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at the ripe old age of seventeen, rindou can safely say he's lived for long enough. that's a lot of years on this planet already, and he's done more than enough interesting stuff that having the ground swallow him up right this second would be okay. more than okay.
it would be great.
and definitely nothing to do with the moans still crackling through his shitty laptop speaker. his brother's moans.
fuck.
in rindou's defence, it's not like it's something he goes searching for. he's just doing as every horny teenager does, and is scrolling through the amateur porn tag on tumblr, because amateur is always better than professional, trying to find a good enough video to jack himself off to before he passes out for the night.
embarrassingly, he's seen a good chunk of the top posts already and he's scrolled far enough down that the scroll bar is tiny when he sees it.
a post from a week or so ago, from an account called heavenlyking. the thumbnail is nothing special, just a boy sat on his bed, only visible from the neck down with his hand wrapped around his dick but the tattoo spread across one half of his body, now that is special. because it's the matching half to rindou's own.
it's ran's.
now, if rindou had any semblance of decency in his body, he would've kept scrolling, would’ve pushed the sight to the back of his mind and never bought it up again.
instead, he stares at the screen for maybe 30 seconds and then before he can talk himself out of it he's pressing play. the audio comes through his laptop loud, and he scrambles to turn it down lower. he might be home alone but it still feels way too perverted to play this kind of thing super loud, especially so given the circumstances.
"good evening everyone, i don't really have anything special for you today but i've been super pent up for the past few days so this should still be a good one."
hearing ran's voice makes it somehow more real, even though the tattoo very easily confirmed his identity and rindou can't help but fidget as the video plays. he really shouldn't be watching this.
"look, i'm already hard just in anticipation of filming this for you all," ran says as he tugs his joggers down to mid-thigh. he's right, the movement has his dick bobbing free, resting hard against ran's abdomen. rindou's hands clench against his knees because like, of course he’s seen his brother's dick before but never in this context, never hard. it’s a lot to take in.
it only gets worse when ran's hand wraps around himself and god, the noises he makes as he starts to stroke himself have rindou's mind blanking. his dick twitches, stirring at both the sight and sound of his own flesh and blood brother getting himself off.
it's just, ran looks so pretty like this. even with his face out of frame, he's beautiful, lithe and graceful as his hand moves on his cock, chest heaving with every breath he takes. rindou's half hard, well on his way to full and he can't bring himself to pull his eyes from the screen, nor pause the video.
keeps his gaze trained on ran, on his pretty hand and even prettier dick until he's coming, shooting white all over his stomach and chest. he keeps stroking himself through it, until he's wincing from the overstimulation and only then does he pull back. rindou assumes that's where the video will end, but then ran is crawling closer to the camera and with his face still out of shot, he brings his fingers up and sucks them into his mouth.
the noise is over exaggerated, rindou guesses so people know what's happening, and it's obscene . "mmm i was right, that was a good one," ran hums, sounding so blissfully fucked out. "thank you for watching, goodnight everyone."
and then the video ends. rindou's screen goes black, the little play sign in the middle of the screen practically taunting him as the sound of his own heartbeat deafens him. fuck.
fuck fuck fuck.
he stares for another minute or so at the blank screen, looks down at the shameful tent in his pants, and then presses play again.
—
the next few days pass by almost in a blur.
rindou feels dazed, mind foggy, empty of anything else save the memory of ran jerking himself off. it's all he can think off, all he can see when he closes his eyes. his inner thoughts are just a terrible repetitive cycle of how hot ran is, how pretty he sounds when he comes, how cute his little dick is, and it's driving rindou crazy.
that night, he'd at least managed to hold himself back from touching himself, as if masturbating to his brother was somehow crossing the line yet watching ran do the same wasn't.
but that was tuesday. it's friday now and rindou's so pent up he wants to cry.
and like, it's not like he'd never thought of ran as attractive before stumbling across the video because you know, he's not blind , but everything is so much worse now. rindou can barely look at ran without blushing, can barely be around the older boy without his brain spiralling, screaming at him to jump him, fuck him.
oh god, he wants to fuck his brother. maybe to be fucked by him as well.
rindou's life is an utter shit show.
it all builds up, a shameful want that fills him to brim, culminates in rindou with his pants around his knees, leant against the sink of the dingy bathroom in whatever warehouse their little group is squatting in this week, hand fast as he jerks himself dry.
it's embarrassing, ran is literally in the next room over and all rindou's lizard brain can think of is how god damn good he must when he comes, how pretty his lips would look parted around a moan, how wanton he sounds when he overstimulates himself.
it's just a slideshow of ran, looping endlessly and rindou can't take it, can barely catch himself from sighing out his brother's name as he peaks, come dribbling over his fingers. the post nut clarity hits almost immediately and rindou suddenly feels sick looking down at his sticky hand.
he scrambles to clean himself up, thanks the gods that at least this shithole has running water and he wipes his hands on his front, runs one through his hair and then he's heading back out into the main area.
ran's eyes latch onto him the second he steps into the room and rindou knows that he can't possibly know, but it still feels like ran can read him like an open book. his eyes bore into rindou, in a way that makes his hands clammy and then his expression is smoothing, mouth curling into a smile. he pats the sofa next to him, urging rindou to sit and so he does.
izana and kakucho are taking up the other half of the sofa, and it means their thighs are pressed snug together, bodies warm as they fit together. it has arousal flaring again in rindou's gut, and with it comes the shame close behind.
it only gets worse when ran's hand curls around his thigh, fingers resting along the inseam of his trousers. it's an innocent show of skinship, a comfort thing that ran has always had since they were children, but it sets rindou's skin ablaze even through the material. has his breath hitching before rindou can even process it and he freezes, stares down at his knees as he waits for ran to say something. when a few seconds have passed rindou tilts his head up to look at ran and his chest squeezes tight again when he meets ran's eyes.
that look from earlier is back, the one that rindou can't decipher, but the same as before, it's only there for a second and then it's gone before rindou can even try to read it.
"they caught shion getting his brains fucked out by a toman newbie earlier," he says, as casual as if he was talking about the weather and it has rindou choking on his spit. arousal is still curled deep inside him, licking at his weak wills, so it's not the train of conversation rindou really wants right now.
ran doesn't get the memo though, and he carries on. "apparently he threatened to kill the guy after and he got so nervous he pissed himself and being the gross fuck he is, shion fucking licked it off his dick."
it is gross, rindou thinks faintly, but that thought gets pushed to the background, gets sidelined by the mental image of ran pissing on him that his brain oh so helpfully supplies. imagines himself in shion's position, knelt in front of ran so he can lick his cock clean. it's gross, disgusting and depraved as it sits front and centre in his mind, and exactly the kind of thing that rindou loves .
he hums as ran keeps talking, so he knows that rindou is at least listening, and desperately tries to think of anything else because he's so warm and fuzzy and if this keeps up he's gonna get hard. with ran's hand still on his thigh, just a nudge away from rindou's dick.
god, he could stretch his fingers and he'd be grazing the fabric at rindou's crotch. could easily move his hand up, up, until he was cupping rindou for real, could palm him over his trousers and the others wouldn't even notice, too distracted talking about shion's whorish tendencies.
his dick twitches at the thought and fuck, no, no this is not happening.
"ah i left my phone in the bathroom," he blurts, and then he's jumping up from the sofa, speed walking from the room before ran can even open his mouth to point out the very obvious outline of rindou's phone in his front pocket.
he doesn't stop until he's back in the bathroom, pressed up against the door and as he pushes his hand into his trousers, rindou vows that after this one he's banning himself from any and all ran related thoughts.
—
this time round he doesn't even last a day.
he's back in their shitty little flat, spread out on his bed as he stares at the ceiling, arms stretched out above him and he's bored as fuck.
turns out, being a delinquent with absolutely no responsibilities leaves rindou with way too much free time on his hands, and he can't be blamed for the way his body autopilots him to sit up, open his laptop and click over to tumblr tab he'd left open. he's a healthy young man, with a libido the size of tokyo and‐
"good evening everyone, i don't re-"
fuck, rindou didn't realise he hadn't clicked off the video the other night and ran's tinny voice is deafening in the silence of his room.
his hands shake as he scrambles to pause the video, and somehow amongst the frantic clicking he manages to tab over to ran's blog. heavenlyking sits at the top of the screen in fancy, cursive letters, dark pink against a muted peach background, his feed sat underneath and an index at the right side.
it's cute, almost obnoxiously so with the cute little kaomojis and sparkles that are used to embellish every piece of text on screen, and very much ran's style. his eyes flicker over the top post, a video of two boys that ran has reblogged but even as it starts to autoplay as he hovers over it, rindou finds it dull. normally the sight of two pretty guys making out like this would have him tenting his pants in seconds, but there's just… nothing. and that can mean nothing good.
he scrolls down further, watches snippets of all the videos ran has reblogged, hovers over gifs and scrolls through photosets and he barely feels anything. no want, no arousal, no confusion on whether he wants to be them or be sandwiched between them. nothing.
not until he reaches an original post from ran, a video different to the one he's already seen.
the thumbnail is similar, ran sat on his bed, frame cut off just below his chin, but this time he's naked from the get go, legs parted and a hand on each thigh baring himself wide.
"hey guys, i got a little bit ahead of myself when prepping for recording but don't worry, you'll still get to see the good stuff."
between his legs his skin glistens, sticky with what rindou has to assume is lube and even through the shitty webcam, you can see how flush his skin is. slowly, ran edges his right hand higher up his leg, getting closer and closer until he can press two fingers to his hole. they slip in easy, make a faint squelching sound as they push inside and rindou forgets how to breathe, forgets everything that isn't ran and ran's fingers and ran putting those fingers up his ass.
jesus christ, he's fucked. he's hard in his trousers, dick pressing up against the fabric embarrassingly eager and there's no denying it.
rindou is well and truly gone for his brother. full blown obsessed, in love.
he revels in the pretty little sounds ran lets out, lets his brother's mewls and whimpers wash over him as he palms his cock. he imagines pushing his own fingers inside of ran, stretching him wide on three, four. ran might be the taller of the two of them, but where his hands are boney and dainty, rindou's are bigger, his fingers thick. he pictures how good ran's warmth would feel around him, how well his brother would take it as rindou finger-fucked him.
his dick twitches underneath him, a wet spot stained where it's tenting his trousers and rindou can't take it anymore.
on screen, ran's three fingers deep, fucking himself hard and fast as he teases his nipples with his left hand and rindou yanks his trousers open, sighs deep when he finally gets a hand around himself.
god, he feels like he's thirteen again, like he's freshly discovered porn and it hits even better than pure crack.
"fuck, oh fucking god. feels so good, i love feeling full like this oh fuck. ah i wish i had someone to fuck me properly like this, wanna be stretched out on some pretty boy's cock and fucked until i cry."
it should be illegal for someone to be this hot. it's not fair, not when ran is practically begging for someone to fuck him and rindou's brain is screaming 'me, me, me' .
his breath hitches in unison with ran's when he presses a fourth finger inside, hand tightening as he jerks himself faster and it's only half a minute more before he's coming, shooting all over the chest of his gang uniform. and he knows it's gonna suck trying to wash the stains out, but then ran is coming too, sounding ethereal even through the crappy speakers as he holds his fingers deep inside of himself, come dribbling down his tummy and cock.
"wow, i- ah, just wow. i haven't been fucked in so long and that really did feel so good. i hope you all had fun watching, thank you, i'll see you guys in the next one."
and then it cuts out, and rindou is once again left alone with his shame.
he wipes his hand off on his bed sheets, they need washing anyways and then strips himself of his uniform. lays his coat down across his desk so the cum doesn't smear any further and then sits back down on the bed.
stares at his wall for a long few seconds before flopping face down and screaming into his pillow.
ran knocks on the wall, yells at him to be dramatic quietly. rindou just screams louder.
—
rindou severely lacks self control. he now has favourite videos.
at first he'd tried to cut himself off, go cold turkey and shove the events of the past few days into a heavily locked box in the back of his brain, but that had all kind of fallen apart when rindou had realised nothing else got him hard anymore.
not even his bookmarked, saved for special occasions videos.
and so he goes back. keeps a tab of ran's blog up permanently and becomes very well acquainted with his index and all the videos in it.
like, has watched all of them multiple times kind of well acquainted.
ran is just so… so enchanting, enticing. it's like he has his own gravitational pull and rindou has been well and truly sucked in, now stuck orbiting him.
in all honesty, it's always been like this.
rindou's looked up to ran his whole life, both literally and figuratively, always followed in his steps and trusted him to lead them to good things. the feeling is still there, it's just that his same adoration has morphed slightly, twisted into something less innocent, even more obsessive than it was before.
he just can't keep away. can't bear to deprive himself of the videos, of seeing his brother in ways he never imagined he would.
and god is ran a sight to see in them.
in the weeks that follow, there's a few that rindou always goes back to. one where ran fingers himself in their shared bathroom, one where he fucks himself on a stupidly big dildo. another where he edges himself for hours and the video is just a compilation of clips of him crying, begging someone to let him come, please god.
the best one though, the one that easily tops all the others, is titled 'almost getting caught'. same as usual, ran's sat on his bed when it starts, leant up against the wall and it starts with him palming himself over his joggers, rolling his wrist as his hips buck up into the touch.
he's clearly worked up, oversensitive even before he begins with the way he's whimpering at the touch, breathing heavy as he grinds against his hand. he's beautiful like this, rindou thinks. not that he isn't always, but the way he looks flushed from head to toe, lips puffy from being bitten as he tries to muffle his noises, it makes rindou's heart clench.
it carries on much the same, ran rutting up against his hand, trying to see if he can come from just the friction alone but then there's a knock on the door and ran's body visibly tenses. he straightens up, though he keeps his hand in his lap.
"niichan, are you awake? i'm booored."
the voice, rindou's voice, is faint but it's still loud enough to be caught by ran's laptop.
the first time rindou had watched this one he'd choked on his spit, breathed in way too hard and got stuck in a coughing fit for almost five minutes. ran had banged his fist on the wall, and the reminder of the proximity between them as rindou was watching his brother's porn only made it worse.
he'd called it a night after that, gave himself a day to recuperate, to properly prepare himself before he went back to it and god knows it was needed.
started back up where he'd paused it and almost died when ran's hand pressed down hard on his crotch as he replied.
"ah rin, load up smash if you want and i'll be out in a bit."
the thing is, rindou remembers the day this happened too. remembers how sick he'd thought ran had sounded, remembers being so concerned. he'd considered opening the door, pushing inside to see if ran was okay, if he was running a fever or something worse, but ran had employed a strict knock and don't enter unless permitted rule a few months prior and so he had stayed in the corridor.
with what he knows now, the rule makes a lot more sense.
"are you okay niichan, you aren't getting sick are you?" he'd asked instead and rindou curses his past self's naivety.
"no, no i'm okay rin, just a bit fuzzy from my nap."
and then ran's hand finally pushes his hand into his joggers, wraps a hand around himself. he spits into his hand, covers it with a cough and then he's jerking himself fast.
he looks so desperate, hips bucking needily into the touch and the thought that ran was doing this whilst talking to rindou makes him drool. even after watching it almost every night for a few months, it has the same effect on him.
"if you go load it up now i'll let you play kirby today."
he keeps moving, even as he speaks, and his body shakes from the control it takes to keep his voice stable. shakes from the pleasure, and he spits onto himself again, brings a hand up to tighten around the base of his throat as he fucks his fist.
"that better be a promise niichan!"
rindou's voice starts fading as he talks, he remembers running off to lock in kirby just in case ran later decided to change his mind, and ran's hips stutter, before he's coming all over his stomach, hand still tight around his neck.
his orgasm hits him hard, mouth parted in what looks like surprise and rindou's definitely reading into it, but it's straight after the him in the video calls ran niichan . there's no chance of there being any correlation but that doesn't stop rindou's stupid brain latching onto it, obsessing over the idea that calling ran niichan could tip him over the edge like that.
even after all his watch throughs, it never fails to have his skin tingling, fire burning deep inside him as he comes along with ran.
"jesus that was so fucking close. fuck, felt so fucking good though. maybe i'm more of an exhibitionist than i thought."
he brings his hand up to lick the come from his fingers, and then flops back against the wall.
"ahh i can't believe my little brother almost just saw me like that, fuck. i haven't come that hard in so long, maybe i need to start taking my videos elsewhere for you guys. i'll leave a poll up under this so you can let me know if you liked it okay."
all things considered, rindou thinks it's understandable that it's his favourite of ran's posts.
—
the day rindou realises he's in too deep is the hottest day of the year so far.
he's lounging in a ratty old vest, short shorts stolen from ran, and he's doing his best to melt into the mattress when his laptop pings with a post notification. it's a personalised sound, connected to one thing and one thing only and the summer heat is nothing compared to the excitement it sparks inside of him.
if rindou sat back to think about it properly, he's almost definitely given himself some sort of pavlovian response to the sound, because it happens every time. not that he has enough shame to care.
no, shame is the last thing on his mind as he pulls himself to sit up, drags his laptop from where he'd pushed it to the bottom of the bed and tabs over to ran's blog.
his growing grin falls for a second when he realises the new post isn't a video, instead just a block of text, but then rindou reads through it and oh god. oh my god.
"good afternoon to my favourite degenerates! i come bearing special news today, as a thank you for how much you guys have blown up my content in the past few months.
from monday onwards, i'm officially opening request and commission videos! you can either leave any requests on the new ask i'll set up for other people to commission or you can message me direct for your own personal videos.
i'll put prices up later but basically how much you pay depends on kink, what you want to see me do and whether it'll be solely for your eyes or i can still post it on the blog too.
of course, anything i'm more interested in will be discounted at my own discretion.
i hope this excites you as much as it does me! i'll be back in a few days with next video ♡"
rindou reads it over and over, feels like he's gonna vibrate out of his skin as it sinks in. doesn't even think as he grabs his phone, just lets his dick take control as he types out a message to koko.
rindou [14:32]:
i need u to get me in on ur money scheme shit
right now
i need so much money
drops his phone back down to the bed once it's sent and goes back to staring at ran's new post. it already has an obscene amount of likes and a shameful bout of jealously bubbles up in rindou's tummy, just for a second, and then he's pushing it away.
his brother isn't his. he shouldn't even know about the blog or the videos and he has no right to feel so possessive over him, yet here he is.
the minutes stretch out and he knows the other is bad at texting on a good day, but the longer he waits, the more rindou feels like he's gonna explode. it's like there's something itching under his skin, clawing at him as it tries to get out.
when his phone finally pings with the notification he almost falls off the bed in his haste to grab it.
koko [14:53]:
I don't even wanna know, do I?
rindou [14:53]:
nope
koko [14:55]:
Lovely
Some of my boys go on collection rounds tomorrow, meet them at base and you can oversee
rindou [14:56]:
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
koko [15:14]:
Please don't text me again
—
it doesn’t go unnoticed that rindou is suddenly a lot more active in gang dealings. it’s common knowledge that the whole financing side of delinquency has never interested him, instead favouring simply running around and beating people up, because lets be honest, that's way more fun.
why should he care about how they make their money when koko is already a machine when it comes to that shit. rindou’s left hook is way better than his mental maths anyways.
“you’re out a lot on your own these days,” ran says, when he gets home from another collection round one evening. it’s later than he’s used to getting back, one of their local’s had tried to fight their monthly protection fee and there’d been a lot more haggling and a lot less intimidation than rindou really cared for, and the whole thing had dragged out so long it was almost pitch black outside.
rindou can read between the lines too, knows that this is ran’s indirect way of asking why rindou is involving himself with this side of things all of a sudden. why he’s not going out on the prowl with him instead, why they aren’t spending their evenings tag teaming whatever loser decides to cross their path.
“wanted a bit more cash and koko needed someone to head a few of his boys to keep them in line.”
it’s a lie, but not an obvious one. ran’s face still doesn’t clear, brow still furrowed with suspicion.
“i’m sure he would’ve just wired some into your account though, it’s not like we’re using much at the minute and you’re always happy to beat up whoever he wants.” and yeah, he’s probably right. rindou feels stupid that he didn’t even think to ask.
“i- you’re right. why didn’t i just ask him? now he’s just taking advantage of me, what the hell!”
ran’s face softens at his indignant tone, steps closer and closer until he’s within arms reach and he stretches out to ruffle rindou’s hair. “you’re so dumb sometimes rinrin.”
the combination of the touch and the nickname has rindou flushing, and his annoyance is gone within seconds, shoved aside as it’s replaced with something a lot warmer, fuzzier. he looks up at ran, looks at the way his brother is smiling down at him like he’s a child and almost forgets how to breathe.
the moment lasts for just a few seconds, but it feels like it stretches out for years, eons, and rindou just barely stops himself from leaning into the touch. it would be so easy, to nuzzle into ran’s hand like this, to let his eyes slip close and let his brother pet him like a dog, and yeah, no. that’s a bad train of thought, not with how wide awake rindou’s dick already is at the close contact. mission abort.
“you’re so mean niichan, ‘m not dumb,” he grumbles back as he sidesteps out of ran’s reach, his pout audible. ran’s hand stays frozen in the air as his eyes flick over to where rindou now stands and if rindou squints, he can almost pretend ran looks sad at the loss of touch. almost.
“i’m gonna go play some league with sanzu-”
“so you’re gonna spend the next two hours getting annoyed whenever he calls you a fag is what you’re saying?”
“uh, the amount of slurs depends on the day really. whatever, just. i’ll be in my room if you need me, i mean i don’t know why you’d need me and i know you know where i’m gonna be i just- fuck. i’m tired.”
and then rindou peaces the fuck out, leaves ran to deal with the word vomit rindou just unloaded onto him and speeds to his room. he shucks his hoodie before settling down in his desk chair, booting up league on his crappy little pc. the sound of it chugging along is way too loud, but rindou doesn’t really have money to spare when everything is currently being funneled into his secret porn obsession.
it’s not that bad anyways, only background noise once he’s got his headphones on and the game music is playing in his ears. sanzu’s already set up a discord channel for them and rindou joins before he queues them into a match.
“evening faggot,” he says in greeting, his voice crackling through his shitty microphone and rindou wants to die.
—
he doesn’t bring up the money thing to koko. just keeps running the shitty gigs because honestly they’re a good excuse to get out of the house, and away from ran. not that he’s avoiding his brother, because he’s not, it’s just getting harder and harder to act entirely normal around him when rindou’s head is stuffed full to the brim with lewd images of his brother, of the pretty sounds he makes whenever he comes.
it pays off anyways, when a few weeks later he gets his first big chunk of money in. it’s more than rindou has ever seen in his bank account before, and obviously the first thing he does is set up a paypal under a fake name and sets up a new tumblr under an url that ran can’t associate with him.
once that’s all sorted, he tabs over to ran’s blog (still a permanent fixture in his browser), clicks through to the commissions section and types out probably the worst thing he ever has in his life.
“hi orchid, i really hope this commission is something you’ll take on because i think i’d die if i got to see you fuck yourself on a dildo so hard you piss everywhere. i don’t want it private because i want everyone else who follows you to see how gross you are, but if you don’t want to post it elsewhere i will happily pay the extra to have it as a private commission. thank you in advance for your response, and thank you for all the content you already provide us with♡”
he sends it before he can overthink it, before he can talk himself out of it and as the submission shows on his screen, rindou can feel his hands shaking. god, ran’s probably not even going to accept the commission and yet rindou’s brain is already whirring, spinning into overdrive thinking of the visuals it would provide him if by some miracle he does choose to fulfill his nasty request.
it stays like that for almost the next week or so, keeps him constantly on edge, checking his inbox every twenty minutes just to see if ran has finally responded. he feels like a child in the week leading up to christmas, the excitement threatening to burst from him at any moment and the day that he finally gets a response is (upsettingly) the best day of his life.
“hello gentian33, i would absolutely love to accept this comm from you! i’m also happy to post it on my blog, and it’s something i’m also interested in so i’m happy to offer you a cheaper rate than usual for this one! it’ll be £100 if that’s okay with you?
my paypal account is [email protected] , put your user and the reference 076 in the notes tab and once i’ve confirmed the money is in my account i’ll get it filmed and posted asap!
thank you so much for your support, i hope you’re happy with the video i make for you♡”
this is it. rindou can die happy.
wait, no. he can wait for the video, watch it at least a few times through, enough to notice all the cute little details and then he can die happy.
just as they did the week before, his hands shake as he sets up the money transfer, sends it over almost immediately after receiving the message and only cringes a little bit over how eager he must be coming across. knowing what tumblr is like, he’s definitely not the worst ran will have to deal with, nowhere near it but still, it’s embarrassing. just for that, he tacks on a little extra money, sends over £125 with his name, the reference and a cute little bear emoji that he knows ran will love. his fingers tap impatiently on the keyboard of his laptop until the screen clears and the payment processes and he processes that this is finally happening.
he’s about to get personalised content, content made specifically because he asked for it. content that ran is giving him discounted because he liked the request. fuck.
rindou jumps up onto his bed, wobbling as the mattress moves underneath him and then he’s shaking his whole body, arms outstretched above his head as he stomps, does a stupid little happy dance over porn of all things. only stops when ran bangs on the wall, yells that he’s shaking the whole house, and he flops back down, jumps once last time and lands on his ass, bouncing a few times before his body sinks into the mattress properly.
he sleeps like a fucking baby that night, curled up tight in his blanket as he dreams of ran. wakes up actually feeling good for once, excitement still searing through his veins and he can only laugh when he meets ran in the kitchen. ran, who looks like he’s been dragged backwards through a hedge, hair all mussed up, still in his plaits from the day before and lipgloss smudged across his chin.
even like this, he’s beautiful. it’s mushy and gross, but rindou is ecstatic, too fucking excited to even consider the soft as shit things his mind is stirring up as he cooks breakfast for his brother. life is good.
—
well, life is good until it’s not anymore.
and right now rindou is definitely erring towards not. very definitely actually.
you see, he’s in their flat's tiny little bathroom, sat on the toilet seat with his legs spread wide, pants around his ankles and hand firmly around the base of cock. this on its own is nothing bad, nothing out of the ordinary for rindou really. his phone propped up on the basin of the sink is nothing new either, still playing through the video of ran he had been watching up until a second ago.
the issue really lies in the open doorway, and the person stood in the space there. the person who’s currently staring rindou down with an almost predatory glare, eyes occasionally flicking to the image of himself up on rindou’s screen, as he fucks himself with a stupidly big dildo.
yeah, life is super not good right now.
“listen, i can explain,” he starts, but then he pauses because, no he can’t. he can't explain his way out of this one. it’s unexplainable. “i- it’s. fuck, just- can you just pretend you didn’t see this?”
and then because the universe hates him, the ran in the video fucking squeals, and both of their heads turn to look at rindou’s phone as video ran’s cock spurts piss all over himself, his body shaking as he keeps fucking the toy into himself. his hand holds his dick steady so that he can tilt his chin down, piss straight into his mouth and even though he’s seen it over and over by now, the sight of it still makes rindou keen.
which, not really helping the current situation.
the video keeps going, keeps pumping out ran’s high-pitched whines into the bathroom and they echo against the tiles, bounce back even louder in the silence that’s stretching between the two of them.
god, he’s still got his hand around his dick too.
as fast as he can, rindou scrambles to pull his joggers up, tucks his dick into them and then sits with his legs together, hands resting in his lap like a student waiting to be told off. he can’t meet ran’s eye, can barely cope with being this close to him when he was literally jerking off to him like thirty seconds ago.
with that thought he reaches forwards to grab his phone and he sets his volume all the way off before locking it, shoving it into his pocket.
“i don’t think that’s what you really want is it?” ran asks, and rindou has already forgotten what he’s replying to. his head is empty, hollow and he stares, gapes stupidly as ran steps into the bathroom, closes the door behind himself and steps forwards so that he’s directly in front of rindou.
he lets out a dumb little gasp when ran’s hand finds his knee, and he pushes until rindou parts his legs, enough that ran can move forwards to fit between them. with how close he is, he’s properly looming over rindou, using his height to his full advantage and rindou gasps again when ran’s hands settle on either side of his face, cupping his cheeks and tilting his head up so that rindou is looking up at him.
“go on, tell me you want me to leave. tell me you want me to forget everything i’ve just seen.”
he should, rindou knows that he really should but god, with ran this close to him, finally touching him in a way that rindou has been dreaming of for months, he can't. he can't bring himself to say it.
so he shakes his head, doesn't trust himself to speak just yet and he's rewarded with a smile that would have him on his knees if he wasn't already sat down.
"good. i've been waiting for this moment gentian , to finally catch you like this," and then he's leaning down and kissing rindou. like, actual lips pressing against lips and rindou wants to scream because ran just called him by his tumblr name but all he manages to do is part his lips just so and then ran's tongue is pushing inside and rindou's brain short circuits.
he whines, high pitched and needy, fists his hands in the back of ran's tshirt and clings to his brother to stop him from pulling away at any moment. rindou's not convinced this isn't actually a dream, and fuck if he isn't gonna make the most of this before it's gone again.
"so needy for me rinrin," ran murmurs when they part for breath, still close enough that his lips brush against rindou’s as he speaks and rindou can't even disagree because he is . he's so needy, so desperate for ran's touch. he whines again, tugs at ran in an attempt to pull him even closer. ran just smiles at him again, in a way that has his eyes crinkling and dimples showing. it leaves rindou breathless and he stays like that when ran moves, climbs into his lap and sits down like this is something they've always done.
rindou is still hard in his joggers, never really flagged from his impromptu jerk off session before and the friction it creates as ran’s ass presses against him is heavenly. his hips jerk, frot up against him as his breathe hitches. he’s embarrassingly close, the combination of being caught and ran touching him sending him into overload and ran’s giggle is fucking dangerous as he starts to roll his hips.
all he’s wearing is a pair of booty shorts, hot pink and obscenely short, and a worn out tshirt that rindou thinks might be his, and it’s nothing special but as he sits above rindou like this, bottom lip between his teeth, rindou thinks he looks like sin incarnate.
“niichan, i can’t- it, ah it feels so good,” he gasps, keeps his hands clenched tight in ran’s shirt as he grinds his hips up and he’s totally about to come in his pants like a horny preteen but ran is still cooing at him, voice soft as he tells rindou how good he’s doing. it’s too much, way too much for rindou’s tiny brain to comprehend and all it takes is ran whispering right into his ear, telling him ‘you look so good underneath me like this, my obedient little brother. i bet you’d do anything i asked of you’ and rindou’s back is arching, toes curling as he comes harder than he has in a while.
it takes him a good minute to come back to himself, to float back down to earth and his stupid gape from earlier comes back with avengence because ran is… ran is still sat on his lap, shorts pulled down just enough to get his dick out and he’s jerking off. his free hand is still over rindou’s shoulder, holding him steady as he writhes on rindou’s lap, hips bucking into his own fist and if rindou though his brain was frazzling earlier, it doesn’t come close to how fucking fried this makes him feel.
not with how ran is whining, whimpering about how good it feels. especially not when he leans forward to press his forehead against rindou’s, breathes heavy against rindou’s face, fogs his glasses with it as his body shakes with the build up of his orgasm.
it doesn’t take long for ran to get himself off, and as his hips jerk one last time, his hand fists in the back of rindou’s shirt, nails scratching at his skin through the flimsy material. comes dribbles over his fist, down onto his shorts and rindou’s joggers too and rindou wants to taste, desperately wants to clean ran up.
he must say it outloud without thinking, because ran is huffing against his face and then he’s pulling back, fingers coming up to press against rindou’s lips. “be a good boy and clean me up then,” he says, voice still breathless and rindou parts his lips easily, sucks ran’s fingers in. laves his tongue all over them, slips it between them and sucks off every last bit of come he can find. keeps going even after they’re clean, bobbing his head on them like he’s sucking dick and he groans around them when ran presses in further, makes him choke on them.
it’s a gross, wet sound, but ran hums appreciatively at it, pushes his fingers deeper to hear it again before he’s pulling them free, wiping the spit off on rindou’s shirt. “ah, you’re so good to me rinrin. such a good little brother,” and then his hand is slipping lower, lower, until he’s cupping rindou through his joggers.
the front of them is damp from his come, the grey fabric stained darker at the crotch and rindou hadn’t even realised he was still hard until ran is squeezing at him, rolling his palm over his dick. honestly, the one orgasm ran has given him could sate rindou for the rest of his life if it was all he would ever get, but then ran is pulling back, off rindou’s lap and down to his knees and oh. oh.
“niichan, what are- wha,” is all he manages to get out before ran’s hands are at the waistband of his joggers, pulling them down just enough for his dick to bob free, bouncing up against his tummy.
“you’ve seen my dick a whole bunch over the past half a year, i think it’s only fair i finally get to see yours too rinrin, no?” his voice is almost too sweet as he asks, his saccharine tone contrasting the dark of his eyes, the way his pupils are blown wide as his fingers wrap around the base of rindou’s cock.
it’s a lot to take in, only gets worse when ran leans forward to lick at the tip, sticks his tongue out like a kitten and laps at his dick.
rindou’s gonna die. this is gonna be the death of him.
“you’re so big rinrin, bet you’d feel real nice stretching me out.”
maybe he’s already dead, maybe this is his final pity fantasy before he’s spit out into hell and doomed to live the rest of his life empty and ran-less and-
suddenly everything’s warm and rindou’s mental pity party is cut short as he looks down to see ran’s mouth open wide as he swallows him down, not stopping until his nose is pressed up against his pubes. his voice breaks, squeaking like a prepubescent boy as ran swallows around him, keeps rindou pressed deep inside his mouth until he has to pull back to breathe. he doesn’t let up though, doesn’t give rindou even a second to think about the logistics of what's actually happening because he’s moving back down, swallowing him down again and bobbing his head, pressing his tongue to the underside of rindou’s dick in a way that drives him crazy.
the same as before, his orgasm builds up way too fast, his stomach twisting tighter and tighter until finally he snaps, and there’s no time to even warn ran before he’s coming down his throat, hips bucking into his brother's mouth.
ran swallows it down like it’s nothing, because of course he does. only a little of rindou’s come spills over and ran makes sure to hold his eye contact as he wipes it away with his thumb, sucks it back into his mouth with a moan that’s obviously put on but still makes rindou shiver.
he tucks rindou back into his joggers and then resettles back onto his lap, sideways this time, with his head tucked under rindou’s chin. they stay like that as rindou comes down, and rindou hesitates, has no clue what to do with his hands until ran grabs them to sit at his waist.
“i- how long did you know?” rindou asks, when he finally feels like he can breathe normally again.
ran giggles, and it shakes rindou with the way his head is pressed against rindou’s shoulder. “rinrin, i knew from the start.”
“WHAT! what do you mean, i- how? i thought i was super good at being secretive about it,” he says, and he genuinely means it. ran finds that even more hilarious and he laughs harder this time, before sitting up and looking at rindou with what he can only describe as pity.
“oh brother, my sweet little brother. i could hear you through the walls most nights rin, like you could’ve at least worn headphones,” and okay, he kinda has rindou there. “watching porn outloud is just so, it’s like you’re asking to get caught. honestly, at first i thought you were doing it on purpose to rile me but then i realised you thought i didn’t know and it became almost like a game.”
god, rindou really is stupid. he huffs out a laugh, embarrassed about how obvious he must’ve been these past few months. “so that means, my commissions…”
“oh rinrin,” ran starts, brings a hand up to pat rindou’s cheek in a move that’s as patronising as it is sweet. “your url is literally the meaning of your name and your favourite number.”
maybe stupid doesn’t even cut it.
rindou whines, squeezes his eyes shut in humiliation and tips his head back until it hits the basin of the toilet. ran just laughs at him again. “i thought it was cute though. i still think it’s cute honestly. my dumb little brother, trying so hard to keep it a secret that you jerk off to me every night.”
“ah niichaaaan, don’t be mean to me. i’m embarrassed enough as it is.”
the hand still on his face shifts, moves round to the nape of his neck and then ran is pulling him back up, bringing his other hand up to cup rindou’s cheek. “rinrin, look at me,” he says, voice firm in a way that rindou has to comply with and so he opens his eyes, looks up at ran even though his body is screaming at him to run, hide. “i thought i’d made it obvious enough, but i’m happy that you can’t keep a secret okay. i’ve wanted you like this for years now.”
rindou’s eyes go wide at that. “years?” he asks, almost incredulously, and this time it’s ran’s turn to blush.
“you’re cute, it’s not my fault. and you grew up so handsome, so big and strong.” he squeezes rindou’s bicep as he says it and rindou thanks his past self for becoming almost obsessed with working out.
“well, i guess we have a lot of missed time to make up for then,” rindou blurts, his brain to mouth filter already shut down at this point, giving him the guise of confidence even though his brain is still mush.
it works though, has ran smirking, eyes darkening in the way they had earlier and then he’s twisting in rindou’s lap, leaning in close until there’s just centimetres between them. “when better to start than now?” he asks, and then he’s leaning in for a kiss, tongue pressing between rindou’s lips until he parts them and okay, rindou might be stupid, but that’s ran’s type apparently.