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Loves Me, Loves Me…Not? Sadboy+Blue

I’ll have to punish you. Jason wants to be an ass and to tell him to shut up- he sounds like he’s in a porno- but it’s too hard to think. He’s still in the middle of feeling like a puddle of warm mush. Plus, Kaeya makes for good viewing right now, especially as he strips. Jason can feel his mouth water and his dick twitch, resting at a lazy arc as he pants.

There’s a soft whine when the older of them gets comfortable and slides his hand along sensitive skin, everything pliant, easy and warm. Jason’s hole puckers at the prod of that prick, but he’s so relaxed and needy that it pops in and he drawls a whorish moan. It hits spots just past his entrance that are sore, announcing how he’d taken something this exact shape the night prior. His body hurt in all the same places.

Then, when Kaeya pulls him near and thrusts forward, Jason cries out, one hand raking through and grabbing onto brown hair. The angle is great and the depth- he’s spread open anew in the depths that fingers can’t reach, lips open in an expression of discomfort, awe and bliss. It’s a mess, he’s a mess, they’re a mess. “Oh,” Jason choked out the words, “oh, my goddd,”

There’s nothing stopping him from loosing another hungry noise, stars bursting behind his eyelids while nails drag red lines into his flesh. His toes curl and he squeezes down on the length inside of him. Precum oozes out of his cock and from the shuddering of his frame, one might think he’d just had another, albeit dry, orgasm; he’s completely taken.
 
Kaeya is smirking above Jason, watching the emotions play across his brother's face. His cock is throbbing inside Jason's tight body, and his fingers dig into Jason's skin. He can't help but to tease the younger male, rocking his hips just the tiniest bit, but keeping Jason's ass tight to his groin. "So tight, a perfect fit. Feel my cock deep inside you." Kaeya chuckles, tilting his head as he watches Jason.

Kaeya doesn't wait long, not really giving Jason enough time to adjust. He rolls his hips, pulling back halfway only to push to the hilt again. He picks up a steady pace, not slow, but not fast either. Each thrust is firm, his cock rubbing every internal surface of Jason's tight channel. Low groans occasionally rumble in Kaeya's chest. He stays mostly upright, hands gripping Jason's hips, eyes dark with desire as he watches his brother's reactions and expressions. In the back of his mind, he's thinking he should have done this sooner, should have just cornered Jason one of those many nights when they were home alone and Jason was trying, poorly, to hide erections their playful brotherly wrestling had caused.
 
His neck flexes, tendons tight and jaw set while he huffs through his nose and whimpers against the feel of Kaeya barely moving. But, barely moving turns into something much more, and his hands crawl up his brother’s arms, holding onto the meat of his biceps while the older of them rains lewd praises down on him.

“B—-better—be!” He gasped, eyes half-lidded as attitude dripped from his lips. “If you complained right now, I’d kill you- nnh!” It’s impossible to keep that up for long, especially as Kaeya’s cockhead bores deep, widening him up in where he swears is his stomach. It just feels…so much. He feels so much, and this is a lot, quivers of disbelief and excitement…

Jason closes his legs around his brother and grinds upward, rutting his softening dick into the air while the tensing of muscles makes for an even more snug embrace around that length. “It’s—-hot, you’re hot,” he felt like he was melting in the best ways, but he didn’t want to sound like a stupid porn star. “Yeah—“ his breath hitched. “Yeah! Yeah, it’s good, you’re good, right there,” his little squirms and Kaeya’s thrusts had hit deliciously, grinding his brother against his prostate.
 
Kaeya is relishing the way Jason is reacting. Every sound, every movement, even his attempt at giving attitude. It's all so attractive, and sends further heat straight to Kaeya's groin. When Jason locks his legs around Kaeya's waist, he groans deeply when his brother's muscles clench around him. He curses, his resolve to take his time cracking.

Kaeya leans further over Jason, which in turn lifts his hips further, changes the angle, so he's hitting the spot Jason likes with every thrust. Kaeya bucks, hard, sinking his cock to the hilt again. "Gods, you feel so good, Jason." Kaeya's hips change pace, faster, but still half out, then back in to full depth. His hands move to the sofa, pressing down to either side of Jason's head. Eyes dark with lust and passion, Kaeya watches Jason's expressions. "Mm, I want to fuck you so hard, Jason."
 
When Kaeya shifts, his hands caging him in and that lean, beautiful body looming over him, Jason stares and his eyes roll back, his jaw slack. Pouty lips gape open as he sucks in a breath and moans, then mewls, his lower back arching and his small shoulders going into the sofa.

Kaeya talks about fucking him and all Jason can do is feel absolutely everything, his hands limp while pleasure and discomfort combine in that too-much way. “I—love you!” He whines, needy and in sharp juxtaposition to the carnal way Kaeya grunts his lusts and grinds them deep. “I love you, I love you—- god,” Jason winces, and he pulls Kaeya’s face close, arms looped behind the older’s neck. “M’ gonna cum, m’ gonna cum already, you’re, I’m,” but is he? Or is he just overwhelmed? Even he doesn’t know. They’ve barely started the main course, but he’d been so worked up and teased, and his body clearly remembers this because why else would he have so quickly turned into a whiny whore? Surely not because he’s been in love with this asshole his whole life or anything.
 
Kaeya can't help but let out a small, breathy laugh. Hearing Jason say those three words, 'I love you', is strange to hear. Kaeya doesn't repeat them back. He grunts when Jason wraps his arms around his neck, pulling him down close. His hips don't stop as he uses this closeness to kiss Jason, tongue sliding into his brother's mouth. Jason's admittance that he's going to cum urges Kaeya on, and his thrusts come faster, pumping in and out of Jason's body.

Kaeya kisses Jason until his brother pulls away for breath. Kaeya's own stamina is far greater, so he's not panting yet. His mouth moves down, trailing kisses along Jason's jaw to his neck, where he bites and sucks at the skin, creating a dark hickey. Kayea's cock is throbbing, but he's not quite close to his own climax yet. He releases Jason's neck when it starts to bruise, lips brushing the skin just beneath his jaw. Kaeya's voice is growled against Jason's skin. "Fuck, you feel so good, Jason."
 
It felt good, bleating that he loved him. It was cathartic after last night, and after the weird…lead up to this, and after painful, embarrassing years wherein he was disgusted with himself.

He didn’t have to think about any of that. Not now, while Kaeya fucked him raw and rough. Not as the heat built low in his guts and their tongues slid together. When Jason did finally cum, it was with his brother’s hot mouth drawing out that fat purple bruise along his throat. He shivered and his balls throbbed, head tipping back with a moan and then a sharp gasp before he felt all of that tension, physical and emotional, pour out in thick spurts, the muscles of his inner thighs quivering while they clenched to his hips, his insides clinging to his brother’s thick and eager prick.

“Oh, god—-khh! Kaeya, god—-“ his fingers tangled in red hair, clutching the older boy to his throat while he shuddered through such a strong orgasm.
 
Kaeya grunts as Jason's body tightens around his cock during his orgasm. Kaeya doesn't stop, though that tightening is rapidly driving him to the edge. When he hits his own climax, he groans heavily, the sound rough and raw. He bucks hard, cock sinking to the hilt. His hips jerk tightly against Jason as hot seed spills into his body. Kaeya rides out his orgasm with tight, rolling motions, chasing that flood of heat.. When he finally stills, his hips are pressed hard to Jason's body.

Kaeya smirks, then chuckles quietly against Jason's throat. He can't lift his head with the way his brother is clutching his hair, so his warm breath fans across Jason's neck. "Well, Jason, is that worth it?" Kaeya's words are teasing. He's also hoping Jason will chase him, if only for more chances to fuck the smaller male. It certainly makes for a good excuse to hang out with his brother more often again.
 
His eyelids are heavy. Gone are the worries and wants about having sex in the family living room instead of his bedroom; gone is everything except the feeling of a warm body. His brother’s frantic fucking into his own orgasm make his spent dick ache, and the boy whines into his brother’s temple. Everything is good, and warm, and he doesn’t doubt that Kaeya loves him too. They’re brothers, after all. They were born loving each other.

He groans when the older boy asks him a question, and his hands gently shove at his head as if to push him away. It’s weak and half-hearted because the afterglow hits the lovesick teenager like a ton of bricks. He doesn’t actually want Kaeya away, doesn’t want him to go. He craves this. Maybe it’s because, deep down, he knows it’s probably the only thing they can really enjoy together as a couple? They can’t do anything in public…

That’s all assuming Kaeya would even want to, which is so far beyond where Jason’s addled brain currently is. He just wants to enjoy this and assume this is his brother’s way of saying he loves him back. Maybe…maybe if he’s really good, he’ll say it back? Only time would tell.

As they lay there, he danced his fingers around his brother’s back, enjoying every inch he could stroke against whilst thinking of other ways to satisfy his brother. Maybe a sober blowjob? Maybe a gift, or making him a surprise dinner at Kaeya’s, so he’ll come home to a warm meal? There’s so many options, and he’s sinking into a cat nap, numbing, “I don’ wan’ you t’pull it out…”
 
Kaeya laughs as Jason whines and pushes his head away, but he can tell by the way Jason's hands move to his back that he doesn't actually want him to go. So he just lifts his head, watching his brother's expressions change. He's content to stay where he is for now. When Jason says he wants Kaeya to stay buried inside him, shivers go down Kaeya's back. Jason may just be saying that in the post-pleasure fog, but damn if it wasn't hot to hear it.

"Relax, I'm not going anywhere." Kaeya is happy to settle his weight on top of Jason, , arms wrapping beneath his brother's torso. In doing so, he somehow manages to to shift tighter yet against Jason's ass, creating a pressure inside the boy. Kaeya doesn't really notice, simply enjoying the snug heat of Jason around him. "We can just lay here."
 
Jason’s head falls comfortably against the arm of the sofa. Peace, quiet, and that beautiful, no-tension silence blankets the room. He breaths slow and deep, only disrupted by the soft gasp and then stifled grunt as he feels his brother getting more comfortable. His legs have to spread a little more, and he sort of hopes it will feel less like they’re practically suctioned together via his hole. It doesn’t help much, and instead gets him to squirm. Again, his spent dick throbs painfully. It’s too sensitive for all of this.

Hands return to Kaeya’s head for fond stroking, Jason leaning his head back to him and nosing, kissing, mumbling against his neck and the shell of his ear. “I mean it…I love you,” he sighed, “love you stupid much…wanted to get married to you when we were little,” he chuckled, all without opening his eyes.
 
The squirming makes Kaeya grunt softly, the muscles in his hips twitching. He tightens his arms around Jason, as a small signal to stop moving. Too much movement might make Kaeya's libido rear its head again, and he'd have to make a trip to the bathroom for a cold shower. He doubted Jason could take a second round right now.

Kaeya listens to Jason ramble, his lips twitching as he tries not to purse them together. He can't answer Jason the way his brother wants him to, so he says nothing. Instead, he moves his head to rest on Jason's shoulder. Kaeya can't deny the sexual attraction to his brother, he'd watched him grow and mature, and it had done wonders for Kaeya's fantasies. But he just can't bring himself to say he loves Jason in the same way. Not at this point.
 
Kaeya doesn’t say anything. Again. Earlier it was easy to glance past because it was…very heat of the moment. Now? Not so much. His face burns with embarrassment and he turns his head to the back of the couch to hide himself somewhat. He’s putting Kaeya in an uncomfortable position, isn’t he?

But then, what of everything last night? It really didn’t mean anything. Really, really didn’t mean anything. Jason feels his chest tighten and his eyes start to sting. God, he swears at himself. Such a stupid, stupid bitch.

“Sorry,” he forces a laugh. “That’s stupid. I promise I’m not proposing right now. Not anytime soon, either.” Even if it wasn’t his brother he’d just fucked, who wouldn’t freak out over a confession, let alone a mention of marriage? Sure, it was childhood, but…That could send people running for the hills in any relationship.
 
Kaeya chuckles again, closing his eyes. His poor, awkward brother. Kaeya gives Jason a comforting squeeze with his arms, that normal brotherly affection rearing its head. "Relax, you're fine. Don't worry about it." Kaeya rubs his nose against Jason's shoulder, then lifts his head to look down at him. "Hey, we should do this more often."

Kaeya smirks, the cocky expression of a confident older brother. He's both teasing Jason, and being serious. Having fucked sober Jason, Kaeya's fantasies are running wild now. He has to bite the inside of his cheek to distract himself from his own thoughts before he gets hard again. "Mm, I should get up. Your muscles are probably sore from this."
 
Soaking up the moment and their shared body heat, he had to take a minute. His brain just needed to shut the fuck up, huh? This whole...thing was messy and not exactly 'right', but he would make himself sick by worrying, and so far, the only way he'd muffled those incessant mental anguishes was through Kaeya's dick. Deep breath. Now that he mentioned it, yeah, he was sore. Nothing sounded quite so good as a hot shower. Maybe some food...

"...D'ya wanna get washed up together? Or something..." His stomach grumbled and he let out a weak little laugh. "Th-then we can have some...food, maybe?" Always with the 'maybe's. They were already fucking, apparently, but the younger brother was still afraid of being too much, not enough, losing him somehow.
 
Kaeya laughs when Jason's stomach grumbles, then slowly pulls away from his brother's body. Even that small friction makes him groan quietly. He helps Jason to his feet, supporting him as needed. "Yeah, let's go shower. Should probably throw the couch cushion covers in the wash too. They likely smell like sweat and sex."

Kaeya smirks as he leads the way upstairs to the bathroom. He runs the water, setting out two towels while.it heats up. Once it starts to get steamy in the bathroom, Kaeya holds the shower curtain back for Jason to get in. "So, still going to that party next weekend?"

Kaeya climbs in behind Jason, wasting no time in putting shower gel on his hands. Those hands roam Jason's skin, lathering him, taking his time in soaping his brother. Kaeya is trying not to think about the fact they're showering together. Trying to keep things casual now.
 
All the help that Kaeya offers, he not only appreciates but probably needs. Muscles are sore and limbs are jello-like. The warm water is a blessing. "Mmnh, party? Which...what party?" His hands hold to his brother's arms, helping to wash him up in all the important spaces, even taking it upon himself to look down and slip a hand against his cock and behind, between his balls. Sweat and sex...Yeah. No kidding. How had this even happened, huh?

The shame had been fucked out of him for now, drained out of him with his orgasm, so now all that remained was a pliant, warm body belonging to a loving little brother, one that wanted to dote on and clean up his new partner. All of the love was still there, just cemented even deeper with taboo. "Didja wanna go together?"
 
Kaeya bites his lip hard when Jason's hands move across his cock and sac. It doesn't help; his libido is insatiable, and his cock jumps to attention. Kaeya tries to ignore it, instead focusing on Jason's voice. He sounds tired, and that makes sense. Kaeya had just fucked him hard on the couch.

"Mm, not particularly. I'd be pretty out of place at a party where most of the attendees are eight to ten years younger than me." Kaeya is more.of a bar or club-goer, rather than the house parties Jason seems to like. "Besides, most college kids don't take their older brothers to parties."
 
"How are you more of a horny teenager than I am?" he mumbled, part exhausted, flat wonder and part sarcasm. Seriously. He...had a hard time getting Kaeya to slow down when they'd ended up in bed together, and then now, so soon after, they'd already fucked once and the redhead was hard again. Looking at and thinking of his brother, eyeing his erection, Jason felt the same way he'd felt for years: aroused, and a touch shameful. Exhilarated, too, first by fantasizing (force of habit) and then by the fact that it had happened. Sure, it'd been...mostly forgotten about that first time, and Jason's brother didn't really seem to give a fuck, but at least he wasn't disgusted. He ran his thumb over his brother's cockhead and then looked up, "Then why would I wanna go?"
 
Kaeya chuckles, shrugging. He sets one hand on the shower wall behind Jason, angling his head to look down at his brother. The water is making his red hair hang around his face. Kaeya had always had a strong sex drive. He just normally didn't always have someone right there to indulge in. Yeah, he could always master bate himself, alone, but it's far more satisfying to have a partner.

Kaeya takes a shuddering breath as Jason thumbs his tip. "You wanted to an hour ago, before we fucked." Kaeya blinks water from his eyes, then pushes his left hand through his wet hair, shoving it back from his face. "Jason, if we go again, you're not going to be able to walk."
 
He laughed. He couldn’t help it. Sure, he was blushing and sheepish from basically being pinned, cornered how he was, and yeah, it was really hot, his brother looming like that while water dripped down his body…but also, the ridiculousness of how he’d been misunderstood, coupled with the sexy atmosphere, had him giggly. “I meant the party! I don’t really wanna go to the party if you’re not gonna go with me. My friends got too shitfaced the other day, it wasn’t that fun…”

“…could you even cum again that fast? That’s, that’d be…” whew. “Wow…” still ogling his cock. The way his nuts tensed up when his tip was touched, Jason had to really try not to be handsy. But where was the fun in that?

He slid a hand low, feeling those balls against his fingers as he got a good grope of Kaeya. “How is your dick not sore?”
 
Kaeya laughs, shaking his head lightly. His eyes are half closed, distracted by Jason's touch. "Alright, alright. No party. We can have our own two person party at my place, then." Kaeya smirks, setting his free hand on Jason's shoulder and sliding it up to rest on the back of his brother's neck. "Just us, videogames, maybe some alcohol."

Kaeya sticks out his tongue, as though teasing his brother for being impressed. "I've only cum once today, Jason. My average is-"

Kaeya cuts off with a heavy groan as Jason's fingers slide against and grope his sac. His eyes flutter, and his hips push into Jason's hand. "Fuck, Jason. You're too distracting to think."
 
He shivered, rolling his shoulders to dispel those lovely little quakes as they made their way to his tailbone. He bit his lip, too, and nodded- yeah, that sounded fun. He’d be sure not to get too drunk and stupid, already wanting to drape himself over Kaeya again. A low and wanting groan growled out of his chest. Only a little pressure from his brother and Jason was already getting to his knees, excited to touch him. To feel him in his mouth.

“So what is your average?” He hummed with a self-satisfied giggle, clearly glad to be complimented like that from such an apparent sex fiend. It meant a lot! He stroked his dick with his hand, other one kneading a thumb against his sac, and he leaned in, too, feeling the water running down the side of his face as he turned and got in deep, mouth drawing in one of Kaeya’s nuts. His lips wrapped around it as neat as he could before he suckled. Maybe this would be better than how he remembered last night.
 
Kaeya leaves his right hand on the back of Jason's neck as his brother sinks to his knees. He's so eager, and it makes Kaeya's cock throb again. It's too easy to get Jason where he wants him, and it's so hot when his brother obeys so quickly.

Kaeya curses when Jason's mouth is on his sac, eyes burning with lust as he watches the water run over his brother's face. The sight alone is almost enough, but his self control keeps him from losing it entirely. He's already leaking precum, which us quickly rinsed away by the shower. "F-four.. fuck.. four a day.. five if I push it." Kaeya's having trouble focusing, his grip tightening slightly on the back of Jason's neck.
 
“Five?!” It’s less of a word and much more of a rumbling sound that vibrated in his throat, mouth, and against the testicle that rested hot in the dip of his tongue. He sucked firmly on it and felt his cheeks squeezing in close, like he were milking it.

“That’s a lot,” he told him when he finally let go, his nose sliding against the older’s inner thigh when he leaned in to suckle a hickey into the thick meat of it.
 
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