarely planned something that wouldn't get you off, so you trusted him, oddly enough. Still, you say, "Hope it's my definition of good," as you drag him down into another kiss.

Kerry just laughs against your lips before licking into your mouth.

When he pulls back again, you start tugging on his clothes. Kerry sits up enough to let you get his shirt off. You take the opportunity to ogle his chest a bit. Thin, pale scars line under his pecs, mirroring the ones you had on your own. He looked good, looked right.

Kerry preens under your eyes, straightening up to give you a better view. He'd always been hot, and he knew that. Even back when you'd first met him, and he'd just been binding his chest and stuffing his boxers with ratty old socks (on the rare occasion he actually wore underwear). He'd been hot then, too, but he's hotter now, like he looked.. right in a way he hadn't before.

You idly think if Kerry thought the same of you. You both started transitioning the same year. From binders and a flat chest to the countless shots you did for each other, you'd seen each other through it all.

Before Kerry can get pissy that you're just staring at him, you sit up enough to get your hands on him. You run them along his tummy up to his pecs where you trace his scars. Your fingers trail along them to his nipples. Kerry arches into your touch as you pinch the buds between them. A needy puff escapes his mouth as you keep your touches teasing.

"C'mon," he huffs, tangling a hand in your hair to try and pull you closer. You think about further teasing him, making him tell you what he wanted. You ultimately decide against it 'cause Kerry's dark, perky nipple is practically begging for your mouth.

You cup his pec, grabbing his by the hip with your free hand to tug him just a fraction closer. At the same time, Ker drags your head forward by your hair. You drag your tongue over the bud, relishing the hitch in his breath it gets you. Kerry's looking down at you when you look up, bottom lip pulled between his teeth. You grin around his nipple, showing off the way your teeth indent the tanned skin of his pec.

His palm cradles the back of your head as his eyes flutter shut. "That's it," he rumbles as you wrap your lips around the bud, sucking. You tweak the other between your fingers, pinching it until Kerry tugs hard on your hair.

You let him pull you off his nipple to kiss you again. With his tongue down your throat, your hands go to his pants. His belt gets tossed the same direction his bandana was, and that's all it takes for his pants to get loose enough for you to shove them down his thighs.

Kerry manages to get his pants and shoes off all without getting out of your lap. It was hot. Really hot, actually.

Sat naked on your lap, Kerry starts tugging on your clothes. "Off," he demands, slipping his hands under your shirt. His hands are warm against your torso.

"Ask nicely," you tease, grinning coyly when he tuts at you. His palm connects with your cheek immediately after. The contact makes you groan, hips trying to jerk under his weight.

"Off," he repeats a little more forcefully, but instead of waiting for you to listen, he starts pushing up your shirt. You do make it easy for him to get it off you. Your shirt joins the growing pile on the floor.

Kerry sits back to look over you, eyes roving over your chest, your scars. His hands follow the track of his eyes, fingers tracing the thin scars under your chest down to your tummy that twitches under their feather-light touch. It still doesn't take Kerry much time to get his hands down your pants.

All he does is unbutton them enough for him to shove his hand down the front of them. He touches you through your boxers, framing your little cock. You're already hard and a little wet, and Kerry notices immediately. He seems a little smug he's got you like this just from a little kissing.

"You're easy," he chuckles, like you can't see that his own cock is hard, jutting from his pubes.

Instead of rising to the teasing, you flick his cock. It does what you want, forcing a gasp from him even as his hips jerk into the touch rather than away. It doesn't discourage him though. His fingers dip lower, two of them teasing at your hole through the thin fabric of your boxers. It has you grinding down on them, like he could get them inside you even with the barrier.

It's then, with Kerry naked and his hand down your pants, that the door creaks open. Neither you nor Kerry move beyond looking to see who was intruding. It wouldn't be the first time someone walked in on you, and most of the time, the person would apologize and walk out immediately.

What you don't expect, is to see Johnny Silverhand standing in the doorway. You glance at Kerry at the same time that he looks back to you, tongue between his lips as he smirks at you. "Somethin' good," he repeats from earlier, wiggling his eyebrows seductively.

"Seriously?" You can't help but laugh a little. Johnny agreeing to a threesome with you and Kerry seemed impossible. Had been, actually. Kerry's tried for the last three or so years to get Johnny to come to his changing room with him. How in the world had Kerry gotten him onboard now of all times, when their relationship was as rocky as it is.

Kerry must see the curiosity etched on your face because he preens, saying, "I won a bet."

Johnny audibly bristles, tutting at the door. "You cheated," he seethes.

It's an obvious lie. Johnny wouldn't be here if he truly thought Kerry cheated. You don't say anything, but Kerry does. "You're just a sore loser, J. Close the door and get over here."

Johnny looked like he was gonna be contrary, maybe hang out by the open door while Kerry got you off, but he seems to ultimately decide against it. The door closes behind him with a slam before Johnny stalks over to the couch.

It's then that Kerry extracts himself from your lap. You mourn the loss, but the sentiment is short-lived when you realize what's happening. You're getting a front row seat to what must be a thousand fans' dreams. Kerry fists a hand in Johnny's black hair, tugging him down just enough to get his mouth on the other rocker's. The kiss is audible. You can hear when Johnny licks into Kerry's mouth, the groan he gives when Ker bites at his lips.

You knew Johnny didn't do much of anything in half-measures, but seeing it firsthand, when he cups Kerry's pretty ass with his hands, bounces the flesh a little, was maybe one of the hottest things you'd seen. You let your hand slip into your boxers to toy with your cock while you watch them.

Kerry's grinning when he pulls away from Johnny. There's a thin strand of spit connecting them that frays when he turns towards you. His eyes dart to the movement in your boxers, but he doesn't seem surprised. Far from it, actually. His grin turns sly and he turns back to Johnny to lick a wet stripe up his neck.

Johnny's eyes level you over Kerry's shoulder, and you can't really pinpoint the look in his eyes. You'd say hungry, but when you lock eyes, he glances away, almost like he was embarrassed.. no, Johnny would never be embarrassed.

A sharp groan escapes the rocker as Kerry sinks his teeth into the flesh of his neck. You can see the way Kerry's skin indents when Johnny's grip on him tightens. Then Kerry was pulling away, a hand shoved against Johnny's chest as he pushes him towards the couch, towards you.

You barely get your legs moved before Johnny plants his ass on the middle cushion. Your hand slips free from your boxers as you watch Johnny. He's watching Kerry who'd walked back behind the couch. He's rummaging through something back there, a bag probably, but it doesn't concern you all that much.

Not like it's concerning Johnny who's leg is bouncing with his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. You sit up, the movement seemingly startling Johnny. "You good, rockstar?"

Johnny hides his surprise with a sneer. "'Course. Why? You think I'm scared of a couple pretty boys?"

You can't remember the last time you'd ever been called pretty. It sounds demeaning coming from Johnny. It makes you chuckle a little. "What was the bet, anyway?"

Before Johnny can answer, a bright blue strap with its harness gets dropped in your lap. Kerry leans over the back of the couch, grinning. "That I couldn't settle for one fuck-buddy for the tour."

And suddenly the lack of randoms made sense. You feel a smug sense of pride that out of everyone Ker's ever fucked, he stuck out the tour with just you. You must look the part 'cause Kerry lightly smacks you over the back of your head before climbing over the couch.

He settles back in Johnny's lap, hands sliding under his shirt even though his eyes are on you. Head jerking to the toy in your lap, Kerry more or less demands, "Put it on," before dipping down to kiss sloppily along Johnny's neck.

You do so. Pushing yourself off the couch, you shimmy your pants and boxers the rest of the way off and pull on the harness. It sits real comfortable on your hips, the only thing that could've made it better if it was one of those expensive ones that you could connect with your neural link. Maybe you'd get one eventually.

Johnny, for his part, eyes the thing over Kerry's shoulder. You give an exaggerated roll of your hips as you fist your cock, grinning at Johnny. "What? Is it bigger than yours?"

"You wish," Johnny sneers. Whatever he was going to say next dies with a groan when Kerry sinks his teeth into his flesh again.

Hands, chrome and 'ganic wrap tight around Kerry's hips. Kerry loves it if the way he squirms in Johnny's lap is anything to go by.

You come up behind him, pressing a kiss to the knob of his spine. "You're taking both of us?" You ask him.

You see Johnny stiffen up at the same time Ker beams at you. "Nah," he says before looking pointedly to Johnny. "He's takin' it."

Johnny's cheeks redden under yours and Kerry's gaze. You think to yourself how cute it looks. You'd take a picture if you could.

The clink of Johnny's belt draws your attention down low. You watch Kerry work his belt open like it was the easiest thing in the world. It gets flung to the side, clattering to the ground. Button popped next, Kerry pulls Johnny out of his pants.

You balk at his size a little. Sure, you'd heard him talk about how impressive his cock was, and you'd seen him chubbed in his pants more than a handful of time, but actually seeing it.. It was about the same size as your strap, which itself was on the bigger side 'cause Ker liked them big. No wonder he's wanted to get into Johnny's pants for years.

You only realize you'd been staring when Kerry leans back against you and you're drawn from your thoughts. You keep him upright with an arm around his waist. Soft lips graze your jaw, though your eyes are drawn to the movement between him and Johnny. Kerry's hand looks real good wrapped around Johnny's cock. He works Johnny over until his hips are flexing, trying to jerk up into the touch.

It makes Ker chuckle against your skin. "He's easier than you are."

Johnny slaps Kerry's thigh with his 'ganic hand, making the rocker jump. He grumbles, returns the favor by slapping Johnny's cock. Johnny seems to like it, though, growling as he leans forward to latch onto Kerry's neck.

Kerry's neck has always been sensitive. He loved having it kissed, grabbed, whatever. And maybe Johnny didn't know that, but he certainly didn't try to shy away when Kerry's noises pitched and he started grinding down on his length, rubbing their cocks together. You bend down enough to kiss and bite along the other side of Kerry's neck. One hand tangled in your hair and the other in Johnny's, Kerry squirms between you. You could probably get him to come like this. But that was neither what you wanted, or what Kerry had planned.

Before he gets too excited, he shoves both of you away. Johnny grumbles, and you take a step back to make room so Kerry can get up. He doesn't go far, sitting on the arm of the couch and beckoning Johnny with a sultry wave of his finger. Like a magnet, Johnny moves towards him. He even gets down on his knees by the arm when Kerry points to the floor.

His touch gets rough when he yanks Kerry's hips over the edge, though, like he had to make up for the fact . It's hard enough to make Ker grunt a little, though the sound immediately turns into a moan as Johnny shoves his tongue between his legs. Kerry lays back, tangling a hand in Johnny hair and rolling his hips against Johnny's face.

Johnny slurps lewdly around Kerry's cock, bobbing his head up and down the short length. It's really hot to watch, but when Kerry beckons you with his free hand, you go to him. You already know what he wants, having done this many times before. Tangling a hand in the back of his mullet, you turn his head. His lips brush against the head of your strap. He presses a sloppy, wet kiss to it before parting his lips and taking you in.

And, yeah, you couldn't actually feel it, but the sight alone brings a real nice fuckin' feeling with it. You rock your hips, pushing a little more of the toy into his mouth, and he just opens up so beautifully. Kerry's hand moves to the back of your thigh to keep you close as you roll your hips, shallowly fucking his mouth.

Kerry's eyes close, and you glance down to Johnny. His eyes are closed too, nose buried in the coarse hair of Kerry's pelvis. You can see his jaw working as he eats Kerry out, his 'ganic shoulder moving as he fingers him open. Your hips jerk at the sight, making Ker twitch, gag around you while his hand tightens in Johnny's hair. That, in turn, makes Johnny groan. His fingers dig harder into Kerry's skin where he was holding him.

Kerry's noises, though muffled around your strap, grow louder as he gets close. His nails dig into your skin as his hips start to jerk against Johnny's face. Then, he was pulling off your cock and throwing his head back. His hips roll, moans getting louder as his thighs clamp tight around Johnny's head. You bite your lip at the sight. You were well acquainted with that, almost wishing you were in Johnny's shoes right then.

Kerry shouts as he comes, rocking his hips to ride it out against Johnny's tongue. He grins up at the ceiling as his chest heaves, looking blissed. Johnny looks similar, eyes still shut as he simply breathes against Kerry's thigh. Until Ker's legs fall limp and Johnny's able to lift his head. He realizes he's being stared at at that point. That familiar hardness returns to his eyes as he tries to glare at you, though it doesn't do anything to mitigate just how sated he seemed to be, face shiny with slick and chest heaving.

"What're you starin' at?" He grumbles when he finally parts from Kerry.

"You look good when you're not running your mouth." You grin when he sneers and wipes his mouth on the back of his 'ganic hand. It doesn't do much but spread the shine across his cheeks and his arm.

You catch another glimpse of his cock when he rocks back on his feet. It was hard before, but now it looked almost painful. Flushed a deep red, tip dripping with pre, it looked ready to burst at any moment.

Your attention is drawn back to Kerry when he shifts, the leather of the couch creaking as he shuffles down the couch so he could stretch out. He shines with sweat, and his cock looks really similar to Johnny's. Wet and flushed dark and still hard.

"Johnny, c'mon," Kerry breathes, patting the space between his legs as he further spreads them.

"Fuckin' greedy brat," the rocker mumbles even as he settles between his legs. Leather drags against leather as Johnny knees closer to Kerry, the head of his cock brushing against Kerry's oversensitive one, which makes him gasp, his back arch a little.

As Johnny lines himself up, you slide in behind him. You can see him tense. "Calm down, Johnny boy," you huff, amused. "Unless you're gonna pussy out."

"In your dreams," Johnny sneers, like the idea of being a pussy was worse than fucking two men. It probably was to him.

He gets pulled down by Kerry, a tanned arm wrapping around his shoulders so they could kiss. Johnny's chrome hand keeps him propped up, his 'ganic one groping the meat of Ker's thigh as presses into him. Kerry moans happily as he's filled out, the sound swallowed by Johnny.

You grab the bottle of lube Kerry'd set out, popping the cap and ignoring the way Johnny flinches at the sound. You rub it between your fingers, warming it until Johnny bottoms out in Kerry. You press your index to his rim. Smearing the liquid around him, you get him decently wet before pressing the tip of your finger into him.

He's tight around you. You figured he'd never done this before, but it was just occurring to you that he probably hadn't even had a chick finger him a little while she was blowing him. You find yourself grinning to yourself. You'd not popped anyone's cherry in years.

It takes a while for Johnny to relax, for you to be able to get past your second knuckle. Kerry swallows each of Johnny's choked groans. The couch under you creaks, and you can only assume it's Kerry trying to get Johnny deeper into him.

Johnny starts to open up for you the longer you pump your finger into him, the longer Kerry kisses him, until they're both breathless and they have to part. Kerry meets your eyes over Johnny shoulder when he leans down to kiss over Ker's neck.

"Tight?" Kerry asks, teases. He gasps when it nets him a hard bite from Johnny.

"Mhm." You give Johnny's ass a squeeze with your free hand before spreading him so you can watch your finger disappear into him. "Fuck, don't think I've fucked anyone this tight since we were teens."

"Will you two shut up?" Johnny snaps, looking over his shoulder at you. His cheeks are undeniably red, and you just barely hold back your grin.

"What? 's not a bad thing," you chuckle, easing a second finger into him just to hear him choke on his next words, his eyes fluttering.

"Fu-uck you."

"'Lax, Johnny." Kerry echoes your chuckle, tangling a hand in the back of Johnny's hair to pull him into another kiss. Johnny grumbles, but lets Ker pull him down, licking greedily into his mouth to make him moan.

You pump your fingers steadily into Johnny, working him open carefully, 'cause as much as you'd like to rough him up, you figured it'd be a quick way to get him to storm out, lost bet or not. A third finger joins the first two, and Johnny tenses up again. It last only a moment before Kerry's fingers brush down his spine and he relaxes again.

You start to crook your fingers, searching for the spot that'll make him sing. It only takes you a few seconds to find it. The sound that leaves Johnny is absolutely sinful, sending a jolt of heat through you and making Kerry gasp and moan under him.

"The fuck was that?" Johnny croaks, spine falling limp as you withdraw your fingers.

"Don't know what a prostate is?" Kerry can't help but laugh, the sound only pitching when Johnny slaps him hard across his cheek. He uses his 'ganic hand, but Kerry's cheek still reddens where the contact happened.

You smear lube over your strap as you listen to Johnny snap at Kerry to shut his dirty mouth, though he shuts his dirty mouth when you press up against him, freshly lubed cock nudging between his cheeks.

Kerry's hands do the favor of spreading Johnny open as you press the head of your cock against his hole. You hear Johnny suck in a breath, head hanging low as he forces himself to relax as you start pushing in.

"Attaboy," you croon, the head popping past his rim before Johnny can bite back. He just moans shakily. You really wished you could feel him around the toy like you could your fingers. Your strap was bigger than three fingers and you'd love to feel how tight he was around it.

You move steadily, listening to the choked off groans escaping Johnny's mouth. You don't give a second to get a full breath in before you've bottomed out.

"Look at you." You whistle lowly, leaning back just enough to really see how he's stretched out around you. He looks really fuckin' good. Like he was made for taking cock. You draw out halfway.

Johnny warbles out a groan, the sound melting into something awful close to a whimper as you press back in. His hips jerk forward, jostling Kerry and making him gasp and bite his lip, squirming under Johnny. The squirming makes Johnny squirm in turn. Stuck between you and Kerry with no place to go, he just presses into Kerry before shoving back against you.

When you draw your hips back again, Johnny's follow. And when you glance up, you can see the flush creeping down the back of his neck and bleeding across his shoulder, under his shirt. It makes you smile to yourself.

You push back in steadily, listening to both men under you moan in tandem. Knowing both can take it, you start a fast pace. Your thighs slap hard against the backs of Johnny's with every thrust into him. His slap against Kerry. You fuck them both, listening to the sounds of their moans as they fill the air.

Johnny's certainly louder. How anyone could be louder than Kerry was baffling to you, but there he was, moaning like his life depended on it everytime you bottom out.

You grab his hips as you lean forward, mouthing at his bare, 'ganic shoulder. His skin is hot under your lips. You sink your teeth in, relishing the way it gets Johnny to shove his hips back against yours. You suck a mark into his skin.

You shift, nuzzling against Johnny's neck. "Made to be fucked," you purr into his ear, licking a hot line up his neck.

Johnny just gasps, groaning your name in what you can only assume an attempt to get you to shut up. You don't know if it's the newness of it all or if he was truly just this easy with the way he was actually, but you didn't really care. Johnny was fucked dumb, mute, finally not running his big mouth.

Your thoughts are cut short when Kerry surges up, a hand grappling for the back of your neck to kiss you over Johnny's shoulder. Kerry licks into your mouth, moaning as you fuck him via Johnny.

When he breaks the kiss with a sharp nip to your lower lip, his attention gets turned to Johnny's neck. He kisses and bites and sucks at the pale skin, leaving a myriad of marks that match yours on Johnny's shoulder.

You take after him, biting and leaving more marks across Johnny's back. Johnny would looked mauled by the end of this, and he would love it if the way he showed off any of his other outputs' marks was anything to go off of.

You drag your tongue across the spot where his chrome meets his skin, and hear him honest to god whine. You do it again, and again and again and again, licking, biting, and kissing on and around that seam. It's not long before he's trembling under you.

Johnny comes suddenly with a shout, hips twitching pathetically between you and Kerry as he spills inside his fellow rocker. And Kerry loves it. He moans a mess against Johnny's neck, reaching down between them to work his fingers over his own cock to bring himself to another orgasm.

You fuck them both through their orgasms, until they're twitching weakly, Johnny laying flush against Kerry once his arms finally gave out, his face tucked against the other's neck. Kerry has a hand in Johnny's hair, stroking through the sweaty locks as he watches you.

You finally still, resting a warm hand on the dimpled small of Johnny's back. "You really are easy," you muse, chuckling quietly at the responding disgruntled grumbling Johnny responds with.

He arches his back when you start to pull out, and you're sure he would've tried to follow if he was in any other position. As it was, you slip free with a quiet pop, watch his hole gape and wink at you for a couple seconds before he tightens up again. You give his ass a pat before standing.

Kerry watches you remove the harness and toss it to the side. Completely bare again, Kerry's eyes lock onto your cock. He licks his lips when you frame it, jerking the short length.

He pushes at Johnny who pushes him back, keeping his 'ganic one pressed to Ker's chest as he sits up enough to look at you.

You get impatient quickly. "You two just gonna stare or is one of you gonna get me off?"

"I'm tryin'!" Kerry snips, grabbing Johnny by the throat and giving him a shake. You can hear his breath hitch at the contact, and he finally gets off of Kerry. Kerry still groans a complaint when Johnny's softening cock slips free, a little cum trickling free with it. Probably not the worst thing that's gotten on the couch.

Johnny stands while Kerry grabs your hand and tugs you back to the couch. He pulls you into a kiss, his fingers replacing yours on your cock. Your hips flex and roll against his fingers as his tongue licks into your mouth.

Vaguely, you can hear Johnny tucking himself in, the clink of a belt and a zipper being pulled up.

You think.. well, you're too busy to really think about Johnny while Kerry's getting you off, so when someone throws your legs over their shoulders, you startle.

Kerry doesn't let you pull away, free hand gripping the back of your neck to keep you in place when warmth ghosts over your cunt, when a hot tongue licks over you.

Chrome spreads you and you flinch when something cold drips down you. Did he just spit on you? Kerry's grip still doesn't relent, and you finally give in, relaxing under his hands, under Johnny's mouth.

You tangle a hand in Johnny's hair, pulling him closer to your cunt. You feel him groan against you but he doesn't even try to pull away. In fact, he presses closer. Close enough that you're sure he can't breathe as his nose buries itself in your pubes.

You'd be proven true with that thought when Johnny pulls away with a gasp. Kerry lets you break the kiss this time, and you both glance down at Johnny. Red-faced Johnny, eyes glazed in the short second you could see them before he's pressing close, licking through your folds again and gripping tight on your thighs. Fuck, you hope they bruised.

Heat coils low in your stomach, and you find yourself canting your hips, rolling them over Johnny tongue, up into Kerry's fingers where he's still jerking you off. You wouldn't last much longer, not after the earlier teasing, the show you got, Kerry's gorgeous fingers, and Johnny's fuckin' talented mouth on you.

Kerry grins, leans in close to kiss under your ear. "Close, yeah?" His voice has dropped an octave and it sends a shiver tearing down your spine. His eyes are locked on Johnny even as he talks to you. "Come on, make a mess."

He bites into your neck, and that's all it takes for your hips to jerk, thighs locking around Johnny's head. He and Kerry work you through your orgasm, till your legs are trembling and you're pushing them both away lest they tempt you into another round.

Johnny pulls back first, letting your limp legs drop off his shoulders. He uses your knees to push himself to his feet. You watch him through lidded eyes, and watches you watch him, till he seems to come to a decision and leans down to capture your lips in a messy, wet kiss. Tasting like you, he licks into your mouth, bites at your lip. You return the favor. You pull back when you taste copper.

Johnny seems satisfied, smirking over you as you tongue at the inside of your lip. You huff. "Asshole."

"Gets you goin'," Johnny retorts, giving you a little shove with his chrome hand. And yeah, it did. Didn't make him any less of an asshole, though. Kerry laughs till Johnny gives him the same treatment and then leaves without another word. So much for any post coital cuddling. You click your tongue. Bastard.

With Johnny gone, though, Kerry seems to see an opportunity, jumping back on you. He shoves you flat against the couch, kissing you again. You return it eagerly, holding onto his hips as he slots your sweaty pelvises together, still hard cocks pressed flush to each other. Johnny's cum leaks from Kerry's cunt to yours, smearing against you where Ker grinds against you.

You didn't mind the quick turn at all. You were still hard, and it didn't seem all that fair that Kerry's got to come twice already. You grin into the kiss, Kerry returning it as your cocks slide together. Yeah, you didn't mind this one bit. Johnny's abrupt absence leaves your mind, though unbeknownst to you and Kerry, he hasn't gone far.