A Simple Favor
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
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2,762
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1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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A Simple Favor
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Faux shuddered as he looked over his shoulder as his brother whose fingers weaved betwixt each other as they unbuttoned his jeans. He was anxious for what was to come but at the same time he felt somewhat fearful. Rayvan had that glint in his eye tonight that said he was going to be much more than gentle with the fragile boy. The soft jingle of the button flying free sent a shiver down his spine as he watched Rayvan's eyes narrow as he pulled away the jeans from his hips. Rayvan was by all means an attractive man and Faux easily caught himself following the curves of his hip bones set into his dark skin.
Ray exhaled into the darkness and turned his brother over gently to face him, straddling him. Faux felt his thighs brush against his sides and his fingers brush his chest. He looked up at his brother with large blue eyes that shimmered in the blackness and pressed a hand to his cheek. Rayvan smiled and places his hand atop his brother's and smiled warmly, whispering his name, "Faux..." There was always a bit of an accent that he placed on Faux's name... it made it sound more like he was pleading for him than calling for him. Faux loved it. He loved everything Rayvan did to him. He loved the way his eyes always seemed to rest on him and the way that every time they touched, Rayvan did everything within his power to make those moments last as long as possible. He sighed in his reflections and relaxed.
Rayvan bent closer to him and placed a light kiss on his cheek, the warmth from his lips lingering as Faux moved his legs up and over Rayvan's shoulders. Rayven's strong hands held onto his thighs, they seemed so firm and get so gentle. Faux heard Rayvan whispering, but paid little attention to what was being said before he felt the cold fingertip press into him and slide in. He could smell the mint flavoring and chuckled quietly, Ray had done that on purpose... mint was Faux's favorite scent. The finger moved deep within him and Faux's toes curled at the touch, it was tickling more than pleasing him, but he enjoyed it. It was almost like torture, another aspect that Faux secretly enjoyed about spending time with his brother. He liked how hard his brother tried to be with him, how hard he hugged him, how often he kissed him, but he would never let Rayvan know this... it would spoil his fun.
He sighed quietly as the finger slipped from him and pressed against him one last time playfully. Rayvan's eyes were glittering and his face seemed so kind and gentle, an expression of peace that Rayvan hadn't had recently. It was refreshing to see him so at ease. Rayvan lifted his brother slightly and positioned himself between his legs. This was always the most awkward and unappealing part of the process... it almost always broke the mood... unless Faux was heavily seduced. He was. It was almost like being high. Rayvan's hands took Faux's in them and pulled them over the boy's head. Faux wriggled slightly, he wasn't expecting Rayvan to do anything like that. He exhaled and relaxed into the soft cushions of his bed, watching as his brother made his final preparations.
Even though he was warned, he was still shocked as Rayvan forced his way inside of him. He had done it so swiftly that Faux didn't have time for a reaction and his second thrust caused him to scream. Rayvan bucked again and Faux let out another cry that echoed into the crisp night air. Faux writhed and tried to get his hands free so that he could grab onto something, but his attempts were in vane. Beads of sweat were forming on his brow and shifted with every thrust of Rayvan's hips. Faux cried out again and again, but it was as if his cries weren't heard. Suddenly, Faux's back arched severely and he gasped, ripping his hands free from his brother's hold and grasping firmly to the shirt he wore. He pressed himself into Rayvan's firm chest and cried out into the fabric, feeling the vibrations of the cries on his lips with every movement. Rayvan clutched to his brother for a while as silence overtook the room.
They relaxed and Rayvan lay his brother back onto the bed before slipping himself from him. Faux's breaths were heavy and the sweat left wet streaks on the bed. His crimson hair sat slued to his brow. Rayvan ran his fingers through his own and then caressed his brother's cheeks and pushed the hair from his eyes. "Thank you..." he whispered softly. Faux smiled and nodded... "No... Thank you..." he thought. The night wore on as they slept... Faux knew what his brother was thinking... but he would never let Rayvan know that he was the one doing Faux the favors...
Faux shuddered as he looked over his shoulder as his brother whose fingers weaved betwixt each other as they unbuttoned his jeans. He was anxious for what was to come but at the same time he felt somewhat fearful. Rayvan had that glint in his eye tonight that said he was going to be much more than gentle with the fragile boy. The soft jingle of the button flying free sent a shiver down his spine as he watched Rayvan's eyes narrow as he pulled away the jeans from his hips. Rayvan was by all means an attractive man and Faux easily caught himself following the curves of his hip bones set into his dark skin.
Ray exhaled into the darkness and turned his brother over gently to face him, straddling him. Faux felt his thighs brush against his sides and his fingers brush his chest. He looked up at his brother with large blue eyes that shimmered in the blackness and pressed a hand to his cheek. Rayvan smiled and places his hand atop his brother's and smiled warmly, whispering his name, "Faux..." There was always a bit of an accent that he placed on Faux's name... it made it sound more like he was pleading for him than calling for him. Faux loved it. He loved everything Rayvan did to him. He loved the way his eyes always seemed to rest on him and the way that every time they touched, Rayvan did everything within his power to make those moments last as long as possible. He sighed in his reflections and relaxed.
Rayvan bent closer to him and placed a light kiss on his cheek, the warmth from his lips lingering as Faux moved his legs up and over Rayvan's shoulders. Rayven's strong hands held onto his thighs, they seemed so firm and get so gentle. Faux heard Rayvan whispering, but paid little attention to what was being said before he felt the cold fingertip press into him and slide in. He could smell the mint flavoring and chuckled quietly, Ray had done that on purpose... mint was Faux's favorite scent. The finger moved deep within him and Faux's toes curled at the touch, it was tickling more than pleasing him, but he enjoyed it. It was almost like torture, another aspect that Faux secretly enjoyed about spending time with his brother. He liked how hard his brother tried to be with him, how hard he hugged him, how often he kissed him, but he would never let Rayvan know this... it would spoil his fun.
He sighed quietly as the finger slipped from him and pressed against him one last time playfully. Rayvan's eyes were glittering and his face seemed so kind and gentle, an expression of peace that Rayvan hadn't had recently. It was refreshing to see him so at ease. Rayvan lifted his brother slightly and positioned himself between his legs. This was always the most awkward and unappealing part of the process... it almost always broke the mood... unless Faux was heavily seduced. He was. It was almost like being high. Rayvan's hands took Faux's in them and pulled them over the boy's head. Faux wriggled slightly, he wasn't expecting Rayvan to do anything like that. He exhaled and relaxed into the soft cushions of his bed, watching as his brother made his final preparations.
Even though he was warned, he was still shocked as Rayvan forced his way inside of him. He had done it so swiftly that Faux didn't have time for a reaction and his second thrust caused him to scream. Rayvan bucked again and Faux let out another cry that echoed into the crisp night air. Faux writhed and tried to get his hands free so that he could grab onto something, but his attempts were in vane. Beads of sweat were forming on his brow and shifted with every thrust of Rayvan's hips. Faux cried out again and again, but it was as if his cries weren't heard. Suddenly, Faux's back arched severely and he gasped, ripping his hands free from his brother's hold and grasping firmly to the shirt he wore. He pressed himself into Rayvan's firm chest and cried out into the fabric, feeling the vibrations of the cries on his lips with every movement. Rayvan clutched to his brother for a while as silence overtook the room.
They relaxed and Rayvan lay his brother back onto the bed before slipping himself from him. Faux's breaths were heavy and the sweat left wet streaks on the bed. His crimson hair sat slued to his brow. Rayvan ran his fingers through his own and then caressed his brother's cheeks and pushed the hair from his eyes. "Thank you..." he whispered softly. Faux smiled and nodded... "No... Thank you..." he thought. The night wore on as they slept... Faux knew what his brother was thinking... but he would never let Rayvan know that he was the one doing Faux the favors...