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All relative
The (possibly AU) Sibling Incest Meme
Incest is, despite its taboo nature in most societies, actually a pretty popular convention in both romantic fiction and works of a more erotic bent, in everything from period or fantasy pieces to series taking place in places like modern day Japan. Still, the most common configuration in these fictions are the pairing of siblings. Perhaps this is because of the usual lack of age difference and power dynamic that exists in child/adult relative pairings, though this is not always the case. Because of this, a sexual or romantic relationship between siblings can almost seem, well, romantic in the right light. Of course, more often than not, there's a dark side under the veneer of forbidden love.
This meme is for those who would like to play out that, either the darkness or the light - or both.
HOW TO PLAY
This meme is for those who would like to play out that, either the darkness or the light - or both.
HOW TO PLAY
-Comment with your character and preferences. Be sure to mention any hard lines you have.
-Comment around to others. PLEASE NOTE THAT IN ORDER TO FACILITATE CROSS-CANON TAGGING, THIS MEME WILL BE CONSIDERED AN AU FAIR GAME ZONE. Feel free to comment in with characters who do not canonically have siblings or comment to people from other fandoms.
-Be respectful of others.
-Comment around to others. PLEASE NOTE THAT IN ORDER TO FACILITATE CROSS-CANON TAGGING, THIS MEME WILL BE CONSIDERED AN AU FAIR GAME ZONE. Feel free to comment in with characters who do not canonically have siblings or comment to people from other fandoms.
-Be respectful of others.
1. Feeling Strange: You've known this person your entire life, yet lately you've been feeling...different about them. These feelings aren't exactly familial, either.
2. Not as Normal Families: Whatever the specifics of the case may be, your childhood was not the norm, and thus the two of you have grown close that way.
3. Raised Apart: Scientists believe that when siblings are raised together under normal circumstances, they will not find each other sexually attractive; however, if they are reared apart, they may be highly attracted to each other when they meet as adults.
4. Only Kin by Name: Psuedo-incest between step siblings or adopted siblings is not quite as taboo, but you could still be looked down upon for harboring those desires for someone who is a member of your family by one way or another.
5. Defender: One of you is older and has always looked after the other, meaning that something has grown between you that is thicker than any blood.
6. Guilty: You feel terrible for these longings toward your own flesh and blood, and you do your best to stop them. But can you choose who you want to be with? And how disciplined are you when it's someone you care for in other ways?
7. Dysfunctional: You don't have a good relationship as siblings, yet your relationship as lovers is great.
8. There's Nothing Wrong Here: To you, incest is a casual affair and the "forbidden" aspect is lost. Sorry you were grounded, big brother. Here, since you can't go out, let me be your girlfriend for the night.
9. Like Looking in a Mirror: The two of you are closer than siblings: you're twins. You share everything, so why is your love any different?
10. Skirting the Line: Stolen glances. Lips only a breath away. You're walking a fine line here. You haven't become physical...yet.
11. Got a Secret, Better Keep It: Needless to say, an incestuous relationship is not one that can see the light of day. You'd better keep it behind closed doors.
12. Jealousy: You can't stand the idea of sharing your beloved sibling with someone else, yet it's hard to make this known without blowing your cover.
13. As One: The obligatory smut prompt, whether it be the first time or one of many the two of you steal away.
14. The Things I Do for Love: You'll do anything to protect your love affair with you sibling and make sure no one interferes. Anything.
15. And You'll Be My Queen: It may seem as though the light will never come, but you want to make promises to your most precious sibling that one day, you'll live as any normal couple.
16. Anyone Who Isn't Us is the Enemy: You're in a dangerous climate, and the only one you can depend on is your flesh and blood - bringing you closer together.
17. No Choice in the Matter: Your sibling is not a willing participant in your debauchery, but they endure your cruelty, grooming, and manipulation because you are their brother or sister.
18. No One Like You: There truly is no one who can love you like the person who is closest to being you, bone of your bone. You perfectly understand each other and your love is pure.
19. Where No One Knows Our Faces: You've decided to flee your current life and live as new people among those who don't know that you're related.
20. Out in the Light: A secret no more, the two of you have decided to bring your affair out into the open. You will face the world, no matter what it does.
21. Rejection: Someone - friends, family, etc - has found out what you two have done and are disgusted by it. Will you turn to each other for comfort?
22. The End: Being with someone so unattainable is tiring, and one day, you may grow weary of stowing everything away, locking your heart up, or feeling so shamed. This must cease. But can you go back to being just siblings?
23. Not Really Related After All: Perhaps the most cliche of tropes, though it's often used to "justify" incest. Turns out the two of you aren't really siblings! Now, you can pursue a relationship freely.
24. Part of the Same Whole: You're meant to be together, you firmly believe it.
25. Sick and Twisted: The fact that you two are siblings actually is a kink/fetish for you. You get off to all of this.
26. FREESTYLE
2. Not as Normal Families: Whatever the specifics of the case may be, your childhood was not the norm, and thus the two of you have grown close that way.
3. Raised Apart: Scientists believe that when siblings are raised together under normal circumstances, they will not find each other sexually attractive; however, if they are reared apart, they may be highly attracted to each other when they meet as adults.
4. Only Kin by Name: Psuedo-incest between step siblings or adopted siblings is not quite as taboo, but you could still be looked down upon for harboring those desires for someone who is a member of your family by one way or another.
5. Defender: One of you is older and has always looked after the other, meaning that something has grown between you that is thicker than any blood.
6. Guilty: You feel terrible for these longings toward your own flesh and blood, and you do your best to stop them. But can you choose who you want to be with? And how disciplined are you when it's someone you care for in other ways?
7. Dysfunctional: You don't have a good relationship as siblings, yet your relationship as lovers is great.
8. There's Nothing Wrong Here: To you, incest is a casual affair and the "forbidden" aspect is lost. Sorry you were grounded, big brother. Here, since you can't go out, let me be your girlfriend for the night.
9. Like Looking in a Mirror: The two of you are closer than siblings: you're twins. You share everything, so why is your love any different?
10. Skirting the Line: Stolen glances. Lips only a breath away. You're walking a fine line here. You haven't become physical...yet.
11. Got a Secret, Better Keep It: Needless to say, an incestuous relationship is not one that can see the light of day. You'd better keep it behind closed doors.
12. Jealousy: You can't stand the idea of sharing your beloved sibling with someone else, yet it's hard to make this known without blowing your cover.
13. As One: The obligatory smut prompt, whether it be the first time or one of many the two of you steal away.
14. The Things I Do for Love: You'll do anything to protect your love affair with you sibling and make sure no one interferes. Anything.
15. And You'll Be My Queen: It may seem as though the light will never come, but you want to make promises to your most precious sibling that one day, you'll live as any normal couple.
16. Anyone Who Isn't Us is the Enemy: You're in a dangerous climate, and the only one you can depend on is your flesh and blood - bringing you closer together.
17. No Choice in the Matter: Your sibling is not a willing participant in your debauchery, but they endure your cruelty, grooming, and manipulation because you are their brother or sister.
18. No One Like You: There truly is no one who can love you like the person who is closest to being you, bone of your bone. You perfectly understand each other and your love is pure.
19. Where No One Knows Our Faces: You've decided to flee your current life and live as new people among those who don't know that you're related.
20. Out in the Light: A secret no more, the two of you have decided to bring your affair out into the open. You will face the world, no matter what it does.
21. Rejection: Someone - friends, family, etc - has found out what you two have done and are disgusted by it. Will you turn to each other for comfort?
22. The End: Being with someone so unattainable is tiring, and one day, you may grow weary of stowing everything away, locking your heart up, or feeling so shamed. This must cease. But can you go back to being just siblings?
23. Not Really Related After All: Perhaps the most cliche of tropes, though it's often used to "justify" incest. Turns out the two of you aren't really siblings! Now, you can pursue a relationship freely.
24. Part of the Same Whole: You're meant to be together, you firmly believe it.
25. Sick and Twisted: The fact that you two are siblings actually is a kink/fetish for you. You get off to all of this.
26. FREESTYLE
Klaus Hargreeves | The Umbrella Academy (Netflix) | m/m
Raised Apart
The letter had said that Klaus would be wearing black, but that was half the people in the room.
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Considering his only listed address is his childhood
prisonhome, it's not surprising that Klaus missed some -if not all- of his mail. He'd finally left the place for good a few years ago, but everyonce in a while a good bender, or a failed relationship brought him back to crash in his old room. Brice's letter had stood out though, even if he thought it was just a random fan letter at first. He knew nothing about the woman who gave birth to him, Reginald had made sure of that, so why this half-sibling of his wanted to meet was beyond him. But, he wrote back anyway, might as well find out if he could get anything of value out of this.Klaus really was the worst sometimes. But hey, who knows, the guy could just be an axe murderer.
True to his letter Klaus was wearing all black. His ridiculous lace-up leather pants, converse, sheer belly shirt and a trench coat he wore open, all black. He teetered in, late, and slid onto an open barstool close to the slightly younger man. He held up two fingers, the bartender immediately pouring two shots of vodka, one of which Klaus slides over to Brice. Even his damn fingernails were black.
"Little bro?" Klaus watches him out of the corner of his smokey eye, a slight tinge of a smirk on his lips. Even if it wasn't, he was proud of himself for such a smooth move nonetheless.
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Large, green eyes took in the scene and all Brice could do was cock his head. It took a second to process everything and then he nodded, almost dreamlike, because really - was Brice even awake at this point? "Brice," he said, eyes sliding down Klaus's wiry frame and landing on his black painted nails.
Brice was overdressed in a light green polo shirt and fitted khakis. He was still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that this guy shared DNA with him while another thought slipped in around the edges. He was sexy. Not sexy like a car, but like the way a panther was sexy as it moved around right before it struck out at its prey.
He was going to need more shots.
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The goth spectacle knocked back the shot in one go, letting it thud against the bar, a signal to the bartender he wanted more. His face scrunched up for a moment before he exhales, turning his head to give Brice his full attention. But it also lets him check his half-brother out, which he does without bothering to hide what he was doing. Even though he stuck out like a sore thumb in a place like this, he could tell those khakis were probably hiding something magical.
Klaus had picked this bar because he knew it would be easy to talk, it lacked the crowded rave atmosphere he usually preferred, but it was good for a chill conversation. He was a regular enough that the bartender knew what he liked.
"So, what made you want to find me?" It was the question he'd wondered the most since he read the letters.
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Brice wanted to tell Klaus how their mother spoke of him fondly, kindly, even if it always carried a mystery with the name of the First Born Son. Brice wanted to explain that as a child, he'd invented an imaginary friend he called a brother and had always thought of the other as being there with him. Sure, sometimes the imaginary brother had a duck's bill or a beaver's tail, but how was that any stranger than the man who sat beside him now?
Leaning in slightly, Brice's mouth quirked into a happy little smile. He hadn't smiled much since their mother had died. "We have her eyes," he said, and the emotion took him. His eyes burned for just a second at the thought turned real with his voice, and he glanced away, happy to hear the tinny glug that came from the spout on the vodka bottle as the shot glasses were refilled. "Highball glass, please. A little ice." The bartender was good, quick.
Taking a breath, Brice collected himself and looked at Klaus again, eyes warm - kind - like they usually were. "Excuse me," Brice said, pouring his shot into the glass and glancing around. His eyes always found themselves drawn back to Klaus. The man was positively magnetic.
"What made you decide to meet me?"
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Had his birth mother given him a name before he was effectively sold to Reginal Hargreeves, Klaus wouldn't know what it was. Hell, for the formative years of his life he wasn't called anything than 'Number Four'. Not until Grace -the only mother he remembers having- gave them all real names. But at least he wasn't alone. He had siblings, which seems to be more than Brice had.
He'd tried not to think of the woman who birthed him. Who gave him away for money. It never really sat well in his head no matter how he thought about it. The perpetual psychological trauma of an unwanted child.
Klaus isn't sure what to say about that information, or the emotion it seemed to cause the young man. But he does manage to look sympathetic as he pats Brice on the shoulder. They did have similar colorings, though that's all Klaus could make out in the dim light of the bar.
His hand lingers on his shoulder for a moment before sliding down his arm and off. "Hey-hey, no worries," he said softly. Klaus was on his third shot already.
"Morbid curiosity," he confesses with a shrug of his shoulders. It was the most honest answer he could give without coming across as too much of an asshole. "I never thought about having family outside what I grew up with. And by the third letter, I figured why the hell not."
Klaus looked Brice up and down again, even more slowly, eyes settling on certain parts of him. "So far I'm glad I did."
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Brice knew that meeting would probably bring up bad and sad things for both of them, but he didn't want to dwell on that. He knew he shouldn't have said anything, but Klaus' eyes were just so...engrossing. Brice felt like he could stare in them for minutes. Why did he actually want a staring contest? He tried to move on from that, picking up his glass and taking a long, quiet sip.
The touch was nice, Brice had actually been worried that Klaus would want to beat him up. Why did Brice get to get a life with their mom and Klaus didn't? Thankfully, he managed to not flinch, his body leaning forward so the distance wouldn't be too much for Klaus, hoping he might keep it there. He felt the hand slide off and down, watching Klaus drink.
There was probably a problem there, but it wasn't any of Brice's business.
"Heh, sorry. I would just write you late at night. Just to...have someone to talk to, even if it was just one-sided. I probably shouldn't have mailed them, but that was when this would come in handy." Brice held up his glass before draining it. Maybe he had a problem there too.
"I'm glad you did, too," Brice replied, because never in his life had the college drop out met someone as vivid as Klaus. Brice knew already his life was better from just seeing him. "I appreciate that." Brice reached over, but instead of going high, he went low, his hand sliding partway up Klaus' leg from the knee, then gave it a squeeze. He was trying to not let the world know two strangers were becoming brothers.
"Do you always drink your vodka straight or do you have a favorite mixer?" His hand shifted away, back to the counter and his glass.
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Klaus really couldn't care less that he wasn't brought up by his mother. With his power, he probably would have wound up in an insane asylum or worse. Not that growing up in the Academy was easy, but at least Reginald was prepared for all of their various weirdness. Even if he was a shit father.
Really there's no way Klaus wouldn't have had a royally fucked up childhood. Who knows, Brice may have hated him if they'd grown up together. It's probably better it happened this way.
Klaus was full of problems. What Brice didn't see was the extasy he popped before he even walked into the bar.
"Well, now I feel bad for being the reason you drink," Klaus laughed. Perhaps addiction was something they also shared, Klaus just hopes Brice's isn't as bad as his. He realizes he has a problem, he's just not strong enough to kick it and deal with his powers without it.
He grinned wide as Brice squeezed his leg, that strong hand giving him all the worst ideas. "It's good to know I have a hot little brother." Klaus winks, letting the leg that Brice grabbed before slide closer, his sheer belly shirt riding up his torso.
"Not really, I pretty much like anything that will give me a good buzz." Was he shamelessly flirting with his little brother? Hell yes he was, and be damned with the morals of it. It's not like he gave a shit about what was right or wrong anyway.
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It looked delicious.
"This isn't because of you," Brice said, upping his glass and setting it down - harder than before. He raised a hand and it was suddenly filled halfway up. Oof. The sound from the spout filled the space between Brice's ears. It sounded like mistakes, and Brice was ready for those.
Picking up his glass, Bric emptied it in two gulps, his adam's apple bobbing. He slammed the glass down just as Klaus had with the first shot.
"Can we get out of here?" He asked, right and swiveling them toward the bar, then edging inward to grip the leather basket of his brother.
Fuck.
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"Good good, I wouldn't want to be the one tempting you into addiction," which was the truth. Even with his adoptive siblings, he was very adamant about them not following his footsteps into substance abuse. I guess taking advantage of a good time was something they both just have in common.
His smudged, made-up eyes watch Brice's bobbing Adam's apple as he chewed on his bottom lip. Preppy wasn't normally his type, but his half-brother was fucking hot.
Klaus is about to answer, but his breath and words are gone in a low moan when Brice grabs his junk. He grinds into Brice's hand shamelessly, leaning in to nip at his brother's bottom lip. "I thought you'd never ask. How close is your place?"
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The sting from Klaus' teeth against his lip settled it in Brice's mind. He finished his drink, fumbled for his wallet, unsure exactly how much they owed, but threw down some twenties, ready to get the hell out of there. Brice didn't make eye contact with the bartender, not wanting to see the look that was likely there. Did he care how often this scenario played out with Klaus and others? No, probably not.
They were suddenly outside the bar, the city loud and full in Brice's senses as he clung to Klaus, not sure who was guiding whom but glad when they found the door and the noise was left outside. They hit the elevator just as the doors were closing, Brice fumbling for the fifth floor before he turned full attention to his half brother, lips finding lips.
apologies! my weekend got crazy! x_x
The bartender knew Klaus and had seen something similar to this happen before. Hell, if Klaus remembered correctly he'd had a few trysts with the man himself. The twenties were more than enough to cover their drinks and once they were outside and on their way, Klaus could think of nothing else but being under his thicker younger brother.
His hands roamed over Brice as they stumbled through the streets, grabbing his ass, kissing his neck, and keeping an arm wrapped around him at all times. He himself was sporting a pretty exciting bulge from Brice's earlier fondling.
Klaus' mouth opens almost immediately, as the elevator jolts upward, hungrily kissing his new-found brother as they ascended, his hand sneaking down the front of Brice's pants. Shit, he felt perfect, and he couldn't wait for that cock to be pounding his ass before the night is over.
"I want you," he growled out between kisses, pulling Brice out of the elevator once the doors opened up on the fifth floor. "So how's my little brother's stamina?"
so did my week!
And then Klaus's mouth yawned open and Brice's own tongue darted out and rolled over the other's, green eyes closing as Brice let himself be pressed against the wall. Then a hand was down his pants and Brice's eyes widened, a small sound vibrating across Klaus' teeth and down his throat as Brice's hips humped into that greedy palm.
"Good," Brice answered, the word coming out as a woosh as he was finally able to let out the breath he was holding and inhale again. With an arm wrapped round Klaus' narrow waist, yanking them both down the hallway. He mashed the keycard against the reader, the error sound buzzing twice, forcing Brice's attention off his brother and to the device.
Finally, the little light blinked green and Brice turned the hand, crashing into the room. Through the door, Brice almost shoved Klaus onto the bed, but the other was sturdier than he looked (and a measure of himself had come back to him). The door clicked shut and Brice yanked his shirts over his head, tan skin and freckled shoulders advancing on Klaus and kissing him, fingers sliding up under the midriff, needing it off immediately.
Brice thought they should talk - he should talk more, even if it was dirty talk - but he was all-consumed with his mouth on Klaus. Breaking the kiss, the lack of contact didn't last long, Brice's hands pressed against Klaus's chest and he squatted a bit, pulling the tight skin of his brother's stomach between his teeth.
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While Klaus was pretty damn easy most of the time, he hadn't hungered for someone like this in as long as he could remember. His whole body seemed to ache from how much he wanted to be filled by his brother, as fucked up as it may be.
He's all too amused at how eagerly Brice ruts into his hand, almost sad when the elevator doors open and he has to remove it from his brother's pants so they could walk. There's a giggle from the older as he continued to distract Brice with continued touches and kisses. He couldn't get enough!
They fell into the room like a whirlwind of coats and shirts, Klaus tossing his trench over the desk chair as they passed it. He whistled at Brice's shirtlessness, somehow looking even more fuckably divine than he had imagined. He returned the kisses like he was starving for attention, raising his arms over his head in preparation for Brice to strip his shirt off.
"Ah-! Fuck, you gonna eat me up Brice-y?" Klaus teased as the first red mark blossomed over the pale skin of his belly from Brice's bite. His cock twitching in the confines of his pants at the jolt of pleasure it gave him. Licking his own lips, fingers rubbing the top of Brice's head. "You're so fuckin' hot," he whispers under his breath.
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Thank fuck they were in a hotel room and not still out on the street.
Brice shoved Klaus further back onto the bed, his mouth catching that prominent bottom lip and sucking it between his teeth. The loud jangle of Brice's belt coming undone rang through the room - he had to get out of those khakis before he finished in them. With his pants around his knees, Brice's cock was heavy and obvious in his light blue boxer briefs.
"Undo your pants," Brice said, his voice low, almost commanding. He had no powers of his own, but fuck if he knew how all the laces, belts, strings and buckles worked. It was like his brother had worn a chastity belt to their meet up. "Or I'll have to suck you through the leather." Brice's hands fanned out over his brother's thighs, then both hands dipped in, squeezing Klaus' crotch, following his hard-on to the tip through the material like a fat kid drained a breakfast icing packet.
His mouth dropped back down, catching Klaus' right nipple, shearing the nub between his front teeth, biding his time under Klaus could get himself out. The clean-cut jock-type actually smelled his brother before he saw his cock, anxious to get him in his mouth. Back to his squat, Brice didn't bother trying to be sexy. No sweet kisses down the bare, hairless chest and stomach.
Brice simply lifted his mouth from one spot and suctioned his mouth against the thick underside of his brother's cock. He'd get to the head eventually.
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Klaus manages to kick off his shoes as he's pushed further onto the bed, moaning needily as Brice suckles his lip, the sensation going straight to his cock. He's distracted by his brother's bouncing tented boxers, wanting so bad to see how thick that undoubtedly beautiful cock was. But then there's a command, and his eyes snap up to meet Brice's, smouldering with a new intensity.
"Yes, Sir." Klaus' pants had a zippered fly, making them quite easy to slip in and out of, the lacing on the side mainly for show. He paused though while Brice had his hands on him, only unbuttoning and opening the fly when he moved back down. Unlike his brother, Klaus usually went commando and tonight was no different. He sighed as his cock hit the air of the room, an extra cry of pleasure as Brice sucked his tit.
Klaus propped himself up on his elbows, wanting to watch his younger brother suck his throbbing dick. His whole body shivered as that hot mouth planted itself on the underside of his cock. "Brice- Fuck-"
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Thank god all those contraptions on the front of Klaus's pants were fake. Why even bother wearing something so ornate? Brice kept that thought to himself - lost it, actually - when his brother's cock sprang out, slapping just below the pale navel right under Brice's mouth. "Goddamn," he grunted, inhaling deeply. It wasn't just to lock Klaus' scent into his memory. Brice had been an ace swimmer back in the day, and he knew he'd need to hold his breath for a while with this one.
He planed to drain Klaus dry until he was coming sand.
With emerald eyes trailing up Klaus's frame until they met the sooted eyelids of his brother, Brice wrapped his index finger and thumb around his brother's base. Lifting the cock up straight, then as he angled it toward himself, Brice made a decision.
There was no sexy, playful desire with Klaus. It was pure primal need.
Still with the breath suspended in his lungs, Brice took his brother to the hilt, the tip of his nose brushing the shaved, slightly prickly area of Klaus's pelvis. His brother was thick and bold and salty across his tongue before Brice swallowed him down. Tears sprang to the corners of his eyes as he held him there, throat tightening.
After several moments, Brice relented, his lips closing over hard muscle, cheeks hollowing as he began to suck his brother. The noises he was making would last a lifetime in his head. Wet, sloppy, almost piggish, but Brice couldn't stop. The front of his boxer briefs was stained with a puddle of precome as he drank whatever Klaus had to offer from his dick slit.
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Though nothing could prepare Klaus for what happened next. The feeling of his cock being completely engulfed by his sexy brother's pretty mouth. The feeling of his dick against the soft, hot, wetness of the back of Brice's throat nearly made him cum, but instead he held back, a loud animalistic growl coming from deep in his own throat.
"Fuck you're pretty..."
Klaus watched every movement Brice made, his hand tight in the younger man's hair as he ground his hips up into that sweet manly face.
Then the sucking started. Precum began dribbling out of his dick as Klaus effectively started to slow hump down Brice's throat.
"That's it, you gobble my cock like a good boy." As much of a bottom Klaus normally was, he had no problem taking charge when someone blew him.
"You wanna feel how tight my hole is for that pretty cock of yours?"
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Brice sucked at his brother's cock, taking every bit of precome down his through once it had visited his tongue. Fingers tightened and loosened around Klau's cock, urging his first climax to hurry the fuck up. With Klaus's legs parted, Brice's hand scooped up his right cheek, thumbnail pressing against Kalus' taint.
Shifting south, it quickly found the puckered rosebud his brother spoke so highly about. The pad of Brice's thumb coaxed it as open as it could be, just enough to let the first half of his thumb penetrate him.
A wet slurp occurred before Brice's mouth of off Klau's cock. "Sonner you come, sooner I fuck you," Brice said, his voice low and dark and throaty thanks to the abuse Klaus's cock had dealt out. Still, he went back down on his brother, thumb popping out just as Brice's ring and middle fingers shoved themselves inside.
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Well the feeling was more than mutual, especially when that thumb went up his ass.
"D-deal," he whimpered out. "Get ready little bro," it was dark and sweet, punctuated by a loud desperate moan. Those fingers plunging inside made him thrust into that hot mouth. Fingers tightened, burying himself deep in Brice's throat before he comes in molten ribbons. "Oh fuck! Drink that shit, Bricey!"
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If he was going to fill him, Brice had every intention of returning the favor.
The noises coming from the clean-cut jock-type were wet, hoarse, guttural. He'd never heard anything as filthy as the sounds he was making and his cock was painfully hard with the knowledge that it was his brother bringing them out.
once the tide began to lull, Brice worked his hand up Klaus's shaft, pulling the last bit of climax from him. Lips like a vacuum circled the crown of his cock, allowing his tongue to flit over the slit and around the glans. His Klaus began to wilt in his mouth, Brice' looked up at his big brother's face, intent to get him hard again before Brice mounted him.
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He grins, mouth open slightly as he catches his breath. The hand in Brice's hair loosens, his fingers massaging his younger brother's head. "You look so goddamn delicious down there, brother."
The older shifts his hips, biting his bottom lip as his brother's scissoring fingers find just that right spot. Between that and Brice's flicking tongue it keeps Klaus from going completely flaccid. Seeing how eager his preppy younger brother was to get him hard and ready to be fucked definitely kept his blood pumping. "I wanna kiss you. Wanna taste my come on your tongue, Bricey."
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At the compliment, Brice's tired lips wink into a self-pleased grin. He figured he knew exactly how he looked - it wasn't his first rodeo, but this rendezvous was definitely ticking off some boxes he never knew existed. "Look good yourself," Brice managed, his words soft, carrying a bit of gurgle to them. He needed just a second to help his throat recover, coated as it was. He wondered, quickly and then the thought drifted away, if this would have been their teenage years together, just fluids passed back and forth in a continuous orgasm of naked flesh.
Without needing any more motivation than Klaus' words, Brice stood up and stripped out of his boxer briefs. His cock slapped against his toned stomach as the younger of the two climbed up on the bed, making way right between his brother's legs. Arms scooped up Klaus from behind, Brice pushing what he could muster of his brother's ejaculate into his mouth, bodies warm and welcoming as they brushed.
He tried to keep it tender, but Klaus was a hurricane who didn't seem the like to meander when the work wasn't done. Brice's wide cock pressed into Klaus' sac, a little grunt escaping before it found the hollow of his brother's hip.
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The older brother whined softly as Brice removed his fingers from his ass, but doesn't complain one bit about the view. He fisted his own cock as he watched the younger undress, licking his lips as that thick cock springs free. He couldn't have dreamed of a better cock to be on his stallion of a brother. Klaus let his newly hardened cock go as Brice swooped down on him again. His hands running up the younger's arms and down his back as they kiss.
The moan that came from deep in his chest even surprised him, loud and needy, desperate as he suckled his brother's tongue clean. There's a spark in his eye when he finally felt Brice's cock prodding his sac before rubbing against his boney hip. He wanted it pounding his ass all night and into next week if he had his way.
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Grinning against his brother's mouth, Brice's hips jutted forward, a silvery pond forming in the hollow of Klaus' hip, Brice's precum needing somewhere to go. He slicked himself in it, the pressure was light but quick, worried that too much friction would have him finishing anywhere else but deep inside Klaus.
Finally getting his tongue back, Brice kept Klaus up with his left hand, as his right deftly wrapped around his own cock. "I'm going to fuck you in half," he said, voice low, hungry, darker than he'd ever heard it before. "Ready for this dick, Klausy?" Before he could answer, Brice's mouth was against his own, pushing Klaus into the pillows, shifting his body. While it was new do to with Klaus, Brice was no virgin.
He didn't hesitate once his cock found the tentative yield of Klaus' hole. Positioned, Brice's hips drove him in, the first thrust getting him in halfway, grunting with the pleasure of it. He watched his brother's face, and Brice needed to kiss him again. The lower half of his cock struck home deep inside Klaus as his mouth mashed hard against his brother's lips, teeth ringing like swords in battle as his hips began to piston away, then back into, Klaus's body.
His brother's body. His brother's ass.
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'Fuck yeah' is what Klaus was going to say, his lips curling in satisfaction at the way Brice mimicked his nickname. And that's about all he can do before Brice pounces him into the pile of hotel pillows, claiming his mouth as Klaus is all too ready to give into him.
That first thrust inside had his eyes rolling back at just how god damn amazing it felt. Of course, there was some resistance, but that bit of drag has Klaus shaking and moaning for all the right reasons. Long lashes flutter as Brice drove it home, mouth opening in a pleasured cry that's muffled by his brother's kiss.
Despite feeling like he was already being split in half, Klaus grinds his hips down onto that monster cock.
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One hand went to Klau's thigh, the grip almost predatory, pinning him to the mattress. The other went to his wild tangle of hair, threading through it, using it as a lever as Brice bit down on the inside of his cheek from blowing his load so soon. When he finally exhaled, Brice made sure to turn his head to the side, sucking up what had kept him hard, but from exploding. They were blood, but that didn't mean Klaus wanted his brother's all over him.
Eyes went wide when Klaus ground down, Brice's lips more scarlet than before.
"K-keep that up. I'm gonna come," he warned, his body pounding into his brother, already imagining the many other positions they'd be enjoying. Sucking on his lips for a second, Brice placed kisses up Klaus' neck, making his way to his ear.
"Can I come inside you, brother?"
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The amount of effort Brice was putting into not cumming instantly was pretty damn impressive. Klaus watched his younger brother's face with a wild fascination amidst his own moans and whimpers.
That question accompanied by the hot breath so close to his ear made the elder shake. Asking for consent never got old. "Oh you fucking better. I wanna be soaked in it." Klaus growled, turning to catch his half-brother's lips again. "Fuck me hard -ah-and fill my little ass, Bricey."
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Not that he had any reason to last longer than he had. His older brother had given him an order, after all. "Gonna...Cum...," Brice grunted, and before the last word was done ringing in the room, the height of his climax crashed around him. Brice felt like he'd never come so hard in his life. It felt like his seed was gushing into his brother, trim him pummeling it deeper and deeper into Klaus' guts. He rode the wave, enjoying the sounds as their bodies collided.
When he felt his dick pushed out, Brice took it in his hand, the other had Klaus under a knee, levering his older brother up. A few strokes and Brice had himself milked, pushing the tiny drop of seed - and his dick - back inside Klaus as his body gave him a tremor of post-climax bliss.
He stayed inside his brother, rocking slowly back and forth, letting Klaus' ass do the work of getting whatever else he had in him. "Fuuuuuck!" Brice groaned, noticing for the first time the sweat he'd built up from fucking his brother. "Goddamn," he muttered, easing himself down on top of Klaus as his cock feel out for the last time of that round.
"Fuck," he said again, head sagging against Klaus' bony shoulder.
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Klaus squeezes his dick as Brice falls out the first time, biting his bottom lip as he's so on the verge of his second orgasm. "Put it back in, Bricey, pleeease," he somehow whimpered and growled at the same time. The noise he makes as his brother bottoms out in him again, giving him that last bead of cum was pure animal as he sprays his own abs and chest with another splatter of cum.
"Holy shit," Klaus giggles breathlessly as he grabs at Brice, kissing the side of his head as the younger laid on him. "Mmmmm Bricey... you're fuckin' good..." Klaus praised him, panting softly as his hands roamed over him.
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Brice's thighs and calves burned from the effort, but he wanted more. He wanted more of his brother. Managing to get a palm flat onto the mattress, Brice angled himself so he was sucking Klaus' lower lip into his mouth, then his tongue followed, wanting to shut the other up and keep him talking at the same time. He wanted to devour Klaus and have him live inside his head and let him fuck and suck him every hour until they were both simply coughing air as they came.
"Goddamn, you're so fuckin tight," Brice finally managed, his mouth sore and bruised but cut into a grin that would dazzle anyone who didn't share the same expressive mouth.
"So good, Klaus," Brice said, his mouth skipping over skin then finding a dollop of his brother that was more jelly than glue. He slurped it up and brought his mouth back, grunting as the two worked bit between them.
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"Why else do you think everyone wants a piece of it?" Klaus chuckled, eyes dancing as he watches that grin, mirroring it on his own face. "But I think that big fat cock of yours was made for it."
He pressed his body up into those kisses, not caring how desperate he looked for the attention. His little brother was a God in bed and he wanted every ounce of his affection. He giggles as Brice lapped up his cum, "still hungry for more of big bro's cum? I know I want more of yours," he licked his lips as he looked down at him.
"How do you wanna fuck your big brother next, Bricey?"
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Brice lifted Klaus' right arm, burrowing his nose and mouth into his brother's pit. He licked up his brother's scent and played with his nipples at the same time. Finally pulling back, Brice glanced at the window, the small table in front of it. "Maybe raise the blinds and let people see." Klaus was bringing out the slut in him, but also the top. Brice liked a good deep dicking himself, but it felt like Klaus was made to be fucked.
"Maybe when I'm tired I'll sit on your face. Wanna lick my boy hole, brother?" The dirty talk had got his own cock stirring, but Brice was fine with a little back and forth before he tried to mount Klaus again.
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He watched with a fascination and a few giggles as Brice smelled and licked him, his nipples becoming perky red bumps. "Such a dirty boy, you want everyone to see you fucking your big brother?" Klaus purred, a hand going between them to wrap around his younger brother's dick.
"Now I know we're related," Klaus mused. "If I'm still conscious I'll tickle that sweaty pucker."
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"We've got so much time," Brice said, and then his hands came up and he let his fingers brush the hard lines of Klaus' face. Cupping his brother's cheeks, Brice placed a soft, fleeting kiss on his older brother's mouth.
"But I want my cock in your mouth because I've tasted you. It's your turn, bro." Brice's fingers slid through Klaus' hair as he ground against the fingers gripping him, filling out at the thought of that slippery tongue against his shaft.
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The tender way Brice holds his face surprises him. That coy mischevious smile fading to look up in wonder, that soft kiss making his eyes flutter closed and his chest feel tight. "Brice..." it's barely above a whisper, and it's cut off as he chuckles at the youngers request.
His fingers tighten as he begins slow jerking Brice's dick, feeling it grow in his hand. He leans up to nip at his brother's lips, the mischief coming back as that slippery tongue laps over his bite. "And how do you want me to swallow this big fat cock of yours? Here on the bed or on my knees in front of the window?"
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"Doesn't mean you still can't be on your knees though," Brice said, fingers curling around the back of Klaus' neck, threading through his thick hair. "Suck my dick, bro."
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