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Sweat accumulates at the back of his neck, and, like he was reading his mind, Ajax puts his hand on it, massaging his nape. Bastard, Bennett wants to say, hissing as he adjusts himself on the couch, his essay still looking like a blank canvas and he has to turn it in tomorrow. Ajax is watching the TV with a small smirk, as if he doesn’t know what he’s doing to Bennett right now.
The vibrator sits snugly inside him, low enough not to be heard, but not strong enough to fulfill that gnawing need that aches to be released. Thank god for his oversized hoodie that’s covering half of his thighs since Ajax had practically begged him earlier that day to wear his (Ajax’s, not Bennett’s) favorite shorts. It was tight, hugging his ass the way Ajax loves but Bennett hates—considering that they’re in the living room with their parents conversing just behind them
None of this is in Bennett’s favor at the moment.
“Wear this for me, bunny, please?”
He lets out a sigh, pushing his pelvis forward just a bit. Ajax’s eyes dart to the side for a split second and he smirks even wider.
“B-but mom and dad are gonna leave later tonight… Why do I have to wear it now?”
Bennett had known, deep in his gut, the type of shit he was going to deal with as soon as Ajax’s grin turned into a full-blown smile that morning.
(He heard his poor parents’ feet shuffling downstairs, unaware of their children scheming behind their backs, their soft voices muffled by the distance. Yet his head was too fuzzy to care, having just woken up, and Ajax’s fingers were way too good and too delicious when he rubbed his clit slowly and inserted the dildo, giving his thigh a searing kiss as his hole swallowed it fully.)
“Good bunny. I’ll make sure to reward you, okay?”
Bennett didn’t like the way Ajax giggled when he glared at him, pulling his underwear up and patting his butt lovingly.
“Don’t look at me like that, baby, I promise you. Don’t forget to wear the panties, too”
“Ugh, fine.”
And Bennett wasn’t going to deny the way his pussy clenched around the toy when Ajax’s eyes changed into that menacing glare—the one he’d seen from him when he was protective even around his friends, angry at the guys who used to bully him all those years ago, when Ajax pounds into him and hits that spot perfectly…
“And don’t come.”
Bennett sits his foot under his butt, hoping to alleviate the way his cunt swells in his panties. It’s not obvious enough around their parents (and god, he just wonders how the hell they haven’t been caught yet), but just subtle enough for Ajax to notice just how bothered Bennett is. He massages his sweaty nape with his cold hand, but one glance and Bennett also notices the small tent in Ajax’s shirt, doing a poor job of hiding his arousal. Shameless piece of shit.
Well, both of them are shameless. Bennett feels a tiny bit bad for their parents that their kids are fucking behind their backs. He can imagine the heart attack his mom will have, or the fury from his dad that will surely kill him and Ajax. For now, he’s clouded by the need that’s focused in his gut, wanting to pump the toy inside him so badly , but he can feel Ajax’s hand tighten on his neck as if telling him to stop. He stills. He bites his lip from stopping the moan that’s threatening to escape his throat.
“Are you sure you’ll be okay, Bennett?” His mom asks from the counter. She’s already making comments on how flushed he is because he’s just so lucky that his body responds to arousal the same way he is with his fevers. The sweat drips down his forehead before turning his head from the couch.
“Yeah, I’ll be okay,” Bennett reassures her in the sweetest way possible. He’s not about to disrupt his parents’ his and Ajax’s night together just because she thinks he’s getting sick.
“Come on, darling. I’m pretty sure he can take care of himself.” His dad says, busying himself to prepare for their night out. “Besides, Ajax can look after him.”
“Yeah!” Ajax chirps up too enthusiastically. He turns to Bennett with those hypnotic eyes and plastic smile, hand retrieving from his neck and down to his thigh, making Bennett jolt from the contact. His panties are so soaked to the point that he feels his shorts are, too. He knows Ajax knows that by now. “I’ve taken care of Benny so many times already, Mom.”
He’s not exactly wrong, but the front they’ve put up for their parents is that Ajax was the boy who loves teasing his brother to the point of tears.
(To the point where Bennett is biting the inside of his cheek hard enough to draw blood, Ajax’s fingers pumping in and out of his pussy so quick and hard that he’s squirting and he can’t stop and Ajax doesn’t stop and Mom is just on the other side of the wall—)
“Fine, Ajax.” Their mom sighs exasperatedly. “Just let him rest if he’s not feeling good, please.”
Ajax gasps and laughs, feigning offense. “Do you not trust me that much, mother?”
Their conversation muddies in Bennett’s ears, trying his damnedest to fake writing the paper he’s pretty sure he’s just going to write tomorrow morning anyway, unable to focus with that dull throb assaulting the entire area between his legs. The more he clenches around the toy, the more his pussy twitches in pleasure, his clit so swollen by now that even the small dragging friction on his wet panties is giving his entire body goosebumps.
Ajax’s hand on his thigh is rubbing his hot skin lovingly, fogging up his brain. His entire body is shivering, the crawling feeling right up to his orgasm is starting to become inevitable. He wants to come, why did he agree to this in the first place?
Maybe it was because he agreed to this when he was still waking up. Yeah, that sounds like a good reason. Ajax has always been coercing him with shit like this for the longest time. Never mind the fact that Bennett can always reject him and Ajax would leave him alone, even if later that day Bennett would come crawling back with his face nuzzling his cock because he can never really stray away from his big brother’s touch.
His legs tense. He shifts the way he sits again, hoping that the toy doesn’t adjust too much inside him, because he’s not about to come right in front of his parents. And Ajax. Ajax told him not to come. He removes the foot under his butt and pretends to type away on his laptop.
“Right, Bennett?”
“Wh-what?”
Bennett spins his head towards Ajax, that fake smile just coveting him and scripting his words like a puppet, pulling his strings to get him out of his predicament. He’s a good brother. A very loving brother.
“Yeah,” Bennett agrees, not sure what he’s agreeing to at all. “Sorry, I really have to finish this essay by tomorrow.”
“Ajax, leave your brother alone.”
“I’m not doing anything!”
“Mom, it’s alright.” Bennett chuckles, trying to focus back on reality and not his aching pussy. “You and Dad can enjoy the night. Me and Ajax are gonna be fine.”
“See now?” His dad echoes back his sentiments, blissfully ignorant of their sons’ actions. “They’re not gonna trash the house either. Just relax.”
Their mom’s shoulders deflate, agreeing, even if it relieves Ajax and Bennett for entirely different reasons, so they go upstairs to prepare for their date night. Well, they’re going to be gone for a few days, but all Bennett is focusing on now is getting through this day in particular, letting out the breath he’s been holding as their parents disappear upstairs.
Bennett moans when his entire body relaxes and the pleasure doesn’t end, so Ajax scoots closer to his brother in comfort.
“You were perfect, bunny.”
“Ajax.”
“Just a few more hours.” Ajax kisses his cheek, putting his hand between Bennett’s thighs and under his hoodie. Bennett hisses when he presses his fingers against the toy, nudging it around and feeling the wetness covered by his shorts. He watches as he retrieves his hand and his fingers are covered in slick, biting his lip hard when Ajax brings it to his tongue and licks it. “So wet for me, baby. Can’t wait to fuck you hard tonight.”
“And tomorrow?” Bennett replies too quickly, horniness taking over his body as he stares into Ajax’s eyes. He’s completely forgotten about the deadline of that damn essay. Why does he care about it now? His pussy needs his big brother’s cock.
“And the day after that.” Ajax grins at him, rushing forward to give his baby brother a quick, hungry kiss, licking his lips and into his mouth. It leaves Bennett chasing when Ajax pulls away, his body throbbing to be fucked by Ajax. He wants his older brother to take care of him already. He promised.
“I want to come so bad.”
“Fuck,” Ajax’s hand presses down on his erection, wanting to relieve his own need, too. “Just a bit more, okay? You can do that for me, I know you will.”
Both of them jolt when they hear the footsteps on the floorboards, their luggage rattling loud enough to alarm them (much to their dismay). Ajax returns to watching whatever is on the TV while Bennett pretty much gives up on his essay and switches to another tab on a research paper he hadn’t bothered to read if it meant subtly showing that he is, in fact, working on his essay.
Ajax has already moved farther from Bennett, but the burn of his touch sears his skin, needing more of him even when he can’t. His cunt pulses around the dull vibrations of the toy, desperately wanting to replace the silicone with Ajax’s skin. When both their parents are out of sight just for a few moments, Bennett bites his lip and desperately glances at Ajax, grabbing his wrist when he reaches out for him because he just knows that if Ajax starts touching him again, he’s going to lose it.
It’s thirty more minutes of their parents shuffling around, with Bennett wondering how the vibe running in his pussy hasn’t drained of battery. He wants it to end, but also no. He will cry if that pleasure in his nerves abruptly stops, but he wonders what Ajax will do if he suddenly comes. Fuck, what will their parents think about this? They’ve already risked so much, once is already enough, but Bennett can’t see Ajax stopping. Can’t see himself stopping. one of the few ways luck is ever on his side is the fact that their parents haven’t questioned why their sons don’t have partners yet.
It would be easy to say that they’re just not interested, but no parent would ever want to guess that it’s because they’re fucking each other.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Bennett?”
He jumps when he feels his mom’s hand touch his neck, feeling the heat on his skin. She’s just above him. Right behind him. He feels so hot in his hoodie, but he doesn’t know what to do if she finds out his shorts are so fucking wet by now, under her scrutinizing gaze and the risk of blowing their cover apart (and possibly destroying their entire family).
“Mom,” Bennett emphasizes, for her sake and his. “I told you already that I’m gonna be fine. We’ll make sure to call you if something happens.”
Ajax hooks his arm around him and pats his thigh cruelly, knowing damn well Bennett was aching so hard he’s going to burst. “Bennett’s right, Mom, we're big boys now. You and Dad can go on vacation while we can handle ourselves.”
The furrow in her brow doesn’t relax, but Bennett can’t seem to care about stopping her from worrying when there is a more dire thing that needs to be taken care of if they don’t leave now. Bennett pleads with her wordlessly, looking up at her with a small smile and puppy dog eyes that always get him what he wants.
“Okay… Okay. Fine. We’ll see you later in a few days. Take care, okay, kids?”
His stomach churns at his mother’s display of trust that they’re actively breaking right in front of her.
(But he knows that the guilt will never be enough to make them stop.)
“Yeah, yeah.” Ajax waves her off, standing up to hug their mom to ease her worries. Ajax takes one quick look at Bennett and even starts talking to their dad so he can distract them from looking at Bennett even further. He feels bad, but there’s not much feeling bad can do for their parents when the best thing they can do is stop this one-sided play that everything is fine between all of them, that they’re the perfect image of a happy family. It’s pretty much the only luxury he and Ajax can give to their parents.
That’s why they need to leave, or else Bennett is going to end up wetting the couch.
He’s ruminated enough about the fucked up nature of their relationship, through the nights of teary kisses and desperate pleas to fix the “love” between them. He thinks of the days when they stole their first kisses with each other, when Bennett begged to suck Ajax’s cock for the first time, or when Ajax desperately asked to fuck his thighs—all between the moments when they fought with each other to stop what they were doing because they didn’t want to hurt their parents.
But no matter what, the love that Ajax and Bennett have for each other is stronger than the guilt of the inevitable hurt they would instill in their family.
Big Brother.
He mouths those words silently, looking up at Ajax by the door, and their gaze catches each other. He has his thighs lifted a bit, unable to hold it in any longer. His pussy gushes at the thought of those mere words, and he doesn’t even want to think about what Ajax will do to him if he says it out loud. He wants to come so badly.
Bennett swallows thickly, his mouth getting dry. Ajax’s eyes widen and he practically pushes their parents out the door and into their car. Bennett sets his laptop down on the coffee table and sits by the edge of the couch, pulling down his hoodie. He’s not about to spend the rest of their parents’ vacation cleaning the damn sofa.
“Baby.”
Bennett springs his head up and feels himself shiver from head to toe. He didn’t even hear the car leave the garage, and by this point, he doesn’t care if they haven’t even left yet.
“Big brother,” Bennett whines, squeezing his thighs together. “I need you.”
The look Ajax has is downright predatory, kneeling agonizingly slow when Bennett is bursting at the seams.
“Let me see. Come on now.”
He pries his thighs open and grins so fucking wide, reaching out as he shoves the hoodie above his stomach, tracing his finger on the folds etched on the tightness of his shorts. Shaking and spreading his legs wider, Bennett desperately tries to hump the slightest bit of friction. He doesn’t know how long he can take just sitting like this even though he loves being ogled at by his brother, but he’s waited long enough that he thinks he deserves to be spoiled right now. With their parents out of the picture, it’s like his entire body has now decided to focus its entire feeling on the vibrating toy in his pussy.
“If I didn’t know any better, I thought you’d have pissed yourself.”
Bennett moans at the thought. “I will if you don’t fuck me right now, Ajax, please.”
Ajax licks his lips, still torturing Bennett with his finger while he massages the erection in his sweats. Bennett is trying so hard to be good for his big brother since he promised he’ll reward him. The finger presses down on his clit and Bennett spills tears, both in relief and suffering.
“I’d love to see that, y’know.”
“N-not on the couch,” Bennett tries to negotiate with what’s left of his conscious brain. “Make me do it on the floor if you want it so bad!”
Ajax laughs and hugs Bennett’s torso, nuzzling his chest. “You’re so perfect, my bunny. Made me wanna fuck you in front of Mom and Dad. Have you seen how red you look?”
Bennett shakes his head, not wanting to think about his parents now. He’s had enough incestuous relations for a lifetime.
“Fuck me, I can’t hold it in anymore.” Bennett grabs Ajax’s shoulders and collapses, licking his neck and kissing it so Ajax would pay attention to his needs. “Please, big brother, I want to come.”
Ajax shoves Bennett and kisses him hard, both of them moaning and licking into their mouths as Ajax lifts him by the ass, the sound of their tongues wet and sloppy and absolutely disgusting. He’s gone far enough that even the sounds turn him on, his hips trying to hump forward unto Ajax’s stomach while they go upstairs to his room, but Bennett yelps when Ajax slaps his ass.
“Shit, you gotta stay still. You’ll make me come, too, and then our night out will be ruined.”
“Hurry up, then!”
Bennett doesn’t get to demand more when Ajax drops him on his bed and kisses him again, spreading his legs so he can set himself between them, his erect cock rubbing between Bennett’s cunt. Even when he thinks that the barrier of clothes between them does little to stave off pleasure on his clit and the clench of his pussy around the toy, the thought of coming just from the small friction when he’d been waiting for an entire day for Ajax’s cock to pound him mercilessly makes him want to cry.
“I said stay still,” Ajax commands. Bennett’s trembling doesn’t stop, but he tries hard to still his body as he throbs and watches Ajax stand and strip in front of him, his eyes lining to his stomach and down to his erect cock already flushed pink and leaking at the tip. He’s about to drool when Ajax gestures and Bennett’s shakily unzips his hoodie, no shirt underneath it either.
“Benny~” Ajax sings his name, stroking his cock and crawling atop his brother. He trembles even harder when Ajax’s calloused hand lightly runs over his chest, pinching his perked nipple. “I just want to eat you up. How’s the toy treating you?”
“Not enough,” Bennett cries, kissing the side of his mouth and looping his arms around his shoulders. “It’s not you.”
“Not good enough, huh?” Ajax echoes his words, hand back on his clothed pussy. “Want your brother’s cock instead?”
“Yes, yes!” Bennett urges, grabbing hold of Ajax’s cock and rubbing it on his wet, slimy shorts. Ajax groans, rewarding him with a small kiss. Then, his fingers push his shorts and panties aside to finally, finally, grab the vibrator, almost slipping from how much Bennett has been gushing around it for the entire day. He gets it out of him and Bennett sighs, although he finds himself with an emptiness that he immediately wants replaced.
“Look at how wet you made it, baby. Can’t believe you needed me that badly.”
He stares at the slickness around the dildo, vibrating weak enough that Bennett wonders why his body feels like it’s been on the same speed for the entire day, but those thoughts disappear as Ajax shoves his dick in between his shorts, the heat of his cockhead stimulating his swollen clit in the slick fabric. He cries, torn between relief and not enough, watching Ajax’s cock slip up and down in his shorts, reminiscent of the nights they find themselves in when his big brother couldn’t help himself but barge into his room to jerk off in Bennett’s panties.
“You said you’d fuck me, Ajax…”
“Aww, baby,” Ajax chuckles, pecking Bennett on the lips, grabbing his waist so he wouldn’t be able to move. “I will, I will. Let me enjoy this for a bit! Why do you think I made you wear my favorite shorts?”
As if to hammer it home, he grinds harder on his clit and Bennett’s toes curl, like every feeling in his body has gone to his pussy with how he shakes at the sensation. His cunt is clenching around nothing, with every rub of Ajax’s cock sliding between his folds, making him flutter and desperate for more, yet Ajax won’t give it to him. He won’t even let him hump his dick.
“Fuck, so fucking perfect, so beautiful.” Ajax whispers. “I’ll never get over that my baby brother has the perfect pussy.”
“Ajaaaaax,” Bennett arches, his head hitting the pillow. He’s overwhelmed with the scent of his brother’s shampoo, feeling the rising tension in his nerves as it buzzes all over his body, focusing right on the apex of his crotch with Ajax grinding mercilessly on the folds of his pussy, breath hitching as he whines louder, higher, his orgasm pooling in his gut—
He breaks the whine with a pitiful groan when Ajax pulls away, the pleasure cutting off, and through his teary eyes, he sees Ajax’s evil grin and shiny, wet cock. His entire body is on fire and he grips the bedsheet under him for pitiful leverage.
“Ajax, why, I can’t—I,” Bennett stutters, wanting to plead, but Ajax shushes him with a gentle kiss again, knowing just how to make him melt in his touch. He really can't hold himself back anymore, just aching to be touched, to be fucked, anything, he just wants to uncoil the knot that’s been pulsing inside of him for hours.
“I know, I know. Don’t come yet, it’s gonna feel better when I fuck you.”
“So why haven’t you?!” Bennett screams. He’s so frustrated he’s actually getting annoyed at him, but Ajax just peppers kisses all over his face to soothe him down, petting his waist. If Bennett doesn’t come, he’s gonna lose his mind.
“Don’t you understand, bunny?” Ajax flirts, sickeningly sweet. He sits on his knees and pulls Bennett’s shorts down, peeling off the fabric that clings to Bennett’s sweaty skin and slick pussy, the wet strands between his legs snapping. He doesn’t remove his panties yet, but even looking down with a blurry vision, he can see that it’s wet up to his pubic bone. Ajax tugs up on it, teasing Bennett’s clit and making him whine. “You look so fucking hot when you’re desperate for me like this.”
He thumbs at his clit protruding from the fabric, the bud all swollen and hard, the action making Bennett cream all over his panties again. “Always wanted to edge you all day, baby. Wanted to see your pussy all red and wet for me.” And this bastard pulls his pussy lips apart, still covered by the panties, but if anything, it makes it even messier, spreading his juices around with his thumbs. Bennett squirms, his chest heaving from his fast breaths.
“Please,” Bennett moans, unable to say anything more.
Ajax kisses his clit and Bennett gasps. “You’re so lucky you always get what you want, baby brother. Your fault you’re so cute. Wanna cry on my cock?”
Bennett nods desperately, his body tense in anticipation as Ajax pulls the panties to the side and his cock lines up to his pussy again, rubbing and grinding between his folds.
“So loose, I can just slip in,” Ajax says, teasing his hole. “Perfect brother, perfect whore, aren’t you, baby?”
“Yes, yes!” Bennett grinds against his dick. “I’m your baby, I—I’m your whore.”
Bennett doesn’t even realize the sweat dripping down Ajax’s hair as he shakily pushes his cock inside him. His breath stutters when his dick pushes its way inside his walls, his pussy hugging him perfectly, knowing there’s no one else who has ever fucked him besides his brother. Like his pussy is tailor made to be his cock sleeve.
He lets out a full exhale as Ajax settles himself inside him fully, stretching so wide and so good, the slightest burn etching his walls—like he’s tight and snug enough for his big brother. That’s why they’re perfect like this. Bennett as his cock sleeve, Ajax as his dildo. He’s hysterical at the thought, smiling widely that even Ajax is giggling above him and kissing his drooling lips.
“You happy now, bunny?” Ajax whispers against his lips. “Happy that big brother is fucking you?”
“Uhuh,” Bennett agrees, words escaping him. “Happy… please, move…”
“So demanding.” Ajax comments, but it didn’t make him stop. He moves and Bennett’s eyes widen, rushing to grab his shoulders as finally he’s getting what his pussy needs. He sobs at the feeling of Ajax’s cock dragging inside his walls, cunt clenching around his dick and sucking as if there’s no other place for it but inside.
As if it couldn’t get any better, Ajax groans above him and pulls Bennett's arms off of him so he can swing his legs from under his knees. Before Bennett could question in confusion, he pins his legs beside Bennett’s ears, stretching his already flush pussy wider apart as he’s put in a mating press. He sobs, Ajax shifting his feet and knees so he piston his cock into Bennett even harder. He clenches so hard he’s sure he’s going to snap his dick off, but Ajax is hell bent on turning Bennett’s brain into putty.
“Thank you,” Bennett slurs, his voice clipping with every thrust of Ajax’s hips, his cock hitting the most sensitive parts of his pussy that he can feel up to his belly button. “Haaaah, big brother, thank you, thank you—”
“Fuuuuuck, Benny,” Ajax can’t help himself, pounding harder and faster the more he feels Bennett suck around him. And Bennett can’t help it either, his pussy pretty much has a mind of its own and he wants it to make decisions for him from now on if it means being fucked by Ajax like this forever. His big brother has fucked him time and time again, took his virginity when he was 13 and they’ve been fucking behind their parents’ backs for a decade since, yet he can never get sick of Ajax’s cock, not when Ajax fucks him exactly the way that makes his entire body limp.
“I should be the one thanking you,” Ajax moans, adjusting himself as if he can’t fuck Bennett any deeper. His pussy squelches around his dick and it’s disgusting but amazing, and through the hazy vision he can see his red pussy swallowing around Ajax’s wet cock. “No way, no fucking way my brother is my best cock sleeve.”
There should be something stomach churning about how them being brothers can never escape them even when they fuck, but if anything, Bennett finds it even hotter. And he knows Ajax absolutely fucking loves that Bennett validates his brother complex. His lovely, cute, and amazing little brother Bennett. When Bennett didn’t freak out when he saw Ajax jerk off to him and instead, joined him.
He yelps when Ajax’s thumb presses his clit, stroking the neglected bud, and Bennett thrashes under him, voice moaning and screaming. Ajax only laughs while he continues thrusting into him, as if toying with the way Bennett pulses and contracts around his cock. “So good for me, bunny, you take me so well.”
Yes, good, that’s how he wants to be for his brother, nothing else. He wants to spend the rest of his life in pleasure with his big brother.
The buzzing in his nerves return, his toes curling almost painfully as his body tenses with the coil threatening to snap. He’s going to come, panting with his mouth open and Ajax could see it in Bennett, his cunt tight and stilling around his cock. His eyes are completely unfocused, staring straight into Ajax’s face as he arches his back.
“Ajax, Ajax,” Bennett is now begging, “Big brother, I want to come, please, please, I’m—I’m coming—”
“Yeah, Benny?” Ajax pants, desperate himself, his hips jaggedly thrusting into him. “Gonna cry when you come around my cock?”
“Yes,” Bennett nods, his thighs tensing impossibly as he feels the orgasm deep below his belly, “Yes— AGH!”
And Bennett screams when he feels the toy back on his pussy, rubbing around his clit. How the fuck it hasn’t died yet Bennett has no idea, but it doesn’t fucking matter because it’s on his clit, vibrating his entire pussy while Ajax fucks him like this will be the last time they’ll ever fuck. His entire body burns, eyes wide but unseeing, his hips uselessly matching Ajax’s thrusts.
Bennett comes with a broken shriek, spilling tears as his entire body jerks from his orgasm, his pussy contracting and pulsing while Ajax still fucks him without pause. It’s so much, it’s everything, the vibrator is still on his clit and before he can warn Ajax, he squirts.
“Aja—”
“Fuck!”
It splatters all over Ajax’s torso, with every thrust pumping the squirt out of him. Bennett is hiccupping from how much he’s sobbing, his pussy throbbing from the oversensitivity, but Ajax doesn’t allow Bennett any breaks.
“I’m gonna come, baby, gonna come inside you—”
Yeah, fuck, who cares, Bennett’s gonna let Ajax anyway even if there’s a better part of him is telling him he shouldn’t, but his brain is all fogged up and Ajax’s voice is drowning out from the ringing in his ears and the roaring of his blood. He feels nothing but his pussy being pounded into and it’s starting to sting, but it’s the kind of pain that’s so wonderfully blissful there’s no other better feeling in the world.
“Come—Come inside—”
Belatedly, Bennett realizes that the vibrator isn’t on his pussy anymore, but he can’t find himself to care about anything else when Ajax is completely focused on pounding into him deep and hard, chasing his own relief. His body is limp, fulfilling his purpose as his brother’s cock sleeve.
“Bennett, bunny, I love you, so good, fuck, fuck—!”
He groans pathetically as he shoves his dick inside Bennett one last time, pumping his pussy full of come. Bennett lets out a satisfied, high-pitched whine, feeling Ajax’s come spill out of his hole and sliding down on the bed. They’re both tense, with Ajax still having Bennett’s legs pinned as he erratically thrusts inside him through his orgasm.
The ringing in his ears soon comes to a stop, as is the fog dispersing from his brain. He blinks his eyes open and Ajax is still hovering above him, breathing heavily as they both flinch when he pulls out. Ajax’s cock is completely covered in come and his slick, his stomach wet from Bennett’s squirt. Bennett’s panties have been completely ruined, too, seeing a small rip from the waistband while it’s soaked from his fluids. He hisses when Ajax carefully unpins his legs and stretches them down, massaging his numb limbs in apology.
No matter how many times Ajax fucks him, Bennett always thinks he’s forever ruined since he knows no one else will fuck him like this.
“Ngh… Ajax…”
“How was that?” Ajax asks, out of it. He kisses Bennett and he lazily reciprocates, wanting to kiss back just as enthusiastically but is too tired to do so. “A good reward isn’t it?”
“Mhm,” Bennett grins, nuzzling into Ajax’s neck as he settles down beside him. “Love it.”
His body shifts and feels the dig of the toy on his hip. The dang thing is finally dead, but Bennett wouldn’t mind playing with it again if it means Ajax will fuck him within an inch of his life. Ajax spoons him close, removing the toy and pulling Bennett away from the drenched bedsheet.
“Of course you did,” Ajax smirks, proud of himself, his finger tracing his abused and puffy pussy, Bennett shivers as he pulls his folds apart, watching his hole leak and twitch with his come. He whines, trying to shove his hand away. It’s so good but it’s so much, even if his needy pussy clenches around nothing. “Only big brother can make you come like this.”
His stomach drops. Ajax’s spend is literally oozing out of his cunt, but the voice at the back of his head is still making him feel guilty about it. “Yeah… Only big brother…”
God, they’re fucked up.
But Bennett feels all fuzzy inside, the churn in his stomach turning into butterflies when he thinks about Ajax fucking him again tomorrow. And the day after that. And for as long and as much as they can with their parents gone.
Bennett sleepily turns his head up at Ajax, looking at him properly after all these hours. His hair is a mess, his face and shoulders still red and blotchy.
Yeah, they’re perfect for each other. In the worst way.
They haven’t been caught yet, so why stop now?