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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      モブサイコ100_|_Mob_Psycho_100
  Relationship:
      Kageyama_Ritsu/Suzuki_Shou, Kageyama_Ritsu/Kageyama_"Mob"_Shigeo
  Character:
      Kageyama_"Mob"_Shigeo, Kageyama_Ritsu, Suzuki_Shou
  Additional Tags:
      dub-con, almost_a_threesome, Incest_but_Not_Actually, Shigeo_doesn't
      touch_Ritsu, Voyeurism, Non-Consensual_Voyeurism, Sneaky_kisses,
      overprotective_sibling, Protecting_Innocence, Established_Relationship,
      Virgins_Everywhere, First_Time_Blow_Jobs
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-23 Chapters: 1/2 Words: 7563
****** ただいま ******
by circus_lights_(dividedheart)
Summary
     Ritsu thinks he's home alone, so Shou comes over.
     Alternatively:
     Shou 8:01 PM: hmm
     Shou 8:02 PM: are ur parents home
     KAGEYAMA RITSU 8:14 PM: No. I’m alone.
     Shou 8:14 PM: haha oh my god home alone on a friday night
     Shou 8:15 PM: hb i come over
     Shou 8:15 PM: :eggplant: :tongue: :eggplant:
Notes
     hey why is this so long tho
See the end of the work for more notes
Ritsu’s parents aren’t home when he gets back from school.
They won a trip in the mail—they had wondered if it was a scam, but it turned
out to be real. They’re at an onsen for the weekend, free of charge. There’s a
sense of déjà vu accompanied by the convenient absence of his parents, but he
doesn’t really mind. He never gets time to himself. He can relax, maybe. Watch
a movie. Read a book.
Shigeo is at work helping Reigen out, so when Ritsu enters the empty house he
knows there’s no need to call out. A sense of creeping loneliness makes his
skin itch. Reigen shouldn’t need Shigeo’s help anymore since he has both
Serizawa and Ekubo, but he still calls him out all the time anyway. Ritsu
throws his bag to the floor of his room with an unusual irritation prickling
under his skin.
He heads into the living room and sits down at the couch and contemplates what
kind of movie he wants to watch—the idea of a drama soundsgood right now—but he
finds that he doesn’t want to watch a movie at all. He settles on dinner,
heating up the yakisoba his mother had made for them to eat over the weekend
and eats in silence, alone. He looks at the clock. It’s half past six, and
Shigeo still isn’t home. He probably won’t be for a while, then.
After cleaning Ritsu ends up upstairs, where he usually spends his evenings
anyway. He was never capable of truly relaxing. Nothing lazy feels good to do,
so he settles on doing his homework. There’s not a lot, and he finishes it
quickly, moving to the next subject with ease. If Shigeo was home, then he’d
offer to study with him—but he’s not. Ritsu continues working in silence,
feeling restlessness stir in his heart. Being alone all evening isn’t turning
out to be as exciting as he thought it would.
Afterwards, he’s lounging on his bed and reading a book—not for school,
shockingly—when his phone buzzes.
Ritsu rolls his eyes, but finds himself smiling anyway. He doesn't get texts
often. There’s only one person that could be.
 
Shou 7:45 PM: wat u doin
KAGEYAMA RITSU 7:46 PM: I’m reading.
Shou 7:46 PM: wow living it up as per usual
Shou 7:46 PM: its friday nite u arent doing anything??
KAGEYAMA RITSU 7:47 PM: No, nothing in particular.
 
Ritsu waits for a response, but there’s an eerie silence from the other end. He
sighs, plugging his phone in to charge. He goes down to make a cup of tea and
returns to his phone lighting up with messages again.
 
Shou 8:01 PM: hmm
Shou 8:02 PM: are ur parents home
KAGEYAMA RITSU 8:04 PM: No. I’m alone.
Shou 8:04 PM: haha oh my god home alone on a friday night
Shou 8:05 PM: hb i come over
Shou 8:05 PM: :eggplant: :tongue: :eggplant:
 
Ritsu doesn’t have a damn clue what that means. It takes him a while to decode
Shou’s cryptic message before he replies to his text. His heart is in his
mouth.
 
KAGEYAMA RITSU 8:10 PM: My brother will be home soon.
Shou 8:11 PM: im omw
KAGEYAMA RITSU 8:12 PM: Do NOT come over.
Shou 8:14 PM: shuld i fly, teleport, or take the train
KAGEYAMA RITSU 8:15 PM: All of those are bad and not good.
 
Despite his multiple warnings, Shou is intent on visiting him with less than
pure intent. It makes Ritsu’s gut clench and unclench nervously; his hands feel
weirdly clammy where he holds onto his phone. They’ll be alone.
A combination of a lack of privacy and shyness has held them back from
exploring each other. While Ritsu finds it impossible to even kiss when there’s
the tiniest chance someone might walk in on them, Shou is inexorably shameless.
He constantly insists on sticking his hands down Ritsu’s pants every chance he
gets.
Ritsu had never pegged him as such a needy person; the amount of times that
he’s had to swat prying hands away from him has, in his eyes, brought Shou’s
antics from endearing, although annoying, to infuriating.
But now they have a chance to be alone, and the idea is tempting; it sends
butterflies swarming in his stomach. Ritsu might have rejected him out of
habit, but he really wouldn’t mind it if Shou tapped on his window and came
inside right now.
Downstairs, the front door opens and closes, bringing him out of his reverie.
Ritsu flies out of bed, nearly knocking his cup of tea over in the process. He
thunders down the stairs and nearly runs straight into his brother, who looks
to be more out of sorts than usual—his usually neat hair is sticking up in
places, dirt smudged on his uniform and cheek.
“Brother,” Ritsu’s voice nearly cracks, conflicting emotions making him falter.
He’s glad to see him, but it also feels like there’s rocks in his stomach. His
disappointment is crushing. “What—what happened?”
“Some spirits were more troublesome than we expected,” Shigeo says, dropping
his bag by the entrance way as he toes his shoes off.
“You’re covered in dirt,” Ritsu points out, mildly exasperated.
“Oh,” Shigeo says, and then, “Yes. We exorcised a lot of spirits today,” said
as if he thought he had already explained himself well enough.
“Why don’t you go clean up while I heat up dinner?” He suggests, trying to
sound concerned and caring while also tilting his head to look past Shigeo, out
the window. “You must be tired.”
“I will. Thank you.” His brother gives him a tiny, precious smile, and then
heads upstairs, leaving Ritsu feeling weirdly guilty.
After he’s sure what he’s hearing is the sound of the water running in the
washroom, Ritsu races upstairs and snatches up his phone from where he’d flung
it onto his bed. There’s no new messages from Shou.
 
KAGEYAMA RITSU 8:21 PM: My brother just got home.
KAGEYAMA RITSU 8:21 PM: Don’t think we’re doing anything.
 
He gets no response.
Ritsu heads down to do as he’d told his brother he would, quietly preparing
yakisoba and rice, hoping his brother doesn’t intend on staying up too late
tonight. Ritsu isn’t hungry, having already eaten, and he’s sure his appetite
isn’t going to come back when he’s so nervous, so he only prepares enough for
one person.
By the time Shigeo is entering the kitchen with a towel wrapped around his
neck, Ritsu has the food out on the table for him and is pouring him a glass of
milk. Surprised by all the fuss but not one to complain, Shigeo sits down.
“Where’s yours?”
“I already ate,” Ritsu shrugs, leaning against the counter as his big brother
scoops up rice and chews, thoughtful and slow. It’s never irritated him before,
but he feels suddenly impatient, watching him eat so unhurriedly.
“Oh. Right.” Shigeo keeps eating at that same pace, glancing at the clock. “It
is pretty late.”
“You didn’t get hurt, did you?” Ritsu asks, and it’s a genuine question, said
with real concern.
“No. I’m fine. Master might have hurt his ankle, though, running away like
that.”
He fights the intense desire to rail the con artist or fire back a witty
remark, but “naturally,” still comes out anyway. Ritsu’s phone buzzes in his
pocket, and he scrambles to check it. His franticity draws Shigeo’s attention,
but he doesn’t say a word, just watches him from the table.
 
Shou 8:42 PM: r u fkin kidding me
 
Well, Ritsu thinks idly, if he’s not here already, then he probably chose the
train.
 
KAGEYAMA RITSU 8:42 PM: No. Too late, sorry.
Shou 8:42 PM: better late than never
KAGEYAMA RITSU 8:42 PM: Do you ever listen?
Shou 8:43 PM: what sorry i cant hear you
KAGEYAMA RITSU 8:43 PM: We’re texting, though.
Shou 8:44 PM: we shuld sext instead u kno as prep
 
Ritsu can’t even justify that with a response, settling on hiding his flush and
shoving his phone in his pocket.
“Ritsu?” His brother asks, clearly concerned.
“It’s nothing,” he says, and he clears his throat with a forced cough and
shakes his head. “Um, I’m going to head up to bed. I don’t feel so well.”
“Oh. That’s too bad. Feel better soon.”
Shigeo continues on eating as Ritsu traipses upstairs, careful to be slow and
quiet. As soon as he’s in his room, he locks the door and flips his phone open.
 
Shou 8:46 PM: window or front door
KAGEYAMA RITSU 8:46 PM: WINDOW. Do NOT knock on the front door
 
Ritsu sits on his bed and plugs his phone back in, wiping his sweaty palms on
his pants. He doesn’t know why he locked the door to his room, or why he’s so
nervous, or why he told Shou to use the window instead of the front door.
There’s nothing they can do when Shigeo is home, not even if Ritsu wanted to.
It’s more disappointing than he expected it to be.
A knock at his window startles him out of his daze and he twists around. Shou
is floating outside, a smug grin on his face and a hand pressed against the
glass.
Ritsu picks his way across the room, careful to be quiet. He unlatches the
window and lifts it up. Shou doesn’t say a word—just leans in between Ritsu’s
raised arms and kisses him on the lips.
Ritsu jerks back with an indignant scowl, gesturing for him to come in. Shou
smiles, clearly proud of himself, and floats inside, landing on Ritsu’s bed
with a hum of interest.
“So, where’s your—“
“Keep your voice down,” Ritsu hisses, closing the window and locking it. It’s
not like his big brother is particularly sensitive to noise, but they’re alone
in the house and he can’t disguise anything with the excuse that it was one of
their parents.
“Where’s your bro?” Shou tries again in a whisper, kicking his feet up on the
bed while he crosses his arms behind his head.
“Downstairs eating dinner,” Ritsu sighs, undoing Shou’s laces and pulling his
shoes off his feet, tucking them neatly in the corner. Shou doesn’t say
anything, for once complying quietly, and Shigeo hasn’t come knocking; there’s
nothing to worry about. The sense of further disappointment is peculiar.
“Hm,” Is all Shou says, watching as Ritsu sits down on the edge of the bed.
The silence stretches thin and grows quickly awkward. Unless Ritsu asked for
quiet, Shou would usually natter on and on—and even though Ritsu has warned him
to stay silent, it’s not like he’s told him he can’t talk at all. He places his
hands in his lap and averts his gaze, somehow speechless.
Shou sits up, still without saying anything, and positions himself beside
Ritsu. He leans in with a whisper. “What’re you pouting for?”
“Huh? I’m not…”
“C’mon. We can still do something. Just have to be quiet, ” Shou murmurs, arm
sneaking around Ritsu’s shoulders. He doesn’t shake him off. Usually, he would.
He should.But he doesn’t.
“We can’t,” he says, but it’s reluctant, like pulling teeth. Shou catches on
quickly.
“You’re disappointed, aren’t you?” He sounds giddy. Heat prickles up Ritsu’s
nape, a tingling sort of irritation, laced with what might be excitement. He
shrugs away from Shou’s intruding touch.
“I’m not,” he snaps. “Even if he wasn’t home, we wouldn’t…” The tips of his
ears feel hot.
Shou’s hand slides down to rest at the small of his back, and it’s worse. More
invasive. “You sure about that? You seem bummed out, man.”
“Yes. I’m completely sure.”
Shou withdraws for a moment, and then pats Ritsu’s thigh, giving it a firm
squeeze. The confident touch makes him flush. He thinks he’ll get what he wants
like this, and Ritsu absolutely doesn’t want to give it to him.
“Really?” The bated whisper against the shell of his ear sends a shiver down
his spine.
“Yes,” Ritsu says, but his voice cracks; it’s not convincing at all. He feels
his resolve crumble as Shou laughs, a hot puff of air that ghosts across his
nape, sending goosebumps up and down his arms.
“You’re really cute tonight,” Shou leans in, pressing warm, moist lips against
Ritsu’s neck, a soft kiss. He can’t help himself; he gives an involuntary sigh
and tilts his head back to give Shou access.
“—Wow. Maybe I should invite myself over more often.”
“No. That’s a horrible…” Ritsu trails off, eyes fluttering shut as Shou latches
onto his skin, sucking gently, but firmly. It’s disconcertingly good—he has to
wonder where he learned that. “Horrible idea.” He finishes lamely, fidgeting,
bringing his knees together. Shou’s lips trail across his throat, mouthing at
his skin, sucking wetly at his pulse point. Ritsu’s breath hitches and he bites
his lower lip, lashes fluttering shut. It’s indecent, but that indecency is
thrilling in itself.
He hears Shigeo climbing the stairs and his stomach drops.
Shou pulls away before Ritsu can shove him aside. They catch their breath and
stare into each other’s eyes as his brother’s footsteps pad past his room. A
door creaks open, and then closes. There’s no noise other than that, but Ritsu
stays frozen in place for a long moment after. Shou doesn’t say anything.
Ritsu exhales after listening for a while, feeling exhausted. “… we can’t.”
“Are you saying you can’t stay quiet?” Shou asks, tilting his head. It’s said
teasingly—he’s trying to provoke him. Ritsu knows that, but it still works.
“I can,but it’s still dangerous!” he hisses, flustered. “Anything could
happen!”
“S’not like your big bro’s unpredictable, right? He’ll probably stay in his
room and go to bed, like you. Even if he heard somethin’, he’d probably ignore
it and think you were jerkin’ off.”
Ritsu averts his eyes, embarrassed. The mention of hands in pants shouldn’t
make his heart skip a beat, but it does. “It’s not so simple.”
“Don’t tell me you’re afraidhe’s gonna hear,” Shou says, and he’s the one to
scowl this time. “Like. What do you think’s gonna happen, he’s gonna get mad?
He doesn’t seem the type—“
“He wouldn’t be mad,” Ritsu mumbles. “But how would I explainthat to him? He’s…
if he were to walk in... I can’t do that to him.”
Shou snorts. “What, you’re worried you’re gonna ruin his innocence or
something?”
Ritsu is silent. Shou stares at him imploringly, and then groans, exasperated.
“Are you serious?”
“Shut up! You’re not the one who would have to live with the aftermath! And
stop talking so loudly!”
“All you have to do is be quiet,” Shou sounds terribly serious. His hand is
very much still on Ritsu’s leg. It squeezes his thigh, creeping upward. “Not
that I want you to be, but…”
“We… we can’t,” Ritsu’s resolve is crumbling. “Shou…”
The redhead returns to kissing his neck, lathering him in attention. It’s so
unlike Ritsu to be so weak to this; he’d usually slap his hands away and snap
at him, but there’s something in the air tonight, something that gets him
spreading his legs and complying, reactions earnest and open.
It’s a bit hard to admit to himself that he wants this just as much as Shou
does.
It’s embarrassing how little it takes for him to get hard. Shou continues to
kiss lower and lower until he’s tugging his shirt aside to reach Ritsu’s
collarbone, hand groping the softness of Ritsu’s inner thigh, steadily getting
closer to his hardness.
Shou pulls away, and Ritsu whimpers for lacking. He forgets to scowl and fuss,
even as Shou pushes him down on the bed crawls over him, sticking his hands
under his shirt to slide it up and over Ritsu’s head. He doesn’t even try to
protest.
Shou’s hands feel him up, groping his chest; he can’t seem to touch him enough.
It’s a greedy debasement, but the rush of palms gliding over his skin inflames
him, and he arches into Shou’s hands. Shou hums in a mockery of thought,
thumbing over the pert buds of Ritsu’s nipples, sending a jolt throughout his
entire body.
Ritsu drops his mouth open and his head falls back against the pillows.
“Oh,” he breathes dumbly. Shou tilts his head, wordlessly amused; cruel, as he
is, he pinches and flicks Ritsu’s nipples under his fingers, eliciting a
startled cry from him.
Ritsu freezes up, slapping a palm over his mouth. He tilts his head to listen
for the sound of his brother in his room, but Shou doesn’t stop; he continues
to play roughly with his chest.
This shouldn’t be so good, Ritsu thinks, breath coming faster and harder as his
cock stiffens in his pants. It feels like he’s melting. The icy tingle of fear
intermingles with excitement and he spreads his legs, needily indulging in the
sensations tugging him from either direction.
“Holy shit,” Shou stifles a laugh. “You should see yourself right now.”
“Shut up, this is nothing—mm!”
Ritsu bites his lower lip as Shou leans into his chest, sucking and lapping at
the pert bud. The sensation of his tongue—hot, wet— coupled with the gentle
suction drives Ritsu crazy; thought is hard to come by, and even though he’s
aware he needs to stay quiet if they’re to remain undiscovered and
uninterrupted, he keeps making noises. Even with his lips pressed together in a
thin line, whimpers build in the back of his throat, coming out in nasally
exhales.
Shou leaves his nipple abused, red and swollen, and moves on to the next—Ritsu
thinks that’s enough, but his boyfriend continues to assault him with
sensation, and as much as Ritsu wants to tell him to stop he can’t.It’s
shameless how easily he indulges him.
Shou tugs at the drawstring of Ritsu’s sweats and tugs them down before
unzipping his own pants; Ritsu sees his own desperation mirrored in Shou, in
the fumbling of his usually skilled hands, in the flush of his cheeks. As
confident as he is, and as experienced as he pretends to be, Shou is succumbing
to this just as easily as Ritsu.
Cute, he thinks, right before Shou presses forward.
He ruts against him and Ritsu bucks underneath him, grinding up; their cocks
press together, and even through the rough fabric of their underwear, it’s
amazing. It’s so amazing. Stars burst behind his eyelids as they move together,
hips meeting in an inexperienced, offbeat rhythm. He wraps his arms around
Shou’s back and they kiss sloppily, tongues twining together and slurping
messily, inexpertly led by Shou.
They need to be quiet,Ritsu thinks, just as there’s a knock at his door.
The two espers pull away from each other with a wet smack, sharing a look.
Ritsu is horrified—Shou is mildly surprised, and nearly unimpressed.
“—Ritsu?”
“YES?” Ritsu chokes, blushing head to toe. Humiliation sears the back of his
neck. Shou begins to tug Ritsu’s boxers down, and he slaps his hand away,
giving him a pointed look. Not now!
“Are you alright? I heard a funny noise…”
“I’m f-fine! Just doing some stretches, that’s all—ah!”
Shou squeezes his clothed cock, irritated scowl replaced with a smug grin.
Ritsu claps a hand over his own mouth, mortified.
The door knob rattles.
“—are you okay, Ritsu?” His brother is calling, concerned. “Why is the door
locked?”
“Nothing, it’s nothing!” Ritsu squeaks, practically yelling at this point. He
gives Shou’s shoulder a hard shove, struggling to sit upright. His heart has
never beat so fast before, he’s sure. He’s not sure if the blood is leaving his
face or if it’s rushing to it—his embarrassment is so intense it’s dizzying.
“Knock it off!” he hisses, whisper barely audible.
Shou stifles a laugh, and Ritsu smacks him.
“I can sense another esper,” Shigeo says, and he sounds
resolute—firm—convicted. Horror settles around the two intertwined boys, and
then the door unlocks and flies open.
Shigeo stands in the doorway, a dumb look of blank surprise on his face.
Ritsu meets his big brother’s eyes with Shou’s hand on his dick and his chest
naked and he’s sure he’s going to die. He’s never been more mortified in his
entire life. The silence is thick enough to cut with a knife, and Shigeo
doesn’t move—nor does Ritsu. Neither brother can speak.
Shou shatters that silence.
“Are you kidding me,” he rasps, withdrawing and sitting upright, mirth having
warped well into anger. Ritsu can feel his hostility coming off him in
waves—his psychic aura makes the air prickle with tension. Shigeo is stiffly
staring; he says nothing in apology and makes no move to leave, and that only
incenses Shou. “Dude, get out.”
“What are you doing to my little brother?” Shigeo asks, and it’s empty; devoid
of passion, barely a question at all, more of a warning. Ritsu sweats.
“What am I doing?” Shou squeezes Ritsu’s cock. The jolt of sensation comes as
such a shock that he gives a gasp, blushing furiously as he shoves at Shou’s
shoulder, indignant anger burning low in his gut. “We’redoing a lot.”
“Don’t,” Ritsu pleads, bringing his knees together in a mockery of modesty.
“Just stop.Brother, can you please leave?”
Silence. Shigeo’s look of dispassion has twisted into discontent.
The air prickles with tension. Both Shou and Shigeo are completely hostile—any
chance for Ritsu to calmly hide his face and suffuse his embarrassment with a
murmured prayer is long gone.
“Get off of him.”
“No,” Shou snaps without hesitation. “Get lost already. We’re busy.”
“Stop,” Ritsu pleads, and neither of them look at him.  
“Get off of my little brother,” Shigeo says again, taking a step toward the
two. “Before I make you regret it.”
They’re fighting over him, he realizes. It makes his heart skip a beat; for
fury or for embarrassment, he’s not sure.
“Get out so I can get your little brother off,” Shou snarls.
Neither of them notice as Ritsu unlocks the window and opens it with his
psychic powers—they’re too absorbed in each other, locked in their show of
dominance.
“Listen to me,” he tries again. When they don’t even look at him, he decides
enough is enough.
Shou gets thrown out of his window with Ritsu’s psychic powers, glass trembling
as the window slams down after his disgraced exit. Ritsu directs his power
against his brother next, using just enough force to get him stumbling back and
out of his room. Then he slams the door shut and locks it.
Ritsu slumps on his bed, listening as Shou pounds on the glass and Shigeo
knocks on his door—one demanding, and one politely insistent.
“Ritsu,” Shigeo calls repeatedly, voice muffled from behind the door.
“Ritsu!” Shou yells, voice muffled from behind the glass.
“Get lost! Both of you!” He chokes, stumbling off his bed to find his shirt,
pulling up his pants as he goes. He’ll never live this down. Every time he
looks at his brother or Shou, he’ll remember this moment. With a flick of his
wrist, the curtains on his window are brought together. He can still hear Shou,
but at least he can’t see him.
“Ritsu,” His big brother continues to knock. “Ritsu.”
“What,” He asks, slumping against the wall and sliding down. This is the worst
moment of his entire life. Being beaten up and kidnapped was better.
“… sorry. I overstepped. If you still want to get off, I’ll—”
“No!” Ritsu shouts, face flushing. Those are words he never wanted to hear from
his big brother, of all people. Outside the window, Shou is suspiciously
silent. “Just—it’s okay. We shouldn’t have…”
Shigeo is silent; so is Shou. Ritsu wishes they would both leave, but that
would do little to absolve his embarrassment. Nothing will really expunge him
of this memory. He’ll die ashamed, knowing his brother had seen him grinding
and kissing his boyfriend. He’s ruined Shigeo’s innocence.
“Then,” Shigeo pauses. “You wanted it?”
Ritsu’s insides writhe with discontent and shame. Humiliation sears the back of
his neck as he stammers to come up with a response. He can’t say no; it isn’t
true, and it certainly isn’t fair to Shou.
Through teeth grit: “Yes.”
The window flies open and the curtains part; Shou is quiet as he sits on the
windowsill. Ritsu had used psychic powers to get him out, but had forgotten
that Shou could use his own to get back in. He stares at him dumbly.
“... I was just worried.” Shigeo’s voice returns Ritsu’s wavering attention.
“I know, brother,” Ritsu groans, teary-eyed and reluctant. He buries his face
in his hands. “It’s okay. I’m fine.”
“... I don’t really get it, but you seem upset,” Shigeo continues. “So…”
“What isn’t there to get,” Shou mutters. A long, tense silence follows that.
“Is he still here?” Shigeo asks, but he doesn’t sound angry anymore, simply
curious. “Suzuki.”
“Yes,” Ritsu glares at the offending esper, who gives him a shrug and a smile.
“Though by no will of mine.”
“... can I come in?” Shigeo asks.
“You’re both too stubborn,” Impatience makes his head swim; irritated, Ritsu
clambers to his feet, unlocking his door and swinging it open. It bounces off
of the wall with a dull thud, and Shigeo stares at his dishevelment with a
wide-eyed look, as if he’s shocked to have Ritsu finally, actually angry with
him. Ritsu can’t keep it up, however; he slumps weakly, fury melting into
confusion. “What do you want to know so badly?”
“Just… what were you doing, and why…”
“Kageyama,” Shou says, blinking idly. It gets both boy’s attention. “Hey. You
get that I was going to fuck your little brother, right?”
Ritsu feels his soul leave his body.
“Shou!” He rounds on his boyfriend.
“Do you? I’m asking seriously,” Shou sounds serious, to his word; there is no
mirth in the glare he has fixed Shigeo with, no glee, no hint of a laugh. “Do
you get it? If you’re going to get in the way of me being with Ritsu… I don’t
have thatmuch patience. I have needs.”
“I don’t understand,” Shigeo says simply.
“What don’t you get?”
“If Ritsu wanted it, then why did Ritsu sound like he didn’t like it?”
Ritsu stops in the middle of the room, realizing that they’re both staring at
him. He wishes he could fling himself out of the window. He wishes there was an
abyss, somewhere nearby. No such luck; he has to endure his big brother’s
curious stare and his boyfriend’s intense gaze.
“... he’s just a little shy.” Shou decides to answer for him. “You want to know
what we were doing? We can show you.”
Shigeo tilts his head, and then nods his assent.
“No we won’t,” Ritsu blurts, mortification slowly spreading through his body, a
cold thrill. “Shou—what? Are you kidding me right now?”
“What?” Shou’s face is the picture of dumb surprise. He raises a brow and his
hands, relaxed—and yet challenging, at the same time. “I’m trying to be helpful
here.”
“No you’re not,” Ritsu snaps, swallowing down what he wants to say—that he’s
being terribly selfish, terribly hormonal,that this is ludicrous, a bad joke.
With his back to his brother, he does what he can to express that through
facial expression. Shou laughs.
“Why don’tcha try somethin’ new for once?”
“I want to see,” Shigeo says, small and innocent and yet earnest. Ritsu’s heart
twists in his big brother’s vice grip. “Ritsu… you don’t want to, anymore?”
“That’s—” That’s blackmail, he wants to say. He turns to Shigeo and regrets it
instantly; the imploring expression on his face sends a stake through Ritsu’s
cold heart. “That’s not it! This kind of thing… you’re not supposed to see.”
“C’mon,” Shou’s arms wrap around his waist from behind and he jumps, startled.
“Big brother’s asking so nicely, too…”
Shigeo nods in eager agreement. Shou kisses Ritsu’s jaw as he stares into his
brother’s eyes, blindingly embarrassed. The idea of being so openly watched in
such a lewd display is enough to make him feel weak in the knees, sickened by
the presented danger. He thought being seen kissing was bad enough, but this?
Ritsu grabs Shou’s arms where they hold him in a loose embrace and turns in his
hold, turning a pleading look on him. He speaks in a near whisper. “While
brother’s watching, I can’t…” His voice cracks. He trails off.
“You say you can’t, but look,” Shou laughs, pressing a teasing kiss to his
cheek as he reaches down to palm the front of Ritsu’s pants in demonstration,
teasing him back into a semi-hardness. His cheeks flood with heat as Shigeo’s
eyes turn down; he stares, wide-eyed, even as Ritsu whines in discontent.
“D-don’t, Shou, not while brother is—”
“Stop pretendin’ you don’t want it,” Shou mutters, tugging on the drawstring of
his pants, unraveling the hasty knot. “It’s just me and your big bro. You love
us both,” He tugs Ritsu back against his chest, holding him there. “Don’t you?”
Ritsu bites his lower lip, smothering his outrage. He screws his eyes shut and
turns his head away from the sight of his brother, mortified beyond belief. He
can feel his eyes on him, pinning him in place.
It’s a dirty way to win a fight.
Ritsu isn’t given any time to relent. The tenuous grasp he has on the situation
slips away from him as Shou backs them up until the back of his knees hits the
edge of the bed, Ritsu falling to sit in his lap.
It’s easier to give it up if he pretends he’s still reluctant; it allows him to
pretend he still has humility, that he isn’t touch-starved and thrilled with
the idea of his big brother watching Shou unravel him.
It’s sick;it’s depraved, but it’s embarrassing most of all.
Ritsu clings on to the arms around him and sags weakly, head spinning as Shou
tenderly kisses behind his ear, as Shigeo watches, patient and quiet and
curious.
“We can’t,” he croaks. Ritsu refuses to open his eyes, but he hears Shigeo
traipse closer, following them into the room. The door slams closed and he
jumps; behind him, Shou huffs with laughter, already breathless.
Shou tugs down the band of his pants, dragging his boxers along with them.
Ritsu tries to reach down—to pull them back up, to pretend he has modesty in
this situation—but Shou flings them across the room, leaving Ritsu no choice
but to draw his knees together. Shigeo tilts his head, like he’s trying to get
a better angle.
“C’mon,” His boyfriend urges, hands sliding across Ritsu’s naked thighs to take
him under the knees, spreading his legs. “Let your brother see.”
“No! ” Ritsu blurts, covering himself with his hands instead. He looks up to
meet his big brother’s eyes, hoping his desperation is enough to convince him
to leave—hoping he’ll understand this kind of intimacy can’t be used to
teach,that he’ll be forgiving, as he always has.
Eyes lidded, lower lip bitten raw, desire straining the front of his
pants—Shigeo doesn’t seem like to take pity on him. Ritsu stares, stunned.
“Brother...?”
“Please,” Shigeo says, sounding winded. “Let me see.”
Ritsu’s fortification crumbles. He slowly withdraws his hands from his front,
embarrassed, but just as unwilling to refuse Shigeo’s request. He hates this,
wants to escape, wishes he weren’t here—but his small cock stands proud against
his belly, betraying every word out of his mouth.
“Ah, cute,” Shou remarks, idly shucking up Ritsu’s shirt. “Geez, you’re so
hard!”
“Shut up,” he returns, flushing scarlet. “Just hurry up already.”
Lips against the shell of his ear, Shou whispers: “You want me to jerk you? Use
my mouth? Or do you want your brother to touch you, suck you off?”
Ritsu opens his mouth to speak, but he can’t find the words to combat Shou’s
teasing. He is for once speechless.
Shou wraps his fingers around Ritsu’s leaking prick, giving him a slow tug.
“This is what you want?”
Ritsu cants his hips up into Shou’s loose fist, chasing the waves of pleasure
with a pleading whimper, shakily nodding. At that, Shigeo inhales sharply, eyes
flashing, and Ritsu tries to tell himself that baring himself like this to his
brother isn’t deplorable—isn’t sick, isn’t wrong, because how can it be, when
it feels so good?
“Gotcha,” Shou murmurs, jerking his cock with slow, measured strokes, meant to
tease. It’s infuriating to not be given precisely what he wants when he finally
gives in—infuriating to be used so thoroughly—so he rocks down, grinding
against Shou’s lap. His boyfriend chokes, and Ritsu feels him pulse in his
pants; he’s probably worse off, confined by the tight press of denim. All of a
sudden Ritsu pities him.
It’s pity that makes Ritsu grab onto Shou’s wrist, stilling his movements. He
glances at his brother as if in affirmation, and Shigeo continues to stare on,
curious what he intends to do. Ritsu isn’t sure of himself. He’s certain it
shows in the shaky way he turns to straddle Shou, shoving him down by his
shoulders. He seems perturbed, and close to protesting, so Ritsu moves from his
lap to the floor, on his knees. He can pinpoint the exact moment it clicks in
his head—his mouth drops open, stunned speechless.
Distantly, Ritsu is fully aware of his brother’s eyes, dissecting his every
move with a weighted gaze—trailing elsewhere, everywhere. He supposes it’s
curiosity. He doesn’t want to think it’s anything other than curiosity. It
doesn’t matter; his focus is on his boyfriend. His cheeks burn with
embarrassment as he fumbles with the fly of Shou’s jeans, unzipping him and
pulling him free from his boxers without pause. Like the rest of him, Shou’s
cock is small. It’s somewhat endearing, but mostly a relief.
“No way,” Shou chokes, sitting upright to stare down at him, hands hovering
awkwardly. “You’re—holy shit, Ritsu.”
Ritsu swallows down the urge to tell him to shut it and instead squeezes
himself further between his legs, bringing Shou's crotch closer to his face.
He’s read about this, before. Shou has implied things like this, too, many
times, though typically in jest. He’s not sure how he’s supposed to do this,
and he suddenly, stupidly regrets his choice to crawl onto his knees, wishes he
had someone to teach him, reference material maybe, something, anything—
“Start by using your tongue,” Shigeo’s voice murmurs close to the shell of his
ear. Ritsu turns to look at him where he’s joined him on the floor, stunned.
His big brother graces him with a smile; a perverse and sudden thrill rockets
up his spine as Shigeo rests a hand on the small of his back, silently urging
him to refocus his attention.
Ritsu hurries to obey, shifting his weight before settling comfortably, giving
Shou’s dick a squeeze before licking a stripe up the side of it, tasting his
sweat and precum with a grimace. Shigeo huffs. That might have been a laugh.
Ritsu’s heart thunders away inside his chest, and he tries again, flattening
his tongue out on the underside of it, as if his prick is a popsicle and not
what it is. By the soft groan Shou emits, he’s guessing he doesn’t mind him
experimenting.
“Use your mouth,” Shigeo says, hand disconcertingly firm where it rests on his
back, trailing up. “Wrap your lips around it.”
Ritsu obeys: mouths the side of Shou’s small cock, and then wraps his lips
around him, still working his tongue. Drool escapes the side of his mouth. Shou
groans, rutting up; the sudden shove is more than Ritsu expected, but he
doesn’t protest despite the sudden urge to gag.
“Relax your throat,” Shigeo instructs, voice a low purr. “Suck around him.
Watch the teeth.”
Shou sobs as Ritsu does just that, staving off his surmounting panic to instead
suck, gradually peeling back before bobbing back down, swallowing him. It feels
like gluttony. There are tears at the corner of his eyes, and he wants terribly
to spit free the sour taste coating his tongue. He continues despite that,
assuming he'll adjust. He can dulcify the bitter taste knowing that Shou is
feeling good and that he's doing well. It's not Shigeo watching that makes him
take Shou to the back of his throat, no—it's not. He tells himself it's not.
Shigeo pets through his hair, murmuring quiet praises. It makes Ritsu's resolve
to bury his emotions all the more difficult. “Good, like that. You’re such a
quick learner. Even with these kinds of things.”
His own cock throbs in the open air, neglected where it hangs between his legs.
He doesn’t care for praise when it comes to most efforts, but this is
different. This juxtaposition to his norm is fire in his veins. He wants
terribly to impress them both. Ritsu sucks and bobs his head once more,
hollowing out his cheeks and that, combined with the lap of his tongue against
his shaft, is enough for Shou. Rushed and clumsy, he pushes Ritsu's head down
until his nose is pressed against young, wispy curls. He holds him there as he
ruts throughout his orgasm, and Ritsu can't do anything but swallow around him.
Shigeo clicks his tongue, but Ritsu doesn’t hear it. He's too consumed with the
long keen Shou expels, too busy swallowing his load. He pulls back when he
thinks he might suffocate; tries not to cough, but chokes anyways, spit and cum
dribbling from his lips.
Shigeo uses his sleeve to wipe it away from his face, as if he’s at the dinner
table and not on his knees. It seems so natural for him to do this, to take
care of him afterward. If Ritsu weren’t dazed, he’d consider that strange. Shou
heaves a dreamy sigh, and the two brothers turn to him in tandem, taking in his
lazy, lopsided grin.
“Damn, Ritsu,” he drawls, tucking himself back into his boxers. “Looks like we
got played. Your big bro knows exactlywhat he’s doin’.”
“That was awfully quick,” Shigeo returns, oozing sarcasm. He returns his
attention to his little brother, cupping his cheeks with hands that feel cool
against his flushed skin. Absentmindedly, he swipes a thumb over a stray tear.
“Ritsu, did you swallow it all?”
“I-I think,” he stammers, throat hoarse, dry. Wrecked. Shou nearly swoons.
Quietly, Shigeo does too. “I don’t know.”
“Open,” Shigeo commands, and Ritsu does, without question or preamble. Shigeo
presses a thumb against the swell of his lower lip, toying with it, and then
slides his finger inside his mouth, pressing his tongue down. “Say aah.”
“Aah,” Ritsu repeats, no attempts to refute the request. Shou’s jaw drops.
Ritsu’s pulse skyrockets—it’s unlike him, he knows, to play along so
submissively. He would do anything his brother asked of him right now, he
thinks. How obscene.
Shigeo doesn’t pretend to peer into his mouth, but instead plays with his
tongue and his mouth, the pad of his thumb gracing his canines. Ritsu closes
his lips around the digit almost on instinct. The back of his mind kicks and
screams at him for his indiscretion, but Shigeo sucks in a breath and he’s
close enough to see his big brother flush with want, close enough to notice the
way his eyes glaze over. So he sucks. This, too, seems a natural thing—Ritsu,
languidly sucking his brother’s thumb, letting it slide across his teeth in
exploration. Natural, for them to both be panting needily.
“Ritsu,” Shigeo murmurs, weakly. He tilts his head, as if considering, brows
twisting upward. Almost as if in exasperation, as if he’s saying, how could you
tempt me?
Shou clears his throat.
Ritsu opens his mouth, releasing the digit with a slick pop.Shigeo doesn’t look
at Shou. “I guess you did swallow it all.” Breathless. He sounds breathless.
“You’re still hard,” Shou reminds him, as if Ritsu had forgotten. “Come on. Sit
on my lap. I’ll take care of you.”
Shigeo stands, offering Ritsu a hand. He refuses it, and rises on legs that
feel like jello; Shou grabs his wrist and tugs him down again, onto his lap.
Shigeo doesn’t take a step back or avert his eyes as Shou fists Ritsu’s
neglected cock, pumping him with a hastened pace, goal obvious.
“So,” Shou begins, trailing kisses up Ritsu's shoulder to his neck. “How much
were you listening to, earlier?”
“All of it,” Shigeo mutters, still standing above the two on the bed, and yet
making no move to hide the obvious bulge at the front of his pants. “You were
loud.”
“And you like listening to your brother moan,” Shou retorts. Ritsu whimpers
half-heartedly, but Shou hasn’t paused or faltered in his ministrations, intent
on taking him to the brink. “Do you press your ear against the wall when he
jerks off? So you can hear that, too?”
“Shou!” Ritsu blabbers, little legs kicking out as he squirms in his lap. “Stop
it!”
But Shigeo has gone beet red, and he hasn’t attempted to deny Shou’s lewd
accusations. For Shou, it’s as good as a confession.
“I don’t believe that’s any of your business.”
“I do believe it is,” Shou mocks, kissing Ritsu’s nape as he squirms, doubled
over, trying to hide his indecency, palm against his mouth. As if his own
arousal was somehow more salacious than his mouth on his boyfriend’s cock.
“He’s mine.My boyfriend. I don’t care,” he laughs, suddenly. “Even if you’re
his brother, I don’t care.”
Ritsu arches back with a sudden cry as he comes, taking them both aback. Drawn
taut and then released, his aura explodes with forceful emotions, leaving him
shaking and shuddering in Shou’s arms.
“That was—that was something,” Shou says, dumbstruck. “Wow.” He looks down at
his hand, and then proceeds to wipe the mess onto his jeans. Ritsu is too
shaken to scold him for that—and Shigeo remains as expressionless as always.
“Hey, big bro? Lesson’s over.”
Ritsu can’t meet his brother’s eye, so he simply buries his face into his
hands, unmoving and stiff as a statue on Shou’s lap. It takes an excruciating
minute of silence in which the two boys glare at each other over the top of
Ritsu’s head before they reach an impasse. Shigeo takes one step back, and then
another, until he finally turns on his heel and leaves the room, slamming the
door behind him.
Ritsu peers through his fingers, and then groans.Shou pushes him off his lap
and uses his psychic powers to lazily fling his boyfriend’s discarded pants and
underwear back into his lap. Having done his duty, he links his fingers
together behind his head and flops down on the bed.
Ritsu pulls his clothing on and then promptly kicks Shou out.
“I don’t want to look at you,” he hisses, dragging him over to the open window
by the collar. He could, of course, walk him down the stairs and out the front
door, but expulsing him this way seems the only true route to absolve the
vitriolic fury thrumming through him right now. Hands on Shou’s shoulders, he
shoves.He doesn’t care to use psychic powers right now. This is just as
satisfying.
Shou falls out of the window rather gracefully. As if he entirely expected to
be shoved out of it. Ritsu doesn’t spare a second to watch him catch himself
with his powers—just grabs the shoes sitting by his closet and tosses them out
the window. He slams it shut and closes the curtains just in time to sight Shou
catching them midair.
The silence that descends afterwards is deafening. Shou doesn’t knock, and
after five minutes of restless pacing, Ritsu opens the curtains and sees that
he really is gone.
After that, he finally allows himself to fall into bed.
The anger in his heart flatlines when he reflects back on the night. He feels
guilty, ashamed, and he’s certain that things will be horribly, insufferably
awkward between all of them in the ensuing months, or maybe even the ensuing
years.But when he thinks of the glazed expression on his brother’s face, heat
flares in the pit of his stomach instead of the nausea he knows he should feel.
He reflects next on the possessiveness Shou had demonstrated. That, too, should
make him angry—but he can’t summon the emotion. He’s mine. Said to his big
brother. It was a wholly unnecessary warning, and yet the conviction in his
voice had brought him to a blinding orgasm. It stirs his heart even now. Shou’s
aggression, Shigeo’s aggression, the blow job, the expression on his face—he
doesn’t get it. He can’t understand.
He screams his frustrations into his pillow. He won’tunderstand, not when his
heart won’t stop racing, not when he can’t stop thinking about the tent in his
brother’s pants, about how he’d been the cause of it.
Ritsu resigns himself to not understanding, at least for tonight.
End Notes
     enjoy bad porn. you live you learn. this took too long to write, to
     be honest i kept putting it off for lack of ideas. despite that, am
     hinging on writing a do-the-do follow up, or at least one where
     shigeo threatens the fuck out of shou.
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