A/N:Shota does have a brother in this “Itsuro”
Hizashi stares at me with a glint in his eye. "Do you surrender?"
"Surrender?" I question.
I know what he's playing at. It started when we were six. He had tackled me playfully, telling me to surrender. I didn't - and still haven't. It's his mission one day to finally hear "I surrender", but until then he pounces on me at random times.
"Mhmm. Do you?"
"...No."
He exhales dramatically. "One day," he promises. "Until then.." He stands up, places his hands on either side of me, and quickly pecks my lips with his own. I'm slightly surprised and I blush, but then I find myself putting my hand on the back of his head and pulling him back in. This kiss is strong and rhythmic - full of passion with just the right trace of lust.
Unfortunately, I hadn't been paying enough attention, and a rough cough from across the room intercepts us. I pull away to look pointedly at my brother.
"Do Mom and Dad know you're making out, or..."
"Fuck off, Itsuro. We weren't making out," I state.
"Looked different to me," he hums. "At least do it in your bedroom, not the damn living room."
"Great idea," Hizashi says. He lifts me up and carries me down the hallway to my room. He drops me onto the bed, then shuts the door. "Your brother is quite annoying."
"You don't even have to deal with him every day," I sigh.
"Maybe it was good that he interrupted us; I was starting to get turned on."
I chuckle. "That easy, huh?"
"Honestly, I'm still a bit... 'in the mood'." He raises his hands and uses his fingers to signal quotation marks. "Luckily I don't have a boner, though. I mean, it's not exactly not hard, but I don't count it as hard."
He's so awkward.
"Great explanation," I joke.
He starts to talk again, but I make the bad decision to spread my legs as I lay on the bed, and I can actually see him lose all train of thought.
Ah- close your legs, dumbass!
But I don't. Something just likes seeing Hizashi flustered and hard, and tells me to keep teasing him. I decide to listen to this new side of me.
I move my hands above my head, giving him access to view all of my body, in this specific position. "You know you want to," a voice quite unlike my own tells him.
"Your parents, Shota..." He's straining hard to keep control over himself; I can see the tears forming in his glossy green eyes.
"We can be quiet."
He clenches his teeth.
"What's the matter?" I ask smugly.
"I don't want it to be quiet," he mumbles. He slams his hands down on the edge of the bed and leans over me, his face now serious. "I want to hear you moan my name."
The fabric of my shorts suddenly tightens. Hizashi must notice my change in facial expression and moves a hand down to palm the bulge in them. Knowing that he has the advantage now, he gets on the bed and settles himself between my legs, looking confidently down at me.
"Fuck!" I gasp and throw my head back when he squeezes his hand around my bulge. He rubs it slowly, then leans down to my ear.
"This is what you get for being such a tease," he says quietly. "A tease in return."
His free hand goes up and tightens itself around my wrists, pinning my hands where they already were above my head. His lips brush my jaw as they travel down my neck. I can feel him nibbling little love bites and am caught off-guard when he forces my shorts off. Pre-cum beads on my painfully erect tip and drips steadily down the shaft.
"Pains me to say that I'm planning to leave you like this," he mumbles.
"No! No- no- please- I'm sorry, please-!" I beg breathlessly.
"Do you surrender?" He questions.
"...I-I surrender."
He shifts his body and gets off the bed. He walks to the door, and I'm ready to beg him not to leave before he turns the lock on the door with a satisfying click. He hastily strips himself of all his clothes, pulls off my sweater, and gets back into position. He uses three fingers to open my mouth and rests them on my tongue.
"Suck." He orders.
I follow his demand until they are completely coated and he removes them from my mouth. The first slips into me with unexpected ease, which makes Hizashi raise an eyebrow. He lifts my legs up onto his shoulders to get a better entrance, then slides the second digit in. It too doesn't seem to have much resistance.
"How much did you play with yourself before this? Fuck..."
I don't tell him that I masturbated last night, nonetheless to him.
His third finger proves to be more difficult than the first two, as I probably tightened up over the night. Hizashi pulls the third back, working on me a bit with the two in order to fit another. He thrusts them at a slow pace, gaining speed as he continues. I bite back my moan when I hear footsteps coming down the hall. Hizashi stops as well, much to my disappointment.
"We're heading to the store to get lunch. Have fun being alone and shit," Itsuro's voice says through the door.
Hizashi grins, and I know that we're thinking the same thing.
We can make as much noise as we want to in an empty house.
The footsteps go back into the living space, then the front door slams closed. Hizashi wastes no time getting back into the pace he was going before. This time, he adds in the third finger.
I finally let myself relax and let out loud strings of moans, and discover that I'm very vocal even with a partner - as I'm quite the same when masturbating, no matter how much I deny it.
Hizashi pulls his fingers out and releases his grip on my wrists in order to be able to brace himself properly. A hand goes to my hip, and he aligns himself up to me, muttering curses under his breath as he presses his cock in. My hands, now at my sides, grip onto the bed covers as I take his length. I grit my teeth and gasp from the mild pain of it as he pushes it all in.
He rests a hand on my cheek. "Tell me to stop if it's too much for you to handle or hurts too bad, alright?"
I nod weakly. His hand moves back to my hip and he slides carefully out. He glances at me for assurance, which I nod again to, and he repeats his motions. After the fifth thrust, which was notably faster than the first, he doesn't fully pull out - instead pushing right back in. A spark of pleasure starts to ignite as he picks up his speed, though still going gentle.
Just like with the prep, it doesn't take long for me to become overwhelmed with pleasure. Small moans escape from me as he goes harder in and quicker out; the sounds of our skin slapping together and my loud, long moans soon fill the room. I keep a firm hold on the sheets as he starts to use my hips to pull my body onto him when he goes in, digging deeper than before.
His tip collides with a spot that makes me arch my back and scream out of the intense sensation it shocks through my body. He begins to hit it every time he slams into me, his thrusts becoming rougher than ever and lacking a pattern to them as he nears his climax, while my own will surely peak any second.
With one last large motion, we both orgasm. I see stars as I moan and ejaculate onto Hizashi's chest, while I feel him cum inside of me. He bites my neck as he finishes.
We both take a while to catch our breath afterward. He leans down, gives me a quick kiss, and touches our foreheads together.
"I fucking love you."
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