ziggyplayedguitar | The Terror Tour

Current Location: The Plunge, NYC, NY

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The Terror Tour

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Ziggy was happy to bring everyone out to a upscale bar in New York City. This was a celebration of all three bands coming together for a tour. It was going to be rowdy and certainly blow up social norms. He loved it and the others did as much as he did.

The Hammers, The Hell's Angels, and The Spiders from Mars were going to bond over booze and food at The Plunge. Bar, restaurant and rooftop pool with a DJ. It was everything they needed to unwind. He left Mick for a moment once free of the elevator to call up Jack. He was all too willing to bring up a gang of boys and girls and some of the more androgynous Diamond Dogs for the evening. Food and booze on Ziggy and the other bands to pay for their own wants or needs. There would be a whole group of punk and glam Dogs here soon, all young in the 18-25 range which was suitable since that was around all the bands' ages too. Then he went to rejoin Mick and get a drink.

Gloria walked slowly with Weird, worried but glad they were free of the elevator.

"Do you want me to get my own bed?" Rik teased between laughs when he was questioned about his decision to stay in the other guitarist's room. He leaned in whispering. "I like sleeping with you, in any bed."

He giggles as he's pulled out of the elevator, slipping away to wrap his arms around Billy as they walk. It's awkward and he's laughing but this is what was missing for months now.

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That just had Viktor laughing. Did he really want Vars to make him scream? Of course he did. The Brit wasn't about to speak out loud about what he wanted though since Viktor was a shy man regarding his feelings and speaking about what he truly wanted. Actions spoke louder than words with him.

"You think you can make me scream, mate? I dare you."

It was almost a challenge and Viktor was loving how deep the bassist's cock was now penetrating into his ass. Gasping and swearing under his breath, Viktor arched up and moaned deeper and louder. He was starting to lose his composure and give into what Vars was offering him. A thick, fat hot cock.

"Fuck!---"

He pulled himself off his lover's cock and then slammed back down, almost crying out with pleasure. His long hair cascading down his back.

Vars couldn't take that challenge, not now. At first he only growled but the way Viktor was moaning and the submission as he gave in to Vars was too much for the bassist. The next time Viktor pulled forward Vars grabbed a handful of Viktor's hair and shoved him roughly, face down into the seat.

"Pretty boy scream like my bitch." He snarled those words at Viktor while shifting to pin the taller punk down. The viciousness in his voice was completely lust; dominant and full of want. He held tight to the long hair while his other hand slid down Viktor's side, grabbing at his hips. Viktor's masculinity got Vars even hotter as he worked at maneuvering himself between Viktor's legs.

Viktor grunted when he felt his face being pushed into the seat on the limo. The dominance had the Brit punk growling with want and need as he began to cry out deep and wanting. He was vocal during sex and now Vars was about to find that out as his ass was being pounded by Norwegian cock. Fuck, it felt good.

"You'll have to ah!---fuck me harder to make me scream, Spiky."

Glancing back, Viktor groaned and loved how the bassist was touching his hot aching body all over. It was just what the singer wanted as he loved the feeling of being filled up. It hurt but it was a good hurt and he wanted more, panting and gasping.

Every cry from the Brit was nearly echoed by a growl from the Norwegian. Those sounds, the submission, had him panting and wrapping his hand up in Viktor's hair until the entire length, nearly, is wrapped in his fingers.

"You scream before done." Vars would have that scream from the singer. He'd heard him scream on stage, get loud, and now all he wanted was that kind of sound cried in pleasure. Using his hair, Vars bared the back of the other punk's neck, then bit, hard, right where neck and upper back met and over the spine. For most people it made their skin feel electric or sent shivers through them. It's also a dominant move to growl while still biting down on his lover. Vars' digs his feet into the seat for leverage to pound the other punk harder. In the back of his mind he knows this might be hurting his lover but he's so tight that it's hard to resist. Panting, growling and still biting Viktor's nape Vars starts digging his short nails into the singer's hip, scratching as he yanks him into the thrusts.

Had he screamed before? On stage yes. But that was to do with the performance rather than being fucked. Still, if Vars liked hearing the Brit scream then Viktor would scream. Fuck what anyone else thought. They were alone and this was their time together. That bite got more guttural moans spilling from the singer's lips, as he rocked back and took more of his lover's cock into his ass.

"Fuck---harder! Yes--"

He knew he wouldn't last long like this since it had been a while since he'd had a fuck. Groaning deeply he growled and loved having his hair pulled. That felt so good. The punk moaned and then felt his cock throb painfully as he got ready to cum. His hands gripping the limo seat hard; his head thrown back as he screamed loud and clear.

Vars was worried he was being too rough but then Viktor asked for more and the punk obliged the request. He threw restraint to the wind and started pounding the other punk as hard as he could, aroused by the moans and just having Viktor pinned beneath him. That scream though was too much to take. The bassist bit harder, maybe drawing blood from Viktor's nape. The last few thrusts coming erratic and deep as he filled the punk's ass. It felt so good after wanting Viktor for awhile now.

Panting heavily, Vars finally let go of Viktor's neck, hips and hair. The dominance that had reared up subsided some now that Viktor wore his teeth marks on him. Some of the bites, and certainly the one on the back of the neck, were going to bruise and linger. Growling as he starts to come down, Vars slides his arm around Viktor's chest and kisses his shoulder lightly.

The Norwegian feels almost lightheaded from the orgasm and all the booze but it's not enough to deter the whisper.

"Pretty boy mine." He means it and he didn't share. His jealous streak as fiery as his temper and the Brit was his even if the possessiveness subsided with his calming, ragged breath.

Viktor loved it rough with Vars, whether it be fighting, talking or fucking. Right now he was crying out in pleasure, rasping and growling as he came hard, biting his lower lip until it bled. Fuck, he had wanted this! There were no words as he almost collapsed forwards onto the limo seat, panting hard and covered in sweat. His hair was cascading down his face which was tinged with a pink blush from sex.

"That was fucking good, mate. I've not---been fucked like that before."

The Brit eventually got his breath as he glanced back smiling and sighing in pleasure. It felt good to be filled by the Norwegian and Viktor knew there would be more sex to come. The booze and euphoria now filling the singer's body as he wiped at his face and waited for Vars to pull out so that they could kiss or whatever else would happen next.

As for the inside of the limo? It was pretty smashed up but it was totally worth it.

Vars took a moment to stroke the singer's naked body before pulling out and sliding off his back. He laid on his side against the back of the seat, wedging himself between the seat and Viktor so he could continue to touch him. The bassist is still panting while he watches the Brit, running his hand over the Brit's back and ass. He thought Viktor was hot before and now that was even more pronounced.

"Not last time fucked hard." Vars leaned in and bit the Brit gently on the shoulder. Vars would make out but part of him just wanted to hold the Brit and sleep. The booze and exertion was catching up with him.

After the rough and amazing fuck Viktor himself felt drained and tired as he slumped onto Vars, kissing the punk's lips and sighing. It had been an amazing experience and one Viktor wouldn't live down for a long time. He wanted this day burnt into his memory because Vars was one fucking amazing person.

"Yeah? You did a fucking amazing job, mate. Nice cock you have too."

A small laugh and Viktor was pulling Vars towards him into an embrace, just breathing and feeling sleep begin to tug at him through the haze of booze and exertion. His large rough hands stroking the bassist's back, enjoying the closeness and intimacy of it all. Would Robert care if the punks slept inside the limo for the night?

Vrs kept lazily touching Viktor, bonding with him by learning the feel of his skin.

"Good like cock." Vars started laughing as the taller punk pulled him in. "Pretty boy get lot cock stay in my bed." He wanted Viktor in his bed and groaned from the touch. The closeness was soothing and arousing. Vars shifted in the seat to lay mostly on his back and pull Viktor into his chest. He wants to sleep but not without the Brit close and in his arms. There's an undeniable spark he can feel between them.

Robert was already planning on parking the limo and putting the equivalent of a do not disturb sign on it. The punks had been wasted on booze when they got in and after the tussling in the back he had no expectation of the punks still being awake when they got back to the hotel. They could sleep it off in the back.

"Lot of cock, eh? Fuck yeah. That sounds good. For now I'm smashed and tired."

Viktor could barely keep his eyes open as he yawned whilst nuzzling into the bassist's neck, kissing it lightly. It had been an amazing evening and now the Brit had gained a lover it seemed. Hopefully, it would be more than a one night stand. This Vars man---he was tough and fucking hot. A keeper for sure. There was serious chemistry between the two punks and everyone could see it.

"How about we sleep now? I'm fucking exhausted."

Would Robert mind? Ah, whatever. Viktor began snoring loudly in a few minutes after finding a nice position to sleep.

Viktor pulling in closer, yawning and kissing, was perfect after a bout of rough sex. Something about the punk got under his skin and the chemistry as they shifted to find how their bodies fit together for sleep was electric.

"Not get up." Vars said sleepily as he pulled the Brit in tight. That grip loosening quickly as his eyes drifted closed. Viktor's dead weight as he fell asleep, even the snoring, was something the punk wanted to fill his nights. The feeling of falling asleep exhausted to the smell of booze, sweat, and leather with a lover in arms was something the Norwegian didn't realize he missed until he was falling asleep with his new lover.

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