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Ryan petted his brother’s dark curls, wondering how long he would be unconscious. He always drank too much, never knew his limit, and Ryan had warned him of that. He was lucky he had made it to bed before passing out.
He traced a finger around pretty, pinkish-red lips. They were flushed like the rest of Jack’s face, and drooling onto his pillow. His cheeks were so soft, freshly shaved, and Ryan couldn’t help bending down to kiss them, taking in his brother’s scent.
Ryan’s cock throbbed painfully in his jeans. He knew it was wrong, knew he’d regret it by morning. His heart sank at the thought of Jack learning exactly what a pervert he was and how long he had obsessed over doing this. The waiting. The planning.
But Jack would never know. And really, he shouldn’t have gotten so drunk anyway.
Unzipping his pants, Ryan took out his half-hard cock. He stroked himself as he listened to his little brother breathe deeply. He was so relaxed. So vulnerable. Ryan loved listening to his faint noises, watching the way his brow furrowed as he dreamed.
When Ryan was fully erect, he brushed the tip of his cock against Jack’s mouth, stifling a gasp at the softness and warmth of his parted lips. Sliding his palm up and down his member, he wetted Jack’s lips with his precum, pulling back a little just to see a string of his fluid connecting them.
Jack’s tongue darted out to lick his lips in unconscious response, grazing Ryan’s tip. “Fuck, fuck,” Ryan whispered hoarsely, gritting his teeth to maintain his composure. Jack would never know that his touch left Ryan trembling, that his faint sounds and fleeting expressions had him entranced. In that moment, part of him wanted Jack to know.
Gradually, he slipped the head of his cock past those welcoming lips, letting the heat of Jack’s mouth engulf him. He couldn’t risk going too far and choking him, so he stroked his length while the head of his cock stayed nestled against Jack’s tongue.
Jack’s whimpers grew a little louder, vibrating against Ryan. It took all his self control to not force himself down his brother’s throat. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, pressing himself just deep enough to graze Jack’s throat without triggering his gag reflex. “I’ll be done soon…”
He rubbed his cock faster, guilt and pleasure both making him eager to finish. Jack squirmed, like he was trying to shift into a different position, but Ryan held his shoulder firmly until he stopped.
When he climaxed, he let out a long, shaking groan, and filled his brother’s mouth with his release, forcing him to swallow automatically. Some of it leaked out the side of his mouth, mixed with his saliva, pooling on the pillow under him.
Ryan pulled out carefully, wiping the last drops of semen off on Jack’s lips. “Good boy,” he husked, bending down to kiss Jack’s cheek.
He straightened his clothes, sneaking out of Jack’s room and slipping into his own. He collapsed on his bed with a deep sigh, satisfied.