𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑵𝒀 𝑴𝑨𝑼𝑹𝑶.

⠀⠀❪⠀𝐷𝑅𝑈𝑀𝑀𝐸𝑅.⠀❫ ⠀❛⠀𝑰've swallowed myself but the 𝐟𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 ⠀⠀𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬. 𝑰'm numb to the pleasure⠀. . .⠀but still 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 ⠀⠀𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧.⠀❜ 

[𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑵𝒀 𝑴𝑨𝑼𝑹𝑶. @servatorisism]

⠀⠀❛ 𝑆𝑜 𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒. ❜

⠀⠀detailed. experienced. 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. multiship & multiverse. drummer for 𝑴𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆.
⠀⠀ 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝.

[𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑵𝒀 𝑴𝑨𝑼𝑹𝑶. @servatorisism]

@exemplvm » Bryce accommodated to get comfortable before he even joined. His comfort was far more superior to Vinny's, seeing as the drummer was a guest and he was invited up here anyway.
Once settled, a leg hitched over Bryce's waist with a hand upon his toned chest.

[𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑵𝒀 𝑴𝑨𝑼𝑹𝑶. @servatorisism]

@exemplvm Luckily, Vinny was already dressed for the occasion with a hoodie and some sweatpants—also discarding his hoodie to put where Bryce had put his.
The cold meant more blankets and more cuddling.

He neared the foot of the bed and knelt down on it's surface, waiting for how »

[𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑵𝒀 𝑴𝑨𝑼𝑹𝑶. @servatorisism]

@exemplvm » a lot cooler in temperature, able to feel the light breeze from the central air system kicking in—circulating to keep the heat and humidity out of Bryce's home.
Personally, as a guy from New England, Vinny didn't like the humidity and heat all too much.

It's gross.

[𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑵𝒀 𝑴𝑨𝑼𝑹𝑶. @servatorisism]

@exemplvm Even if Bryce thought it was cliche, Vinny always wanted someone to say that to him, now quietly blushing toward him as they ascended the staircase.
It's a path he never imagined he would take, but at least he knew he would be getting a good cuddle.

The upstairs was «

[𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑵𝒀 𝑴𝑨𝑼𝑹𝑶. @servatorisism]

@exemplvm » dragging his finger tips along the other's triceps as means to feel every and all areas that his companion had. They knew each other like open books and Vinny wouldn't want it anyway else.
Especially with Bryce; it was just special.

[𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑵𝒀 𝑴𝑨𝑼𝑹𝑶. @servatorisism]

@exemplvm The vibrations from Bryce's voice against his neck made Vinny buckle a bit, but pulled his head back to peer upon the fighter's visage with a gentle simper.
“Of course. Do you need anything before we lay down?”

He would cater to Bryce's every will if he could, quietly »

[𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑵𝒀 𝑴𝑨𝑼𝑹𝑶. @servatorisism]

@exemplvm » under Bryce's influence as he sighed, inviting the fighter closer with a hand upon his head—receiving chills from the sensation of someone breathing against his neck.
It's a sensitive spot to begin with, nevermind having Bryce there.

It all felt so perfect.

[𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑵𝒀 𝑴𝑨𝑼𝑹𝑶. @servatorisism]

@exemplvm The overwhelming sensations were sparking like shortened circuits that had been overcharged by a clash of lightening, able to feel the tingle within his finger tips and stomach.
It even made his heart flutter.

Vinny had been dreaming of this for a very long time, clearly »

[𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑵𝒀 𝑴𝑨𝑼𝑹𝑶. @servatorisism]

@exemplvm » felt far more attached and protective of Bryce—leaving them here in this moment, where he was practically floating on cloud nine with a stomach full of butterflies.
The brunette withdrew after a few moments, looking up at the fighter with expecting eyes.

It felt right.

[𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑵𝒀 𝑴𝑨𝑼𝑹𝑶. @servatorisism]

@exemplvm They both never imagined this would happen, but it had been on Vinny's subconscious for a very long time—constantly antagonizing the musician for his worth.
At first, he thought that was just his hormones talking.

Then, the longer their relationship grew closer, Vinny »

[𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑵𝒀 𝑴𝑨𝑼𝑹𝑶. @servatorisism]

@exemplvm » very impatient, and just watching Bryce lean in with caution drove him mad—just accepting the speed as a way to slowly appreciate this moment they had been sharing.
When close, Vinny leapt to close the rest of the distance.

He's a sparky little brat but he couldn't wait.

[𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑵𝒀 𝑴𝑨𝑼𝑹𝑶. @servatorisism]

@exemplvm There is a slight tremble within his hands after the fallout from hours prior, but the shake had been solidified when he held onto Bryce's biceps for balance.
He was a lot shorter, practically looking up at the fighter at a ninety degree angle.

Vinny was known to be »

[𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑵𝒀 𝑴𝑨𝑼𝑹𝑶. @servatorisism]

@ARTlSMS “Nonsense. . I'm not letting you walk. It's fucking hot outside—what is your address?”

He was standing so he could relay it to the driver, who had been escorting the band for several tours by now—his name is Dale.

[𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑵𝒀 𝑴𝑨𝑼𝑹𝑶. @servatorisism]

When the set ended, the group looked exhilarated but exhausted at the same time, Vinny standing from his stool to throw the drumsticks.
He did it every show, rewarding two lucky fans with something to go home with.

They filed out off the stage, staggering down the platform.

[ares. @WARlSMS]

Armani watched in awe, grinning and dancing a bit. There was so much energy in the place.
"I see why you like them!"

[𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑵𝒀 𝑴𝑨𝑼𝑹𝑶. @servatorisism]

@exemplvm » right upon his wrists to squeeze and pull him even closer. Whatever was bound to happen was not just out of impulse. .
On Vinny's part, it was well thought out.

“Kiss me. .”

[𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑵𝒀 𝑴𝑨𝑼𝑹𝑶. @servatorisism]

@exemplvm Vinny was just scared with how vulnerable the two were, a fragrantly sensitive tremble within his legs as he watched Bryce near his position by the door.
It was something he had been craving. . Thinking about a lot.

His hands dared to scale Bryce's forearms, landing »

[𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑵𝒀 𝑴𝑨𝑼𝑹𝑶. @servatorisism]

@ARTlSMS Vinny loved to see everyone's reaction when they stepped inside at first—the guys were conditioned to it all, so they just smiled at Mani.
The drummer kicked up his legs, quietly listening to the chatter.

“Where is your place?”

[𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑵𝒀 𝑴𝑨𝑼𝑹𝑶. @servatorisism]

@ARTlSMS “This is our home for three months. . Pretty sweet considering it has to house us—the crew gets a second RV.”

Vinny smiled and gestured for Mani to sit, standing aside so the guys could pass through and take a seat as well.

[𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑵𝒀 𝑴𝑨𝑼𝑹𝑶. @servatorisism]

@BVILTFORWAR “Same. . If you can't stomach a good jump scare and the cult classic Carrie—then we can't be friends.”

The drummer chuckled at the joke, personally taking interest in that saying. . He should put it on a shirt.

[𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑵𝒀 𝑴𝑨𝑼𝑹𝑶. @servatorisism]

Does he have room for more tattoos?
Just barely.

[𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑵𝒀 𝑴𝑨𝑼𝑹𝑶. @servatorisism]

@ARTlSMS “It is. C'mon, let's get on the bus and drive you home.”

Vinny stood and walked with Mani, followed by a procession of musicians, all surrounded by crew members that laughed about inside jokes.

[𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑵𝒀 𝑴𝑨𝑼𝑹𝑶. @servatorisism]

“I want attention.”

Makes grabby hands.