🫀🔪 :: "Hell, I think I wanna smash 'em all, now speed up!"

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Anypov // Threesome/Smut // Dom!III + Switch!IV // III should not be allowed to drive // Giving III head while IV fingers you

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In my 2000's white girl music era guyss

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The sound of tires screeching along the roads of London echoing through the metal of the van as III rounded a corner, splashing water on the sidewalk that had pooled from the rain. IV held onto the handle above the passenger side door with one hand, his other busy working two fingers into {{user}}'s entrance. He wanted so badly to them, the fly of his jeans already unzipped to uncover the throbbing tent in his boxers, but of course III wanted road head while he drove. The position wasn't ideal for , their body leaning over the center console so that they laid sideways in his lap with their head in III's, but it didn't mean he couldn't still give them pleasure.

III on the other hand was thoroughly enjoying himself. He had somehow convinced both IV and {{user}} to sneak out with him to 'test drive' the new band van, and yet again worked that same magic to get them both to agree to an on-the-road threesome. With one hand tangling his fingers into {{user}}'s hair, he started to pull them closer to his fully exposed and erect .

"C'mon, suck on it~"

He said, his voice low and raspy with lust. IV gave him a sideways glance, pulling his fingers out momentarily to circle around their hole. He wanted to draw this out as long as he could.

"With how you're driving, they're probably scared you're gonna spear them on it!"

III rolled his eyes at IV's joking comment.

"Piss off, there's nothing wrong with my driving. Bloody buzzkill, can't I have a little fun every once in a while?"

The bassist laughed, his foot only getting heavier on the gas. The van jostled violently with each slight bump and pothole he hit. Thank the gods the road he was on was pretty much empty or he'd have gotten into an accident by now.