Brother, if You Love me, Smile
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Adult +
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10
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Brother 5
Brother, if You Love me, Smile
By Suikou
Chapter five
A week. It had been a whole fucking week and Damian had yet to confront him.
Well, then there was a good chance that Az had only imagined his brother at that moment – you know, blurred the lines of reality and fantasy.
Yeah, and he had a pink polka-dotted panther living in his basement.
Az sighed deeply as he padded down the hall towards the living room, almost tripping over his feet in the dark. Turn on a light, idiot,
His brother had basically avoided him after that day, both a relief and a worry.
Well, at least he was leaving soon.
At least? A voice pondered in his head. So you’re giving up on this whole, “I want to be fucked by my brother” thing? Tsk.
It sounded annoyingly like Li.
The front door clicked, opening, and Az sighed once again before redirecting his path to the front door.
“What could you possibly be doing until one o’clock in the morning idiot?” Az asked in annoyance as he rounded the corner, nearly falling as Damian slumped against him, eyes closed. After a brief moment the younger man scowled and turned his head away. “Great you’re drunk.”
He had never known Damian to drink – maybe he picked it up in college – whatever. And – what was a hand doing on his hip?
Az jerked as his brother shifted against him, murmuring a half intelligible sentence as the hand pulled him closer, the older man’s lips brushing against his neck.
“Hey, ‘Eni . . . What’re you doing down here?”
Az deadpanned and tried to push him away. S’eni’ was his girlfriend who lived on their college campus – Ack!
He nearly jumped out of his skin when Damian pulled him against his chest, the hand formerly on his hip slipping towards his waistband.
“You’re so tense,” his brother murmured against his neck, lips brushing the skin and making a shiver dart through his body, “we haven’t done it in a while hm?” As he spoke his other hand crept up over Az’s chest, ghosting over a clothed nipple; his intoxicated state preventing him from realizing the lack of breasts.
“Idiot. I’m not your girlfriend –W-woah there!” His face burned when Damian dragged his hand over his crotch, but he didn’t necessarily stop his either.
“Don’t worry about Az, he won’t hear.”
Of course he would hear; it was happening to him!
Honestly.
Oh just give in. You want it, he’s drunk . . .
A pause.
. . . I don’t think he’ll remember.
While in his thoughts Damian had led them over to the couch, nudging the younger male to sit as he cupped his face, tilting a bit to kiss Azrael while his knee slid between his parted legs, nudging lightly.
With only a moment’s hesitation Az drew his arms around his brother’s neck, swallowing softly as he kissed the older man.
Better than any dream Damian slipped through his parted lips, stroking the warm cavern insistently as he pressed Az against the couch.
This could be bad.
Damian trailed his lips over the younger man’s, moving down to his jaw line where his actions became a bit rougher, up to his ear, nibbling at the soft skin.
A choked gasp escaped his lip as the older man kissed the spot just behind the ear, hips jerking in just the slightest move.
“Sensitive there?” Damian chuckled softly, blowing against the skin, “well that’s new.”
“. . . ngh.”
Hardened hands slipped beneath his shirt, easily teasing the soft material up and over his arms as he bowed his head, teasing the flushed skin.
Down to trace his lips over the darkened nipple of his brother, Az biting back a moan, one hand tightening on the couch below him.
He failed as the nub was nipped roughly.
“O-oi!” Damian’s response was a low chuckle as he moved to the other one, taking it into his mouth. Az squirmed, his free hand landing on the older man’s shoulder.
. . . Oh to hell with it.
He tugged Damian up, kissing him roughly, being the dominate of the two for the kiss only.
It wasn’t like he would remember this anyway, and besides, Az would stop it if it got too heavy.
Right?
A faint yelp passed his lips as he was pushed down onto the cushions, hands held loosely above his head.
Teasing fingers trailed down his barren chest, muscles tightening under the feathered touch before bucking into the hand that cupped his erection. Its owner chuckled quietly again, squeezing the clothed bulge.
“Fuck.”
He thrust into the hand, head thrown back as he tried to remain silent while his member was rubbed and teased to its full height, straining against his pants.
Okay, there’s no way in hell that he thinks I’m a girl now . . .
“D-Damian-“
A smirk.
“Hey, Az.”
Wait. What?!
By Suikou
A week. It had been a whole fucking week and Damian had yet to confront him.
Well, then there was a good chance that Az had only imagined his brother at that moment – you know, blurred the lines of reality and fantasy.
Yeah, and he had a pink polka-dotted panther living in his basement.
Az sighed deeply as he padded down the hall towards the living room, almost tripping over his feet in the dark. Turn on a light, idiot,
His brother had basically avoided him after that day, both a relief and a worry.
Well, at least he was leaving soon.
At least? A voice pondered in his head. So you’re giving up on this whole, “I want to be fucked by my brother” thing? Tsk.
It sounded annoyingly like Li.
The front door clicked, opening, and Az sighed once again before redirecting his path to the front door.
“What could you possibly be doing until one o’clock in the morning idiot?” Az asked in annoyance as he rounded the corner, nearly falling as Damian slumped against him, eyes closed. After a brief moment the younger man scowled and turned his head away. “Great you’re drunk.”
He had never known Damian to drink – maybe he picked it up in college – whatever. And – what was a hand doing on his hip?
Az jerked as his brother shifted against him, murmuring a half intelligible sentence as the hand pulled him closer, the older man’s lips brushing against his neck.
“Hey, ‘Eni . . . What’re you doing down here?”
Az deadpanned and tried to push him away. S’eni’ was his girlfriend who lived on their college campus – Ack!
He nearly jumped out of his skin when Damian pulled him against his chest, the hand formerly on his hip slipping towards his waistband.
“You’re so tense,” his brother murmured against his neck, lips brushing the skin and making a shiver dart through his body, “we haven’t done it in a while hm?” As he spoke his other hand crept up over Az’s chest, ghosting over a clothed nipple; his intoxicated state preventing him from realizing the lack of breasts.
“Idiot. I’m not your girlfriend –W-woah there!” His face burned when Damian dragged his hand over his crotch, but he didn’t necessarily stop his either.
“Don’t worry about Az, he won’t hear.”
Of course he would hear; it was happening to him!
Honestly.
Oh just give in. You want it, he’s drunk . . .
A pause.
. . . I don’t think he’ll remember.
While in his thoughts Damian had led them over to the couch, nudging the younger male to sit as he cupped his face, tilting a bit to kiss Azrael while his knee slid between his parted legs, nudging lightly.
With only a moment’s hesitation Az drew his arms around his brother’s neck, swallowing softly as he kissed the older man.
Better than any dream Damian slipped through his parted lips, stroking the warm cavern insistently as he pressed Az against the couch.
This could be bad.
Damian trailed his lips over the younger man’s, moving down to his jaw line where his actions became a bit rougher, up to his ear, nibbling at the soft skin.
A choked gasp escaped his lip as the older man kissed the spot just behind the ear, hips jerking in just the slightest move.
“Sensitive there?” Damian chuckled softly, blowing against the skin, “well that’s new.”
“. . . ngh.”
Hardened hands slipped beneath his shirt, easily teasing the soft material up and over his arms as he bowed his head, teasing the flushed skin.
Down to trace his lips over the darkened nipple of his brother, Az biting back a moan, one hand tightening on the couch below him.
He failed as the nub was nipped roughly.
“O-oi!” Damian’s response was a low chuckle as he moved to the other one, taking it into his mouth. Az squirmed, his free hand landing on the older man’s shoulder.
. . . Oh to hell with it.
He tugged Damian up, kissing him roughly, being the dominate of the two for the kiss only.
It wasn’t like he would remember this anyway, and besides, Az would stop it if it got too heavy.
Right?
A faint yelp passed his lips as he was pushed down onto the cushions, hands held loosely above his head.
Teasing fingers trailed down his barren chest, muscles tightening under the feathered touch before bucking into the hand that cupped his erection. Its owner chuckled quietly again, squeezing the clothed bulge.
“Fuck.”
He thrust into the hand, head thrown back as he tried to remain silent while his member was rubbed and teased to its full height, straining against his pants.
Okay, there’s no way in hell that he thinks I’m a girl now . . .
“D-Damian-“
A smirk.
“Hey, Az.”
Wait. What?!