Ever so gradually Quinten pushed the tip against the back of his throat, almost as if he were testing the resistance, his gag reflex kicking in with a twitch of his nose. Brian watched him fastidiously, putting trust in Quinten but ready to pull out at a moment’s notice, but unlike last night, his brother was infinitely more relaxed, and with nothing but a quiet grunt, Brian felt himself slide through.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Brian encouraged, his voice a low rumble, “you’re doing it.”
Quinten’s eyes were watering but he didn’t seem freaked out or pressured. He blinked the tears away then pulled back, letting Brian’s cock free from the tight clutch. The hand he had around the base reflexively tightened as he did it again and again, going faster and deeper each time. His eyes were closed in concentration but Brian openly stared at him, his lips parted in awe as his big cock was swallowed almost to the hilt by his little brother. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight. Quinten looked so utterly in the zone. It was hot, and he felt stupid for trying to discourage this.
Abruptly, Quinten yanked his mouth off of him to suck on air instead, his gasps deep but slow. Brian didn’t mind it, his eyes moving to make a pointless note of the mixture of cum and mucous coating his cockhead. The shaft was a ruddy red and entirely drenched in saliva, the veins bulging obscenely and beating with life; it almost looked like a shiny art piece, striving for the sky. Brian idly ran his fingers through his brother’s bangs, which did its job of calming the panting eighteen-year-old.
Quinten let out a little laugh, the sound flaky with specks of semen. “Fuck, I can’t get over how thick you are. It feels like I’m suffocating.”
Brian flicked his gaze up, instantly concerned. “If it’s hurting you-”
“It’s not,” Quinten insisted. Then he smiled a secretive little smile that would have looked all the better if he wore a pair of devil’s horns on his head. “At least not yet.”
Brian knew what that meant. His brotherly instincts reared its head but he wisely kept his mouth shut and watched as Quinten stuffed the entire thing inside his mouth and down his throat like a man starved. He paused, his body convulsing mightily at the initial breach, but he managed to collect himself quickly. As he started moving his head languidly up and down, his hands wandered upwards to slide beneath the hem of Brian’s sweater, searching for his nipples. His crafty little fingers rubbed them almost curiously once he found them, but those gentle caresses didn’t last. In a matter of seconds, Quinten began roughly pinching and tugging them to his heart’s content, the sharp sting of his actions sending a confusing cocktail of signals to Brian’s brain. He could’ve shoved Quinten away, but to his perverse pleasure he discovered that he liked the pain his brother inflicted on him. He liked it quite a lot, actually.
Moaning freely as Quinten attacked his nipples, Brian’s hips tilted to be closer, his legs widening until he was entirely at his brother’s mercy. Quinten, entirely comfortable at this now, found his stride, his movements becoming increasingly unhinged until he was outright slamming his throat down Brian’s cock, his lips kissing his furry pelvis every time. Brian tried not shout his pleasure, the remaining fragment of his rational brain reminding him that their parents were home and that his bedroom door was wide open. Knowing that they could be easily caught strangely enough made Brian all the more hornier. He could only imagine the look on their mother’s face if she were to walk by and discover her youngest giving his brother a violent blowjob. She’d probably scream bloody murder and have him arrested, but… it was totally worth the risk.
Before collapsing to his bed in a useless heap, Brian had the wherewithal to remove his turtleneck lest he overheat and faint, a notion that Quinten instantly agreed with judging by his throaty whimper and the way he stared thirstily at his brother’s chest. One hand moved away from his abused nipple to glide through the sweat sticking to his chest hair, the nub bright red and engorged from misuse, while the other continued to be assaulted. Brian watched the movement of his fingers in a slight daze, his body once more on autopilot so that he didn’t waste any energy on thinking, and it was because of that that he was able to give into temptation.
Pulling his feet up onto the mattress for leverage, Brian then placed both hands on his brother’s jerking head and started fucking Quinten’s throat in earnest, his ass completely leaving the bed with each hard thrust against his face. Quinten, taken off guard, gave a muffled scream that thundered deliciously up Brian’s dick, his eyes comically wide open. Then he started moaning like a sedated cat, his eyes rolling up and eyelashes rapidly fluttering. His loosened throat convulsed as Brian used him the way he wanted to be used, as a warm hole to make his boyfriend happy. To make his older brother happy. To make himself happy.
For the first time in years, Brian felt as if he understood his brother a little better.
Quinten went limp, allowing Brian to take full control. It should have horrified him. Watching his pelvis slam into his face, hearing the strangled gurgles and grunts, feeling the way drool ran like a waterfall over his balls and slicked his anus… Brian should have been drowning in shame that he was using his brother as a living sex doll. But Quinten wanted it, so Brian gave it to him.
“Such a good boy,” he praised, his words barely heard under the wet snaps.
Hearing him, Quinten managed to draw enough energy to make eye contact, his expression so open and mulled and full of desire that it took Brian’s breath away. What made it even more overbearing was the way his lips curled into an awkward but beautiful smile. Brian tensed up, unable to look away from the lovely, erotic mess that was his little brother, and with one final thrust that made his toes painfully cramp, tossed his head back.
“Uhuhh! Quinntennnnnn!”
Brian keened like a drunken fool as his orgasm punched out of him and coated Quinten’s throat with fresh semen. His grip on his brother’s skull became a vice, and while he knew it had to hurt, he had trouble getting his limbs to cooperate. Quinten didn’t seem to care, his responding moan guttural, his trembling lips unyielding around the pulsing cock and head continuing to bob. His nails dug into the flesh of Brian’s ass and shaking thighs hard enough to leave bruises, selfishly keeping him pulled close in a mockery of a hug. Loud gulps soon followed as Quinten attempted swallowing his seed down, but it came too much and too fast for him to keep up with, the excess backwashing and bathing the shaft he had nestled in his mouth.
Eventually Brian’s ass relaxed back onto the bed, his face smoothing back to normal after having scrunched up when he came. He let out a shaky sigh and lazily picked his head up to see how Quinten was doing. Between his quivering legs, Quinten looked like he had seen the light. His eyes were closed and he was still swallowing, one hand now leisurely squeezing the rest of his brother’s cum into his mouth while the other held loosely to his upraised knee. He looked like he was at peace and in no hurry to wrap things up. Which was fine by Brian. He liked watching Quinten, liked seeing the dribble of drool and cum streaking his chin and the mussed up way his hair stuck up in all directions, his cheeks cherry red and sweaty. Truthfully, he looked like a debauched angel coming down from a fervor of praying to a higher being. But what Brian loved most was that he’d been the one to do this to him.
Brian’s hips twitched one last time, causing his brother to open his forest green eyes and stare back at him. With one final suck, he let Brian’s flaccid dick slide free from his mouth before taking the time to carefully clean him up by licking away the mess all the way from the tip down to his taint, his pink tongue coated with a thick layer of pearly cum, which Brian considered to be pretty hot. So hot, in fact, he wanted nothing less than to stick his own tongue down his brother’s used throat and taste it for himself.
“Well?”
Brian snapped out of his daze. Quinten was watching him expectantly while he dragged his sleeve across his mouth and chin. Had he missed something?
“Well what?”
Quinten rolled his eyes, but he was fighting a smirk. “Ah. Goofy expression. Loss of brain function. Blank stare. I consider that a job well done.”
Brian still had no idea what he was talking about, but he nodded back as if he agreed. Seeing through it, Quinten lost composure and started giggling. It had zero right to be that adorable.
“Yeah, yeah… so funny,” he muttered.
“It kinda is, yeah,” Quinten told him brightly. He stood up with a pained groan and took a moment to rub his sore knees. “Should invest in a comfy pillow…”
“Shit,” Brian blurted, his eyes riveted to the obvious bulge in his brother’s jeans. For some reason it hadn’t occurred to him that Quinten would get aroused, and now that he was seeing it, he was hit with a sinking feeling in his gut. Not because his brother is hard but because he’d probably been last night, too, and Brian had left him angry and upset. The sourness of their fight had to have diminished any enjoyment he would have gotten from it, which made it all the worse for his conscious.
Quinten followed where he was looking and blushed, looking awkward. “Oh, yeah. Sorry.”
“What for?”
“I doubt you want to see that,” Quinten mumbled, turning away to hide it.
Brian sat up and grabbed his wrist before Quinten could run off, confused by his reaction. “What if I do?”
Quinten shot him a curious look but didn’t respond. Brian offered him a placating smile, then lowering his eyes, started unfastening his pants. Quinten shifted his weight as though wanting to flee, but otherwise he didn’t move. When Brian finished and tried easing his clothes down, he reached out and captured his wrists, halting him.
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