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“I expect to be like a cream-filled bun later tonight.”
Clive was nothing but a man sworn to honor his brother’s wishes. No oaths needed, truly, as the impish boy was dead set on tempting him at every turn.
Damn that tormenting, sly tongue licking a spot of cream from his own lips. It stole his breath away and beat his wits to a pulp. How dare that beguiling smile taunt him, festering the heaviness between his legs and the dryness of his parched throat. Did Joshua have no shame as he smoothed his robes in a way to tighten them around his form just so his First’s hunger would grow? Surely, Clive must be so lust crazed he was exaggerating Joshua’s average mannerisms.
Yet, upon Clive’s stealthful adjustment of his dress shirt and trousers, a light snickering caught his ear and he turned to see Joshua alive with enjoyment. His eyes even flicked downward to observe the manifestations of his torture!
No, the future Archduke knew exactly what he was doing. And Clive knew precisely what he would do in turn as the night progressed.
Clive studied the servants as they came and went, counting the time as they rotated through cycles of hors d'oeuvres and treats. The evening was coming to its end for Joshua, surely enough, as by the third round of desserts with cheeses and breads, more potent wines would be poured. Meaning it was time for the First to escort his dear brother to bed. No one would take note of his absence as Clive typically cared to not linger as their father drank and more…rowdy conversation began.
They wouldn't come looking as Clive dismissed Joshua’s maids, granting them an evening of reprieve to also enjoy some festivities and promising to fulfill their duties. No one would bat an eye that Clive once again dedicated himself to Joshua’s well being and ensuring he was safe in bed.
Not one soul would know the instant Joshua’s door clicked shut, that vengeance would be given – in excess – in the form of startled gasps and anxious squeals as Clive pinned the little lord to his bed.
“You have been vile to me all evening,” the First growled, his pent up agitation taking control of his calm.
Giggles wrapped in anticipation were his only reply and Clive wheezed as they tore apart his sanity. The little shit was enjoying this. Of course he was. Smothered and losing patience, still a voice within patted Clive’s shoulder –Reminded him that Joshua was only a boy and a frail one at that. Innocence still abided in his well-loved being despite his impishness. However, such reminders were tossed aside when little devils made it known their impact.
Fire and flame curse them both.
Scorching chills shot up Clive’s spin as a slender shin pressed, grinded, between his legs. And to his dismay, Joshua taunted him with a whispered, “Am I to be left waiting still, brother~?”
The audacity of it all blurred his vision. Grace sliced clean and Joshua’s fate sealed, all that remained of Clive’s world was the ruby of lust and taste of cream on Joshua’s lips. The young boy moaned into Clive’s mouth, egging him on even as frantic hands tore away party garb and undergarments. Clive only broke the kiss to relieve his sweat soaked back, throwing his drenched shirt beyond reach before crashing their bodies together once more, groaning at the supple warmth of Joshua’s chest.
Not only his chest, but his belly and arms and his legs that wrapped around Clive in commandment. Each and every point of contact a glittering spark that rushed what remaining blood he could afford to lose to his arousal. His trousers could not come undone fast enough and they remained stuck to his thighs as he sprung forth.
Clive was certain another day, he would have hit peak immediately feeling the erotic inhale that shook his baby brother’s whole body against his cock. A surprised whine, a squirm as he hoisted Joshua’s legs up that his bottom hung in the air, absolute debauchery as Joshua’s entrance flexed instinctively against his fingers. A more brilliant prelude could not be conjured except within the crushing depths of Clive’s fantasies.
Into those waves he submerged as he himself descended onto his desire.
A ravenous tongue feasted, tasting of this beloved pastry that was yet complete. Cries and flailing hands smacked the bed. Still, Clive pursued, lapping that he may let Joshua know his hunger –become fully aware of the beast he teased. How terribly his mouth watered that Joshua became slick with it. Thumbs pressed and pulled, kneading that bottom until he was spread taut and easily pierced.
The First groaned, feeling his tongue squeezed and wriggled in kind to coat his hot insides.
“C-Clive!” Joshua croaked and kicked his legs, unable to bear the sensation. However, the choice was made through the evening by his own deviousness. No mercy would come. He would bear it all and more until his demands were met. As was the way of the world.
As was the depravity of Clive’s mind released like a fiend.
Tongue and soon fingers spread and prodded, giving Joshua a hint of the fullness he would endure. The position forced Clive to relent his grasp and the boy's legs fell to the sides, wanting and showcasing his flushed prick and reddened face. Eyes dark and endless, the First trembled observing Joshua’s need and for a brief second, he considered prolonging the inevitable that he might tenderize his brother further.
Yet, he could not wait a moment longer. His cock, heavy and wet with impatience, throbbed painfully and he whispered a prayer that Joshua would forgive his avidity. No forgiveness was needed for Joshua’s own eagerness pulled Clive in the moment he aligned, swallowing him into bliss.
Frayed, worn stamina threatened to break. Clive fought back the brink, panting into Joshua’s shoulder as reality spun and the edge nearly claimed him. Yet, the instant he regained his strength, his hips snapped, startling them both as a shared yelp. Nails dug into his arms and clarity shook him enough to glance down at his brother, expecting fear or pain. What awaited him was a little mouth agape, tongue clicking with a muted, “Cl…Cli…! ” and eyes rolled back to the heavens as he too battled his finish.
Little hips bounced, begging to be filled to the brim, and Clive finally succumbed.
Shamefully, he thrusted one, twice… only twice and his body gave to his master. It gave and gave until the tenderness was maddening and still he gave with a final thrust that almost lost him his soul when he pulled away. Joshua pouted, the sudden withdrawal painful to his heart. If only he understood why it had to be done, he would be overwhelmed in giddiness.
A pity no hand mirror was within reach to show him.
Glistening white. A proper cream. Joshua’s wish fulfilled.
His delectable, cream-filled bun. Firebird have mercy.
Clarity waltzed in and out of Clive’s mind as his gaze lingered, admiring the slow drip, mouth salivating worse than before. But before Joshua could snap him out of his stupor with a quiet, “Brother?” he submitted to the craving.
He tasted his bitter, his salt, his essence in Joshua's familiar flavor. Together, nothing could be more saccharine or addictive. He would never be the same.
A shriek filled the room and Joshua flailed as once more he was ravished, the provocative sounds of slurping tickling his ears. Thighs trembled and skin flared once more with scarlet hues. Despite this indecency, a kindness of a loving hand caressed his neglected arousal, forcing him to arch upwards to Clive’s mouth. And Clive groaned in satisfaction.
Certain enough, the climax washed over Joshua, though his first or second Clive was not sure as the little lord was prone to indulgence as of late. As if the First had any right to claim otherwise of himself tongue deep. But he would ensure the finish was complete, stroking until to his lament, Joshua’s bottom wiggled from his grasp.
Blinking away flame and desire, Clive took a much needed breath and stared down at his baby brother with hands clasped over his mouth and face still disheveled. Beautiful.
“Are you well?” Clive asked, smirking when Joshua’s eyes shut tight and his small thighs rubbed together. A good sign he was still feeling the aftershocks. Protective hands soothed Joshua through them, allowing the silence to cool his high.
Then, when Joshua dropped his hands to nervously fiddle with his own fingers, Clive tilted his head, waiting.
At last, a reply.
“Was is not…abhorrent? ” Joshua murmured and slinked into his shoulders. Clive balked, then compassionately patted the boy’s knee.
“Would it be impolite to confess the truth?” Clive said and then simpered as Joshua prepared for the blow. Unable to withhold the growing grin any longer, the First leaned so that his lips pressed to the hollow of Joshua’s ear, the words feeling blasphemous in his throat. However, they were true. “I am not left wanting or detesting. If you’d permit, I would do it again. If not, I would cherish it in my dreams. ”
“Clive!” Joshua squeaked and smacked his hands onto Clive’s shoulders. The reprimand fell short and transformed into a childish clinging which Clive enabled with a loving embrace.
“Would you?” Clive questioned, savoring the delighted gasps escaping his master which answered on their own.
Still, Joshua answered, a crack in his voice and body shivering in memory.
“I would.”
Euphoria and relief.
“Good,” Clive sighed and sat back upright to begin cleaning, cocking an eyebrow indignantly, “Because you are a terror, Joshua. As sweet as you are…”
And Clive would have it no other way…
…Just not during a public banquet.