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Kaeya nearly growls, bucking his hips upward into Jason's hand. His fingers in his brother's hair actually push Jason's head down. "Drunken fool, put my cock in your mouth, or I'll do it for you, and I won't be gentle." It's an idle threat, but his voice carries enough tone to make his intention clear.

If Kaeya is going to indulge Jason's drunken desires, he's going to make sure he gets something good out of it. A blow job is a start, but he intends to take more. If Jason doesn't act, though, Kaeya will take the lead more insistently.
 
Oh. He didn’t expect him to be so moody about it, teeth letting his lower lip pop free to make a swollen, pouty frown. “Don’t talk t’ me like m’ in trouble,” Jason mumbled, feeling like he was being scolded for trespassing in his big brother’s room. “You’re not my boss,” but, he’s not being sassy about it so much as griping. He wants him in his mouth just as much as Kaeya does.

So he sits up a little and, glaring at his brother through it, wraps his pouty, frowning lips around the fat bluntness of his cockhead. His cheeks narrow out with a slurp and his tongue swipes along the underside of that mushroom shape from within his mouth. Gradually his eyes close and he sinks into what amounts to a makeout session, moans and suckles covering the first few inches. His hands are still needy and restless, so they crawl up that beautiful body and gently drag downward with the blunt edges of his nails. At least the boy finally starts to bob his head, drool running down the line of a vein as it throbs and keeps that dick full.
 
Kaeya smirks at Jason's pouting. But his hands relax as the boy finally makes a move to suck his cock. There's a brief thought in the back of his head, that Jason is a brat, but he doesn't linger on it. Not right now. That's a thought for later.

Kaeya groans softly as Jason closes his lips around his tip. The silky wetness of his tongue feels good. He may be more amateur than pro, but what he's doing is making Kaeya's cock throb. His head tilts back briefly, before lifting again to watch as Jason's head starts bobbing up and down. Kaeya's normally bright hazel eyes are darkened by pleasure, gaze intense as he stares.

After a couple minutes, Kaeya's hips move. Pushing up to meet the downward motion of Jason's head, he thrusts into his mouth. More soft groans, abdomen muscles flexing, Kaeya's fingers tighten in Jason's soft brown hair. "Jason.."
 
His pulse skyrockets and his balls ache with every more insistent, telling move his brother makes, anything that highlights how turned on he is. He opens his mouth a little more and tries to do a good job, tries to be good at taking what Kaeya is trying to fuck down his throat, but there’s the undeniable sound of gagging whenever he nudges too far, thick strings of drool collecting at the base. Still, Jason doesn’t pull away, coughing a little and breathing deeply when his brother pulls his dick out a few inches.

When it’s deeply seated inside of his throat, his eyes glaze over and he just stares right back, although they’re emptier. Hazier. At least he’s relaxed enough that he can take more than if he were sober. He’d be too tense. The same goes for places Kaeya has yet to explore.
 
Kaeya gets a small thrill from the sound of Jason gagging. It's a bit of an ego boost. But he's still careful not to hurt the boy. After another 2 minutes, Kaeya groans, his head tilting back. Hands push Jason's head down as his hips rise up. A heartbeat later, Kaeya spills into the back of Jason's throat.

Kaeya relaxes, hands untangling from Jason's hair to push it back from his face. As he does, his hips relax, falling back onto the bed. Kaeya lifts his head to look at Jason. The sight makes his still hard cock twitch.
 
Jason’s hands clamp onto Kaeya’s thighs as he feels him tense, and he takes his load down his belly with just a little left to suckle off of his prick, just a little bit to taste. It was such a reward, such a delight, to even get a chance to bring his brother to climax. When he looks up, he’s flushed and his eyes are wet, sniffing his nose and wiping at a tear running down his cheek. There would have been a whole lot more of those if his brother had been meaner. He was just so lucky, wasn’t he?

He chuckled his satisfaction and hugged onto the older’s hips with a bright grin, “are we ready for bed, ya think?” Jason’s cheek pressed to inner thigh, using it as a pillow. “Jus’ pull the covers back over me, heheh. I’ll sleep here.”
 
Kaeya has other ideas. He sits up, pulling Jason up to sit straddling his lap. Their cocks press together, and Kaeya's hands grasp Jason's ass. Dipping his head, his mouth brushes along his brother's shoulder, up towards his neck.

Once Jason is balanced on his lap, Kaeya reaches somewhat blindly, somewhat by memory, for the bedside rable drawer. He has lube stashed there, and it doesn't take him long to find it. Karya opens the flip top of the bottle behind Jason's back, squeezing some onto his right fingers. The bottle closes with a quiet snap.

The lube is cool, but not cold, and would soon heat from their own body heat. Kaeya's left hand grasps the curve of Jason's ass cheek. His right fingers, slick with the lube, slide between Jason's cheeks to brush his hole. Kaeya bites down gently on Jason's shoulder.
 
Ohh. Ok, this he could get used to, and could easily be lulled to sleep with, the holds, gentle kisses…his eyes closed and he nosed against Kaeya’s neck, breathing deep and slow. Goosebumps broke out along all of his naked form and he moaned quietly into long brown hair. It was almost a sob. So much relief…

Then his brother was moving, and Jason heard the snap, sort of. Then he felt the coolness. The slickness. It confused him. “Aren’t you tired?” He asked him after a moment, breathless from the cool shock of it.

“I don’t even know’f I can get hard again, h-haha…!” Uncertain laughter, but gosh…he moaned behind tightly-shut lips and rubbed his chest forward, back arching, when Kaeya sank his teeth in. “Ooooh…”
 
Kaeya immediately releases his teeth, only to bite down again a little to the side. His fingers are rubbing, teasing Jason's hole. A stranger likely wouldn't know of Jason's anal virginity – or at least, Kaeya is quite certain Jason hasn't had anything inside his body, much less a cock.

Kaeya's mouth keeps Jason more or less distracted, biting, licking the spot, then biting again. But after about a minute, Kaeya presses one finger into Jason. Slowly, gently, but with steady pressure, he sinks his finger inside.
 
He’s a virgin, though maybe not as inexperienced as his brother thinks. 19 is old enough to order from adult websites, and drug stores carry sex toys now. He had a few things that nobody knew about, but none of them were as long as Kaeya. Hell, only one of them was even, yknow…like, a dildo. He had a plug and a bullet and a dildo. It was five inches, an inch and a half around.

So, nevermind Kaeya, but a finger, he could handle a finger, his breath catching and his body tensing up when his brother finally breaches him. First there’s the tension and then there’s the release of it as Kaeya’s knuckle nestles against his rim. He grunts and nips skin not with his teeth but with blunt nails, not saying anything more yet. His breath and body have said enough for now, silken heat twitching and clinging to his brother’s digit. It’s…comfortable.
 
Kaeya knows his size, and knows taking it can be difficult. So he works to prepare Jason's body. His finger slides back and forth, easing the boy's muscles. Adding a second digit, and more lube, he curls his fingers slightly, stroking Jason's inner walls.

As he fingers Jason, Kaeya's hips shift and roll beneath him. He's seeking friction for his still hard cock, standing upright between their bodies. His mouth continues traveling Jason's skin, biting lightly, trailing kisses, but leaving no marks.

Eventually, Kaeya would find the little bundle of nerves that make up Jason's prostate. Pressure sends fresh waves of pleasure through his brother's body. As soon as he does, Kaeya focuses on rubbing and stroking that spot. Between thrusts of his fingers, Kaeya adds more lube and slides a third finger into Jason, stretching him.
 
Tired and woozy, the alcohol starts working more magic. He just wants to sleep, and his body tingles with it. Some of his whines come off as complaints instead of compliments. Massaging from within, Kaeya is able to keep much protest at bay, and it even starts to wake Jason’s cock up a little. He pinches his eyes shut and has his arms wrapped around his brother’s neck, gasping into it. Writhing and squirming. “That’s—- a lot-“ he grunts eventually, leaning forward and trying to raise his hips up off of that hand. With legs like jelly, it’s difficult. Every part of him feels like a warm water bed, like it wouldn’t be a big deal to sleep or to be fingered into oblivion.

“That’s…’nuff,” and he wants to be able to savor this, too! He’s so sleepy..
 
Kaeya actually growls against Jason's shoulder, then moves his mouth to bite higher up, where his shoulder connects to his neck. It's a harder bite, but doesn't break the skin, and Kaeya sucks on the spot. There would be a dark hickey come morning.

His fingers slide back and forth, the motion made easy by the lube. His fingertips rub and tease at Jason's prostate, sending further electrical jolts of pleasure through him. "Not done, Jason. 'M still hard." Kaeya murmurs against Jason's neck.

Not much more time passes before Kaeya removes his fingers. However, he shifts Jason on his lap, pulling him closer, lifting him up. One arm wrapped around Jason's waist, keeping him up, while the other coats his cock in lube. "Take a deep breath, Jason." Kaeya lowers Jason, slowly, carefully, letting his brother's body adjust as his cock slides in where his fingers once were. He doesn't stop until Jason is fully seated on all nine inches.
 
He grimaces, cries out, and clings tightly to him through the pain of his teeth, soothing suckles drawing moans and further stiffness out from him and his prick. “Hh…” he chuckles breathlessly, “that’s not, you…y’hoo can’t be…” but Jason’s hard, so it’s not impossible. He just doesn’t want to fuck right now.

“But it’ll be more fun in, in the morning,” he tried, stumbling over his words. Tongue-tied. A few whines and groans of complaint leave him while he sits up on his knees, working with the direction Kaeya was trying for. Lifting himself up. The slick sound of a wet cock in hand made him shiver.

“W-wait, wait, wait wait w-“ he doesn’t have a choice, he has to take that deep breath, feeling it hitch in his chest as the older’s cockhead nudges against slippery, well-worked muscles and softened rim. He slips in pretty smooth. Jason rocks forward and digs his knees into the blankets, squeezing his arms tighter around Kaeya. “Mmngh! Sh-shit!” He spits out the swear as he feels himself spread, and again as his brother sinks in inches deeper than his toy, or his brother’s fingers, had managed to reach.

“Fuck!” Jason bleated, his eyes burning and brimming with tears. It’s too much going on. He’s got a big cock inside of him- his brother- and he can’t think, his body is hot and it’s something he’s begged for and begged to be relieved from wanting for years. “Kaeya!” He’s tense and bared down, hole tight with the grip of his anxious muscles. It doesn’t matter how loosened up he is when he’s flexing like that.
 
Kaeya groans in time with Jason's cursing, arms wrapping tighter around his brother, like steel bands on muscle keeping Jason from pulling away. His lips brush up and down Jason's neck, shoulder, breath coming quickly as he tries to keep his composure. To not just buck into his once virginal brother.

Kaeya's muscles are trembling, particularly the muscles of his hips. He wants nothing more than to move, thrust, buck into Jason. But his brother needs a moment to adjust. Kaeya doesn't want to hurt him. So Kaeya sits still, holding Jason tightly, playing his lips and teeth across his shoulder.
 
Spit flecked his lips as he grunted, and he moaned into his shoulder, nails dragging red lines down his brother’s back. Drool dangled from his mouth as he made his sounds, insides convulsing against the deep intrusion. “Mmmgh- hnn!” Tears squeezed out and down his cheeks while his cock drooled, too, knuckles aching from how hard he cringed and scraped at that back.

A few minutes passed, or maybe just one, but it felt like ages before he began to relax, muscles in his thighs and stomach loosening. He sobbed against his neck from all that he was feeling, head swimming and body overwhelmed.
 
Kaeya gasps and arches his back as Jason drags his nails against his skin. In response, his own hands rub up and down Jason's back. "Easy, Jason, deep breaths. You need to relax." Kaeya's going to have welts across his back in the morning for sure.

When Jason finally relaxes, Kaeya drags his tongue against his brother's ear, breath hot. "That's it, relax. Feel me inside you." Kaeya starts moving then, a careful, slow roll of his hips. But the movement is there, and he groans lightly. He increases movement gradually, until his hips are rocking steadily, though the thrusts are kept short and deep, due to their position.
 
“I know,” he wailed, “but I told you to wait!” More sniffles, then the slap of sweaty palms holding on to his brother, his knees squeezing the man between them. He hadn’t wanted it yet! Not that he could think on it much, or think anything at all, when Kaeya started in on his thrusts.

“Oh-!” The first sound out is a yelp, catching him by surprise, and then he huffs and puffs until Kaeya rocks just right, driving a moan from the depths of the younger man’s chest. He sees stars as the room spins.
 
Kaeya growls and catches Jason's hands when he starts slapping, pushing them behind Jason's back. He holds them there, using them as a sort of leverage. When Jason moans, Kaeya changes pace; a little bit harder, little bit faster. Though, there's not much difference he can make in this position.

A moment goes by and Kaeya pushes his hips up, releasing Jason's hands. One arm wrapped around Jason's waist, the other pressed to the bed, Kaeya flips them over, Jason on his back and Kaeya above him. Perfect, now Kaeya can move freely. And move he does; longer thrusts, pulling almost all the way out, then pushing back into Jason's depths. Kaeya holds himself up, watching Jason's face.
 
The change in position sends an abrupt moan out of his mouth, hands lost in the blankets as they twist, and he’s made very aware of his hardness as it aches horribly, insistently, in the air between them. It’s tempting to want to touch himself, but with the newfound pace, he’s a wanton mess. Drunk, drooling and horny, Jason grasps a pillow from behind him and pulls it to his face, moaning into it. His eyes, bleary with tears, stare up from over the fabric, gazing up, trying to focus on his brother as those thrusts rock him into the mattress. Every buck breathes for him, fucking out his exhales and preempting the shuddering intake of new air.
 
Kaeya smirks at Jason's expression, hips rolling smoothly and steadily. He keeps this pace for several minutes, giving the occasional groan or pleasured grunt. In a sense, Kaeya is taking this as payment for going to get Jason, even though he would have picked his brother up anyway. Sexual interest or not.

Eventually, Kaeya changes the angle of his hips, thrusts becoming shorter, but no less deep. His muscles flex with his movements, hips bucking harder. An experienced partner would know he's getting close to his climax. Kaeya's hands curl, gripping the sheets to either side of Jason's head.

When Kaeya's climax hits, he bucks hard, burying his cock to the hilt in Jason's body. He groans, loudly, eyes fluttering closed. Hips jerking tightly against Jason, Kaeya spills hot seed into his brother, and keeps bucking tight through the aftershocks.
 
Jason looked more and more faded the closer he got to his own second orgasm, his legs coming up to lock ankles behind Kaeya’s hips.

“Oh!” He yipped and his head tossed back, “Oh! Oh, god—“ a hand flew to his mouth, back of his wrist over his lips and there to muffle his mewl. Kaeya pouring into him pushed him over the edge, the feeling violent as it ripped through him like a storm. Compared to the first time, his load was far less in volume but the tremors lasted just as long, body clamping down on his brother’s cock like a vice to further milk him from where he sat buried and grinding.

No more words or thoughts. Jason had dried streaks of tears down his cheeks and a slack jaw, lungs swallowing down air as he tried to recover, fuzziness creeping further and further in from the corners of his mind.
 
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Kaeya hovers over Jason for a couple of minutes, basking in the heat of his body, enjoying the view of his worn out brother beneath him. Then he slowly pulls out, rolling to lay beside Jason. His left arm goes beneath the boy's head again, hand on his shoulder to pull him in close. Kaeya flips the blanket back over them from where it had fallen away during their romp.

"Go to sleep, Jason." Kaeya turns his head to look at the bedside clock; by this point, it's almost 3am. Kaeya would be awake in 3 hours; it never matters how late he's up, he's accustomed to waking at 6am, so he doesn't need an alarm in the mornings. Jason would likely sleep far longer.
 
He’s already half gone by the time Kaeya speaks, Jason welcoming the warm cradle of an embrace. He’s still spread from that dick but his body is warm and tingling, easily sinking into sleep. The morning is something different.

It hurts. There was a little prep, but Jason burned a little, and he felt the ache where someone had bore deeper than fingers or toys had reached before. It’s what wakes him up, but it’s not until about ten or eleven in the morning, his body cringing and his lips pulling into a grimace as he tries to stretch.

His head hurts too, of course; he’d drank too much for it not to. With a groan and a whimper, he blinks open his eyes and tries to stare through puffy eyelids. Why did everything hurt?

He’s still too groggy to think about it, coming to with just sounds of complaint and discomfort. Hands felt blindly around, squeezing a pillow to himself.
 
When Kaeya woke at 6am, he had carefully pulled himself away from Jason, trying not to wake his brother. A trip to the kitchen and he brings back a bottle of advil and a glass of water. Then to the bathroom to shower. Afterward, Kaeya makes coffee, then settles on the sofa to watch some crime show.

Having left the bedroom door open, Kaeya can hear when Jason starts to wake. Instead of going to greet his brother, Kaeya goes back to the kitchen to start making brunch. Homemade breakfast sandwiches seems like a good idea, and he pulls sausage patties from the freezer, and eggs from the fridge. He even manages to find half a pack of bacon in the back of the fridge. Before long, smells of cooking food drift through the apartment.
 
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