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Despite having missed nearly two decades of Joshua’s life, Clive still feels like he knows his brother pretty well. Joshua still hates carrots, Joshua still loves to read, and Joshua still sneaks into his chambers every night.
What he isn’t quite accustomed to however, is how possessive his brother has become. Maybe it’s because Joshua was only a child when they were torn apart. Maybe it’s the influence of the Undying in his upbringing. Or maybe…
Deft fingers find their way to his backside, nudging at his hole like it’s his right to breach it, and his brother’s name slips from his lips like a prayer.
“Joshua…”
Clive allows it all of course, relaxing under Joshua’s touch while tossing his head back to bear even more of his neck to his brother’s hungry lips.
Maybe Joshua is possessive because Clive allows them this. This love and sin and pleasure that he cannot deny.
“I do not like it when you are so friendly with everyone, brother.” The words vibrate through his skin like a threat, but Clive only manages to hug Joshua a little more tightly. They're already naked and pressed together, and yet, it still doesn't feel like enough.
“Joshua…I…” He doesn’t know what to say about it though; it’s not like he can just stop being friendly toward everyone at the Hideaway.
His brother, however, doesn’t seem to be looking for an answer. When Clive attempts to swallow the dryness in his throat to speak, his brother drags the flat of his tongue over his throat and bites down. Hard.
“...ahh…! ”
Except it’s more pleasure than pain, and Clive feels a tremor go up his body from the sensation. He hugs Joshua into his chest and rocks their hips together to take the edge off. But with both their cocks hard, the relief of rubbing against one another is overshadowed by the way Joshua works his fingers into him.
“Tch, it doesn’t matter. Look at you, you’re only like this for me , brother…” Joshua speaks as if he’s talking to himself, the words barely audible as he returns to abusing the sensitive spots on his neck. “Only for me…”
Clive still hears him with the utmost clarity though. Between Joshua’s mischievous tongue and the delicious press of teeth against his skin, there’s no denying it. His body responds to Joshua like it was made for him. And in some ways, Clive supposes he was. He flattens his hand across the small of his brother’s back and rolls his hips forward with a little more intention. Their cocks twitch in between them, and even though Joshua already has two fingers in his ass, he starts pushing in a third.
“Would you let me fuck you for the world to see?”
Clive’s only answer is the involuntary clenching and relaxing of his muscles around Joshua’s fingers. He would do anything to keep Joshua safe. Anything to make him happy. Anything.
Joshua curls his fingers, rubbing and pressing into his insides until the resulting pleasure forces another moan out of him.
“Good.” Joshua sounds more pleased now, kissing up his neck and along his jaw until Clive tilts his head down to meet his brother’s hungry mouth for a kiss. He’s still absentmindedly rolling his hips against Joshua when he parts his lips, but he quickly loses his rhythm as soon as his brother starts bullying his tongue with his own.
The kiss is filthy, with Joshua sucking on his tongue between licking at his teeth and nipping at his lower lip. Clive can barely keep up, gulping down mouthfuls of air as his mouth is ravaged. And when Joshua begins to walk them back toward the bed, fingers still stroking into the spot that makes his knees tremble, tongue still insistent and demanding, Clive gives up on breathing entirely.
But then everything shifts, Joshua slips his fingers out, shoves at his chest, and Clive falls back onto the bed with a gasp, whining from the loss of Joshua’s body against his own. But when he refocuses his eyes onto the looming figure before him, he can only stare.
Joshua is beautiful.
It’s a sight he’s seen countless times already, but it’s no matter. Not even Ultima’s prison can take away from Joshua’s beauty. If anything, the glow of the seal in his brother’s chest only adds to his ethereal nature. Long and lean, Joshua is almost the mirror opposite of himself. If not for the width of his shoulders and the tapering of his waist, Joshua could almost even be feminine. But then Clives’s eyes fall down to his brother’s cock, long and thick and standing proudly between them, and he licks his lips from the force of the desire that hits him. His shamelessness earns him a soft little gasp from Joshua, and were it another day, he would crawl and take his brother into his mouth to worship.
“Founder, Clive… ”
Something dark and feral passes over Joshua’s expression, and Clive allows himself a little smile before repositioning. As much as he would like to get his mouth on Joshua, he knows his brother desires something else today. And so Clive turns onto his hands and knees and spreads his legs so wide that his own cock nearly brushes down against the bedding. He knows how enticing he looks like this, and he knows how much Joshua loves it. But before his brother can even touch him, he drops down to his elbows, pushes his ass out even further, and turns to look over his shoulder.
“I have always been yours, Joshua.” He knows his words are far too heartfelt for the amount of lust and wantonness hanging in the air, but he can never help himself. He’s always had a soft spot for his brother.
“That you have…” Joshua’s voice is low, almost hoarse from arousal, and clearly woven with lust.
Clive sways his hips in anticipation. Joshua pours an entire vial of oil onto his cock, and Clive turns away to press his forehead into his arms as his brother finally pushes into him.
No matter how many times they’ve done this, Clive still moans like a shameless whore every time Joshua fills him with cock. The heat of their joining spreads pleasure through his body like a wildfire, and when his brother is finally fully seated into him, Clive shoves his hips back and begs for more.
“Look at you…only for me. All for me.” Joshua’s words are a mere whisper, but his possessiveness remains loud and clear. It goes beyond their love; Joshua wants to own every part of his body and every ounce of his pleasure.
And Clive is all too happy to give it to him. He follows Joshua’s lead as hands hold his hips still, even as the withdrawal of Joshua’s cock leaves him whining low from the back of his throat. He doesn’t have to wait for long though, because his brother slams back in on the next breath, and Clive grips into the sheets from the pleasure that shoots up his spine. It’s a carnal, feral thing, their joining, but no matter how sordid it is, it never ceases to drown him in ecstasy.
His brother curves over his back, kissing along his shoulder blades before settling in to nip at the crook of his neck. Joshua cooridnates his kisses with his hips, and somehow, through the haze of pleasure, Clive finds a rhythm of rocking back into the steady thrusting of Joshua’s hips.
It’s almost not enough. His skin feels alight with the flames of their passion, overly sensitive even as all feeling boils down to the way Joshua is sliding in and out of him. And it’s almost too much at the same time. His nipples throb from sensitivity and neglect, and his muscles tense with impending orgasm despite his cock remaining untouched.
“Joshua…I’m…!”
But Clive doesn’t reach his climax. Joshua slams forward hard enough to knock him off his elbows and into the bed, and before he can recover, Joshua surges forward and repositions them.
“Not yet, brother.”
Despite his willowy appearance, Joshua has no trouble manhandling him onto his side. A hand slips under his right knee to pull his leg up, and that glorious cock grinds into him as Joshua spreads him wide for their imagined audience to see.
“Show me how good I make you feel.”
Clive takes the words like a command, cock twitching and leaking pathetically as Joshua resumes thrusting into him. He would gladly bare himself for the world to see if it made his brother happy. Everyone would see how obscene and obedient his body is for Joshua, and as shameful as it would be, Clive finds that it only fan the flames of his arousal to even greater heights.
His left hand is still fisted in the sheets, unable to let go as Joshua keeps pounding into that spot with unrelenting precision. Every thrust forces a gasping little moan out of him, but through the unraveling of his body, Clive somehow manages to reach his right arm back to coax Joshua into a kiss. He holds onto the back of his brother’s neck for dear life and turns his head just in time for Joshua to slot their mouths together. And his subsequent moans are licked away by his brother’s deft, demanding tongue.
He basks in the feeling of being so exposed, cock bouncing in its neglect from the force of Joshua’s hips. He savors the fervor of devotion in Joshua’s kisses. He loses himself entirely. So much so that he doesn’t even notice the hand sliding under his left side until Joshua pinches his nipple hard enough to make him yell.
“ NNnngh…! ”
Except, of course Joshua simply kisses him harder to swallow his moans. Clive relaxes his jaw to allow Joshua free reign in his mouth, but even as he tries to meet his brother’s tongue with his own, the double onslaught between the cock pounding into his ass and the fingers abusing his nipple proves to be too much. Joshua pulls his leg up even higher, spreads him even wider, and Clive feels himself quivering around his brother’s cock. He’s so close that it only takes Joshua digging his blunt nails into the sensitive nub of his nipple to push him over the edge. His whole body tenses, the sheets tear under his hand, and Clive’s belays his pleasure into his brother’s mouth as Joshua fucks him through the whole thing.
Joshua keeps kissing him too, more tenderly now, but no less hungry and possessive. Clive’s own tongue and lips go slack, and he simply allows himself to be taken, thoroughly giving in as his cock twitches against his leg, spent, but still unwilling to relinquish the pleasure of his brother’s continued thrusts.
He allows Joshua to use his body for his own pleasure, mind swimming from the thought with no regard to his own oversensitivity or sluggishness. And when Joshua finally comes, Clive finds himself smiling into the sloppiness of their kiss and takes everything his brother gives him. He feels Joshua throbbing inside his ass and clenches down out of instinct. It earns him a gasp and a twist to his nipple, but Clive doesn’t mind. Everything he feels, everything he is, has always been for Joshua.
Joshua drops his leg, and they stay there on their sides, still kissing lazily, losing coordination and rhythm in favor of simply sliding their tongues against each other. Joshua doesn't pull out, and Clive doesn’t move either, other than relaxing and sinking his weight into the bed to enjoy the heat and closeness of his brother at his back.
Neither of them speak until Clive is on the verge of sleep, lulled into complacency by the bliss that always comes from their love making.
“I am yours as much as you are mine, brother.” Joshua whispers the words like a promise, pressing into his back with all the warmth and fire of the Phoenix itself.
“…mmm…I know.”
Clive feels Joshua’s lips curve into a smile at the back of his neck and hugs the arms wrapped around his waist. He lets asleep overtake him to the warm puffs of Joshua’s breath at his back and the steady beating of his brother’s heart. They are together, and all is as it should be.