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Thin. Slightly salty. Scant in amount. Shige’s cum isn’t gross in any way; it’s not thick, strong in taste or smell. Ritsu rolls it around curiously in his mouth while the belly in front of him heaves, the lean, milky thighs spread for him tensed, quivering.
“Shige, you did the dishes, didn’t you?” Their mother calls from the kitchen, soft clinks and footsteps carrying. “Where did you put my water bottle?”
Ritsu swallows down Shige’s semen and leans his head down to sweep his tiny, pink cock back into his mouth. He sucks at it lightly, and Shige jolts. Ritsu doesn’t suck again. He keeps the small, softening shaft in his mouth and rests his cheek to Shige’s thigh. He can feel Shige’s heartbeat through his spent cock. When Ritsu presses his tongue underneath it, licking lazily at his smooth balls, it’s stronger there.
“U-um, i-it should be right there.” Shigeo doesn’t sound breathless, at least. He shifts slightly, sitting up more, and Ritsu follows to keep his soft penis in his mouth, lips smothered to the base of his cock, nose to his belly. Shigeo clears his throat. “Either on the rack, or m-maybe I put it in the cabinet.”
“Ah, it was right in front of me. I guess I am losing my sight already! Shige, let Ritsu know I’ll be back in a bit if he comes out of his room anytime soon; I’m going to go on a walk.”
“Okay. Be safe.” Ritsu hears Shigeo’s breath hitch when he begins sucking at his limp length gently, nursing at it like he would a pacifier. Then they both listen to the sound of their mother putting on her running shoes while Ritsu bobs his head slightly, the softest slurping sounds kept repressed under the blanket currently draped over them both. Meanwhile, their mother is rambling about the route she’s going to take, and how she hopes to cross paths with that calico cat again. There’s a particularly loud sucking noise, air met with wet suction, and Ritsu freezes. Shigeo stammers out a nervous ‘Next time, try to get a picture o-of the cat!’ and their mother is none the wiser—she probably didn’t even hear it.
With a stifled goodbye to Mom, Shigeo then rips off the blanket as soon as the door shuts and Ritsu lifts his head, gasping for air, thin lines of split dangling from his pink lips, connected to Shige’s red, abused cock.
“Ritsu, this is too risky!” Shige whispers as if their mother is still in the house, those eyes wide and worried, cheeks a stark red. Ritsu grins at him, licking his lips, and shrugs.
“Maybe. But it’s fun. And haven’t you noticed how air-headed our parents are? They wouldn’t look twice, honestly. Hey, can you get hard again, Shige? I want you in me, again. We can set up a movie so it looks normal for us to spoon here.”
“M-my penis is pretty sore… Not this time, okay?” Shigeo is fidgeting with the blanket, small fingers toying with the fabric. Ritsu drops his gaze from Shigeo’s burning face to study his petite length resting limply upon his balls, glistening with RItsu’s saliva, tinted a dark pink. Something primal overcomes Ritsu.
He slips off the couch, kneeling before Shige, and grabs him by the underside of his knees, pulling him closer. Shige makes a soft noise in surprise and shifts closer, always compliant to Ritsu’s demands. He places his feet on the edge of the couch cushion, propped up on his elbows, watching his younger brother as he runs both hands over the inside of his creamy thighs.
“I’m not going to suck on it.” Ritsu stares up into Shige’s big eyes and licks his lips. “But let me do this, before you put something back on, ‘kay?”
Shige nods. He glances nervously at the front door.
Shameless as always, Ritsu leans in and presses his nose to the thin, dark hair coming in at the base of Shige’s shaft, around his groin, and breathes in deep, audibly so. He begins licking slow and flat over his balls, dragging the small, hairless sack up from the firm force of his dragging tongue. He covers the entirety of his tiny, soft cock with indulgent, firm laps of his tongue. He then pushes the point of his tongue into the small opening of Shige’s foreskin and swirls it around, licking up any remnants of cum or pre-cum that he might’ve missed. Shige twitches, squirming.
Ritsu gives his cute cock a loving kiss and then smiles up at his older brother. Shige smiles back, coy and affectionate. He reaches out to lightly pet at Ritsu's wild hair. Weakened by the rush of adoration he feels for his brother, Ritsu rests his cheek to Shige's thigh and exhales deeply with satisfaction. For a while, Shige pets him. Ritsu decides he could stay like this forever. Attention from his big brother is all he ever wants, all he will ever need.
Sweat is building rapidly under the blanket, dripping from behind Ritsu’s knees, beading in his armpits. An insignificant discomfort at this moment, though. They can’t take off the blanket, anyways. Dad is sitting in the arm chair to the right of the couch, almost within arm reach. Shige and Ritsu are spooning on the couch, wearing nothing from the waist down, and Shige’s cock is buried inside of Ritsu, balls flush to his asscheek–sticking to him with sweat.
It’s normal for these two brothers to cuddle. Have since they were young boys, and that has not changed as age changed them. Their bond had only strengthened, eventually transforming into something more intense, something more taboo.
So, if anything, their parents view their cuddling as proof of their brotherly love. They find it cute–they’ve only heard Mom tell them that dozens of times while walking by, ruffling their hair, unaware that her eldest is balls-deep in her youngest. Or that Ritsu has a hand down between Shige’s slender thighs when he’s the big spoon, fondling and squeezing Shige’s small penis and balls while smiling up at her.
It’s the case now with their father; the man laughs at the comedy movie the boys put on, and looks over at Ritsu with a broad grin. Cheek propped in his hand, Ritsu cranes his head to meet his father’s gaze, smiling while he feels Shige’s cock pulse inside of him, straining in the tight ring of his anus as the boy behind him begins to cum. Shige is hiding his face in Ritsu’s back, arms clutching him tight while he subtly shifts his hips, working his cock back and forth through the tight grip of his hole, if only centimeters at a time.
Under the blanket, Ritsu strokes his hand back and forth over Shige’s arm, clenching up around the tiny, twitching length of his cock over and over, feeling the hot flood of his cum as he empties into his ass. Shige takes in a deep breath, exhaling it shakily while Dad exclaims, “How do they think of stuff like this?! That’s some wild writing. You said Shige suggested this? You like this one, Shige?”
Shige lifts his head, blinking widely, meeting his father’s eyes. Ritsu frowns, feeling Shige’s softening shaft slip out of his hole when the boy slightly withdraws his hips.
“Ah, yeah, it’s funny.” Shige’s soft voice is a touch absent, distracted. The boy stiffens when Ritsu brings his hand back to find his slick, tender cock. He angles his hips properly, draws back his foreskin, presses the tip to his used hole now leaking Shige’s thin semen. He squeezes gently—Shige can’t maintain eye contact with their father for this; he looks back at the TV while forcing his softening penis back into the hot grip of Ritsu’s ass, restraining a wince at the sharp sensitivity. His cock is just barely long enough to breach past the tight ring of his hole to nestle in the warm place of his rectum.
“It’s not bad,” Ritsu comments while casually shifting, settling back into the crook of Shige’s hips, maintaining close, sweaty proximity to keep his limp shaft inside him. “I just wish there weren’t so many embarrassing one-liners. It’s lazy writing.”
“They’re kind of charming, though!” Mom chimes in from the kitchen—she’s been setting up for dinner. “I think it’s a nice break from comedy movies that take themselves too seriously.”
This conversation goes back and forth for a while. Shige is mostly quiet, but Ritsu is used to that. He’s still wary of having sex in the same room as their parents, understandably so. But Ritsu is adamant about the fact their parents will never figure it out. They’re so trusting of them, being good boys. Especially their smart, respected youngest, the honor student. Little did they know how greedy he was for Shige’s cute, small cock.
Even now, a blissful smile sits lazily on Ritsu’s face as he feels Shige’s cock stiffen up inside of his rectum again, stretching his hole around the thickening girth. Shige slides a shy, careful hand down Ritsu’s clenching stomach to curl small fingers around his stiff cock, laying neglected and dripping against his thigh. He begins slowly stroking at him from base to tip, squeezing at the upstroke. Ritsu focuses on breathing calmly, watching the TV screen. Beside them, their father laughs again, obviously enjoying the movie much more than his sons.
They’re an hour into the movie when their mother calls, “Boys! Dinner is ready. Pause the movie and get in here.”
Both Kageyama boys freeze.
“I-In a minute?” Ritsu calls. “It’s at a good point.”
“No, sir, we’re going to eat dinner while it’s hot. Go wash your hands.”
Their father chuckles, grabs the remote, and pauses the movie. He gets up from the chair, ruffles both of their hair on the way into the kitchen. Ritsu sighs.
“Okay, we’re going to go wash our hands in the bathroom, we’ll be quick,” he announces, feeling Shige reluctantly withdraw his scant few inches from the comfortable hold of Ritsu’s ass. Ritsu clenches up in dismay. He feels the wet, burning hot length of Shige’s little cock rest against his crack. Both boys make soft sounds of frustration.
They hear their parents sharing conversation in the kitchen while the brothers slyly pull their underwear and pyjama bottoms back up under the covers. Ritsu feels Shige’s previous load gush out of him, a slow flow of thin liquid when he stands up, a burning wet trail down his thigh. He takes Shige’s hand and walks him into the hallway bathroom.
As soon as they shut and lock the door, Ritsu lets his bottoms drop to his feet and bends over the sink. Shigeo is huffing behind him, obviously straining to maintain composure as Ritsu watches him through the mirror–his face is heavily flushed, his saucer eyes wide and blatantly aroused, those small lips slack. Ritsu rests his chest to the sleek countertop and reaches back with both hands to spread his ass open, showing Shige his leaking hole, puffy from use.
“Ahh… Ritsu…” Shige looks so dazed. It’s adorable. His slick cock springs up when he pulls down his pyjama pants and briefs. He steps up close behind Ritsu, takes his cock in hand, and slides deep into his younger brother with one firm, greedy thrust. Their sweat-slick skin meets in a wet slap. Ritsu smiles happily and sighs in joy.
“You feel so g-good, Shige,” he whispers, voice jostled slightly as Shige begins to thrust quickly and shallowly into him, hands gripping him by the hips, his balls wet with sweat and cum smacking against him noisily. Ritsu reaches out to turn both knobs of the faucet; the water begins to blast noisily from the plumbing. It perfectly covers the quick, wet smacks of Shigeo’s hips slapping against his ass.
Shigeo thrusts only for a mere twenty seconds, and in these seconds Ritsu strokes at himself quickly, kneading and pulling at himself just so he can cum at the same time. Shigeo begins to shakily slam into him, a few hard, balls deep thrusts that ends with him burying in fully, huffing and gasping behind him. Ritsu feels his brother’s small cock jump inside him, straining as a burst of something hot and wet fills him.
The soap dispenser begins to levitate while dripping thickly with soap, splattering on Ritsu’s arm, his hand. The toilet roll is spinning on its bar, a long thread of toilet paper rising, crumpling into a massive mass. The plumbing is audibly rumbling below them. Ritsu is too lost in his own ecstasy to perhaps warn his brother against bursting their pipes.
Ritsu curls his toes into the shaggy mat under them and hangs his head while shooting his own semen across the sink cabinet, struggling to hold back his whimpery moans while feverishly stroking at himself, clenching up hard around his brother’s cock.
Shigeo shakily rocks his hips into him a dozen more times, and Ritsu thrives in the feeling of his older brother’s small cock moving in and out of him. He watches Shigeo’s flushed, flinching face through the mirror as he buries in to the hilt one more time, enjoying the warmth of Ritsu’s ass gripping around his cock. Ritsu smiles.
Then Shigeo reluctantly steps back, his cock popping out of him. Again, Ritsu reaches back to spread himself open, letting Shigeo witness his thin cum ooze out. Ritsu feels it drip off his balls to cling to his trembling thighs.
“R-Ritsu, you’re so… filthy.” Shigeo sounds embarrassed. Ritsu giggles softly, ears burning from his own slight embarrassment at showing his older brother something so, well—filthy. But he likes showing what Shige leaves behind, what he does to him.
Ritsu takes a seat on the toilet to let Shige’s multiple loads drip out of him, watching his older brother shakily wash his hands, still panting, still dazed.
Eventually, they wash up and leave the bathroom, bodies and minds calmed, faces composed. Ritsu grabs Shige’s ass firmly just as they exit the hallway to reenter the kitchen. Ritsu puts on a smile and takes his typical seat at the table, commenting on how good it all looks while his mother beams at the praise.