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The light pitter-patter sound from the rain filled the silence that continued to linger the room and the faint glow of the fire that crackled in the fireplace. Lance was busy polishing his rifle, making sure it was nice, clean and in good working conditions. He heard a quiet knock at the door, setting his gun down and standing up from the couch. Lance opened the door and stared at the familiar figure. "Chance you're back home late. You weren't at the casino again were you??"
He would lead his brother inside, closing the door and sitting him on the couch. Chance didn't speak a word, only staring down at the floor. Lance flipped the light switch to the room, turning around to see his brother all battered and bruised. Lance could only sigh, walking to the kitchen to get an ice pack, medicine, and some bandages. He sat next to Chance and took his shades off, staring into his tired eyes.
He softly caressed his brothers cheek and took the ice pack, placing it onto his eye gently. "Oh Chance you need to stop doing this to yourself." Chance could only let out a small, nervous laugh. He leaned into Lance's touch on his cheek and closed his eyes slowly, feeling the freezing cold temperature on his face. Lance took Chance's hand and placed it on the ice pack so he could hold it himself while he bandaged him up.
Chance laid back against the couch while Lance would bandage up some of the slightly open wounds. Lance would notice a bruise on Chance's stomach, he slightly hesitated on lifting his shirt up. Chance would feel blush spread across his face once he realized what Lance was doing, but he didn't fight him. He leaned into the ice pack, feeling Lance's fingers unbutton his shirt. Once Lance finally got his shirt open he stared at the bruises, his fingers gently tracing around them. A sense of guilt and worry would only wash onto Lance's face.
Chance could only let out small whines, his body quivering lightly at every touch. Lance's own face would blush at the sight of this, his hands spreading out and gently gliding along Chance's waist. A small moan would slip out from Chance's mouth and he quickly slapped his hand over his mouth, causing the ice pack to immediately fall onto the ground. "L-Lance what are you doinggg.." He whined, a small pant escaping his mouth.
"Hush Chancey.. I.." Lance felt guilty, touching his own brother like this but he couldn't help it. His mind wanted this, his heart wanted this. He DID want this. But did Chance want this? He looked at his brothers eyes, seeing a spark of need lingering in them. "Hey Chancey..?" Chance's head perked up and he looked up at his brother. "Yes Lance?" Lance would stumble on his words, finally clearing his throat. he
"I.. do you maybe want to.. you know..?" Chance's face turned red and he would quickly nod his head repeatedly. "Yes..! Yes! Please Lance!" Chance would beg, plea's sleeping from his mouth. Lance's lips would crash into Chance's, keeping his hand's on his brothers hips while he made out with his brother on the couch. Broken moans slipped from Chance as he desperately bucked his hips upward, craving friction.
Lance could only chuckle, his fingers hooking onto Chance's pants and sliding them down, tossing them aside once they were fully off. Lance stared at the wetness that stained Chance's boxers, a small smirk appearing on his face. He ran his thumb over his clothed nub, seeing his body jolt and him let out a small moan. "Mmoree.. more.. Lance please.."
Lance quietly snickered and pulled Chance's boxers down, running his fingers against his slick cunt. "Oh be patient my little bunny.." Chance's body shook and he spread his legs more, practically begging for Lance's cock. Lance slipped his pants down to his knees and his boxers as well, grabbing his cock and pressing it into the wet folds of his cunt. Chance let out a broken string of moans as Lance gently bucked his hips between his folds.
"Laaance put it in.. put it in please Lance.." Lance smiled at him and pressed his tip into Chance's pussy, sliding his length into him and feeling his warmth engulf him. "Oh god.. oh god.. L..lance..lance..." Chance let out shakey moans, tightening himself around Lance's dick. "Hey bunny.. relax for me okay?" He gently rubbed Chance's waist and Chance happily complied, melting against the couch and relaxing himself.
Lance's hips gently pressed against Chance's once he pushed himself all the way inside. Chance let out a pleased moan, feeling full. Lance slowly pulled out then pushed back in, letting out a contented groan. "You feel so good Bunny.." Lance pleasantly purred out. Chance let out quiet whines and shivered, his legs wrapping around Lance. Lance's thrusts got rougher, and his dick slipped easily in and out of him with how slick Chance was. The sound of skin slapping together was heard throughout the house.
It was mixed with Chance's moans and Lance's pants and groans. The two brothers were sweating and Lance leaned down, pressing their foreheads together as they both could feel their hot breaths on one another. Lance felt that familiar tight coiling in his stomach. He let out a small cry when he finally pushed himself deep inside of Chance.
Tears rolled down Chance's face as he felt himself get filled to the brim with his brothers cum. He let out a loud moan as his legs shook and his legs fell off of Lance. They both panted and laid on eachother, finally recovering from their high. Lance gave Chance a kiss on the lips, getting up and carrying his brother to the bathroom and placing him in the shower. He fully undressed himself and got into the shower, cleaning Chance and himself up.
"I love you Lance.." Chance quietly purred, hugging Lance while quietly sniffling. Lance quietly chuckled and kissed Chance's forehead. "I love you too Bunny."