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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      ダイヤのA_|_Daiya_no_A_|_Ace_of_Diamond
  Relationship:
      Kominato_Haruichi/Kominato_Ryousuke
  Character:
      Kominato_Haruichi, Kominato_Ryousuke
  Additional Tags:
      Intercrural_Sex, Oral_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Sibling_Incest, Incest, Plot
      What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-08-20 Words: 1228
****** Like Silk, Like Heat ******
by Toilette
Summary
     I'm a toilet, nice to meet you
     Kominatocest PWP
     Hiiii I'm sorry this is a bit all over the place ahuhu
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
“How does it feel, Haruichi?” Ryosuke’s voice carries over the too loud sound
of Haruichi’s panting. He opens his mouth to form some sort of response—
“In your own words, tell me.” The smooth steadiness of his brother’s words
sends a chill down his spine.
“Nn—good…” He manages finally.
“What’s good?” Haruichi’s throat closes on the beginning of a moan, and he
doesn’t need to look behind him to know that he’s being watched, a careful,
cool gaze on the place where Ryosuke’s dick slides wetly underneath Haruichi’s.
He feels the graze of a zipper as Ryosuke brings his hips flush against the
back of Haruichi’s thighs. He wonders what this must look like- Haruichi,
completely naked, bent over a table, legs shaking as a fully clothed Ryosuke
slides the head of his cock teasingly between his thighs.
He folds his arms around his face and takes a ragged breath.
“Haruichi.” Ryosuke’s voice comes cool as ever.
“Feels wet…and h-hot…” Haruichi’s cheeks are burning, and he’s trembling down
to his toes- “Feels like I’m melting…”
“Mm, really?” Ryosuke angles his hips upward, sliding his hands lightly down
Haruichi’s sides. “You’re shaking a lot. I can feel it really well.”
“Aniki…” Haruichi loves this. He can barely speak, yet Ryosuke sounds just like
he always does: nonchalant, teasing. “Aniki, I want…” He bites down on his
wrist, readjusting his footing and pushing backwards against Ryosuke.
He hears Ryosuke’s breath catch behind him and feels his heart leap—he wants to
make his brother feel good- he wonders if he’ll be allowed to.
“Turn around.” Haruichi eagerly does as he’s told. A hand eases him onto his
knees, and he’s brought to eye level with Ryosuke’s cock. He tilts his head
upward, assuming a comfortable position on his haunches.
He loves when he can do this—when it’s easy to tell what Ryosuke wants- what
will make him happy. Haruichi opens his mouth wide, laying his tongue flat over
his teeth. He looks up expectantly, palms on his thighs. Ryosuke smiles,
running a hand through Haruichi’s hair, pushing his long bangs back. He gives a
small nod—the permission Haruichi was waiting for.
He leans forward, pushing his mouth down on as much dick as he can—all the way
until he feels pressure at the front of his throat- and he keeps
going.Ryosuke’s composure wavers, his grip tightening in Haruichi’s hair.
“God…” He hears him mutter. Saliva floods Haruichi’s mouth- he’s good at this,
he’s pretty sure. He’s practiced a lot. He braces his hands on his knees, and
pulls back slowly.
Haruichi’s extremely conscious of how wet everything is- the cooling pre-come
on the inside of his thighs, his own neglected dick- the fluid spilling from
the corners of his mouth despite his best efforts to swallow it all—
But he’s good at this- at least, the way Ryosuke bites his lip at every swirl
of Haruichi’s tongue makes it seem so.
Haruichi swallows around the head of his cock, and Ryosuke positively groans-
long and drawn out and deep.
He pulls off to catch his breath, bouncing a bit on his thighs. His hips move
involuntarily, desperately searching for some kind of friction- but he won’t,
he won’tworry about anyone other than Ryosuke right now.
A gentle tug of his hair eases Haruichi’s mouth back over Ryosuke’s length, and
this time he can feel his pulse on his tongue as he deep throats him once more.
“Haruichi—” Ryosuke gives a strained warning- and he continues in earnest, lips
slicking wetly over heated flesh.
His nose brushes Ryosuke’s zipper once, twice—
“Ngh—!!”Haruichi grunts at the sudden grip of hair at the back of his head, but
Ryosuke is shoving forward and down, completely cutting him off. On reflex, he
tries to pull back, but he’s being held tightly in place—
Ryosuke’s coming, hot and sharp at the back of his throat- Haruichi’s eyes
begin to water, but he does his best to swallow, concentrating on breathing
through his nose.
After a moment Ryosuke’s grip goes slack at last and Haruichi flops backwards,
gasping. He coughs a few times, wiping at his eyes.
“Sorry…”
“S’okay, you caught me by surprise is all.” Ryosuke helps Haruichi up, but he
sways unsteadily and catches himself on the desk behind him.
He smiles sheepishly, realizing he’s still hard.
“Umm, I can take care of this, so,” His voice sounds hoarse, throat raw from
exertion.
Ryosuke begins readjusting his shorts and smoothing out the wrinkles in his
shirt. In a moment, he’s perfectly collected—as if he’d just walked in the
door.
He smiles, tilting his head expectantly. “Well? Take care of it.”
Haruichi’s mouth falls open, as if he wants to respond, as if he could.
Ryosuke’s eyes are on him, watching him with that cool smile, and despite his
embarrassment, he reaches for his dick.
“No, Haruichi. Not there.” Haruichi’s attention snaps back to his brother’s
face. Ryosuke looks amused, but his tone carries mock exasperation.
“Ani--?” Haruichi doesn’t know what he wants.
Ryosuke laughs under his breath, as if Haruichi should already know. “Your
fingers, of course.”
Haruichi shivers.
“Oh.”
Haruichi slides further hesitating back until he’s half-laying on the desk,
propped up on one elbow. He glances at Ryosuke again, ever so slightly before
he raises and spreads a smooth leg to the side.
“Good boy, Haruichi.” He hears him purr.
Inwardly, Haruichi supposes it’s a bit too late for embarrassment, so he
reaches between down to circle himself with a finger. He pushes inside,
breathing out to help himself relax. Just like I do it when I’m alone,he
thinks.
Only he’s not alone. Ryosuke’s hands are folded behind his back, but his eyes
haven’t left Haruichi even for a moment.
“Don’t touch yourself, Haruichi. I want to watch you come on just your
fingers.”
The words push a breathy exhale out through Haruichi’s lips- and he bites down
on them, curling his finger deeper inside.
“It’s tight, right? I haven’t fucked you in a while.” He whimpers, hips
jerking. “I miss it, Haruichi. You’re so hot and smooth inside. Do you feel
it?”
Haruichi feels heat spread like liquid down his chest, but he nods, mouth wet
and open. He’s added a finger, and is thrusting and twisting them into himself.
His thoughts are halfway flashing away to bits and pieces of- Ryosuke’sfingers
inside him- but he’s halfway here, too, because Ryosuke’s here, and he’s
watching Haruichi with an expression like he’ll never look away.
“When I’m inside you, you squeeze so tightly around me.” Haruichi curls his
wrist in, reaching deeper, wanting more-
He’s panting shallowly, a fresh sheen of sweat cooling on his forehead,
plastering his bangs down and exposing his eyes. His pupils are blown, dark and
unfocused. He’s rubbing over his prostate with every pass of his fingertips,
and his whole body jerks with it-
“Haruichi…Haruichi, I love you like this.” Ryosuke’s soft voice carries clear
amidst rushing of blood in his ears, and he’s tipping, crashing, the pleasure
washing over him, setting his nerves aflame. He’s moaning through trembling
lips as he comes, because it’s too much, too tender, not right for this moment
where he feels wrecked.
Before his mind blanks, he meets Ryosuke’s eyes, open and full of light, full
of heat.
“Aniki…”
 
End Notes
     I'm sorry this is my first porn that I've ever posted and it's
     fcuking kominatocest im ssOry
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