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It was just another ordinary evening with all of the brothers gathered to eat dinner together as they always did. Odd jobs, school, practice – the three usually separated in the afternoons to reconvene in the evening on most days, and today was no different. The three boys were chattering about how each other’s days went in between bites of warm curry. The summer heat managed to make its way through their building, despite the concrete walls, so every throatful of cold water felt sublime.
“The job was pretty easy, but I had to go back to the store again ‘cause I got the wrong flavor, s’fine but. It was so freakin’ hot outside…
Saburo couldn’t help but stifle a yawn that may have been a little louder than necessary, which earned an annoyed glare from Jiro.
“Sorry, that story was so interesting, it would make a really nice bedtime story.”
Jiro’s eye twitched. “You… you ought to show me a little more respect, huh?”
“Yeah, ok, ok…” Saburo leaned on the table, propping up his head while he picked at his food, staring at his curry through lidded eyes. It was rather bad form at the table, but Saburo found himself too exhausted to care.
Jiro blinked at the less than lackluster bite in his response, but just shook his head and went back to focusing on his food.
Ichiro tilted his head in what seemed like concern. “So Saburo, how was school today?”
The youngest brother blew air at one of his bangs. “Erm, same old easy classes, really boring…” He trailed off, his eyelids beginning to feel heavier and heavier as he poked at the potatoes around the plate with his fork.
“Oi,” Jiro’s voice snapped Saburo’s consciousness back to attention. “Who's the sloppy one now, playing with the precious food that nii-chan cooked for us?” There was less challenge in his voice this time, seeing as Saburo didn’t seem to have the fight in him.
Saburo tried to cover another yawn as he pushed back his chair in a motion to concede. “I’m sorry… Ichi-nii, I think I’ll go to bed early…again.” He got up and left the table, leaving behind a half-finished plate of curry and two concerned-looking older brothers.
Saburo heard them from down the stairs. “Alright, goodnight Saburo. Don’t… don’t worry about it, you worked hard today.”
Jiro took a glance at his older brother for how lenient he was before reaching for the abandoned plate. “More for me, I guess. Oi, Saburo, I don’t wanna hear anything about you being hungry later, got it?”
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Saburo drowsily made his way up the stairs to his room and plopped on his bed with a slight bounce, half covering his bare legs with the thin bed sheet. Usually he liked to work on personal projects, scroll through message boards, or watch board game reviews, but he couldn’t even bring himself to lift his head to do any of those things.
How pathetic, he thought.
Suddenly every night had become exhausting. It was summer, so it couldn’t be that he was sick or anything. While he didn’t admire how sweaty and smelly Jiro was when he came home from soccer practice, maybe it was a good idea to start working out more so he isn’t so winded. But like hell he was gonna ask Jiro for advice. Ichi-nii would know how to get him started on things that he could do...
As these thoughts flowed, Saburo felt the haze of sleep slowly overtake him.
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Ichiro lightly padded through the dark corridor. Thankfully, it was pretty easy to figure out whether Jiro was asleep, his muffled snoring audible from behind the door. He then made his way to Saburo’s room and peeked through the open slit. Saburo was on his back, bedsheets haphazardly pulled up to his waist. Ichiro closed the door behind him and took a seat on the edge of the bed.
“Hey, Saburo…” he whispers with a gentle shake of his shoulder. “Saburo…” No response at all. He gently pulled off the bed sheets. All Saburo wore was a tank top and shorts to cope with the heat.
Ichiro was relieved that Saburo still seemed sensitive to the drugs despite having been on them the past few nights. That salesman was telling the truth about how just a tiny tablet dissolved in a glass of water could knock anyone out cold, which spoke to its potency. He only had enough money this week for a few grams, so there wasn’t much to work with. He had checked the bottle this morning to find that only one tablet was left.
One more night. He had to make this night count, at least until he could get his hands on more.
Ichiro let his hands wander his little brother’s body, enjoying his soft, slightly sweaty skin. Eventually his hands traveled up and under his tank top, hitching up the fabric until they reached the tiny mounds on his chest. He gave a gentle squeeze, to which he got a soft moan in reply.
Saburo is just so damn cute while asleep. Ichiro can’t help but have the need to keep his little brother to himself. He wants to caress and monopolize every aspect of him so nobody else could. Ichiro leaned in and mouthed at his neck, breathing in the scent of Saburo’s scalp and letting his hot breath tickle his skin… Normally, Saburo would push away to complain that it was too hot to cuddle. But right now, Saburo was so eager and adorable for him, only him. He wanted to drink in all of Saburo. Maybe someday, Saburo will do the same.
The eldest began to toy with his pink nubs, rubbing and pulling on them between his fingers. Saburo weakly squirmed beneath him with another moan. God, how could someone be so effortlessly erotic like this? He moved down the bed between Saburo’s legs, gently pushing his legs to bend at the knee. Ichiro kissed each knee before guiding them apart, shifting positions until his hard-on was flush against Saburo. He held his breath as he ground his clothed cock between Saburo’s legs, covering Saburo’s still-exposed chest with kisses before enveloping one of his nipples in his mouth. It was already hard from all the attention it was getting. Eventually, he was timing every grind with each swirl of his tongue, a low groan escaping his throat as he did.
Ichiro decided to take his sweet time tonight, indulging in every aspect of his baby brother even if it meant teasing himself. He had been doing this ritual the past few nights, getting more and more daring with every session. Groping turned into fingering. Pecks turned into making out. Finishing in the bathroom turned into cumming on Saburo’s face.
Ichiro had something new planned for today as well.
With a ghost’s touch, he adjusted Saburo's legs so he could pull down the waistband of his shorts down past his ankles along with his underwear, revealing his pretty pink pussy after parting his legs again. Ichiro felt himself involuntarily swallow at the sight. Sure, he’s seen his brothers naked before, but seeing it so open and ready for him, knowing it wasn't for anyone else – The thought always made Ichiro dizzy.
Just as he had many times before, he coaxed his fingers along Saburo’s entrance, pleasantly surprised to find that he was already wet. So cute…. His body was so used to his touch that it was already preparing itself for him. After letting his fingers get covered generously in his juices, he gently guided his middle finger inside Saburo’s wet heat, pumping it in and out slowly. Saburo was still a virgin, so he wanted to make sure to not cause any sort of pain.
Despite the restraint he held, his boxers were becoming more and more unbearable to be in. He pulled down the waistband of his own shorts and pulled his underwear out of the way, sighing with relief as his cock was exposed to the air. He stroked himself as he spoiled Saburo with a second and eventually third finger. Another soft moan escaped Saburo's throat as he prodded Saburo’s slick walls, relishing in how Saburo’s heat greedily swallowed all of him up.
Ichiro was delving into unexplored territory now, which would invoke more apprehension if it weren’t so exciting. Length in hand, he compared his size against Saburo’s pelvis, seeing how deep he would be able to reach inside his brother. He wondered if Saburo could take it all with his small frame…
It was unbearable at this point. He needs to be inside Saburo now or he’s going to go insane. He pulled away, spreading the remaining fluids that covered his fingers onto his length. He lined himself up with Saburo’s aroused entrance, rubbing himself against his folds with a whine before pushing in. He went slow, making sure not to grip his thighs open too tightly. If he hurt Saburo now, he would never forgive himself. Attempting to maintain his composure, he eyed Saburo's face for his response.
His little brother’s face had slightly tensed to the new sensation of being full as he softly groaned. Ichiro continued to push himself deeper, forgetting to breathe as he gradually bottomed out, his pelvis now flush against Saburo’s pussy.
Eventually, Saburo’s affect softened, which Ichiro interpreted as the signal that he could start moving. He pulled back until only the tip was inside, before plunging himself back inside the tight heat.
Saburo took him so well, as if he was made for Ichiro’s cock. It took nearly everything in Ichiro, every ounce of restraint and determination from every battle he’s fought, to not start fucking the life out of Saburo then and there.
He kept going at a slow until he believed Saburo could handle more, eventually working up his speed. Saburo’s hair fell around his head like a dark halo on the white pillow below as his mouth parted open with uneven breaths. Sweat began trailing down his brow as the increasing heat of the room began to weigh heavy on the both of them. It’s as if here, in Saburo’s room, they were in their own little heaven, the only sounds accompanying them being the wet sounds of Ichiro's sinful lovemaking and his labored breathing.
Something told him that he needed his tongue in Saburo’s mouth, now. To taste all of him. Ichiro leaned over, sucking eagerly on the bottom of Saburo's lip before thrusting his tongue between his baby brother’s lips to explore the rest of him. Traces of curry from their dinner were still on his tongue. Ichiro quickened his pace, moaning into Saburo’s mouth as they connected deeply in two places. The mattress was moving at this point, rattling the bed frame with every slap of hips to thighs.
Saburo moaned more audibly as he breathed into Ichiro’s mouth. Ichiro drank in his breath before he removed himself from Saburo’s now-swollen lips to get into a better position.
“Ah, I- Ishi nii…”
Ichiro’s eyes shot wide open upon hearing Saburo’s voice. His words were slurred as his mouth still hung open, still unable to fully reach full control.
Saburo’s head and limbs felt as if they were packed with lead fuzz. His eyes were barely open and unfocused. Everything felt so hot, so suffocating, as Ichiro fucked his pliable body into the bed. His grip on Saburo’s thighs became tighter as he continued to milk every sound he could out of the boy, watching his chest jiggle with every thrust of his hips. Saburo’s walls began to spasm around him, signaling that he was likely close.
God, Seeing Saburo covered in sweat completely at his mercy like this, Ichiro felt the last sane thread in his brain snap. “S-Saburo, Saburo,” Ichiro began to chant his name like a spell, unable to control his volume or his groans. Despite Saburo being half-awake, he continued stuffing him with his cock, getting even more excited at the idea that Saburo could actually see his big brother violating him completely in the dark.
“Saburo, I-”
I’m so sorry.
“I love you, I love you so much - Saburo…”
Ichiro’s vision turned hazy as his orgasm hit him before he could pull out, emptying himself into Saburo. He laid claim to his baby brother with a few more thrusts before collapsing on top of him, completely spent. They laid together like that for a few moments before Ichiro gently pulled out and spread his folds, watching with admiration as his cum began to dribble out of Saburo’s pussy. If circumstances were different, he would love to leave it in him and cuddle instead, but he didn’t want his cute little brother to wake up to his mess and worry.
After tucking himself back in, he leaned down, plunging his tongue inside Saburo until his nose was buried in thin pubic hair. His tongue was met with a salty bitterness as he licked up everything he could of himself out of Saburo, before giving attention to his clit by lazily swirling his tongue around it.
“I-Ishi-nn” Saburo cried out, weakly twitching as he came.
Ichiro pulled away once he was done, leaving the bedside to fetch a few things. When he came back with a wet washcloth, Saburo was out cold once more. Spent from the orgasm, Ichiro assumed. He gently wiped down Saburo’s small frame and slipped his shorts back on and pulled down his tank, even pulling up the bedsheet as sloppily as Saburo had done as if nothing had ever happened.
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“Oh good morning, Saburo!”
“... Good morning, Ichi-nii…”
Ichiro was already donned in an apron in the kitchen, cooking up breakfast when Saburo made his way down the stairs. Saburo found his face heating up when faced with Ichiro first thing in the morning, being reminded of the really weird, embarrassing dream he had.
In addition to feeling more tired, he’s also been having really weird dreams at night. At times, he feels like he can’t move or breathe during the night before waking up to a pounding headache and a dry mouth. However, this dream felt particularly vivid, where he… laid with someone. He wasn’t sure if it was actually Ichiro, or if he just sensed it. It was dark, it was suffocating, but it felt… good. He didn’t want to speak to the contents of the dream, even within his inner dialogue, for what it could mean for his own subconscious feelings. Yet, he couldn’t help but feel perplexed at how he could imagine something so vivid if he had never experienced it before. Maybe he really was sick with some summer disease.
“Saburo…”
It’s like he could hear Ichiro’s voice still, calling to him, wanting him like in that dream. He felt disgusted with himself, having unscrupulous thoughts about a good person like Ichiro …he was terrible, terrible…
“...heyyy Saburo-”
Saburo blinked. “Ah, huh?”
“Is everything ok?”
Without him realizing, a fried fish and bowl of rice were already set before him. Glancing up at Ichiro, those gallant, mismatched eyes were fixed on him. He was observational and sensitive to his brother’s feelings, of course he would notice something was up. But for some reason, Saburo felt bare under their scrutiny, so vulnerable and small…
When Saburo didn’t answer, Ichiro huffed. “You didn’t finish your dinner, so I’m guessing you’re probably really hungry by now. I cooked you an extra piece since you didn’t have much. Now eat up!”
Saburo’s face softened, relieved at the change of topic as he remembered how empty his stomach was. “Yeah! It looks really good, thank you!”
Ichiro only smiled back.
Next time, he was going to buy in bulk.