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Sunday mornings are the only moments of the week when Bobby knows he’s going to wake up with his three brothers still lying next to him. It can be rare for it to happen on Saturdays and even less probable on a weekday. Their schedules have always made it hard for them to synchronize and although it has been challenging at first, when they all entered their work fields, they found a rhythm that suited them all in the end.
This Sunday, when Bobby wakes up, he does so with a cock pressed against the swell of his ass. It doesn’t take long to figure out who it is when an adventurous hand moves up to cup his chest. Strong, calloused fingers kneading his left pectoral in circles and sending warm shivers down his spine.
This can only be Will of course. For some obscure reasons, his younger brother has always had an obsession for Bobby’s chest. His hands always reaching for Bobby’s tits as he so likes to call them whenever he has the chance. Bobby refuses to acknowledge how the word stirs something hot in his stomach as much as the touch does. Despite Will’s habit of referring to him with feminine terms, he's not a fucking girl. And yes, Bobby refuses to admit how he likes it when Will calls him that too.
Unconsciously he finds himself pressing back against the erection poking at his backside, a soft exhale leaving his mouth when a warm mouth latches at the side of his neck. The scratch of Will’s stubble makes goosebumps erupt across his skin, the line of his throat curving to let these two voracious lips lick and suck at their fill. Bobby’s body is canvas of scars and bruises – a number of them he earned at his job, and a myriad more of them gifted by his brothers that he wears with pride. As such, his throat bears numerous bruises and indentations; a receptacle for Adam’s teeth to sink into, for Will’s lips to suck bruises on, and for Nolan’s fingers to press around, to hold him and make him submit when his twin thinks that he has been particularly cocky – bratty Nolan prefers to call it.
The only time his marks are hidden is when Nolan takes him to his play room and places his collar around him. That’s the only moments when Bobby doesn’t mind covering them.
A familiar moan bounces off the walls, one that doesn’t belong to him and makes him open his eyes in curiosity.
His lips curl in amusement at the sight greeting him; Adam and Nolan kissing, their younger brother riding his cute little ass slowly over Nolan’s cock. Well, that would explain Will’s throbbing length rutting against him.
“Look who’s finally awake.” Will whispers against his ear, voice rough and low, his fingers flicking over his perky, rosy nub teasingly, hips pressing more firmly against his ass. “Sleeping beauty is finally emerging from her sleep.”
Bobby’s cock jerks. Again with the feminine terms.
“Didn’t stop you from taking advantage of my unconscious body and hump me like a bitch in heat,” he answers back with a low chuckle.
Will’s lips curve into a grin against his ear, “Hard to resist when you look so vulnerable and easy.”
Bobby’s eyes narrow, his hand reaching back to grip Will’s hair, his fingers fisting around them to pull hard. “I’ll show you vulnerable and easy.”
Will makes a deep, throaty sound, his own hand finding Bobby’s hair to pull on them in retribution, the forceful motion making him arch his back and tilt his head up. “You better remove your hand if you don’t want me to fuck you without any prep. Now.”
The head of his cock graze Bobby’s entrance, a warning and a promise that makes his blood rush south.
Bobby grins up at the ceiling, pushing back lightly against Will’s dick, “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
But as much as he would love to, he doesn’t want to walk with a limp and have Durst giving him a knowing look tomorrow. With his luck, he’d have to chase down a suspect with his ass crying out at him to fucking slow down.
His fingers loosen, his touch softer as he cradles Will’s head and pulls him closer instead. Will’s grip stays steady for a moment. Tightening to make Bobby hiss before finally releasing him.
“Good girl,” Will sneers, pressing a tender kiss behind the shell of his ear. “Knew you could behave and be good.”
Bobby turns his head around, pulling Will into a kiss to shut him up before he can throw more demeaning praises at him. Will is quick to respond, his lips hungry, tongue vindictive as it slips inside his mouth, forcing its way without so much as a greeting. A hand grips at his face, fingers digging inside his jaw as his brother sucks at his tongue, voracious and greedy, ravishing his mouth with hearty suctions and dizzying bites that tear undignified groans from his throat.
Movements on his right briefly divert his attention but it’s the sudden warmth of a mouth engulfing his cock that makes him break the kiss and moan out loud.
Over his own voice, he can hear a chuckle that can only belong, without a doubt, to Nolan.
“That’s it baby,” his twin purrs. “Take him deep.”
Bobby blinks his eyes open, unseeing as powerful tremors rip through him. The head of his cock is being sucked, a warm wet tongue licking the underside of it, running down the length of his dick until a nose brush against his pubic hair and he’s being unceremoniously stuffed down Adam’s eager throat.
“Unh fuck!”
Will huffs a laugh, teeth nibbling at the flush skin of his neck as he brings his slicked cock to his hole. Apparently, the prep Will mentioned earlier only meant lubing himself and nothing else. Not that Bobby needs more. After the previous night, his hole is definitely stretched enough - if not a little sore and sensitive.
Will pierces him at the same time Adam is being pounded onto his cock by Nolan and every thought he might have had is being pushed away to make place for the pleasure rushing through him.
The cacophony of their moans is loud, a mixture of harmonies that blend together to create a symphony that is entirely and completely theirs. Raw and powerful and real. The most beautiful music that has ever grazed Bobby’s ears.
Will’s strong hand finds the back of his knee, rising and folding his leg to have a better access at his entrance. His grip is fierce, gripping on it with a savage strength that matches the tempo of his thrusts.
Fuck, fuck.
Bobby’s body is alight, lost to the sensations overwhelming him, of being split in two by Will’s fat, thick dick, of Adam’s mouth being fucked onto his cock by Nolan, their angel’s cunt making loud, tacky noises everytime their older brother dives into him. Christ, the sight of Nolan pounding frenetically inside Adam’s smaller body is fucking hot, making his dick leaps and throb, pulling choked sounds from Adam’s full mouth.
The fire blazing in Nolan’s eyes makes the hair on his body stand on end. His twin’s gaze keeps flickering back and forth between where Adam is sucking him and where Will is biting at his throat and kneading his breasts. Gorging himself with the sound and sight of his boys lost to their pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking big.” Bobby moans, craning his neck to give more room to Will’s mouth.
Will makes a deep, low sound. Driving into him with sharp, powerful thrusts, his tongue licking a wide stripe over the length of his throat. “Your little hole is sucking me in like a fucking vacuum princess. Didn’t have enough yesterday?” Will purrs against the swollen skin of his neck.
“You know how greedy our little Bunny can be,” Nolan responds in his place, a damn insufferable smirk across his lips. “Never can have enough.”
A loud, muffled whine draws their attention and Nolan’s eyes slide down their baby brother under him.
“I know another greedy little boy who wants attention,” Daddy says, leaning down and pressing his chest against Adam’s sweat slick back, peppering kisses over his shoulder as his hips roll and grind against his sweet little ass. “What is it comet? You want more?”
Adam makes a soft sound, nodding slightly around his length.
Nolan smiles, pressing a kiss against the shell of his ear. “I know what you want. You want Bobby to fuck your mouth, isn’t that right baby? You need to be stuffed down from both sides and be forced to take it.”
Their slutty little brother whines, the sounds vibrating around his own cock and pulling another curse out of him.
Their Daddy’s movements slow down, the rhythm of his hips subsiding until he completely stops and removes himself from Adam. His hands are quick to reach for Adam’s thighs, petting them with soft, soothing strokes as their angel cries out in discontent, accentuating the arch of his back to lure their Daddy back inside him.
Will and Bobby both tense in tandem at the wounded whimper. They have never been able to handle Adam’s distress, whatever small it is. Seeing Adam in any other way than happy and pleased and fulfilled teared something inside them that pushed them to do anything to correct this in whatever way possible.
“Come on, you two.” Nolan says. “On your knees.”
A hiss surges from his lips as Will pulls out, his rim pulsing and clenching at the sudden emptiness. Christ, he can definitely understand Adam’s need to cry out right now.
Strong, rough hands grab his shoulders, pulling him up with a forceful strength that makes him groan as he’s brought to his knees. The mattress dipping slightly behind him as Will presses back against his body again.
“See?” Will purrs in his ear after manhandling him into position. “Like I said, all vulnerable and easy. No light on in this pretty head of yours when you have a cock inside you princess.”
“Shut up.” Bobby answers. But even to his own ears, it sounds weak.
He focuses instead on Adam and Nolan, crawling closer to them until Adam is on his knees, his swollen lips a few inches from Bobby’s dripping cock, his cute cunt being split in two by Nolan again.
Will takes that as a sign to drive inside him too, a strong thrust that makes him moan and pushes his length back inside Adam’s wet, heated mouth.
The cacophony of their shared pleasure resonates again, louder than earlier if that is possible. Bobby isn’t sure. Will is unfortunately right, it’s impossibly hard to think over the feeling of his brother’s dick fucking inside him and Adam’s mouth squeezing around him.
He can’t do a thing right now, just take it. And so does Adam. The both of them have no say in the rhythm of their coupling, controlled entirely by Will and Nolan altogether. Their brothers keep alternating between a slow, forceful pace and a fast, hard one. Working in symbiose to turn him and Adam into babbling, incoherent messes only good enough to be used.
One of Will’s hands is grabbing at the hollow of his hip, fingers digging into his skin to keep him tight against him. The other reaching for his hair to grip it, pushing his head until Bobby is arching away and Nolan’s mouth finds his to plunge his tongue inside.
A blush creeps on his cheeks at the sound crawling from his throat, a loud, pathetic one that Nolan swallows with a swipe of his tongue and teeth nibbling at his lower lip. His hand finds his chin, cupping it and holding it as he kisses Bobby’s breath away.
And like that, with Will’s cock hitting his prostate with dizzying thrusts and Adam’s tight, wet throat spasming around his length and Nolan’s dominant mouth devouring him, Bobby lets himself go, the waves of pleasure consuming him as he comes down Adam’s throat.
He groans against Nolan’s mouth, his lips going slack as he clenched down around Will. And the impossible vice of his hole around Will’s cock and the thick spurts of his come flooding Adam’s mouth seem enough to trigger his brothers’ orgasms too. He can feel Nolan following them as well, his twin growling against Bobby’s mouth as he fills up their baby brother.
Will keeps him tight against his chest as they all fall back on the mattress in a mess of limbs, heaving for breath and nuzzling at each other.
Adam wiggles to him, waiting for his breathing to even out before leaning down to kiss him. Bobby makes a low sound, laying on his back and holding Adam’s waist over him as his tongue curls inside that sweet mouth in search of his own taste.
It doesn’t last long until his angel is being pulled away from him by Will, their brother leaning against Bobby’s side to bring him Adam’s mouth down to him. He scoffs a laugh as he watches their younger brothers make out over him, throwing a glance in his twin’s direction to see if Nolan is watching them, smiling softly when he sees that he does, his eyes shining with fondness and love.
The moment lasts a few minutes, the four of them basking into each other touch until a sudden loud, needy sound crying out from Nolan’s stomach abruptly interrupts them.
The unexpected sound pulls a small laugh from Adam and Will. And Bobby snorts as he stares at his twin. “Guess it’s time for breakfast. You and your stomach I swear.”
Nolan rolls his eyes at him, a smile playing on his lips, “I wouldn’t have to eat so much if you three weren’t tiring me out constantly.”
“Already tire out?” Will grins mischievously at him. “It’s 10am, we’ve barely started. Is Daddy getting old?”
Nolan’s eyes narrow, flashing at the jest. His age has always been a sensible subject to him, which Will has always quite enjoyed exploiting when he wanted their Daddy’s attention too.
“I’ll show you old.” Nolan growls, then after a few seconds of contemplation adds grudgingly. “… after we’ve ate, I’m hungry.”
Adam nods in approval against Bobby, “Me too.”
Bobby hums his accord too, already standing up and pulling Adam on his feet in response, wincing as his sore rim pulse. They all dress up, sweatpants and t-shirts that will be soon removed anyway.
“I can feel Daddy’s cum dripping down my leg,” Adam whispers to him. “Can you feel Will?”
His cock twitches weakly, Christ his angel sure knows how to rile him up. “Yeah, I can. The fucker went all in.”
“But you like it.” Adam smiles at him. It’s a statement, not a question.
“Let's go prepare breakfast unh?” Bobby deflects.
Adam giggles against him and Bobby’s own lips curve into a smile at the sound. He follows Adam out of their bedroom, throwing a glance behind him and smirking when he sees Will cornered against a wall by Nolan, his chin cupped by a strong hand.
“… Don’t think I’m letting you out of this one.” He can distantly hear his twin say.
Will doesn’t seem fazed by their Daddy’s threat, the contrary even, grinning at him with mirth as he brings Nolan’s hips flushed against his, “I sure hope not old man.”
Bobby hides his snort. Now Will is really looking to be punished.
He shakes his head in amusement and leaves them to it, walking behind Adam to the kitchen and soon preparing the ingredients for their breakfast. He’s batting the eggs together, and Adam is filling the bowls of the dogs with their special food Will prepared for them the previous day when the sounds of a muffle smack followed by a cry resonate from their bedroom. Apparently, either Daddy got a little too impatient in putting his boy in his place or Will got too bratty and pushed too far, because it seems Will’s punishment has come earlier than expected.
Adam and him share a smile before returning to their tasks. Well, hopefully they’ll get it done before they finish preparing their food. Bobby is hungry too after all.