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Clive did not know how he had allowed this situation to come to pass. Actually, no… he did know how. The true question was surely why he had allowed this. But the thought was distracting and fleeting, as was the guilt he was feeling right at this moment, as eyes; stinging with sweat from climbing pleasure and exertion were fixed hungrily on the writhing form above him.

His hands gripped tightly of his brother’s sloped hips, squeezing, grasping, leaving red marks he willed would not bruise, even as he dragged his brother’s rump down to meet his hips... his cock... in a stuttering broken rhythm. Even, as he absently prayed he was not hurting Joshua, he could not loosen his grip, too far gone in forbidden pleasure.

Joshua, so recently returned to the loving protection of his older brother, to his shield, was being mauled… defiled! … by a beast… -oh Founder yes!-... and gods damn it, he was the beast.

Joshua, so worldly and yet still so very pure, Clive could not reign in his unsurmountable need to possess, -damn it- to rut into his gripping -fuck like a vice- body like a dog. -Shit!- he was a beast. Yet, even as he punished him himself with the thought, pleasure overrode it. He knew if anyone should try to steal his desire away from him they would be met with fists… a sword… God’s at this point snarling teeth and nails! Fuck! but this bewitching creature was his, Joshua had begged for him, granted in a regal and far too reasonable manner as was his way, yet never the less, begged for him.

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Three days previous…

Clive cracked his neck, battle sore and hungry, intent to avail himself of the soothing oil Tarja had gifted him with, for those excursions where the power of an Eikon was a necessity not a luxury, before joining the stragglers in the ale hall. A few pints were called for to relax before he attempted sleep.

As he opened the door to his chambers, he was greeted with a sight both blessedly familiar and yet unfamiliar. Without thought a welcoming smile creased his face as he saw his now mature brother standing examining his trinkets at the back wall. It always amused Joshua that his ever-practical big brother, had developed the magpie habit of collecting pretties. To Clive’s tolerant disgruntlement, no matter how many times he explained they were not ‘pretties’… they were gifts and mementoes of precious people and past times… Joshua just laughed lightly and continued calling them pretties.

As Clive approached, Joshua turned placing the box back on the table and happily greeted his brother. Clive felt a surge of protectiveness for this man… for Joshua of twenty-eight years… no different than that he had for his fragile brother of ten. His wonder that they could exist here together in this place never failed to encompass him whenever they shared space, and he knew he would move mountains for this, his most treasured person.

“Joshua,” he exclaimed pleased, “it’s late, why are you not abed brother?”

Joshua lightly hoped down the few steps, approaching his brother and briefly wrapping arms around him. “Ah Clive, I am sorry about the hour. Actually, I have been here for some time waiting for you. I hope… I did not overstep my bounds?” He lifted a fine brow questioningly, only to receive a hasty shake of the head from his brother.

“No no no, not at all. If it were my choice I would not have you far from my sight for a moment, you know that.” Joshua smiled brightly, happy to have his brother’s affection so carelessly professed. “In fact, I was about to visit the ale hall. I would beg you join me but,” he eyed Joshua’s light night shirt and loose shorts cut at elbows and knee, “you are certainly not dressed for polite company. Did you waltz through the Hideaway dressed that like that?” He teased smiling.

Joshua shrugged, a graceful tilt of one shoulder, “When you are a wielder of flame brother, many strangers may see you in varying states of dress, polite or impolite.” He winked and gave a tilted smirk, “It was hardly a walk of shame, unlike some I have seen sneaking around here. I am comfortable, the halls are quiet, and leather -though practical and functional- is not always, absolutely necessary.” He rotated his shoulders with a sigh. “Truly I am relived to be rid of it for a spell.”

Clive grinned, happy see his brother so relaxed in his home. If Joshua was comfortable enough here to forego armour and sword and unwind, then Clive would encourage him to do so as much as he pleased.

“Agreed, even so perhaps you are not quite dressed so as to accompany me to the ale hall… in which case,” he explained walking over to his stores and after some rummaging, producing a wine bottle and two goblets, “would you care to join me for a nightcap?” He winked, “or two?”

Joshua’s face lit up at the invitation and he smiled wide. “I would be delighted, Clive.”

Despite the size of his chambers, and the desk being large enough to seat ten people, Clive’s room boasted only a single chair. So, after a quick hesitation he headed towards his bed, halting just before and placing the wine and goblets down on the floor. Joshua came up behind him a question on his lips before he heard the first buckles being unclasped.

“Ah Clive… Please let me help you with that.”

Clive smiled wryly. “There is no effort needed in taking them off Joshua, putting them on however-“ he chuckled letting the sentence hang.

“Never the less, I want to.” Between them straps were loosened and strings unlaced and Clive was divested of armour and leather down to his linens in only a moment. He gave a back cracking stretch, straining arms and neck once he was relieved of its weight.

“Yes, you are correct about the need occasionally, for nimbler clothes.” He retrieved the goblets handing one to Joshua who had made himself comfortable sat along the edge of the bed -Clive noticed in amusement,- as a maid would with his hip tilted and legs gathered under him, and a rare casual slouch. Grabbing the wine bottle, he offered a generous measure to his brother before filling his own goblet and with a groan rested back against the headboard, stretching long legs out in front of him.

The wine in its cup splashed a bit where it rested against his belly, as now he was settled Joshua shimmied up the bed until his hip was resting familiarly against his brothers. Without a thought Clive reached down and gave his brother’s leg an affectionate squeeze and before long a goblet of wine was lost to small talk. Joshua enquired about the errands, -‘not errands Joshua, missions’- Clive had ran today while he had been with Harpocrates, and Clive asked about Joshua’s discoveries, and trying to conceal his concern, his health. Unfortunately, his probing failed to get him the answers he wanted and giving up on subtlety asked bluntly.

“Have you taken your medicine today, Joshua?”

Joshua puffed out a breath exasperated, “Yes my nursemaid, I have been a good little -Phoenix- and have taken my medicine.” He replied testily, emphasising the word Phoenix as he was a dominant, and a fighter and he did not need people -especially Clive- wittering over him.

Clive reached out grabbing his brothers chin and turning Joshua’s face and holding it till Joshua sulkily met his eyes. “Do not be upset with me, I am asking only because I love you.” he placated.

Joshua’s eyes widened and his face went pink in surprise, he flinched and flicked his gaze away, though he did not pull away from his brother’s gentle hold. Clive ran his palm up the side of his brother’s face into thick hair, brushing along a few locks before stilling and settling there, cradling.

His tongue loosened by wine and joy bright in his heart he said quietly. “Whenever I touch you, it always astounds me you’re really here.”

Joshua’s heart blossomed at the words, he brought his hand up to rest over his brothers, holding it there but turning his face towards it. He closed his eyes and placed a tentative kiss on the palm. “I am here, I’m sorry it took so long… and I will always welcome your touch, Clive.”

Clive’s hand ended up clasped in Joshuas over his lap and they quietly finished their second goblet of wine simply enjoying the presence of the other. When both goblets were empty Joshua deposited them at the side of the bed without releasing his brother’s hand.

“So,” Clive asked teasingly, “was there a reason other than good wine and holding my hand, that you were here awaiting my return Joshua?” But his gentle jibing was not met with humour. Joshua blanched and he involuntarily squeezed his brother’s hand. He could not meet Clive’s eyes.

“Indeed, actually… I am here in need of something.” He began haltingly. Clive tried to shoot his brother a questioning look but Joshua’s gaze was firmly fixed on their clasped hands. Clive waited patiently, he would wait an eternity for his brother.

“There is a - a task, that I would wish only you to perform. Yet, I am somewhat conflicted to request your assistance with it.” Joshua explained voice wavering. “For lack of a tactical way to introduce this topic I will then forge ever onwards, as is our way. Truthfully what I am here to speak with you of I…” he drew in a harsh breath, “I think, you will find most repelling, and I most traumatic. However, the time of our confrontation with Ultima draws ever nearer and I… despite my embarrassment and your possible reaction to my request, I… I…” He stammered to a halt unsure how to proceed.

“Clive, we may not survive this so, despite my fears I am going to make this request of you anyway. I beg you not be appalled by me.” His hands gripped Clive’s tighter. “Clive please, even should you tell me no, if you should deny me, if you should be disgusted with me, all I ask is please do not send me away.” He beseeched.

“Joshua, what could possibly-” Clive began worry evident.

“No, let me finish. Clive there is no one I trust more than you, there is no one I love, more than you, and so you are the only one I would have do this. No one else is as desirable to me as you are. I am afflicted of a burden twenty-eight years long Clive, and I would have it banished by your hand and no other.”

Staring apprehensively at their joined hands Joshua drew in a tremulous breath steeling himself, and Clive was jostled as a long half bare leg was thrown over his hip, and a supple yet heavy weight came to rest over his groin, both enticing and confusing him. Joshua’s hands came down sharply next to his head as he bent down over his brother and before Clive could form thought, hesitant wine-stained lips coved his within seconds.

Clive stilled as a stone, fists clenched impotently beside him, and a small noise of confusion escaped him, but he did not push Joshua away. Trembling lips were pressed to his, still and patient, undemanding, not coaxing… waiting. A hand raised to his face trailing uncalloused fingers lovingly over his cheek, caressing his cheekbone and tickling his neck.

Clive shivered, but still did not move. Heat flared over his body, a biological rection to the offering of a willing partner, centering and radiating between their groins and chest. Clive still did nothing. After a long moment Joshua released him, moving back barely, just enough so he could focus his brother’s face with wide eyes. He released a shaky breath, and gave an almost indiscernible roll of his hips against Clives, drawing attention to the rising hardness in his linens and causing the heat in Clive to set ablaze.

Clive swallowed harshly, throat suddenly dry, yet he still did not move dazed and uncertain. Joshua dipped his eyes, the pink in his cheeks had blossomed into a fetching red in embarrassment at his forwardness, and as his eyes came back to lock with Clive’s he beseeched.

“It is a burden named virginity, and before we face Ultima, and there is the chance I will no longer have the opportunity, I…  I would have no one but you free me from it.”

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Present…

Minutes ago, in reaction to a surprised, and stimulating yelp of ecstasy from his brother, he had wrested away control over their sex, and Joshua had gone from a toe clenching explorative rocking on Clive’s cock, to being bumped around like a novice rider to the saddle.

In stunned reflex, one hand had fisted on Clive’s muscled abdomen seeking balance, and Joshua had wrapped the other tightly over his mouth ever mindful of their lack of privacy in his chambers. Though the door was locked and their bed was not in view, the large coverless window offered little protection to them, and he desperately tried to quiet the involuntary noises being shunted out of him by his brothers fiercely pumping hips.  Even so audible, needy but muffled cries, were being pulled from his heaving chest.

Clive was grunting with each powerful thrust upwards, eyes slitted in pleasure and fixed hungrily, taking in the exquisite sight of his lover. Joshua’s head was thrown back in yet still unfamiliar rapture, graceful neck elongated and adams apple bobbing with strangled cries. A blush stained his heaving chest, and his belly and thighs clenched deliciously every time his seat came to rest tightly against Clive’s hips, his sinking weight forcing Clive’s cock as deep as he could take it. Between them Joshua’s straining untouched cock, bobbed as if pleading for attention.

Clive was in rapture. It felt like his cock had never been harder, never more ready to release into the eager body above him. His legs ached with pleasure and exertion and his belly tensed with each thrust up. Ready to come in his excitement, but holding it back unwilling for the captivating experience to be over. He knew, if he would but run his fingers up the length of Joshua’s dribbling cock, his brother would be completely lost to pleasure and his seed like as to shoot up to their chins, but not yet.

Adjusting his grip he hitched toned hips towards him just a touch more, altering the angle and driving in. Knowing it would drag just a little rougher along Joshua’s pleasure spots inside, succeeding in wrenching an uninhibited if still muffled scream from a lovely blushing throat.

However, he had pushed just a little too far. Less than half a dozen mind blowing thrusts later, Joshua’s body language suddenly changed. His head dropped and his chest and shoulders sank, curling in on himself. He quieted some, and the hand had that had been holding back his impassioned yells dropped and both palms clenched Clive tightly around his waist, pulling them together, trying to stop the mad jolting he was being subjected to.

Clive who had instinctively began to gentle himself in reaction to the change heard a desperately whispered “Cl-Cli- Clive! T-Too much… Almost too much.”

Clive stilled immediately, hips coming to a jarring stop, his hands released their death grip on round hips and flew up, catching Joshua at the shoulders and pulling him down hastily, mindless of his brother’s arms trapped between them. Within a breath or two they were heaving chest to heaving chest, and he wrapped his arms tightly around Joshua’s back trapping him in a firm grounding embrace. Founder! but he still wanted to fuck up into that temptingly tight hole still clamped around him, but he was better than beast… when bidden.

It was confounding, Joshua was twenty-eight, old enough to have had a string of lovers yet still innocent. Clive had never had an un-tried partner, had never before this, de-flowered a virgin. He had been a virgin once certainly, but that was a long time ago. So for his own piece of mind, the first time he had laid passionate hands upon his brother, and before his unexpected lust had driven his control from him, he had made Joshua promise to make it known if what they did was too overwhelming.

Now Joshua sucked in laborious breaths, and his body shook overstimulated. He pressed his face into his brother’s neck, hot breath -oh so fucking delightful- against sensitive skin, making Clive’s cock twitch inside its warm sleeve.

Determinedly, Joshua shimmied his arms out from between them so he could hold onto his brother as best he could with Clive laid on his back. “I beg a moment Clive, just a moment, please.” his sweet voice panted.

Clive’s heart thumped with love and shame in his chest with the words. Founder, he loved this person, when did his love become so perverse? What had made him kiss Joshua back the first time? Drag him down, roll them, put his brother on his back under him. Where had he mislaid his tenderness? How could he be the one responsible for his brother being fucked hard enough to plead he stop? God’s why did he want to Keep Doing it! Why?

Pushing his conflicted thoughts away he gave his full attention to the man cradled gasping to his chest. Joshua had approached him, propositioned him, this was what he wanted too. He wanted Clive, he loved Clive. He knew, he could trust Clive more than any other, and Clive would never abuse that trust. It did not matter what he wanted to do to Joshua or for Joshua or with Joshua, he would always come to heel with hardly a word from this beloved man. 

Tilting his head to the golden one alongside his he placed small kisses wherever he could reach, one hand stroked soothingly down a sweaty back, resisting the urge of the beast inside him to continue downwards and tease the rim that even now spasmed around his cock pleasingly. Once his lips reached a flushed ear he whispered, “Relax, it is just me, you are safe with me Joshua, I love you.”

There was a small nod and a sigh, and the body above his drooped letting Clive take his weight. Clive gave him a moment, running calming fingers along skin in random patterns. Using Joshua’s presence to force calm to quench his own fervour also, until laboured breaths evened out somewhat and trembling limbs eased.

“Are you alright now?”

A low moan was heard and the long body resting on his tensed. Joshua pushed up a few inches using a forearm across his brother’s chest as a prop and bit short nails into sensitive skin. Placing their faces close together and boring his eyes into Clive’s, he bestowed a tilted smile on him and leaned closer parting his lips a little and mocking his brother with the promise of a kiss. Instead he closed his eyes and mimicking Clive’s affectionate attentions of earlier -minx was a fast learner,- Joshua instead left a trail of kittenish kisses along a stubbled cheek. When he reached Clive’s ear, he granted a feather light teasing nibble on the lobe… and then clenched Clive inside him so harshly, Clive’s hips shunted up reflexively and Joshua squeaked.

A choked groan spilled forth from Clive’s lips, and a hand flew to Joshua’s head tightening round a fistful of flaxen hair before his brother mercifully released him. There was a mischievous giggle next to his ear, not the least bit concerned about the unforgiving grip on his hair. Clive balked at the tease of it, firming his hold and giving Joshua a playful warning tug in retaliation. Joshua gasped in surprise at the sting mixed with pleasant shocks and breathed out tormentingly in his ear. “Clive, you are being positively beastly… and I do so adore it.”

Fuck! It was almost as if Joshua was sanctioning his most base and private wants.

If his cock had flagged while they rested, which it hadn’t, it would be have peaked to hardness again instantly after such a statement. Despite the wait, his cock was still harder than behemoth horn inside his brothers gripping channel and between them he could feel Joshua’s length twitching and straining up his belly begging a tender grasp.

He tamed his grip on his brother’s hair which had tightened reflexively at the provocative words, and used it to draw him back until their lips were touching, brushing lightly against each other.  He caught his smiling brother’s eyes with an intimate gaze, decision made. He would give Joshua control back, it had been unjust of him to wrest it so impulsively from his brother in the first place, and then… well after, if that was what his beloved wanted, he would give the beast reign once more.

To a hitch of breath and the clinching of fingers against his chest, he pulled on the handful of hair carefully, stretching out a pretty, vulnerable neck and causing his brother to tilt his chin up. Assured of Joshua’s undivided attention, he reverently breathed. “You, are a delightful, determined siren, who persists in trying my control, and I love you terribly, now do I have your attention?”

Joshua closed his eyes and shivered back bowing, then raised a hand to tangle with Clive’s in his hair, “Without exception, dearest Clive.”

“Excellent, now you are going to sit up and you are going to finish your foray into riding my cock,” he ordered lowly. Joshua wriggled clenching him wantonly at the words and Clive groaned out, “and when you are done playing, if you want me to, I am going to put you on your side with your leg over my shoulder opening you up for me, then bear you to the bed and fold you so your hips tilt up obscenely exposing your hole and inviting my cock. Then I am going to fuck the seed out of you. Is that agreeable?”

Joshua’s body stiffened, hand squeezing over his brothers and his length jumped between them in response. “Founder Yes!” he pleaded. “Yes, please Clive!”

Clive grinned. “Then, I am at your service love.” He finished relaxing back a little.

Excited, Joshua smiled happily at the endearment and collected his legs under him regaining his perch on his knees, but before he sat up, he curled his back letting it take his weight and freeing his supporting hand. He leaned forward pushing their lips promisingly together, claiming a heated, tongue filled kiss for his own while sneakily, his free hand raised and swiftly twisted in Clive’s hair as his brothers was in his own.

Clive, who had let his eyes slide closed for their kiss, jolted under the unexpected pain during a tender moment. Pleased, Joshua smirked and breathed against damp lips, “No defiance this time, Clive. You will be obedient for me and let me ‘play’ to my satisfaction.” He felt Clive’s cock leap inside him, thrilled at the order.

It had been barely three days since he had pleaded with Clive to take his God’s cursed virginity from him and with a willing, enthusiastic partner available, it was like a dam had broken in his brother, and Clive’s desire to mount him had been insatiable.

Inexperienced and eager to be led, he had let his brother man-handle him to his back and his belly and his knees, overstimulate and overwhelm him, demonstrate his love without restraint. Despite Joshua’s best intentions to return his brothers attention, each time all his thrumming, clenching, writhing body had been able to do was experience and react, hold on to his brother to ground himself and cry out his passion.

Though he had relished the attention and revelled in being possessed by the one he loved, after three days of being relentlessly fucked whenever the opportunity presented itself, he was more than ready to reclaim at least a small measure of his control back.  He may not have his brother’s raw strength, but he was strong and he was resilient and he could, occasionally -let’s not be too brash, he knew what he wanted- be Clive’s equal in this, not just his ragdoll.

Earlier with their obligations for the day completed and their door barely closed, Clive had looped his arms around him from behind and demandingly pressed his hardening length flush against Joshua’s ass. But before he could lose himself to Clive’s maddening touch, he had pushed back, laid his brother onto his back, climbed up and commanded Clive ‘be still.’ Tonight had been his first real chance to touch and to learn his brother’s body in return, without the unyielding sensational distractions his brother easily stoked in him.

He had been enjoying it of course, his brother’s body was a work of art and he had been determined to coax responses out of it. Squeezing thick clenching thighs and scratching nails along a taut belly. When he had wetly licked a nipple and Clive had groaningly pushed his chest up to his mouth for harder pressure, he had been thrilled. And when he huffed hot breath across his brother’s neck and gently bit, Clive had arched and stretched out corded muscle begging more, and he his pulse had leapt, enthralled.

For the first time he had taken the chance to slide his questioning lips up a rigid velvet cock that leapt excitedly against his tongue, and take the flared salty head far back into his mouth. He had only been a little distracted by Clive impetuously deciding it was time to make use of the oil and ready him for fucking. Dragging his rear around with a no-nonsense arm around his waist, and pivoting him up the bed, his finger’s briefly controlling the back of Joshua’s neck guiding his head to keep its place over his lap. And really… -as he was patiently worked up to three? Four? fingers- from the vulgar words and noises spilling from his brother’s mouth, Clive seemed to be more than pleased with his clumsy tongue and distracted vibrating moans he made around his brother’s straining length, blazing with heat within the cradle of his mouth.

When Clive gave his fingers a last taunting twist and -thank the Gods- deemed him open enough, being in control of sinking himself down on the same hefty cock had taken effort, his body stubbornly trying to reject his brother’s strenuous girth. Not pained -Clive had been thorough- but spasming and squeezing, trying to push the unforgiving length back out, even though he -knew- Clive would fit! And to his brother’s amusement he had not the confidence to simply sit down.

Sitting up and snaking arms around his waist Clive had pulled open one cheek and ran tormenting fingers around their slick joining coaxing the muscle to open, and he had taken his time gaining halting inch after inch and eventually prevailed. His rump meeting Clive’s hips, his whole body slumping down with a shaking relieved sigh, and after a moment to breathe -and shoving his opportunistic brother back down- tentatively beginning an exploratory rock that had pushed against delicious spots inside him. He had of course, enjoyed it unfathomably more when eventually Clive’s grip tightened on his waist, his restraint broken and began to madly fuck up into him.

Joshua delicately tapped the fist still clenched in his hair and it obediently released him. He rose slowly, deliberately squeezing Clive’s chest and grazing nipples with blunt nails as he pushed himself up, and as he sat back he could not stop the instinctive wriggle of his hips to seat himself more tantalisingly on his brothers generous cock. Flexing his thighs, he began sliding sinuously against Clive’s groin as his brother had shown him earlier.

“You are allowed to touch me Clive, everywhere except… um well...” he gestured down and Clive snorted, endeared at the embarrassment. There was no escaping his brother had truly been a virgin till he got his hands… and cock... and teeth and, well… any numerous amounts of other body parts on him.

“It’s called a cock Joshua, say it with me. Do not touch my cock, Clive.” He stated teasingly.

Joshua flushed a little more, “Clive!.. you… Oh, hush you now.” but easily distracted, he intently he rolled his hips one way and another. Just as before searching, searching for, for, ‘Ah! that yes.’ Arching his back involuntarily, his cock jerked, and he gave a quiet squeak of surprise resisting the instinctive urge to retreat from the shock. Below him he felt Clive give a little buck as he was abruptly squeezed by his excited reaction. Stubbornly, he continued gently rolling against his soft spot until the pleasure was not quite so sharp, and he could relax. His body recognised the sensation and motions, becoming more fluid, more purposeful, chasing a promised release.  

Ready now to bestow some attention on his bother he gathered up a hand and pulled insistently until Clive got the idea and started sitting up. “Come here to me, you are too far away.” He invited as he wrapped arms loosely around Clive’s shoulders, fingers knotting into unruly hair guiding his brother in to share heated breath, hips still grinding slowly, fuck maddeningly slowly.

Steeling himself to remain still despite the temptation Clive buried his face in Joshua’s neck mouthing lightly, hands caressing flexing thighs, carefully not gripping and not interfering with the swivelling hips in his lap. Joshua’s head fell to the side and he groaned giving more access to his neck. “I adore it when you kiss my neck, it shoots pleasure straight to my cock…” he clicked the k teasingly, “Clive.”  

Clive stilled surprised for just a second before he teased back, “Brazen tart,” against damp skin to Joshua’s choked laugh, but he did not stop. He also, to his credit, did not fist his hand in Joshua’s hair forcing his head to the side, trapping him and exposing his weakness to be exploited… This time… However, the teasing kisses became sucking licking nipping attacks that within seconds drew wails from his brother’s throat and enticing stimulating squirms and shudders from his body. ‘Sensitive spot indeed.’ Ignoring nails digging into his back he continued merciless until Joshua keened out a plea for him to stop and slumped against him boneless and breathless, his cock pulsed between them dripping, still untouched.

Clive stroked up his back tauntingly. “Like that then? I will be sure to remember Joshua.”

Sliding an accusatory gaze at him Joshua griped through his gasps. “That was… not obedient… Clive!”

Clive was unrepentant. “It was very obedient, just not very docile.” He grinned.

Joshua hmphed, sitting up shakily with a shiver, and pushing against Clive’s solid chest he ordered. “Lay down, it seems you cannot be trusted.”

Clive smirked but obediently reclined back, this time propping himself up on his elbows to be closer, and so he could not touch of course.

Joshua braced himself on Clive’s belly, nerves alight and singing, neck still tingling. His cock feeling fit to bust at the slightest touch. Truly, he was more than ready to give himself over to his brother’s amorous attentions. Had been since Clive had whispered filthy promises in his ear. Just a little more though, and he would let lose Clive’s reigns and grant them what they both wanted.

Settling into a speedy rock this time he carefully tried not to hit his prostrate, to extend the time he could direct this play. He was just doing this to tease Clive, make him want more but it was backsliding. As he continued, the tormenting almost touch of Clive’s cock against his soft spot inside was more enticing than a direct hit, and he was losing his rhythm, his gait. He writhed in frustration too unlearned to get the depth and angle he desperately wanted to bring himself to completion. He knew he could come easily if he simply lowered his hand and touched his cock, but Clive had promised to… he wanted that.

Clive saw his brother’s struggle, remembered the frustration, wanting yet not quite knowing how to achieve. He waited, his patience unravelling incrementally as he watched his brother use his cock like a toy, rolling, grinding, bowing his back and leaning in almost close enough to kiss, and pulsing his hips shallowly, not quite finding what he was seeking. Clive’s hands clenched at his sides, hips instinctively giving the smallest of shoves and granting him no relief. How much more of this could he stand?

Joshua’s head bowed in concentration eyes lost behind thick hair. One hand trailed slowly back from Clive’s chest where it had been gently squeezing and tickling. It anchored at his waist and Joshua raised himself higher and threw himself down harder a few times, body tensing and stilted gasps turning to yells at the rougher contact.

Clive grunted teeth clenched in bliss, desperately wanting to meet the contact with his own bucks. Strangling the urge, he leaned his weight on one arm and lifted the other to cradle Joshua’s ass, tempting himself with the chance to control some of the movement, but instead he behaved, distracting himself with squeezing the jiggleing pink flesh, feeling the hole he was buried in stretch against his length with his actions.

Joshua shivered at the sensation, he was swiftly reaching the point he could take no more, his stiff cock was throbbing with need, but he did not wish the end to come like this. He wanted his brothers untamed desire, his devoted but inescapable grasp, his dirty but arousing words. He grabbed the hand at his ass and placed it on his chest inviting a rough caress, the fingers spread and then squeezed as they had done with his rump. He yelped and the mixed signals of pain and pleasure shot confusing bliss straight to his cock.

“Enough!” He shouted, this was enough. He leant forward pushing against the harsh fingers, groaning as they squeezed again and raised his wild gaze up to his brother. “Now!” he begged, “Now! Please Clive!”

Clive’s eyes went feral, his hand abandoned Joshua’s chest grabbing instead the nape of his neck and pushing. Joshua was abruptly dismounted and dislodged, spilled over onto the bed. He clutched at the sheets to ground himself from the spin as his brother lifted to straddle his thighs. His right leg was grabbed by the knee jerking him onto his side and his leg was pulled up and over his brother’s shoulder, who bent down caging Joshua between his arms. The back of Joshua’s thigh ran up along Clive’s chest and as promised his ass rested, ‘exposed’ and ‘obscene’, splayed open and turned up invitingly in the cradle of Clive’s hips. He felt his cheeks burn hot, embarrassed and excited all at once, and leaned forward hiding his face against Clive’s forearm and the sheets in front of him.

There was a short laugh from above him and an amused voice said. “Hiding from me, are you? No matter,” questing fingers rimmed his hole, “it is this I want.” With an involuntary jerk of Joshua’s hips two of Clive’s thick fingers delved in, quickly spreading wide and testing his receptiveness in the constricted position.

Clive released a thoughtful hum removing his fingers and straightened his legs a little, leaning further forward and reaching out towards the nightstand. The movement briefly crushed his brother tighter, which bumped his straining cock against Joshuas, almost the first pitiful touch the neglected length had received all evening. The accidental touch caused reflexive thrusts from below as finally given some stimulation Joshua could not resist the opportunity to bat their cocks against each other.

Contained so restrictively by Clive’s body he could not move much, but each time the head of his cock skittered along the hard unforgiving length of his brothers an ache grew in his shaft, promising pleasure and release and he lost himself in long denied sensation. With escalating hitching cries, Joshua’s hands released their grip in the sheets anchoring instead onto his brother’s arm to give him the leverage to desperately rut them together, shamefully pushing his face further into its hiding place.

Amused and with cock throbbing distractingly at each jab, Clive carefully dipped his fingers in a jar of oil and flexed smoothly back, not jolting his precious burden in the demanding position. In the process unfortunately removing his cock from his brother’s reach. He felt somewhat mean as Joshua’s hips continued their aborted jerks for a moment more, blindly searching for his lost rutting pole.

“CLIVE!” his name was shouted accusingly. Then in a defeated fervent wail “Damn it Clive! You are an evil conniving tormenting demon!” The complaint petered off into a despairing moan, emanating from his denied captive’s throat.

Clive smiled charmed by the bratty behaviour, and guiltily entertained by his brother’s foiled desire. Not at all remorseful he quipped darkly. “Am I now? Do not worry, I will not leave you wanting Joshua.”

Pressing oiled fingers back between wide open cheeks he pushed his fingers brusquely back inside spreading the oil quickly against complacent walls and asked attentively. “Are you Comfortable?”

Joshua stiffened in anticipation for a second, feeling the slippery fingers readying him again for his brother’s hefty cock. Despite his suffering he felt a small joyful flutter of love at his brother’s care of him, then he nodded against Clive’s arm. “As comfortable as one can expect to be in such a predicament, yes.” He grumbled.

Clive nodded absently, focus on his carefully twisting fingers, assuring himself there was space for him. “You will tell me if you need me to release you.”

“Do not fret so Clive, I assuredly will.” Joshua muffled against his captured limb, voice slightly strained from the exploring fingers, the vibrations from the words sending shivers up Clive’s arm and across his shoulder.

Withdrawing fingers, he wiped dregs of the slippery mess on his cock and positioned himself. Nudging insistently against the defenceless rim he leant over settling his hand back down near his brothers back. With a cautious press forward and a sharp keen released into his wrist from below, he seated himself firmly and deeply in intoxicating heat. Folding close he placed a lingering kiss against a golden crown. “Will you not show me your face?” He wheedled, sensual tension now plain in his voice.

There was silence for a heated breath and then the little vixen bit his wrist, blunt teeth stinging him and holding on as he made out a garbled.

“Make me, brother.”

Clive’s mouth went dry and his cock leapt in its snug confines in response. “So be it.” He promised.

Tolerantly allowing this small act of defiance from his captive for now, he leaned back a little and fought the urge to ‘make’ him, with a fist tangled in hair, but that was not what either of them wanted, and no doubt his brother would let go with his first sinful cry.

With Joshua’s leg over his shoulder he was restricted and had only the depth of the curl of his hips in which to move. Unable to perform long satisfying thrusts, he flexed taut abdominals and set forth with a weighty, short deep intimate grind, ensuring that Joshua’s sensitive spot was in constant stimulation, and intent to bring them both to orgasm quickly.

Joshua shivered with the first slow searching pulses inside him. Unconsciously thoughtful, his brother was providing him a moment to accustom himself and, he realised, the opportunity to stop him if the awkward position was too much. He waived the chance as, even though he was utterly mortified at the overtly exposed and submissive posture, he craved the intimacy and the shared pleasure it granted them. The proof that Clive desired him, that he was inarguably the most important aspect of Clive’s life now. Ultimately, all he had ever needed was to be with his brother.

Blunt teeth bit down into the flesh above Clive’s wrist in reflex as his brother, now confident, increased the power behind his thrusts, escalating from cautious to forceful. Joshua’s body lit up aflame, his abandoned cock throbbing needily in vain, for he would not touch it. He clenched his teeth tighter rhythmically, with each rock of his body on his brother’s cock strangling impassioned cries as the pace steadily hastened.

Clive’s breath hitched in pain as he felt the bite harshen on him, mixed with the climbing tension in his body the pain turned to tingling lightning shooting up his arm and across his back making the muscles twitch. His hips pushed sharper in confused response and he groaned lowly overwhelmed with the tight clinging sleeve and the sensations Joshua stirred in him.

Tilting his head down he rested his forehead lightly against the side of his brother’s shoulder and guiltily whispered “Founder help me for you should not, but now I have you I cannot help it, you undo me… your clutching body obsesses me… your pleas entice me… your lips beckon me… I want to jealously covet you away from all other eyes…” His thrusts stuttered to an animalistic pace and the heat from their bodies fogged the air between them. He drove his point home with words and deed as he ground out. “God’s Joshua, be only mine. I fear I would become a true monster if you should give your love… your body… to another.”  

At the words, Joshua finally released Clive’s flesh which caused his gasps to become startlingly loud. Gritting his teeth to stop them, he raised one hand to brace against the headboard to combat his brother’s driving hips. Bouncing jerkily against Clive, his cock bobbing around uselessly, humping the air, he finally turned his head to look at Clive and his glazed eyes met his brother’s ravenous ones.

Face flushed and mouth releasing strangled whines with each forceful grind forward, his hand raised clenching briefly against Clive’s chest steadying and he clumsily stuttered out. “Do not fear, for I would even belong to a monster, if that monster were you Clive.” His hand completed its journey reaching up, hooking strongly around Clive’s neck so it was not jostled off with every jarring thrust. Glassy eyes focused on his brother.  “L-love you, Cl-ive… C-Comi-… Coming!”

Fingers dug into Clive’s nape holding on as Joshua’s cries spiralled sharply, almost there. The arm that had briefly supported him against the headboard returned to its earlier position clamped over his mouth leaving him to roll freely, and he screamed desperately into his palm. Seeing the unstoppable rise to orgasm Clive leaned his weight to one side freeing a hand and, -more roughly than he intended due to the exertion- grabbed his brother’s cock, twisting his fist firmly up and over the head, encouraging the seed up to be milked out.

Joshua’s head flung back digging into the blankets with a harsh grunt at the abrupt fist on his cock. Clive likely had not needed to touch him but his cock throbbed threateningly at the grip, and the flick of wrist was irresistible. He instinctively jerked his length into the grasp making Clive’s cock invade at devilish angles, the head bumping into sensitive walls and skittering around unpredictably inside him. It took only a couple of keening, hip jerking strokes before his eyes rolled back closing in blissful release and a full body tremble beginning in his cock and ravaging his body forced him over the edge and finally to spurt.

Clive felt rippling muscles squeeze him vice-like and in a moment of torn decision, bullied back his desire to join his brother in climax. He dangled his head groaning, the leg over his shoulder tensed, the heel digging into his back, pulling him closer and pushing him into the clutching channel deeper still. He gentled his hips for a moment wanting Joshua to feel him, be able to squeeze around him, but not to turn the pleasure to the almost pain of a rough invasion during orgasm. Looking down his slitted eyes registered a dribbling spatter of hot spend over his brother’s belly and chest. His stubborn fiery Joshua, impassioned, in pleasure. God’s so very beautiful. So very, his.

“Founder Joshua,” he ground out hoarsely, holding back, “none shall ever bewitch me as you have.”

Slowly falling from his high Joshua caught Clive’s eye wantonly, gasped heavily for a moment then shakily pushed up as much as his contorted body was able on one arm, he pulled Clive down the rest of the way by the stinging grip on his neck and bestowed a lavish but trembling kiss. Then enjoying the small aftershocks causing shivers with every movement, he settled forehead against forehead, and with a teasing smile decreed quietly.

“You speak as if,” he breathed hotly, “I would let another take you, make no mistake Clive, I mean to keep you whatever it may entail… Now,” his supporting arms flopped dropping him back to the bed limply, and he wriggled his hips, pushing himself against the hard cock still penetrating him, “will you not give everything to me brother?”

Clive surged, on edge now, trying vainly to reign in his need. “Founder curse you Joshua, lovely tempting creature, I will never release you from my claws.” He choked out brokenly, wrenching back.

Mindless of the surprised discomforted mewl that escaped his brother’s throat as he was rapidly voided and unravelled, he freed Joshua’s leg bearing him down flat onto his belly, and splayed out long legs around his kneeling frame. The curve of spread-out thighs into hip made a useful handhold and he seized it and slid the unresisting body back, rucking the sheets up underneath Joshua and mercifully cushioning his oversensitive spent cock from the slide, until his brother’s crotch was lifted up on his lap. The small of Joshua’s back bowed sharply down tilting hiss ass up and Clive frantically pulled round cheeks apart with his thumbs, revealing his brother’s opening and lining up his straining cock against the yielding pink flesh. With his own growl of urgency joining Joshua’s startled huff of shock, he plunged forwards ruthlessly penetrating deep in one thrust. He loomed over his prey as he shunted hips up solidly between shaking thighs, trapping him tighter, ensuring a secure mount.

Joshua, thoroughly disorientated and sinfully thrilled, felt rough fingers pry open his cheeks and the intimidating seeking nudge of Clive’s hot cockhead and braced himself. His head fell forward submissively, unconsciously stretching out his neck to appease the beast he had riled and he dug elbows and fingers into the bed. Tightly fisting one hand in the blankets in readiness, his other was already reaching to gag himself as his brother gave his first brutal lunge.

“Fuck! Ug! Aaah! Clive!” He tensed up, body jolting several times up the bed, before Clive regripped him and dragged him back into place over his lap. It was like his brother was mindlessly trying to fuck through him not just deep inside him. After a few more frenzied drives of his brother’s cock into his shuddering body and several more slides up the bed, Clive’s hands reflexively tightened painfully on his hips to keep him in place.

If Joshua had still been on the precipice of orgasm, he was sure he would have briefly enjoyed the squeezing dominating pain but as it was…

‘Ow, not good.’ He let go of the blankets which were doing absolutely nothing to brace him, reaching back -almost face planting humiliatingly from the lack of support and the violent motions- and threaded his fingers into Clive’s determined hands. As best as he could under the jarring thrusts he appealed, “Cl- Cl- Clive, t-too tight, it hurts.”

Clive let out a wretched guilty “Shit!” Reigning in the beast briefly, he let go, spread his knees wide and dropped his ass to the bed to lower his centre of gravity. He leaned further forward clenching abdominals to balance and pushed his arms under Joshua’s belly linking them up making a cradle for his brother, and settling his forearms back against the handy curve of hip and thigh. Hoarsely he questioned, “Better?”

Joshua squirmed a little testing the new hold, sighed relieved and nodded, “Yes, thank yo- Ahh! Fuck Clive!” Founder, there was no respite.

Wasting no time now his brother was comfortable Clive resumed the drilling of his rigid needy cock. Gazing down with wild eyes he was caught, rapt by the sight of the form beneath him, legs spread wide and prone and willingly captured, vulnerable neck and back and hole exposed, speared on his cock for him to use. All curves and angles and defined muscles, even what seemed like a layer of fat on hips and rump and thighs, that rippled attractively under his piercing hips, inviting a firm hold.

His throat clicked as he swallowed harshly. “Gods you look incredible spread out on my cock like this.”

Joshua’s breath hitched and he flushed a blazing red, glancing back over his shoulder in shock. Voice strangled speechless for a moment he reached back unsteadily with one arm and smacked his brother, prompting a startled laugh. “You… are filthy.” He admonished scandalised… then smirked helplessly as he gasped, “never stop…”

Needing his arm to prevent being sent sprawling he spun back around. Face hot and head dizzy from the bouncing, he had nothing more to do save to bear the brunt and feel. Clive’s stamina and single-minded focus to drive him to orgasm far surpassed his experience, and so this was not the first time his brother had continued to use him -admittedly, previously more gently- after his climax. However, in the wake of the jarring change of position and rough re-mount, it was the first time he had not been a melting puddle of afterglow, fuzzy and content to languish on the end of his brother’s cock.

Taking Clive inside his body, without the haze of chasing orgasm, was a curiously invasive pleasure. Odd, certainly enjoyable… and most definitely welcome. Physically demanding and exerting, like Clive’s driving length and frantic hips were muddling his body’s link to his mind and pushing the air out of his lungs in gasps and yelps through sheer bodily intensity and presence instead of pleasure. It was a wicked experience.

It was heartening, knowing Clive trusted him to provide what he needed. Frequently, and annoyingly presumed to be weak, he was used to being coddled as much as he would stand. So, he was relieved that his brother treated him as a -granted precious- equal, that Clive twittered over him but did not try and enforce limitations… that his brother did not restrain his desire or -God’s his strength- with his body. That his brother trusted him to know his limits, and that he would speak up if Clive got a little too reckless with him.

Speaking of reckless beasts, without the gripping addictive climb to release to wallow in, he was beginning to wish his brother would be just a little less ferocious. Yet, Clive had performed so beautifully, and he had earned his fun. So he would grant them a bit longer, before he charmed his beloved beast to temper himself, just a little.

Thankfully his spent cock was escaping the worst of the assault his groin being tucked up in Clive’s lap, his cock dangling, swaying between his brother’s spread thighs. Occasionally the head rubbed against the sheets giving him an unexpected, and slightly unwelcome shivering shock of pleasure, as he was far too spent to harden again so quickly.

He raised a shaking arm bracing himself against the headboard again to reduce the violent bobbing of his spinning head, and underneath him he felt the heavy bed jerking with every furious thrust from behind. Between his overtaxed huffing breaths and yelps, he spared an affectionately incredulous thought for indomitable creature he had... well almost… tamed to heel. 

Clive, high on the sensations Joshua’s voice and body were gifting him, had lowed his head and was grunting with every jab forwards. With his brother’s thighs forced wide around him his rear was bared, enough Clive could watch the fleshy seat of Joshua’s rump as it jumped with every movement, hiding his cock from view at the apex of his thrust and revealing the stretched, oil slick connection as he withdrew. His breath stuttered in desire and his cock leapt threateningly, almost spiling at the lewd sight. Seeing them connected like this, Joshua’s welcoming sleeve, stretched open and easily taking his cock so deep, had Clive’s head hazing, and ignited his shameful possessive instincts.

Leaning forward a little more he let one arm push a bit further under his bothers sliding body and a hand curl carefully around the opposite hip taking the brunt of supporting him and freeing up one arm. Joshua glanced back over his shoulder, heaving and squirming in confusion. “Brother?” he shakily questioned.

Clive met his eyes with a small distracted smile before returning his attention. Gentling his hips back to mere caresses in comparison, he grabbed one pert fleshy globe with the hand he had freed. He dug his fingers in firmly to a surprised squeak from Joshua, appreciating the attractive dimpling it caused, and pulled it to one side opening his brother up and giving him an unobstructed view of his slowly penetrating cock in his brother’s snug hold. Still gyrating slowly, he squeezed his handful using his thumb to manipulate the ring watching and feeling it stretch and flex against his rigid cock.

Joshua was still looking over his shoulder at his brother, slowly blushing at Clive’s intense focus on… on… in such a place, but being surprisingly pliant. His thighs clenched when Clive played with his sensitive muscle and he had the urge to pull his legs together, to hide himself. However, in the wake of his brother mercifully ceasing to ride him like an animal, Joshua was willing to let this play out, for a time, and discover what his brother was up to. However, he could not help but think that the mercy would be short lived. “C-live?” he queried, flustered as this was new to him, “what… are you doing?”

Continuing to restrain his movements, Clive retrieved his other arm from under his brother leaving Joshua to catch himself for now. Willing to trade up his brutal pace for a for gentler play, if gifted with a sight so stirring.

Capturing the other cheek firmly with his now free hand and pulling it open mirroring its twin and giving them a delicious squeeze. He focused between them and swivelled his hip forwards heavily, watching his cock smoothly disappear into gripping insides, making them both whimper, and then withdrew all the way obscenely feeling and seeing the clench of his brother’s rim around his cockhead, and the muscle shrinking closed as he pulled free.

Joshua mewled in surprise at the stretch as his brother’s cockhead popped free of him, and he felt the release and relief of his body as rim was allowed to clench closed for the first time in ages… and the worry that Clive had stopped!

He moved to get his arms and legs under him, uncertain, intent to get up to check on his brother. “Clive? You… You have not… Is there something wro-” but a heavy immovable hand came down on his back, bearing him back to the bed and he heard a growling,

“Stay… DOWN.”

Joshua, disbelieving, swivelled his head at the bluntness of the instruction, and glared at Clive challengingly. Every one of his brother’s commands so far had been spoken with teasing affection and playfulness, until this one. Riled, he considered refusing, feeling the pinning weight on his back and pushing lightly against it defiantly, his brother’s raw wanting gaze against his rebellious one.

However, he quickly realised with a sinking heart, it was not the content of the order that had rankled, but the fact that it was undeniably an order. He had been reared to give commands and to expect them to be obeyed, and so he had thoughtlessly balked when receiving one himself. Yet for founders’ sake this was Clive, and it was… it was… sex… so what did it matter?

Clive felt Joshua push back, he knew he could sometimes be an overpowering bed mate, had struggled to curb himself when he was younger. Had curbed himself the first few times he had pulled his trusting brother into bed. Strangling himself to the point where it had been Joshua, who had wrapped reassuring arms around him and stutteringly encouraged him to take what he wanted.

When muddled with desire he knew he could push, he knew he tested, and so to balance that ferocity he had one rule, and that rule was absolute. Still greatly distracted by lust but aware enough to be slightly concerned by his brother’s sudden stiffness, Clive gently reminded.

“Joshua? If you want me to stop… You -tell me- to stop, and I will.”

Joshua blinked challenge broken. ‘God’s damn it!’ This was just his… his Clive... his unfalteringly doting Clive, and he felt a little foolish at his irrational reaction. He nodded, still a bit stiffy with adrenaline, but wanting to ease his thumping heart and assure his brother a little he broke a mischievous smile and rumbling warned.

“I feel it only just to tell you… in case you are being adorably naive of this, dearest brother… Everything… you do to me… you teach me…” he smirked evilly, and turned his back, haughtily throwing over his shoulder. “Be ready…” And to his joy, he heard a surprised artless laugh escape Clive before is low voice readily replied.

“My anticipation… knows no bounds… Joshua.”

Allayed, slightly charmed, and now curiously intrigued Joshua took a steadying breath to rid himself of the clinging tension and dropped unresistingly back against sheets. Making himself comfortable again with a shimmy he let his legs fall loose. His fingers gripped the sheets and he grit his teeth a little in futility, as he noticed for the first time without the fuzzing distraction of a ravaging cock splitting him open, how overtly displayed he was -again- with his rump up on his brother’s lap and… ‘Good God’s Clive!’  even more so when wasting no time, fingers dug in and pried him apart again.

Clive, oblivious to his brother’s turmoil, squeezed Joshua’s reddening cheeks and pulled his brother wide open with eager thumbs, exposing his winking hole once more, heart pounding in his ears and intent on his target. With shallow excited breaths he flexed hips and stomach muscles positioning, and nudged his throbbing cock back against the enticing opening, and with a tremor up his back pushed back into hot quivering bliss.

Joshua hissed and flinched as his now clenched muscle was abruptly made to submit to a thankfully, gentle breaching. With a tiny shock of pleasure, he felt Clive hilt in him, the almost too fullness of his brother’s thick cock re-making a space for itself in his body. Clive groaned above him and ground his hips against Joshua’s ass briefly, stirring up inside him with small promising tingles.

Then he pulled out again! After only one thrust leaving him frustratingly bereft once more. Confusion reigned ‘Fuck, what is….’

Bewildered Joshua felt his brother’s fingers pull tighter and his heated cockhead against him again and begins a halting “Cli-!” but before he could finish, Clive pushes through his weakening rim again, giving him a single tantalising jolt and withdrawing quicker this time. His head began to fog and his body begins to sing delightfully in anticipation and he feels like he may possibly start getting hard again at the slow yet intense contact. At the next searching nudge his fingers curl and his hips tilt up impatiently, and he feels Clive tense ready to thrust.

Clive is distantly unconcerned that Joshua is a little baffled, but when he rests his cock at his brother’s entrance for a third time he is rewarded with a needy anticipating breath, and a beckoning tilt of Joshua’s hips, the simple hitch notching his slick stretched ring temptingly around the tip of his cockhead and aligning them perfectly, inviting him to take. His heart gave a harsh thump in his chest at such a tiny instinctive movement, that displayed so plainly Joshua’s most primal need to receive him.

‘God’s, how could I refuse?’ Breath caught in his throat, the suggestive movement spurs him on and his hands harshly split plush cheeks wider as he drove in eagerly, giving another long slow pump, relishing the heat for just a second and withdrawing once more. However, instead of pausing when he withdraws, he dives straight into a slow rhythm seating himself deep shoving them tightly together with a grind and pulling all the way out, working his hips and Joshua’s flexing hole. Savouring Joshua’s taxed muscles strangling his cockhead on each plunge forward and clinging to him every retreat. Submitting and giving and giving and giving.

As Clive blessedly sped up his pace stopping his frustrating teasing Joshua’s body stirred with renewed arousal, a strange pleasure curled inside, hidden in his belly. Each heavy drill forward taunted him, forced his rim to give and spread to the fat invader with delightful shivers, opening his body up deeply, and abandoning him with a tremoring jolt as Clive’s flared cockhead pulled on his tightly embracing muscle, causing sparking, clenching sensation in his belly and racing up his back, and anxious want for the next plunge.

He buried his face in the sheets letting out involuntary yelps and mindlessly trying to speak. “Ah!... Clive!… What are... Ahhh!... What... Fuck, Clive!... What are you doing?!”

Clive back bowed and hips shivering groaned in rapture, clutching Joshua open and watching his cock repeatedly mercilessly penetrate his brother. “Enjoying your clenching rim,” he huffed gruffly, “and your tight sheath, fuck! and the sight… of your greedy hole swallowing my cock… again… and again.” He emphasised ‘again and again’ with two harsher thrusts that sent Joshua’s arm careening back up to the headboard to steady himself.

Hidden in the sheets Joshua blushed crimson, victim to the overbearing stimulation, and the titillation, and the fierce humiliation, of his body’s craving for his brother’s savagely hilting shaft… of him looking at him… at them… and filthily calling him his ‘sheath’… Gods it felt amazing now, if Clive had done this before he had come it would have been divine. His cock was twitching valiantly, aroused by the strenuous repeated intrusions and the confounding building internal pleasure. His body began to writhe, he wanted to rut his cock against something, make it hard, so he could spill again, but there was just a void where it swung. Yet, despite his cock staying limp the pleasure spiralled quickly and it was… it was just….

“Too much,” at first just a broken whisper only he could hear, but gaining strength. “Stop, Fuck! Too much Clive! Stop!” He pleaded voice climbing to a panicked yell, body spasming, completely overwhelmed needing to retreat, to escape the sensations.

Clive heard his brother’s distressed plea and painstakingly ground to a halt with a heartfelt ‘fuck.’ His straining muscles leapt with urgency and denied need. He had been so fucking close to spilling his load, so lost in the sensations and the view and the rising cries, that he had been mesmerised for a moment. Quaking and panting he leant forward assessing the writhing, whimpering man in his consuming grasp.

“Joshua-” but he trailed off, he reached out his hands touching comfortingly. Under his fingers muscles were spasming and jumping under Joshua’s damp skin. A thigh clenched painfully tight and his shoulder jerked unsettling bicep, and though Joshua had bid him stop, his hips still twitched and wriggled against Clive’s cock, and a fine tremble ran up his back making his channel ripple wondrously around him. Quickly understanding what was happening and its rarity, Clive explained hoarsely.

“Not too much Joshua… I promise… I promise… it is just a different type of pleasure you have not before felt. Possibly may never feel again. A different form of climax. Let it come… Let me keep going?”

Joshua heard the words and the promise of climax, the soft coaxing pleas of his brother to continue and he felt conflicted, wanting to retreat from the sweeping shaking unfamiliar pleasure that made his toes numb, leg muscles jump and his back contort. Yet, he trusted his brother and he wanted to experience everything with Clive and if this was something rare and unique, then he could only acquiesce.

Nervously, he bade Clive continue with a nod and a wrecked. “Go on,” and Clive was overcome with tenderness for his brother unwavering trust, and acceptance of his demanding possessive, terrifying love. Before he could even regrip Joshua he gratefully began rolling forward, but he could not contain his heart and the words flowed.

“Joshua, after eighteen years of not being with you… after failing you… after hurting you…” he confessed wretchedly, “I cannot fathom that… despite the past… now, you are with me, you forgive me, you belong to me in every way… You cannot ever leave me Joshua.” As he spoke Clive sped his motions, hips rocking harder with intent, capturing Joshua’s slim waist and locking onto him, need hazing his head, finally at his breaking point and ascending fervently towards his orgasm.

Hearing the words through a thought numbing fog Josuha wanted to soothe his brother’s heart, but he could only groan with the overpowering sensations thrumming through him. He squeaked and his body flinched as Clive hit his prostrate, then drove against it again, and again, and shivering pathetically, started to squirm away. Clive grumbled a complaint, grasping with subduing hands restraining him, dragging him back onto his impaling cock, needing his gripping sheath to mindlessly rut. So he waveringly settled, steeling himself to allow one more sensation to flow over him, to welcome it, and within a moment began arching into the jabbing intrusion, feeling it intensifying the lightning in his body.

Clive had little patience left for his brothers wriggling escape attempts, fighting back the dangerous urge to grab wrists, drag them behind Joshua’s back, lean his weight and pin his prey. Though Joshua would likely let him… for a little time at least… he battled it down, as even he was not yet ready to be so brutal with his most adored possession. With shaking hands he instead dragged his brother’s retreating hips back sharply at the same time as shunting forward, spearing his brother open and grinding heavily, wrapping strong arms around him, leaving Joshua no doubt as to where he was expected to be right at this moment.

With no rebuke for his animal behaviour forthcoming, Clive leaned over Joshua’s back heart pounding in his chest, savouring the sight of the sinuous writhing form beneath him. Running a hand up a twisting back and possessively stroking and squeezing arms and thighs. Enjoying the sight and the feel and the strength in Joshua’s struggling muscles. Edging himself closer to orgasm, with the fragile texture of his brother’s skin, his bollocks drawing up tight and ready, but… ‘just… a little longer.’

Despite the alluring call of climax tempting him to overpower and control, he also wanted to pull Joshua up into his arms, hold him close and tight, and whisper devoted words in his ear while they came, but moving would interrupt his brother’s pleasure, and he could not bring himself to do it.

Falling victim to instinct Joshua braced his hands for leverage and dipped the small of his back further, clamping down on Clive’s thick plunging length. Increasing the slide and the pressure on his soft spot and using his brother’s cock to ignite the pleasure and anxiously build it higher. He rolled his hips stutteringly with every searching nerve shattering intrusion, shudders began to spread lightning quick down each nerve, contorting his body up in involuntary spasms and making his lax cock leap as his orgasm rose promisingly in waves. With strangled yells he reached back blindly, grabbing Clive’s knee, needing Clive… any part of him he could reach to anchor him as he lost control over his body.

Willing victim to inescapable pleasure, he wailed out brokenly, but not lost, as his brother was with him. Every muscle coiled up violently before the waves inevitably crested and broke, and climax shot radiating out in devastating ripples, from where he squeezed around Clive lunging fiercely inside him. The unstoppable shockwave ran through every crevice of his writhing shuddering body until even the tips of his fingers jerked and tingled. With each of his brother’s unrelenting deep drives more waves came and the blissful aching seizing of his body continued far past his limits causing his shouts to mute to overwhelmed dry eyed sobs. When the waves of climax finally ebbed, he slumped, huffing strangled sobbing breaths, muscles twitching and exhausted, limp as a doll and drained.

When Joshua’s wanton yelling turned to tentatively concerning sobs and eventually, blessedly stopped. His body dropped lax and Clive gratingly stilled, just for… a moment -he could do that- to give Joshua chance to regain his breathing. Even though there was no seed spilled, Clive saw, heard… felt… Joshua’s relentless climax. His uncontrollably trembling body and spasming legs and back. The overbearing grip and rippling muscles strangling and milking his cock, surging him nearly all the way to release, and now his brother was thoroughly spent, he was so very ready to come.

In the last few days of ‘exploration’ they had discovered, together, that Joshua had found as much excitement in Clive shooting on his chest and across his rump and back, as he had in his brother unloading his seed inside him. After fulfilling Joshua’s timid tongue-tied request, Clive could also not deny the selfish possessive pleasure of seeing his gooey ropes of come spread in dripping rivulets along his brother pink skin. So, strained with need he asked.

“Where? Joshua.”

Joshua hmm-ed bleary, body still lighting up with aftershocks and dazedly unaware of his brother’s urgency. He vaguely knew what choice Clive was offering him, but his tongue felt numb and his mouth was unresponsive. Not wanting to deny his brother his release any longer he instead tried to suggestively roll his hips to encourage Clive to continue, to spill inside him, but his muscles were lazy and aching and he gave up.

He could hear Clive fighting for breath, on edge. Felt the coiled tension heating the air between them. His poor brother was waiting for him, for his order for his blessing. Doggedly battling back a little control he thought on his brother’s question. He knew why Clive asked… and make no mistake… the thought of hot spend shooting across his ass and against his tired defenceless hole sent reluctant shivers through his protesting muscles. But, after Clive’s confession, and his distressing lack of response, there was no doubt what he wanted. He wished he could say it with tender arms around his brother and a loving reassuring kiss, but all he had was the bed and headboard, and his tense fingers still dead locked on Clive’s knee, and no strength left to change any of it. So, instead he painstakingly wrangled back control of his unwilling tongue.

“Come inside me, as deep as you can, as hard as you can.” Joshua breathed hoarsely, his face was so far away from his brother it was almost inaudible to Clive. “Please, Clive!  I am forever yours.” He bade, eager for his brother to finally complete them.

With the order made resoundingly clear, Clive rose a little so he gained back his leverage, kept Joshua in place with grasping fingers at the top curve of his thigh. Then loomed forward grabbing and holding around the elbow of the arm still digging blunt nails into his knee, ensuring his brother steadied.

Teasing and playing decisively -over- he set a firm rolling pace. He considered pulling his brother up to his knees to let him move easier, thought that Joshua would likely appreciate a little more oil, but his length was demanding now, aching, crying for release and God’s, he just wanted to launch into a rough fuck that would lead him to climax in seconds. However, after such an intense orgasm Joshua was likely at his limit. So he tested the waters, keeping his penetration deep and encompassing, but not so vigorous, as to push his overwhelmed love into distress. He squeezed Joshua’s hip, hopefully just enough to gain his attention and growled strained, “I know… it is a lot…but… bear it, a little longer.”

Joshua huffed little puffs of shattered breath as he was slowly rocked, his back tensed and he rubbed his forehead against the bed a few times as his fingers dug into the sheets in front of him, fighting the need to deny… to escape… the return of the insistent but gentle movement inside him. It was too much, but he fought back the words, he would not bid Clive stop, not this time. He had asked for this, and he wanted this, wanted Clive, and so he stubbornly accepted it, wilting, settling down.

As his brother haltingly submitted to his… to their… desire, Clive saw a few taxed muscles jump, and tauntingly felt a few more tremble, over burdened and submissive, around his desperately swelling cock. Then after a moment with no signs of complaint or rejection, Clive deemed his brother relaxed and accommodating enough, and to his unparalleled relief, let his lusts free.

He dropped his head groaning, mercifully intensifying his rolling hips into a weighty lunge. Firming his grasp on elbow and wrapping around a slender waist, not entirely concerned if he left a mark, slamming the sluggish pliable body of his brother back onto his cock, and hearing the raw filthy clap of his hips meeting Joshua’s clenching cheeks.

With each snap forward, he lets his mind melt into the rapturous ascent, every sensation driving him towards one end. The pounding of his heart and white noise in his ears almost drowning out the hitching cries of his beloved. He felt the painful dig of blunt nails on his thigh and it sent tingles of sensation up his leg, making the small of his back tense before wrapping around his hips and teasing his length.

The clinging walls of Joshua’s channel, reflexively and repeatedly squeezing his cock tighter when he bottoms out deep inside, pushes him to the limit, and his pleasure surges uncontrollably. Less than a dozen eager clashes of their hips later he growled heaving his brother back powerfully onto his impaling cock one last agonizing time. Grinding his hips harshly against tense reddened cheeks, and seating himself to the hilt, his balls jumped and he swore dirtily in passion.

“Fuuuck! Joshua, your ass is glorious.”

His hips stuttered, thighs trembling, back bowing and belly clenching tight, his balls contracted and began to empty through his throbbing cock, and Joshua’s broken ‘Clive, Yes!’ as he rode the cascade of his climax, pushed him to higher euphoria, pleasure unsurmountable, and Clive finally blissfully shot hot long viscous ropes of seed inside his brother’s tight yielding sheath.

He came down gradually, breathing erratically trembling, over sensitised, still lazily lolling his hips in his wet mess inside Joshua, milking his pleasure and the last slow dregs of his seed out in the gasping and tremoring body caged in his embrace. Slowly he stopped coherent thought returning, and he felt a sliver of guilt, and maybe an even more minute sliver of -pride- looking down at Joshua, twitching, limp, thoroughly and undeniably loved.

Yes, he was still a beast.

‘But,’ he thought mildly repentant, ‘with Joshua, a dearly loved beast.’ As he fondly reached out with shaking hands to comfort whatever skin he could reach with flimsy caresses, and he waited for control of his limbs to return.

When he trusted himself to move, he coaxed off the unconscious flagging grip Joshua still had on one thigh, noticing unconcerned, a few flecks of blood on his bruising skin, and straightened legs out behind him to twingeing protests of overtaxed muscle. He fell forward, catching himself on one elbow inches above his brother’s sweating back.

Joshua, dropping quickly into a glowing satisfied stupor now that his brother was cared for and he could carelessly drift for a moment, was brought back sharply and hissed in pain as his hips were finally allowed to slump, ‘Founder how long had Clive kept him bent up like that?’ and he gingerly uncurled his back. Yet he was young and nimble, and after only a moment the hurt was nothing but a memory.

More than ready to tame his brother to rest should Clive prove too unruly, he was suspicious but mostly uncaring aware of an arm sliding up and across his chest and grasping his opposite shoulder. Then he let out an undignified squawk as his brother dropped down heavily on him. Disgruntled and readying a rebuke he heard Clive draw a breath and brace, and with one last push of energy Clive secured his brother tightly against him and heaved pulling them to rest on their sides. Not expecting the man-handling Joshua eyes widened and he let loose a startled yelp and bestowed on Clive one last blissful aftershock as his body tensed in alarm.

“Clive! Really-” Joshua admonished whining, but he drooped again quickly, aching and completely drained.

Clive grumbled nonsense making himself comfortable, and testing his brother’s continued pliancy, he gently pushed his hips up seating himself as deeply inside as he was able, seed squishing around him, wanting to feel their joining for as long he could draw it out. Joshua listlessly squirmed forward in protest, only to be decisively reclaimed and secured back in insistent arms once more, and for now, he gave up, submitting for just a little longer.

“Cl-ive” he groused tiredly, speaking half into the blankets. “Please, you have exhausted me, be still now, or… or,” he struggled for a word, “vacate me.” He eventually huffed flustered.

Clive scoffed and pressed a wide smirk against the back of Joshua’s neck embracing him tightly. “ ‘Vacate you,’” he mimicked jovially, “pull my cock out of your tantalising behind, you mean, yes?”

Joshua, eyes closed, grinned against his will, amused at his brother’s foul language and sighed. “Clive? Your mouth… is still filthy, when we have sex…and I am too worn, to chastise you properly.”

Clive hmm-ed in approval, “Then, I should think I did my duty perfectly, my love.” The words rumbled against the back of Joshua’s neck.

Though said in jest the word ‘duty’ stung for a moment, but the growling ‘my love’… banished the pain and caused his heart to glow hopefully. Three days ago… he had tasked Clive with freeing him of his virginity, and he had selflessly not requested forever. However, since their first untameable touches, more and more had been freely and eagerly offered, and to his happiness and cautious optimism, many words of love and devotion had been shared in lust. But passionate words were not always meant in earnest, and he had not dared to hope this taboo joining had any future. He thinks to turn but decides on the safety of his back sheltered against his brother as he asks nervously.

“Am I, Clive?”

Clive lifted his head absently, confused, “Hmmm?”

“Your love?… Am I your love?”

Clive was taken aback, God’s he had his brother in his bed, still stuck on his cock. How could there be any doubt that the decision had not been made lightly. That though he had loved his brother familially all his life, the dangerous flicker of possessiveness and desire must have already been lurking, tempered, inside him, ready to set aflame.

Uncertainly, as he did not want his words to harm, he explained. “Joshua I-… I will admit, I could never have imagined that we would be here in this position. All I could ever hope for was to keep you by my side, where you could be protected… and I would have been satisfied with that. But do you think me so impulsive as to bed my own flesh and blood on a whim? If I have not yet been clear I swear to you now, every word of love I have spoken, was wholly intended and sincere, and I would have you hear me say it again and again, for always.”

Joshua feels his eyes fill hotly and blinks away the joyful tears before they could fall. “I have never believed you thoughtless, Clive. But it is because of our… tie… that I could not bring myself to hope.” He holds tight to what flesh he could, grounding himself in enveloping arms and Clive hears a tremulous hitch of breath before a short wavering heartfelt reply.

“Thank you.”

Hoping his brother now reassured of his intentions, Clive gave him an affectionate squeeze and as their bodies cooled, he idly pressed kisses along one drooping shoulder. Fighting the urge -as he felt his sticky seed leaking out around him- to let his fingers join his cock in the relaxed hole to play and push the spend back inside. However, after such tender words he decided the action too base, and Joshua had commanded him once again, ‘be still,’ and so he would be… but…maybe next time.

Minutes after his cock had finally flagged and popped free with a relieved groan from them both, he murmured a sleepy. “Need to clean you up.”

Relaxed, well-loved and satiated… for now… Joshua mumbled and turned, gathering Clive into his arms. “Leave it,” he rolled his eyes thoughtfully and decided. Locking on tight and entrapping his brother, he leaned forward letting the length of his body rest promisingly against Clives and whispered in his brother’s ear.

“I... am of a mind to have you dirtied as I am before the night is over.”

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