Shit, you thought Larry was bad?

Horror and Acceptance (7)

"You're so sexy, puppy. Love watching you like this." Edward moans out breathlessly, watching his brother in total amazement, with lust blown eyes.

Harry is sat on his brother's cock; bouncing up and down and swiveling his hips, like the pornstar he was surely born to be. He's got his palms flat against Edward's chest to balance himself, and his head thrown back slightly. His messy curls are framing his face beautifully. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes are glassy, and his lips are swollen and bitten. His body is covered in a thin layer of sweat, making his tattoos more prominent on his light skin, and soft little moans continuously slip past his lips each time Edward's cock jabs his sensitive prostate.

Edward is thinking that Harry is the most beautiful thing he's ever seen in his life — especially in such a raw, vulnerable moment like this one. He could watch him for hours, honestly.

"God, Harry, look so good for me. Always so pretty for me. Still can't believe you're all mine." He mumbles, letting one hand slide from Harry's wide hip, up to one of his nipples — pinching and tugging on it roughly to earn a whine from the boy.

"Y-Yes! A-All yours, only yours." Harry moans, changing his angle a bit to better find his prostate. He hasn't been able to hit his spot quite like he wants, so he begins whining for help; frustration tears are welling up in his eyes. "P-Please. Please, daddy."

Edward watches his brother struggle and whine pathetically; he watches how his face is scrunched up in frustration from failing to get what he needs. Fuck he thinks Harry is so stunning. The longer he watches his sexy lover use him for his own pleasure, the more rapidly his orgasm approaches. Therefore, he takes pity on his frustrated boy, deciding to help him out this time. He plants his feet on the bed and grips Harry's hips harshly before thrusting up into him sharply, and without warning. Harry is caught off guard and lets out a loud scream; he was expecting Edward to keep letting him struggle, like he usually does. Edward relentlessly fucks up into his twin, and both of their moans quickly fill the darkened room.

"Yes, yes! So good, so good. Gonna- g-gonna- fuck!" Harry is a rambling mess.

"That's it. C'mon. Cum for me, puppy. Make a mess all over me. Show me what a good boy you are." Edward encourages, thrusting up even harder — knowing he hits Harry's prostate when the boy lets out an especially loud yell.

"Uuhh yes, Edward!! D-Don't stop! Don't ever fucking stop! Please!" Harry shouts, as Edward continuously pounds into his most sensitive spot; finally tipping over the edge. He swivels his hips around once more, making sure to nuzzle the head of his brother's cock right up against his prostate and shoots his own cum up his brother's stomach and up to his chest.

"That's it... yeah, fuck yeah. Christ- Harry!"

Seeing Harry fall apart on his cock, sends Edward over the edge easily. He slams his brother down hard one last time, holding him firmly against his hips; completely sheathed inside of him. He lets go of any restraint and releases deep inside of his brother — they each let out a relieved moan as he does — filling him up with so much cum that it starts leaking out before he's even finished.

Harry collapses forward onto Edward shortly after, not caring at all about the mess of cum beneath him. He's whimpering from the oversensitivity as his lover gives the last few lazy thrusts, before slowly pulling out. He whines at the sudden empty feeling; he can never seem to get used to that. Harry absolutely loves the feeling of being filled up with his daddy's cum though, and how it drips out afterwards. Most of the time, he likes to put a plug in; to keep Edward's cum inside of him for a while, but not tonight. The mood tonight is a bit different, and besides, he's way too tired to go get it, and is steadily dropping. It's a bit unexpected that he's dropping right now — they weren't super rough or anything this time, but it's never really a given when he will.