Soul Mark (breddy fanfic)

Different (nsfwish)

They finished the rest of the so-called engagement brunch in peace.

Eddy gave his sister one big hug as they escorted Belle and Paul out. Brett observed in silence as Belle seemingly whispered something in her brother's ear, turning the tip of his ear red.

Belle reached up and pat Eddy on his head, and before she went inside the car, gave one last menacing glare at Brett.

Somehow Brett felt shiver running down his spine. What had he done to deserve that? sigh..

Eddy tucked Brett underneath his chin as they watch the now engaged couple left. Brett didn't flinch at Eddy's bold moves.

Behind his stoic mask, Brett Yang couldn't push aside his awareness of how Eddy had grown significantly touchier in this past few days.

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Back to their shared appartement, the two young violinist carry on their life with ease. Practicing their violins off for the weekly workshop and the more important exams and recitals. 

The last chords of the third movements of the Tchaikovsky Violin Concerto boomed across the flat as Eddy finally finished the last page of said piece.

"How was that" The younger violinist tilted his head slightly, waiting for the older's response. Beads of sweat drizzled down his face and neck, making his sun kissed skin almost glimmer under the lamp.

Brett contemplated the performance as he sipped through his coffee mug. "The quick runs could use some practice," Brett noted as he popped some bones in his neck. "and your neck and wrists are a little bit tense on the last few page, try to breath more,  i'm getting cramps just by looking at your neck."

Or maybe he's just distracted. But still,

Eddy snorted "nah, you're gettin cramps because you've been working on your laptop for 3 hours non-stop now" Eddy put his violin to safety before stroll through the room, sneaking behind Brett.

The older currently sitting on the floor, in front of his laptop that placed neatly on the top of their small coffee table. 

Brett could sense the younger's intention as Eddy's hand sat quietly on his tired shoulder. "not so close, you're all sweaty" Brett warned.

Eddy giggled at that. "how's your thesis goin?" His innocent question elicited a louder groan from the older, to which Eddy chuckled.

"your professor giving you a hard time? too much referencing to do?" Eddy reach down to Brett's stiff shoulder, slowly applying pressure to his stiff shoulder.

Brett shut his eyes in content as Eddy unlocked  his taut muscles away.  "mhm, not really"

Eddy pressed harder on one particular spot. Brett clenched his jaw in an attempt to hold in any response his mouth might let out.

Oh God.

Brett swears Eddy have been a lot forward these days, he even snuck up on his bed some nights, force-cuddled him.

Okay, not forced,  but still.

Not that Brett mind,  but Eddy's touches triggered some unwanted responses on his body.

His testosterone driven body, mind you. Brett often find himself wake up earlier to jerked himself when Eddy touched his private parts when they cuddled.

Brett couldn't contain his moan when Eddy rubs,-scratch that, teases his more sensitive part of his neck, alternating between firm pressure and airy light brushes against his pliant body.

Brett gasped as Eddy unexpectedly blew raspberry kisses on his ear. Cheeky brat! Brett's cheeks are surely crimson by the time Eddy teased the sensitive skin on his nape using the hardened tip of his fingers.

But his little teasing are proven to be effective in the next five minutes,for Brett's ding ding woke up.

"Ah! mmm, shit, I-, toilet" Brett dashed out of Eddy's touches, the tent on his pants already formed to his full glory.

Eddy's impetuous guffaws could be heard across the flat as Brett rushed inside the bathroom in his panic haze, that little devil! how dare he cackled like that after stirred him up with his dirty little tricks!

Brett washes his burning cheeks with cold water, calming his trembling hands and shaky breath.

Calm down my ding ding! you shall not be awaken that easily by your supposedly best friend!

A knock on the bathroom door called Brett out of his reverie.

"Bro," Eddy get in without further invitation. Naughty smirk plastered on his face.

Shit. Brett forgot to locked up the door.

"Eddy! w- what do you want?!" Brett squeaked out a lame defense as Eddy infiltrated his personal space with each footstep.

"you seemed.. troubled down there" Eddy swayed the elder, gently pushing Brett against the wall. Brett watched in confusion as Eddy sniffed the side of his neck, making him shiver deliciously.

Brett couldn't help but shuddered as Eddy chuckles reverberate on his sensitive skin.

"Remember the conversation we had in my house? you said you're not so sure, then let me help you make up your mind" said Eddy as he kneeled down swiftly between Brett's legs. His hands gripping the sides of Brett's hip, keeping him in his place.

Brett involuntarily grabbed a fist of his hair as he feels the other violinist teases the outline of his erection.

".. you.. really are not helping" Brett huffed out.

That's when Eddy opened his fly and let his already hard dick sprung free.

Damn, feels so good.

Eddy chuckled in his deep sultry voice "trust me, you'll like it when i'm done" and licked down the side of his shaft, taking him in. Brett swallowed in a mewl, trying too hard to stand straight.

"Shit! E-Edy!" Brett stuttered between his pants.

"relax Brett, it's okay" Eddy muttered in between his licks and touches.

Brett's eyes crossed shut as Eddy's warm mouth captured him again and again.

Well shit!

*a/n*

bear with me, this 'convenient smuts' are kinda necessary to the plot :D

*cough* keyword is kinda.