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Bobby might refuse to acknowledge that he likes this as much as Will does. Might say that he allows this just to indulge him. But Will knows better.
His brother is an open book, wearing his thoughts and feelings on his sleeves, incapable of keeping a straight facade and even less so during their intimate moments.
And Will fucking loves it. The gratification of knowing, seeing the effect he has on him. The hitch in Bobby’s breath when he straddles his chest, his body tensing to accommodate Will’s weight on top of him. The goosebumps erupting on Bobby’s skin when he reaches for his nipples. Flicking them, pulling lightly on them before cupping his pecs more firmly. The groan he tears from his brother when he starts to knead his breasts, fingers digging into muscles, hands moving in circular movements.
Bobby’s tits fit so perfectly in the palms of his hands, warm and thick, pressing against his skin so deliciously it makes his blood buzz, tingling pleasantly as it rushes down to his cock. Bobby’s body responds in kind, Will can feel. His brother’s dick is fattening, poking at the curve of his bare ass in search of frictions. But this isn’t about him. This is about Will. About his pleasure, about what he wants.
Bobby knows it. But it doesn’t mean he won’t be a little shit and try to make it about him.
His brow creases as he feels his brother’s hips bucking up, Bobby’s stomach flexing as he tries to rub up against him.
“Stop that.” Will tells him, voice firm and low. “Settle down.”
His nostrils flare, the nails of his thumbs scratching the pink, sensitive nubs as he swirls them over Bobby’s nipples in warning.
Bobby groans but complies, eyes flashing with irritation as his hips still, “Would you fucking get on with it already?”
The sides of Will’s lips curve into a small smile, his eyebrow arching as he replies, “Thought you said you were doing this to indulge me.” He reminds him. “So, indulge me. Stay still, and let me fuck your tits at the pace I want.”
Bobby’s lips tighten, a flush creeping up under his stubble. Will referring to his chest in this particular way has always brought the most adorable blush on his cheeks.
The sight of it makes his dick pulse and Will can’t help himself, smirking down at him with amusement and arousal as he says, “Good girl.”
Bobby’s lips curl into a snarl, but the desire etching across his face is unmissable. His brother seems to be in a defiant mood. Will can see it in the belligerent fire blazing up in his eyes. Sometimes Bobby just requires a firmer hand, to be settled down by force instead of by choice. It appears this is one of those times.
Before his brother can open his mouth and come up with a witty remark of his own, Will’s hands fly to his throat, fingers wrapping around the strong column of his neck and pressing the sides of it as he looks down at him.
“Now,” he says slowly, his tongue flickering over his bottom lip as he tilts his head to the side. God, Bobby looks absolutely radiant under him. “I want you to behave and press your tits together. You’re going to keep them tight and nice and let me fuck them as long as I want. Can you do that for me princess?”
Bobby’s eyes flutter, a hazy flare fogging them as he stares up at him through his lashes. His throat makes a guttural sound, the tendons of it flexing under Will’s palms. Bobby is testing his grip, pressing up against his hands, groaning when Will’s fingers tighten around him and pin him down harder.
Will’s hold is firm but careful. As tempting as it is, obstructing Bobby’s airflow would be counterproductive. He needs his brother conscious and aware, needs him to keep his tits tight and watches him as he comes all over them and marks him up.
He knows Bobby wants this too.
Bobby’s hands move. Will looks down and hums in approval when he sees his strong, calloused hands following his instructions. Cupping the side of his thick pecs and pressing them together.
The muscles of his stomach tighten, precum oozing from the head of his flushed dick and dripping all over Bobby’s pliant body as he stares at them. The swell forming between Bobby’s tits makes him salivate. He inhales deeply, his heart thumping strongly against his ribcage as it starts to race. This is… unbelievably hot. Downright sinful and absolutely pornographic. It’s every wet dream he has ever had encompassed in one single moment.
Something must show on his face because Bobby grins up at him, flashing his teeth as he throws him a smug smirk.
A part of him aches to erase this damn, infuriating smirk off his stupid handsome face with his dick. To pounce on his brother and force his length down his throat. To make him choke until his face turns all red and he’s pulling at Will’s arms in a weak attempt to make him ease up.
But the urge to fuck Bobby’s tits and use his body for his own selfish pleasure is stronger. Bobby would be enjoying himself way too much if he gave in and fucked his mouth anyway.
Will shifts, scooting closer and lining the head of his flushed cock to the opening Bobby’s pecs are forming for him.
The first drag of his length across the firm, meaty tits of Bobby tears a groan out of the both of them. Will cants his hips, slowly sliding up the crevasse of Bobby’s chest and closes his eyes as he lets himself savor this. Relishing in the feeling of it, of Bobby’s heartbeat thumping against the pulse of his dick, sheathing snuggly between his breasts. A low sound vibrates at the back of his throat when Bobby squeezes his pecs. His hips jerk in response, a series of heated shivers running across his body at the delicious frictions against his length. There’s no stopping now.
His grip on Bobby’s throat tightens lightly as he shoves upward. He’s loud. Grunting and growling everytime he pushes back between the vicious, greedy vice of Bobby’s tits, cursing when Bobby squeezes harder around him and snarling when the tip of his cock brushes and jabs against Bobby’s chin, smearing his beard with his own arousal.
Bobby is panting under him, his eyes flickering back and forth between Will’s face looming over him and his cock, grinding down against his chest.
A low growl spills from Will’s lips and one of his hands roughly reaches up for Bobby’s jaw, gripping it tightly and making him open his mouth as he bows down to spit in it. Bobby groans, and the knot in Will’s groin tightens as he sees and feels his brother swallow between his fingers.
“Good girl.”
This time the words are said with earnestness, a fierce honesty that makes Bobby whine. Now that’s a sound he doesn’t hear often from his brother. At least not with him. Nolan is usually the one that can pull these kinds of pathetic sounds from him. And fuck, getting Bobby to whimper like a needy bitch is frankly intoxicating, a heady feeling that makes his blood hum, pricking hot under his heated skin.
Bobby’s back arches off, pressing his chest deeper against Will’s cock. Will isn’t even sure his brother knows he’s doing it. Bobby’s body seems to be running on instinct, shifting closer up to him, sweaty, rough hands kneading his own breasts, moving them around his length and compressing them harder to make Will moan louder.
Will’s thighs tremble, his breathing coming out in small, shaky puffs as the pace of his thrusts intensifies. His fingers squeeze around Bobby’s throat, pleasure building at the base of his cock. His eyes shift down and Will chokes out a low groan at the sight of him.
He’s fucking Bobby’s tits. There’s no better way to describe it. He’s shoving his dick between the tight tunnel Bobby is holding up for him as if it’s a sweet, little hole. Bobby’s cleavage is all fucking wet with Will’s precum, his cute fucking tummy turning red where Will’s hairy balls hit him. God, Will could do so many things to this part of him too. There’s really something about Bobby’s thick body that drives him crazy. He isn’t sure of why and doesn’t particularly care to examine it. He couldn’t give less of a fuck right now.
“Close,” Will warns him with a breathy, broken voice. “Fuck princess you feel so good…you’ve got the best fucking tits in the whole goddamn world baby.”
A rough growl falls from Bobby’s lips, staring up at him through half lidded eyes. “Fucking give it to me,” he manages to say through the fingers squeezing his throat. “Give me your fucking cum you selfish prick.”
Will grins down at him, a wild, uneasy smile across his lips. “How can I refuse when you’re asking so nicely.”
It doesn’t take long after that for him to fall over the edge, his hips working several more powerful thrusts before the tide of pleasure overcomes him and engulfs him entirely. He comes with a hoarse cry, one of his hands reaching down to stroke himself and guide the head of his flushed cock to Bobby’s breast, left then right, covering him with his white, thick release. They’re both moaning at the sight unraveling before their eyes.
Will makes sure to milk himself dry, pumping at his cock until it twitches, and overstimulation is pricking his aching flesh.
He wipes off the last drops of cum oozing from his head by running it over Bobby’s lips, humming in appreciation when Bobby’s voracious tongue peeks out to seek his taste.
“Knew you’d love it.” Will smiles as he sits back on Bobby’s waist, his eyes taking into the sight of his brother. “I’ve got to say, you look really good like that.”
Bobby scoffs, running a hand through his slick-sweat hair as he looks down at himself, “Whatever you fucking say.”
Will’s amusement deepens. His brother would rather chop off his own arm than admit he loved having his chest fucked by Will.
Will reaches out behind him, his hand grabbing Bobby’s dick to point it upward before sinking on him.
“Jesus fucking Christ – fuck!” Bobby cries out, voice broken and thick with pleasure as he throws his head back, his hands grabbing at Will’s hips in a bruising hold.
Will watches him, his hips firmly flushed against Bobby, his own lips parting lightly at the intrusion. A current of electricity lights up his body as his insides accommodate to his brother’s girth.
“Come on, admit it. You loved it.” Will says with a breathy voice.
“Fuck you,” Bobby answers back, too overwhelmed with pleasure to say it with his usual bite. “’m not gonna admit shit.”
Will swirls his hips, a slow rocking in circular movements. So slow he’s barely moving. “Well too bad. Because you’re not going to get anything until you say it.”
Bobby’s head snaps back to him, his eyes throwing daggers as a growl leaves his sore throat. The fire of earlier returns, his eyes vibrant as they stare at him.
Will’s smirk widens in response.
Bobby is going to try to surge at him, he knows. His brother will try to turn him around before mounting him until Will is full to the brim with his release and drooling all over the sheets.
He still hasn’t decided what he wants more. Letting him? Fighting him through it? Or keeping Bobby under him until he admits he liked having his tits fucked?
He supposes he’ll decide soon enough.