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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Tsukishima_Akiteru/Tsukishima_Kei
  Character:
      Tsukishima_Akiteru, Tsukishima_Kei
  Additional Tags:
      Sibling_Incest, Incest_Kink, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Masturbation,
      Voyeurism, Anal_Sex, Ambiguous/Open_Ending, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without
      Plot, Okay_a_tiny_bit_plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-30 Completed: 2017-10-03 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 8528
****** Those who won't listen (must feel) ******
by TheWritingRaccoon158
Summary
     “Kei”, Akiteru mouths before he's even thinking it through, but Kei
     doesn't even flinch. He just sits there, unfazed, with his face
     turned towards his laptop and his headphones tight around his ears,
     separating him from the world that exhausts him so much, sometimes.
     Even though those words had finally left Akiteru's mind, his mouth,
     nothing happens at all. The world is still turning, the seconds don't
     stretch out for hours, there's no crying, no denying, no talking at
     all. Because Kei hadn't heard him.
     And, probably, it's for the best. Kei shouldn’t hear a single word of
     this, even though it's probably been the truest thing Akiteru had
     ever said out loud.
     Because Kei, Kei won’t listen.
Notes
     EDIT: I‘ve changed the whole thing into present tense bc it‘s a bit
     easier to write, but you don‘t have to reread the first chapter as i
     hadn‘t changed anything storywise.
     Mind the tags, if anything tagged makes you uncomfortable then you
     probably shouldn't read further *duh*
     First chapter is watching, second touching, I will post the 2. one
     later this week month (sorry!).
     Mind that, even though it's tagged as underage Kei's supposed to be
     around 16, and Aki's still living at home, so... not really canon-
     compatible ^^
     Comment if you like, I always apprechiate helpful words! ( ﾟ▽ﾟ)/
     Please mind that english's not my mother tongue 」(￣▽￣」)
***** Chapter 1 *****
Akiteru walks past his little brother’s room, stops by the door even though he
doesn't actually want to stop.
And stares.
It's been like this for as long as he could remember. In Akiteru’s conscience
there had always been Kei, solely and exclusively his not-so-little, sweet baby
brother Kei.
That Akiteru loves him would be the understatement of the year. Love.
It sounds so silly. He loves Kei, of course, like he loves him Mom, his Dad,
his Bearded Dragon, maybe even some of his closest friends. The things he feels
for Kei go way, way deeper, down to Akiteru’s profoundest core, deep down where
his thoughts are the darkest, his dreams the wildest and his fantasies the
filthiest, never supposed to see the earth’s broad daylight. And in the middle
of it all, there's his brother, Kei.
No, calling it love is nowhere near enough.
And just looking at Kei, at his controlled movements, the way he talks, writes,
laughs – just looking at him is also nowhere near enough for Akiteru.
And yet, he can do nothing more than that, just stare at his baby brother, and
imagine all the things he wishes to do with him.
“Kei”, Akiteru mouths before he's even thinking further, and he almost scolds
himself for making everything even excruciatingly harder for himself. But Kei
doesn't even flinch. He just sits there, unfazed, with his face turned towards
his laptop and his headphones tight around his ears, separating him from the
world that exhausts him so much, sometimes.
From the brother that had exhausted him once, too, when Akiteru as Kei’s idol
wasn’t able to tell his baby brother the damn truth. A while ago, Akiteru began
to realize that not his lack of strength to be a regular at Karasuno was the
thing Kei was disappointed in. That Akiteru had lied about the whole thing,
that's what edges him on, and Akiteru believes that their former tight bond
will never be the same as before, even though the older brother wants nothing
more than that. That everything's like before. Maybe Kei’s repulsive attitude
is what Akiteru brings to his knees, the most. Maybe rejecting Akiteru makes
the older Tsukishima want his baby brother even more, up to a point where his
whole idea of life begins to slowly fall apart.
Cause wherever Akiteru wants to go, Kei will be his brother, nothing less, and
especially, nothing more than that.
“Kei, you hear me?”, Akiteru tries again, but apparently Kei doesn’t listen –
can't, won't, Akiteru cannot tell, he only hears a faint beat echoing from of
the headphones, and sees Kei’s toes tap along the music’s rhythm.
Akiteru wants, desires so, so bad, to brush his fingers through his brother’s
silky hair, to bite into the delicious flesh of his brother’s neck and hear Kei
whine and wail under his grasp…
He's so, so fucked.
Soon, Akiteru thinks, soon this’ll be over. He'll move out of his family’s
home, closer to his workplace somewhere near Tokyo, and there he'll find some
nice girl or guy and settle down with them. Forget his brother and the whole
misery that seems to follow him through every room of their mutual home.
“Kei, I…”, Akiteru begins, huffing out a silent laugh, smiling fondly for only
Kei’s carpet to see. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed to hold onto
himself, fingernails buried so sharply into his biceps that it begins to hurt,
and he wishes for these hands to be able to grasp his brother’s skin, to hold
his wrists and raise them above Kei’s head, and the picture of a messy, tear-
stained Kei won’t leave his mind altogether. Kei is so, so close, and yet so
very far, probably the farthest one can ever be away from someone else. Akiteru
could have anyone, but his damn mind choses to only want Kei, his little,
innocent baby brother Kei. The pressure to just tell someone about his desires
is almost overwhelming, the pressure inside Akiteru’s chest and throat makes
his breathing fasten and his fingers around his biceps tighten even more.
“I know you’re not hearing me”, Akiteru says, and once again Kei makes not the
slightest move except the waggling of his toes and his long, pale fingers
slowly tapping the armrest of his desk chair. “Kei, I… I don’t know how to
explain this, but… I know I can never tell you this face-to-face, so…” Akiteru
sighs, and Kei does exactly nothing. “I love you,… Kei. It’s always been this
way, and – it’s silly, so fucking stupid, I know, but…” he brushes his hand
through his hair, and his knees feel more wobbly the more words leave his
mouth. “Kei, I love you, more than that, actually. I hope – I know, this’ll
pass, someday these weird feelings will be gone, but… for now, forgive me.”
And even though those words had finally left his mind, his mouth, nothing
happens at all. The world's still turning, the seconds don't stretch out for
hours, there's no crying, no denying, no talking at all. Because Kei hadn't
heard him.
And, probably, it's for the best. Kei shouldn’t hear a single word of this,
even though it's probably the truest thing Akiteru had ever said out loud.
Because Kei, Kei won’t listen.
 
*
 
Akiteru flops face-forward into the sheets, and groans viciously. Why had he
even said that? Their mother's just down the stairs, in the kitchen, preparing
some cooked egg-rice with salmon for herself and the boys since their father is
still out working night shift. He'd probably never hear the end of it if she’d
heard some of the disgusting shit he’d said. For his mother, telling Kei that
Akiteru loves him is merely something sweet, something she wants to hear from
their sons for such a long time.
If she only knew.
Akiteru yearns to touch his brother. It borders on desperation, so much that he
feels the hotness of tears wailing behind his eyes, that his feet get kinda
itchy, and he feels as if he has to run a whole damn marathon to calm himself
down.
But, apparently, somewhere up there a mischievous god decided to torture
Akiteru even more. From outside his bedroom, down the hallway he hears a shower
being turned on, and as his mother is down in the kitchen the only one who's
possibly taking a shower is Kei.
Wet.
Naked.
Most definitely without his glasses, brushing his hands through his blonde hair
behind a thin glass wall, over his lithe body, his pale skin, his…
Akiteru groans again, throws his head around to block out the shower’s
trickling, then he notices something weird; why does he even hear the shower
running so loud and clear? With the doors closed there'd be no way that –
The door stands open.
Oh God.
Fuck all that’s good and holy, but there’s no way Akiteru could order his body
to lie still like this, he has to get up just to see his assumption confirmed.
Yeah, just that, just – confirming.
Akiteru yanks his body upwards and is by the door with mere two steps, and then
he sees, indeed, someone is showering, with the door standing wide open.
Who's he kidding: Kei is showering, and Kei has left the door open. The younger
brother’s glasses are placed neatly onto the stack of clothes he’d left on the
bathroom cabinet, and not only them but also the shower cabin itself is fogged-
up from the hot water Kei apparently showers with.
Akiteru approaches the bathroom, slowly, with his mind deep down in the gutter,
wondering how it would be if he could rip his clothes off and join Kei under
the lush heat of the shower. He wants to smear foam and soap all over Kei’s
body, wants to make him all slippery and wet, and then, against all
premonitions he wants to hook up Kei’s legs, wants to press him against the
smooth, chill wall tiles, wants to kiss him and feel him, writhing, pressed so
unbelievably close against his brother’s body.
Having an almost painful hard-on is surely something Akiteru's surprised about
when he's so close to the bathroom that he can almost see Kei’s slim figure
behind the glass cabin. He peeks around the corner, careful, waits for anything
to happen – a shriek, an embarrassed glare, his mother calling out for him to
help her set the table – but nothing happens, nothing but Kei, brushing his
hand over his body and enjoying the water running through his blonde hair.
Akiteru is half a brain cell away from drooling when he finally dares to peek
around the corner properly without getting noticed; Kei's looking in the other
direction, and even if he would face the door, Kei can't see shit without his
glasses.
Akiteru had seen his little baby brother quite a few times naked, but that had
been years ago, and Kei had sure grown a lot. Again, for emphasis: A lot.
Through the fogged-up glass Akiteru's able to outline his brother’s fine
physique, sees his skin tone that's just the slightest bit darker now that the
summer sun had tanned him a tiny bit. And, not that Akiteru hadn't noticed that
before, Kei's grown a lot taller, now towering over his older brother by a few
centimeters, which ticks Akiteru off just a tad bit.
And most importantly, for once Akiteru's able to gawk unabashedly at his baby
brother’s ass, only restricted by the shower's foggy glass pane and
occasionally, Kei’s hands, scrubbing over his body in a way that shouldn’t be
sexy at all, but for Akiteru, it totally is. Oh how much Akiteru wants to touch
these cheeks, to part them in the most lewd way possible, to encircle his
little baby brother’s hole with his wet thumbs…
As if Akiteru’s hand develops a conscience by its own it releases its tight
grip around the door frame and creeps down, lower, over his abs, his navel,
down his waistband to absently brush over his attention-craving arousal, and
Akiteru can't fucking believe that he lowers himself down to do this, here, in
the hallway, where both his brother and mother could catch him quite literally
with his pants down. But the urge, the insuppressible desire to touch himself
is there, present, bordering on painful, and there's almost no way that he's
letting this opportunity slip. He detains himself from closing his eyes in
pleasure even though his eyelids begin to flutter by the way his mere palm
brushes over his clothed cock’s head. Akiteru traces the outline of his
brother’s shoulders, his chest, his waist, stops only to make note of Kei’s
nipples, and the drops of water running over them just to fall down the drain
is almost obscene in Akiteru’s eyes. No human should be able to look so lewd
during a shower. But then Akiteru reminds himself that Kei is, in fact, just
showering, just cleansing his body, and not putting up a show for anyone to
see.
And yet, Kei throws his head back, lets both hand’s fingers run through his
hair, wandering further down his neck, his chest, come to a halt right below
his costal arch where the younger brother squeezes lightly, and that's when
Akiteru notices that his very own hand had just vanished inside his shorts to
squeeze his cock in the same manner. Akiteru almost lets out a whimper when Kei
lets his hands glide further down, down to his intimacy, and Akiteru wants to
see him, wants to yell that he should turn around to just fucking show him what
he wants to see so desperately. Akiteru tugs softly at his dick’s tip, keeps
his movements at a minimum to not gain any unwanted attention, but shamelessly
watching Kei and touching himself feels so, so great. Akiteru wonders if he
could even come without touching himself at all, just looking at Kei and his
deft hands, currently down by his intimacy, and Akiteru has to pull his other
hand up and bite into his fist to refrain himself from making any kind of noise
when he feels his sharp orgasm overwhelm him, eliciting a shiver all over his
body that leaves him sweaty but somewhat cold – and sticky, especially down his
pants. He scrunches his nose, suddenly very aware of how much a pervert he is,
and without pulling his hand out his pants nor messing them up even more he
tiptoes back into his room, searching for something to make the evidence of his
pathetic love-life disappear before anyone notices.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Di-ding, there it is! I've finally made it!
     Have fun reading, I'm going to hide in my cave in shame (/°/∇/°/)
     Comment if you like, I'm always craving for your reactions!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
After what had probably been the most awkward dinner of his lifetime Akiteru
falls in his sheets, once again face-forward, almost wishing he could just die
here and now by suffocation. When his breathing becomes almost painful he
wrangles himself upwards, tosses his body around and stares at the ceiling,
seriously questioning his life choices up until this point. How is it even
possible to fall in love with your very own younger brother? Where down the
bumpy road that is his life had been the crossing he’d chosen the wrong turn?
He had never been a betwetter, he hadn't tortured animals just for pleasure,
his parents hadn't hit him during childhood… seriously, what was wrong with
him?
And yet, imagining Kei, who’s probably sleeping in his bed in the very next
room, with his ridiculously sweet dinosaur sleeping-shirt that’s just the
tiniest bit too short to fully cover his long, pale back drives Akiteru mad the
more he thought about it.
Akiteru wants to turn back to lie on his stomach again, but a pretty
conspicuous matter keeps him from actually doing it, something that makes it
quite hard to actually sleep face-down. Or, to put it better, stomach-down.
There’s no way he’s getting off twice the same day because of his brother.
Oh, fuck it.
Akiteru lifts his hips slightly, enough for his hardening cock to slip between
his stomach and the silky sheets, and the resulting pressure is just what he
needs right now. He spreads his legs just a bit, kneels and messes up the
sheets so they’re gradually turning into a tight coil, and imagining Kei’s
winding and wincing body under him becomes so, so easy right now. Akiteru
grinds his hips against the curled-up sheets repeatedly, his fingers clenching
into the pillow next to his head, face turned sideways to be able to breathe,
when suddenly the hallway’s light is turned on. With a stifled yelp Akiteru
yanks himself around, lies on his side to properly hide his straining erection
and draws the blanket over his body just in time with his room’s door being
opened. His mind is in a haze, questioning who the fuck walks straight into his
room in the middle of the night. Akiteru notices the door closing shut a moment
later, leaving the room in shallow darkness, only faintly illuminated by the
decrescent moon’s light. Akiteru wonders if it’s maybe his mother, checking if
her boys are asleep properly, and when she would see Akiteru sleeping (as if)
she would go sleep again. But then, and it’s almost not audible, soft footsteps
can be heard, slowly approaching the bed, stopping just in front.
“Aki?”
The older brother’s heart shoots straight into his throat when he hears Kei’s
delicate voice saying his name, and he can’t quite decide between faking sleep
and answering Kei.
“Aki? You awake?”
Akiteru feels a weight shifting the sheets, and he can only guess that Kei sits
down onto the bed – the bed in which Akiteru lies in, with an erection so hard
one could use it to drive nails into a wall. Once again, Akiteru pretends to be
fast asleep, even though he’s curious what Kei could even want from him in such
an ungodly hour.
“I know you’re awake”, Kei says, and Akiteru can vividly imagine him pout. Kei
lets out a small cough. “I… I heard you.”
Akiteru pries his eyes open, his heart once again leaping straight into his
throat. “What?!”
“You’re such a child, Aki”, Kei scolds, ignoring his brother’s bewildered
expression. “Pretending to be asleep…”
“God, Kei, I’ – I’m so sorry”, Akiteru blurts out, lets his hands pat against
his reddening face, not even remotely knowing how to pacify the situation. “I
didn’t know you – I thought I was –“
“Stop blabbering”, Kei orders, and Akiteru’s mouth falls shut immediately.
Despite his utter embarrassment Akiteru notices that his erection hasn’t
faltered one bit. If this is good or bad at his age is debatable. “I didn’t
mean right now.”
Akiteru nothing but stares at his younger brother with a bland expression.
“I meant, I heard you just now”, Kei explains, voice wavering just the
slightest bit, “And I won't inquire that further, jeez, but… I meant, earlier.”
“W-what do you…?”, Akiteru asks, cerebrating about what his brother could mean
by that.
“When you said, you…”, Kei sighs, hard, as if he cannot believe he’s forced to
actually say that out loud. “When you said you love me.”
Akiteru’s face falls bland once again, and for a whole five second he feels
neither his heartbeat nor his breathing, before it kicks back in, tightens his
chest and makes his brain kinda fuzzy.
“I – I”, Akiteru stutters, not even knowing what he wants to say, and Kei
shifts his weight a bit, draws his bent leg up a bit, so it’s resting on the
bed.
“What did you mean by that?” Even through the shallow moonlight Akiteru’s able
to see his brother’s sharp eyes, golden, curious, so clearly visible without
Kei’s ever-so-present glasses, and when Akiteru lets his gaze slide lower, up
to where Kei’s fingers are lightly sprawled on the bedsheets he has to hold
back to not let his hips snap forward. When was the last time the two brother’s
sat together in one of their rooms in the middle of the night?
“I meant that I love you – a-as a brother!”, Akiteru lies, much too predictable
for the sharp-minded Kei, but what can he do but try? “I just felt like saying
it.”
“You talked about some kinda phase”, Kei probes further, leaning down a bit so
Akiteru sees the moon reflecting in his eyes, “that ‘it’ll pass’.
Akiteru shifts upwards, enough to bring some distance between them but not
enough for the blanket to slip down and reveal his arousal, laying hard and
heavy against his stomach, and only incidentally Akiteru notices his fastened
breathing. “That was just… I don’t even know –“
“Don’t think I’m stupid”, Kei says, sternly, and Akiteru is fazed by the way
his younger brother can order him around without batting an eye. “I know what
you talked about.”
Akiteru takes a deep breath, tries to calm his nerves now that the cat was
obviously outta the bag.
“Then… why’re you even asking?”
Kei shows Akiteru a small smile, acknowledging, looking down to where his
finger drew a small pattern onto the silken bedsheets.
“I wanted to hear it from you, face to face”, Kei says, and Akiteru’s heart
does another leap. What’s Kei up to? When he knows what Akiteru had been
talking about, then why’s he even asking? And why’s he still here?
“That I love you?”, Akiteru says, “As often as you want.”
“No”, Kei replies, shifting his weight once again, touching Akiteru’s thigh
with his lower back. “Like you mean it.”
“I do mean it”, Akiteru says, and Kei shows him the sweet pout he always wears
when someone irritates him.
“You’re an ass”, Kei intervenes, annoyance swinging by his voice, and Akiteru
fears that if he chuckles now the whole mood’s out the window and Kei would
walk straight out of the room.
“Kei…”, Akiteru says lowly, lifting his shivering hand to touch Kei’s knee.
Much to his surprise, Kei doesn’t even move an inch. “I don’t know what you
want to hear from me.”
“That you love me”, Kei states, unfazed, as if speaking about love was
something he does on a daily basis. Maybe, just maybe, Kei’s still too young or
too self-absorbed to really comprehend the whole scope of deep feelings such as
love.
“But I said it just now –“
“No!”, Kei cuts him off sharply, and his fingers stop drawing patterns and grab
a handful of the silky sheet’s material. “Not in the way I want you to.”
“Then which way do you want, Kei?”, Akiteru blurts out, almost fearing that if
they continue yelling at each other their mother would wake up. Kei lets out an
exasperated huff, rolling his eyes, for half a second looking at Akiteru as if
he ponders over what to do next. But then, Kei dips his head forward, and then
there are lips pressed against Akiteru’s, soft, neutral-tasting lips, and
Akiteru, poor, bedazzled Akiteru lets his head flop back against the sheets,
pulling Kei with him, returning the kiss without hesitation, one hand catching
Kei by the cheek, the other one cautiously resting on Kei’s waist to stabilize
him. Much to his surprise and, well, pleasure Akiteru takes note of the way Kei
generously skips the part where they should share chaste, experimental kisses,
where he should at least ask nonverbally for his older brother’s consent.
Instead Kei immediately switches to pushing Akiteru’s mouth open with his
tongue, touching and tasting him, letting his eager tongue glide around the
other one’s until Akiteru had to push him away to catch his breath.
“Not okay?”, Kei asks, as if the fact that they are brothers isn’t even the
slightest bit worth mentioning. Akiteru just stares at him, tries to sort his
words.
“I – forgot to breathe”, Akiteru chokes out eventually with big brown doe eyes,
and Kei lets out a small puff of air through his nose, smirking.
“You forgot how to breathe?”, Kei asks, cocking an eyebrow.
“Not how to breathe”, Akiteru responds, “Just – just… Kei, what’s this about?”
Kei scoots forward a bit, now with both knees drawn under his body, leaning
towards his older brother, the brother that should be the wiser, the more
reasonable one, the one that should end whatever this was supposed to turn
into, even if the hard-on in his pants demands otherwise.
“Isn’t it obvious?”, Kei asks, reaching out to grab Akiteru by the cheek, but
the older one pats his hand away, and Kei scowls. “What? I thought you want it,
too.”
“No!”, Akiteru cries out, trying to sit up a bit more to be eye level with Kei,
to be the bigger brother not only in age. “No, damn, Kei! Why the fuck do you
think I’d want this?”
Instead of answering Kei gives out a devilish smirk, leans forward propped onto
his arms placed next to Akiteru’s thigh, and the way he eyed his older brother
was downright obscene.
“Aki, I may be short-sighted, but I’m not blind”, Kei says with a sultry voice,
one that Akiteru had never imagined coming out of his always-so-indifferent
brother.
“What…?”, Akiteru tries, determined to ignore the way Kei softly brushes his
delicate finger over Akiteru’s wrist. “I never said –“
“I saw you jacking off”, Kei intervenes, and now Akiteru sits ramrod-straight,
face flushed with embarrassment, and for a short moment he wonders if Kei
actually likes abashing his older brother like this. “When I was showering
earlier.”
“How…?”, Akiteru askes, somewhere far back in his mind considering that Kei had
indeed left the door open on purpose.
“The reflection in my glasses”, Kei says, lets his palm slowly glide over the
blanket above Akiteru’s thigh, and he wonders if his perceptive little brother
knows that he’s sporting an impressive erection. Still. Hurting like hell.
Craving for attention. “You know, earlier, when I sat there with my headphones
on… I thought you just wanted to annoy me before you blurted out that cheesy
shit, so I’d silenced only the left side to hear you, and…” Kei lets his palm
glide further, to where Akiteru’s shirt stretches over his abdomen. “I couldn’t
understand what you meant initially, so I thought I should… test it out.”
“Test it…?” Akiteru’s heart beats so fast in his chest that he’s sure Kei feels
it pumping against his fingertips. “Oh, Kei, you little shi-“
“Eh, who’s the pervert here?”, Kei taunts, golden eyes inviting Akiteru to come
closer the same way his wetted lips do. Akiteru wants to assault Kei, his
clever, cocky little brother Kei, pin him down against the mattress and… well,
and what? “Who’d watched his brother taking a shower while touching his
wiener?”
“Errgh, Kei!”, Akiteru yaps, screws his eyes shut in embarrassment. “Do they
teach you to talk like this in school today?”
“No they don’t”, Kei says, shuffling closer, fingertips touching his brother’s
collar, “And wiener’s not an especially dirty word, you know, gramps?”
Akiteru stays silent, not knowing how to keep this conversation alive without
it becoming awkward. Kei smirks, as devious as a kid in his age probably can.
“Do you want me to call it differently?”, Kei asks, and Akiteru gulps.
“N-no, not exac-“
“Dick.”
“Kei!” Akiteru groans, slaps his hands against his face, beet red with both
arousal and embarrassment. Kei leans closer, touches his brother’s collarbone,
and wedges his knee between his brother’s legs.
“Cock.”
“Honestly, you should just –“
“Penis.”
“That’s not dirty, that scientifically accurate.”
“Well, the question is, does it turn you on?”
Kei’s eyes sparkle, so very close, and Akiteru sees his own hands lift
themselves to grasp Kei by his cheeks, as if they’ve come to the close to not
obey Akiteru any longer. They want to touch, everything on Akiteru’s body wants
to embrace his little brother tightly, not let him go until they would both be
wrung dry.
“Why do you even want that?”, Akiteru asks, with all the desperation and
emphasis he’s able to put into the question, and Kei shows the sweet pout of
his, non-vocally explaining nothing and everything simultaneously. Akiteru
tries, desperately tries to keep himself from leaning forward, but half a
second later he does so anyways, kisses Kei and locks their lips together,
allowing Kei to let his hands roam further upwards, until their chests touch
and Kei’s fingers tug softly at Akiteru’s hair. They kiss, tongue and teeth and
wetness, and Kei lets out the tiniest little moan, almost nothing more than a
hum, but Akiteru’s hardness reports back to duty almost immediately. Akiteru
shifts his hips, tries to get away from Kei’s leg between his, but Kei only
inches closer, until his pajama pants rub against Akiteru’s boxer briefs,
causing Akiteru to flinch and exhale vigorously into Kei’s mouth.
“Sorry”, he blabbers, and lifts his hand to wipe his mouth, but Kei caught his
fingers and places kisses against each tip individually, slightly takes the
middle finger between his lips, just enough to press his pointy tongue against
it, interlocking his golden eyes with his brother. Akiteru gulps, and feels as
if he’s just receiving the greatest blowjob of his lifetime.
“Have you ever…?”, Akiteru asks, insecure, words tumbling out his mouth before
he has a chance to string them together coherently.
“Have I ever what?”, Kei asks, letting the fingertip go so Akiteru’s able to
retreat his hand, but instead the older brother decides to let it brush over
Kei’s soft, curly hair.
“Ever… did this?”
“What?”, Kei asks, cocking an eyebrow, smirking, hands trailing over Akiteru’s
neck while his knee between Akiteru’s legs twitches. “Kissed someone?”
“N-no”, Akiteru stutters, feeling like an imbecile when the fucking words won’t
just leave his mouth. “Did someone… with your mouth?”
“You mean if I’ve sucked someone off?”
“Kei!”
“Stop yelling my name!”, Kei insists, thumbing over his brother’s jaw, while
Akiteru lets his hands fall onto Kei’s back, loosely interlocking his fingers.
“I thought you’re the elder one. You’re supposed to talk properly about those
things.”
Akiteru’s upper lip curls, and Kei thumbs over it, flattens it until Akiteru’s
face was neutral again.
“Yeah I did”, Kei finally admits, and something inside Akiteru pops, some
bubble filled with expectancy, and he can’t quite assess how to deal with this.
“Just once, and it was…”
“Weird?”
“Uncomfortable.”
“Who was it?” Kei eyed Akiteru, eyebrow lifts.
“Doesn’t matter”, Kei says, and presses Akiteru’s lips open with his thumb,
examining the movements meticulously, like Akiteru’s an experiment he needs to
protocol.
“It does matter to me”, Akiteru mumbles against the intrusion, and Kei uses the
opportunity to slip his thumb further in, touching his brother’s incisors and
tongue, making him taste Kei’s sweetish, dry skin and the bluntness of his
nail.
“But not to me”, Kei says, and leans forward, so Akiteru feels his moist exhale
against his earlobe. “I wanted only you, anyways.”
“You just can’t blurt out something like this”, Akiteru sighs, muffled, tongue
fighting against Kei’s thumb, and Kei retreats it a moment later to kiss
Akiteru again, deeply, his tongue taking the same way his thumb took earlier.
Akiteru breaks the kiss a moment later, worriedly. “Please, take it back.”
“I won’t”, Kei says, stubbornly, kissing Akiteru again, and the older brother
wonders why he’s still restraining himself so much. Kei wants it, Akiteru wants
it, so what’s the problem? There’s a fuckton of problems, his brain answers,
and a whole armada of fuck you’s emit from his heart, limbs and dick. His brain
is clearly outnumbered, and Akiteru gives in to the urges of his body, scoots
upwards again and draws Kei with him, fumbling and wriggling until Kei sits on
his older brother’s lap, lips still pressed against lips, heads tilted to the
side and hands literally everywhere. Akiteru cannot stop, cannot keep himself
from touching Kei, kissing Kei, imagining all the dirty things they could do
tonight, they could do in a position like this.
“Tell me”, Akiteru whispers, against Kei’s lips, fingers slipping under his
cute dinosaur shirt, “Who was it? Who has deflowered pretty little Kei?”
“Deflowered?”, Kei chuckles, “are you eighty?”
“Answer the question, Kei”, Akiteru hums against Kei’s neck, and he smirks when
he notices the goosebumps showing themselves at the places he kisses.
“If you're intend to piss me off then there're faster ways”, Kei snides, and
even though it seems as if they’re a horse’s hair away from arguing their
movements tell otherwise. Kei lets his hands slip under Akiteru’s night shirt,
and nudged him until he lifts his arms for Kei to remove the redundant piece of
clothing. Kei lets his hands glide along the valleys and hills of his brother’s
smooth chest, and eyes him curiously.
“Haven’t you heard about dirty talk?”, Akiteru asks to split the odd silence,
and Kei only hums as an answer. He leans down, bends his long back and places a
kiss against Akiteru’s chest, right below his right ribcage, and then trails
upwards, flicks his tongue against the nipple, smirks when Akiteru’s breath
hitches. Kei places more kisses against his brother’s bare skin, almost too
soft, too inappropriately cute in this situation, where Akiteru’s mind was full
with need and want and filthy pictures that ought to become reality tonight.
Akiteru’s exhale flutters again when Kei lets his mouth trail upwards, to his
brother’s ear, nibbling at the earlobe just long enough to show Akiteru what
could await him if he would just let go of all his stupid self-imposed
restraints.
“That’s supposed to be dirty talk, gramps?”, Kei asks, sultry, and Akiteru’s
heart leapt against his chest.
“Y-yeah?”, Akiteru asks, and fears that Kei’s question wasn’t entirely
informative. Kei flicks his tongue against Akiteru’s earlobe, takes it in his
mouth and sucks, before he lets go to talk again, silently, sultry.
“Let me show you how that’s done the right way, Nii-chan.” Kei hadn't said the
honorific since they both had still been kids, and it stirs something deep
inside Akiteru up, some old, long forgotten, dusted kink Kei knew exactly that
was there. “What’s wrong, Nii-chan?”, Kei asks, playfully, and Akiteru hums
like an electric engine.
“Fuck, don’t do that”, Akiteru says, and adds “calling me like that”, when Kei
sends him a questioning glance.
“Why not?”, Kei asks, knowing exactly why not, and Akiteru draws him into a
wanton kiss, gentleness slowly seeping out the window. Kei nudged his knee
closer, and Akiteru growls, yanking Kei sideways so he’s the one flattened
against the bedsheets now.
“So eager”, Kei coos, and Akiteru blushes furiously, distracting them by
kissing Kei again and again, as if he fears that Kei would be gone any moment
now. This feels so strange, so new, so satisfying, and Akiteru wants more,
more, more.
“I feel slightly overdressed”, Kei says blandly when Akiteru pulls his shirt’s
collar aside to place kisses onto his collarbone, and the older brother spares
no moment and disposes Kei of his shirt, cute dinosaurs fluttering to the
carpet. Akiteru touches Kei, touches him everywhere at once, and much to his
delight he notices the bulge in Kei’s loose pants, wants to touch there, too.
“Kei, I –“, Akiteru stutters, not able to convert his needs into words, but Kei
understands nonetheless.
“How far do you want to go?”, Kei asks suddenly, and Akiteru draws his head
back, to look into his brother’s golden eyes.
“What I want”, Akiteru says, sighing, “is way too much to ask from you.”
“And… if I do? Want you to say it?” Kei slips his legs from under his brother,
and slides them apart, so that Akiteru can lay between them. Akiteru sits up on
his knees a bit, much like did earlier this night when he was alone, and an
excited shiver runs through his body.
“You don’t want to hear.”
“I do”, Kei insists, and his hips twitch against Akiteru, if voluntary or not
he doesn’t know. “We’ve gone this far, Aki, and I want you to tell me what you
want when you see me. Please.”
Oh god, Kei’s begging. When’s the last time you’ve heard him begging?
Akiteru notices the way Kei’s hips twitch once again, waving against him in
small, hushed movements, and Akiteru understands now that Kei also wants more,
more, more. Akiteru’s not pressuring him to do anything, Kei want all this by
himself. It’s not Akiteru’s fault just because he's the older brother.
Akiteru leans down, kisses Kei’s jaw, his neck and ear, and hums in delight
while he presses his hips against Kei, and makes him moan silently.
“I want to kiss you”, Akiteru says, doing exactly that. “And bite you.” He
nudges his teeth into his brother’s warm flesh, and wonders if there was ever
someone else before who’d claimed this spot. “And eat you if I could.” Kei’s
fingernails pinch his sides when Akiteru wanders down, down to Kei’s nipples,
sucking one between his lips and letting it go with a small pop. “I want to
suck you, everywhere I can.”
Kei seems to suppress a whimper when Akiteru trails his tongue further down,
dips it into his belly button, licks it until Kei can no longer keep his hips
from shrugging upwards, and Akiteru pressed his brother down to keep him
steady, to take control for himself at least this once. “I want to hear you,
Kei.”
“We’re not exactly alone here”, Kei says, and Akiteru remembers that he is
right. Their parents are just down the hallway, maybe sleeping, but if they
make too much noise – too much noise with each other – they will hear, and then
they will know, and both their tiny little worlds will shatter into pieces.
“If you have to scream I’ll gladly shut you off”, Akiteru says with a smirk and
Kei shudders deliciously under his grasp. “Do you want me to make you scream?”
“Aki –“, Kei gasps, but it’s the only coherent word he’s able to say before
Akiteru shifts down, towards Kei’s groin, and presses his lips against Kei’s
arousal. Kei tries to lift his hips, to work against the friction, but his
brother holds him, presses him against the mattress and bites into the cloth of
Kei’s pajama pants.
“I want to see you”, Akiteru says, and Kei exhales with a stutter when he sees
Akiteru slipping his thumbs under his pants’ seam, pulling down the cloth
enough to see the pattern of Kei’s underwear. “Want to see every inch of you.”
Then, take it off”, Kei proposes, and Akiteru  wonders if Kei was always this
open regarding his body. They shift and Kei wriggles his hips, until Akiteru’s
able to pull his pants down, until Kei’s lying there solely in his loose
boxers, the thin cloth stretching over Kei’s erection enough to make Akiteru’s
mouth water. He’s about to rip off that last restriction, his tongue peeking
out between his lips like he’s about to solve a difficult math problem while
Kei eyes him with unabashed desire, when suddenly a creaking noise coming from
the hallway makes both of them freeze, two pairs of eyes darting to the door.
Faint footsteps make their way towards Akiteru’s room, and as silently as
possible Kei wrestles Akiteru aside and slides down the bed, into the shadows
behind the wardrobe, holding his breath until he realizes the footsteps make
their way towards further down the hallway, to the bathroom. Getting caught in
flagranti by their mother, with Akiteru’s hands down Kei’s pants – there’s
probably no faster way to elicit a family drama that ends with Kei lying on
some psychiatrist’s couch until he’s eighty.
The footsteps come, stay absent, and go, and Kei feels as if he hasn’t inhaled
for about ten minutes. He comes out of his petty hideout, and sits down on the
edge of Akiteru’s bed, presses his palms into his eyes and groans in
exhaustion.
“That was – fucking close”, he murmurs, and feels the bed shift until Akiteru
kneels behind him, his hands cautiously sliding over Kei’s hip, as if Akiteru’s
not sure if he’s still allowed to touch his brother like that. He nuzzles his
nose into Kei’s neck, and the way Kei tilts his head to the other side feels
like a nonverbal permission to continue where they’d been interrupted. Kei
turns his head to catch Akiteru’s lips in a lopsided kiss, and Akiteru slides
his hands over Kei’s flat stomach, his hipbones, the thin trail of blond hair
leading into Kei’s underwear. Akiteru has an idea, and nudges Kei until he
comprehends, and climbs onto the bed until he’s able to kneel, with his back
still turned towards Akiteru who's kneeling behind him.
“Aki”, Kei breathes out, and to his brother’s ears it’s sensual, pleading
almost, and Akiteru lets his hand slide lower, lower, until he’s cupping Kei’s
arousal, hanging heavy and throbbing between his legs, clothed in only his
patterned boxers. Akiteru massages Kei’s length, surprised and a tad jealous
that Kei’s already that hard again after their little interruption. Kei rolls
his back and ass against Akiteru, in slow, languid movements, and Akiteru lets
out a shuddered breath when he hears Kei moan softly. Akiteru’s free hand roams
around Kei’s body, twists his delicate nipples, pinches his hipbones and makes
his way towards Kei’s ass. His hand slides further down, past the muscular
cheek, and into the leg of his pants, and he cups his brother’s ass, kneads the
juvenile skin while he places hot kisses against Kei’s jaw, his neck and
shoulder. Kei sighs out a whiny noise, and Akiteru’s pretty sure Kei’s
embarrassed as hell about it, but he doesn’t know how fucking aroused Akiteru
gets by hearing that.
“Aki”, Kei sighs, and Akiteru bites softly into his brother’s shoulder, makes
Kei bend his back in both pain and pleasure. Kei’s hand darts behind him,
grabbing his brother by his shoulders, arms, hair, whatever he’s able to grasp,
and then they slide down, behind Kei’s back, and grope Akiteru through his
pants, making the older brother groan against the younger one’s shoulder.
“Kei – I - I can’t – anymore”, Akiteru says through clenched teeth, and spares
Kei no more moment before his hand is diving down Kei’s boxers, and grab his
length, pumping it in a testing manner. Kei rocks his hips against Akiteru, and
lets his head fall backwards, with open mouth and closed eyes, and Akiteru
drinks the sight in before he strokes Kei’s cock harder, faster, feels hot
drops of precum coating his fingers.
“Then, then do it”, Kei gasps, and rocks his hips back, flush against his
brother’s arousal, and works his palm against Akiteru as much as he’s able in
that position. “Just like this, like –“
“O-okay”, Akiteru puffs out, and shuffles on his knees, draws his underwear
aside until Kei's able to touch his bare erection, thick and throbbing and
oozing with precum. Kei strokes him, once twice, and dips his thumb into the
slit, makes Akiteru pant through his teeth against Kei’s shoulderblade. Despite
Kei’s delicious grip around his length Akiteru lets his hips shrug forward,
against Kei’s ass, and he groans when his cock slides into the gap between
Kei’s legs, implicating exactly what they’re up to do. Akiteru shoves Kei’s
boxers aside, enough for him to feel Kei’s ass against his cock, and he’s
worried that he comes, just like this.
“You’re going to prep me?”, Kei asks with an exasperated smirk, and Akiteru
lays his forehead against Kei’s back, puffs out constricted breaths for a
moment, then he’s leaning away from Kei only to return to the same position a
moment later, with a bottle in his hands, popping it open and coating his
fingers with the slick fluid.
“Kei, tell me if it’s too much”, he says, then he pulls Kei’s boxers further
aside, and circuits Kei’s entrance with his middle finger’s tip, while he
places soothing kisses against Kei’s shoulder and neck.
“IT’s – it’s fine”, Kei huffs, “I’ve prepared my-myself a bit earlier – god…!”
Akiteru’s heart leaps viciously against his chest, and when he slides his slick
finger inside his brother’s heat he realizes that Kei had indeed prepared
himself properly. The thought about Kei with his fingers knuckle-deep inside
his hole makes Akiteru’s breath shudder, and his cock twitch in utter
anticipation. Akiteru adds another finger shortly after, and a third, and then,
when Kei’s panting and shivering under Akiteru’s grasp, he’s twisting them deep
inside his brother’s heat, curls them against Kei’s prostate like he knows it’s
pleasant, and Kei’s moan breaks into a toneless cry.
“Aki – Aki, enough”, Kei gasps, and fumbles shivering hands around Akiteru’s
throbbing cock, and Akiteru complies, pulls his fingers away slowly, until
they’re out and Kei’s empty, ready and willing for Akiteru’s cock. “Please,
plea –“, Kei whimpers, broken off by Akiteru pumping his cock languidly, and
presses his own against Kei’s entrance, breaching the twitching muscle slowly,
inch by inch, until he’s about halfway in, and withdraws his hand from around
Kei’s cock to press his palms against Kei’s hip, eager to push him flush
against his front. Kei gasps and chokes on his own breath, and for a short
moment Akiteru fears that it’s too fast, too much pain for Kei to handle. He’s
about to pull out, slowly, but Kei’s hand darts down, to clench around
Akiteru’s wrist, making him hold his movement.
“Don’t”, he says, constricted, “don’t pull out, don’t – please, I’m fine –“
“You’re in pain”, Akiteru states, but Kei shakes his head hastily.
“No, I’m – it’s good, great – Aki, please – I can bear it, please, don’t stop.”
Kei takes a deep breath, and Akiteru moves his hips again, slower, with more
caution, and adds another dollop of lube to make this more tolerable for Kei.
He’s allowing Akiteru to fuck him, despite all the reasons he shouldn’t, and
Akiteru’s not gonna hurt Kei just because he’s not able to keep his libido in
check.
“I love you, Kei”, Akiteru murmurs against Kei’s shoulder, and one hand slides
down to embrace Kei’s leaking cock, stroking him, loosely enough to keep him
from coming but tight enough to distract him from any pain Akiteru’s causing.
“I love you, love you…”
“Love you too”, Kei says under his breath, and now he’s relaxing in Akiteru’s
hold, still panting and looking like a true mess, but Akiteru knows that it’s
fine to continue, to push deeper into his brother’s striking heat. Kei bends
his back deliciously, and pushes his ass against Akiteru, until finally, their
hips are flush against each other’s, until Akiteru’s finally fully sheathed
inside Kei, inside his little baby brother that means more than the world to
him. He wheezes, and cocks a lopsided grin, happy and completely at ease,
forehead pressed between Kei’s sweaty shoulderblades.
“You can – you can move”, Kei says after a moment, and Akiteru notices how his
lips twitch into a half smile. “Move, Aki, I’m begging you –“
And Akiteru moves, and Kei gasps out a noise that’s almost too loud to not get
unnoticed. Akiteru’s praying to whatever pervy gods are listening that their
mom's fast asleep, and that their little incestuous secret stays well-kept, for
now and for all time.
“Ah – Aki…!” Kei breathes out shakily, and rolls his back like a stretching
cat, ass bumping against Akiteru in a manner that enables Akiteru to go even
deeper, to drive his cock even more into his brother’s slick hole. Akiteru’s
hands dart upwards, to where Kei’s nipples are hard and pink, and he twists
them between his fingers, brushing his palms over his brother’s chest, until
something inside Akiteru snaps and he shoves Kei face-forward into the sheets,
earning a breathless yelp from Kei.
“I’m so – I’m so sorry”, Akiteru growls, and then he’s pulling out almost
completely and drives back in up to the hilt, so deep that Kei has to cry out
in the blanket to keep his voice as silent as possible. Akiteru grabs Kei by
the waist, savors his brother’s beautifully shaped hip and ass for a moment,
and admires the way his cock is buried inside him, sucked in deep by his
brother’s pulsing hole. He pulls out and pushes inside, with languid movements,
to give Kei the time to adjust to this new angle, and Kei’s not complaining,
just clenches his hands into the sheets and bends his back beautifully, until
his chest lies almost flush against the bed. Akiteru has had a few lovers in
his life, but no one comes close to Kei. He’s so obliging, so willing, so eager
to let Akiteru pound his hole as deep as he can, and the noises he makes, the
growls and gasps and moans into the pillow are music to Akiteru’s ears. Akiteru
sighs out a shuddery breath and leans forward, gently placing a hand between
Kei’s shoulderblades, and watches himself pulling out and sinking back deep
into Kei, until the tell-tale heat begins to accumulate inside his lower
abdomen, making his cock twitch and hips become unsteady.
“Kei, I – I, ah”, he’s able to vocalize, and sees Kei grab a handful of the
blanket, turning around to look at Akiteru. The way Kei looks – devastated,
with messy hair and tear-filled eyes, panting open-mouthed makes Akiteru’s
mouth dry. That Kei is willing to give him so, so much of himself, that he’s
ready to show Akiteru his most vulnerable side is almost enough to drive
Akiteru over the edge. He leans down, and kisses Kei as much as he’s able to,
sloppily and with too much saliva, but he wants to be close to Kei, wants to
crawl under his brother’s skin and stay there until doomsday, and again he’s
acting out of sheer instinct. Carefully, he pulls out, and winces when Kei
whines out in desperation. He flicks Kei around to lie on his back and fiddles
Kei’s soaked underwear off his legs in a haze, destined to be as close as
possible without a lot of interruption. Akiteru looks down, and drinks in the
way Kei’s panting, with his heaving chest and hazy eyes, and his grabby hands
trying to pull Akiteru closer again. Kei’s completely naked, bare beneath his
brother, and it’s the best thing Akiteru has ever seen in his young life. He
leans forward to place tender kisses against Kei’s chest, his neck and jaw, and
lines his length up with Kei’s entrance, in a lust-induced frenzy, raring to
fuck his little brother and finally push both of them over the edge. He waits a
moment for Kei to steady his breath, and drives his cock inside his brother’s
pulsating heat, making Kei gasp out in surprise.
“You’re so hot, Kei”, Akiteru murmurs against Kei’s chest, and faintly notices
Kei wrapping his legs around his waist, eager to push Akiteru deeper, deeper.
“So – so hot, so warm.” Akiteru’s hips stutter against Kei’s ass, and he falls
down to lean on his elbows, breathes hot against Kei’s neck while Kei lets his
hand slide down between them to grab his own cock.
“I’m – Aki, I’m close”, Kei puffs out, and clenches his legs hard around
Akiteru’s waist. Akiteru, convinced that an overwhelming orgasm is the least he
can do for Kei shifts his weight fully onto his right arm and reaches downwards
with the other, swats Kei’s shivering hand away and pumps his cock in the half-
hearted rhythm of his own thrusts. Only, one, two more strokes and the pounding
of cock into Kei’s clenching heat is everything Kei needs to come with a
toneless shudder, spilling over Akiteru’s fist and their stomachs. Kei’s hole
constricts around Akiteru’s cock, pulsates and suddenly the older brother’s
thrown over the edge before he’s really prepared. He comes with a growl against
Kei’s neck, bites into his brother’s delicious flesh and presses against Kei so
viciously that Kei has to grip the bedsheets to maintain his position. Akiteru
pushes his dick into his brother’s slick heat again, slower, shallow, until
he’s able to feel his toes again. A tingling inside his ears almost cuts off
Kei’s gasps for breath, and when Akiteru’s able to focus again he sees his
brother grinning in complete bliss. Akiteru pulls out, cautiously, and both
brothers hiss in the process, entirely overstimulated but so, so deeply
satisfied with the evening’s turn of events. Akiteru lets his boneless body
flop down next to Kei, and the younger brother looks at the ceiling, with foggy
eyes, naked and perfectly fine with it. A large bruise begins to show itself on
his neck, and Akiteru wonders if it's possible to hide that properly.
“Kei that”, Akiteru begins, and is surprised by his own husky voice, “That
was…”
“Yeah”, Kei says, in loss for proper words, and rolls on his side to look at
Akiteru. His blissfulness makes way for a pensive glance, and Akiteru’s
inclined to see tenderness in it, care almost. “I’m… in loss for words, I
guess.”
“That’s two firsts in one day”, Akiteru says, earning a pout and a fist bumping
his shoulder in return. Akiteru grabs Kei’s fingers, and intertwines them with
his own. There’s that question lying on his tongue, and by the way Kei looks at
him he wants to ask the same.
“And now?”
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